| A．Jenny’s workmates. | B．Jenny’s company. | C．Jenny’s stories. |
2 . When I was little, I often helped my mother plant our family’s garden. In April, I would kneel by Mum’s side for hours, carefully digging holes and
When I grew up, I was unwilling to do any planting.
“Would you please help me with the planting today?” she asked, I mumbled (咕哝) something along the
I
As I listened to my mother tearfully tell Sara’s story, I realized the true
I won’t ever
| A．packing | B．driving | C．pushing | D．directing |
| A．Naturally | B．Surprisingly | C．Awkwardly | D．Obviously |
| A．stopped | B．followed | C．grabbed | D．reminded |
| A．roles | B．scenes | C．clues | D．lines |
| A．turned around | B．slowed down | C．burned out | D．looked up |
| A．peace | B．panic | C．puzzle | D．pain |
| A．calm | B．noble | C．guilty | D．crazy |
| A．thought | B．forgot | C．talked | D．inquired |
| A．exposed | B．tied | C．lost | D．left |
| A．perceiving | B．suffering | C．approaching | D．encountering |
| A．seriously | B．proudly | C．bitterly | D．brokenly |
| A．die out | B．run out | C．catch on | D．live on |
| A．cost | B．style | C．power | D．test |
| A．memories | B．wonders | C．prospects | D．services |
| A．spend | B．miss | C．recall | D．waste |
3 . My daughter loved dancing until she didn’t find it attractive. After an
My first reaction was to advise her to “finish what you start”.
After a few days’ consideration, she decided dance wasn’t for her - a choice I
As adults, we are used to
| A．routine | B．passionate | C．depressing | D．independent |
| A．defeat | B．make | C．try | D．skip |
| A．After all | B．In case | C．In addition | D．By contrast |
| A．addict | B．expose | C．drag | D．commit |
| A．sufficiency | B．sense | C．energy | D．desire |
| A．interest | B．help | C．manner | D．element |
| A．seemingly | B．partly | C．equally | D．hardly |
| A．insisting on | B．making up for | C．fixing up | D．letting go of |
| A．required | B．suspected | C．ignored | D．supported |
| A．spotting | B．clearing | C．challenging | D．crossing |
| A．yet | B．once | C．still | D．even |
| A．experiencing | B．stressing | C．monitoring | D．judging |
| A．informal | B．unfair | C．external | D．proper |
| A．abandon | B．attach | C．treasure | D．permit |
| A．roughly | B．slightly | C．merely | D．nearly |
| A．Co-workers. | B．Friends. | C．A couple. |
5 . My father told me a family story about his mother, my grandmother.
In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war. On every American highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking (搭便车) home to their families, as was the custom at that time in America.
Sadly, the excitement of this reunion with his family soon disappeared. My grandmother became very ill and had to be in hospital. The doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she wouldn’t live through the night. The problem was that Grandmother’s blood types was AB-, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood. All the family members had their blood tested, but not one member was a match. So the doctors gave the family no hope; my grandmother was dying.
My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members, so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother good-bye. As my father was driving down the highway, he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home to his family. Deep in sadness, my father had no inclination at that moment to do a good deed. Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car.
My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father’s tears right away and asked why. My father told this total stranger everything.
It got very quiet in the car. Then this soldier reached his hand out to my father, in which rested the dog tags from around his neck. The blood type on the tags was AB-. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.
My grandmother lived until 1996, and to this day no one in our family knows the soldier’s name. But my father has often wondered, was he a soldier or an angel in uniform?
1. Why did the author’s father leave the hospital?| A．To buy something necessary for Grandmother. |
| B．To ask the family members to have their blood tested. |
| C．To pickup a soldier whose blood type was the same as Grandmother’s. |
| D．To gather the family members to pay their last respects to Grandmother. |
| A．After her serious illness, Grandmother lived 47 years. |
| B．Grandmother’s children refused to help her. |
| C．My father has forgotten the soldier. |
| D．The doctors didn’t try to save Grandmother. |
| A．The author’s father intended to offer his help. |
| B．The author’s father was willing to help the soldier. |
| C．The author’s father was scheduled to do a good deed. |
| D．The author’s father was too sad to help others. |
| A．A Strange Soldier | B．An Unexpected Git |
| C．An Angel in Uniform | D．An Unknown Soldier |
It was a sunny day. Anabia, an 11-year-old girl, was excited because today was the drawing contest at her school. Anabia was really good at drawing and usually got the highest marks in art. Her teachers would often ask her to make posters for school plays and call on her during free periods to help with cuttings, drawing, shading, colouring and much more. There was an art competition taking place in school and Anabia had worked really hard and wanted to win it. But there was one thing that was disturbing her today.
Recently, a new girl, Rida, had joined her class. She was also interested in art but she was not as good at drawing as Anabia was. Miss Saima, the art teacher, helped Rida and taught her tips and tricks to improve her drawing skill. And now Rida was also considered among the best artists in grade six.
Rida was quick, smart and intelligent. Anabia became jealous of Rida’s intelligence and felt that the new girl would be tough to beat.
So that day, for the art competition, Miss Saima took all the students to the art room, told them their roll numbers and gave important instructions. Anabia’s roll number was 16, while Rida was number 17. The bell rang, indicating the beginning of the contest. Miss Saima wrote on the board: make a scene of a sunset with a flowing river and a sailing boat.
Anabia knew that the best tools to make a sunset were oil pastels (油画棒). Anabia started to look for her oil pastels in her art bag. Then, after looking through the bag, she remembered that she had left them at home. Immediately, she got up to tell Miss Saima.
Miss Saima was disappointed at Anabia’s carelessness and told her that she could not help her, as it was her responsibility to come prepared for the contest that had been announced a week in advance. Anabia’s best friends were also there, but none of them offered to share anything, much to Anabia’s surprise and disappointment.
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Anabia’ s eyes filled with tears.
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On one of the days, my teacher paired Madhuri, who I had never talked to, and me to sit next to each other. I noticed that she seemed very anxious. I asked her what was wrong. She remained silent at first, but eventually, she told me that she had three sisters in her family and that her father couldn’t afford school books for all of them.
My primary school was strict, as was the standard then, and if you didn’t have your school books the teacher would make you leave the class. Madhuri was very anxious that day because she thought that the teacher would tell her to leave the class. When the teacher saw that she didn’t have the books, he told Madhuri that she couldn’t attend class for a week.
Madhuri was very sad. I felt so bad when I saw her pain that I decided to help her. I went to speak to her and offered to buy the books for her. She refused my offer to help. She had very strong principles and she would never accept things bought by others.
When I got home from school I told my mom the story. She said that it was good that I had tried to help but I should stop worrying about it because there was nothing more that I could do if she had refused my offer to help. I couldn’t stop worrying about it though. Then I had an idea. My elder brother, who had once used the same series of books, graduated from school last year. Why not turn to him for help?
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Maybe those old books were the solution to the problem.
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The next day, I got up early so that I could go to her house before going to school.
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8 . It was several days after my mom had passed away and I was at a loss how to carry on with my life. Therefore, when I received an email from a friend about a race benefiting cancer research, I ignored (忽略) it. It seemed to be heart-breaking, as cancer was the disease that had taken my mother away from me.
But a general responsibility for game organizing made me obliged to agree. In the weeks to come, I managed to re-enter t ho world of the living. I choked our team’s website daily. Feeling proud each time a donation added to our total. I knew my mom would have wanted it that way. She was the type who never got defeated. It was this very spirit that helped me get by.
When the race ended, I noticed the runners all had one thing in common: There were big smiles on their faces. They made it look so rewarding and effortless. I wanted in,
Therefore, I enrolled in another race two months later. Considering I could barely run a mile, it was ambitious. But my friend and I made a training plan so I wouldn’t come in last. I followed it religiously and didn’t let anything got in my way.
Running up and down the city’s hills, I was flooded with memories. I had lived there after college and my mother had visited often. I passed Bloomingdale’s, recalling the time she and I had gotten into a screaming argument there.
I was about to beat myself up when I remembered what Mom had said after her diagnosis (诊断) of cancer. “I don’t want you to feel guilty about anything.” Her paper-thin hands had held me tightly. A wright lifted from my shoulders.
When the race day arrived, I gave it my all for my mom and for all she had taught me and continued to teach me. As I ran, whenever I felt like slowing down, I pictured her cheering me on.
Crossing the finish line, I was filled with her love and a sense of peace.
1. Why did the author ignore the email in the beginning?| A．She felt it hard to finish the race. |
| B．She thought the race meaningless. |
| C．She had no time to join in the event. |
| D．She was reminded of her mom’s death. |
| A．The inspiration from her mom. | B．The company of her friends. |
| C．The pleasure in going for a run. | D．The success in organizing an event. |
| A．Thoughtful and polite. | B．Outgoing and humorous. |
| C．Strong-willed and caring. | D．Open-minded and patient. |
| A．The rewards of great friendship. | B．The loss of my sweet memories. |
| C．What matters most in running. | D．How I recovered in running. |
| A．Took a trip |
| B．Check the mailbox |
| C．Celebrated their anniversary. |
A Great Monday
Monday started out well. I woke up on time, ate breakfast and did some last minute studying for my math test later that morning. I was confident of getting good grades. I left my house and ten minutes later, I sat with my friends on the school bus. We were busy chatting about how we spent our weekend. At the next stop, a student named Ryan got on the bus. He was in a rush and tripped (绊倒) over someone’s foot. There was a loud noise as he fell to the floor.
Every one of us on the bus laughed. Ryan got up, brushed his jacket and went to an empty seat. He tried to laugh with us, but his face was red with embarrassment. The rest of the morning went by quickly. I did well in my math test. I read two more chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird in English class. Soon we heard the lunch bell. I met my friends from the cheerleading team in the dining hall. I noticed Ryan a few tables away, sitting by himself. He caught me looking at him. I smiled at him quickly and looked away.
When we finished eating, we went to the courtyard to practice a cheer we would do at that night’s football game. After much practice, we finally managed to do the cheer perfectly. We decided to practice it again one last time. Just like the rest of my day so far, the cheer was going great. I raised my leg for one last toe touch. That was when I felt my jeans (牛仔裤) split (裂开) down the middle of my backside.
I froze. I had no idea what to do. I heard people burst out laughing and I saw them pointing at my torn jeans. I tried to cover myself with my hands, I tried to laugh too, but I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes.
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Then I saw Ryan running towards me.
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