A.Mary. | B.Tom. | C.Jack. |
A.The twins have a lot in common. |
B.The twins don’t look the same. |
C.The twins don’t act alike. |
A.Complaining about his mother. |
B.Borrowing some money. |
C.Making an apology. |
4 . What time will the dinner be?
A.At 5:00 pm. | B.At 8:00 pm. | C.At 9:00 pm. |
A.She misses her home very much. |
B.She hasn’t received her mother’s letter. |
C.She is worried about her mother’s health. |
A.Husband and wife. | B.Boss and secretary. | C.Workmates. |
7 . A man came home from work late to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door.
“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
“Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.
“Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
“If you must know, I make $20 an hour.”
Looking up, the little boy asked, “Daddy, may I please borrow $10?”
The father was angry, “If the only reason why you asked that is that you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard every day for such this childish behavior?”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. “How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?”
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down and started to think: “Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 because he really didn’t ask for money very often.”
The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep, son?” He asked. “No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too strict with you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took out my bad feelings on you. Here’s the $10 you asked for.” The little boy sat straight up, smiling, “Oh, thank you, daddy!” Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled(褶皱的)bills.
The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father. “Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father complained. “Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied. “Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”
1. Why was the father angry at first?A.Because he misunderstood his son. | B.Because he worked too late that day. |
C.Because his son wanted to buy a silly toy. | D.Because his son asked for too much money. |
A.To offer his son more money. | B.To check if his son was asleep. |
C.To make an apology for his strictness. | D.To take out his bad feelings on his son. |
A.That his son owed him money. | B.That his son had owned money. |
C.That his son had told a lie to him. | D.That his son refused to talk to him. |
A.Inspired. | B.Panicked. | C.Regretful. | D.Doubtful. |
8 . In my whole life I was frightened by doctors. So when I recently launched a series of writing and publishing courses, I was shocked to find among my students several physicians, the same profession as my father. And they all wanted to be writers. Whenever someone mentioned their medical background, I’d think: I have to call Dad to tell him, but I couldn’t.
Raised up in a big Michigan family with three brilliant loud science brain brothers, I’d always felt left out by their Disease Game at dinner, where Dad threw out cases for them to diagnose. Our house was their laboratory. I was frequently scared by bees in jars in the refrigerator and pet rats.
Getting to study medicine was always Dad’s dream, so he encouraged the boys to follow in his footsteps. But I never truly settled down, chasing my dream for literary here and there. My father opposed my liberalism. I was overjoyed when Random House published my humorous memoirs (回忆录) about my past addictions. My father wasn’t so joyful. “You’re bringing disgrace on our family,” he snapped.
At 87, when my father was admitted to hospital with heart and kidney failure, we had a rare afternoon alone. Sitting by his bed, I apologized for taking so long to figure out my life.
“I have a lot of regrets,” he said, “It took me too long to make a decent living, screwing up jobs because of my bullheadedness and big mouth.”
I was nervous when his physician Olaf emailed me, but it wasn’t bad news. “Your dad says you’re a professor who helps people publish. Could you help me?” he asked.
“What did you tell Olaf about me?” I questioned Dad that night, still surprised.
“That you stuck to your guns and became a success,” he said.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”
“I’m telling you now,” he said. He was pleased when I helped Olaf publish his first magazine piece.
I wish Dad were here so I could share the latest stories by my physician students. But I lost him four years ago. In a way, he still is, as I channel everything he taught me about hard work, and never giving up doing what you love.
1. What do we know about the author’s brothers?A.They used to make loud noise. | B.They were addicted to playing games. |
C.They were interested in medicine. | D.They distanced the author on purpose. |
A.Taking over. | B.Focusing on. | C.Contributing to. | D.Messing up. |
A.To help Olaf publish articles. | B.To discuss his physical condition. |
C.To promote the author’s courses. | D.To share the author’s memoirs. |
A.Enthusiastic but dishonest. | B.Modest but demanding. |
C.Conservative but loving. | D.Helpful but selfish. |
A.The woman’s. | B.The man’s. | C.Sam’s. |
A.Husband and wife. | B.Mother and son. | C.Teacher and student. |