At the start of my first lesson in Chinese calligraphy, my teacher told me to write my name. After I put it down, he said, plainly: “Now I will teach you how to make it beautiful.” I felt my breath catch.
Growing up in Singapore, I had an uneasy relationship with my Chinese name. My parents are ethnically Chinese but they didn’t speak Mandarin. Unfamiliar with Chinese characters, they used fortune tellers to decide my name based on the ideal number of strokes (笔画) for each character, which was calculated for the best fortune. Chinese names can be truly poetic. Not mine. Embarrassingly, the characters for my Chinese name mean, roughly, “old,” “barley” and “warm.” My personal and cultural histories were messy knots.
When I arrived in America for college at 18, I embraced critical analysis and creative expression. It felt like a way to abandon the strict formalities that defined my early years in Singapore’s high-pressure education system, and with it, perhaps, parts of my identity. Suddenly, I felt the need to present myself in a way that Americans would accept. I put on an American accent and set aside my Chinese name. Ultimately, after 14 years in the States, I decided to learn calligraphy. Why not get back in touch with my heritage? I thought.
In calligraphy, the idea is to replicate (复制) the old masters’ techniques, thereby enhancing your own. Every week, my teacher would evaluate my writing. “You need to be braver,” he once observed. “Your challenge is in producing a bold stroke.” For years, I had prided myself on developing an image of integration and confidence despite deep insecurities, but my writing betrayed me.
I had been learning calligraphy to try to get in touch with my cultural roots, but what I was really seeking was a return to myself. That first lesson came with the terrific promise that what had been shameful in myself could be made beautiful—and that I could be the one to do that work. I know now that what calligraphy teaches me is not the value of replication but the possibility that I could know myself more fully.
1. What criterion guided the selection of the author’s Chinese name?A.Poetic sound patterns. | B.Ideal symbolic images. |
C.Favorable stroke counts. | D.Positive literal meanings. |
A.To break with tradition. | B.To fit into the community. |
C.To achieve academic success. | D.To facilitate language learning. |
A.It revealed her inner self. | B.It improved her public image. |
C.It presented no challenge to her. | D.It enhanced her replication skills. |
A.Fortune favors the bold. | B.Embrace who you truly are. |
C.Our roots define our identity. | D.Planning is good, but doing is better. |
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【推荐1】When she moved the covering cloth to look upon his tiny face, she was shocked. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. When he rushed home from school one day and threw himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be full of heart-breaks for his imperfect appearance.
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune and popular with his fellow students. He might have been class monitor, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.
Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, “You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret.” The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person turned up. His talents blossomed into genius, and his school and college became a series of success. Later he married and entered the diplomatic service.
One day, he urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I must know! I could never do enough for him.”
“I do not believe you could, ”said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know. . . not yet. ”
The years kept their secret, but the day did com — one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father reached out a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to show that the mother had no outer ears.
“Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”
Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but in what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done and not known.
1. Why was the mother shocked at the first sight of her baby?A.Her baby was born imperfect. | B.Her baby had a tiny face. |
C.Her baby was born without hair. | D.The doctor turned to look out of the window. |
A.His popularity. | B.His imperfect appearance. |
C.His handsome appearance. | D.His talent for literature and music. |
A.Because she liked her thick and brown hair. | B.Because her hair added to her beauty. |
C.Because her long hair was her pride. | D.Because her hair helped to keep a secret. |
A.A Misfortunate Boy | B.Mother's Hair |
C.Mother's Secret Love | D.A Successful Ear Operation |
【推荐2】It was a very hot day in late Summer. I was a young dad working in a local wood mill. It was dangerous, back - breaking work that paid very little. In the year I worked there, only four other people hadn't quit and been replaced with new feces (渣滓).Those of us who stayed did so only because there was no other work to find to support our families.
On this day all of us were covered in sweat and dust. When I looked around, every face I saw looked angry and frustrated. Suddenly, a voice called out, "Hey! There's a deer in here. " A lost little female deer had wandered through the open loading bay doors and was now cowering (蜷缩)in between the huge piles of wood. All of us stopped working and went looking for her as she ran about looking for a way out.
Now most people where I live hunt deer for meat in the Fall but also treat them with great kindness the rest of the year. Many will even buy 50 bags of com to help feed them during the harsh Winter months. It was no surprise then that all of us were soon quickly working together to free this little creature. By blocking off all the other routes, we were able to guide her frantic (紧张忙乱的) search back to the open bay doors. We watched as she jumped out of the building and back into the woods. Then we walked back in to work. I noticed something, though. On every face there was a joyful smile. It was as if this one single act of kindness had strengthened us again and reminded us of what life is all about.
1. Why were few people willing to work in the wood mill?A.They were dissatisfied with the pay and working conditions. |
B.They were tired of wood cutting and wanted more freedom. |
C.They wanted to move to big places to seek more pleasure. |
D.They disliked the treatment of the boss and animals around. |
A.The deer made the workers unable to work. |
B.The workers there wanted to kill the deer for meat. |
C.It was common for the workers to see a deer there. |
D.The deer was a ray of light to the dull workers there. |
A.Cruel and impatient. | B.Hard - working and caring. |
C.Cautious and courageous. | D.Bad - tempered and demanding. |
【推荐3】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 |
【推荐1】Growing up on the shores of Lake Huron in the Canadian province of Ontario, Robert Berdan was never far from water. When he was in sixth grade, he received a toy microscope for Christmas. Some of the first things he saw through its lens were tiny creatures inside droplets he’d gathered from a local pond. He was fascinated with the microorganisms.
After eighth grade, Berdan upgraded to a more sophisticated model and realized it was a portal to another world. “The new microscope changed my life,” he says. “I could see so much more.” He begar studying photography and buying cameras to fit on his microscope. He captured images of ferns, mushrooms, and trees, and learned how to develop film. He also developed his microscopy skills so much so that he earned a doctoral degree in cellular biology and spent five years running a lab at the University of Alberta in Edmonton.
But Berdan never forgot his two early passions - being immersed in nature and photographing its tiny details - and he decided to return to them. His subjects range from snowflakes to spruce trees. To see the latter under a microscope, Berdan collects a small branch and wields specialized tools to shave off paper-thin slices, which he dyes red or blue. For the final images, he often uses a process called focus stacking, in which similar photos with different focal planes are mixed together to achieve a more profound depth of field, and he sometimes sews photos together to create views.
“I investigate anything that might have possibilities,” he says. And he encourages others to do the same with a microscope. “Any tool that amplifies our ability to see will enhance our creativity,” he notes “Our observations can potentially lead to new discoveries and solutions.”
1. What inspired Berdan to pursue his passion for microscopic photography?A.Working in a cellular biology lab. |
B.Earning a doctoral degree in cellular biology. |
C.Tiny microscopes from a local pond. |
D.Childhood experiences near Lake Huron. |
A.Berdan’s childhood experience with microscopes. |
B.Berdan’s reason for studying for a doctoral degree. |
C.Berdan’s transition from amateur to professional. |
D.Berdan’s hard work of running a lab in Edmonton. |
A.Expands. | B.Decreases. | C.Mixes. | D.Changes. |
A.He has received formal training in photography and microscopy. |
B.He mainly focuses on capturing images of various microscopes. . |
C.He experiments with different ways to enhance the depth of field. |
D.He is the most skilled biologist in capturing mushrooms and trees. |
As a little boy, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday afternoons at my grandfather’s farm in western Pennsylvania. Surrounded by miles of winding stonewalls, the house and farm provided endless hours of fun for a city kid like me.
I can still remember my first visit to the farm. I’d wanted to be allowed to climb the stonewalls. But my parents would never approve, because the walls were old and some stones were missing. I was still eager to climb it, so I summoned (鼓起) all my courage and entered the living room, where the adults had gathered.
“Can I climb the stone walls?” I asked nervously. At this moment, my parents still didn’t agree. Before I left the room sadly, my grandfather said, “Let the boy climb the stone walls. He has to learn to do things for himself.”
It took me about two hours to climb those stonewalls. Later I met with my grandfather to tell him about my adventure. I’ll never forget what he said. “Fred, you made this day a special day just by being yourself. Always remember: there’s only one person in this whole world like you, and I like you exactly as you are.”
Many years have passed since then, and today I host the television program Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, seen by millions of children throughout America. There have been changes over the years, but one thing remains the same: my message to children at the end of almost every visit. “There’s only one person in this whole world like you,” the kids can count on hearing my say, “and people can like you as you are.”
1. Where is Mike’s grandfather’s farm? (no more than 5 words)2. What does the underlined word “approve” in Paragraph 2 mean in English? (1 word)
3. Why did Fred’s grandfather say “Let the boy climb the stone walls.”? (no more than 12 words)
4. According to the passage, who would like to watch the author’s program? (no more than 5 words)
5. What does the author want to tell us through this story? (no more than 20 words)
【推荐3】Suma Rifai is a woman with lots of responsibility. She has raised two children on her own, and now helps care her aging parents and her dogs. But she has always wanted to learn. Now, at age 55, she’s a student at the University for Seniors (UfS) in Beirut, Lebanon.
“We have a very high emigration rate in Lebanon: Lebanese youth leaving the country and older Lebanese adults returning to their home country to retire in Lebanon,” said Maya Abi Chahine, UfS’s program manager. “Seniors find themselves kind of alone. The UfS is for students aged 50 and up and, although it doesn’t offer degrees, the program offers a variety of lectures and courses, covering various topics to help older people get the most out of their later years.”
Usually, UfS classes were held in person at the American University of Beirut campus, where students rubbed shoulders with college age classmates. However, since the start of COVID-19, learning has moved online.
Online learning has also opened the door for many new students to attend the program for the first time. 77-year-old Jaques Ekmekji was never able to join UfS when it was in person. “I was almost always stuck at home because of operation on my back,” Ekmekji said. “When everything moved online, that was a great opportunity for me.”
Since joining UfS, Ekmekji says the program has given him the chance to explore new curiosities. “It gives me a real space for growth in certain areas that I never thought of.”
Suma Rifai can’t wait to talk in person back on the American University campus. “I believe it’s a must for the new generation to see us on campus. For them, they have to see that the hope is there.” The hope, says Rifai, is that no matter how old you are, you can always be a student.
1. What can we learn about Suma Rifai?A.She is unhappy with her present life. | B.She is worried about the old people. |
C.She has always wanted to be successful. | D.She has been anxious to improve herself. |
A.To give emigrants job training. |
B.To prepare old people for possible health problems. |
C.To offer degrees to those who need them. |
D.To offer educational opportunities to seniors. |
A.It is a good try and worth praising. | B.It is challenging but interesting. |
C.It has made him become braver. | D.It has become more and more popular. |
A.It is a bit of a surprise to young students. |
B.It is an encouragement to the new generation. |
C.It gives college students a sense of responsibility. |
D.It changes the older generation’s ideas about success. |