| A．He had stayed there for three months. |
| B．They were not kind to him. |
| C．He couldn’t concentrate on his study there. |
It was a Saturday. Whether it was sunny or cloudy, hot or cold, I cannot remember, but I do remember it was a Saturday because the shopping mall was packed with people. I was with my mom. Mom is short and skinny. It is easy to overlook her in a crowd simply because she is nothing extraordinary to see.
On that day we walked down the road, taking quick looks at window boutiques (精品店) because we both knew we wouldn’t be buying much, like always. I remember I was looking up at the people we passed as we walked. Ladies wore five-inch heels (高跟鞋) that clicked importantly on the floor and bright, luxury clothing. An uneasy feeling started to settle in my chest. I tried to push it out, but once it took root it refused to go. It got more unbearable with every second until I could deny it no longer; I was ashamed of my mother.
We were in a high-class neighborhood, I knew that. We lived in a small, overpriced apartment building that hung on to the edge of our county that Mom chose to move to because she knew the schools were good. As I looked at the passers-by and then turned accusing eyes on Mom. I realized for the first time that we didn’t belong there. I could see the deep wrinkles around Mom’s eyes and mouth. She wore cheap, old clothes, and shoes with the soles (鞋底) worn down. Her eyes were tired from working long hours to make ends meet and her hair was too gray for her age. I looked at her, and I was ashamed.
My mom is nothing extraordinary, yet at that moment she stood out because she was just so plain. Saying I’d meet her at the clothes store around the corner, I hurried away to the bathroom. I didn’t want to be seen with her, although there was no one important around to see me anyway. When I finally made my way to the store with hesitant steps, I found that Mom wasn’t there.
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With no other options, I had to search the other stores in the area for her.
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I felt ashamed of myself, facing Mom’s offer.
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3 . Of all my girls, I always felt the closest to Yo. My wife says it is because we are much alike, knocking her head with her knuckles as she says so. But that is not why I feel closest to Yo, no.
She looks at me, and I know that she can see all the way back to when I was a boy in half trousers raising my hand in that palm-wood schoolhouse. What color is the hair of God? When you reduce a sum by its shadow and multiply it by its reflection, what will you get? Our teacher, who called himself Professor Cristiano lluminado, spouted his wild questions. Soon after I passed on to the higher school, the professor was taken away to an asylum to contemplate the mathematics of the stars. But, and this is the point of my anecdote, I was the only child in that classroom raising my hand to answer those impossible questions.
And Yo sees that one hand waving when she looks into my eyes. So that I am blessed — and sometimes cursed — with a child who understands my secret heart. I should not say child anymore, for she is a grown woman who is already preparing herself. When she looks at me these days, she can see that fresh-dug hole in the mountain cemetery near the town where I was born, the flash of the river between the trees.
She writes me one, two letters a week. Sometimes she includes an old black-and-white photo with those scalloped edges as if all memories deserve a little lace doily to lay on. A young handsome man sits with a young lady in a crowded booth in a bar sixty years ago. With those pasting papers which were invented for her because she always has to put her two cents (发表意见) on everything, she writes, Where was this taken? Who is the girl beside you? Were you really in love? She strikes right for the secret heart of that young man!
Most of the things she asks I tell her. I run the past through a sieve (筛子) of judgment in my head, and if there is no harm, I give her the full cup of my life to drink from. Some little things catch in that fine net, and I leave them out or I make a broad statement. But then the next letter arrives full of questioning: Papi, you say you had to escape the island because you were in a revolution in 1939 and I can’t find any mention of it in the book. You say that you were in a log-cabin hospital at Lac Abitibi near the Laurentians and look on the map and Lac Abitibi is nowhere near the Laurentians. Are these just lapses of memory or did you make the whole thing up and if so why?
And then I have to explain, sieving everything over again. Until the next letter arrives, and I explain some more, and after a while, I lose that quality control. Before I know it, I’ve told her the whole story I did not want her and the others to know.
Is that really so? I ask myself. Don’t I want to be known before I go? And perhaps Yo sees that secret desire, stronger than all the other secrets in my heart, and that is why she keeps asking.
1. The term “secret heart” in paragraph 4 is used in the passage to stand for ________.| A．the narrator’s unrevealed self | B．the narrator’s unexpressed love for Yo |
| C．a romance during the narrator’s youth | D．a mystery from the narrator’s childhood |
| A．Memories that the narrator recalls only partially. | B．Accusations that the narrator cannot easily deny. |
| C．Information that the narrator is willing to share. | D．Excuses to rationalize the narrator’s shortcomings. |
| A．raise his daughters as he believes they should be raised |
| B．correct the many misconceptions he finds in Yo’s letters |
| C．exclude certain details from the personal experiences he relates |
| D．provide information only to Yo about his relationship with his wife |
| A．He is suspicious of her motives and wishes she would cut the letters short. |
| B．He is moved by her attention but somewhat uncertain about the potential exposure. |
| C．He is angry at her accusation but nevertheless wants to comfort her. |
| D．He appreciates her dedication and takes fatherly pride in her success in life. |
4 . My earliest memory of dad is grabbing his hand while we walked together. As I
On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck as he delivered the bread to the stores. The
My father would
Years later I had become a teacher. I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been
| A．seemed | B．grew | C．turned | D．changed |
| A．when | B．although | C．because | D．before |
| A．fresh | B．official | C．final | D．opposite |
| A．smell | B．color | C．taste | D．shape |
| A．react | B．confirm | C．serve | D．attend |
| A．exactly | B．sadly | C．slowly | D．simply |
| A．immediately | B．hopefully | C．surprisingly | D．unusually |
| A．make | B．keep | C．take | D．win |
| A．killed | B．injured | C．trapped | D．saved |
| A．cared | B．mattered | C．troubled | D．meant |
| A．if | B．once | C．and | D．but |
| A．while | B．after | C．when | D．before |
| A．shoulders | B．fingers | C．arms | D．legs |
| A．purpose | B．pleasure | C．position | D．progress |
| A．lessons | B．prizes | C．gifts | D．subjects |
5 . 阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。
Two tickets.Only two tickets to the big basketball game.
Three pairs of eyes all focused on (关注) the tickets in Dad’s hand. Marcus, the oldest, spoke the question running through everyone’s mind, “Only two tickets? But, Dad, which of us gets to go with you?”
“Yeah, Daddy, who gets to go?” reported Caleb the youngest.
“Dad, can’t you get any more tickets?” I asked. I might be the in-between sister, but I was just as eager as my basketball-crazy brothers were for a night out with Dad.
“I’m afraid not,” Dad answered. “Mr. Williams only has two season tickets. He gave them to me.”
But each of us wanted to get the ticket.
“I guess I’ll have to figure out a fair way of choosing between the three of you by tomorrow morning. I’ll have to decide who deserves it. Let me sleep on it — okay, guys and girls?” he added quickly before Mom and I could correct him.
The next morning, Dad and Mom went shopping early and said we should all get started on our Saturday chores (家务活) as soon as we finished breakfast.
“I’m going for the morning newspaper.” Marcus announced.
“Wait for me!” Caleb added.
The back door snapped shut as the two boys rushed down the driveway. I looked at the breakfast table in front of me. Well, I thought to myself as I pushed my chair away from the table, looks like Saturday morning chores start right here.
A few minutes later, as I was washing offthe kitchen countertops (操作台), I heard the familiar “thump… thump…thump” of the basketball. I glanced out of the kitchen window and saw Marcis practicing his hook shot while Caleb cheered him on.
“You guys, Mom and dad will be back any minute. Remember the chores.” I reminded them as I lifted the lid (盖子) on the garbage container and placed the full plastic bag inside.
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As I began to replace the lid on the garbage container, then an envelope on the inside of the lid caught my attention.
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By now, Marcus and Caleb had worn themselves out and shuffled (拖着脚走) back.
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6 . Having struggling for years, I was admitted to a university. Proud of myself, I felt as if I had a rise in social status, just like Napoleon, who
As a result, the whole family regarded me as a bright
The family was reunited in my vacation. Hardly had I sat down
| A．claimed | B．reported | C．believed | D．cried |
| A．sun | B．candle | C．moon | D．planet |
| A．behavior | B．way | C．idea | D．order |
| A．once | B．present | C．length | D．ease |
| A．where | B．which | C．when | D．what |
| A．let | B．pick | C．hand | D．hold |
| A．So | B．Since | C．Before | D．Although |
| A．kept | B．made | C．broke | D．showed |
| A．stopped | B．started | C．meant | D．failed |
| A．understood | B．thought | C．moved | D．recognized |
| A．However | B．Normally | C．Therefore | D．Fortunately |
| A．before | B．after | C．until | D．since |
| A．laughed | B．wondered | C．stared | D．shouted |
| A．appeared | B．imagined | C．judged | D．calculated |
| A．back | B．in | C．away | D．out |
7 . When my dad was first diagnosed with cancer and had radiation, I pushed my whole family to start eating more fresh produce (农产品) and preferably organics. My mom really improved her cooking from the roasted slice of pork and frozen-veggies dinners that I had fallen in love with. Dad said he had never eaten so well.
My dad had been an IBM guy, who often said, “People never change,” but he became skilled in overall treatments and began to take well-informed control of his own course of action. I wasn’t thinking too much of his changes, but he had survived cancer for over 10 years, constantly learning, running his charity golf events, doing a bit of travel and always looking pleasant and smiling.
My dad and I decorated a farmhouse in 2012, and I started taking care of the orchard (果园), shaping rows for crops and a herb garden, and learning to care for four red hens. Bringing farm-fresh food to my family was a way I could contribute to dad’s health as well as his enjoyment of life, take a little work off my mom’s hands, and sit and chat about something other than cancer.
The idea for this business came from what we learned about the role of food in health. My dad’s doctor told him that eating fresh produce could help resist cancer. Dad helped me set up the farm and worked till just a few days before he passed. But all of what I do here is based on experience, research, and strong values.
We learned more than I ever wanted to know. But the goals of this farm developed as we learned, and here we have it: Produce with a purpose — fresh produce, grown for disease-fighting and preventive health value, delivered with easy but crazy — delicious recipes as well as support, encouragement, overall thinking and even a bit of humor.
1. Which of the following food did the author like in the past?| A．Organic food. | B．Fresh vegetables. | C．Barbecued meat. | D．Fast-food meal. |
| A．He was unwilling to change. | B．He was crazy about adventures. |
| C．He was unconcerned about his disease. | D．He was positive about challenges. |
| A．The pressure of his mother. | B．The suggestions of a doctor. |
| C．The deadly cancer of his dad. | D．The great harvest on the farm. |
| A．A cure for cancer. |
| B．A dream of my family. |
| C．A purposeful farm. |
| D．The value of fresh produce. |
Catherine had stayed at home all her life to look after her three children, but now, she, who lost her husband in a car accident, had to step out and earn money to make ends meet. With zero work experience and no professional degree, her chances of getting hired for a well-paid job were next to zero.
One day, after dropping her children at school, Catherine spotted a construction site. “I think I can work here,” she thought and approached the manager.
“Hi, are you hiring?” she asked. “Yes, we are,” the manager looked at Catherine from head to toe. “Are you sure you can work here? This job requires a lot of hard work.” “I’m ready for it,” she told the manager and signed a contract to work a 12-hour shift.
However, Catherine kept her new job a secret from her children. She thought they would feel embarrassed after learning their mother worked at a construction site.
Every morning, after dropping her children to school, she would go to the construction site and work until her shift ended. She would pick up heavy bricks on her shoulder to transport them from one part of the site to the other. One evening, Catherine’s son, Peter, told her about an upcoming contest in school that required mothers to participate. In the competition, students will wear blindfolds and have to recognize their mothers without looking at them. “That sounds like such a cool event, Peter!” Catherine said excitedly. “I can’t wait for it!” “I won’t go therewith you, mom,” Peter replied. “But why?” What her son said next was something Catherine wasn’t prepared to hear.
“Mom, I would have to touch your hands to recognize you, and everyone would look at them,” Peter explained. “Your hands are so ugly. They’re so hard and rough,” he added. “I will feel so embarrassed when my classmates look at your hands,” the boy said. “I won’t attend the event.” Catherine felt terrible but couldn’t say anything in her defense.
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A few weeks later, Peter was walking home when something unexpected caught his attention.
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On his way back home, he kept thinking about how he would apologize to his mother:
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________When Dr. Gullikson was assigning project mates for his introduction to experimental psychology class, I secretly hoped he would pair me with my best friend or at least a classmate I could have some fun with. Above all, I hoped he wouldn’t assign me to work with the fiercely competitive, extremely serious fellow who always wore dark clothes and apparently had a personality to match. As fate would have it, Dr. Gullikson very deliberately matched everyone in class and announced that I would be working with the one person in class I wanted to avoid.
I went up to my new lab mate and introduced myself. He looked at me as if I weren’t there. I felt he treated me as if I would hold him back and probably make him fail to get an A in the course. He wasn’t mean or abusive (恶语相向的). He just gave me the impression he could do whatever project better if he did it alone.
Needles to say, I didn’t look forward to an entire term of being brushed off (冷落), but I tried to make the best of it and didn’t say anything for fear that I would make things worse.
The project required each lab team to develop a hypothesis (假说), set up an experiment to test the hypothesis, do the statistical analysis and present the findings. Whatever grade the team received would be shared by both students. When my teammate and I met to discuss our project, I was uneasy. Here was this challenging student who had a reputation for single-mindedness and good grades—the exact opposite of me. I was outmatched. I actually wanted to drop the class at one point, but stopped short because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of my chickening out.
After long discussions, we somehow agreed to do a study on the psychological well-being of teenagers. I wasn’t sure what it meant exactly, but at least we had a topic.
We started to meet regularly to draw up our plans.
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One day in the middle of our project, I got word that he was admitted to hospital for a serious disease.
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1. Why does the man give up playing soccer?
| A．The weather is bad. | B．The park is closed. | C．He has to attend a wedding. |
| A．Friends. | B．Brother and sister. | C．Husband and wife. |
