55. Whenaskedabout the power of ads, mostpeopleagreethat ads are ineffective on .
(A)individuals (B)masses (C)others (D)themPassage 2
Likemostpeople, I was brought up to lookuponlife as a process of getting. It was not until in my latethirtiesthat I madethisimportantdiscovery: givingawaymakeslife so muchmoreexciting. You need not worry if you lackmoney. This is how I experimentedwithgivingaway. If an idea for improving the windowdisplay of a neighborhoodstoreflashes to me, I step in and make the suggestion to the storekeeper. One discovery I madeaboutgivingaway is that it is almostimpossible to giveawayanything in thisworldwithoutgettingsomethingback, though the returnoftencomes in an unexpectedform. One Sundaymorning the localpostofficedelivered an importantspecialdeliveryletter to my home, though it was addressed to me at my office. I wrote the postmaster a note of appreciation. Morethan a yearlater I needed a postoffice box for a new business I was starting. I was told at the windowthattherewere no boxesleft, and that my namewouldhave to go on a longwaitinglist. AI was about to leave, the postmasterappeared in the doorway. He had overheard our conversation. “Wasn’t it you thatwrote us thatletter a year ago aboutdelivering a specialdelivery to yourhome?” I said yes. “Well, you certainly are going to have a box in thispostoffice if we have to make one for you. You don’t knowwhat a letterlikethatmeans to us. We usually get nothing but complaints.”
71.Thereweresamngchildren all the way. Clearlytheyknew at whattime the trainpassedtheirhomes and theymade it theirbusiness to standalong the railway, were to completestrangers and cheerthem up as theyrushedtowardsPenage. Oftenwholefamiliesstoodoutsidetheirhomes and waved and smiled as if those on the trainsweretheirfavoriterelatives. This is the simplevillagepeople of Malaysia.I warmoved.
I had alwaystraveled to Malaysia by plane or car, so this was the firsttime I was on a train.I did not partierelish the longtrainjoumey and had broughtalong a dozenmagazines to read and reread. I lookedabout the train. There was not one familiar I sighed and sat down to read my Economics
It was not longbefore the train was across the Causeway and in Malaysia. JohoreBaru was justanothercitylikeSingapore, so I was tired of looking at the crods of people as theyhurriedpast. As we wentbeyond the city, I watchd the smaightrows of rubbertrees and miles and miles of green. Then the firstvillagecameintosight. Immediately I camealive, I decided to waveback.
Fromthen on my joumeybecameinteresting.I threw my magazineinto the wastebasket and decided to join in Malaysianlife.Theneverythingcamealive.The mountainsseemed to speak to me.Even the treesweresmiling.I stared t everything as if I was looking at it for the firsttime.
The day passedfast and I evenforgot to have my lunchuntil I felthungry. I looked at my wat ch and was surprisedthat it was 3:00 pm.Soon the trainpulled up at Butterwi I looked at the people all around me.They all lookedbeautiful. When my unclearrivewith, I threw my aroundthim to give him a (拥抱).I had neverdonethisbefore. He seemedsurprised and then his weather-beatenfacewarmed up with a hugesmile. We walked arm in arm to his car.
I lookedforward to the returnjourney.
The authorexpected the trainturp to be .
(A)adventurous (B)pleasnt (C)exciting (D)dull
53.My family and I livedacross the streetfromSouthwayParksince I was fouryears old. Thenjustlastyeartheycity put a chainlinkfencearound the park and startedbulldozing (用推土机推平) the trees and grass to make way for a new apartmentcomplex. When I saw the fence and bulldozers, I askedmyself, “Why don’t theyjustleave it alone?”
Lookingback, I thinkwhatsentenced the part to oblivion (别遗忘) was the drought (旱灾) we had aboutfouryears ago. Up untilthen, SouthwayPark was a nicegreenparkwithplenty of trees and a publicswimmingpool. My friends and I rollerskated on the sidewalks, climbed the tress, and swam in the pool all the years I was growing up. The park was almostlike my own yard. Then the summer I was fifteen the droughtcame and thingschanged.
There had beenalmost no rain at all thatyear. The citystoppedwatering the parkgrass. Within a few weeks I foundmyselflivingacross the streetfrom a hugebrowndesert. Leavesfell off the parttress, and prettysoon the treesstarteddying, too. Next, the partswimmingpool was closed. The city cut down on the workforcethatkept the park, and prettysoon it just got too ugly and dirty to enjoyanymore.
As the droughtlastedinto the fall, the part got worseeverymonth. The rubbishpiled up or blewacross the browngrass. Soon the onlypeople in the parkwerebeggars and otherpeopledown on theirluck. Peoplesaiddrugswerebeingsold or tradedthere now. The part had gottenscary, and my mothertold us kids not to go thereanymore.
The droughtfinallyended and thingsseemed to get back to normal, that is, everything but the park. It had gottenintosuch bad shapethat the cityjust let it staythat way. Thenabout six months ago I heardthat the city was going to “redevelop” certainworn-out areas of the city. It turned out that the city had planned to get rid of the park, sell the land and let someonebuildrows of apartmentbuildings on it.
The chain-linkfencing and bulldozers did theirwork. Now we liveacross the streetfrom six rows of apartmentbuilding. Each of them is threeunitshigh and stretches a block in eachdirection. The neighborhood has changedwithout the park. The streets I used to play in are jammedwithcars now. Thingswillnever be the sameagain. Sometimes I wonder, though, whatchangesanotherdroughtwouldmake in the way things are today.
How did the writerfeelwhen he saw the fence and bulldozers?
(A) Scared. (B) Confused. (C) Upset. (D) Curious.
49. In the course of working my way throughschool, I tookmanyjobs I wouldratherforget．But none of thesejobs was as dreadful as my job in an appleplant．The work was hard; the pay was poor; and, most of all, the workingconditionswereterrible.
First of all, the job madehugedemands on my strength．For thenhours a night, I tookboxesthatrolleddown a metaltrack and piledthemonto a truck．Each box containedtwelveheavybottles of applejuice．I oncefigured out that I was lifting an average of twelvetons of applejuiceeverynight.
I would not haveminded the difficulty of the work so much if the pay had not been so poor．I was paid the lowestwage of thattime—two dollars an hour．Because of the low pay, I felteager to get as much as possible．I usuallyworkedtwelvehours a night but did not takehomemuchmorethan $ 100 a week.
But evenmorethan the low pay, whatmade me unhappy was the workingconditions．Duringwork I was limited to two ten-minutebreaks and an unpaidhalfhour for lunch．Most of my time was spentoutsideloadingtruckswiththoseheavyboxes in near-zero-degreetemperatures．The steelfloors of the truckswerelike ice, whichmade my feetfeellikestone．And after the productionlineshutdown at night and mostpeopleleft, I had to spend two hoursalonecleaning the floor.
I stayed on the job for fivemonths, all the whilehating the difficulty of the work, the poormoney, and the conditionsunderwhich I worked．By the time I left, I was determinednever to go backthereagain.
Why did the writerhave to takemanyjobs at thattime?
(A)To pay for his schooling. (B)To save for his future.
(C)To support his family (D)To gainsomeexperience
60. In reply to the postmaster’s question, the authorsaid .
(A) it was the specialdelivery (B)it was the post-office box
(C) it was the note of appreciation he wrote (D)it was he who wrote him a letter a year ago
Generations of Americanshavebeenbrought up to believethat a goodbreakfast is one of life’s essentials. Eatingbreakfast at the start of the day, we have all beentold, is as necessary as puttinggasoline in the family car beforestarting a trip.
But for manypeople the thought of foodfirstthing in the morning is by no means a pleasure. So despite all the efforts, theystilltake no breakfast. Between 1977 and 1983, the latestyears for whichfigures are available, the number of people who didn’t havebreakfastincreased by 33 percent ―from 8.8 million to 11.7 million ―according to the Chicago-basedMarketResearchCorporation of America.
For those who feelpain or guiltabout not eatingbreakfast, however, there is somegoodnews. Severalstudies in the last few yearsindicatethat, for adultsespecially, there may be nothingwrongwithomittingbreakfast. “Goingwithoutbreakfastdoes not affectperformance.” SaidArnoldEBender, the formerprofessor of nutrition at QueenElizabethCollege in London. “nor doesgivingpeoplebreakfastimproveperformance.”
Scientificevidencelinkingbreakfast to betterhealth or betterperformance is surprisinglyinadequate, and most of the recentworkinvolveschildren, not adults. “The literature,”says one researcher, Dr. ErnestoPollitt at the University of Texas, “is poor”.