You can learn a lot sitting in a parking lot. The other day I was sitting in my car with my sons reading a book while my daughter finished grocery shopping. From time to time, I would look up and observe what was going on outside. One of those times I saw a huge, new, bright red, Cadillac SUV pull up in the parking spot beside me. Out of it stepped a well-dressed young woman in high heels. Her face was tight and determined and her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. I watched her as she headed for the store and wondered about her life.
A moment later a 30-year-old station wagon pulled up beside the SUV. It smelled of burning oil and probably didn’t have many months of life left in its engine. Out of it stepped a young mom with 4 little girls all under the age of 12. All were dressed in worn clothes. She gathered them together and they headed to the store laughing and talking all the way.
A while later I saw the Cadillac lady coming out, pushing a cart filled with a new television set. She threw it in the back and pulled out quickly, her eyes still hidden, her face still frowning. Fifteen minutes after her the station wagon mom emerged with her little girls. They had a week’s worth of groceries in their cart. After unloading it, the mom took out two pieces of cookies, broke both in half, and gave each girl a half of cookie. They smiled like it was the most priceless gift in the world. As they pulled out I thought about the two women. I clearly knew which one had the most money, but I wasn’t sure which one really had the most.
In this life there are many kinds of riches but the most valuable one of all is love. The truth is the one who loves the most: learns the most, lives the most, gives the most, and grows the most in this life. It is the real riches of this life.
1. What was the station wagon like? (no more than 5 words)2. What does the underlined word in Paragraph 3 probably mean? (1 word)
3. What caused the author to think about the real riches? (no more than 15 words)
4. What’s the author’s main purpose in writing the text? (no more than 10 words)
5. What are the real riches in your life? Please explain. (no more than 20 words)
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【推荐1】A few months back, I read a poem about winter created by AI (Artificial Intelligence). It was lovely and even moved me. What a strange thing it is, I thought, to be moved by something that in and of itself cannot be or feel moved. And then I felt a little sick, mainly because something had started snaking through my body quickly. Am I going to be out of a job? Is this writing thing going to be over?
As those questions arrived, I did what I always do — a walk. I busied myself with a pace fast enough to ignore the feeling, and then I released the hounds (猎犬) — the pack of tireless, 2-year-old, yellow dogs living in my head. I removed their leashes (皮带), setting them free on the problem; they went back and forth with a series of what- if tennis balls for 90 minutes. Finally, I arrived home physically and mentally exhausted with a clear answer and new career options to save me from this coming robbery.
When I recovered, I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at my desk in front of a blank page, one that was staring back up at me, begging me for something. I dropped the panic, and I dropped the hounds. I dropped all the way into my body so as to fumble (探寻) around in the unknown of myself, searching for tiny seeds of beauty, and for a piece of soil rich enough to plant the seeds so I could feel an aliveness, any aliveness, growing, cracking, and rooting within me.
And in this case arose the question: Why do I write? What if I write to face my humanity and that of others? What if I write with the entirety of myself — my mental, emotional, and physical bodies? AI can’t touch me. I don’t know who or precisely what will hire me, but I’ll release the hounds on that one tomorrow. But, for now, I shall write.
1. What can we learn about the writer from the first paragraph?A.He was panicked by the poem. | B.He thought highly of technology. |
C.He had mixed feelings about AI. | D.He was sick of the job of writing. |
A.He took a walk to avoid them. | B.He went hunting in the wild. |
C.He played catch with his dogs. | D.He gave them deep thought. |
A.It conveys no beauty. | B.It lacks soul. | C.It can’t process data. | D.It’s not creative. |
A.Rescuing Writers from AI | B.Will AI Steal My Job? |
C.Ready for AI Storms? | D.Writers vs AI Writing |
【推荐2】Rachel’s artwork had been accepted into an internationally famous art exhibition after she had experienced many years of rejection and lack of recognition. After receiving the news, I could hardly contain myself and decided to celebrate it with her immediately. I took my handbag quickly and raced to the garage. Then I pulled the car door open, jumped into the driver’s seat, and shut the car door. I started the car and pedaled (踩踏板) to the metal. I was eager to go!
I was backing up, backing up when I heard and felt a BOOM! I looked around and realized that I didn’t press the button to open the garage doors first and blew out the garage door panels (嵌板)! I jumped out of the car and felt relieved to discover that I was able to push the panels back into the garage doors so they looked normal. I covered up the scene, got back into my car, and left for Rachel’s home.
That evening, my teenage son had been playing a game of solo catch to which, in the past, I wouldn’t agree, for the ball made some ugly dents (凹痕) on the garage doors. But this time when he threw the ball against one of the garage doors, he didn’t just dent the door—he demolished it!
He called me, “Mom, I’m so sorry. I know you told me not to play ball against the garage doors. I didn’t think I would break them, though.” Though I had wanted to let my son take the blame to teach him a lesson, I couldn’t do it. Besides, he wasn’t the only one who Iearned a lesson that day.
1. What can we infer about the writer from paragraph 1?A.She felt excited. | B.She couldn’t drive. |
C.She was rejected. | D.She became famous. |
A.She could repair the door all by herself. | B.She could make the door appear normal. |
C.She was lucky not to knock into the door. | D.She pressed the button and opened the door. |
A.Painted. | B.Repaired. | C.Destroyed. | D.Removed. |
A.Rules of Driving a Car | B.A Trouble My Son Caused |
C.A Hard Road to Learning Art | D.Lessons from a Garage Door |
【推荐3】While I was in 9th grade, I built a circuit (电路装置) for the traffic system of our city. After getting the first prize, I got this valuable advice from my father; “Do whatever interests you, and don’t let the work challenge you, make sure you are challenging that work.”
I have always preferred the projects which are challenging and related to real life problems. I clearly remember building a shipping program several years ago. I divided the whole project into several small sections. When I understood it clearly, used my brainstorming skill on it, and gave some basic ideas. Then I asked my professor for help before jumping into coding (编码). At first, I did not know how to ask questions correctly and always asked the question “How do I do it?” As I kept working and discussed with my professor, I became more comfortable and those “how ”questions soon turned into “what if I do this and that” types of questions.
It took me four days to write the code. The desire to solve the problem kept me sleepless all nights brainstorming in even greater details. Every time I saw my program running smoothly, I exploded with joy. I still remember the last day of my work. I was getting some problem and didn’t know what to do. At that moment, a man came in to clean. He has headphones, and he was dancing while cleaning the room. Seeing this, I burst out laughing. That moment calmed me. I regained energy and interest and started to work again, and soon I fixed the problem.
My success in the project proved that breaking up a large problem into small parts could help find a possible solution. Discussing the problem with others was also very beneficial. Now I have gained the confidence to attempt any kind of project.
1. According to the passage, the writer was interested in ________.A.developing traffic systems |
B.doing challenging projects |
C.winning great prizes |
D.writing different codes |
A.he had no clear idea about his program |
B.he was too shy to express himself |
C.he wanted to he understood easily |
D.he preferred this kind of question |
A.would benefit people a lot |
B.was done together with others |
C.was difficult and needed patience |
D.cost much money and energy |
A.Do It Yourself |
B.No Pains, No Gains |
C.Learning with interest |
D.Practice Makes Perfect |
【推荐1】Every summer he came to our village on his cycle. The cycle was full of coconuts and on the handle was his small red money purse and the knife that he used to cut the coconuts. He was known for his toothless smile that tended to turn into a slight laugh.
He often announced the arrival of summer by standing under our village’s Gulmohar tree. During the first touch of summer, red flowers fell on the ground and welcomed him to out village; soon the red flowers turned into long sword-like fruits which hung above his head as he cut the coconuts.
He never ate anything except paan (a kind of leaf), which he always could be seen chewing, and he just sat under the tree until someone approached him. Then, he would choose the best coconut, and with expert skill, carve it so that the person could drink the satisfying liquid.
Nowadays, he doesn’t do much business. Kids no longer care for coconut water; they want soft drinks. I know his weak body will fail him in the coming years. He will not visit our village, and with him, all my memories of summer will disappear. No one will miss him apart from the Gulmohar tree, his only friend.
My friends and I have stayed in the same village our whole life. Now, in our mid-thirties, we don’t have time to talk about our childhood and the life beyond the chains of society.
I’ve made up my mind. Tomorrow I will talk with him. I will listen to him and preserve him in my memory. I will tell him how important he was for me, how he defined summer for me, and, during every summer, how he nurtured (滋养) me with the coconut water, which was filled with his love. I will take in his smile one last time — a remembrance of my childhood innocence. I will hug him until my tears mix with his.
1. Where did the coconut seller put the knife used to cut the coconuts?A.Under the Gulmohar tree. | B.In the pocket. |
C.In the front of his bike. | D.In his red money purse. |
A.outgoing and kind | B.helpful and talkative |
C.determined and brave | D.silent and skilled |
A.Children don’t have a taste for coconut water. |
B.He will move to our village soon. |
C.His weak body has failed him during the past years. |
D.Everyone will miss him besides the Gulmohar tree, his best friend. |
A.He will buy the coconut water as before. | B.He will express his gratitude to the seller. |
C.He will talk about the seller with others. | D.He will forget all his memories of summer. |
【推荐2】Allan Guei, 18, was a star basketball player at Compton High School in the Los Angeles area before he graduated last month. His good grades made him eligible for an unusual competition: A free-throw contest in the Compton High gymnasium. The top prize: $40,000 in scholarship money.
Guei, whose parents immigrated to the United States from the Ivory Coast, knew how much that financial aid could mean for his family. He was also feeling a fair share of pressure as students and teachers crushed into the gym to watch Guei and seven other randomly compete against each other.
Guei won the free-throw contest by one basket and netted the $40,000. But it’s what he did next that’s truly astonishing.
In the weeks following the March free-throw competition, Guei learned that he’d scored a full-ride basketball scholarship to California State University---Northridge. NCAA(全国大学生体育协会)rules allowed Guei to accept the athletic scholarship and also keep most of the $40,000 he had won.
But Guei couldn’t stop thinking about the seven talented runners-up from the free-throw contest. They, too, had dreams and very real needs. So, he asked Principal Jesse Jones to make a surprise announcement at Compton High’s graduation ceremony: Geui wanted to donate the $40,000 to the other seven students.
“I’ve already been blessed so much and I know we’re living with a bad economy, so I know this money can really help my classmates,” Guei said in a statement. “It was the right decision.”
Guei elaborated on his decision to give the money away in an interview with ESPN(体育电视网): “I was already well taken care of to go to school, to go to university for free...I felt like they needed it more than I did.”
1. While studying at Compton High School in the Los Angeles area, Allan Guei ______.A.was famous in the United States |
B.made grown-ups feel very worried |
C.took part in a free-throw contest |
D.showed his skills in playing basketball |
A.delighted | B.stressed |
C.relaxed | D.embarrassed |
A.Guei contributed his prize to others. |
B.Guei was thought highly of by Jesse. |
C.Guei kept most of his scholarship. |
D.Guei gained a basketball scholarship. |
A.his family was very wealthy |
B.it was very hard for him to make money |
C.he was luckier than other students |
D.he was always ready to help others. |
A.In a storybook. |
B.In a newspaper. |
C.In a science magazine. |
D.In an advertisement. |
【推荐3】A Chicago woman, Karen Autenrieth, who lost her wedding band nearly 50 years ago was reunited with the ring just in time for Valentine’s Day.
The story began during the winter of 1973. “It was very cold and the snow piled up along the roads,” Karen told the Chicago Tribune. “I had to help each kid climb over the large piles to get into my grandparents' yard. My hands were cold---I didn't have gloves on---and my ring just flew into the snow.” Despite her best efforts, Karen was unable to find the ring.
In February, a Chicago man who lost his own wedding ring posted on Facebook asking if anyone had found it. In the comments section, Sarah Batka, a woman who lives in Autenrieth's grandparents' former home% said she had discovered a wedding ring eight years ago while gardening. It wasn't the man s ring» but it sparked a hunt for the rightful owner.
Two historians---Carol Flynn and Linda Lamberty from the Historical Society---set off to solve the mystery. They used every means to retrace the origin of the ring and finally drew a conclusion that a woman, Karen Autenrieth, whose grandparents had once lived in Batka’s home, was the possible owner.
“The woman was on Facebook. So I asked whether this ring was hers. ’’ Flynn wrote in the post. “She replied—it was hers!”
After connecting, Flynn mailed the ring to Autenrieth, who received the package on Valentine's Day. 44Holy Mary, I can t believe it. Karen told the Chicago Tribune. “Just think I get the ring back after almost 50 years!
1. When did Karen lose her wedding band?A.When she played snow with kids. |
B.When she cleaned the snow on the road. |
C.When she aided kids to get over piles of snow. |
D.When she helped her grandparents do gardening. |
A.Sarah's honest report. | B.Karen’s endless efforts. |
C.A similar case from a man. | D.Flynn and Linda's assistance. |
A.A Special Valentine’s Day |
B.A Woman with a Magic Story |
C.The Return of a Long-lost Ring |
D.The Search for the Rightful Owner |