moved on.

I encountered them several times as I moved through the various rooms of art. Each time I heard her constant talking, I moved away quickly.

I was standing at the counter of the museum gift store doing some shopping when the couple approached the exit. Before they left, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He turned it into a long cane (手杖) and then tapped his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.

"He's a brave man," the clerk at the counter said, "Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age. During his recovery, he made a promise that his life wouldn't change. So, as before, he and his wife come in whenever there's a new art show."

"But what does he get out of the art?" I asked, "He can't see."

"Can't see! You're wrong. He sees a lot. More than you or I do," the clerk said, "His wife describes each painting so he can see it in his head."

I learned something about patience, courage and love that day. I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without sight and the courage of a husband who would not allow blindness to change his life.

And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away arm in arm.

4.Which of the following statements is true?

A.The husband was doing all the talking when the couple viewed the works.

B.The husband tapped his way to the coatroom to get his own jacket.

C.The husband was considered a brave man by the clerk at the store.

D.The husband allowed blindness to change his life.

5.The underlined word "encountered" in the passage means "________".

A.cheated B.met C.talked D.argued

6.We can infer from the passage that ___________.

A.the man had his eyes blinded in a fight

B.the man can see very well while visiting the museum

C.the woman was very patient and devoted to his husband

D.the man often wasted time by visiting exhibitions

　　My teenage son Karl became withdrawn after his father died. As a single parent, I tried to do my best to talk to him. But the more I tried, the more he pulled away. When his report card arrived during his junior year, it said that he had been absent 95 times from classes and had six falling grades for the year. At this rate he would never graduate. I sent him to the school adviser, and I even begged him. Nothing worked.

　　One night I felt so powerless that I got down on my knees and begged for help. "Please God, I can't do any thing more for my son. I'm at the end of my rope. I'm giving the whole thing up to you."

I was at work when I got a phone call. A man introduced himself as the headmaster. "I want to talk to you about Karl's absences." Before he could say another word, I cried and all my disappointment and sadness over Karl came pouring out into the ears of this