It was New Year’s Day. Mr. Lang didn’t go to work. He felt lonely and wanted to gamble again. He called his friends and they came soon. But they were afraid the police would come. He told his five-year-old son to go to find out if there were the policemen outside. They waited for a long time and didn’t think the police would come and began to gamble. Suddenly opened the door and in came a few policemen.
“I saw there weren’t any policemen outside, daddy,” said the boy, “so I went to the crossing and asked some to come.”
1. Mr. Lang was paid much because _______.
A.he was a driver |
B.he worked in a factory |
C.he had a lot of work to do |
D.he had worked there for a long time |
A.she couldn’t find any work |
B.she thought her husband was tired |
C.her husband spent all time in gambling |
D.she wouldn’t stop her husband gambling |
A.Mr. Lang often gambled |
B.Mr. Lang was late for work |
C.Mr. Lang didn’t help his wife at home |
D.Mr. Lang wasn’t polite to the police |
A.he didn’t love her any longer |
B.he wouldn’t stop gambling |
C.he had been put into lockup |
D.he was hardly sent away by the factory |
A.The boy hoped his father to be put into lockup again. |
B.The boy thought his father needed some policemen. |
C.The boy hoped his father to stop gambling soon. |
D.The boy hoped his mother to come back. |
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【推荐1】“Have you checked the oil in the car?” my father used to say to me, his version of “Hello, hope you are well.” Sometimes our phone calls would begin with an inquiry about the oil and end with an inquiry about the oil, with not a lot in between.
Fathers have a lot of love to give, but it’s often supplied through the medium of practical advice. The affectionate phrase “You made my life better from the moment you were born” may be rarely heard, but there is the more common “I’ll hold the ladder while you get the leaves off the roof.”
Why can’t we fathers just say “I love you” or “It’s great to see you” ? The point is: That’ s exactly what we are saying. You just have to translate from the language that is Fatherlish. Listen closely enough and the phrase “I love you” can be heard in the lengthier “I could come around Saturday and replace the silicon seal around the base of your toilet because I reckon that thing is getting really smelly.”
When I was 17, I went on my first road trip. My father stood on the corner in the predawn of a cold morning to bid us farewell. “Highways are dangerous,” he said, “so don’t try overtaking anything faster than a horse and buggy. And take a break every two hours. And every time you stop for gas, you really should check the oil.” At the time we thought his speech was funny and would chant “horse-and-buggy” every time I floored the accelerator.
Dad’s long gone now. But after all these years, I realize that had I owned a copy of the Fatherlish-to-English dictionary, I’d have understood that the speech my friend and I so casually mocked was simply Dad’s attempt at affection.
1. According to the passage, how do fathers usually show their affection?A.By inquiring their kids’ car. | B.By doing rather than saying. |
C.By offering helpful advice. | D.By accompanying their kids. |
A.To exemplify the unique parental concern. |
B.To provide some background knowledge. |
C.To explain the reasons for my mocking. |
D.To present my father’s funny speech. |
A.My father has gone somewhere faraway. |
B.I regretted making fun of my father’s speech. |
C.I owned a copy of Fatherlish-to-English dictionary. |
D.My father’s speech got across to me when I was 17. |
A.Caring and considerate. | B.Devoted and generous. |
C.Talkative and humorous. | D.Knowledgeable and diligent. |
【推荐2】I will always remember my mother's last few days in this world.
On February 14th, 2000 my class went on a field trip to the beach. I had so much fun. When we returned to school, my teacher told me to go to the headmaster's office. When I got into the office, I saw a police office. Suddenly I realized something was wrong. The police office told me what had happened and we went to pick my sister up. After that, we went to the hospital and waited. Time went slowly. Finally, we got to see our mother. It was terrible.
On the next day, the headmaster came and told my two teachers what had happened. I was taking a rest that day. I knew it had something to do with my mother. I kept thinking that she either died or had gotten better. How I wished that she had gotten better. When my teacher took me outside, my sister ran up to me. She started crying, “She's gone. Teresa, mommy's gone. She's dead.” I couldn't believe it. We jumped into the car and drove straight to the hospital. Most of my family were there. The silence was terrible. I knew I had to say goodbye.
Today when I look back, I still miss my mother very much, but I know that I will live. My mother was a strong mother, who had the biggest heart. My mother was an angel walking on the earth. I will always remember her as living. When someone is asked who their hero (英雄) is, they usually say someone famous, like Michael Jordan or Britney Spears, When someone asks me who my hero is, I tell them, my mother. My mother lives every day. That is what makes her a true hero.
1. Who brought the writer the bad news that her mother was ill?A.Her sister. | B.The headmaster. |
C.Her teacher. | D.The police officers. |
A.Her mother had been very ill. | B.Her mother had been dead. |
C.Her mother had gotten better, | D.Her sister came to see her. |
A.the writer is afraid of her mother | B.the writer is proud of her mother |
C.the writer feels sad about her mother | D.the writer feels sorry for her mother |
A.famous | B.free |
C.rich | D.great |
【推荐3】My Grandpa Forgets Who I Am
A few days ago I visited my grandfather in hospital. He has Alzhemier’s—a degenerative disease that usually starts slowly and gets worse over time. I thought I was prepared to see him. I knew chances were slim that he'd actually recognize me.
He didn’t. As a matter of fact, he had no idea that he even had grandchildren. But he was excited that somebody came to visit him. I tried to explain to him who I was. But after he told me multiple times that he didn’t have grandchildren, I gave up. And my heart broke into a million little pieces.
I was tired of explaining things to him. So I just smiled. He smiled back. It's a genuine smile. Like a long time ago, when he’d take me by the hand and made this big world a little bit less scary for me. Now I have to take his hand.
We sat in silence for a little while, before he told me to call my grandma. This was the first time I had tried so hard to hold back tears. My grandma died four years ago and he didn't remember. He thought she was stuck on her way to pick him up.
My grandpa used to be a strong, hard-working man. He was the person you turned to when you needed your car fixed, your tires changed or something heavy to be carried. Sadly, that man left this world a long time ago, and left behind a man that is lost and scared.
I want to help him. I want to make him feel better. I want to tell him about his old life, and how great it was. So I sat with him and I held his hand, and every once in a while I told him how good he looked and how much I liked the color of his shirt and how it brought out the blue in his eyes. I told him that my grandma was on her way whenever he asked about her, and I made sure the glass in his hand was always filled with water.
I can’t take away his pain. I can’t help him remember. I can’t make the disease go away. All I can do is hold on to the memories — hold on for both of us.
1. When the author first saw her grandpa in hospital ________.A.she gave up on him | B.they were both excited |
C.he didn’t recognize her | D.they talked about the past |
A.grandma died about four years ago |
B.grandpa needed to be taken care of |
C.grandma didn’t make it to the hospital |
D.grandpa believed grandma was still alive |
A.show pity towards her grandpa | B.record memories of her grandpa |
C.express deep love for her grandpa | D.call on further study on Alzheimer’s |
【推荐1】In the United States, when one becomes rich, he wants people to know it. And even if he does not become very rich, he wants people to think that he is. That is what “keeping up with the Joneses” is about. It is the story of someone who tried to look as rich as his neighbors.
The expression was first used in 1913 by a young American called Arthur Momand. He told this story about himself. He began earning $125 a week at the age of 23. That was a lot of money in those days. He got married and moved with his wife to a very wealthy neighbourhood outside New York City. When he saw that rich people rode horses, Momand went horseback riding every day. When he saw that rich people had servants, Momand and his wife also hired a servant and gave big parties for their new neighbours.
It was like a race, but one could never finish his race because one was always trying to keep up. The race ended for Momand and his wife when they could no longer pay for their new way of life. They moved back to an apartment in New York City.
Momand looked around him and noticed that many people do things just to keep up with rich lifestyle of their neighbours. He saw the funny side of it and started to write a series of short stories. He called it “Keeping up with the Joneses” because “Jones” is a very common name in the United States. “Keeping up with the Joneses” came to mean keeping up with rich lifestyle of the people around you. Momand’s series appeared in different newspapers across the country for over 28 years.
People never seem to get tired of keeping up with the Joneses. And there are “Joneses” in every city of the world. But one must get tired of trying to keep up with the Joneses because no matter what one does, Mr Jones always seems to be ahead.
1. Some people want to keep up with the Joneses because they .A.want to be as rich as their neighbors |
B.want others to know or to think that they are rich |
C.don’t want others to know they are rich |
D.want to be happy |
A.live outside New York City | B.live in New York City |
C.live in apartments | D.have many neighbors |
A.an important name | B.a popular name in the United States |
C.his neighbor’s name | D.not a good name |
A.correct | B.interesting | C.impossible | D.good |
【推荐2】The first thing Megan Warfield did was get out of her damaged car. Returning home from an event in honor of her late father, Warfield’s car was involved in a pile-up collision in Baltimore, MD, where she is a volunteer firefighter. Noticing that one of the other cars had overturned, Warfield rushed to help calm the woman trapped inside.
“I started to climb in there with her, but then I was like, ‘What are you doing? You’re ninemonths pregnant,’” she said. “I ended up holding onto her to keep her in place because I wasn’t sure of her injuries at the time.”
Megan Warfield was “just a week or so shy of her due date” when the crash occurred. And the crash apparently sent her into labor.
Ignoring increasingly painful contractions (收缩), Warfield kept the trapped woman calm and ensured that she stayed in place so as not to risk worsening any injuries. When the emergency responders arrived, among them was Volunteer Paramedic Josh Daugherty, Warfield’s friend. Daugherty gave aid not only to the injured woman but sent Warfield by ambulance to hospital, where, several hours later, she gave birth to her third child.
According to the US Fire Administration, of the active firefighting personnel, more than half, 53 percent, are volunteer firefighters. A volunteer firefighter is an unpaid professional who saves people from fires and other emergency situations. They’re in charge of responding to emergency calls, putting out and preventing the spread of fires, and administering first aid to people with injuries. They may help keep people safe during and after house and building fires, car accidents, forest fires, and dangerous material incidents. All volunteer firefighters must pass strict training to become qualified.
While she was pregnant, Warfield worked at the desk in her volunteer fire department. Now that she’s given birth, she is already planning her return to the field.
1. What did Warfield do when she got out of her damaged car?A.She called an ambulance and waited for help. | B.She called her friend to take her to hospital. |
C.She helped calm the woman trapped in a car. | D.She performed first aid to the injured woman. |
A.Childbirth date. | B.Father’s funeral date. |
C.Date for becoming a career firefighter. | D.Date for signing up for a volunteer firefighter. |
A.They do less dangerous work. | B.They work without being paid. |
C.They need not pass strict training. | D.They make up the majority of the staff. |
A.Kind and ambitious. | B.Heroic and selfless. |
C.Serious and clever. | D.Confident and brave. |
【推荐3】I never imagined that someone telling me I looked skinny would anger me. And yet, I was enraged when a colleague pinched (捏) my waist and squealed (尖声说), “You’ve lost weight. You look great!” The truth is, I was run-down (疲惫不堪) and not taking care of myself. I decided to embark on a proper weight-loss program — one that would tackle the quality of the weight, not the quantity.
The first to go would be a solid chunk of road rage (路怒). I am in far less control of this poundage (重量) than any other. Every time something gets in my path, I fly off the handle. I need to lose the road rage, and fast! No, no more speed. Instead, I now repeat the words: “I am not in a hurry.” Because really, I’m not. This year, I will drive safely, allowing “stupid” to happen all around me. From that, I hope to gain patience.
Next is the heaviness of guilt. When guilt drives my conscience ( 良 知 ) to do better, it’s functional. But when it presents itself as an internal dialogue that goes nowhere —it’s useless. This year, I want to stop feeling guilty for not keeping a cleaner house, for spending time away from my children to be with friends, for not baking something from scratch, for not attending every party because I would rather be at home, or for watching TV when I should be reading. My image and performance is not at the front of anyone else’s mind but my own. From this, I hope to gain freedom to be myself. Freedom, I expect, will feel weightless.
The last pound is fear. Fear has held me back. Fear of failure has prevented me from being a writer. Fear of embarrassment has prevented me from giving an opinion. Fear of rejection (拒绝) has stopped me from aiming higher in all aspects of my life. Fear of regret has led me into situations that made me uncomfortable. If I can lose anyone of these fears, I stand to gain experience.
So, if I can lose the rage, shed some guilt, and take a chunk of fear off my plate, I stand to gain patience, freedom, and experience. Pound for pound I have not lost a thing but I will be much lighter. Next time, I hope my colleague looks me in the eye to see my glow instead of pinching a part of me that has nothing to do with how great I really look.
1. What is the author’s weight-loss program mainly about?A.Controlling her daily intake of fat | B.Getting rid of negative emotions. |
C.Disposing of useless stuff in her house | D.Developing a bodybuilding routine. |
A.Drive on roads with fewer cars. | B.Listen to soothing music while driving. |
C.Ignore things that would anger her. | D.Keep reminding herself of traffic rules. |
A.It has prevented her from achieving her goals. |
B.It has caused her to suffer from depression. |
C.It has stopped her from pursuing further education. |
D.It has made it difficult for her to make friends. |
A.Respect. | B.Independence. |
C.Friendship. | D.Positivity. |
【推荐1】It was a cold winter. The wind blew all night and the snow was blinding. When the morning came, my three children and I got up and made our way to the windows. As we looked out of the window, we saw that the hen house was gone. Our three hens had been blown away.
I looked at the emptiness outside. Then I saw all three chickens sitting around the edge of a white bucket. How was this violent wind not blowing them into the field beyond?
I quickly pulled on my husband’s long snow pants and heavy winter coat, wrapped a scarf and stuck my feet into very large boots.
I shouted at the wind as it blew. I was alone, except my children. They stared out of the window into the vast white sea of snow and their eyes peeled for any sign of movement. Outside I heard the sound of my boots as I walked against the wind.
The snow circling around me, I steadily made my way to the soft cluck-cluck-cluck sound my hens always made. When I reached them, I saw that their little feet were holding on to the edge of the bucket, heads bent forward and away from the wind. I gently lifted each hen and put it carefully into the warm inside. Then I began the freezing walk back to the small shed directly behind our house. One by one I laid my chickens on the cold floor, and they began to cluck softly.
As I shut the shed doors, my eyes went directly to the window where my children were watching. They jumped up and down cheering, and so did I! I wasn’t some dragon slayer (屠杀者) from a fairy tale. I was simply a mom, but the look on my children’s faces told me that they thought I was a hero mom.
1. Seeing all three chickens sitting around the bucket, the author felt ________.A.incredible | B.worried | C.shy | D.confident |
A.By searching for the white bucket. | B.By wearing protective clothes. |
C.By following the sound of the hens. | D.By shouting at the hen house. |
A.the author’s children liked dragon slayers | B.the children watched their mother all the way |
C.the author struggled to be a hero | D.the author enjoyed herself in the snow |
Dad’s Perfect Package
A few years ago, my father arranged to send me a mail-order fruitcake at Christmas time. Although I had a good job and owned an apartment in Manhattan, he feared my refrigerator might be empty.
He ordered me a particular brand of fruitcake made in Texas. “It reminds me of my mother’s,” he told me, which I later learned was a cake typical of the Great Depression (大萧条), made without milk, sugar, butter, or eggs. On most Christmases, he received two gifts from granny: a pair of homemade socks and a small bag of oranges.
Born in 1932, Dad grew up during the Great Depression, and he believed everyone was always hungry and needed to eat. Even when we visited him in the hospital, he would ask whether we had eaten and remind us the café would be closing soon. “At least get a cup of coffee,” he’d say. “Don’t worry about me.”
Ordering the fruitcake was his way of trying to take care of me from a long distance away. Although I was 44, I was still his son. A fruitcake, in his mind, was a perfect Christmas gift: the fruitcake can fill my belly (肚子) and has a long shelf life.
The first week of December passed with no sign of his fruitcake. Delayed (耽搁) by holiday mail, I guessed. My father remained hopeful the fruitcake would come by New Year’s Eve. Yet, January, February, and March came and went with no fruitcake.
Though my father kept asking about it, I never once considered lying and telling him the fruitcake had finally arrived and was delicious. Instead I said, “That cake is orbiting (沿轨道运行) earth, and sooner or later it will land and taste even better.”
Early last December, nearly a year after my father died, I got a call from the front desk of my apartment building., “You have a package.” I went downstairs to pick it up. The brown box had a FedEx label (标签) with a return address in Texas.
1. What gifts did Dad get on most Christmases?2. Why did Dad think the best Christmas present was a fruitcake?
3. Please decide which part is false in the following statement, then underline it and explain why.
>When my father kept asking about the delayed fruitcake, I told him that the fruitcake had finally arrived and was delicious.
4. Among the gifts you’ve ever received, which is the most memorable one? Why? (In about 40 words)
【推荐3】Our daughter Kerrin, a student at Boston University, had been home for a week-end visit, and I dropped her off at the bus station just in time for her back to college. After Kerrin’s bus had gone and I was driving away, I noticed that she had left her purse on the passenger seat. Worried that she would arrive in Boston without money or keys to her room, I called my wife, Bette Jean, on the car phone, explaining why I would be late. As I was following the bus, Bette Jean phoned me back to say she had phoned the bus dispatcher(调度员)on the other line and he, in return, had phoned the bus driver on yet another phone. The driver asked me to wave out of my window to show where I was. Then he pulled over at a rest stop, and I did the same. Kerrin jumped off the bus, and I handed her the purse and went on my way.
1. The writer saw his daughter’s purse right after .A.seeing her off at the bus station |
B.starting his car again |
C.she got off the car |
D.she got on the bus |
A.the bus started off |
B.her mother told her |
C.the bus stopped again |
D.she returned to the university |
A.driver—writer—Better Jean—Kerrin |
B.Kerrin—writer—Better Jean—driver |
C.writer—driver—Kerrin—Better Jean |
D.writer—Bette—Jean—driver—Kerrin |
A.The bus was too fast for the car to catch up with in no time. |
B.The writer had tried to phone the dispatcher but failed. |
C.The writer couldn’t get in touch with the driver by the phone. |
D.Both the writer and the bus driver could use the car phone. |
a. his car b. phone c. the bus driver d. the dispatcher
e. his wife f. his daughter
A.a, b, d and e | B.c, d, e and f |
C.a, b, c and d | D.b, c, d and e |