When I was a boy,  every holiday that I had seemed wonderful.In those days the sun seemed to shine always brightly   31  the water was always warm. Sometimes we left the beach and walked in the country,  32  ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were   33  in one’s pockets or good places where one could   34  ice creams. Each day seemed a lifetime.
Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good   35  is much the same as it was. I   36  like the sun and warm sand and the sound of waves beating the rocks. I no longer wish to   37  any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets.   38 , I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers.
Sometimes I   39  what my ideal holiday will be like when I am old. All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about   40  who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make themselves sick of too many ice creams.
31. A. and              B. yet              C. but             D. or
32. A. exploring          B. examining        C. repairing     D. measuring
33. A. sweets          B. sand            C. ice-creams    D. money
34. A. make            B. sell               C. buy             D. offer
35. A. house           B. holiday            C. garden         D. tide
36. A. hardly            B. almost            C. still             D. perhaps
37. A. destroy          B. fix               C. use             D. build
38. A. But             B. However         C. Otherwise     D. Besides
39. A. wonder        B. feel                 C. understand     D. believe
40. A. children        B. boys                  C. girls            D. grown-ups