My fifteen-year-old son has just returned from abroad with rolls of exposed film and a hundred dollars in uncashed traveler’s checks, and is asleep at the moment. His blue duffel (粗呢) bag lies on the floor where he dropped it. Obviously, he postponed as much sleep as he could, when he walked in and we hugged, his electrical system suddenly switched off, and he headed directly for the bed, where I imagine he beat his old record of sixteen hours.
It was his first trip overseas, so weeks before it, I pressed travel books on him, and a tape cassette of useful French phrases; drew up a list of people to visit; advised him on clothing and other things. At the luggage store where we went to buy him a suitcase, he headed for the duffels, saying that suitcases were more for old people.
During the trip, he called home three times: from London, Paris, and a village named Ullapool. Near Ullapool, he climbed a mountain in a rainstorm that almost blew him off. In the village, a man spoke to him in Gaelic, and, too polite to interrupt, my son listened to him for tenor fifteen minutes, trying to nod in the right places. The French he learned from the cassette didn’t hold water in Paris. The French he talked to shrugged and walked on.
When my son called, I sat down at the kitchen table and leaned forward and hung on every word. His voice came through clearly, though two of the calls were like ship-to-shore communication. When I interrupted him with a “Great!” or a “Really?”, I knocked a little hole in his communication. So I just sat and listened. I have never listened to a telephone so attentively and with so much pleasure. It was wonderful to hear news from him that was so new to me. In my book, he was the first man to land on the moon, and I knew that I had no advice to give him and that what I had a ready given was probably not much help.
The unused checks are certainly evidence of that. Youth travels light .No suitcase, not much luggage and a slim expense account, and yet he went to the scene, and came back safely. I sit here amazed. The night when your child returns with dust on his shoes from a country you’ve never seen is a night you would gladly turn into a week.
1. During the trip, the author’s son ______.A.ran out of money | B.had inadequate sleep |
C.forgot to call his mother | D.failed to take good pictures |
A.Polite and careless. | B.Creative and stubborn. |
C.Considerate and independent. | D.Self-centered and adventurous. |
A.Good parents should protect their children from potential dangers. |
B.The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page. |
C.It’s a win-win choice to give a child space to experience and explore. |
D.Communication between parents and children is extremely important. |
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【推荐1】It all started with a simple question: “Can I paint your portrait?”
This summer, Brian Peterson and his wife, Vanessa, had just moved to California. Outside the couple’s fourth-floor apartment, an untidy homeless man was often yelling on the street corner, sometimes keeping them awake at night.
One day, Peterson was relaxing in his living room, reading the book Love Does, about the power of love in action, when his quiet was disturbed by the homeless man. Inspired by the book’s compassionate message, Peterson made an unexpected decision: He was going to go outside and introduce himself.
In that first unexpected, Peterson learned that the man’s name was Matt Faris. He’d moved to California to pursue a career in music, but he soon fell on hard times and ended up living on the street for more than a decade. “It was the weirdest thing to me,” Peterson recalled later. “I saw beauty on the face of a man who hadn’t shaved in probably a year. But his story, the life inside of him, inspired me.” And even though Peterson hadn’t picked up a brush in about eight years, he found himself asking if he could paint Faris’s portrait. Faris said yes.
Peterson’s connection with Faris led him to form Faces of Santa Ana, a nonprofit organization focused on befriending and painting portraits of members of the community who are unhoused. Peterson sells the impressive 30-by-40-inch canvas-signed by both subject and artist-for a few thousand dollars, splitting the proceeds and putting half into what he calls a “love account” for his model. He then helps people use the money to get back on their feet.
Peterson has painted 41 of these portraits himself. But there’s more to the finished products than the money they bring to someone down-and-out. He’s discovered that the buyers tend to connect to the story of the person in the painting, finding similarities with someone they might have otherwise overlooked or misunderstood.
“People often tell me, ‘I was the one that would cross the street. But I see homeless people differently now,’” Peterson says. “I didn’t know that would happen.”
1. What inspired Brian Peterson to approach the homeless man?A.The loud yell from the street comer. |
B.The beauty he saw on the homeless’ face. |
C.The desire to donate money to the homeless. |
D.The positive impact from Love Does. |
A.Donates them to local homeless shelters and relief centers. |
B.Invests them in his nonprofit organization, Faces of Santa Ana. |
C.Gives money to the portrait subject and helps people regain stability. |
D.Uses them to fund the local disadvantaged communities. |
A.They have become friends with the homeless individuals. |
B.They have overcome their misconceptions about the homeless. |
C.They have stopped crossing the street to avoid the homeless. |
D.They have gained profits from those who are down-and-out. |
A.To raise awareness about the homeless through art. |
B.To provide resources and housing for the homeless. |
C.To boost connection between artists and their subjects. |
D.To discover the root cause of homelessness. |
【推荐2】Whenever a new person walks through the gates of the Science of Spirituality Meditation (冥想) and Ecology Centre in Richmond, one often hears the words, “I never knew such a place existed. It’s so peaceful and the gardens are so beautiful.”
In 2005, this centre was an old school, with a history going back to 1904. Rabbits had damaged the foundations (地基) and rats ran along littered hallways. The traffic roaring along Steveston Highway was hardly beneficial to meditation, and fresh air! Neither did we have sufficient funds at the time to carry out a purchase. But there was hope, wild hope! We had a vision. We could make it a reality.
Our group was inspired to take this step under the loving guidance of Sant Rajinder Singh Ji Maharaj, a living Master in an ancient family of spiritual experts. Despite the small size of our local charity, we took chances to purchase this place that spoke to us at some very deep level. Generous donations and effort flowed in from members at exactly the right time. Thus, we could begin the physical origins of the SOS Meditation and Ecology Centre.
And to create it took a great deal of sweat efforts. Gardens were dug and planted by volunteers. Brothers and sisters worked together. Over the following years, beautiful gardens were established and every inch of the old building and roof took on a new look.
From a wishful dream and a loving handful, this special place, with its green gardens, became a reality. The Centre has become a sign of light and love in a materialistic society, where seekers find peace, joy, help in meditation, friendship and an opportunity to grow spiritually.
1. What can we infer from paragraph 2?A.The founders intended to give up the center at the beginning. |
B.The founders had sufficient funds to carry out the project. |
C.The centre was not originally suited for meditation. |
D.The centre was a school with good environment. |
A.With the help of the old school. |
B.With the contributions of generous people. |
C.With the funds donated by a spiritual expert. |
D.With the local government’s financial support. |
A.Rude. | B.Distant. | C.Conventional. | D.Selfless. |
A.To introduce an old school to readers. |
B.To tell the story about the construction of the centre. |
C.To call for people to meditate. |
D.To explain the influence of meditation on average people. |
【推荐3】Nothing good generally comes of a conversation that start with the words, “I think you should probably sit down before I tell you this.”
And so it came to pass. Away for Christmas, we got a call from kind friends at home, our neighbor's house had caught fire while they were out. The fire didn't spread to our house but the smoke very much did.
It's weeks of either throwing out, or sending away for specialist cleaning, every single thing into which smoke could have permeated because the particles are an ongoing health risk and washing isn't enough. Anything soft-sofas and carpets and children's teddy bears, clothes — is suspected. We will be seeing in the New Year in a decidedly minimalist fashion.
What I didn't expect to feel, however, is lucky. Friends and neighbors have come together with incredible generosity. We will never again underestimate the closeness of the village community in which we live, or the innate kindness that is most people's natural reaction to trouble, and are grateful to be reminded of so much that is good. But that's not the only thing I've learned. For in a sense, we have a chance to start again.
The surprise on being forced to think about what might urgently need replacing is how short the list of essentials seems; how much we must have been hanging on to out of habit, and how much we have been conditioned to think was important.
It's all too easily assumed that family history lives in tangible things — old photographs, a dress bought decades ago for a night heavy with memories — but that's not quite right. These things were only reminders of what we already carry with us in head and heart.
Walking through the house, sweeping up the broken glass, I realized that the answer to the old question of “What would you save in a fire?” is actually that nothing really matters but each other.
1. What happened to the author's house?A.It caught a fire. | B.It was affected by a fire. |
C.It was broken into by friends. | D.Its windows were broken. |
A.Something that may be damaged. | B.Something that may not be genuine. |
C.Something that may not be so good. | D.Something that may be dangerous. |
A.People around him were cold to others' trouble. | B.His friends and neighbors were so generous. |
C.People in his community were close to each other. | D.He was so lucky to find much that was good. |
【推荐1】On August 3, 2020, a New Jersey schoolteacher named Julia Mooney put on a grey button-down dress and wore it to work. She wore it the next day and the next. In fact, she continued to wear that same dress for 100 days in a row. Mooney wanted to get people — her middle school students, in particular — thinking about fashion in a new way and how we live in what she describes as a “culture of excess”, closets overflowing with clothes far more than we need.
At first, Mooney said nothing to her students about her experiment. There was no formal class discussion until several weeks later, at which point the students were responsive. Mooney said that her students could really understand the idea that we need to judge each other based on what we do and not what we wear. “As they try to define themselves the students are often identifying with brands or superficial (表面上的) things. Many seemed excited to have a reason to talk about how silly all of that really is.” she said.
A quest for greater simplicity is partly what inspired Mooney in the first place. On her website, she wrote that “spending a long time thinking and worrying about what to wear in the morning will be a thing of the past”. It also solved the problem of limited closet space in an old house.
If there was a tear (破洞) Mooney patched it with her sewing machine. She was careful with it so she wore an apron (围裙) to keep it clean — just like people did in years gone by.She washed the dress on weekends.
“The challenge I’m presenting is this: Let’s think before we buy it, wear it, throw it away and buy again. Are we just perpetuating (使持续) a culture that defines us based on what we’re wearing rather than what we’re doing? What if we spent our energy trying to be good, interesting humans instead of trying to look good and interesting?” she said.
Mooney herself is back to wearing pants to work, but the effect of the experiment lingers. She said, “I’m expressing my interest in the health of our planet and the people who occupy it, while channeling less of my energy into my wardrobe and more into loving my children, being patient with my students and embracing my day-to-day existence.”
1. Why did Julia Mooney wear the same dress continuously?A.She liked that dress most. |
B.She tried to save time and money. |
C.She had to follow a fast fashion trend. |
D.She wanted to arouse people’s reflection. |
A.Opposed. | B.Indifferent. |
C.Uncertain. | D.Optimistic. |
A.The aim Mooney wanted to achieve. |
B.The influence Mooney was trying to exert. |
C.Efforts Mooney made to keep the plan going well. |
D.Difficulties Mooney encountered in carrying out the plan. |
A.It is our responsibility to protect the earth’s environment. |
B.Mooney is putting more energy into worthwhile things. |
C.Mooney doesn’t care what she wears every day. |
D.People should be grateful for their daily lives. |
【推荐2】You may have come across the picture that has a number drawn on the floor with two people standing on either side of it. One person sees a 6, and the other sees a 9. They are both right, but they are wrong in the eyes of the other person. This is perspective. In life, few things are absolutely right or wrong.
Having good perspective on life gives you an advantage. First of all, you are a lot more open to seeing from other people' s perspectives, thus making it easy for you to create meaningful relationships.
The moment your perspective on life comes into play, always remember that the other person' s perspective matters as well.
A.Try to put yourself in someone else' s shoes. |
B.What we usually have are two different perspectives on one thing, instead. |
C.You may not realize how important your perspective on life is. |
D.It also gives you a lot more reasons to be grateful and happy. |
E.Your perspective determines how other people deal with you. |
F.This can graduate into handshakes and the start of a friendship. |
G.Change your perspective so that you can see the most growth in your mind . |
【推荐3】One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class, named Kyle, was walking home from school, seemingly carrying all of his books. I wanted to lend him a hand. But I had quite a weekend planned, so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. Suddenly, a bunch of kids running at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him when he crawled around looking for his glasses. “Hey, thanks!” He said as I handed him his glasses. There was a big smile on his face.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors and leaving for college, Kyle was valedictorian (毕业致辞者) of our class.
“Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his belongings home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize the depth of my small help.
1. Why didn’t the author help Kyle carry books?A.He didn’t know him well. | B.He disliked helping strangers. |
C.He got his shoulders hurt. | D.He had a busy weekend. |
A.Kids. | B.Books. | C.Arms. | D.Glasses. |
A.Small action, big difference. | B.Helping others is to help yourself. |
C.A friend in need is a friend indeed. | D.Great minds think alike. |
【推荐1】When I was 8 years old, I decided to run away from home after a quarrel with my mother. With my suitcase packed and some sandwiches in a bag, I started for the front door.
My mom asked where I was going. “I’m leaving home,” I said. “What’s that you’re carrying?” she asked.
“Some clothes and food,” I replied.
“If you want to run away, that’s all right,” she said. “But you came into this home without anything and you can leave the same way.”
I threw my suitcase and sandwiches on the floor and started for the door again.
“Wait a minute,” Mom said. “You didn’t have any clothes on when you arrived, and I want them back.”
This infuriated me. I tore my clothes off — shoes, socks, underwear and all — and shouted, “Can I go now?”
“Yes,” my mom answered, “but once you close that door, don’t expect to come back.”
I was so angry that I shut the door forcefully and stepped out of my home. Then I noticed down the street two neighbor girls walking toward our house. I was so shy that I saw the big spruce (云杉) tree in our yard and jumped under the low-hang ng branches (树枝). A pile of dried-up brown needles (针状物) were beneath the tree, and you can’t imagine the pain those sharp needles caused to my body.
After I was sure the girls had passed by, I ran to the front door and knocked at it loudly.
“It’s Billy! Let me in!”
The voice behind the door answered, “Billy doesn’t live here anymore. He ran away from home.”
Looking behind me to see if anyone else was coming down the street I said, “Mom! I’m sorry. I’m still your son. Let me in!”
The door opened and Mom’s smiling face appeared. “Did you change your mind about running away?” she asked.
“What’s for supper?” I smiled back.
1. When the author was leaving home, his mother ordered him to .A.stay at home | B.take some sandwiches |
C.leave everything behind | D.check his suitcase carefully |
A.Selfish and proud. | B.Strict but loving. |
C.Kind and helpful. | D.Wise but impatient. |
A.surprised | B.warned | C.encouraged | D.angered |
A.felt very hungry at that time |
B.changed his plan to leave home |
C.wished to eat something before leaving |
D.wanted to know what his mother prepared for supper |
Now that I am no longer young. I have friends whose mothers have passed away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully thanked their mothers until it was too late to tell them.
I am blessed with the dear mother who is still alive. I appreciate her devotion more each day. My mother does not change, but I do. As I grow older and wiser, I realize what an extraordinary person the is. It’s sad that I am unable to say these words in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.
How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patience and just plain hard work that go into raising a child? For running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, and for tolerating a college student who knows everything? For wailing for the day when the daughter realizes what her mother really is?
How does a grown woman thank a mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready with advice when asked or remaining silent when it is needed? For not saying “I told you so.” when she could have voiced these words dozens of times? For being essentially herself — loving, thoughtful, patient and forgiving?
I don’t know how to thank her, dear God, except to bless her and live up to the example she has set. I pray that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine.
1. We can infer from the passage that the author is .A.reserved and romantic | B.cold and practical |
C.stubborn but responsible | D.talkative and realistic |
A.she has her own lovely sons and daughters |
B.she is excellent in bringing up her own children |
C.it is too late to say thanks to her mother in her presence |
D.she still has the chance to express her appreciation to her mother |
A.mothers should offer advice rather than blame |
B.the sentence “I told you so.” can be repealed if necessary |
C.the author is very thankful to her mother for her education |
D.mothers can instruct their children whenever they want to |
A.devotion | B.forgiveness |
C.consideration | D.self-preservation |
【推荐3】If you’ve got more than one kid, you’re showing favoritism, whether you know it or not.
“Parents may favor one child over another, for a lot of reasons. The child may have an easy temperament (性情) or might behave particularly well or may look like you,” says Susan Newman, a psychologist. “But regardless of the reason, every child must be made to feel loved and special, in order to fully develop.” Newman warns that favoring one child over their siblings (兄弟姐妹) publicly can have a significantly negative effect.
“The unfavored child can feel defeated, and unmotivated, as a result of working hard to get parental support, with no success,” says Yelena Gidenko, a licensed counselor. “He orshe may also suffer from depression and become angry, bitter, or jealous,” she adds Children feeling this way may act out, in an effort to get their parent’s attention, making matters worse. They may also behave inappropriately, becoming the black sheep, which they believe their parents already see. “Unfavored children may have a hard time accepting who they are, since they do not feel accepted by their parents,” adds Gidenko.
Favoritism is not exactly a boon for the favored child, either. Kids who feel that they are their parent’s favorite sometimes translate that into a go pass for their behavior in future relationships. “Favored children may feel a sense of entitlement, and that rules do not apply to them,” says Gidenko. This can negatively affect the way they act in school, at work, and in their friendships.
It may seem absurd, but the opposite can also occur. Favored children may experience anxiety and insecurity, resulting from their favorite child status. “Children are observant. They know when they are getting praise for things they have not earned, such as being your favorite. For this reason, they know, and fear, that these things might be taken away fromthem at any time, for any reason,” says Gidenko
Newman urges parents to remember that it’s not possible to treat children equally because they are all different. What parents can, and should do is talk to their kids about how, and why, they treat them the way they do. “According to research, parents don’t talkabout this. They don’t say why one child gets more time than another. If they do, they are preserving their bond with each child,” says Newman
1. What can we learn about unfavored children?A.They want to please their parents |
B.They care little about their siblings. |
C.They tend to lack a sense of identity |
D.They hope to be the black sheep of the family. |
A.Blessing. | B.Challenge. | C.Honor. | D.Burden. |
A.Treat their children equally |
B.Explain themselves to their children |
C.Strengthen their bond with their children |
D.Remove the differences between their children |
A.The solutions to parental favoritism |
B.The consequences of parental favoritism |
C.An analysis of why parents play favorites |
D.A contrast between favored and unfavored children |
【推荐1】Eleven-year-old Angela was stricken with a terrible disease. She was unable to walk and she moved only in other ways. The doctors thought she'd spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, for few, if any, were able to come back to normal after getting this disease. The little girl was brave. There, lying in her hospital bed, she would promise to anyone who'd listen that she was going to be walking again someday,
She was moved to a special hospital. Many ways were used to treat her disease. The doctors there were moved by her undefeatable spirit They taught her about imagining seeing herself walking. If it would do nothing else, it would at least give her hope and something positive(积极的)to do in the long waking hours in her bed. Angela would work as hard as possible in exercise period. But she worked just as hard lying there faithfully imagining herself moving!
One day, as she was trying with all her might to imagine her legs moving again, it seemed as though a wonder happened: the bed moved! It began to move around the room! She shouted out, “Look what I’m doing! I can do it! I moved!”
Of course, at this very moment everyone else in the hospital was shouting, too. Many things were falling and glass breaking. It was an earthquake. But she believed that she made it. And now only a few years later, she's back in school. On her own two legs. No wheelchair. You see, anyone who can shake the earth between San Francisco and Oakland can defeat an unimportant little disease, can’t they?
1. What did the doctors do with Angela's disease?A.They held out little hope of curing it. |
B.They were sure and confident to cure her. |
C.They gave up ways of helping her. |
D.They sent her home with a wheelchair. |
A.help her to recover from the disease |
B.give her encouragement and hope |
C.praise her for her undefeatable spirit |
D.cure her illness in a special way |
A.Her undefeatable spirit and hard work. |
B.Crutches (拐杖)and a wheelchair. |
C.The earthquake in San Francisco. |
D.An advanced medical operation. |
A.Angela's imagining walking |
B.other patients' help |
C.an unexpected earthquake |
D.Angela’s recovering |
【推荐2】They say a cat has nine lives, and I think that possible since I am now living my third life and I’m not even a cat. My father died when I was 15, and we had a hard struggle to make a living. And my mother, who was seriously ill in her last years, died while still in her 60s. My sister married soon after, and I followed her example within the year.
This was when I began to enjoy my first life. I was very happy, in excellent health. I had a good job in San Jose and a beautiful home up the peninsula in San Carlos. Life was a pleasant dream. Then the dream ended. I became afflicted(使苦恼) with a slowly progressive disease of the motor nerves, affecting first my right arm and leg, and then my other side. Thus began my second life...
In spite of my disease I still drove to and from work each day, with the aid of special equipment installed in my car. And I managed to keep my health and optimism, to a degree, because of 14 steps. Crazy? Not at all. Our home was an affair with 14 steps leading up from the garage to the kitchen door. Those steps were a standard measure of life. They were my yardstick, my challenge to continue living. I felt that if the day arrived when I was unable to lift one foot up one step and then drag the other painfully after it-repeating the process 14 times, I would be through-I could then admit defeat and lie down and die.
Then on a dark night in August, 1971, I began my third life. It was raining when I started home that night; strong winds and slashing rain beat down on the car as I drove slowly down one of the less-traveled roads. Suddenly the steering wheel jerked(猝然一动). In the same instant I heard the bang of a blowout. It was impossible for me to change that tire! Utterly impossible!
I started the engine and thumped(砰然地响) slowly along until I came to the dirt road, where I turned in and where I found lighted windows welcomed me to a house and pulled into the driveway and blared the horn.
The door opened and a little girl stood there. When she knew what happened to me, she went into the house and a moment later came out, followed by a man who called a cheerful greeting. I sat there comfortable and dry, and felt a bit sorry for the man and the little girl working so hard in the storm.
About an hour later, the man’s voice was heard, “This is a bad night for car trouble, but you’re all set now.” “Thanks,” I said. “How much do I owe you?” He shook his head, “Nothing. Cynthia told me you were a cripple(跛者). Glad to be of help. I know you’d do the same for me. There’s no charge, friend.” I held out a five-dollar bill, “No! I like to pay my way.” He made no effort to take it and the little girl stepped closer to the window and said quietly, “Grandpa can’t see it. ”
1. “A cat has nine lives” here means ______ .A.a cat can live nine times longer than any other animal |
B.a cat can die ninth |
C.a lucky man cannot die easily |
D.the writer will live nine times |
A.Warm-hearted but pitiable |
B.Warm-hearted and happy |
C.A blind old man that has nothing to do every day |
D.A poor old man that is always ready to help others |
A.The writer paid the little girl but the old man did not accept. |
B.The writer drove away with tears running down his cheek. |
C.The writer stayed there, without knowing what to do and how to do. |
D.In the next few frozen seconds the writer felt the shame and astonishment he had never felt before. |
A.The Old Man and His Daughter | B.Heart Leaping Up |
C.Never Lose Heart | D.Good Will Be Rewarded Good |
【推荐3】As the drought eased and the water cooled in late August, Barbara, 70, and me, at 71, decided to keep swimming. We have both read Bonnie Tsui’s Why We Swim, a fine book about cold-water swimming. We challenged ourselves to swim for as long as possible through September and into October.
I have long loved swimming, though the fear of being seen as fat has upset me. Cold-water swimming deepened my sense of well-being and let me use my body. It became a ritual Barbara and I developed as swimming sisters. When she returned to the United States, I did not know how I could continue our cold-water tradition. I wasn’t prepared to freeze alone.
There were larger commitments I could not remove. In the summer, we planned to cross from the cove to an island across the lake. I had to stay fit. We also planned to host a cold-water swimming race for locals in the fall. We would make it an annual event, so that, in our 80s, we might swim through October and into November.
With these plans in mind, I joined my local city pool. I had not been in a public pool for about 30 years. But my body said swim, my brain said swim and my heart, could not let go. So I went anyway.
I am swimming. I am alive to my love of the water, alive to my promise for the spring and the summer that will come. We are increasingly aware of the miracle of being able — bodied enough to share the cold — water wonder side by side.
1. Why was Why We Swim mentioned in Paragraph One?A.To show it arouses their common interest to some degree. |
B.To guide the author to learn to swim at such an old age. |
C.To analyze the advantages of swimming in late August. |
D.To teach people how to ease the pressure in the drought. |
A.Promise. | B.Requirement. | C.Routine. | D.Standard. |
A.She participated in a local swimming race. |
B.She went to the gym to improve her strength. |
C.She became a member of the local public pool. |
D.She swam across the lake to the island herself. |
A.Forever friendship among the two. |
B.Passion for cold-water swimming. |
C.Commitments for the annual event. |
D.The benefits of routine swimming. |