[填空题]When I was about twelve, I suddenly (11) a great passion for writing poetry. I gave up all my hobbies, (12) collecting stamps, and spent all my spare time reading poetry and writing it. This (13) of writing poetry on every possible occasion soon got me (14) trouble at school. If a lesson did not (15) me, I would take out my notebook and start writing poems in class.

[填空题]When I was about twelve, I suddenly (11) a great passion for writing poetry. I gave up all my hobbies, (12) collecting stamps, and spent all my spare time reading poetry and writing it. This (13) of writing poetry on every possible occasion soon got me (14) trouble at school. If a lesson did not (15) me, I would take out my notebook and start writing poems in class.

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When I was about twelve, I suddenly developed a great passion for writing poetry. I gave up all my other hobbies, such as collecting stamps, and spent all my spare time reading poetry and writing it. This habit of writing poetry on every possible occasion soon got me into trouble. If a lesson did not interest me, I would take out my notebook and start writing poems in class. One day while I was busy writing a poem during a geography lesson, I looked up to find the teacher angrily standing over me bemuse I was not paying attention. He tore the poem up, with a warning not to waste time in his lesson. All the same I was convinced that I had written a good poem, so that evening I wrote it out again from memory. Not long after, I read about a poetry contest and I decided to send in my poem. Weeks later I got a letter informing me I had won first prize. Everyone at school was very impressed except that geography teacher, who watched me more careful than ever.

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When I was about twelve, I suddenly developed a great passion for writing poetry. I gave up all my other hobbies, such as collecting stamps, and spent all my spare time reading poetry and writing it. This habit of writing poetry on every possible occasion soon got me into trouble. If a lesson did not interest me, I would take out my notebook and start writing poems in class. One day while I was busy writing a poem during a geography lesson, I looked up to find the teacher angrily standing over me bemuse I was not paying attention. He tore the poem up, with a warning not to waste time in his lesson. All the same I was convinced that I had written a good poem, so that evening I wrote it out again from memory. Not long after, I read about a poetry contest and I decided to send in my poem. Weeks later I got a letter informing me I had won first prize. Everyone at school was very impressed except that geography teacher, who watched me more careful than ever.

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[单项选择]It was about sunset when I, a little child, was sent with a handful of powdered tobacco leaves and red feathers to make an offering to the spirit who had caused the sickness of my little sister. It had been a long, hard winter, and the snow lay deep on the grassland as far as the eye could reach. The medicine-woman’s directions had been that the offering must be laid upon the naked earth, and that to find it I must face toward the setting sun.
But now where was a spot of earth to be found in all that white monotony They had talked of death at the house. I hoped that my little sister would live, but I was afraid of nature.
I reached a little spring. I looked down to its bottom, wondering whether I should leave my offering there, or keep on in search of a spot of earth. If I put my offering in the water, would it reach the bottom and touch the earth, or would it float away, as it had always done when I made my offering to the water spirit
Once more I started on in my searc
A. white people find farm life dull.
B. snow covers the landscape.
C. the narrator is blind.
D. nothing special happens in the story.