A Yunnan snub-nosed monkey named Bailian, or White Face, was a superstar within his troop in Xiangguqing village, Yunnan province. Local people have many
The primate lived for 30 years,
In his prime (盛年),
He
Overwhelmed by grief, Bailian groomed her fur as usual and carried her body with him
In 2019, he formed his second family, this time with a 6-year-old female, and
However, his happiness was short-lived. In October 2020, Bailian broke his legs in a fight and lost his family once again. Rescued by forest rangers, he resumed his nomadic lifestyle until his death.
I watched my dad scowl (绷着脸) as he listened to the voice coming through the telephone receiver. I heard him say, “Yes, Miss Beisner,” and “I understand what you’re saying, Miss Beisner. I appreciate you sharing this information. We’ll see what we can do about the situation. Thank you for calling. Goodbye.”
Miss Beisner was my first-grade teacher, and I loved her. I thought she felt the same about me, but now I was beginning to wonder. The tone of Dad’s voice, the redness in his cheeks, and his repeated clenching. And unclenching of fists made it pretty clear. This was not a warm and fuzzy good news-from-the-teacher call.
As I was deciding whether I should lock myself in my bedroom for the rest of my life or run away from home, Dad hung up the phone. “Jacquie, come here and sit down. We need to talk.”
Uh-oh. When Dad said, “We need to talk,” it meant he needed to talk, and I needed to listen.
I shuffled (拖着脚走) over to the well-worn brown chair in the corner of the living room, plopped down, and waited to hear the nature of my crime.
Dad told me that Miss Beisner thought I was bright but not working up to my ability. She said I had strong verbal skills but weak study habits. Translation: I never closed my mouth, and I seldom opened a book. Apparently, my failure to memorize the addition facts, or even attempt to, was more than she was willing to put up with. Hence, the telephone call.
Dad ended our one-way conversation with a verbal outline for his plan of attack. Bubbles, our Toy Manchester Terrier, was going to teach me math. Silently, I thought, No way is any dumb dog going to teach me how to add, not even our beloved Bubbles. Out loud, I said, “How?”
Dad summoned Bubbles from her bed near the stove and commanded her to sit. “Bubbles,” Dad said, “how much is five plus three?” Bubbles let out eight loud, crisp barks.
I was incredulous (满腹狐疑的). I couldn’t understand how a dog could add, and I was more than a little embarrassed by the fact that the family dog was smarter than me.
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Paragraph 1: After that, I threw myself into math with newfound determination.
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When Simba was sixteen, he developed hyperthyroidism (甲亢). He was slowly growing weaker.
One morning, a white dove (鸽子) landed on the wall next to the house. The dove walked back and forth along the wall and
Then, the day came when Simba
| A．nervous | B．guilty | C．embarrassed | D．confused |
| A．determination | B．curiosity | C．patience | D．courage |
| A．Generally | B．Accidentally | C．Frequently | D．Eventually |
| A．playing | B．standing | C．sleeping | D．lying |
| A．fed | B．watched | C．taught | D．comforted |
| A．nested | B．visited | C．left | D．wandered |
| A．attracted | B．amused | C．changed | D．supported |
| A．guiding | B．taking | C．forcing | D．hiding |
| A．recording | B．creating | C．learning | D．singing |
| A．proved | B．assumed | C．pretended | D．suspected |
| A．decades | B．years | C．months | D．days |
| A．died | B．rose | C．survived | D．disappeared |
| A．passed by | B．flew off | C．hung above | D．moved away |
| A．responsibility | B．kindness | C．friendship | D．sympathy |
| A．peace | B．honor | C．faith | D．life |
I was sitting in my office in an animal clinic when a young family rushed in. The father held a dying dog packed in a bloody towel in his arms. He was followed by a young boy carrying a big cat and crying as if his little heart was completely broken. The mother followed, comforting the boy. The cat simply looked at everyone with no interest and remained calm, lying on the boy's shoulder.
The nurse sent the father and what he held into the examining rooms. As the mother, the boy and the cat settled down on the seats in the waiting room, I couldn't help asking what this was all about. I thought that the pet in the bloody towel must have been hit by a car. In fact, it was one of the most unusual and heartwarming stories I had ever heard.
The cat lying on the boy's shoulder, named Tom, was the first pet of the family and now was an old guy of 12 years old. They had rescued him as an abandoned kitten. He was atypical cat, self-centred and quite independent, but very gentle.
Then, a year before this incident, Scotty, a puppy, came to the family as a gift from the boy's grandparents. The family was at first fearful about how Tom would accept the newcomer, but a strange thing happened. The old cat looked at the dog as if he were a long lost little brother. He absolutely liked the little guy. He allowed the puppy to chew his tail. He played for hours with him as if the dog were his own personal pet.
The family loved the two pets very much, taking videos of the pair together, and impressed by the way the old cat and the young dog were connected. The family lived near the hill. Tom and Scotty were kept indoors at night because there were wolves searching for small pets for meals at night.
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Nobody had ever thought there would be a problem in daylight, however.
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Tom, seeing Scotty caught by the wolf, jumped from the upper bedroom balcony (阳台)and onto the wolf's head.
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Teresa Perkins was driving 80 miles per hour along Route 340 on Wednesday. The woman knew she was going too fast, but it was the only hope she had. Her dog, Jett, was dying in the backseat. About a half hour earlier she had received a call from her daughter, who had been playing with Jett, a 3-year-old, 120-pound black German Shepherd. The ball they were playing with got stuck in Jett’s throat. The dog was struggling to breathe.
Perkins raced home to see if she could help, but the dog slobber (口水) had made the ball too slippery to pull out by hand. They put the dog in the backseat of her car and began their race to the vet in Waynesboro.
About halfway there, Perkins got caught in construction traffic. Jett was struggling even more at that point and Perkins knew she only had minutes, but she was now stopped in a line of cars. She began blowing her horn (喇叭) to get the attention of someone, anyone, when three construction workers walked up to her. In a panicked voice, she told them her dog was dying.
“By then my dog was pretty much dead,” Perkins said on Wednesday night. “He was lying in the car, not moving. I had heard him breathe, broken- winded, but then he quit. I was wildly crying and praying.”
Cavaja Holt was one of the workers standing there. He stuck his hand down the weak dog’s throat and pulled out the ball, but Jett still wasn’t breathing. “And the guy behind Holt tried to breathe in Jett’s mouth,” Perkins said. “And he did.” Perkins jumped out of the car and helped start doing first aid on Jett. The two were working together to save the dog’s life, when Holt cried, “He’s awake.”
Perkins began crying and just thanking Holt over and over. When she saw the line of cars, she thought she had made a mistake going that direction. It turned out that it was the best choice she could have made.
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Once Jett began breathing again, Perkins continued her trip to the vet.
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After arriving home, Perkins thought she was so anxious that she forgot to ask Holt’s name then.
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Wind whistled round the corner of the house, thunder rolled and rain beat against the windows — not a night to be outside but rather to sit by the fire. Thanks to the solid walls and roof overhead, I could imagine Dr. Frankenstein's frightening creation wandering on such a night. I was alone, my husband away and the nearest neighbor a quarter miles down the road. Alone, that is, except for Lassie, a hairy, black and white dog, who sat with her head on my lap, her intelligent, brown eyes gazing up at me as if to say, don't worry, we'll be all right.
Through the years she was with us, she proved time and time again to be a superb judge of character. We never knew if it was a result of her sense of smell or sound-but, whatever it was, she definitely possessed a talent we humans lacked. On first meeting she would either wag the tip of her tail a couple of times to indicate that the visitor was acceptable, or slightly curl her top lip, exposing her sharp teeth which told you to be alert. Always accurate, her gift was never more obvious than on this night.
The doorbell rang. I decided not to answer it. It rang again, much longer this time. Whoever was there was not going away. Still I hesitated. On the fourth ring, with Lassie by my side, I finally answered the door. My heart beat fast and my mouth went dry, for there, stood the monster himself. A twisted body under a heavy overcoat, one shoulder bumped higher than the other and his head leaned slightly forward and to one side.
“May I use your phone?” The voice came from somewhere back in his throat and, although the request was polite, his tone was rude.
Reaching in his pocket and producing a piece of paper, he handed it to me. I refused to take it. Believing he might try and force his way in, I looked at Lassie to see if she was ready to defend the home.
Surprisingly, she sat by my side, the tip of her tail wagging.
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Two fast friends were Willie and his little dog Bounce. Willie could never think of taking a walk without Bounce. Cake and play were equally shared between them. Willie taught his dog many cunning tricks, and often said that Bounce could do almost anything in the world but talk. Then on a bright summer afternoon, Willie had strolled with Bounce down to the river, which was not more than two blocks from his father’s store—Mr. Brown’s store.
Willie began to throw stones into the water, and to watch ripples as they made one circle after another. Bounce lay on the grass, watching the flies buzzing around his nose, and catching any that came too near.
There were some logs floating in the river near the bank. Willie jumped upon one of them to see if he could throw a stone across the river. He drew back, sent the stone with all strength, just as it left his hand, the log turned and he fell into the water. He was frightened, for he did not know how to swim, and there was no one to hear, though he called as loud as he could for help.
If he had been a big water dog, he could have jumped in and brought his master out.
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He ran up and down the bank two or three times, barking, looking first at Willie and then around.
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Finally, the father came to the river.
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“She needs me.” Those were the exact words I spoke to my husband when I spotted Dottie, a little dog we found at a local shelter eight years ago.
Dottie leaned (倾斜) away when I tried to pet her and refused to let me hold her. While the other dogs jumped and barked, Dottie returned to the back of the cage, curled up in a ball, hoping us to leave her alone.
On the entire drive home, Dottie was in fear. So, upon arrival at our house, we got right to work. I held her as much as possible, touching her head and softly singing in her ear. We learned that she loved belly touch, so every time we passed by, we would offer a gentle touch. Eventually, we noticed her presenting her belly as we walked by her. I knew we were making real progress when I found her quietly sleeping on a chair one day, her head resting on one of my shoes. My heart melted (融化) as I realized she had brought it there because it contained my smell, and she wanted it nearby.
Ever so slowly, our little dog came to life. She began to play with toys, enjoy walks, and rest on our laps. There was no special treatment, no fancy food or toys. All we did was love her. And she grew well. She was so broken when we first met her that we had no idea what her true personality would be. But now we found a sweet, playful, loving soul.
One day, a few years after her adoption, I was busy doing housework around the house, doing laundry and climbing the stairs from the basement up to the main floor. When I finished, I sat down and enjoyed a well-deserved break. That’s when I realized I hadn’t seen Dottie for a while. I called to her and began searching. My heart raced and my pace quickened as I began checking under beds and behind sofa.
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Suddenly, I remembered the door to the basement.
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I held her in my arms tightly, telling her how sorry I was.
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9 . A farmer owned an old mule (骡子). One day the mule
After carefully thinking about the situation, the farmer decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth greater efforts.
At first, the old mule was mad! But as the farmer and the neighbors
This he did, blow after blow. “Shake it off and step up… shake it off and step up… shake it off and step up!” He repeated to
It wasn’t long
That’s life! We should
| A．felt | B．fell | C．flowed | D．flew |
| A．escaped | B．refused | C．succeeded | D．failed |
| A．Moreover | B．However | C．Therefore | D．Otherwise |
| A．cover | B．drive | C．save | D．wash |
| A．house | B．situation | C．wall | D．well |
| A．continued | B．stopped | C．finished | D．suggested |
| A．replied | B．got | C．turned | D．occurred |
| A．pain | B．dirt | C．fear | D．pity |
| A．encourage | B．experience | C．expect | D．explore |
| A．painless | B．possible | C．hopeless | D．useful |
| A．while | B．since | C．after | D．before |
| A．hurt | B．helped | C．punished | D．controlled |
| A．of | B．to | C．in | D．on |
| A．hide | B．cause | C．face | D．avoid |
| A．obviously | B．positively | C．curiously | D．necessarily |
Many years ago, I worked at a very small county animal shelter. Under the state regulations, we were only allowed to keep a dog for a certain period of time before it was claimed by its owner. Unluckily, we had limited space, and when a new dog came in, we had to make room for it somehow. It wasn't always the most pleasant task.
One day, about an hour before closing time, a small, elderly, red dog was sent here. We had no space and didn't know what we should do. My heart broke. In fact, we were supposed to let go of one of the dogs who had been there too long, but the volunteers had been putting in extra hours, bathing the dogs, and taking their pictures to try to find them homes. We were full, but the other dogs all stood a good chance of finding a home if they just had some time.
That little old dog waddled over to me and sat at my feet. She looked up with cloudy eyes, and then curled up on the floor. I bent down, lifted her to the desk, and gave her a quick exam. Her teeth were in terrible condition, but it appeared the cause was a lifetime of canned food. Someone was surely looking for this princess.
We found her a box. To our surprise, the dog whined and wagged her tail. I set her down on the floor, and she waddled over and climbed into the box! I decided to take her home for the night, and she could spend the days in the office until her owner came. Then we wouldn't have to put down another dog to open a cage.
I finished up my paperwork while the old dog slept in the box. When it was time to leave, she followed me.
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In the morning, she accompanied me to work.
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One of our volunteers knew an old woman who would love this dog.
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