When I was 12 years old, my grandparents passed away. I was really close to them, and losing them was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or think; I felt like I couldn’t ever breathe. It was as if my whole world had fallen down from under me, and I fell into this huge hole of depression.
Although I was battling depression, I was determined to make my high school years the best of my life. It was difficult to be happy, but I had to try. I joined Women’s Choir (合唱团). Mr. Wright was the choral director and he was so funny that the first day, I just knew I had made the best decision of my life.
As the year progressed, I loved chorus more and more. I began to smile again and really enjoy life.
Then one day that all changed. My friends—or those that I thought were my friends—started talking about me behind my back. I was hurt, and I sat by myself. Mr. Wright came over and asked what was wrong. The look in his eyes told me I could trust him, Trying hard to hold back tears, I told him the whole story.
When I finished, he nodded and told me, “If you never learn anything from me, learn this: No one is worth stealing your joy.” What Mr. Wright said really struck a chord (心弦) in my heart. He truly cared about me and what was going on. He not only saved me but influenced every day of it.
I began to realize that my happiness didn’t depend on what others thought of me. I slowly let go of the hurt and pain, and with each passing day, I felt myself regaining the strength to smile again. The chorus became my sanctuary (避难所), a place where I could lose myself in the beauty of music and forget about the world’s troubles.
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Out of gratitude for all of these, I decided to write a letter to Mr. Wright.
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One day, the boy was preparing himself for a running competition in his small village. A large crowd had gathered to witness the sporting event. A wise old man had travelled far to bear witness also. The race began. The boy with his determination, strength and power took the winning line and came to the first. The crowd were excited, cheering and waving at the boy. However, the wise man remained still and calm, expressing no excitement. The little boy, however, felt proud and important.
A second race was called and two new young fit challengers came forward to run with him. The race was started and sure enough the little boy came through and finished first. Once again the crowd was excited again, and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm again, expressing no excitement. The little boy, however, felt proud and important.
Another race, the wise old man stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new challengers, an elderly weak lady and a blind man. “What is this?” the little boy was puzzled. “This is no race!” he claimed. “Race,” said the wise man.
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The race was started and the boy was the only finisher.
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“Race again,” replied the wise man, “this time finish together with all three of you.”
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I grew up in a small town where the primary school was a ten-minute walk from my house. When the noon bell rang, I would race breathlessly home. My mother would be standing at the top of the stairs, smiling down at me.
One lunchtime when I was in the third grade will stay with me always. I had been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had rehearsed (排练) my lines so hard with me. But no matter how easily I acted at home, as soon as I stepped onstage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained that she had written a narrator’s (旁白的) part to the play, and asked me to change roles. Her words, kindly expressed, still hurt, especially when I saw my part go to another girl.
I didn’t tell my mother what had happened when I went home for lunch that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to walk in the yard.
It was a lovely spring day and the rose vine (藤蔓) was turning green. Under the huge trees, we could see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) in the grass in bunch, as if a painter had touched our landscape with gold. I watched my mother casually bend down by one dandelion. “I think I’m going to dig up all these weeds,” she said, pulling it up by its roots. “From now on, we’ll have only roses in this garden.”
“But I like dandelions,” I protested. “All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions.”
My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn’t it?” She asked thoughtfully. I nodded, pleased that I had won her over. “And that is true of people too,” she added. “Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that.” Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled.
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“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said, encouraging and comforting me as usual.
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After the play, I took home the flower.
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4 . New App Helps People Remember Faces
Large gatherings such as weddings and conferences can be socially overwhelming. Pressure to learn people’s names only adds to the stress. A new facial-recognition app could come to the rescue, but privacy experts recommend proceeding with caution.
The app, called Social Recall, connects names with faces via smartphone cameras and facial recognition, potentially avoiding the need for formal introductions. “ It breaks down these social barriers we all have when meeting somebody, ” says Barry Sandrew, who created the app and tested it at an event attended by about 1,000 people.
After receiving an invitation to download Social Recall from an event organizer, the user is asked to take two selfies and sign in via social media. At the event, the app is active within a previously defined geographical area. When a user points his or her phone camera at an attendee’s face, the app identifies the individual, displays the name, and links to his or her social media profile. To protect privacy, it recognizes only those who have agreed to participate. And the app’s creators say it automatically deletes users’ data after an event.
The start-up has also developed a version of the app for individuals who suffer from prosopagnosia, or “ face blindness, ” a condition that prevents people from recognizing individuals they have met. To use this app, a person first acquires an image of someone’s face, from either the smartphone’s camera or a photograph, and then tags it with a name. When the camera spots that same face in real life, the previously entered information is displayed. The collected data are stored only on a user’s phone, according to the team behind the app.
Ann Cavoukian, a privacy expert who runs the Privacy by Design Center of Excellence praises the app’s creators for these protective measures. She cautions, however, that when people choose to share their personal information with the app, they should know that “ there may be unintended consequences down the road with that information being used in another context that might come back to bite you. ”
1. Social Recall is used to ________ .A.take photos | B.identify people | C.organize events | D.make friends |
A.how the app works | B.how the app was created |
C.what makes the app popular | D.what people can do with the app |
A.giving names to the photos kept in their smartphones |
B.collecting information previously entered in the phone |
C.providing the information of a person when they first meet |
D.showing the person’s information when it spots a stored face |
A.It may put people’s privacy under threat. |
B.It has caused unintended consequences. |
C.It can prevent some communication disorders. |
D.It is praised by all users for its protective measures. |
1. Who gave the woman her first mountain bike?
A.Her father. | B.Her uncle. | C.Her brother. |
A.The road was full of rocks. |
B.She was too tired. |
C.Someone appeared on the road suddenly. |
A.Making sure the bike is in good condition. |
B.Looking at the route in advance. |
C.Doing sports to keep fit. |
A.They’re comfortable. | B.They’re pretty. | C.They’re tight. |
1.旅行信息(如景点等);
2.当地特色(如食品等);
3.注意事项。
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2.开头和结尾已给出,不计入总数;
3.可以适当增加细节,以使行文连贯。
Dear Sir or Madam,
I'm Li Hua,a Chinese student,studying in Ottawa. I'm writing to
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Yours,
Li Hua
7 . Although problems are a part of our lives, it certainly doesn't mean that we let them rule our lives forever. One day or another, you'll have to stand up and say—problems, I don't want you in my life.
But good news is that all problems can be dealt with. Now read on to know how to solve your problems.
Talk, it really helps. What most of us think is that our problem can be understood only by us and that no talking is going to help.
Write your problems.
Don't lose faith and hope. No matter what you lose in life, don't lose faith and hope. Even if you lose all your money, family…you should still have faith.
Your problems aren't the worst. No matter what problem you get in life, there are another one million people whose problems are huger than yours.
Go about and solve your problems because every problem, however big or small, always has a way out.
A.Of course, we've been fighting troubles ever since we were born. |
B.When we have a problem, a pressing, critical, urgent, life-threatening problem, how do we try and solve it? |
C.Having a personal diary can also be of huge help if you don't want a real person to talk with. |
D.But the truth is that when you talk about it, you're setting free the negative energies that have been gathering within you. |
E.We can often overcome the problem and achieve the goal by making a direct attack. |
F.Tell yourself:when they can deal with them, why can't I? |
G.With faith and hope, you can rebuild everything that you lose. |
1. How does the man feel about the football training?
A.Hard and boring. |
B.Exciting and funny. |
C.Strict and long. |
A.The man is sure that their team will win the cup. |
B.The Northern City team will surely win the cup. |
C.The man's team will surely score at least four goals in the match. |
A.During the football training. |
B.After the man scored a goal. |
C.Before an important football match. |
9 . A woman was drowning and she put her hand in the air with her last energy. She was only moments away from
He had just walked in at 6:55 a. m. and a fellow lifeguard
Mr.Reid said as he
Another lifeguard, Anthony Carroll, raced to the rescue, and he even made a separate rescue. “She is a very lucky lady,” Mr. Reid said. “She had two of the country’s
The woman was
A.sorrow | B.death | C.failure | D.disappointment |
A.save | B.catch | C.take | D.bring |
A.finally | B.possibly | C.usually | D.extremely |
A.looked up | B.turned up | C.took up | D.rang up |
A.firmly | B.gradually | C.actually | D.eventually |
A.noticed | B.ignored | C.understood | D.hurt |
A.lost | B.found | C.felt | D.made |
A.lifeguards | B.swimmers | C.tourists | D.policemen |
A.walk | B.swim | C.die | D.sink |
A.screaming | B.laughing | C.smiling | D.singing |
A.special | B.free | C.smart | D.best |
A.method | B.boat | C.route | D.routine |
A.see | B.reach | C.call | D.move |
A.careful | B.useful | C.hopeful | D.grateful |
A.acted | B.had | C.played | D.realized |
At noon that day, I drove back to my house after the performance. Just as I entered the living room, I heard a gentle sound coming from the bedroom upstairs—it was the sound of my favorite violin.
“Thief!”
I dashed upstairs. Sure enough, as expected, a boy of about 12 years old was petting my violin. The boy had messy hair and a thin face, his oversized coat seemingly filled with something. At first glance, I found a new pair of shoes missing. It seemed that he was surely a thief.
Then, I saw his eyes full of fear and despair. My anger was immediately replaced by a smile, I asked, “Are you Mr. Ram’s nephew, Michael? I’m his housekeeper. Two days ago, I heard his nephew living in the countryside will come. It must be you. You’re really like him!”
On hearing my words, the boy was first astonished, but then quickly said, “Has my uncle gone out? I think I’d better first go out for a walk and visit him again in a while.”
I nodded and asked the boy who was preparing to put down the violin, “Do you like to play the violin so much?”
“Yes, but I’m so poor that I can’t afford it,” the boy replied.
“Then, I give this violin to you.” The boy looked at me questioningly, but he picked up the violin. Going out to the living room, he suddenly saw on the wall my huge color photo I performed in the Sydney Opera House. He involuntarily trembled for a moment and ran out without looking back.
I was sure that the boy had understood what happened because no one would decorate the living room with the housekeeper’s photo.
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After the competition, “Michael” ran to me, holding a violin box.
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