Billiards（臺球） is my favorite ball sport. The English player Ronnie O’Sullivan and Chinese player Ding Junhui are 　46 my favorite players. They play it very well. I hope I’ll be 　47　 to play it well, too. Of course, it is only a dream. Of the two players, I 48 O’Sullivan, because he played it so quickly in the races.

When I was nine, I 　49 this ball sport for the first time. My PE teacher, Mr. Xu, and I became good 　50 because of billiards. I still remember that one day Mr. Xu and I played billiards 　51 class. We were so excited that we both 　52 the lunchtime. Suddenly, my father showed up, he was very angry with me.

Well, it is 　53 to know the rules, but it is not easy to get a good 　54 in the game. Now billiards is becoming more and more 　55 in China, and more and more Chinese are enjoying it.

(　 )46.A.two 　　　　　　　　　　 B.both　　　　　　　　　　　 C.all　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

(　 )47.A.able　　　　　　　　　　　 B.free　　　　　　　　　　　　 C.glad　　　　　　　　　　　　　

(　 )48.A.love　　　　　　　　　　　 B.like　　　　　　　　　　　　 C.prefer　　　　　　　　　　　

(　 )49.A.hit　　　　　　　　　　　　 B.joined　　　　　　　　　　 C.played　　　　　　　　　　　

(　 )50.A.athletes　　　　　　　　　 B.frieds　　　　　　　　　　　 C.teachers　　　　　　　　　　

(　 )51.A.after　　　　　　　　　　　 B.before　　　　　　　　　　 C.in　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

(　 )52.A.knew　　　　　　　　　　 B.forgot　　　　　　　　　　 C.remembered　　　　　　　　 .

(　 )53.A.easy　　　　　　　　　　　 B.hard　　　　　　　　　　　 C.difficult　　　　　　　　　　

(　 )54.A.rule　　　　　　　　　　　 B.score　　　　　　　　　　　 C.player

(　 )55.boring　　　　　　　　　　　 B.famous　　　　　　　　　 C.popular　　　　　　　　　　

I used to have little passion (激情) in my life. But what happened the other day changed my min. It was then that 1 learned how 　26 it is to have a passion in life.

That day 1 went home in Mom's ear. When Morn 27 at a red light, someone on the side of the road caught my eye. It was a man dressed 　 28 rags (破舊衣服). He was homeless. That didn't interest me, because I had seen 　29 like him before. Those people usually looked unhappy and hopeless.

　　 But this man was 30 in some way. He was not sitting down with a 31 expression. Instead, he had a　 32　 in his hand and was dancing happily to the music. The radio seemed to be the most precious (珍貴的) thing he had.

　 "Morn, why does that man have a radio 　33 he’s homeless?” I asked.

　 "He　 34　 it," she replied.

　 "But why doesn't he use the money to buy food or clothes? He　 35　 something that he didn't need."

　 "Well, Sarah, sometimes food and clothes aren't the most important.”

　 That man must care so much about　 36　 that he bought a radio instead of food or clothes. I soon realized that　 37　 is the key to life.

　 Since then I am always thinking of 　38　 is truly important in life. A home, a meal, clothes—these things are 39 part of the life. What we often forget is that we all need a joy, a light in a 　40 . day. We all need a passion which gives a person the happiness they need ~o keep going.

26. A. strange　　　　 B. important　　　 C. dangerous　　　 D. difficult

27. A. stopped　　 　　B. walked　　　　 C. stood　　　　　 D. exercised

28. A. in　　　　　 　B. on　　　 　　　C. at　　　　　 　D. of

29. A. none　　　　　 B. few　　 　　 C. all　　　　 　　D. many

30. A. common　　　 B. different　 　　C. polite　　　 　 D. rude

31. A. sad　　　　 　 B. nervous　 　　 C. mad　　 　　　D. happy

32. A. hat　　　　 　B. phone　 　　　 C. scarf　 　　　 D. radio

33. A. though　　　 　B. because　 　　　C. until 　　　　 D. unless

34. A. borrowed　 　 B. made　　　　　 C. fixed　　 　　 D. bought

36. A. asked for　 　 B. waited for　　 　 C. paid for　 　 D. looked for

36. A. stories　　　 　B. music　　　　　 C. news　　 　　D. languages

37. A. knowledge 　　B. health　　　　 　 C. happiness　 　 D. friendship

38. A. who　　　　 　B. what　　　　　　 C. where　　　 　D. when

39. A. only　　　　　　 B. all　　　　 　　C. also　　　 　 D. never

40. A. warm　　　　　 B. hot　　　　 　　C. dark　　　 　　D. relaxing

    It was Sunday．I never get up early 　1  Sundays．I sometimes stay 　 2　 until lunch

    time．Last Sunday I 　3　 very late．I looked 　4 　the window．It was dark outside “What a day!”I thought．“It 　5 　again．”Just then the telephone 　6　 ．It was my aunt Lucy．“I've just arrived 　7 　train．”she said．“I am coming to 　8 　you．”

    “But I'm still having breakfast．”I said．

    “What are you doing?”she said．
    “I'm having 　9  ,”I repeated．

    “Dear me, ”she said, “Do you always get up so 　10　 ? It is one o'clock．”

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　　　It was Sunday. I never get up early 　1　 Sundays. I sometimes stay 　2 　until lunch time. Last Sunday I 　3 　very late. I looked 　4 　the window.

　It was dark outside.“What a day!” I thought. “It 　5 　again.” Just then the telephone 　6 　. It was my aunt Lucy.“I've just arrived 　7　 train,” she said.“I am coming to 　8 　you.”

　“But I'm still having breakfast,” I said.

　　　“What are you doing?” she asked

　　　“I'm having 　9 　,” I repeated.

　　　“Dear me,” she said. “Do you always get up so 　10 　?It is one o'clock!”