At the back of our house there was half a mu of vacant land. “It’s a pity to let it go to waste like that,” Mother said. “Since you are all so fond of peanuts, let us open it up and make it a peanut garden.” At that my brother, sister and I were all delighted and so were the young housemaids. And then some went to buy seeds, some began to dig up the ground and others watered it and, in a couple of months, we had a harvest!
“Let us have a harvest festival tonight to celebrate,” Mother suggested, “and ask Dad to join us for a taste of our fresh peanuts. What do you say?” We all agreed, of course. Mother cooked the peanuts in a variety of styles and told us to go to the garden for the celebration.
The weather was not very good that night but, to our great delight, even Father put in an appearance. “Do you like peanuts?” Father asked.
“Yes!” We all answered eagerly.
“But who can tell me what is good about peanuts?”.
“They taste very delicious,” my sister took the lead.
“They can be made into oil,” my elder brother followed.
“They are inexpensive,” I said. “Almost everyone can afford them and everyone enjoys eating them. I think that's what is good about peanuts.”
“In fact there are quantities of good points of peanuts,” Father said, “but one thing I do appreciate is particularly good about them. Unlike apples, peaches and pomegranates that hang their bright and beautiful fruits up on the branches, attracting your admiration, peanuts lie buried in the soil, waiting until they are ripe before letting people dig them up. And you can't tell whether they bear fruits or not just by their stems above ground.”
We all agreed and Mother nodded her head, too. “So you should try to be like the peanuts,” Father went on, “because they are neither grand nor beautiful, but useful.” “That is what I expect of you all.”
We stayed up late that night, eating all the peanuts Mother had cooked for us. But Father's words remained rooted in my mind till this day.
1. How many good points about peanuts are mentioned in this passage?A.2. | B.3. | C.4. | D.5. |
A.To plant peanuts. | B.To hold more celebration gatherings. |
C.To show off their abilities. | D.To be useful instead of seeking fame. |
A.By examples. | B.By comparison. | C.By explanation. | D.By pictures. |
A.The family was too poor to afford other fruits. | B.Father seldom joined them in such activities. |
C.Father didn't like eating apples or peaches. | D.The peanuts are too shy to show their fruits. |
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【推荐1】As a working mother, my years passed without time for relaxing. The kids have been out of the nest, and I have been retired. Now I could take some time for ME!
Meditation was the first to come and go. I never fully understood how to shut my mind off. I always felt like I was just waiting for it to end. Next, I tried “Teatime as Me Time.”
Many other me-time experiments left me wanting less of them, not more. I felt like a failure at this me-time thing. I could spend the whole morning watching the big, fuzzy bees in my garden. In those moments, time stood still.
Maybe the experts had this me-time thing all wrong, and it had little to do with “me” or “time” as I was defining it. Perhaps we are too concerned with how we spend our time instead of enjoying the nothingness of simply being. Instead of viewing it as a hesitation between activities, we can shift our awareness into welcoming timelessness.
A.Taking the focus off myself was a relief. |
B.Of course, there were many possibilities. |
C.At first, I was very enthusiastic about this. |
D.So, I eventually crossed these ideas off my list. |
E.Sitting around feeling special doesn't feel special to me. |
F.I still value all those busy years but I know I should learn to relax. |
G.Witnessing simple moments of nature re-centered my soul better than anything else. |
【推荐2】Almost everyone labels me an optimist. But even optimists can temporarily lose hope. This was the case for me on a particularly cold and gloomy January day. I felt depressed by the painful challenges I was dealing with in my personal life. Marriage, health, and financial struggles had joined forces to create a tornado of emotion that threatened to crush my spirit. I felt angry. The weather seemed to reflect my mood — the gray sky blocked even a single ray of sunlight.
About midway through the day, I left work to get some lunch. Still feeling negative, I noticed that the sun had come out for a brief moment. I began to think about my negative attitude and remind myself that I was responsible for choosing my state of mind. Even as I consciously reminded myself of this truth, I felt incapable of making the shift.
As I stopped at a red light, I looked at the car directly in front of mine. The personalized license plate caught my eye — it read “Sunout”. This brought an immediate smile to my face. It felt like a reminder that the sun was shining after all. But then my eyes moved to the car that was perfectly parallel to the Sunout vehicle. The license plate on that car read “Complainer”. This brought more than a smile to my face as I laughed out loudly! Seeing the two very opposite license plates at that exact moment in time, I felt my spirits and mood lift as I made the conscious decision to choose a positive attitude.
I shared my story with several co-workers who responded with warm laughter. I learned that day that when we are feeling too discouraged to bring ourselves out of a state of negativity, relief is just near!
1. What can we infer from Paragraph 1?A.The writer had problems at school. |
B.The writer was going to be laid off. |
C.The writer was in low spirits that day. |
D.The writer couldn’t meet the work challenges. |
A.Changing her job. | B.Moving her car. |
C.Making a choice. | D.Changing her mood. |
A.Because they helped her make an informed choice. |
B.Because they showed personality of car owners. |
C.Because they were what she was looking for. |
D.Because they reflected the truth of life. |
A.Time waits for no man. | B.Life is just like a mirror. |
C.Great minds think alike. | D.Laughter is the best medicine. |
【推荐3】Last year, things didn’t go well to me. Like many people during the pandemic, my husband Paul, lost his job. I was working, but only part-time. I was worried about money, COVID and our future. That’s when our mailboxes really started getting to me.
I’d never liked our mailboxes much, which was already in rough shape and stood at the end of our long driveway with the paint faded and the metal pole rusted (生锈).
One day, someone had driven into the pole, which was now bent slightly. However, because the boxes could still hold the mails and the postman wasn’t complaining, there was no need to replace them. But every time I saw them lately, they reminded me of all the problems in my life.
“Lord, I wish we had better mailboxes,” I found myself thinking one day on my way to work. It was more of a passing thought than a prayer. I probably would have forgotten all about it if it were not for the news we got the next morning.
“Our neighbor just sent a message,” Paul said. “A girl drove her car right into the mailboxes, completely breaking them down.”
“Is she okay?” I asked.
“She wasn’t hurt, but really upset. Shihiem saw it happen. He said she’s just a teenager. He gave her our number and information.”
“That certainly wasn’t in the budget,” I thought. As much as I wanted new mailboxes, getting them would be expensive.
I glanced out of the window. There was an unfamiliar car at the end of the driveway. It was too far away to see what the driver was doing. Surprisingly, about two hours later I found on the spot where rusted mailboxes had once stood was a solid, white post with new, shiny mailbox sitting on each arm—one black, one white. Paul handed me a note.
“Dear Neighbor, I am so, so sorry I hit y’all’s mailbox. I bought and replaced them with new pretty ones. Again, I am so sorry. Have a wonderful, blessed day!”
The writer had included her phone number and address in case we needed anything else.
We did—we needed to thank her! We also wanted to make sure she hadn’t been injured.
1. Why didn’t the writer replace her mailboxes?
A.She was busy working. | B.The postman liked them. |
C.They could still be used. | D.They reminded her of the difficulties in life. |
A.Clever and beautiful. | B.Hardworking and intelligent. |
C.Talented and friendly. | D.Responsible and considerate. |
A.It’s boring. | B.It’s discouraging. |
C.It’s inspiring. | D.It’s interesting. |
【推荐1】When he looked at me, it was clear my father wasn’t sure who I was. And as I looked back at him, I wasn’t sure who he was, either.
My father had just gone through two heart surgeries and 6 days in intensive care. He’d returned to the hospital where he’d worked for 40 years. It was the hospital where all his children had been born. The doctors said that he may have a long period of confusion after the surgeries. And because he’s eighty-six, it may be many months before he returns to normal. It’s also possible he may never be “normal” again.
I sat there in this hospital room, spoon-feeding the man I’ve seen as powerful and capable all my life. It felt like the full circle of life had come around us. It felt good to support him, yet part of me wanted to tell him to “be normal” again. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to accept the full meaning of it: that my father may never be that powerful and capable person again.
Pain and suffering have visited my family, as it will visit all families. And while we hesitate to face pain and suffering, it has great lessons to teach us. Pain and suffering are well outside of the boundaries of our everyday life. When it comes, it breaks these boundaries and turns our world upside down. We become a family with all of the others who have known pain and suffering. And we have another chance to consider what’s truly important in our lives. This crisis will pass, and we’ll all be changed by it. The healing hands of time will do their work. I’m thankful that I’ve told my father everything I’ve wanted to say to him. And I’m thankful to have my family to lean on during this difficult time. We’ll all be challenged by this to show more support, care, and Jove.
This is as it should be. Sometimes, it takes a crisis to remind us of why we’re all here.
1. What do we know about the writer’s father from the passage?A.He will recover from his illness soon. |
B.He has been lying in bed for 40 years. |
C.He used to be a powerful and capable man. |
D.He didn’t know the author after 2 head surgeries. |
A.Grateful. | B.Inspired |
C.Exhausted. | D.Sorrowful. |
A.Life is fragile than expected. |
B.Something nice weighs light. |
C.Pain and suffering often go hand in hand. |
D.We should treat the old in an abnormal way. |
A.Pain and suffering are bound to pass. |
B.Pain and suffering bring us beneficial experiences. |
C.We cannot always avoid facing pain and suffering. |
D.We will not eventually be defeated by pain and suffering. |
This year, my boys will be in two different states on Mother's Day. My mom and dad will be away together, and I'11 be driving home from a writer's workshop in Massachusetts. Thinking of the fact that many friends have already lost their mothers and that a few have lost children, I am deeply grateful that what separates us, for now at least, is merely distance. It won't always be so, and there is no way to prepare for that fact other than to appreciate the moment that is. My sons know that they can please me on Sunday with a phone call or an e-mail, and that is enough as I love their words. The very best gift they can possibly give me is their own happiness, the very fact of their busy. full and well-lived lives.
Still, knowing that my years of staying with my sons are over, I do Feel doleful. The truth is, I miss being the center of the universe to two little boys. And this holiday can be a bit painful.
I wonder if my own mother ever felt nostalgic ('VTIH WJ) for the passing of my childhood. I wonder if she realizes that she is still at the center of my universe and always has been. I don't often pause to think about it. but of course she is the one who has been right there, at my side from the moment I drew my very first breath. How to ever fully appreciate the woman whose presence and 1ove and example have shaped me into the adult I am? How to describe even a small part of the sharing. sacrificing. and support she has given me over the years?
1. The author mainly wants to tell us through the first paragraph that _____.
A.she hopes to get her son's letters very much |
B.her sons don't often write to her on Mother's Day |
C.Mother's Day is the very date that she longs for most |
D.she is very sorry not to write to her mother often |
A.her sons don't live far away from her home |
B.her parents and children are still alive |
C.her parents are coming to her house to spend Mother's Day |
D.her sons can please her on Sunday with a phone call |
A.young people nowadays tend to ignore their parents |
B.parents should not give their children too much freedom |
C.children's happiness and success are the biggest comfort to parents |
D.parents are not the center of their children's universe when children grow up |
A.sad | B.excited | C.guilty | D.proud |
A.She'll tell the reader about her mother's present situation. |
B.She'll recall how her mother educated and cared for her. |
C.She'll describe the reunion of her family on Mother's Day. |
D.She'll tell the reader about her mother's achievements in her career. |
【推荐3】There was something funny about my shoes. They were blacker than they had been since they were bought. But how could that be?
My first thought was, of course, magic because I knew that I hadn’t done anything to create that shine which was looking so wonderful from the far end of my legs. Then, I called out to my wife, Anita. “Honey, thanks for shining my shoes! They look great! I was thinking I needed to get some new black shoes, but now.” “I didn’t shine your black shoes.” Anita said. “I didn’t shine your brown shoes, either.” Wait a second. My brown shoes? I looked in the closet. A bright glow from the darkest corner confirmed Anita’s report. I paused for a second or two. “So really, thanks,” I said to Anita. “But I didn’t shine them,” she said.
I looked at her searching for any signs of telling lies. Anita certainly won’t lie, hut she will do a bit in the interest of sumething she considera a greater good — like a good joke, for example. Or a secret act of service. “So if you didn’t shine them,” I asked, “who did?” She smiled the confident, sel-satisfied smile.
So I immediately thought of Beth, my youngest daughter who lives close enough to be able to drop by when I wasn’t home to shine my shoes. But her response to my questions forced me to decide that it wasn’t Beth. Who was it?
To be honest, I still don’t know for sure. That’s the way it is with unknown acts of service. I love my shiny shoes. They are finally going to get dirty again. But the memory of those shiny shoes will remain with me, warming my heart forever, and inspiring me to fast acts of kindness of my own.
1. The fact that the writer’s shoes were blacker made him felt very ________.A.sad | B.angry | C.surprised | D.disappointed |
A.He didn’t like the behavior. | B.He was really puzzled. |
C.He was moved and felt thankful. | D.He liked his shoes much. |
A.Because she was likely to visit here. | B.Because she often shone his shoes. |
C.Because she was their only child. | D.Because she was easy to help others. |
A.My Shining Black Shoes | B.Fast Acts of Kiudness |
C.Who Shone My Shoes? | D.A Confident Smile |
【推荐1】Rayyan was a 16-year-old student in Grade Ten. By nature, he was proud and considered himself a know-it-all. He always kept himself updated with the latest and firmly believed that he knew everything, but his parents’ faces always reflected sadness to Rayan’s behavior.
“I want to ride a motorcycle! My friend Hans came to school today on his new motorbike that his father gave him on his birthday. I want a bike too!” Rayyan put forward his demand abruptly.
Rayyan appeared quite stubborn to get a motorcycle at any condition. Rayyan’s demand troubled his mother the whole night and she decided to have a calm discussion with him about the matter the next day.
After preparing his favorite dish of chicken, Rayyan’s mother sat in the sofa waiting for her son to come back from school. The doorbell rang and as she pulled the door open, she was shocked to see that Rayyan’s hand and foot were bleeding.
“Are you okay, my dear?” his mother asked as she held his hand. Rayyan lay down in the sofa, staring at the ceiling out of guilt and embarrassment, unable to answer her.
After a few seconds, he put his arms around his mother and started to cry. “Maa... I am sorry! I am really sory, Maa…,” he wept and told his mother about the accident that took place when he rode his friend’s motorbike after school. He had been determined to show his mother that he was old enough to ride a bike.
“I know… I know, my dear son,” she said with a smile on her face, wiping Rayyan’s tears. Rayyan hugged his mother tightly, his weepy eyes reflecting the promise to begin a new and disciplined chapter of his life.
1. What troubled Rayyan’s mother the entire night?A.Rayyan’s guilt and regret. | B.Rayyan’s know-it-all attiude. |
C.Rayyan’s bleeding foot and head. | D.Rayyan’s demand for a motorbike. |
A.He enjoyed adventures. | B.He desired to show off. |
C.He hoped to prove he can manage it. | D.He determined to arrive home earlier. |
A.Experience is the mother of wisdom. | B.It’s never to late to mend your way. |
C.A loving mother might spoil her son. | D.Pride goes before; failure comes after |
One night in the 1990s, we tidied up wrapping paper and toys while the lighted menorah stood on the kitchen table. When we were not there, as the many-colored candles broke, our long-haired black-and-white cat, Ladybug, jumped onto the kitchen table and brushed past them.
"Do you smell something?" asked my husband, Donny. "Is something burning?" asked Molly, our oldest, age ten.
It was Ladybug! The fur on her left side had been burnt. She wasn't hurt, but she wore an upset expression all evening, and for the rest of the week she hid whenever we began chanting the Hebrew(希伯来语)blessings over the candles. "
The following year, for fifth-grade homework about family traditions, Molly wrote about Ladybug's story with the Hanukkah candles. The teacher, Lynn Fink, a sporty and funny woman, enjoyed Molly's story and gave it an A.
Three years later, Seth got Ms. Fink for fifth grade. He also worked the burnt cat fur into a writing assignment, and he, too, got an A.
Our son Lee, three years later: the same teacher, the same story, the same A. We had no idea these retellings were piling up.
The year Lily got Ms. Fink for fifth grade, she also felt inspired to write down what happened that night. By now, we were very fond of Ms. Fink. We invited her to join us for a night of Hanukkah. It was her first time to experience the Jewish holiday. Happily, she ate her potato pancakes. Gamely, she spun the dreidel. Delightedly, she opened the small gift of home-made cookies the children had prepared for her. As the evening seemed to be winding down, she clapped her hands, rubbed them together as if before a big dinner, and said excitedly," So! When do we torch the cat?"
1. What happened to Ladybug when the family celebrated Hanukkah that year?
A.She was seriously hurt that night. |
B.She broke the candles on the menorah. |
C.She had some of her fur burnt. |
D.She got a surprising present from the family. |
A.Hanukkah lasts for only one night. |
B.The writer has at least four children. |
C.The family saw Ladybug jump onto the kitchen table that night. |
D.Frying potato pancakes is not a tradition to celebrate Hanukkah. |
A.It's easy to be wise after the event. |
B.Where there is a will, there is a way. |
C.He that falls today may be up again tomorrow. |
D.Once bitten, twice shy. |
A.forgot the story of Ladybug |
B.came to the writer's home unexpectedly |
C.knew all the traditions of Hanukkah well |
D.thought people would torch the cat to celebrate Hanukkah |
【推荐3】I'd like to share a little story with you about something that happened when I was four, remember it clearly. Our loving family dog was nearing the end of his life. My father picked him up and put him in a little bed we had made for him. Our dog, my companion. whom we had cared for, bit my father when he attempted to help him. How could he? Why? I couldn't understand it. I didn't like him anymore.
I hadn't thought about that story for a long time but something that happened last week brought it back to me. I went to speak with a friend. When I knocked on the door, I met in an instant an angry look and a few harsh(尖刻的) words. When the door was skimmed(砰地关上) in my face, I stood there shocked, and in a rush, I was reminded of my dog which bit my father 20 years ago or so.
What brought that story back was that same feeling of betrayal.
Both stories taught me something the next day. You see, when I got up in the morning and was told my dog had died, it became clear to me that he must have been in great pain. For him to have bitten a family member, he could not have been himself. Much the same for the other story when I learned that my friend's wife had just left him.
We are all beings of our environments, our opinions and feelings. And all of those things can cause you to say and do things that can't be understood by those who are not in the same situation with you.
If you meet someone either behaving out of character or acting in a way that doesn't seem to fit the situation, be patient when you think it is least possible for him to do so and try to get to know why he had such behaviour.
1. What's the influence of the incident that happened when he was four?A.It hurt his father's feeling deeply. | B.It has puzzled the author ever since. |
C.It left a deep impression on the author. | D.It made the author dislike dogs. |
A.The photo of the dog, | B.His friend's attitude. |
C.His father's wound. | D.His friend’s suffering. |
A.Because he was bad-tempered. |
B.Because they once quarreled and lie couldn't forgive the author. |
C.Because he was bothered by an unexpected visit. |
D.Because he was suffering the pain of losing his wife. |
A.Misunderstanding should be removed in time. |
B.Sometimes one will be hurt without any reason. |
C.Many people think more of themselves and less of others. |
D.Many factors will affect one's behavior. |
A.Learn to understand others. | B.Look before you leap. |
C.Help those in need. | D.Tolerance is a kind of virtue. |