“She is a girl, not a boy,” my grandfather said, expressing his disappointment. Like most families in China, he believed that his bloodline passes down through the male side. Because of China’s one-child policy, my mother wouldn’t have a second chance to have a boy.
In keeping with the traditional family hierarchy(等级制度), my grandfather had the honor of naming me. He chose Xiǎoxiá which means “early morning light”—the time of my birth. “Xiá also shares the same character as Dānxiá Mountain, referring to the place where I was born.”
But my parents didn’t like the name. They thought it sounded dull and it didn’t resonate with their expectations for me. As the eldest son, my dad performed his right to name me next, naming me Chénshī. The two characters together mean “an early morning poem.” It reflects a saying in China: There is bread and butter in life, but also poems and dreams. But in the Hakka dialect spoken by my family, the name sounded like the phrase for “a floating dead body.”
On the third day after my birth, my mom decided on Shūrán. It stuck. My name means nature, comfort, and harmony. It means to go with the flow. She knew that I, as the only child, would carry the expectations of both sides of our families on my tiny shoulders and it would be difficult not to feel crushed by the weight of those expectations. Like my dad, she hoped that I would be able to freely pursue my dreams. She wanted me to become an independent and strong woman just like her.
A month after I was born, she wrote an acrostic poem about my name and her wishes for me:
A DIARY FOR MY DAUGHTER’S NAME
As an ancestor of the Yellow Emperor
Shuran follows the flow with a clear mind and bright eyes
She will become beautiful and look just like Xī Shí
When she grows up, she will be a great success and do great things
1. What can be inferred about the author’s grandfather?A.Her grandfather is a positive person. |
B.Her grandfather is conventional and traditional. |
C.Her grandfather determines to change his thoughts. |
D.Her grandfather is responsible for Shuran. |
A.Help. | B.Ask. |
C.Match. | D.Recognize. |
A.Because the mother expected her daughter’s life was natural, comfortable and harmonious. |
B.Because the mother hoped that her daughter would be able to freely pursue dreams. |
C.Because the mother wanted her daughter to become independent and strong. |
D.Because the mother knew that her daughter can’t take on her expectations. |
A.Shuran shares the stories behind her own name. |
B.Shuran’s opinions about her own name. |
C.Shuran’s families compete with each other for her own name. |
D.Shuran’s mother is careful about Shuran’s name. |
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【推荐1】One of the most important things that has happened to me occurred long before I was aware of it. As the story goes, I was three days old and Mom was singing “The Name Game” song to me: “Christine Bo-Bean-Banana-Fanna-Fo-Feen.” By day four, I was given a new name ---- Christine-Bo-Bean, or just Bo-Bee to my mother. Now, I am Bo to her and close friends.
Why is this nickname(昵称)so important to me? I once read a book with a passage about True Names which explains that when a person’s true name is spoken, she has a distinct aura(光环)around her. Although I have been Bo to my mother all my life, I recently discovered that my true name is not on my birth certificate; it’s the name that is as unique and memorable as I am.
People usually know me as Christine. They still see me as a quiet, bookish child. They don’t know who I am now. My most recent hopes, fears, goals, dreams and opinions escape their notice; it is easier to think of me as I was. In their minds, they have a box labeled “Christine” in which I fit neatly, and as Christine, I was content with the perfect packaging.
Those who call me Bo or Bo-Bee really know me. They remember who I was and realize I have changed. Bo is a tight squeeze in the old “Christine” boxes. The Bo I am is ever-changing, ever-growing and ever-learning.
When I was Christine, I was quiet, and easily scared. I feared groups, meeting new people and sharing my opinions. I was more comfortable with a book than my best friend. As Christine, I thought everyone was better than I was.
As Bo, I still love my books, but I want to discuss them. As Bo, my dream is to live where I can experience new things and meet new people. I dream about being alone on a stage lit by a single spotlight; I have that confidence now. I am equal to those I once saw as better than me.
A name shouldn’t make such a difference, but sometimes, when a person finds his or her True Name, they develop a new shine visible to friends, family and especially themselves.
I can’t always be Bo. Sometimes exposing myself is still scary and I feel too nervous; I want to hide in those old boxes. Mostly, however, I am ready for the world. So, just call me Bo.
1. When was the author given a nickname?A.When her Mom sang the song. | B.On the fourth day after she was born. |
C.Seven days after she was born. | D.When she received the old “Christine” box. |
A.The author has to live in the old boxes. |
B.The old boxes are not fit for the author any longer. |
C.They don’t know the author has changed her name. |
D.People usually know the author as Christine but she has changed. |
A.She lacked confidence and preferred to be alone. |
B.She took pleasure in finding new things. |
C.She loved reading and sharing books with friends. |
D.She showed no interest in reading. |
A.A Unique Name | B.My True Name |
C.Learning from Names | D.Meaning of Nicknames |
【推荐2】I still remember how a pet mouse was popular among my classmates in Broadbeach State School. One day, my friends and I decided to buy a pet mouse. The pet shopkeeper wouldn’t sell us one until he got our parents’ letter that could show their permission for us to get a pet. So, having the neatest handwriting, I faked one. The store owner quickly saw through my handwriting and asked me to contact my mother to confirm the situation. My trick quickly failed, and it was all messed up.
My mum got very angry and felt that the punishment should fit the crime. Knowing that my writing was poor and always in need of improvement, she made me write letters to a few randomly selected relatives. One of them was my uncle whom I’d only met a few times when I was a kindergartner. I wrote a long letter detailing my life and listing my interests.
My punishment was complete. I forgot about this until I suddenly got a reply from my uncle. “How lovely to hear from you,” he said, and went on to tell me all about his life. He’d love to hear about what subjects at school I enjoyed. And so started a correspondence(信件往来)that went on for several years. He turned out to be the most fascinating man.
Then out of the blue, he died. My mum took the phone call and she was shocked. She deeply regretted it as they had not really spoken for years because of their busy life and workload. I went upstairs and produced a box of letters, the last one being from just a few days before he had passed away. My mum began to read them and knew that although she hadn’t been in touch, I had grown close to him by writing to him, which relieved and calmed her. In fact, I then became close to his wife, whom I also wrote to for many years.
I often think about how that one naughty childhood crime led to such an enriching correspondence that stretched on for many years. It encouraged me to write to lots of other people in fact, and it’s something I keep up with to this day. Besides, receiving a letter is such a lovely surprise. Be bold and write to someone you maybe don’t know that well. Who knows where it will lead?
1. Why did the author’s mum ask him to write a letter to his uncle?A.Because he did something wrong. |
B.Because they hadn’t spoken for years. |
C.Because his uncle wanted to hear from them. |
D.Because he wanted to share his joy of owning a pet. |
A.He ended the correspondence after his uncle passed away. |
B.He found his uncle extremely interesting and attractive. |
C.He was not interested in keeping in contact with his uncle. |
D.His mum kept close contact with his uncle through letters. |
A.Comforted. |
B.Regretful. |
C.Astonished. |
D.Pleased. |
A.We should appreciate something before it’s gone. |
B.Writing letters can be a way to make up for past mistakes. |
C.It’s important to tell the truth and be honest in your writing. |
D.Writing letters has the power of strengthening bonds with others. |
【推荐3】I arrived at my mother’s home for our Monday family dinner. The smells of food flew over from the kitchen. Mother was pulling out quilt (被子) after quilt from the boxes, proudly showing me their beauties. She was preparing for a quilt show at the Elmhurst Church. When we began to fold and put them back into the boxes, I noticed something at the bottom of one box. I pulled it out. “What is this?” I asked.
“Oh?” Mom said, “That’s Mama’s quilt.”
I spread the quilt. It looked as if a group of school children had pieced it together; irregular designs, childish pictures, a crooked line on the right.
“Grandmother made this?” I said, surprised. My grandmother was a master at making quilts. This certainly didn’t look like any of the quilts she had made.
“Yes, right before she died. I brought it home with me last year and made some changes,” she said. “I’m still working on it. See, this is what I’ve done so far.”
I looked at it more closely. She had made straight a crooked line. At the center of the quilt, she had stitched (缝) a piece of cloth with these words: “My mother made many quilts. She didn’t get all lines straight. But I think this is beautiful. I want to see it finished. Her last quilt.”
“Ooh, this is so nice, Mom,” I said. It occurred to me that by completing my grandmother’s quilt, my mother was honoring her own mother. I realized, too, that I held in my hands a family treasure. It started with the loving hands of one woman, and continued with the loving hands of another.
1. Why did the author go to mother’s home?A.To see her mother’s quilts. | B.To help prepare for a show. |
C.To get together for the family dinner. | D.To discuss her grandmother’s life. |
A.the quilt looked very strange | B.her grandmother liked the quilt |
C.the quilt was the best she had seen | D.her mother had made some changes |
A.unfinished | B.broken | C.bent | D.unusual |
A.A Quilt Show | B.Mother’s Home | C.A Monday Dinner | D.Grandmother’s Quilt |
【推荐1】It’s 6 p.m. on a Friday, and rather than heading home after a long workweek, Renee Dixon, a preschool director in Indianapolis, starts her second job as an Uber driver.
The money Dixon earns as a driver does not go into her own pocket. Instead, she uses it to buy holiday gifts and winter clothing for all 50 of her students. “So many families don’t have money to get Christmas presents this year. Some parents have lost their jobs, and others have had their wages cut back,” Dixon said. “A lot of them come from low-income families and are below the poverty line.”
The coronavirus pandemic, she said, has increased the need. “As far as presents go, a lot of these kids are likely to get nothing this year. I know how that feels,” said Dixon. “Being a driver in this special period, I have my own strict rules ,” she said. In her car, mask-wearing is required. Each passenger must sanitize (消毒) their hands upon entering the car, and she uses wipes to clean the back seat and door handles between each ride. Plus, she keeps the windows open a crack to circulate fresh air.
Not only will her efforts bring joy to the children, but the gifts will also lessen the great pressure parents feel at this time. Alongside the money Dixon has earned through driving, several people in the community have donated money or offered to buy gifts for the students, including Eva Cheung. She quickly decided to get involved after hearing about Dixon’s efforts through Dixon’s husband. She said, “You read about people like Renee, but when you are finally able to connect with somebody like that and help fulfill their vision, it’s an amazing feeling.”
“Everything I’m doing is for these kids right now,” Dixon said. “Their world has turned upside down, and it’s no fault of their own. They deserve this from me.”
1. Why did Dixon start her second job as a driver?A.To get gifts for her students. | B.To support poor local workers. |
C.To earn more money for her family. | D.To help people control the new disease. |
A.Speed. | B.Pay. | C.Health. | D.Convenience. |
A.Their parents have required them to study harder. |
B.Their life gets worse due to the pandemic. |
C.They are forced to leave school early. |
D.They have to earn a living by themselves. |
A.caring and independent | B.considerate and modest |
C.gifted and ambitious | D.inspiring and generous |
【推荐2】The Christmas of 1988, my husband and I had four children. Peter was eleven, Leigh-Ann nine, Laura six and Matthew only two. When Santa arrived, Matthew parked himself on Santa’s lap and remained impressed greatly by him for the rest of the evening. Anyone who had their picture taken with Santa that Christmas also had their picture taken with little Matthew.
Little did any of us know how precious those photos with Santa and Matthew would become. Five days after Christmas, our sweet little Matthew died in an accident. When our first Christmas without Matthew approached, it was hard for us to get into the holiday spirit.
Then, on December 13, we were just finishing dinner when we heard a knock on the front door. When we went to answer it, no one was there. On the front porch was a card and gift. The gift-giver just wanted to help us get through a rough time by cheering us up with his or her name unknown, like a fairy.
In the gift bag was a cassette of favorite Christmas music, which was in a little cardboard Christmas tree. We put the cassette in our player and, song by song, the spirit of Christmas began to warm our hearts, and the thoughtfulness of our “fairy,touched our hearts.
That was the beginning of a series of gifts from the clever giver, one for each day until Christmas. Each gift followed the theme of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” in a creative way. The kids especially liked “seven swans a-swimming,” which was a basket of swan-shaped soaps plus passes to the local swimming pool. “Eight maids a-milking” included eight bottles of chocolate milk in glass bottles with paper faces. Every day was something very special.
The ingenuity and thoughtfulness shocked us as we enjoyed each surprise. We were so caught up in the excitement and curiosity of what would possibly come next, that our grief didn’t have much of a chance to rob us of the spirit of Christmas. What our fairy did was absolutely miraculous.
We give thanks for our fairy who was, we finally realized, our very own Christmas angel. We never did find out who it was, although we have our guess. We actually prefer to keep it that way.
1. The photos taken with little Mathew became valued because __A.Mathew is the youngest child of our family |
B.they are the photos taken on Christmas Eve |
C.Mathew seated himself on Santa’s legs |
D.we lost Mathew five days after the Christmas of 1988 |
A.“Seven Swans a-swimming” was a soap with swans coined. |
B.We received 12 gifts before the very first Christmas without Mathew. |
C.We were still in no mood for preparing for Christmas with a cassette. |
D.It was Santa who secretly sent us the unexpected gifts. |
A.delicacy | B.responsibility | C.originality | D.attraction |
A.Mathew’s Present. | B.An Angel among Us. |
C.Christmas Day. | D.Five Golden Rings. |
【推荐3】Two weeks before the Spring Festival, I lost my job.
As a single parent, my paycheck was survival. I did everything I could to give my daughter Kristil a good life, but there were some things my love couldn’t fix. The next day as we did Spring Festival shopping, I struggled to be cheerful as I eyed the prices.
Monday morning, I set off on my moneymaking pursuits. First, I headed to the pawnshop (当铺) to sell a ring that my mother had given me a decade earlier. Next was the antiques store. I sold six Precious Moments statues for $150.
On day back home, I felt as if the world was closing in on me. Then the doorbell rang. It was my old professor, Esther Heffernan. “I tried to call but couldn’t get through. Then I called your job and they said you weren’t working there anymore, so I thought I would come by, ” She said. “I have gifts for you and Kristil.” Then she kissed me on the cheek. I walked her to her car and waved as she left.
I hadn’t seen her since we’d met for lunch two months ago. I’d first met Esther 10 years earlier, when I was her student at College. Kristil was 3 at the time, and I sometimes took her to class. Esther was always understanding and would bring coloring books to occupy Kristil.
When I opened her card, I gasped in shock. Hundred-dollar bills inside. Tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes. Esther had given me $1,000.
It has been 14 years since that day, but I’ve never forgotten what Esther did for us. In 2020, at age 91, Esther died, but the love she gave during her life lives on in the hearts of many. I am lucky to be one of them.
1. What did the author do to make money?A.She did several part-time jobs. |
B.She asked Professor Esther for help. |
C.She sold some of her valuable stuff. |
D.She borrowed money from her classmates. |
A.Defensive. |
B.Tolerant. |
C.Grateful. |
D.Uncaring. |
A.She got financial support from her family. |
B.She got some heIp from Esther at college. |
C.She got divorced and became a single parent. |
D.She was an excellent student in Esther’s class. |
A.Never Lose Jobs Before the New Year: |
B.Get in Touch with Your Old Friends. |
C.Lend a Hand to Unemployed People. |
D.Kindness Came to a Single Parent. |