The bus was full of the sounds of laughing and yelling fifth graders. They were on their way to the zoo for a class trip. Mario was excited to see the zoo, but there was one problem. It was ten o’clock in the morning, but his stomach was already grumbling (咕咕叫). He reached down and grabbed his lunch bag. Opening it, he saw that it contained a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an orange, and two cookies. Mario sighed. He always had peanut butter and jelly.
“Trade you lunches,” he said to the boy seated next to him on the bus.
“Okay,” said Mark as he handed his brown bag to Mario.
Mario opened it and was hit with the smell of tuna. Mario wrinkled his nose and quickly closed the bag. He leaned forward and tapped the shoulder of the girl in front of him. “Swap lunches, Toni?” he asked.
“Hmm, okay,” said Toni.
Mario smiled. This was fun. But when he looked into the bag, he frowned. What a disappointment! A ham sandwich, but no cookies! He had to have cookies.
Mario turned in his seat. “Want to trade lunches?” he asked Juana.
“Definitely!” said Juana. She grabbed his lunch and tossed hers onto his lap.
He opened the lunch bag. Pizza! He reached into the bag to grab it. Oh, no! The pizza was hard. He could hit a home run with pizza that hard.
Mario twisted in his seat. One last try, he told himself. “Hey, Mona! Trade lunches?”
Three rows behind him, Mona seemed hesitant: Finally, she nodded. She passed her lunch forward, and he passed his back.
Mario took a deep breath and opened the bag. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an orange, and two cookies. The sandwich was a little squashed (挤压), and one of the cookies was broken.
Mario ate it anyway. And it was delicious.
1. Why did Mario trade lunches so many times?A.Each lunch he received was dissatisfying. |
B.His curiosity was aroused with each trade. |
C.He needed something interesting to kill time. |
D.He preferred more food to settle his stomach. |
A.left-over food | B.a baseball bat | C.home-made bread | D.a difficult game |
A.Friends are there when you need them. |
B.You should be content with what you have. |
C.If you want something done right, do it yourself. |
D.There is always something better around the comer. |
A.A Class Trip | B.Mario’s Funny Trick |
C.A Lunch Trade | D.Mario’s Favorite Food |
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【推荐1】Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher? I do. Her name was Mrs. White. I don’t remember much about what we learned in her class, but my mother once told me we used to write a lot. And I would bring back what I wrote and she would see there were so many mistakes. But no red corrections. And always a star. Sometimes even a Good! That would make my heart soar with happiness. But it worried my mother, so when she went to meet Mrs. White for one of those Parent-Teacher meetings, she asked her why she never corrected my mistakes, why she never red-pencilled in the right spellings of words or pointed out grammatical errors.
Mrs. White explained the children were just beginning to get excited about using words, about forming sentences. She didn’t want to dampen that enthusiasm with red ink. Spelling and grammar could wait. The wonder of words wouldn’t ... And maybe she didn’t say it exactly like that, but I grew up learning to use words with loving confidence like that.
I look back now and think she must have been a rather extraordinary teacher—to allow the joy, wonder and excitement of expression to flower—however faultily like that.
I used to misspell “beautiful” a lot. Never could I quite remember that the “e” went before the “a”. Eventually the e’s and a’s settled into their right places of their own accord. I’m glad I didn’t wait on them though. Pretty is easier to spell but it doesn’t hold as much as you mean sometimes.
And thanks to Mrs. White, I had no qualms about writing what I meant even if I couldn’t quite spell it out. Because Life isn’t Pretty. It’s Beautiful.
1. How did the mother react to Mrs. White’s teaching method?A.She paid no attention. | B.She tried to correct it. |
C.She quarreled with her. | D.She went to consult her. |
A.She wanted parents to help the students. |
B.She thought it was difficult to correct them. |
C.She hoped to develop students’ confidence. |
D.She wanted to strengthen teacher-student relationship. |
A.Relaxation | B.Concern |
C.Patience | D.Ambition. |
A.Life Is Beautiful | B.No Pains, No Gains |
C.Practice Makes Perfect | D.Spelling Is Important |
【推荐2】Success in high school is often a stepping stone to a bigger success in life.
Find successful friends. Students who make friends with those who do well in school will improve their grades too.
Reduce stress. Stress causes you to become tired. Furthermore, stress can also affect your overall health. By learning to deal with stress in high school you will acquire a life-long habit of keeping your stress level low. Stress reduction activities may include dances, walking and relaxation.
Manage your time. Time is the most important resource people have. Make sure you use it well. Focus on what's really important—your study and some exercise for your body.
A.Sports, music and performing arts also work for many people. |
B.Taking notes is another way that can help. |
C.Besides, try to make full use of your spare time to reach your goal. |
D.Forming good habits is very important for each high school student. |
E.This will happen as a result of greater competition between them. |
F.Having a hobby is fine, as long as it doesn't take up too much of your time. |
G.If you want to enter college or university, it is necessary for you to study hard. |
【推荐3】There was once a professor of medicine, who was very strict with the students. Whenever he took the chair on the exam committee (担任考试委员会主席), the students would be in fear, because he was seldom pleased with the answers they gave. A student would be lucky enough if he or she could receive a good mark from him. At the end of the term, the students of medicine would take their exam again. Now a student entered the exam room and got seated before the committee. This student was a little nervous as he knew it would not be so easy to get through the exam at all.
The professor began to ask. The student was required to describe a certain illness, his description of which turned out to be OK.
Then the professor asked about the cure (药剂) for illness, and the student, too, answered just as right.
“Good,” said the professor, “and how much will you give the patient?”
“A full spoon”, answered the student.
“Now you may go out and wait for what you can get”, said the professor. At the same time, the committee discussed carefully the answers the student had given. Suddenly the student noticed that there was something wrong with his last answer. “A full spoon is too much,” he thought to himself. Anxiously he opened the door of the room and cried, “Mr. Professor, I’ve made a mistake! A full spoon is too much for a patient. He can take only five drops.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” said the professor coldly, “But it’s too late. Your patient has died.”
1. The students were afraid of the professor because .A.they often angered and disappointed him |
B.their answers often astonished him |
C.their answers seldom satisfied him |
D.he often misunderstood them and gave them bad marks |
A.not correct | B.not satisfied |
C.completely discouraging | D.accepted |
A.he had passed the exam, and the only thing was to wait for the mark |
B.his last answer was satisfying |
C.he had made a mistake |
D.he had not done well in the exam |
A.The patient will be in danger if he’s taken as much as a full spoon. |
B.The doctor will be in trouble if he’s given the patient a full spoon. |
C.Since one spoon is less than five drops, the patient will be all right soon if he takes only one full spoon at a time. |
D.If the patient wants to remain safe, he should take no more than five drops at a time. |
【推荐1】My mother was never truly happy in Connecticut finding the winter bitter cold and the culture provincial (偏狭的). Though she grew up in New Jersey, she moved to San Francisco in her early twenties, met and married my dad out there. After I was born, they decided to return east, closer to their own parents. But she never let go of her love for the Bay Area.
California was always part of the conversation when I was a kid. I ate meals off a map-of-the-world placemat (餐垫), and Mom taught me to identify San Francisco before I learned where Hartford was. She told us stories of perfection on a single city, fantasizing about retiring out west. My dad would play along, but his heart wasn’t in the same place.
While my mother’s status in the nonprofit world advanced, her desire to move back to her favorite place grew strong. She applied for jobs in the Bay, underwent bicoastal Skype screenings, even traveled out for a couple of interviews on a whim (心血来潮). Sometimes her cover letters disappeared, other times she made it down to the final two candidates. With each rejection, she promised to make her next job application even stronger.
This past May, I relocated from San Francisco to New York for a job. A few weeks later, Mom called me. Her pursuit had finally paid off. She’s been offered a vice president position at a public health nonprofit in Oakland. A few weeks later, she packed up her baggage and left Connecticut for good.
Our lives are more semblable than ever these days. We’re both discovering our new homes, making friends. We’re looking for a good yoga studio to join, reading the same books and chatting about the plots by text message. I emailed her photos from my trip to Burning Man and she replied with stories about her new coworkers who go every year.
There’s even time for the occasional dating disaster.
Perhaps that’s the paradox (悖论) of growing older. Things will always change, and they can change immediately—my mother is proof. But an individual’s own power to create change always stays the same. Everything can change, and therefore nothing ever really changes.
Now when I’m out west for a visit, Mom meets me at a station with her big bag. We stop by the Grand Lake farmers market, picking out the freshest seasonal ingredients, before hiking up the hill to her new apartment. One of these days, I’ll actually cook her dinner.
1. What can we learn from Paragraph 2?A.The author spent her childhood in California. |
B.The author’s father didn’t want to live in California. |
C.The author’s mother liked to use plates with map designs. |
D.The author’s family preferred listening to stories of the west. |
A.She always likes to struggle on her own. |
B.She owns a public health nonprofit company. |
C.Nothing can stop her from reaching her goal. |
D.She takes everything of her daughter on herself. |
A.Changeable. | B.Comfortable. | C.Similar. | D.Creative. |
A.The relationship between the author and her mother is good. |
B.Everyone has the power to make a difference to his family. |
C.Culture and living conditions have influence on one’s life style. |
D.The author’s mother had a hard time before she looked for a job. |
A.her family’s life changes all the time because of her mother |
B.the mother-daughter feelings will stay the same forever |
C.she has grown up during her family’s constant moves |
D.her mother always wants to change her current situations |
【推荐2】Moments ago, a seal was resting on a piece of floating ice deep in an Antarctic channel. Then three hungry killer whales appeared. When the seal noticed them, it was already surrounded.
On this sheet of sea ice, the nearly thousand-pound sea l would be unreachable for most of his enemies in nature. But these killer whales had mastered a hunting technique called wave washing: working together to turn water into a weapon.
Having identified their target, the killer whales formed a battle line and started rushing toward the ice. Just before reaching it, they rolled to their sides in a single, synchronized (同步的) motion. The wave they created was so powerful that it flooded the ice sheet and washed the frightened seal close to the edge of the ice sheet. Slowly and methodically, they repeated the attack. At the third time, the wave sent the helpless seal flying into the sea. It struggled to climb onto a piece of ice, but then disappeared from view...
“The level of intelligence that went into making each wave was staggering. They solved the problem with very complex teamwork. They used water as a tool,” said wildlife filmmaker Bertie Gregory, who had spent a decade tracking those killer whales, known as Bls. “I rarely saw failed hunts. This behavior was not what they were born with. It was learned and mastered over decades. Every time they made waves, it almost felt like more of a teaching experience than hunting. It was terrifying to watch.”
But as Antarctica warms and sea ice disappears, seals are increasingly staying on land, out of killer whales’ reach.
“I’ve found Bls are losing about 5 percent of their population every year. Whether this subgroup will go extinct or just adapt their behavior, I don’t know,” said Gregory. “But with fewer opportunities for the killer whales to wave wash, I’m seeing an extinction of a culture.”
1. How did the killer whales get the seal on the ice sheet?A.By making huge waves. | B.By jumping onto the ice sheet. |
C.By destroying the ice sheet. | D.By waiting underwater patiently. |
A.Puzzling. | B.Shocking. | C.Satisfying. | D.Annoying. |
A.The seals and killer whales. | B.The rising sea level. |
C.The loss of a hunting skill. | D.The disappeared ice sheet. |
A.It is a natural behavior with whales. | B.Usually, the smartest whales can learn it. |
C.It can be carried out by one whale alone. | D.Perhaps, it is only mastered by certain groups. |
【推荐3】My six-year-old granddaughter stared at me as if she were seeing me for the first time. “Grandma, you are an antique(古董),” she said. “You are old. Antiques are old. You are my antique.”
I was not satisfied to let the matter rest there. I took out the Webster’s Dictionary and read the definition to Jenny. I explained, “An antique is not only old, it’s an object existing since or belonging to earlier times...a work of art... a piece of furniture. Antiques are treasured,” I told Jenny as I put away the dictionary. “They have to be handled carefully because they sometimes are very valuable. In order to qualify as an antique, the object has to be at least 100 years old.”
“I’m only 67,” I reminded Jenny.
We looked around the house for other antiques, besides me. There was a desk that was handed down from Rone aunt to another and finally to our family. “It’s very old,” I told Jenny. “I try to keep it polished and I show it off whenever I can. You do that with antiques.”
There was a picture on the wall bought at a garage sale. It was dated 1867. “Now that’s an antique,” I said with pride. “Over 100 years old.” Of course it was marked up and scratched (刮坏) and not in very good condition. “Sometimes age does that, but the marks are good marks. They show living, or being around. In fact, sometimes, the more an object shows age, the more valuable it can become.”
Our tour of antiques continued. There was a vase on the floor. It had been in my house for a long time. I was not certain where it came from but I didn’t buy it new. One thing about antiques, I explained to Jenny, was that they usually had a story. They’d been in one home and then another, handed down from one family to another. They’d lasted through years. They could have been thrown away, or ignored, or destroyed, or lost. But instead, they survived.
For a moment, Jenny looked thoughtful. “l don’t have any antiques but you,” she said. Then her face brightened, “Could I take you to school for show and tell?”
“Only if I fit into your backpack,” I answered. And then Jenny’s antique lifted her up and embraced her in a hug that would last through the years.
1. Why did Grandma read the definition of “antique” to Jenny?A.To tell Jenny the importance of protecting antiques. |
B.To list all the important characteristics of antiques. |
C.To change Jenny’s shallow understanding of antiques. |
D.To express her disappointment at being called “antique”. |
A.The desk reminded her of her dear relatives. |
B.There was usually a sad story behind each antique. |
C.She planned to buy a new vase to replace the old one. |
D.The spots on the picture showed its age and value. |
A.Grandma’s Antique | B.Jenny’s Antique |
C.A Tour of Antiques | D.A Story of Antiques |