A.At a flower shop. | B.At a concert. | C.At a wedding. |
A.She has no money to buy a car. |
B.Tom didn’t lend his car to her. |
C.She quarreled with Tom. |
A.Bored. | B.Surprised. | C.Annoyed. |
A.Father and daughter. | B.Mother and son. | C.Brother and sister. |
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。
When I was little, I lived in a house with a beautiful garden full of all kinds of flowers, and roses were the most beautiful of them. There was nothing I enjoyed more than sitting in the garden with my mother as she read stories to me. When I was in primary school and old enough to read, I enjoyed reading stories aloud to her.
I will never forget one day when I was in the third grade. 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、解说员) part to the play, and asked me to change roles. Her word, 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 after school that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden.
It was May and roses were blossoming and, under the trees, we could also see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) in the grass, as if a painter had painted our garden with red, yellow and green. 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 is beautiful in its own way, isn’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, patting me gently.
“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said.
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1.所续写短文的词数应为150左右;
2.续写部分分为两段,每段的开头语已为你写好。
“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said,
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After the play, I took home the dandelions.
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Now that I am no longer young, I have friends whose mothers have passed away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers until it was too late to tell them.
I am blessed with the dear mother who is still alive. I appreciate her more each day. My mother does not change, but I do. As I grow older and wiser, I realize what an extraordinary person she is. How sad that I am unable to speak these words in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.
How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patience, and just plain hard work that go into raising a child? For running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a college student who knows everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter realizes her mother really is?
How does a grown woman thank for a mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready with advice (when asked) or remaining silent when it is most appreciated? For not saying “I told you so”, when she could have uttered these words dozens of times? For being essentially herself-loving, thoughtful, patient and forgiving?
I don’t know how, dear God, except to bless her as richly as she deserves and to help me live up to the example she has set. I prey that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine.
A daughter
1. The writer wrote the article because ______.A.she has grown older and wiser now |
B.she wants to look good in her children’s eyes |
C.she expects God to tell her appreciation to her mother |
D.she hopes to express her appreciation before it is too late |
A.Running after her children. |
B.Remaining unchanged over the years. |
C.Devoting love and patience to her children. |
D.Keeping saying: “I told you so” dozens of times. |
A.Giving advice. | B.Remaining silent. |
C.Being her mother. | D.Making complaints. |
A.Too Late to Tell | B.Thanks for Mother |
C.Learn from Mother | D.Prayer for My Mother |
7 . A group of professional people asked a group of 4- to 8-year-olds this question, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what they think:
“When my grandmother got arthritis (关节炎), she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” Rebecca-age 8
“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy-age 6
“Love is when my mummy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip (一小口) before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” Danny-age 7
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.” Noelle-age 7
“My mummy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” Clare-age 6
“Love is when Mummy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is more handsome than David Beckham.” Chris-age 7
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap (膝上), and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”
1. The children’s answers are mainly based on ______.A.their own stories | B.their family stories |
C.what happened around them | D.how they viewed people around them |
A.Three. | B.Four. | C.Five. | D.Six. |
A.her father’s love for her | B.her grandparent’s love for her |
C.her friends’ love for her | D.her mother’s love for her |
A.cheered his neighbor up in a unique way |
B.gave love a special definition |
C.comforted his neighbor in the most caring way |
D.had a good understanding of his neighbor’s sadness |
8 . I live on Canada’s west coast and my son lives on its east coast. He has visited his mother and me a number of times and we have visited him there with some
Then, one day, there was a knock at the door and when I opened it, in walked my son carrying a pot of flowers. He hadn’t told us he was coming and seeing him was a wonderful
I think that, as parents we tend to think of our children as being young and being in need of
My son left recently for his home and again I was in tears but it was
A.frequency | B.appointment | C.privilege | D.preference |
A.fence | B.distance | C.ocean | D.continent |
A.on our own | B.by ourselves | C.of our own | D.in person |
A.shock | B.cheat | C.fault | D.pray |
A.understanding | B.sympathy | C.guidance | D.empathy |
A.Anyhow | B.Somehow | C.Somewhat | D.Furthermore |
A.legal | B.pure | C.sudden | D.embarrassing |
A.encouragement | B.saving | C.mercy | D.support |
A.maintaining | B.protecting | C.calculating | D.forecasting |
A.comfortable | B.dynamic | C.elegant | D.harmonious |
A.calling off | B.putting off | C.taking off | D.setting off |
A.agenda | B.chaos | C.panic | D.load |
A.convincing | B.humble | C.competent | D.gentle |
A.similar | B.related | C.different | D.visible |
A.relieved | B.released | C.impressed | D.moved |
9 . This Father’s Day certainly seems different to me. My
I’m a person who takes photographs as a job and have to travel frequently.
On our first day of freedom after two months of isolation, I discovered Diego had lost his familiarity with
The pandemic allowed me to take the time to
A.responsibility | B.disaster | C.experience | D.criterion |
A.Absolutely | B.Sufficiently | C.Entirely | D.Luckily |
A.enjoyed | B.survived | C.confirmed | D.delivered |
A.due to | B.regardless of | C.along with | D.instead of |
A.beneficial | B.delighted | C.intelligent | D.intellectual |
A.extinction | B.relationship | C.conference | D.guideline |
A.access | B.nutrient | C.nature | D.recipe |
A.afraid | B.various | C.curious | D.aware |
A.volcano | B.museum | C.region | D.mountains |
A.destinations | B.generations | C.consequences | D.applications |
A.reflect | B.request | C.protest | D.postpone |
A.cut back on | B.occur to | C.pass on | D.take off |
A.process | B.reveal | C.conduct | D.miss |
A.gained | B.established | C.uploaded | D.indicated |
A.biodiversity | B.photography | C.procedure | D.arrangement |
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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