B

"If you want to see something well, reach out and touch it!"

That may seem a strange thing to say. But touching things can help you to see them better.

Your eyes can tell you that a glass ball is round. But by holding it in your hands, you can feel how smooth and cool the ball is. You can feel how heavy the glass is.

When you feel all these about the ball, you really see it.

With your skin, you can feel better. For example, your fingers can tell the difference between two coins in your pockets. You can feel a little drop of water on the back of your hand, too.

You can even feel sounds against your skin. Have you ever wanted to know why some people like very loud music? They must like to feel the sounds of music.

All children soon learn what "Don't touch!" means. They hear it often. Yet most of us keep on touching things as we grow up. In shops, we often have to touch things before we buy them.

The bottoms of our feet can feel things, too. You know this when you walk on warm sand, cool grass or a hard floor. All feel different under your feet.

There are ways of learning to see well by feeling. One way is to close your eyes and try to feel everything that is touching your skin. Feel the shoes on your feet, the clothes on your body, the air on your skin.

Most museums are just for looking. But today some museums have some things to touch. Their sings say, "Do touch!" There you can feel everything on show.

5. By touching things .

A. you will have a strange feeling B. you will learn how to reach out

C. you can see things better D. you can tell what colors they are

6. Which of the following can be the best title of the story?

A. Touching by Feeling B. To See or to Feel

C. To See Better-Feel D. Ways of Feeling

7. When people buy things in shops, they often .

A. try them on first B. put their right hand on them

C. just have a look D. feel and touch them

C

On the wall in my mother's bedroom there was a photo, which showed a soldier with a gun. Below the photo was the word "Speaking".

"Who's that soldier called Speaking?" I asked one day.

"He was Harold." She said. "He was my only brother. When the Second World War began, Harold was eighteen. I was twelve then, and my sisters were ten and nine".

"Harold liked to play with us, and we often quarreled. When we quarreled, we said：We're not speaking to you. But before long we were all happy again, and then we said: I'm speaking now. Are you speaking to me?"

"When the war broke out, Harold joined the army. A month later, he came to see us. He brought the gun to show us. Then he went miles away to the war. We didn't see him for three years, three long, empty years. We didn't often hear from him. But one day in May there was a loud bang（砰）on the front door..."

"I ran to open it. It was Harold! He was an old Harold, a thinner Harold. He looked at me with his two green eyes and smiled. That smile was just the same as before, then he said one word: 'speaking'".