This is a true story of my grandfather James. In the 1930s, Grandpa was a school kid and took a part-time job in a theater. One day, during a break when the audience were going to the bathroom, he was shocked to see three very huge rats which crossed the aisles (过道) and went under the seats. Grandpa feared the audience would be hurt.
When the movie was over, Grandpa told the manager what he saw. The manager was anxious, and said they couldn’t use poisons to drive the rats away. Grandpa suggested putting cats in the theater at night when it was closed. The manager agreed and gave grandpa the task of putting the cats in the theater at night, but grandpa had to be there in the morning to remove the cats and any dead rat that might be around.
The next day, grandpa found two cats. At the end of the night when the movie was over, he brought the cats into the theater as “night guards”. Then, he left and headed home, excitedly thinking about how many dead rats there would be when he went to the theater in the morning.
The next morning, grandpa hurried to the theater to take care of the cats and all of those dead rats before he went to school. After reaching the theater, he opened the front door, to his surprise, the two cats rushed out of the door and down the street at once. Confused, grandpa entered the theater and turned on the light. To his surprise, he couldn’t find one dead rat.
Soon, grandpa and the manager found out that the rats were so big that the cats were actually scared of them. Grandpa wondered how to deal with the problem. When grandpa got home from school that day, he told his parents what had happened. They laughed and told him that the best way was to get a Rat Terrier dog. They said it’s a type of dog that is good at killing rats. Although grandpa doubted it, he decided to have a try.
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Grandpa reached the local dog shelter and asked if they had a Rat Terrier.
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To check whether the dog had killed any rats, the next morning grandpa got up very early.
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2 . The sun is shinning. I get on No. 151 bus. I’m heading for my office. The sight on the bus is striking: People sit so close together, using those thin sheets of newspapers to keep their distance.
As the bus approaches the National Park, a voice suddenly rings out, “Attention! Attention! This is your driver speaking.”
No one speaks. We look at the back of the driver’s head. His voice carries authority. “Put your papers down. All of you.” The newspapers come down and they are placed on our laps.
“Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go ahead.” Amazingly, we all do it. Still, no one smiles. Just follow the order.
I face an old woman, her head wrapped tightly in a red scarf. I see her nearly everyday. Our eyes meet. We wait for the next order from the driver. We smile to each other. There is a feeling of relief. The barrier (隔阂) has been broken. We cannot help saying, “Good morning, neighbor.”
It is not so hard after all. Some of us repeat it. Others shake hands. Many laugh. The bus driver says nothing more. Slowly, I hear laughter, a warm sound I have never heard before on the bus.
When we reach my stop, I say good-bye to my seatmate, and then jump from the doorstep. As No. 151 bus drives away, I smile as I watch the happy faces of the passengers. This day is starting off better than most.
1. Where does the story take place according to the passage?| A．On a street. | B．On a bus. | C．In a park. | D．In an office. |
| A．Supportive. | B．Negative. | C．Unclear. | D．Doubtful. |
| A．To stress the effect of reading on people. | B．To introduce the ways of communicating. |
| C．To ask people to use more public transport. | D．To encourage people to break the barriers. |
3 . Years ago, I celebrated my 40th birthday with several friends in a restaurant. Many of us arrived ahead of time and waited
As we stood on the sidewalk, a homeless man
While the homeless man was
Obviously, I
| A．in | B．beyond | C．outside | D．opposite |
| A．interrupted | B．approached | C．recognized | D．attracted |
| A．food | B．advice | C．direction | D．money |
| A．quietly | B．bitterly | C．sadly | D．wildly |
| A．rather | B．still | C．too | D．extremely |
| A．seeing | B．feeling | C．hearing | D．observing |
| A．disagreed | B．nodded | C．shouted | D．doubted |
| A．unprepared | B．suitable | C．anxious | D．grateful |
| A．reached into | B．looked into | C．searched for | D．headed for |
| A．returned | B．paid | C．afforded | D．offered |
| A．Once | B．Although | C．Since | D．If |
| A．raising | B．earning | C．accepting | D．withdrawing |
| A．directly | B．surprisingly | C．happily | D．angrily |
| A．Fate | B．Ambition | C．Belief | D．Life |
| A．delighted | B．embarrassed | C．hesitant | D．willing |
| A．turn | B．put | C．pour | D．break |
| A．benefited | B．gained | C．saved | D．purchased |
| A．lessons | B．skills | C．goals | D．styles |
| A．only | B．hardly | C．almost | D．always |
| A．importance | B．amusement | C．value | D．interest |
4 . Brenda had a car accident that resulted in one of her legs being cut off. Since then she didn’t talk to anyone.
“I wish I could bring her friends to visit her,” Brenda’s mother said to the nurse. “But it’s too long a bus trip.” The nurse smiled, “Don’t worry. We have a plan.”
Later that day, the nurse asked Brenda to move to another room filled with light and music. “Here’s your new roommate, Annie Wiggle-Do,” the nurse said, pointing to a dark-haired teenager on the other bed. Annie smiled. As soon as the nurse left, she hopped (单脚跳) out of her bed and sat on Brenda’s.
“I lost one of my legs from bone cancer,” she said. “What happened to yours?” Brenda was so shocked that she couldn’t form a word. “You’re lucky,” Annie continued. “You’ve still got your knee. They had to take mine.”
Annie hopped back to her bed. “I’d like to have a chat with you, but my friends are coming any time now, so I have to get ready,”Annie said when she took off her “hair”! Her head was completely bald.
“Oh, you know, I lost my hair. But check this sign out!” Annie took out her wigs (假发), brown and yellow, long and short, straight and curly.
“That’s when I thought up ‘Annie Wiggle-Do’”, Annie said. “Get it? Any wig will do? Annie Wiggle-Do?”
When Annie’s friends came, she introduced Brenda to them all. Before long, Brenda started chatting with Annie and her friends happily. After the visitors left, the two girls talked and shared their dreams with each other. When it was time to go to bed, Brenda said, “Night, Annie Wiggle-Do. Can’t wait till morning.”
1. Why didn’t Brenda’s friends come to visit her?| A．She wasn’t allowed any visitors. | B．She didn’t want to see her friends. |
| C．Her friends were far away from her. | D．Her friends didn’t know she had an accident. |
| A．bought her a wig | B．had a party |
| C．let her share the same room with Annie | D．moved her to a room filled with flowers |
| A．discovered that Annie’s head was bald | B．was too surprised to say anything |
| C．thought up “Annie Wiggle-Do” | D．shared her dream with Annie |
| A．Patient. | B．Careful. | C．Strong. | D．Polite. |
When I was little, I used to walk with my grandmother on a quiet and small road across which she and my grandfather lived. My grandfather rarely joined us. He was a seemingly strict man, an ex-soldier who. usually held back his emotions, especially his affection(喜爱). He wasn’t a man who hugged me often when I was a child, but I had never doubted his love for me.
Grandma and I would walk, hand in hand, moving at an equal pace. The sun would be shining; the birds would be singing. We would chat about this and that, or just walk in silence, enjoying the outdoors and each other’s company. Yet, for me, these times were not just a chance to get some exercise or be with my grandmother, though both were important. These walks were treasure hunts.
More often than not, at the road’s edge, there would be money. Not lots of it — I cent here, 5 cents there. Sometimes, on really lucky days, I’d find 10 cents or even 25. I’d pick up these coins, proudly show Grandma and joyfully put them into my pockets. Some days, I wouldn’t find anything. “Maybe next time, ” my grandmother would say. Other days, I’d come back from our walk with more than twenty-five cents to put in my piggy bank, or to buy candies — a treat for a six-year-old child.
Looking back now, it wasn’t even the money that was such a big deal; it was the joy of discovery. It was the hope of finding something small left or forgotten along the side of the road. It made me feel so lucky and so special. Yet, it wasn’t until years later, when I was in my late twenties, that the simple memory meant much more to me than simply the happiness of a child. It was my mother who told me the secret which brought a whole new meaning to my experience.
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“Remember when you used to walk with Grandma and find money?” Mother asked.
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Now, I would do the same thing my grandfather did.
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I used to believe… |
When I was small, I thought my toys played at night, just like what the toys did in the movie Toy Story. I often woke up to watch my toys, but they did not move at all. So I learned that some movies are not true in real life.
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When I was young, I thought Santa Claus was real. With my brother, I put flour (面粉) on the floor on Christmas Eve. The next day, we found some big footprints. One day, when I was 13, my father told me he did that. It was funny.
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When I was a little boy, my parents often touched my nose and then they put the thumb between their fingers to make me think that it was my nose and they had taken my nose.
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When I was a little kid, I thought people could be anything they want, so I decided to become a giraffe when I grew up.
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| A．To drink water. | B．To meet Santa Claus. |
| C．To find out what her toys did. | D．To watch her favourite movies. |
| A．Celia. | B．Santa Claus. | C．Celia’s brother. | D．Celia’s father. |
| A．In a diary. | B．In a magazine. | C．On a website. | D．In the newspaper. |
7 . I make the most and the least sense when I’m riding my bike. It’s one of the rare things in life that lets you escape from the world, while also connecting you to it. I love to drive my way through forests, around lakes, and into little communities I never knew existed.
Along the way, my brain escapes from stress. Life quiets down to simple rhythms. Problems seem to disappear. Throw in a good podcast or music, and I’ll be gone for hours. On a nice long ride, you start finding new layers of yourself, new bursts of energy. That’s when I feel like my body is actually weightless.
Riding a bike is especially good for people like me, who have long-running knee problems.
I’m missing a fairly important ligamen(韧带)in my left knee — a surgeon took it out on my 1st birthday, along with a tumor that had grown under my kneecap. That meant I learned to walk in a full leg cas(石膏). One leg grew a little shorter than the other, making me self-conscious about the special shoes I wore. But on a bike, I was just like anyone else. And my doctor told me from an early age that riding a bike would build up muscles to help hold my knee together.
The idea of being a “serious” cyclist still strikes me as a bit funny. After all, riding is fun. And when you’re riding for fitness, it usually means you’re using a very efficient machine not to get from point A to B, but just to ride around in a loop, with your feet moving in circles. That’s not to say I don’t keep track of my average speed after a long ride, or my monthly mileage. Those statistics are a way for me to compete with myself, and stay motivated.
I’m glad cycling has helped me stay healthy. But I love that it’s given me a place to release the pressure. Leaning over my handlebars, I’ve come to terms with setbacks and made plans for the future.
1. What can the author benefit from the cycling?| A．Losing weight. | B．Making his body energetic. |
| C．Getting enough fresh air. | D．Setting off for an adventure. |
| A．To show his talent. | B．To learn a new skill. |
| C．To build up his confidence. | D．To help him recover from illness. |
| A．Persistent. | B．Self-conscious . | C．Demanding. | D．Sweet-tempered. |
| A．Life always makes sense. | B．That’s why I love cycling. |
| C．I can do everything I want. | D．I do some crazy things on my bike. |
8 . Fiona Famous was a popular girl. She got on well with everyone and was so busy that she
Everything
Arriving home, Fiona asked her mother where she could
“But I want to be everybody’s friend! I need to share my
“You can’t be a close friend to everybody. There isn’t enough time. It’s only
Hearing this, Fiona
| A．hardly | B．eventually | C．gradually | D．finally |
| A．sad | B．confused | C．disappointed | D．blessed |
| A．happened | B．changed | C．faded | D．worsened |
| A．cakes | B．promises | C．presents | D．comments |
| A．donated | B．replaced | C．sold | D．shared |
| A．received | B．digested | C．prepared | D．arranged |
| A．difficult | B．terrible | C．easy | D．relaxing |
| A．promised | B．suspected | C．perceived | D．predicted |
| A．congratulated | B．persuaded | C．reminded | D．calmed |
| A．interacted | B．stayed | C．watched | D．studied |
| A．find | B．create | C．maintain | D．reserve |
| A．knowledge | B．skills | C．friends | D．appearance |
| A．deserve | B．want | C．defend | D．collect |
| A．energy | B．money | C．affection | D．preference |
| A．time | B．belief | C．dreams | D．gifts |
| A．natural | B．usual | C．possible | D．necessary |
| A．realized | B．proved | C．guessed | D．regretted |
| A．refused | B．failed | C．decided | D．tried |
| A．grateful | B．generous | C．available | D．brave |
| A．coming up | B．setting off | C．getting down | D．going through |
Grandma called me in from the yard. “Would you please go to the store for me? I’m ready to bake rolls, and there isn’t enough yeast(酵母). Take a quarter from my little change purse.”
I found Grandma’s purse and put the quarter in my pocket. I was soon in the little general store that served our farming community.
“Mr.Jenkins,”I said,“Grandma needs some yeast.”
Mr.Jenkins set three cakes of yeast on the counter(柜台). His eyes twinkled(眨眼), and he smiled at me. “And what do you need?”
Í knew what he meant. I was always allowed to pick a cent’s candy when I came to the store with Grandma.But Grandma wasn’t here, and she hadn’t said anything about spending a penny.
“How much change do I have from a quarter?” I asked.
“Four cents,” Mr. Jenkins replied. “The yeast is seven cents a cake.”
I thought that over quickly. I would have four cents back. I was sure Grandma wouldn’t care if l spent one cent, and if she were here, she might even say I could have them all. The longer I looked at the candy, the more certain I became that I needed one cent’s worth as a reward for coming to the store alone.
As Mr.Jenkins handed me the candy and three cents, a voice inside me said this was not a really honest thing to do. That wasn’t my money, and I hadn’t asked if I might spend it.However, I put the cents in my pocket and started home, running past Uncle Roy, who was heading in the direction of my home.
“Thank you,” Grandma said when I laid the yeast on the table. “Did you put the change back in my purse?”
“Yes, Grandma,” I replied, hurrying out to the passage(走廊), I hadn’t really lied to Grandma.I argued with myself. I did put back all the change I had.
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I knew I had cheated Grandma, and I was nervous.
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I watched Uncle Roy make his way home, his words repeating in my mind.
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10 . On the 25th of December, my mother expected her children to be present, exchanging gifts and eating turkey. But as an artist and daughter, my heart seemed to be more in my work as an artist. As for my mother and my family, I thought we would have more time to spend Christmas together. I was going to do my own thing.
I made plans for my winter adventure in New Hampshire. The MacDowell Colony (麦道尔艺术村) was everything I could have wished for. About 20 to 30 artists were present, and it was as captivating as I had imagined. Snowy New England, sledding (滑雪橇) and whisky! It felt like my life had become an unexpected independent film.
By Christmas Eve, I had been at the colony more than a week. The fresh feelings were wearing off, but I would never admit it. Everyone around me was having too much fun—drinks and deep conversations by the fireplace. It seemed so amazing! What was wrong with me? This was the holiday I’d always dreamed of. No plastic reindeer. Not a Christmas sweater anywhere in sight. People here didn’t even say “Christmas”, but they said “holiday”. Then why was I so down?
Finally, I called home. My dad answered. He told me that my mother was out shopping with my brothers. I found there was a fire in my heart. They were having a fine Christmas without me? Didn’t they miss me? How could they?
Despite a serious snowstorm, a large package with my mother’s beautiful handwriting showed up near my door at the artist colony on Christmas morning. I seized it as if I had been five years old. Inside was my favorite cake.
As I sliced (切) the cake, everyone gathered around —young and old. My mother had sent a real homemade gift. It was a minor Christmas miracle that one cake managed to feed so many. We ate it from paper towels with our hands, satisfying a hunger we didn’t know we had and reminding us of our dear families, who must be missing us too.
1. Why was the author unwilling to spend Christmas at home?| A．She met some trouble at work. |
| B．She wanted to focus on her career. |
| C．She had disagreements with her mother. |
| D．She was tired of staying at a familiar place. |
| A．Attractive. | B．Tough. | C．Strange. | D．Simple. |
| A．It attracted many sports lovers. |
| B．It was suitable for holiday parties. |
| C．It lacked the Christmas atmosphere. |
| D．It gave the author some artistic ideas. |
| A．She learned to be open to others. |
| B．She enjoyed bringing kindness to strangers. |
| C．Her mother was good at taking care of her family. |
| D．Her mother’s cake cured the artists of their homesickness. |
