1 . Exploring the peaks of the world’s highest mountains has become almost second nature for Poorna Malavath and Kavya Manyapu. It has taken Manyapu to NASA where her research has included designing
Now, these two women have channeled their
Never climbed before, the mountain
Rainy weather conditions that turned to snow at high
And for a relatively
“When we were in the
A.sports | B.space | C.women | D.climber |
A.reach | B.draw | C.cut | D.hold |
A.leading | B.writing | C.exploring | D.mapping |
A.changes | B.raises | C.designs | D.lends |
A.deserted | B.forgotten | C.questioned | D.untouched |
A.presented | B.predicted | C.explained | D.discovered |
A.money | B.advice | C.luggage | D.assistance |
A.temporarily | B.steadily | C.mentally | D.physically |
A.train | B.order | C.guide | D.persuade |
A.altitude | B.midnight | C.expense | D.speed |
A.ended | B.began | C.rained | D.snowed |
A.slowly | B.rapidly | C.happily | D.shyly |
A.skillful | B.learned | C.strange | D.green |
A.tent | B.school | C.hole | D.lab |
A.inform | B.tease | C.motivate | D.praise |
2 . We can create learning moments that students remember forever if we open up our classrooms to awe and wonder.
Toward the end of my high school year, our Spanish teacher organized a trip to see an Andean band perform in Philadelphia. My classmates and I egged one another on ironically (讽刺地): Who could enjoy the show? The performers’ clothing seemed odd. The instruments, strange. But then the performers kicked in, dancing to their bombo and wancara drums around the stage and the panpipes and quena announced a kind of sound—new to us.
We had spent too little time discussing the culture of the Inca in social studies but its traditions came alive for us that evening. Once the wonderful performance lit up the stage and the hall filled up with music, my teenage cynicism disappeared. I rose out of my chair to dance with honest joy.
I have spent the last seven years living and working in South America. But my thirst for cultural exploration and a desire to understand the world outside my language and country has been alive longer than that. Sometimes I think that night dancing to those ancient rhythms unlocked this fascination. Why do I remember it so clearly decades later?
In his recent book Awe: The New Science of Everyday Wonder and How It Can Transform Your Life, psychology professor Dacher Keltner explains that “brief moments of awe are as good for your mind and body as anything you might do.” Besides being a memorable emotion, awe boosts curiosity, builds humility, helps with critical thinking, and makes people feel more connected. It even makes us happier. “Twenty years into teaching happiness,” Keltner writes about how to find deep happiness, “I have an answer: FIND AWE.”
Moving forward, let’s do our best to build instances of awe into our curriculum (课程). So when our former students approach us on the subway years later, they will recall the magical moments from their days spent in our classes.
1. How did the students initially react to the Andean band’s performance?A.They showed respect for it. | B.They approached it with doubt. |
C.They left in disappointment. | D.They felt joyful to appreciate it. |
A.A deep understanding of music. | B.A strong enthusiasm for exploration. |
C.A negative attitude to the world. | D.A sense of connection with society. |
A.The importance of finding happiness in life. |
B.The lasting impact of a memorable experience. |
C.The benefits of understanding different cultures. |
D.The positive role of awe in improving one’s life. |
A.Teachers. | B.High school graduates. |
C.Parents. | D.Psychology researchers. |
3 . Like everybody else in America, I was looking for a side job that can make a few extra dollars, so I can afford my favorite things.
So I read all the articles about taking surveys (for pennies) or becoming a remote receptionist. I even briefly considered delivering pizzas, but I realized I’d be fired after the first night for picking all the sausages off customers’ pizzas and leaving just the bar e dough (面团).
I leafed through one of my four copies of Infinite Jest, and an idea slowly formed. I could sell books. My books. No, not books I’ve actually written, but all of the hundreds of books I’ve compulsively purchased over the years and never quite gotten around to. Since all roads lead to Amazon, I requested permission to join Amazon Marketplace.
After a certain age, you forget about the person you used to be. Apparently, I was a person who thought deep thoughts. Part of me wishes I was still that person, someone with intellectual curiosity.
But I forgot about all that when I discovered that my copy of Steve Martin’s 1977 masterpiece Cruel Shoes is worth $35.Should I hang onto it? It can only appreciate in value, right? What if Steve Martin dies? The price will go through the roof.
A year has gone by. I’ve added 10 books to the “sell” pile, and only after the kind of painful internal debate usually reserved for buying a new home. And even though I owned three copies of The Gunslinger, I felt ambivalent about letting it go. It was a book, and I loved it. I loved the memories of where I was in my life when I first bought it at a mall bookstore. The mall is gone. And now the book is.
But each book reminds me that authors live forever through their work. Each book, too, reminds me of a younger me, and I don’t want to let that younger me go.
So, please, whatever you do, don’t buy my books.
1. Why did the author join Amazon Marketplace?A.To get rid of boring daily life. | B.To collect secondhand books. |
C.To get some extra income. | D.To sell the books he wrote. |
A.Someone thirsty for knowledge. | B.Someone with unrealistic ideas. |
C.Someone addicted to the Internet. | D.Someone expert at doing business. |
A.Relieved. | B.Hesitant. | C.Pleased. | D.Nervous. |
A.Greedy. | B.Knowledgeable. | C.Humorous. | D.Considerate. |
4 . A year back I received a full scholarship to attend the University of San Francisco. All of my hard work had paid off. My mom had spent a lot in my attending a private high school, so I made sure to push myself: I volunteered, joined different clubs, and graduated with honors.
I was so excited to start a new life. I had totally packed two weeks and wanted to go to college at once before it was time to leave.
Soon enough, the big day came, but it wasn’t like what I had thought. The first two weeks were the most difficult days of my entire life. Every night I would cry myself to sleep.
I was so homesick (想家) and I didn’t know how to deal with my broken heart. To distract myself, I threw myself into my studies and I applied for a lot of jobs. In any remaining free time, I started forcing myself to the gym. I wanted to keep every part of my day busy so I wouldn’t think how lonely I felt.
Soon after, I began to limit food, and then I became worse. Finally, I went to see a doctor. When the doctor weighed me, I was crazy about the number of my weight. So I continued to lower my goal, and convinced that controlling this number was the solution to my homesickness. But when I was told that I had no choice but to spend time on my studies. I quickly started recovery in my mind.
How could I do? I told myself that school was what I was best at. I decided to get rid of my homesickness and took exercise actively. My first term of college had passed by at last and I had gotten straight A’s. That’s why I want to share my story—to help other students feel less lonely.
1. How was the author during the two weeks before she left for the college?A.She was as normal as before. |
B.She couldn’t wait to leave for the college. |
C.She was afraid to leave her home. |
D.She didn’t enjoy her mother’s company. |
A.Her weight. | B.Her diet. |
C.Her homesickness. | D.Her bad study habit. |
A.achieve my dream | B.earn money by myself |
C.improve my studies | D.take my attention away |
A.To look back at her past middle school life. |
B.To help girls to lose weight. |
C.To help lonely college students. |
D.To increase her own confidence. |
My dad worked in construction. His day started early and ended late. All he wanted to do was crash on the couch and relax when he got home. For the most part that was what he did. No one complained; we were just happy when he was home.
But one hot and muggy summer, when my parents’ nineteenth anniversary was coming up, they made plans to go out, just the two of them. The big day finally arrived and Dad got home at seven. Mom had fed me early. She was dressed in her finest and wearing her favorite pair of high heels when he came in. He came through the kitchen and headed for the family room. It was obvious he was hot and tired.
“Honey, I just need a thirty-minute nap and then we will go out to eat,” he said as he sat down on the couch. Mom was already on her way over to the couch to give him a fresh cup of hot coffee. She bent over and kissed him on the head and said, “I’ll be ready whenever you are.”
I knew how important this evening was to my mother, but before long Dad was fast asleep. Then I watched my mother do the strangest thing. She reached into the refrigerator and took out eggs and bacon. Soon she had a batch of biscuits baking in the oven.
Before my eyes she piled a plate full of his favorite foods. As she set another fresh cup of coffee on the end table she bent down and kissed him while whispering in his ear. “It’s time to wake up.”
He sat up on the edge of the couch. As he looked up he found my mom standing in front of him with his dinner. “Honey, I promised you I would take you out to dinner and I meant it.” he said sincerely.
Mom sat down beside him on the couch as he took the plate of food. She said, “I know you would, but I also know you’ve had a hard day and you’re tired. What’s important is that we are together. We can go out any time for dinner.”
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My dad sat there, holding the plate of dinner prepared by my mom.
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Suddenly, the doorbell rang and I knew my special package for them came.
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The skies were clear, not a cloud in sight. Although the calmness of the atmosphere should seem to ease my state of mind, my fear of heights overpowered any positive thoughts about the coming dive. Although I was terrified, I grew the courage to take a glance and was shocked by the breathtaking view that my eyes laid upon. The tops of the cloud gave forth a gold lining around them. “Oh, how beautiful!” I said to myself.
It was time to start preparing for my first dive. We rode into town and purchased some equipment such as a vest, a regulator and a tank. Everything seemed to be in good condition to dive with. All of my equipment was ready to see the waters.
We then ventured across the island to the spot where we were to begin our dive. Getting out of the car, I noticed that the air was quiet and misty. The wind was curiously strong and carried a cold chill(寒意)with it. “This is where we will get in,” the diving instructor said.
I was told that, in order to access the water, I had to jump. Now, this was not a simple “jump”. “There is little chance that I can do that. Do you even realize how high up we are?” I said to my mother. “Yes, you can! Just trust yourself. Just think of it as your chance to feel like you are flying,” my mother encouraged me.
My mother just could not seem to understand how fearful I was. My heart was beating violently. I was almost certain that the fish could even hear my heartbeat. Terrified and shaking uncontrollably, I could not make myself jump. The sound of the waves made me terrified. The waves were rhythmically pounding into the side of the bank, so violently that the water reached the same height that I stood.
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Although terrified, I gathered courage and told myself that I could do it.
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Once in the water, I opened my eyes to a whole new world.
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Like many kids, last summer I learned to ride a bike. Only I am in my 30s. When I was a child, I had no one to teach me. My mum never learned. My parents divorced (离婚) when I was 4, and in an attempt to perform parental responsibility, my father bought a bicycle for my brother and me to share.
My mum later remarried. When my brother and I were laughed at because we were the only kids past 6 years old who still relied on training wheels, my stepdad removed them, but in doing that, I lost interest and trust in the activity. I was so scared—I was quite tall for my age at 7 and I was worried I’d fall off. I thought I was too old to learn too.
Not knowing how to ride didn’t bother me initially, until we moved to the suburbs, where bicycles were popular. On trips to the convenience store to buy candy with my friends, I was always the last to arrive, on foot. By then, I was 12 years old.
In my early 30s, I remember feeling envious as I watched children as young as 3 learn to balance on bikes. Among them were my neighbours, whom I would occasionally babysit. Then something changed. The fear within was still there, but something much stronger was taking over.
I decided to join a women’s bike-riding workshop. There, I stood in an urban park, determined to overcome my fear. Meeting women from diverse backgrounds, all seeking cycling skills for various reasons, strengthened my determination. The first thing I noticed was how different each person’s learning curve (曲线) was. Some were balancing in no time, while others, like me, needed a bit more time. The workshop was a safe space, full of encouragement and support. Each time I fell, there were hands to help me up, and every time I made progress, there were cheers to celebrate it. Several weeks later, I learned to ride.
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To enjoy the joy of riding, I bought my own bike.
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8 . The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. Many people
Surely we ought to hold fast to life, for it is
We remember a beauty that
A recent experience re-taught me this truth. I was
One morning, I had to have some additional tests. The required machines were located in a building at the opposite end of the hospital, so I had to be
As we
I looked to see whether anyone else enjoyed the sun’s golden glow, but everyone was
Never too busy for the wonder and the awe of life. Embrace each hour,
A.take | B.put | C.make | D.get |
A.closed | B.tight | C.open | D.smooth |
A.amazing | B.surprising | C.frightening | D.frustrating |
A.gossip | B.fact | C.message | D.truth |
A.faded | B.ran | C.escaped | D.jumped |
A.tackled | B.reflected | C.failed | D.succeeded |
A.hospitalized | B.transferred | C.exchanged | D.delivered |
A.rolled | B.wheeled | C.pushed | D.pulled |
A.jumped | B.turned | C.disappeared | D.emerged |
A.horrible | B.terrible | C.awesome | D.shocking |
A.smiling | B.hurrying | C.trembling | D.lying |
A.indifferent | B.patient | C.innocent | D.excellent |
A.useful | B.expensive | C.valueless | D.precious |
A.strike | B.hit | C.seize | D.use |
A.accept | B.give up | C.stick to | D.cope with |
I was making my morning coffee and wondering how I would get through the day, especially with the rain coming down, when I caught sight of Tony’s photo on the wall, which showed Tony posing with a group of hunting dogs. I stared out the window, thinking of Tony. If only he really were still here.
Tony served in the Navy and we moved around a lot, every three years to a new naval base(海军基地).It didn’t matter where we lived as long as we were together. After Tony retired, we moved into a farmhouse in north Georgia. I imagined a lifetime of sipping sweet tea on the back porch(门廊), while Tony shared stories about hunting. His dream was to raise a hunting dog. Meanwhile, I had my heart set on getting a sweet Yorkie, a little dog that could fit in my handbag.
We had so many plans, so many dreams. But some months after we’d moved in, I found Tony on the porch, looking unsettled. “Doctor says my liver is failing,” he said. “I’ll need an operation.” In my eyes, he’d always been invincible(不可战胜的). I didn’t want to believe he could die. I was overcome with grief when Tony died two months after the operation.
Our farmhouse, which had once been so lively and filled with laughter, was terribly quiet. So dark and empty. There was no one to greet me when I came home from work, no one to sit with on the back porch and no one to walk with around our property.
I stared out the window at the rain, which was coming down even heavier now. I was about to head back to the kitchen when I happened to notice movement.
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Something small and furry emerged from the woods in the backyard.
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I stared at the dog in amazement.
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I sat in my parents’ car. Mom had insisted I go with her to pick up Dad from work. Across from Dad’s office is a bike store. That was the day my eleven-year-old eyes first saw the purple BMX Mongoose bike. From that day on, all I could think about was that bike. I even drew pictures of the bike in class. Every evening afterward, at five thirty, I eagerly went along with Mom to get Dad.
And every day I told my parents, “I want that bike!” But they disagreed and replied that I had already had a perfectly good bike at home. I’d argue it was old and ugly, thinking that my happiness depended on that purple bike. Days later, I found the store had sold that bike. I knew I’d never be happy again.
A week later, returning home from school, I tripped over something. Lying in the weeds near a river and some wooded lots, was a bike — the exact bike from the store. “Hey, whose bike is this?” I shouted, scanning the area. No one replied, and there was no one in sight. Maybe its owner didn’t want it any longer. I couldn’t leave it lying in the weeds. So I took it home and hid it behind the garage. Every day after school, I sat there, admiring it. But I didn’t feel like riding and didn’t feel as happy as I had thought. Thinking about the bike made my stomach tighten and uncomfortable.
A few days later, during lunch at school, my friend said, “Did you hear about Tyler, in the other fifth-grade class? He lost his new purple BMX Mongoose bike he had just gotten for his birthday. He left it by a river while playing in the woods. It got dark, and he couldn’t find it.”
“I’d never go off and leave a new bike like that. He doesn’t deserve to have that bike,” I replied. My friend added, “Kids say he’s nice. And they say Tyler is upset because his dad worked overtime to buy the bike for him.” For the rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tyler.
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After school, I returned home and dragged to my room.
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