I had the strangest dream last nigh

I had the strangest dream last night. I was walking down a dirt road with snowy woods on either side of me. I was all alone. 1couldn't see another person anywhere. All at once, however, I saw someone walking towards me in the distance. As this person got closer and closer I realized that it was me. It was me from many years ago, fresh﹣faced and young, I could see in his mind all the dreams and hopes that he had too. They had, after all, once been my own. I was overjoyed. I had so many things 1wanted to say to this younger me. I wanted to spare him the pain 1had suffered and the mistakes 1had made. I wanted to share with him ail that I had learned over the long years of my life. I wanted to show him how his life would turn out so different from what he had thought and hoped it would, but that it would be much better and happier than the path he was now on. I wanted him not to waste so many years on the things his ego (自我) thought were so vital but instead to realize that love was the most important thing in this life. I opened my mouth to say all of these things but couldn't. I realized at that moment that even if 1told him he wouldn't believe me. He would have to walk the road I had walked, learn the things I had learned, and go through all 1had gone through. He would have to find truth in his own way and in his own time. I let him walk on by and watched as he disappeared in the distance. Then I turned to continue on my own way and woke up. In this life there are no shortcuts (捷径). We all have to walk the road. We all have to travel through sorrow as well as joy. We all have to learn to love. We all have to grow into who we were meant to be. It takes our whole lives. Yet, it is a journey worth making. 1. Who did the author meet in his dream? A. himself and another person B. himself from the future C. someone he didn't know D. himself from the past 2. What did the author want to do? A. He wanted to forgive himself. B. He wanted to share something. C. He wanted to show his life could be better. D. He wanted to indicate ego thought is vital. 3. Why couldn't the author say anything that he wanted to say？ A. Because he thought he wouldn't be trusted. B. Because he hadn't learned much in life. C. Because he let himself go. D. Because he woke up. 4. What can be inferred from the passage? A. Love is not always the most important in life. B. If we walk the road alone, we can walk better. C. Everyone has to make his own life journey. D. It's impossible to grow into who were meant to be.I am reading a novel at the moment, a story set in Britain and India in the 19th century. It was written by an Indian author who now lives in Denmark, but neither in the language of Hindi nor Danish. Although the paperback edition I'm holding was published in New Delhi, India, four years ago, I(an American) purchased it recently from a second-hand bookshop in Tokyo, Japan. That's quite a history already. But there's more. The novel is a tale of various mysteries, all expertly put into a wellstructured story by a very skillful author. Yet my particular copy presents even more mysteries than the tale. One summer morning in the year of my paperback's publication — on July 15, 2012 — someone else was reading it while eating breakfast in a restaurant in Mumbai, India. I know this because I found a receipt(收据) of coffee and bread inside. I also know that this person was not the owner of the paperback immediately before me. In fact, the owner before me was not Indian at all, but Japanese. I know this because in the book there are handwritten notes in Japanese — translations of English words with which the reader was unfamiliar. Japanese being a language of characters, not letters, it is not easy to determine if the note writer was a man or a woman. But the care taken to write the translations neatly in the limited spaces available on each page bespeaks a woman's hand. So let us agree that it is a woman. What can we say of her? Well educated, obviously, and probably a university student, who would keep a dictionary at hand while reading a novel. But why did she suddenly stop reading? The last translation in my paperback appears on Page 83, less than a third of the way through the novel. Did she give up because the book was proving too difficult? Or was there some other reason? Many a novel presents mysteries, all of which are solved by the end of the tale. The mysteries presented by my little paperback, however, remain mysteries, all expertly put into a well-structured story, not by a skillful writer, but this time by the numberless vagaries (变幻莫测) of life itself. 1. What can we learn about the novel? A. It is well written. B. It is about a world trip. C. It was written in an American restaurant. D. It was first published in the 19th century. 2. The author assumes the Japanese owner of the book was a woman based on ______. A. the pretty handwriting B. the food written on the receipt C. the good condition of the book D. the ef