Now Mr. Reese was twenty and finished middle school. He could not do anything. But his father didn't mind it until one day he found the young man had sold one of his companies. He became so angry that he made him leave his house. The young man couldn't gamble any longer. His friends made him pay his debt. He had to ask his mother to help him and the woman often gave him some money. But one evening his father happened to find it. The old man stopped his wife from doing so. They began to fight in the room. The young man brought out a knife and killed his father. His mother helped him to run away, but soon after that he was caught and sentenced(判刑)to death.
It was a cold and wet day. Suddenly it began to rain hard when Mr. Reese was being sent to the execution ground(刑场). Soon both he and the soldiers were wet through. He said angrily,“Bad luck! I shall be shot in such bad weather!”
“Don't complain(抱怨), brothers” said one of the soldiers. “You're luckier than us all. We'll have to go back to the city after that!”
1. Old Reese never wanted to know about his son's studies because _________.
A.he was sure his son was good at his lessons |
B.he spent all his energies on his business |
C.he knew nothing about the education |
D.his wife looked after their children |
A.to play with him |
B.to spend spare time |
C.that the could get much money from him |
D.that they could find jobs in his father's companies |
A.him son had learned nothing at school |
B.his son was weak at all his lessons |
C.his son couldn't do anything in the companies |
D.his son had lost one of his companies |
A.he was sentenced to death |
B.he would be shot |
C.he went to the execution ground on foot |
D.he would be shot in bad weather |
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【推荐1】For years people had told our founders. motivational speakers Jack and Mark, Inspiring stories about themes Jack and Mark included these stories in their talks, and their audiences repeatedly asked if they had ever learn published. “That story about the boy and the puppy—is that in a book anywhere?” a parent asked Jack. “That story about the boy with the amputated(截肢)leg who became a tennis star, I need to read that to my stall.” That story told him. Jack was asked repeatedly. “Is that story in a book anywhere?”
Eventually Jack and Mark decided their audiences must be on to something, so they collected the best 101 stories they’d been told in a book. They called it Chicken Soup for the Soul because they wanted t to provide comfort just like their grandmother’s cooking.
They took the book to New York, hoping to sell it to one of the big publishers but every single one turned them down. The project appeared to have stalled until they met Peter Vegso, the owner of a small health and wellness polisher in Florida named HCI. Peter read some of the stories and loved them, so he decided to give the book a chance, becoming Chicken Soup for the Soul’s founding publisher.
Never in Jack and Mark’s wildest dreams had they imagined what the book would become. Chicken Soup for the Soul turned into one of the most popular and loved books ever published, selling 11 million copies around the world. Readers asked for more stories so we published a “second helping” of Chicken Soup for the Soul and a third after that, Today, we’ve published more than 250 books, which have become the best-selling trade paperback book series of all time.
1. What drove Jack and Mark to publish these inspiring stories?A.The rich source of good stories. | B.The demand of audience. |
C.The benefits from the book. | D.The good chance to be famous. |
A.The purpose of the book. | B.The way of cooking. |
C.The taste of chicken. | D.The experiences of children. |
A.Succeeded. | B.Managed. |
C.Stopped. | D.Progressed. |
【推荐2】Normally, I loved birthdays. When my son and three daughters were little, my husband, Charles, and I always made sure to have dinner, followed by a big cake and presents.
Later, when the kids grew up and lived in different states, they always called to wish me a happy birthday. But this year I could have skipped the whole day, knowing there was one call I wouldn’t be receiving, the one from my daughter Patty. She’d passed away unexpectedly just a month before. One thing which made me feel a little calm was a voice message that she’d left on my cell phone the night before she died, telling me she loved me.
Over the following days I played her message of wishes over and over again, listening to the last words she said. “I love you very, very much, Mom.” Then, a couple of weeks before my birthday, while I was doing laundry (洗衣服), I accidentally dropped my phone in the washing machine. Quickly I pulled it out and dried it off, but when I checked my voicemail, Patty’s message was gone. I cried, heartbroken. Day after day I kept checking my voicemail, hoping Patty’s message would reappear. It never did.
On the morning of my birthday, I received my son’s wishes. However, all I wanted for my birthday was to hear Patty’s voice again. “Happy birthday.” Charles said, “let’s go out for dinner and a movie. It might help take your mind off things.” Charles was right. I turned off my phone, settled into my seat in the movie theater and let the film take me away. But the minute it ended I started thinking about Patty again. As we were walking out of the theater, I turned on my phone. It rang, signaling I’d gotten a voice message. Probably just my youngest daughter, Leslie, calling to wish me a happy birthday, I thought.
I dialed up voicemail and the message began. It was Patty’s voice, clear as a bell, saying again, “I love you very, very much, Mom.”
1. How did the family celebrate the author’s birthday when the children were young? (no more than 10 words)2. Why didn’t the author want to celebrate her birthday this year? (no more than 10 words)
3. How do you understand the underlined sentence in the fourth paragraph? (no more than 8 words)
4. What happened when the author was doing some washing one day? (no more than 15 words)
5. What do you think of the story? Give your reasons in your own words. (no more than 20 words)
【推荐3】The Jewish(犹太人)family-had-just finished supper and the woman had placed the dishes in the sink.The kitchen was quite damp and even gloomier than in the main room.It was their third apartment since the start of the war,they had abandoned the other two in a hurry.The woman came back into the room and sat down again at the table.The 3-year-old boy sat with his back straight,his eyes fixed on his father,but it was obvious that he was so sleepy that he could barely sit up.
The man was smoking a cigarette.His eyes were blood-shot and he kept blinking in a funny way.This blinking had begun soon after they fled the second apartment.
It was late,past ten o'clock and they could have gone to sleep,but first they had to play the game that they had been playing every day for two weeks.Even though the man tried his best and he moved very quickly,the fault was his and not the child's.The boy was.marvelous.Seeing his father put out his cigarette,he opened his blue eyes even wider.The woman,who didn't actually take part in the game, stroked the boy's hair.
“We'll play the key game just one more time only today.Isn't that right?"she asked her husband.
He didn't answer because he was not sure.They were still two or three minutes off. He arose and walked towards the bathroom door.Then the woman called out softly,“Ding-dong."At the sound of the bell ringing so musically from his mother's lips,the boy jumped up from his chair and ran to the front door,which was separated from the main room by a narrow corridor.
“Who's there?"he asked.
The woman,remaining in her chair,shut her eyes tight as if feeling a sudden, sharp pain.
“I'll open up in a minute,I'm just looking for the keys,"the child called out. Then he ran back to the main room,making a lot of noise with his feet.He ran in circles around the table,pulled out one of the sideboard drawers,and slammed it shut.
“Just a minute,I can't find them,I don't know where Mama put them,"he yelled,then dragged the chair across the room,climbed onto it,and reached up to the top of the shelf.
“I found them!”he shouted triumphantly.Then he got down from the chair, pushed it back to the table,and calmly walked to the door and opened it.
“Shut the door,darling,"the woman said softly."You were perfect.”
The child didn't hear what she said.He stood in the middle of the room,staring at the closed bathroom door.
“Shut the door, the woman repeated in a tired flat voice.Every evening she repeated the same words,and every evening he stared at the closed bathroom door.
At last it opened.The man was pale and his clothes were streaked with lime and dust.He stood there,eyes blinking in that funny way.
“Well?How did it go?"asked the woman.
“I still need more time.He has to look for them longer.I slip in sideways all right,but then...It's so tight in there that when I turn...And he's got to make more noise-he should stamp his feet louder."
The child didn't take his eyes off him.
“Say something to him,"the woman whispered.
"You did a good job,little one,"he said mechanically.
“That's right,”the woman said,“you're really doing a wonderful job,darling. You act just like a grown-up.And you do know that if someone should really ring the doorbell when Mama is at work,everything will depend on you?And what will you say when they ask you about your parents?”
“Mama's at work.”
“And Papa?"He was silent.
“And Papa?"the man screamed in terror.The child turned pale.
“And Papa?”the man repeated more calmly.
“He's dead,”"the child answered and threw himself at his father,who was standing right beside him,but already long dead to the people who would really ring the bell.
1. What does the underlined sentence in Para.5 mean?A.The family needed to practise the game for another 2 or 3 minutes. |
B.There was still 2 or 3 minutes left before someone knocked at the door. |
C.They would become too sleepy to play the game 2 or 3 minutes later. |
D.The father needed 2 or 3 more minutes before the kid opened the door. |
A.Because he needed to drown out the noise caused by his father. |
B.Because he was too little and just couldn't control his footsteps. |
C.Because he was too anxious to find the key to open the door with. |
D.Because he met many barriers on his way to where the key was. |
A.She was angry because her son didn't close the door as he had been told to. |
B.She felt anxious because she knew her husband would be annoyed at the boy again. |
C.She was disappointed because the boy's movement betrayed again where her husband was. |
D.She was impatient because she was asked to repeat these words again and again every evening. |
A.A Scary Night | B.The Key Game |
C.My Father Is Dead | D.An Innocent Boy |
【推荐1】Have you kept the secrets in your heart? Have you tried to hide anything from others? Is it all right if you don’t tell the truth? You’ll find the answer after reading the following passage.
Marie was Joey’s mother. There was something wrong with her son’s feet. The doctor told her that Joey would be able to walk like others, but would never run very fast. At the age of eight, Joey ran around with the children in his neighborhood. His mother never told him that he wouldn’t be able to run as fast as the other children. So he didn’t know.
In the seventh grade, he decided to try out for a runner on his school team. He ran more than any of the others in order to be chosen. Joey practiced running four to five miles a day--even one day when he had a high fever. Although Marie was worried about him, she never told him he couldn’t run with such a high fever. So he didn’t know.
Two weeks later, Joey made the team. Marie never told him he couldn’t do it. So he didn’t know. He just did it.
Although sometimes we don’t tell others the truth, it can make them optimistic and meet the challenge of their lives bravely. Why not go for it?
1. Joey had some problems with his ________.A.hands | B.feet | C.heart | D.head |
A.孤独的 | B.包容的 | C.乐观的 | D.消极的 |
A.a sunny boy | B.a silly mother |
C.a boy’s love for running | D.a mother’s love for her son |
(①=Para.1②=Para.2③=Para.3④=Para.4⑤=Para.5)
A.①②; ③④; ⑤ | B.①; ②③④; ⑤ |
C.①②;③; ④⑤ | D.①; ②③; ④⑤ |
【推荐2】Three months ago, I broke a vertebra (椎骨) in my lower back. Staying in hospital, I longed for the football pitch like never before. I even joked: “So I have to wear a brace (支具) now when I play football.”
Now came the moment! Waiting for the doctor, I became unbearably impatient. I had waited for three months to find out whether or not I would be cleared to play football again, but the thought of waiting another five minutes seemed impossible. Then Dr. Pittinger entered the room. The question remained unasked and unanswered as we went through the procedures of a physical. The time had finally come. He spoke slowly and softly, but still rather matter-of-factly, as he told me that I would never be able to play football again.
The realization sank in immediately. I wasn’t surprised, but I opposed the idea wholeheartedly. For months after I was released, I continued to work out with the football team. I woke up every morning at five for rehab (康复训练). Even though I was ashamed to wear my back brace, I wore it devotedly. At night, I slept on the floor because my doctor told me that sleeping on a firm surface was good for my back. I was determined to play again.
However, in the end, just as the doctor ordered, I never played another quarter of football. After several nights of coming home from training barely able to walk, I finally gave in. For a while, I felt that giving up was like an admittance of defeat rather than the acceptance of a truth. But over time, I realized no matter what happened, life would go on. Rather than focus on what was undeniably unachievable, I understood that even though this particular option was no longer open to me, I had countless other choices to make in its place.
1. Why was the author impatient when waiting for the doctor?A.Because he disliked wearing a brace. |
B.Because he desired to leave the hospital. |
C.Because he was desperate to know the result. |
D.Because he wanted to be treated immediately. |
A.Unwilling to accept the truth. | B.Disappointed with the treatment. |
C.Regretful over his carelessness. | D.Hopeful of making other choices. |
A.He proved the doctor wrong. | B.He fully recovered from the injury. |
C.He improved his football skills. | D.He failed to return to the football field. |
A.Take life as it comes. |
B.Doing is better than saying. |
C.Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. |
D.The longest journey begins with the first step. |
【推荐3】阅读表达
During the final term of my theater and performance degree at the University of Leeds, I found myself standing outside Berkeley Court care home with three classmates and an underdeveloped idea. We planned to hold some interactive workshops with the residents to try to inspire memory and social engagement.
I remember being nervous, aware that we were working with people who were vulnerable, and that I had no idea what I was doing. Some residents were almost nonverbal, some were clearly not with ability. Some were happy to see us, and some were not.
I had decided to play music at the end of the session. We went with the song My Way because the residents, all roughly 80 years old, were probably listening to the hit song in their late 20s.
Once I pressed play, it was as if a spell had been cast. Nearly everyone in the room stood up and sang what seemed like every word. I was so profoundly moved. Many of them were communicating much better. It looked and felt like magic.
Off I went to drama school, but I thought about that experience almost daily. So when we were given the opportunity to write a script for a theater festival, I created a love story about music and dementia (痴呆), spanning 50 years of a couple’s life.
And now, 10 years later, the show I made is running again in London thanks to the Music for Dementia campaign.
When my grandma was diagnosed with dementia toward the end of her life, I didn’t struggle to communicate with her in the way that other people in their might have done. I felt more able to tune into what she needed and better equipped to see her underneath the disease.
I now know that music-based intervention reduce the need for medication in more than 60% of people living with dementia. I don’t know what My Way would be, but I certainly think we should all strive to find our song and do our best to stay connected to the people we share it with.
1. Why did the author choose the song My Way to play? (No more than 15 words)