My mother is a diligent and kind woman. She is very busy from morning till night. As a teacher, she works hard.
My mother has been teaching math at a middle school in my hometown. She goes to work early in the morning and does not return home until late in the afternoon.
Often, she says to us, “work while you work, and play while you play. That is the way to be happy and gay. If you do not work, you will become lazy and be of no use to society”. What a piece of good advice this is!
A.As a mother, she takes good care of us and gives us every comfort. |
B.She enjoys listening to classic music. |
C.She never goes to expensive restaurants to enjoy meals. |
D.She loves her students and cares for them. |
E.My mother is hard-working and never wastes money. |
F.Can you tell us something about your mother? |
G.I never forget it and always bear it in my mind. |
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【推荐1】Family is the most important thing in the world. Sometimes it can be hard to get along with family members but you love them. How can you have a better relationship with your family members?
●Spend more time together.
Think about how much time you spend with your family already. Is it enough?
●Improve yourself.
Perhaps they complain about your grades, your attitude or your lack of goals; don’t assume it’s all nagging. Some of what they are saying is most likely for your own good, and they’re trying to protect you from life’s hardships and encourage you to be the best you can be.
●Be as independent as you can.
For example, don’t ask your father to wake you up in the morning.
If your parents come home late at night after work, try to make a simple dinner for them, instead of making your mother cook for you again. If your brother or sister is not doing well at school, show him or her how to succeed with the subjects.
A.Be helpful. |
B.Make dinners yourself. |
C.Here are a few tips you can follow. |
D.Instead, set an alarm clock beside your table. |
E.You should understand why they complain about your performance. |
F.Improve your attitude and work on the things that family members comment on. |
G.If not, what can you do to improve things and find more time to spend together? |
【推荐2】My cousin is nine years old, a little bit fat and doesn't do really well at school. As the youngest in the household, she is heavily teased, and thus has developed some resistance and distrust towards adults, who usually don't put high hopes in her.
Yesterday we went to an art exhibition together. There were paintings from kids with disabilities. My little girl has keen eyes, for the paintings she liked most were also the best of the show. She also voluntarily helped to arrange the chairs and table for a sharing session, painted by herself alongside new friends while I attended the sharing, and cheerfully helped me to get my bag from another room, something that doesn't happen often at home as she's usually glued to her iPad.
We went to buy books together. I bought a book written by a mom telling about her journey with her autistic(自闭症的) son. On the bus back home, I briefly introduced the book to my cousin, and to my surprise she was truly interested. She kept asking me to tell more stories about this friend in the book who struggles with small things in life. This is the first time I've seen her so interested in a topic. Usually when she talks to me, she describes events at school and at home without a clear focus. I'm very touched that the life of an unknown stranger has found its way into this little girl's heart.
I'm very thankful for the power of books, for the beauty that my cousin showed to me, and for the time we had together. I pray that I can keep seeing clearly the wonderful things in her, so that whenever the not-so-kind world puts her down, I can remind her how truly wonderful she has always been.
1. Why does the little girl have a bad attitude to some adults?A.Because she doesn't do really well at school. |
B.Because she is the youngest in the household. |
C.Because the adults constantly make fun of her. |
D.Because the adults don’t put any hopes in her. |
A.charming | B.sharp |
C.loving | D.pretty |
A.The autistic son. | B.The writer’s cousin. |
C.The mother. | D.The writer. |
【推荐3】Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned 12, a white gardenia was delivered to my house. No card came with it. Calls to the flower-shop were not helpful at all. After a while I stopped trying to discover the sender’s name and just delighted in the beautiful white flower in soft pink paper.
But I never stopped imagining who the giver might be. Some of my happiest moments were spent daydreaming about the sender. My mother contributed to these imaginings. She’d ask me if there was someone for whom I had done special kindness. Perhaps it was the old man across the street whose mail I’d delivered during the winter. As a girl of seventeen, though, I had more fun imagining that it might be a boy whom I had met.
One month before my graduation, my father died of a heart attack. I felt so sad that I became completely uninterested in my upcoming graduation party.
The day before my father died, my mother and I had gone shopping for a party dress. We’d found an impressive one, but it was the wrong size. When my father died, I forgot about my dress.
But my mother didn’t. The day before the party I found that dress—in the right size—over the living room sofa. I didn’t care whether I had a new dress or not. But my mother wanted me to have one. She wanted her children to feel loved and lovable. In truth, my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia—lovely, strong and perfect with perhaps a bit of mystery. My mother died ten days after I was married. I was 22. That was the year the gardenia stopped coming.
1. Why did the writer stopped trying to know who the sender was?A.In no way could she find the sender. | B.The shop didn’t answer the phone. |
C.There was no card with the flower. | D.She was only interested in the flower. |
A.Her father. | B.Her mother. | C.An old man. | D.A boy. |
A.12 times. | B.22 times. | C.10 times. | D.9 times. |
A.A Party Dress | B.My Gardenia |
C.A Mysterious Boy | D.The Death of My Parents |