This morning my breakfast is flat bread warmed over a fire, dried reindeer meat, and some sweet and sour berries that I found
2 . It was a summer vacation, and I was at a zoo with my family. Because of my extremely pointy nose, when we spotted a group of flamingos (火烈鸟) standing around a pond, my brother shouted at me, “Hey, look! Your real family!” Then, my parents asked me to stand in front of my new-found relatives. “Now turn your face to the side, sweetie,” my mom said. She pressed the button and shot a picture.
Once, I was having lunch at my aunt’s house. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend yet?” she asked. “We were talking about you the other day and saying how pretty you are, Patricia, but we all agreed that if you just took off a little bit of length from that nose, you could be beautiful.”
When I was 14, the performer Ashlee Simpson got a fantastic nose job. I looked at her before-and-after pictures, and I was convinced I needed to get one for myself. I told my mom I was determined to fix my nose. “I thought you had grown out of this by now,” she said, disapproval in her voice. When I begged her to take me to see a plastic surgeon (整容医生), my mother would laugh and tell me there was an easier way to fix my problem. “If you believe you’re beautiful, people will see you that way,” she would say.
She must have had enough of me, because she finally agreed to book me an appointment. Full of expectation, I walked into the doctor’s office. The doctor turned my head up and down while a nurse took a photo of my face. The doctor downloaded the images and played around with my nose’s appearance. Finally, he showed me his finished work in the computer. When I stared at the image, a smile flashed across my face and then disappeared. I made excuses to get out of making another appointment and exited the office, never mentioning a nose job again.
Looking at the old photo, I’m smiling with an inward relief. Had I had that plastic surgery, I would definitely lose my individuality and uniqueness. My mum’s words consistently serve as a reminder that don’t let appearance cast a shadow on our confidence and we should learn to accept and love who we are.
1. What can we possibly infer from paragraph 1?| A．People preferred a pointy nose to a round one. |
| B．People liked taking pictures with flamingos. |
| C．The author’s pointy nose didn’t bother her family. |
| D．The author felt proud of looking like a flamingo. |
| A．The need to find a boyfriend. |
| B．The memory of the summer vacation. |
| C．The dislike for the position of her nose. |
| D．The amazing effect of a celebrity’s case. |
| A．the author kept asking her to arrange it for her |
| B．the author’s aunt managed to change her mind |
| C．the technology of plastic surgeries had advanced a lot |
| D．she thought the author was old enough for a plastic surgery |
| A．mother’s words are a reliable source of enjoyment |
| B．acceptance of our weaknesses is of great importance |
| C．a plastic surgery can make someone more confident |
| D．it’s not worth sacrificing one’s features for beauty |
When I was eight or nine years old, I wrote my first poem. My mother read the little poem and began to cry. “Buddy, you didn’t really write this beautiful, beautiful poem!” My mother poured out her praise. I glowed. “What time will Father be home?” I asked. I could hardly wait to show him what I had accomplished. My mother said she hoped he would be home around seven. I spent the best part of that afternoon preparing for his arrival. First, I wrote the poem out in my finest flourish(花体字). Then I used colored crayon(蜡笔) to draw an elaborate border around it that would do justice to its brilliant content. Then I waited. As 7 o'clock drew near, I confidently placed it right on my father’s plate on the dining-room table.
But my father did not return at seven. I admired my father. He was head of Paramount Studios in Hollywood but he had begun his motion picture career as a writer. He would be able to appreciate this wonderful poem of mine even more than my mother.
This evening it was almost 8 o'clock when my father burst in. He was an hour late for dinner. His mood seemed thunderous. He could not sit down but circled the long dining-room table with a drink in his hand, calling down terrible oath(诅咒) on his employees.
Suddenly, he paused and stared at his plate. There was a suspenseful silence. “What is this?” He was reaching for my poem. I lowered my head and stared down into my plate. I was full of anxious daydreams. How wonderful it would be if this very first work of mine drove away the angry clouds that now darkened my important father’s face.
“Ben, a wonderful thing has happened,” my mother began. “Buddy has written his first poem! And it’s beautiful.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to decide for myself.” Father said.
I kept my face lowered to my plate as he read that poem. It couldn’t have taken very long to read that poem. It was only ten lines. But it seemed to take hours. I could hear him dropping the poem back on the table.
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Now came the moment of decision.
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A few years later I took a second look at the first poem, and I had to agree with my father’s judgment.
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5 . There once was a very wealthy and curious king. This king had a huge rock
The first group of people to pass by were some of the
Finally, a peasant
The peasant gathered up his load and was ready to go on his way when he saw a purse lying on the
The king
| A．broken | B．thrown | C．placed | D．moved |
| A．hid | B．lived | C．sat | D．stood |
| A．poorest | B．wealthiest | C．greatest | D．brightest |
| A．behind | B．over | C．under | D．around |
| A．generous | B．devoted | C．evil | D．selfish |
| A．blamed | B．begged | C．mentioned | D．encouraged |
| A．removing | B．constructing | C．maintaining | D．keeping |
| A．turned out | B．rushed off | C．came along | D．settled down |
| A．vegetables | B．load | C．tools | D．purse |
| A．eventually | B．gradually | C．merely | D．hardly |
| A．stone | B．farm | C．square | D．road |
| A．tore | B．opened | C．dropped | D．caught |
| A．read | B．wrote | C．knew | D．witnessed |
| A．praise | B．test | C．reward | D．souvenir |
| A．represented | B．showed | C．declared | D．announced |
I still remember the sunshine that came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of Pudong Airport on the morning of the 29th. It was brilliant and brilliant. The anxiety and excitement of careful thought were not obliterated（抹杀）by the three-hour rumbling sound, so that he almost lost his pass when he passed the customs.
The first thing I saw was the red double-decker airport bus, quietly nestling in the same bright sunshine in Hong Kong. The bus passed a bridge, followed by a green area, and then a bridge. On the sea were various cargo ships, unconsciously matching each other with colorful containers to create the colors of Hong Kong. The clouds are like cotton candy just out of the oven, densely crowded in the sky not too far away.
I started walking around on the first day. After packing my luggage at the hotel, I went to a small well-known "Yishun Milk Company" near Jordan. I ordered double skin milk and a portion of something else. I don’t remember the taste. I just remember that the uncles and aunts over there are very friendly. I sat under the air-conditioning blower silly to eat, and the uncle greeted me to change my seat and told me to be careful of catching a cold. It's really easy to have a good impression of a city. One sentence makes the mood as crystal clear as the weather in October.
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Then I went to the most prosperous area in Yau Ma Tei.
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Suddenly, it rained heavily in the sky.
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7 . Who is a genius? This question has greatly interested humankind for centuries.
Let’s state clearly: Einstein was a genius. His face is almost the international symbol for genius. But we want to go beyond one man and explore the nature of genius itself. Why is it that some people are so much more intelligent or creative than the rest of us? And who are they?
In the sciences and arts, those praised as geniuses were most often white men, of European origin. Perhaps this is not a surprise. It’s said that history is written by the victors, and those victors set the standards for admission to the genius club. When contributions were made by geniuses outside the club—women, or people of a different color or belief—they were unacknowledged and rejected by others.
A study recently published by Science found that as young as age six, girls are less likely than boys to say that members of their gender(性别)are “really, really smart.” Even worse, the study found that girls act on that belief: Around age six they start to avoid activities said to be for children who are “really, really smart.” Can our planet afford to have any great thinkers become discouraged and give up? It doesn’t take a genius to know the answer: absolutely not.
Here’s the good news. In a wired world with constant global communication, we’re all positioned to see flashes of genius wherever they appear. And the more we look, the more we will see that social factors(因素)like gender, race, and class do not determine the appearance of genius. As a writer says, future geniuses come from those with “intelligence, creativity, perseverance(毅力), and simple good fortune, who are able to change the world.”
1. What does the author think of victors’ standards for joining the genius club?| A．They’re unfair. | B．They’re conservative. |
| C．They’re objective. | D．They’re strict. |
| A．They think themselves smart. |
| B．They look up to great thinkers. |
| C．They see gender differences earlier than boys. |
| D．They are likely to be influenced by social beliefs |
| A．Improved global communication. |
| B．Less discrimination against women. |
| C．Acceptance of victors’ concepts. |
| D．Changes in people’s social positions. |
| A．Geniuses Think Alike | B．Genius Takes Many Forms |
| C．Genius and Intelligence | D．Genius and Luck |
8 . When I was 9, we packed up our home in Los Angeles and arrived at Heathrow, London on a gray January morning. Everyone in the family settled quickly into the city except me. Without my beloved beaches and endless blue—sky days, I felt at a loss and out of place. Until I made a discovery.
Southbank, at an eastern bend in the Thames, is the center of British skateboarding, where the continuous crashing of skateboards left your head ringing .I loved it. I soon made friends with the local skaters. We spoke our own language. And my favorite: Safe. Safe meant cool. It meant hello. It meant don’t worry about it. Once, when trying a certain trick on the beam(横杆), I fell onto the stones, damaging a nerve in my hand, and Toby came over, helping me up: Safe, man. Safe. A few minutes later, when I landed the trick, my friends beat their boards loud, shouting: “ Safe! Safe! Safe!” And that’s what mattered—landing tricks, being a good skater.
When I was 15, my family moved to Washington. I tried skateboarding there, but the locals were far less welcoming. Within a couple of years, I’d given it up.
When I returned to London in 2004, I found myself wandering down to Southbank, spending hours there. I’ve traveled back several times since, most recently this past spring. The day was cold but clear: tourists and Londoners stopped to watch the skaters. Weaving(穿梭)among the kids who rushed by on their boards, I found my way to the beam. Then a rail—thin teenager, in a baggy white T—shirt, skidded(滑)up to the beam. He sat next to me. He seemed not to notice the man next to him. But soon I caught a few of his glances. “I was a local here 20 years ago,” I told him. Then, slowly, he began to nod his head. “Safe, man. Safe.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Safe.”
1. What can we learn about the author soon after he moved to London?| A．He felt disappointed. | B．He gave up his hobby. |
| C．He liked the weather there. | D．He had disagreements with his family. |
| A．Be careful! | B．Well done! | C．No way! | D．Don’t worry! |
| A．To join the skateboarding. | B．To make new friends. |
| C．To learn more tricks. | D．To relive his childhood days |
| A．Children should learn a second language. |
| B．Sport is necessary for children’s health. |
| C．Children need a sense of belonging |
| D．Seeing the world is a must for children. |
9 . You’ve heard that plastic is polluting the oceans — between 4.8 and 12.7 million tonnes enter ocean ecosystems every year. But does one plastic straw or cup really make a difference? Artist Benjamin Von Wong wants you to know that it does. He builds massive sculptures out of plastic garbage, forcing viewers to re-examine their relationship to single-use plastic products.
At the beginning of the year, the artist built a piece called “Strawpocalypse,” a pair of 10-foot-tall plastic waves, frozen mid-crash. Made of 168,000 plastic straws collected from several volunteer beach cleanups, the sculpture made its first appearance at the Estella Place shopping center in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
Just 9% of global plastic waste is recycled. Plastic straws are by no means the biggest source (来源) of plastic pollution, but they’ve recently come under fire because most people don’t need them to drink with and, because of their small size and weight, they cannot be recycled. Every straw that’s part of Von Wong’s artwork likely came from a drink that someone used for only a few minutes. Once the drink is gone, the straw will take centuries to disappear.
In a piece from 2018, Von Wong wanted to illustrate (说明) a specific statistic: Every 60 seconds, a truckload’s worth of plastic enters the ocean. For this work, titled “Truckload of Plastic,” Von Wong and a group of volunteers collected more than 10,000 pieces of plastic, which were then tied together to look like they’d been dumped (倾倒) from a truck all at once.
Von Wong hopes that his work will also help pressure big companies to reduce their plastic footprint.
1. What are Von Wong’s artworks intended for?| A．Beautifying the city he lives in. | B．Introducing eco-friendly products. |
| C．Drawing public attention to plastic waste. | D．Reducing garbage on the beach. |
| A．To show the difficulty of their recycling. |
| B．To explain why they are useful. |
| C．To voice his views on modern art. |
| D．To find a substitute for them. |
| A．Calming. | B．Disturbing. |
| C．Refreshing. | D．Challenging. |
| A．Artists’ Opinions on Plastic Safety |
| B．Media Interest in Contemporary Art |
| C．Responsibility Demanded of Big Companies |
| D．Ocean Plastics Transformed into Sculptures |
