“Yes?” Bob’s father was confused(迷惑的).

“Then can you tell me how many letters there are in the letter-box over there?”

( )61. Why was Bob bad at his subjects?

A. Because he wasn’t clever enough.

B. Because he never went to school.

C. Because he didn’t work hard at his lessons.

D. Because his father had no time to help him.

( )62. What did the father decide to do?

A. He decided to give Bob some easy homework to do every day.

B. He decided to ask Bob to write down some questions each day.

C. He decided to begin with the hardest questions.

D. He decided to ask Bob a few questions each day.

( )63. What’s the Chinese meaning of “ alphabet ” ?

A. It’s “词典”. B. It’s “字母表”.

C. It’s “邮局”. D. It’s “音标”.

( )64. How long was Bob at school?

A. Five years. B. Two weeks.

C. Four seasons. D. Twenty-four months.

( )65.Which of the following is right?

A. Bob learned something very slowly.

B. The father didn’t work in a post office.

C. Bob knew the answer to his father’s question.

D. The father could not answer his son’s question.

C

I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as Mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.

Years later, during her final illness, Mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she said again, “it’s for Elizabeth.”

I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter.

They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface(表面)”.

As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive(原谅)me.

I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.

My hope turned to disappointment(失望), then little interest and, finally, peace—it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.

Now the present of her desk told, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside—a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded(折叠)and refolded many times.

Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.

( )66. The writer began to love her mother’s desk ______.

A. after Mother died

B. before she became a writer

C. when she was a child

D. when Mother gave it to her