After Mom died, I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was weak and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading, “Drink your juice.” Such a gesture, I knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, I remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom “Why doesn’t Dad love me?” Mom frowned (皱眉). “Who said he doesn’t love you?!” “Well, he never tells me.” I complained. “He never tells me either,” she said, smiling. “But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That’s how your father tells us he loves us.”
I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. Dad owned and operated a small scrap metal (收破烂金属) business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. The machine that he used looked like a giant pair of scissors with blades (刃) thicker than my father’s body. If he didn’t feel those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. “Why don’t you hire someone to do that for you?” Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment (搽剂). “Why don’t you hire a cook?” Dad asked, giving her one of his rare smiles.
Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me, I walked over, hugged him and said, “I love you, Dad.” From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave hugs to him.
1. What did the note say every morning the author’s father put it on the kitchen table?(no more than 5 words)2. Why did the author complain to his mother about his father?(no more than 10 words)
3. How did the author’s father show his love for his family?(no more than 10 words)
4. What conclusion can we draw about the author’s father from the underlined sentence in the second but last paragraph?(no more than 10 words)
5. Are you moved by this story? Tell us how you will show your love for your parents.(no more than 20 words)
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【推荐1】I’d say I fight with my parents a lot. Throughout high school, it often seemed like everything was a fight. I was always jealous (羡慕的) of some of my friends who didn’t seem to be dealing with those problems at home like I was, but I’ve come to see over the years that no one’s situation is perfect.
Part of the reason I work all week during break, in addition to the money, of course, is to be out of the house to avoid continuing fighting. At work, I eat lunch with my friend Krysta every day, but the best days are when our favorite workmate, Lucy, is on her lunch break at the same time as us. Her funny way of storytelling always has us laughing happily, and although she is almost old enough to be our mom, she feels more like a best friend.
A few weeks ago, however, there was a change in our lunch conversation, and the story she told had us in real tears (眼泪) instead of our usual tears of laughter. A more serious topic had come up, and she sat us down to explain the importance of forgiveness (宽恕), especially when it comes to our parents. Telling stories of her troubled relationship with her mother and growing up homeless at times, she changed my whole outlook on life and my feelings towards my parents. She reminded (提醒) us that no matter how much resentment (怨恨) we’re feeling in a moment of anger, we have to be thankful for the support they provide and learn to forgive everything else.
This week I’ve spent my break at home, having very small fights and lots of quality time together with my parents. Sometimes you need a reminder to make you realize how important it is to let go of past resentment and work to repair broken relationships. My workmate’s moving stories not only brought me to tears in the break room at work that day but served as that wake-up call as well.
1. Why was the author jealous of some of her friends?| A．They didn’t have to work all week. | B．They didn’t need to do housework. |
| C．They got along well with their parents. | D．They could spend much time with their parents. |
| A．She likes to have lunch on her own. | B．She is about the author’s age. |
| C．She has a sense of humor. | D．She is a poor talker. |
| A．She was taught a lesson by Lucy. | B．She was moved by Lucy’s mother. |
| C．She laughed happily at Lucy’s stories. | D．She discussed her problems with Lucy. |
| A．We shouldn’t waste valuable family time. | B．We should show thanks to our parents. |
| C．We shouldn’t fight with our parents. | D．We should forgive all but ourselves. |
【推荐2】Last weekend marked one of the nicest days so far this spring.
It was warm with a tiny breeze; the sun penetrated through lightweight sweaters to warm the skin; the male choir was warming up, and the graduates were walking around the lawn behind the throng of six-thousand-plus observers.
With all of the parents, sisters, brothers, grandparents, aunts and uncles, the state university was a center of activity. My nephew was going to receive his bachelor’s degree. Who would have guessed that four years would go by so quickly?
As the crowd of freshly elegant candidates wandered, joked, hugged and chattered behind the platform, I heard several cell phones ring. There were several nonsensical(无意义)conversations going on with the accompanying giggles of the not-quite-mature students, but then one conversation in particular caught my attention.
“Yes, Grandma, I’m really graduating. I can’t believe it, either!I never thought I’d be here today, you know? Really!Like, I know it!Yes, it’s a very special day...Hold on, we’re lining up...Oh wow, they’ve got hundreds of balloons they’re going to release!Yes, Kelly’s here...Okay, I’ll give her your love…here we go!Gran, I’m graduating!…Love you too, Gran. I’m so glad you could be here with me!”
And somehow, my initial surprise and annoy at the use of cell phones during such a serious occasion left me. These little representatives of modern technology had joined a young woman and her devoted Gran to share a very special moment in time.
1. The author went to the university to______.| A．enjoy the beautiful spring day | B．see how the graduates act |
| C．see a relative graduate | D．receive a bachelor’s degree |
| A．Because the conversation was carried on the cell phone. |
| B．Because the young woman sounded different from other students. |
| C．Because several nonsensical conversations were going on. |
| D．Because a young woman was sharing a special moment with her gran. |
| A．Surprised. | B．Annoyed. | C．Puzzled. | D．Moved. |
| A．To describe an exciting moment in life. |
| B．To explain the convenience technology brings us. |
| C．To advise us to use cell phones properly in public places. |
| D．To describe a common scene in life. |
【推荐3】It was Saturday morning. I heard loud noises of moving furniture in the next room. I could almost feel the excitement of John who was soon going to get a room of his own. I remember my own feelings when I was 13. I knew how much he longed for his right to privacy when he was sharing a room with his younger brother, Robot. He said, “Mum, can I please have a room of my own? I could use Jeff’s. He won’t mind.”
It was true that Jeff had graduated from college and flown from the nest. But would he mind? The room was the place where I told him a thousand stories and we had a thousand talks. As close as we were, though, the time came when Jeff needed a door between us. His life was spreading into areas that had less to do with family. I no longer could — or should — know everything about him.
It turned out that getting Jeff’s permission was easy. He said, “Of course, Mum, it would be selfish of me to hold on to it.” Then his voice softened, “Mum, I won’t be living at home again — you know that.” Behind his glasses, his eyes were lit with all the love. There were no doors closed here — they had all opened up again.
As John and I were cleaning the room, I fixed my eyes on Jeff’s things around me and could almost touch the little boy I knew was gone forever. I looked at the room and, in my heart, I let it go. To hold on would be, as Jeff said, selfish. Now it was time for John, shouldering through the door, his eyes bright with promise of independence, to disappear behind the door. It was time for letting go to happen again.
1. Which of the following is TRUE according to the passage?| A．John was eager to get a room of his own. | B．Jeff was moving to live with his brother. |
| C．Jeff refused to let his brother have his room. | D．Jeff volunteered to give his room to John. |
| A．finally flew out of the house | B．would have less to do with his family |
| C．needed his right to privacy | D．got tired of those familiar stories |
| A．Delighted. | B．Confused. | C．Jealous. | D．Embarrassed. |
| A．the children did not like to live with adults |
| B．all her three kids made the author feel depressed |
| C．none of the members in the family thought the same way |
| D．the author loved and missed the time together with her kids |
That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the Capri’s Weekly newspaper. To my astonishment, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and paid writer. I showed it to my teacher and fellow students. They laughed. “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted success. I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was fine with me.
During the next two years I sold dozens of poems, letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I graduated from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks filled with my published work. I never mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and if people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their dreams.
I had four children at the time, and the oldest was only four. While the children slept, I typed on my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months, just like a baby.
A month later Crying Wind, the title of my book, became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and Braille and sold worldwide. I appeared on TV talk shows. I traveled from New York to California and Canada on promotional tours. My first book also became required reading in native American schools in Canada.
People ask what college I attended, what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius. I’m not gifted and I don’t write right. To all those who dream of writing, I’m shouting at you: “Yes, you can. Yes, you can. Don’t listen to them.” I don’t write right but I’ve beaten the odds. Writing is easy, it’s fun and anyone can do it. Of course, a little dumb luck doesn’t hurt.
1. Why did many students laugh after hearing what the writer said?
| A．Because they didn’t like him |
| B．Because they wished he could be successful as a writer |
| C．Because their teacher laughed, too |
| D．Because they felt it impossible for him to succeed |
| A．he had become a famous writer |
| B．he had made progress in his studies. |
| C．his classmates and teachers changed their attitudes towards him |
| D．he decided he wouldn’t become a writer |
| A．The characters in his story. | B．His teacher. |
| C．His early experience. | D．His parents. |
| A．It is difficult for a person, who cares about what others say, to succeed. |
| B．It is important for a person to tell others what he wants to do. |
| C．It is necessary for a person, who wants to succeed, to take others’ advice. |
| D．It is impossible for an ordinary person to be a writer in the future. |
| A．A famous writer |
| B．I Hate My Classmates and Teachers |
| C．I Never Write Right |
| D．A Genius Can Be a Writer |
【推荐2】It's not easy to grow up. Actually, it's far from easy. Growing up can be a real "pain" for some of us. We are always doing things that someone else makes us do and aren't allowed to do all the things we like. Sometimes we feel trapped, sometimes we are fearful, and sometimes we just don't understand why we can't stay young forever. When we look back on all the hardships in life with a positive attitude, we realize that all of our growing pains actually turn into growing gains!
Throughout our lives we are going to face many challenges and pains, but we should never let these obstacles（障碍）keep us from following our dreams. We must overcome every obstacle one small step at a time.
As a young girl my parents forced me to do so many things that I never liked. They made me learn to play the violin and then the piano. At that time I hated music, just because it was what they wanted me to do. But looking back now, I am so glad that my parents encouraged me to take music lessons. Music has enriched my life in so many ways. I realize that my parents and teachers were always pushing me along, not because they wanted me to suffer but because they wanted me to succeed in life. They've always wanted me to have better life than they did themselves.
Every moment of our lives we are either living or dying, so live life to its fullest! We are all going to experience growing pains, but they are just small pains in life. They might seem so huge at the time but we must be strong. Think about how we would feel if we had no fear and live life like that.
The future is ours! A little hard work and sweat never hurt anyone! If we realize that these pains are just small bumps（凸块）on our road to success we will realize that our growing pains are actually growing gains!
1. According to Paragraph 1, we learn that when we are young, ________.| A．life is easy for us | B．life is full of joy |
| C．we know we can stay young forever | D．we sometimes can't do things we like |
| A．take music lessons | B．turn gains into pains |
| C．look back on hardships | D．live a successful life |
| A．We all have to experience growing pains. |
| B．Life without fear is a better choice for us. |
| C．Growing pains are necessary for us to grow up. |
| D．A little hard work and sweat are harmful to us. |
【推荐3】I’ve never considered myself a brave person. When I was younger, if it was dark and I had to go outside alone to fetch something from the yard, I would run back inside like the hounds of hell were on my heels. Then before entering, I would act like nothing had happened.
What I didn’t realize at the time is that even though I was afraid, I would never let anyone know it.
You see, I was more afraid of being viewed as a coward than of the fear itself. And so, I ended up doing those scary things without realizing that I was, in fact, being courageous for acting despite the fear. And now, I realize that by consistently choosing to face the fear and acting anyway,
And so, this habit of doing what scared me despite the fear was one of the best habits I could have possibly formed, unconscious as it was. For you see, courage is not the absence of fear. It is not even the ability to overcome fear. It goes deeper than that.
| A．And that’s just the start of it. |
| B．My heartbeat would accelerate. |
| C．I would do the things that scared me. |
| D．To be courageous, one needs to be afraid. |
| E．So courage and fear are similar to some extent. |
| F．I became less and less afraid of doing those things over time. |
| G．I would talk to people about my fear and seek their help. |
