Once a boy came to ask a fisherman how to become cleverer, because his mother always called him “foolish boy”.
“That’s easy,” answered the fisherman. “I know one way to make you become cleverer.”
“Really?”
“Of course. It is said a fish head is good for brain. If you eat one, you’ll become cleverer indeed. Pay only three pounds for one fish head.” The boy paid him three pounds and the fisherman cut off a fish head and handed it to him.
A raw fish head is not good—not even for a hungry boy to eat but the boy ate it up in two gulps.
“Do you feel anything?” asked the fisherman.
“Not in my head,” said the boy.
The boy lay on the ground and thought. “One whole fish costs only two pounds. I had paid him three pounds for the fish head. Why couldn’t I have the whole fish for soup, a head for brain and one pound left over?” He jumped up and shouted at the fisherman. “You thief! You are fooling me!” The fisherman laughed, saying, “The fish head works now, you see.”
1. The boy ate up the raw fish head only in two gulps, because he __________.
| A．enjoy it |
| B．wanted to taste it |
| C．took it as a good medicine |
| D．was a foolish boy |
| A．buy a fish head | B．ask the fisherman a question |
| C．buy a whole fish | D．A and C |
| A．a whole fish |
| B．a fish head and one pound back |
| C．a whole fish and one pound back |
| D．a whole fish, a fish head and one pound back |
| A．A good meal | B．The raw fish head |
| C．Nothing | D．What had happened |
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【推荐1】A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve, when Paul came out of his office, a boy was walking around the shining new car, admiring it.
“Is this your car, Mister?” he said.
Paul nodded, “My brother gave it to me for Christmas.”
The boy was astonished, “You mean your brother gave it to you, and it didn’t cost you anything?”
“Boy, I wish…” he hesitated.
Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the boy said jarred Paul all the way down his heels.
“I wish,” the boy went on, “that I could be a brother like that.”
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then he added, “Would you like to take a ride in my car?”
“Oh, yes. I’d love that.”
After a short ride, the boy turned with his eyes aglow, and said, “Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?”
Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbours that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again.
“Would you stop where those two steps are?” the boy asked.
He ran up to the steps. Then in a little while, Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step and pointed to the car.
“There he is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn’t cost him a cent. And some day, I’m going to give you one just like it. Then you can see for yourself all the prettiest things in the windows that I have been trying to tell you about.”
Paul got out and lifted the boy into the front seat of his car. The shinning-eyed elder brother climbed in beside him. And three of them began a memorable holiday ride.
1. The underlined part in Paragraph 6 means what the boy said ________ Paul a lot.| A．scared | B．excited |
| C．delighted | D．surprised |
| A．He received a car from his elder brother as a gift. |
| B．He wanted to buy all the prettiest things. |
| C．He couldn’t walk well. |
| D．He admired Paul’s car and asked for a lift. |
| A．Kind-hearted. | B．Naughty. |
| C．Humorous. | D．Hard-working. |
| A．A Memorable Gift | B．A Loving Brother |
| C．An Unforgettable Ride | D．A True Friend |
Mom penned all kinds of messages to Dad on those paper napkins, and he saved a whole pile of them. What embarrassed me as a kid has become a precious memory of my parents.
It also started my own brand of lunch box notes. When my kids were young, I’d glue little drawings on their lunches. Lots of sketches (素描) of our dog, Max, along with smiling flowers. When they were teenagers, I’d copy words of wisdom from great people, Einstein, for example, or Bruce Springsteen. Then, my kids grew up making their own handwritten notes. And my husband writes me love notes on recycled paper, because he’s all about being green.
Friends who know about my lunch box notes eagerly share stories of their own family traditions. So many focus on food. Maura’s mom always drew hearts on the shells of hard-boiled eggs. Melinda wrote messages on her kids’ bananas.
We’re into the third generation of lunch box notes in our home. Whenever my 3-year-old grandson, Clayton, spends the night, he knows his lunch is going to have a napkin note from Grandma in the morning. Last week, I drew a picture of me, waving widely and shouting his name. He took one look at it and screamed, “Where’s Grandpa?” I added a man in a clean shirt. “You forgot his tie,” he said. I quickly drew a line of stripes (条纹) down the front of the shirt. Clayton smiled. “Grandpa,” he whispered, running his fingers across the napkin. “It’s you!”
1. When the author first saw Dad’s lunch box notes, she felt ______.
| A．moved | B．nervous |
| C．awkward | D．proud |
| A．Words of love. |
| B．Famous words of wisdom. |
| C．Pictures of their pet and flowers. |
| D．Eggs painted with hearts. |
| A．the author’s husband is an environmentalist. |
| B．the author’s children dislike making lunch box notes. |
| C．the author’s grandson likes drawing pictures on napkins. |
| D．the author’s friends all had their brand of lunch box notes. |
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My father was 44 and knew he wasn’t going to make it to 45. He wrote me a letter and hoped that something in it would help me for the rest of my life.
Since the day I was 12 and first read his letter, some of his words have lived in my heart. One part always stands out. “Right now, you are pretending to be a time-killer. But I know that one day, you will do something great that will set you among the very best.” Knowing that my dad believed in me gave me permission to believe in myself. “You will do something great.” He didn’t know what that would be, and neither did I, but at times in my life when I’ve felt proud of myself, I remember his words and wish he were here so I could ask, “Is this what you were talking about, Dad? Should I keep going?”
A long way from 12 now, I realize he would have been proud when I made any progress. Lately, though, I’ve come to believe he’d want me to move on to what will come next: to be proud of and believe in, somebody else. It’s time to start writing my own letters to my children. As mothers, our children look to us with the same unanswered question we had. Our kids don’t retreat because they’re afraid to fail. They’re only afraid of failing us. They don’t worry about being disappointed. Their fear--as mine was until my father’s letter--is of being a disappointment.
Give your children permission to succeed. They’re waiting for you to believe in them. I always knew my parents loved me. But trust me: That belief will be more complete, that love will be more real, and their belief in themselves will be greater if you write the words on their hearts: “Don’t worry; you’ll do something great.” Not having that blessing from their parents may be the only thing holding them back.
1. Why did the father write a letter to the author? (No more than 20 words)
