I cried the first time I saw Notre Dame(巴黎圣母院) years ago. I’d waited my entire life to see this great French structure, and experienced its full glory on a bright sunny day. Last night, I cried again for the centuries-old church while watching it burn.
I hadn't expected to spend my evening that way. My friend and I were having dinner at a cafe a block or so away from Notre Dame, choosing to skip going inside with the intention of going back the next day.
However, we heard that it caught fire, so we left the cafe and ran towards the church, following heavy smoke from it, and soon we joined a nearly silent crowd. Some were praying, some were crying, but most were staring in disbelief at the disaster happening before us. The fire continued to get worse. About 400 fire fighters were working to control the fire. We could see their flashlights shining as they inspected the front from a balcony.
Notre Dame is part of the heartbeat of Paris reflected on the experiences I’d had there, from attending a bread market out front to admiring the beautiful windows and architecture inside. It is a spot that helps make Paris magical. And here we were, watching it burn down. It was too much to handle it, but it was impossible to look away.
At about 9:30pm, the gathered crowd spontaneously(自发地) began to sing hymns(圣歌) to the church. We sang along with the group, feeling at once less like tourists but more like members of them. I hadn't imagined all that before.
For hundreds of years, Notre Dame has seen the most joyous and the most terrible moments in the lives of both France and her people. And when everyone was able to become one emotional force, it showed that even in her darkest hour, Notre Dame was still there to bring us all together.
1. What was the author doing when Notre Dame caught fire?A.Heading for a faraway cafe. | B.Visiting a church with a friend. |
C.Eating nearby with a friend. | D.Wandering along the street alone. |
A.People expressed their sadness in different ways. |
B.People were nervously rushing in different directions. |
C.Hundreds of volunteers joined in putting out the fire. |
D.Firefighters kept people away with shining flashlights. |
A.The church allowed visitors to gain great experiences. |
B.Many foreign tourists became members of the church. |
C.The church survived disasters for hundreds of years. |
D.People gathered there to sing spontaneously to the church. |
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When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a cake.
She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her some beer.
Once again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted. They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, yet they never said a word.
As it grew dark, the boy got up to leave. Before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy got home, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?” He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”
Meanwhile, the old woman returned to her home. Her neighbor was shocked by the look of joy on her face and asked, “What did you do today that made you so happy?”
She replied, “I ate cakes in the park with God.” But before her neighbor responded, she added, “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
1. What did the boy know before his journey?
A.He had little chance to meet God. |
B.It would be long before he met God. |
C.He would run into many difficulties on the road. |
D.God would greet him with the most beautiful smile. |
A.the boy offered her a cake |
B.the boy offered her some beer |
C.the boy turned back and gave her a hug |
D.she was looking at the pigeons in the park |
A.He should be old enough. |
B.He couldn’t be very talkative. |
C.He must be kind to the young. |
D.He must be happy all the time. |
【推荐2】In dreaming up the programme Tennis and Literacy for Youth, as a mother, I had hoped to share two of my passions, tennis and reading, with children. Throughout the year, I had advertised for participants at local elementary schools and volunteers at local high schools. With the help of kind people, I applied for money. I was even able to secure a camp site for the programme.
But on the first day of camp, in spite of my careful planning, things did not go the way I had hoped. Hector and Adrian exchanged blows with their racquets (球拍). Hector struggled to his feet moments later, covering a bloody nose with one hand. Georgie and Eduardo threw balls at each other. Then during the reading time, I raced from joyless child to demanding child, unable to convince even one to open a book. They would rather be watching Nickelodeon at home, Mylea told me, than “learning stupid tennis and reading boring books”.
That evening, exhausted as I was, I called my volunteers together for a meeting, and redesigned the entire curriculum. We created a good fellow system, where each volunteer paired with a camper to help him or her during reading time. To emphasize praise and progress, we established weekly prize ceremonies, presenting awards for most improved reading, tennis and behavior.
In the following days, with the chaos and the schedule changes and the meetings, these children, once in bad mood during reading time, untouched books in their laps, began to find joy in reading a story and playing tennis.
One day, Mylea shut the book and asked me, “Can I take this to read it to my mom tonight?” Looking up at her eager face, I couldn’t help myself. I jumped to my feet and wrapped her in a hug, lifting her right off the ground. “It’s all yours!” I overjoyed.
1. What can we learn from paragraph 1?A.The author was a teacher of a high school. |
B.Volunteers from local schools donated a lot of money. |
C.Local schools invited the author to plan a reading camp. |
D.The author made good preparations for the programme. |
A.Successful. | B.Messy. | C.Smooth. | D.Boring. |
A.By replacing the books with tennis. |
B.By helping and inspiring the campers. |
C.By calling on the children to work hard. |
D.By emphasizing the importance of reading. |
A.A proposal of being volunteers. |
B.An improvement of the teaching facilities. |
C.A survey on how to help kids overcome difficulties. |
D.An experience of introducing reading and tennis to kids. |
Tim and his parents arrived and I was out the door in a flash. My good impression began with “ punctual”. I sat in the backseat beside Tim nervously watching his father’s eyes glance into the rearview mirror to examine me.
Tim and his parents had already decided on their favorite Mexican restaurant and that was fine with me; the dim lighting would hide the rising flush of my cheeks, and if anyone noticed, I could blame it on the peppers. With proper table manners I managed to survive halfway through dinner without making any unforgivable mistakes. However, in the midst of conversation I reached for my iced tea, raised the glass to my lips and very quickly discovered I had picked up the wrong glass.
I quickly lowered the glass and set it back but it was too late; I had burnt my eyebrows, the hair in my nose, and curl over my forehead! I looked up slowly, praying no one had seen me, but all eyes at the table had seen and each face stared at me in shocked silence. Excusing myself, I ran to the restroom.
I would have hidden there forever but I’d barely gotten in the door when Tim’s mother arrived. “ Ah, honey,” she said, holding out her arms to me. “ Everything will be just fine.”
Tim and I eventually married. We had a small ceremony and a family reception afterwards held at the very restaurant where this incident occurred. This time, however, I didn’t drink any candles… only a Margarita(一种鸡尾酒名); they were served in different glasses.
1. It can be inferred from the passage that___________.
A.the author had never met her parents-in-law before dinning together |
B.Tim and the author took the bus to get to the restaurant |
C.Tim’s father was curious to know about the author |
D.Tim’s mother was not satisfied with the author’s behavior |
A.felt very sorry for being late meeting Tim’s parents |
B.mistook wine for drinks and got drunk |
C.had her eyebrows burnt because of her nervousness |
D.left a bad impression on Tim’s parents |
A.Please Don’t Drink the Candles |
B.Please Don’t Light the Candles |
C.Please Behave Yourself |
D.You Can Never Make a First Impression for a Second Time |
【推荐1】After a lifetime watching football with my father, a cancer diagnosis means I will have to go alone. And this is my dad’s last match.
Out of the lift, we made directly for the seats. The atmosphere was pleasant, without any final-day tension.
The only goal came just after half an hour. That, I think, was the last goal Dad ever saw, but I can’t be certain he did see it. Several times I’d glanced at Dad; on each occasion his eyes had been gazing out of the stadium.
Half-time came and went. I spent it following him in and out of the toilets, making sure he remembered his way back and meanwhile showing the way to some elders. The second half passed without goals. Dad sat in his seat, waiting for the whistle to end the match.
As soon as the last of the players had passed us, the goodbyes began all around us, the air quickly filling with the usual “see you in August” and “have a great summer”. Dad had tried to hide his tears. But by the time Frank and Dave and all the other matchday friends he’d made over the years had started to say their goodbyes, he could no longer disguise them. The tears streamed from him like I’d never seen before. But it was the noise that accompanied them which was the worst part: a long loud high cry; the cry of a child, yet coming from a man in his seventies. Awkwardly, I put an arm around his shoulders to comfort him. He cupped his hands over his face and continued to sob.
He was trembling when he stood up and reached for my hand as we headed towards the top of the steps.
This was it: the end. 25 years after he’d led me into Old Trafford stadium by the hand for my first game, here I was, leading him by his as he left for a final time. At the top of the steps, he grasped the handrail and began to descend, giving no final glance back at the field as he went.
1. Why is it the author’s father’s last match?A.Because he suffers from cancer. |
B.Because football is no longer his favorite. |
C.Because Old Trafford stadium will get closed. |
D.Because he is too old to watch the matches alone. |
A.Feel. | B.Enjoy. | C.Hide. | D.Ignore. |
A.The loud cry of a child. |
B.The unusual crying of his father. |
C.The farewell made to all the friends. |
D.The embarrassment of comforting his father. |
A.Funny. | B.Creative. | C.Generous. | D.Caring. |
【推荐2】Whenever he can, 15-year-old Elliot Morgan practices basketball in his backyard. He says it’s a good stress-reliever. But it wasn’t that long ago that he didn’t have time for this new hobby. “There were times in the summer when I would spend four or five hours a day on my phone,” he says. When school started in the fall, Morgan found himself scrolling (划屏) as soon as he woke up. “I realize I start to avoid workouts because I’m on my phone,” he says. “It’s affecting my focus.”
It has become clear that social media is a key player in many drivers of unhealthy habits. Social media apps are designed to encourage overuse, and teenagers are more likely to be influenced because their brains are at an important period of development that makes it harder to be free from temptation (诱惑). All of this makes limiting use more challenging — even for families who set rules.
“It’s a really big problem,” says Elliot’s mom, Alyssa. She was shocked when she discovered Elliot had bypassed parental controls and was spending five hours a day on social media. “I asked him, ‘Can you just take a look and see? Just tell me what you think. Does this feel good to you?’” she says.
Elliot hadn’t realized how many hours he was on social media. And he was at a loss. With his mother’s help, he tried to start cutting back. After several months, he decided to delete (删除) social media apps altogether. “After that, I actually sleep enough and feel better,” he says. He’s now closer with his friends because they spend more time talking instead of scrolling. And joining school clubs has also helped him reduce time on his phone.
1. What can we learn about Elliot from the first paragraph?A.He is always late for class. | B.He used to work out early. |
C.He likes football at school. | D.He lost himself in his phone. |
A.They tend to develop bad habits. | B.They will take up more challenges. |
C.They can improve reading skills. | D.They find it hard to make friends. |
A.Uncaring. | B.Positive. | C.Doubtful. | D.Unclear. |
A.Lonely. | B.Simple. | C.Enjoyable. | D.Difficult. |
【推荐3】I went to the dark end of the warehouse and pressed my forehead against the wall, thinking again if this was the way for the rest of my life: working on a brainless, low-paying, dead-end job after two years out of school. I was sleepless again that night.
The next morning, I found several new guys on the job — temporary workers obviously. One of them caught my eye. He was older than the others and wearing a uniform: smartly pressed trousers and a work shirt, complete with his name, Jim, embroidered (刺绣) on the pocket.
I watched him all that day and the rest of the days he worked with us. He was never late or early. He worked at a steady, unhurried pace. He was friendly to everyone he worked with, and the other workers liked him, too. He didn’t try to show anybody up. He did what was asked of him, no more, no less. He didn’t gossip or complain or argue. He just did the job — common labor —with more personal dignity. His attitude and every action showed that he was a professional. Labor might be common; he wasn’t.
When the temporary work was finished, Jim left for another job, but the impression he made on me didn’t. I started setting my own standards. I worked like a businessman fulfilling a contract just the way Jim had done. To my surprise, the managers noticed my new productivity and promoted me. A few years later, I promoted myself to a better-paying job with a different company. And so it went. Eventually, many companies and many years later, I started a business of my own.
Whatever success I’ve had has been the result of hard work and good luck, but I think the biggest part of my luck was the lesson I learned from Jim so long ago. Respect doesn’t come from the kind of work you do; it comes from the way you do the work.
1. What made the author sleepless that particular night?A.He worried about his future. | B.He was in need of money. |
C.He hurt his forehead at work. | D.He was asked to return to school. |
A.Jim’s appearance. | B.Jim’s professionalism. |
C.Jim’s leadership. | D.Jim’s talkativeness. |
A.Setting personal standards is the sure key to one’s promotion. |
B.Hard work and good luck lead to career development. |
C.Choosing the right job is the first step to success. |
D.One’s way of doing his work matters most. |