1. What does the speaker think of his parents?
| A．They are strict. | B．They are kind. | C．They are patient. |
| A．Cooking. | B．Reading. | C．Running. |
| A．To dance with his friend. | B．To help himself relax. | C．To practice a new song. |
| A．A lasting friendship. | B．Tips on communication. | C．Parent-child relationship. |
With a wide smile on her face, 15-year-old Sirin eagerly rushed to her mom to show off her new painting. But Mom raised her eyebrows with eyes wide open, and spoke impatiently, “No time, baby. Right now I am busy with an important talk. Just wait for some time, OK?”
Holding her oil painting, she frowned (皱眉),and then searched for her dad. “Dad, see what I have done,” Sirin exclaimed cheerfully. Her dad turned around while adjusting his tie, grinned at her, and showed his thumbs up!
Immediately, Sirin replied angrily, “Dad, you haven’t seen it yet.”
He smiled at her saying, “No time, baby. I will see it later.” He just patted her back lovingly, kissed her forehead, and rushed for his office.
She was not a kid to be pleased with simple gesture or smile. She stood there for a few seconds, and then stormed off to her own bedroom. Hot air was blowing from her nostrils (鼻孔) ; her face turned into apple red. She threw the painting on the table, slammed the door and threw herself on her bed.
“Why is everybody so busy?” She recalled thousands of incidents that hurt her in preschool, middle school and even in high school too! She assumed at least her own family members would give some values to her thoughts, but they were no exception. Unconsciously, her eyes were filled with tears.
The knocking sound on the door put a sudden stop to her thought. Her mom was calling her for dinner. Sirin deliberately (故意地) came late to join them. She kept silent and didn’t look at anyone, scratching the table mat with her nail. Her mom was puzzled at the unusual behavior. Suddenly the morning incident came to mind. Softly, she asked, “ Honey, did I do anything wrong? ”
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At this very moment, Sirin could no longer resist her anger.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Our friendship can be traced back to our college days when I first met Rishi. We had our own share of first impression about each other. Mine was—she’s a lovely and charming personality. Hers was—I look like an arrogant (傲慢的) personality. I don’t blame her for this. Many of my close friends had the same view when they first met me. Blame it on me being a shy person to some extent.
We became really close within a short period of time. Ours was a group of four people divided into 2 each during our final year when we both chose advertising as our specialisation and the other two journalism. Back then, I was a regular user of BBM Messenger and hardly used WhatsApp.
On one specific occasion, we had really bad argument about a failed project. The usual blame game was on. We decided to put it past us and focus on our studies. During this time, she once handed me her phone to show me a picture. While I was going through that, I came across a message from a particular WhatsApp group that comprises of her and my other two friends. I asked her permission to view the group. She had a blank expression on her face. But she allowed me to go ahead.
I was in shock while going through their messages. Not really positive things were said about me in particular. It shook me. Because these were the people I considered my friends. I broke down in front of her. She apologised. But I felt cheated on. I told her about my decision of not wanting to continue this friendship further. We both missed each other. But neither of us wanted to give the last try.
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Then came our official last trip.
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It’s been almost 7 years after graduation since we picked up our friendship.
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After Mom died, I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was weak and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading, “Drink your juice.” Such a gesture, I knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, I remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom “Why doesn’t Dad love me?” Mom frowned (皱眉). “Who said he doesn’t love you?!” “Well, he never tells me.” I complained. “He never tells me either,” she said, smiling. “But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That’s how your father tells us he loves us.”
I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. Dad owned and operated a small scrap metal (收破烂金属) business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. The machine that he used looked like a giant pair of scissors with blades (刃) thicker than my father’s body. If he didn’t feel those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. “Why don’t you hire someone to do that for you?” Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment (搽剂). “Why don’t you hire a cook?” Dad asked, giving her one of his rare smiles.
Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me, I walked over, hugged him and said, “I love you, Dad.” From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave hugs to him.
1. What did the note say every morning the author’s father put it on the kitchen table?(no more than 5 words)2. Why did the author complain to his mother about his father?(no more than 10 words)
3. How did the author’s father show his love for his family?(no more than 10 words)
4. What conclusion can we draw about the author’s father from the underlined sentence in the second but last paragraph?(no more than 10 words)
5. Are you moved by this story? Tell us how you will show your love for your parents.(no more than 20 words)
I was home with my two young kids, when my mind started to wander. I was reflecting on my past and couldn’t help but think: Whatever happened to Kathy?
Kathy lived in a tiny Canadian town and she became my pen pal when I was 13. As a girl growing up in New Zealand, I was curious to learn more about the world and Kathy’s letters certainly showed me how different life could be in another country.
When I was 18, the letters had petered out (逐渐减少) and we lost contact. I’d gone on to marry my husband, Paul, and start a family, but the more I thought about it, the more I missed news of Kathy’s adventures. I decided to write to Kathy and knowing that her parents lived in such a small town, I addressed the letter to them and hoped for the best.
Three weeks later, my heart leapt when I got an envelope postmarked from Canada. “I recognized your handwriting straightaway,” Kathy wrote to me. It turned out that, like me, she’d also married but due to health problems, she was unable to have children. Her job as a nurse kept her busy and she enjoyed helping others.
Realizing how quickly life could change. I promised to keep writing to her no matter what. Her letters soon became a highlight for me, giving me the same excitement I’d felt as a 13-year-old.
One day, when Paul was using the saw (锯子) to cut some wood, a splinter (尖细条) flew into the center of my right eye and I lost my sight permanently. Paul felt terrible and while it was a huge blow (打击) for me, I tried to carry on as best I could. Soon, I needed an artificial eye (义眼, 假眼) and received financial compensation (赔偿) as a result of the accident in our yard.
One day, Paul advised “Gayel, you should use the money to do something for yourself.” “Maybe I should use it to meet Kathy,” I joked, thinking it would take a very long time and couldn’t really happen. I expected Paul to be against it, but he was all for it. “That’s exactly what you should do,” he insisted, knowing how much this friendship meant to me. I struggled so much inside that I tossed and turned at night. But I finally made up my mind to visit Kathy, a friend I knew well but hadn’t seen in years.
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So I left Paul and the kids to travel 30 hours to reach Kathy.
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“You should throw me in the bin, Mummy.”
Those are the words my son say to me, words a mother should never hear their child say. When I asked him why, he told me that like his digger, he was broken and could not be fixed. My heart cracked a little more at that and I knew that, I had to try and find a way to bring back the joy into our world.
At age two, he was diagnosed with type two diabetes and he was “just losing his puppy fat”. My son grew sicker and sicker until eventually, he was admitted into hospital.
Motherhood changed in that moment. I went from “Mummy” to nurse, always keeping a watch for signs he might be in danger from his own body. It can be hard to find the balance between the demands of being a full-time carer for a child with illness and being a mother. In those early days, it broke me to hear him beg and cry for me not to hurt him with needles again. The risks that come along are as big as they can be: blindness, organ failure, coma, death. His life is, and always will be, dependent on the monitoring and assessment of all these factors.
Yet, I had to find a way to raise him to know that he could live it fully and with all his dreams within reach. I had to learn how to live with these two roles, just as he had to learn to live with the demands his body would place on him. What I had not expected was to find the way through in the mud and rubble (瓦砰) of a new-build social housing estate.
My husband, son and I moved to the new estate in Cumbria when my son was four. The back garden was nothing more than a patch of newly sown grass, and a thin layer of topsoil. Underneath that was rubble and rock. The site was a former industrial stoneworks, and but to us, it was a place of hope.
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Soon after we moved in, my son and I decided to plant a garden.
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This small garden let us both live again.
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7 . I saw a photograph in a magazine once. A male lion was seated on the ground. Beside him was a young lion, and the young was giving him a
Not long ago at a
My brother has two daughters. They are both
June 19 is Father’s Day, the day we thank dad for all the things he does for us and for all the times he is there when we need him. Moms are the
So, thanks to all the dads who endure, protect and help. They are the everyday heroes that children need.
1.| A．bite | B．push | C．kiss | D．touch |
| A．occasionally | B．already | C．actually | D．simply |
| A．why | B．whatever | C．what | D．where |
| A．volleyball | B．baseball | C．basketball | D．football |
| A．drawing | B．attracting | C．having | D．paying |
| A．man | B．hand | C．head | D．arm |
| A．who | B．which | C．that | D．what |
| A．protect | B．appreciate | C．assist | D．support |
| A．ripe | B．tall | C．strong | D．grown |
| A．and | B．otherwise | C．for | D．or |
| A．called in | B．called off | C．held back | D．gave away |
| A．to | B．by | C．with | D．through |
| A．parent | B．key | C．heart | D．woman |
| A．stable | B．available | C．reliable | D．approachable |
| A．charming | B．handsome | C．confident | D．shy |
8 . He was already asleep. His bag stood ready by the backdoor. His pencil box was filled with
I thought back to his first day of kindergarten (幼儿园). How he ran in
Kindergarten is Mother’s Day gifts made with handprints. High school is a funny
Kindergarten is the
As I watched him
| A．quickly | B．freshly | C．obviously | D．extremely |
| A．behind | B．down | C．on | D．ahead |
| A．journey | B．school | C．accommodation | D．destination |
| A．confidence | B．disappointment | C．excitement | D．sadness |
| A．suitable | B．awkward | C．hard | D．anxious |
| A．at last | B．on his own | C．in advance | D．on purpose |
| A．topic | B．success | C．course | D．card |
| A．fine | B．terrible | C．bad | D．busy |
| A．duty | B．failure | C．gift | D．beginning |
| A．lonely | B．complete | C．unhappy | D．positive |
| A．leave | B．love | C．miss | D．support |
| A．get off | B．get out of | C．get on | D．get into |
| A．arrived | B．started | C．left | D．broke |
| A．answered | B．repeated | C．cried | D．mouthed |
| A．rest | B．work | C．hand | D．heart |
假如你是李华，你的同班同学小明觉得自己手机太旧，想要一部最新的iPhone，但是他的父母不同意，小明为此很苦恼，请给他写一封信，谈谈你对此事的看法。
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A Pleasant Surprise
For a long time, I had been longing for a piano of my own to practice on.
There was a piano shop on the street through which I went to school every day. Whenever I passed the shop, I would stop, looking at the beautiful piano which stood in the corner of the shop window. How I had been dreaming day and night to possess a piano like that!
Unfortunately, Father was just a clerk. Times were tough during the Depression, and there were five mouths to feed, besides buying coal and wood for the stove. In order to lay aside some money, on cold winter days Father walked 7 miles every day to get to work. No, he couldn’t afford to buy me an expensive piano—such an extravagance (奢侈品), though he knew that I was very anxious for one as a gift.
On my birthday, after school I went as usual to the shop window to look at the piano, but to my surprise the piano had gone. In fact, I should not have been surprised, others had the right to buy it, if they could afford to. Tears filled my eyes when I thought of not being able to see that piano any more.
Disappointed, helpless and sad, I wandered aimlessly up and down the street. About an hour later, I had just entered into our house, when I heard my mother calling me. I brushed away my tears and went into the dining-room where she was.
I could not believe my eyes.
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