I must have always known reading was very important because the first memories I have as a child deal with books. There was not one night that I don’t remember mom reading me a storybook by my bedside. I was extremely inspired by the elegant way the words sounded.
I always wanted to know what my mom was reading. Hearing mom say, "I can’t believe what’s printed in the newspaper this morning," made me want to grab it out of her hands and read it myself. I wanted to be like my mom and know all of the things she knew. So I carried around a book, and each night, just to be like her, I would pretend to be reading.
This is how everyone learned to read. We would start off with sentences, then paragraphs, and then stories. It seemed an unending journey, but even as a six-year-old girl I realized that knowing how to read could open many doors. When mom said," The C-A-N-D-Y is hidden on the top shelf," I knew where the candy was. My progress in reading raised my curiosity, and I wanted to know everything. I often found myself telling my mom to drive more slowly, so that I could read all of the road signs we passed.
Most of my reading through primary, middle and high school was factual reading. I read for knowledge, and to make A’s on my tests. Occasionally, I would read a novel that was assigned, but I didn’t enjoy this type of reading. I liked facts, things that are concrete. I thought anything abstract left too much room for argument.
Yet, now that I’m growing and the world I once knew as being so simple is becoming more complex, I find myself needing a way to escape. By opening a novel, I can leave behind my burdens and enter into a wonderful and mysterious world where I am now a new character. In these worlds I can become anyone. I don’t have to write down what happened or what technique the author was using when he or she wrote this. I just read to relax.
We’re taught to read because it’s necessary for much of human understanding. Reading is a vital part of my life. Reading satisfies my desire to keep learning. And I’ve found that the possibilities that lie within books are limitless.
1. Why did the author want to grab the newspaper out of mom’s hands?A.She wanted mom to read the news to her. | B.She was anxious to know what had happened. |
C.She couldn’t wait to tear the newspaper apart. | D.She couldn’t help but stop mom from reading. |
A.her unique way to locate herself | B.her eagerness to develop her reading ability |
C.her effort to remind mom to obey traffic rules | D.her growing desire to know the world around her. |
A.explore a fantasy land | B.develop a passion for learning |
C.learn about the adult community | D.get away from a confusing world |
A.The Magic of Reading | B.The Pleasure of Reading |
C.Growing Up with Reading | D.Reading Makes a Full Man |
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【推荐1】There are books that have climbed up the ladder of the bookshelf this month. Let’s have a look.
No Looking Back by Shivani Gupta
Twenty-two-year-old Shivani had thrown a party one evening and awoke the next morning in hospital. Despite paralyzed (瘫痪) and wheelchair-bound, Shivani refused to give up. She wouldn’t let her inability to walk keep her from achieving her ambitions. This book is an inspiring tale about surviving the challenges of disability.
Courage Beyond Compare by Sanjay Sharma
The 10 sportsmen in the book are champions in diverse disciplines like athletics, swimming and badminton. They overcame physical limitations to reach the top of their chosen fields. Powerful and inspiring, these stories are heart-warming reminders that a strong mind and great determination almost always overcome the limitations of the human body.
Face to Face by Ved Mehta
Blind since the age of four, the author led a lonely childhood in India until he was accepted to the Arkansas School for the blind. The school changed his life. He got degrees at Oxford and Harvard and a successful writing career. This is the author’s autobiography touching upon his childhood, blindness and remaking himself.
This Star Won’t Go Out by Esther Earl
Diagnosed with cancer at the age of 12, Esther Earl was a very bright and talented, but very normal teenager. She lived a hope-filled and generous life as her physical condition declined. This autobiography collects her journals, fiction and letters. The photographs and essays offered by her friends also help to tell her story.
1. Which book is about some athletes’ stories?A.No Looking Back. | B.Face to Face. |
C.Courage Beyond Compare. | D.This Star Won’t Go Out. |
A.It is about a patient’s experience. |
B.Some of its material is from her friends. |
C.It mentions its author’s childhood life. |
D.Its author had a successful writing career. |
A.The authors are disabled. |
B.The readers are mainly children. |
C.They are stories about the authors. |
D.They talk about some inspiring tales. |
【推荐2】Even then my only friends were made of paper and ink. At school I had learned to read and write long before the other children. Where my school friends saw notches of ink on incomprehensible pages, I saw light, streets and people. Words and the mystery of their hidden science fascinated me, and I saw in them a key with which I could unlock a boundless world, a haven from that home, those streets, and those troubled days in which even I could sense that only a limited fortune awaited me. My father didn’t like to see books in the house. There was something about them---apart from the letters he could not recognize---that offended him. He used to tell me that as soon as I was ten he would send me off to work and that I’d better get rid of all my scatterbrained ideas if I didn’t want to end up a loser, a nobody. I used to hide my books under the mattress and wait for him to go out or fall asleep so that I could read. Once he caught me reading at night and flew into a rage. He tore the book from my hands and flung it out of the window.
“If I catch you wasting electricity again, reading all this nonsense, you’ll be sorry.”
My father was not a miser and, despite the hardships we suffered, whenever he could he gave me a few coins so that I could buy myself some treats like the other children. He was convinced that I spent them on sunflower seeds, or sweets, but I would keep them in a coffee tin under the bed, and when I’d collected enough coins I’d secretly rush out to buy myself a book.
My favorite place in the whole city was the Sempere & Sons Bookshop on Calle Santa Ana. It smelled of old paper and dust and it was my refuge. The bookseller would let me sit on a chair in a corner and read any book I liked to my heart’s content. He hardly ever allowed me to pay for the books he placed in my hands, but when he wasn’t looking I’d leave the coins I’d managed to collect on the counter before I left. It was only small change---if I’d had to buy a book with that pittance (极少的报酬), I would probably have been able to afford only a booklet of cigarette papers. When it was time for me to leave, I would do so dragging my feet, a weight on my soul. If it had been up to me, I would have stayed there forever.
One Christmas Sempere gave me that best gift I had ever received. It was an old volume, read and experienced to the full.
“Great expectations, by Charles Dickens,” I read on the cover.
I was aware that Sempere knew a few authors who frequented his establishment and, judging by the care with which he handled the volume, I thought perhaps this Mr. Dickens was one of them.
“A friend of yours?”
“A lifelong friend. And from now on, he’s your friend too.”
That afternoon I took my new friend home, hidden under my clothes so that my father wouldn’t see it. It was a rainy winter, with days as gray as lead, and I read Great Expectations about nine times, partly because I had no other book at hand, partly because I did not think there could be a better one in the whole world and I was beginning to suspect that Mr. Dickens had written it just for me. Soon I was convinced that I didn’t want to do anything else in life but learn to do what Mr. Dickens had done.
1. The underlined word “haven” in Paragraph 1 probably means “______”.A.favor | B.mask | C.consultant | D.shelter |
A.the people who played a part in the author’s story |
B.the difficulties the author ran into in his childhood |
C.the author’s affection for books as a child |
D.the author’s dreams before he met Sempere |
A.emphasize the emotional connection Sempere feels to reading |
B.imply that Sempere had one close friend in his lifetime |
C.underline the importance of the author’s connection to Sempere |
D.stress how friendships helped the author deal with difficulties |
A.Because he wanted to make the acquaintance of the book’s author. |
B.Because the gift meant that Sempere regarded him as a special friend. |
C.Because reading the book convinced him that he wanted to be a writer. |
D.Because he’d only ever been given sweets and snacks as gifts in the past. |
【推荐3】Any C.E.O. book ought to do two things. First, it should be a tale of how the author did it. In Bee Fearless, the 10-year-old C.E.O. Mikayla Ulmer's book, the origin story of Ulmer's company begins wit bee stings (蜇), after which her parents encourage her to learn about the insects rather than fear them. She does some research and finds out that bees are in danger, which raised her concern.
So the 4-year-old sets up a lemonade stand (柠檬汽水摊) outside her house in Austin, Tex.as. She sweetens her lemonade with honey, since bees make it and it's healthy. She sells it with an information card about bees. Her lemonade is awful at first, but a series of experiments produces something better. Best of all she donates money to bee-related organizations.
People around Austin notice it. The owner of a pizza shop offers to sell the drinks if she bottles it. Then she is invited to the TV series “Shark Tank" and later goes to Hollywood. She leaves Hollywood with $60,000 and expands her lemonade business.
So we have our good story. The second task is harder——for anyone, let alone a teenager selling her story to other kids: How do you make people believe that they too could accomplish something like this?
In Ulmer's book, she delivers the key to keeping in contact with customers like writing thank-you notes. She also writes about connecting with the strangers over a brief trade. Many grown-ups never learn the art of selling. Near the book's end, Ulmer describes telling a group of girls in South Africa to "imagine what it would feel like”" to buy things they want without having to ask others for help.
1. What first inspired Ulmer to start her business?A.Her parents' blame. | B.Her concern about bees. |
C.Her hatred for businesses. | D.Her desire to help other girls. |
A.Writing a book of bee protection. | B.Selling bees successfully. |
C.Succeeding in achieving one's goal. | D.Saving bees in tieir own ways. |
A.after bee stings, she became afraid of bees |
B.her attempt on lemonade was a total failure |
C.her book only teaches girls how to help themselves |
D.she develops a good relationship with customers |
A.To introduce a book. | B.To explain how to start a business. |
C.To advertise a drink. | D.To recommend a famous company. |
【推荐1】Struggling for breath, I felt another wave crash against my body. Desperately attempting to hold onto the sand for my life, at seven years old, I felt completely helpless. Waking up on the shore, I got up and began to clean the sand off me. My parents had been always drilling water safety into me and so I felt I should have known much better. But nearly drowning made me even more of a water baby.
Growing up in South Africa, I have many fond summer memories associated with the water. However, when I moved to the UK in 2013, I realized how much I missed it. As life went on, working full-time in media and advertising, I realized I wanted to do something else.
So much so, in 2016, I decided to train as a swimming teacher. I would work evenings and weekends, but eventually realized it was something I wanted to devote all my time to. I have been trained to teach a whole range of ages from three years old up to 77!
This desire to help others went even further when, in October last year, I decided to swim the English Channel with the charity Swim Tayka. I first knew about the charity back in 2019 after searching Google for volunteering projects, and I was really inspired by the work they did in providing disadvantaged children with swimming lessons and drowning prevention education.
“Why did you sign up for the challenge?” one of the charity workers asked me.
Sitting down one evening, I really thought about why I wanted to do this and I remembered the incident that happened when I was a child.
I just want to help people love and respect the water in the same way I do. Watching by the pool side as my students splash (溅) about care-free, I smile proudly. It really does make all the difference knowing you’re helping others and I encourage people to take up the challenge.
1. How does the author feel about his drowning experience?A.Amazing. | B.Beneficial. | C.Destructive. | D.Embarrassing. |
A.To teach all-age people to swim. |
B.To further study swimming skills. |
C.To escape from childhood memories. |
D.To be engaged in media and advertising. |
A.By inquiring volunteers. |
B.By overhearing a project. |
C.By googling for information. |
D.By crossing the English Channel. |
A.His deep love for swimming. |
B.The drowning incident in childhood. |
C.The education he received in the training. |
D.His determination to improve people’s well-being. |
【推荐2】It was 1994, and I was a 19-year-old student in my third year at Western University in London, Ontario. I had signed up for a course in the Department of English taught by one Donald S. Hair.
A few weeks into the class, the professor administered our first test. I didn't think I had anything to worry about—until he handed my exam back the following week with a 67 written on it in red ink.
Sixty-seven! I'd never received such a low mark. I was dependent on a scholarship, and any grade below 80 put my future in jeopardy. My seatmate's annoyed expression suggested her mark had been painful too. We angered silently: Professor Hair was an old weirdo (怪人)! How dare he ruin our GPAs? What was the old boy's problem, anyway?
But the real problem was this: He was right. I knew it as soon as I'd cooled off and taken the time to digest his comments. My writing was careless, my understanding of key concepts shallow. Like many of my partners, I was used to earning top grades. Now, for the first time, a teacher had introduced an uncomfortable question. Were we actually “earning” them?
The next day, I went to his office. With burning cheeks, I told him I knew I’d butchered the exam. To my childish surprise, he wasn’t a “weirdo” in the least. He was funny, warm and uncommonly patient. He assured me if I worked hard, I'd achieve my potential in the course, and he’d be available to help me.
I went away, read and read some more. The more I read, the more interesting his classes became, and soon, his complex, absorbing lectures were the highlight of my week. I spared no effort in that course. The grade I earned in his class was the lowest I’d received that year. But I had earned that grade. Nearly 30 years later, I'm still proud of that.
1. What does the underlined word “jeopardy” mean in paragraph 3?A.Advance. | B.Demand. | C.Trouble. | D.Conclusion. |
A.To explain the test was too difficult. |
B.To prove the professor's grading had problems. |
C.To suggest she didn't work hard. |
D.To show she was unfriendly in class. |
A.Disgusted. | B.Cautious. | C.Uninterested. | D.Appreciative. |
A.You have to earn a grade instead of “get” it | B.Be confident and not afraid of failure |
C.You should treasure a good teacher | D.Never rely on scholarships forever |
【推荐3】My brush was tiny, more like something you’d use for nail polish. That was suitable because I was struggling to paint the toenails of my dragon shadow puppet (皮影戏偶). Mao Zhongbo, our teacher, noticed my struggle and showed me how to keep my brush from becoming overloaded with pigment (颜料). It was an unexpected personal touch from the resident master at a Beijing hotel.
Shichahai Shadow Art Performance Hotel is a step back in time. Surrounded by a forest of skyscrapers, this little inn is in a hutong. Once you open its massive wooden doors, you enter a calm space that direct your gaze to the framed shadow puppet art that decorates the walls. The mission here is clear: to educate guests about a dying part of Chinese culture before it’s too late.
I visited here last winter. As a theater lover, I hoped to get a behind-the-scenes look into a completely different performing art. The inn provides English interpreters who help make the cultural offerings accessible to its foreign guests. These include performances in the private puppet theater at the hotel and several classes taught by master Mao.
One night, I watched Mao and several other hotel employees perform the classic tale “Turtle and Crane”. The animals’ flexible movements made me forget that puppeteers controlled them. Afterward, I tried my hand at controlling the many sticks needed to make each puppet move effortlessly. My awkward attempts to operate several sticks at once showed why it takes years to master something that looks simple.
I asked Mao whether anyone could learn to be a shadow puppet performer. He paused, then answered, “Like ballet, some have a talent for this and some don’t. Making a puppet seem real comes from the hands, the heart and the brain. It also takes passion.”
At the end of my stay, I went to the lobby to get my dragon shadow puppet. I noticed Mao giving a class to a group of local youngsters, confirming me in my belief that he would inspire a new generation of masters.
1. What was the author doing according to Paragraph 1?A.Polishing her toenails. |
B.Taking a shadow puppet class. |
C.Learning Chinese painting skills. |
D.Choosing pigment for her shadow puppet. |
A.Find foreign lovers of shadow puppetry. |
B.Save the dying art of shadow puppetry. |
C.Make shadow puppetry easy to understand. |
D.Attract buyers for shadow puppets on its walls. |
A.It is all about talent. |
B.It is effortless but boring. |
C.It looks easier than it is. |
D.It involves dealing with animals. |
A.Negative. | B.Hopeful. | C.Doubtful. | D.Uncaring. |