1 . I have a feeling that the existence of the memory box may have troubled my father from the beginning. He didn’t give it to me until my twenty-first birthday even though it had been in our house all that time. Charlotte knew about it, of course, but neither she nor my father could bring themselves to mention it. I think they were both afraid of its significance. Also I was a highly imaginative child and they simply didn’t know how to introduce this memory box into my life.
Now, however, their nervousness makes me curious. What exactly were they afraid of? Did they think I might be shocked, and if so why? At any rate, both of them were visibly on edge, almost guilty, when finally on the morning of my twenty-first birthday they told me about it. It was clear they were relieved when I showed little interest in it. I said I didn’t want to open it, or even see it.
This was a lie, and yet not a lie. The box did, in fact, make me curious even if I found I wanted to suppress (抑制) the feeling. Aged ten, I don’t think I would have been able to. I’m sure I would have been too excited at the thought that it might contain all sorts of treasures; and then around fifteen I’d have found it irresistibly romantic and would have been ready to weep on discovering dried roses pressed between the pages of meaningful poems. But at twenty-one I was very self-centred; my curiosity was only slight and I could more easily deny it. In fact, I felt a kind of discomfort at the notion of a dying woman choosing what to put in a box for me.
Nevertheless, there was no doubt that it forced me to think of Susannah. Growing up, I could hardly have thought of her less, wanting Charlotte to be my only mother. I was always angry if anyone referred to her as my stepmother. However, Charlotte herself would try to calm me by pointing out that, whether I liked it or not, that was exactly what she was.
After Charlotte died, the hardest thing I had to do was go back into our old home. For a whole month, I was obliged to go there day after day until every bit of furniture, every object, every book and picture, every piece of clothing, every last curtain and cushion was sorted out and ready to be collected by all manner of people. This was, of course, how I found the box, even though I very nearly missed it. My attention might not have been caught if it had not been for an odd-looking pink label attached to the parcel. On the label, written in ink which had faded but which you could still read was my own name – For my darling Catherine Hope, in the future.
1. Who left the memory box to the writer?| A．Her sister. | B．Her step mother. |
| C．Her father. | D．Her mother. |
| A．The writer had complicated feelings about the box. |
| B．The writer admitted to her parents she once told a lie. |
| C．The writer wondered why she didn’t want to see the box. |
| D．The writer was hardly curious about what was in the box. |
| A．Charlotte referred to herself as her stepmother. |
| B．She hoped Charlotte could care more about her. |
| C．Charlotte calmed her down by talking of Susannah. |
| D．She missed her mother from the bottom of her heart. |
| A．The writer didn’t see the box until Charlotte died. |
| B．The writer could have a happier childhood without the box. |
| C．The writer blamed her parents for not giving her the box earlier. |
| D．The writer didn’t know the existence of the box before she was 21. |
Margaret Thatcher and her father
Margaret Thatcher was born in 1925. To know Margaret you have to know his father. The main influence on her has been, and remains, that of her father. And for him she was not only a daughter, but pupil, the offspring who could and would achieve the greater, wider life
Alfred Roberts was born in Ring-stead Northampton-shire, one of the seven children of a shoemaker. He left school at the age of twelve and, because his eyesight was poor,
Alfred Roberts was an impressive man, six feet three inches with curly blond hair which had turned white when he was still young. His bright blue eyes looked out
Asked by the reported what first came into her mind when she looked back on her father she answered, “his simple belief is
3 . After my father left us, my mother had to go back to work to support our family. Once I came out of the kitchen, complaining, “Mom, I can’t peel potatoes. I have only one hand.”
Mom never looked up from sewing. “You get yourself into that kitchen and peel those potatoes,” she told me. “And don’t ever use that as an excuse for anything again!”
In the second grade, our teacher lined up my class on the playground and had each of us race across the monkey bars, swinging from one high steel rod to the next. When it was my turn, I shook my head. Some kids behind me laughed, and I went home crying.
That night I told Mom about it. She hugged me, and I saw the “we’ll see about that” look. The next afternoon, she took me back to school. At the deserted playground, Mom looked carefully at the bars. “Now, pull up with your right arm,” she advised. She stood by as I struggled to lift myself with my right hand until I could hook the bar with my other elbow (手肘). Day after day we practiced, and she praised me for every rung (横档) I reached. I’ll never forget the next time, crossing the rungs, I looked down at the kids who were standing with their mouths open.
One night, after a dance at my new junior high, I lay in bed crying. I could hear Mom come into my room. “Mom,” I said, weeping, “none of the boys would dance with me.”
For a long time, I didn’t hear anything. Then she said, “Oh, honey, someday you’ll be beating those boys off with a bat.” Her voice was faint and trembling; I peeked out from my covers to see tears running down her cheeks. Then I knew how much she suffered on my behalf. She had never let me see her tears.
1. Which of the following expressions can be used most suitably to describe Mom’s attitude when she made her child peel potatoes?| A．Cruel. | B．Tolerant. | C．Strict. | D．Positive. |
| A．the skill to throw and catch things |
| B．the speed of one’s hand movement |
| C．the strength and skill to hang and sway |
| D．the bodily skill to rotate round a bar |
| A．they felt sorry for what they had done before |
| B．they were afraid the author might fall off and get hurt |
| C．they wanted to see what the author would do on the bars |
| D．they were astonished to find the author’s progress |
| A．the last incident was sad enough to make Mom weep |
| B．the child’s experience reminded Mom of that of her own |
| C．Mom could solve any problem except the one in the last paragraph |
| D．in fact Mom suffered more in the process of the child’s growth |
2021年10月充满着希望，我们看到了二度出征太空的女宇航员，本届诺贝尔奖获得者出炉，电影《长津湖》（Battle of Chosin Reservoir）重现的抗美援朝战斗事迹……，各行各业的古今优秀人物为人类发展做出了积极贡献，是我们青年人学习的榜样，也是一些人的偶像。当然，我们青年人的偶像也可能是生活中的平凡之人。偶像的力量无穷，请谈谈你的偶像，及他或她之于你的力量。
内容必须包括：
1. 简要介绍你的偶像；
2. 以例子说明你的偶像身上的某些优秀品质；
3. 谈谈你从偶像身上学到了什么。
Sharing the sweetness
On the 25th of December, my mother expects her children to be present, exchanging gifts and eating turkey. When she pulls on that holiday sweater, everybody better gets festive. Of course, I would be the first Jones sibling
No one took my new idea seriously. From the way my mother carried on, you would think I was divorcing the family. Still I held my ground and made plans for my winter adventure in New Hampshire. The MacoDowell Colony was
By Christmas Eve, I had been at the colony for more than a week. The novelty of snowy New England was wearing off, but I would never admit
Finally, I called home on the pay phone. My dad answered, but I
Despite a heavy snowstorm, a large package showed up near my door at the artist colony on Christmas morning. Tayari Jones was written in my mother’s beautiful handwriting. I rushed to that parcel
As I sliced the cake, everyone gathered around. Mother had sent a genuine homemade gift. It was a minor Christmas miracle that one cake managed to feed so many. We ate it from paper towels with our bare hands,
| A. viral B. tailor C. overwhelming D. conventional E. lifeline F. shut G. distance H. crediting I. frustrated J. restrictive K. satisfaction |
Many parents have toyed with home schooling. The idea conjures up idyllic(田园诗般的) images of bright-eyed children and earnest parents clustered at the kitchen table, unravelling the mysteries of maths, science and languages free of the dogma and structures of
This week, parents have confronted a more chaotic reality－not home schooling in the usual sense, but enforced schooling, from home. Kitchen tables strewn(布满) with books and cereal bowls;
A video that went
Some will have taken instantly to schooling from home, pleasantly surprised at the
Home learning, as more usually understood, is not a new idea. The modern homeschool movement emerged in the 1970s, promoted by the likes of John Holt, an American teacher and education writer. He advised parents to
The most recent estimates suggest that close to 60,000 children are home schooled in England, for reasons including mental health issues and special educational needs. Some parents have given up on what they see as a
Many technology entrepreneurs, including Google founder Larry Page, have talked about their formative years attending Montessori schools,
For parents settling in for the long haul during today's health crisis, technology is proving a
How best to make it work? Experts say children should rise, breakfast and work according to a clear timetable in line with normal schooling and parents should take a deep breath and keep calm.
| A. sympathy B. heartfelt C. valued D. terms E. serve F. compliment G. distraction H. thirsted I. obligation J. devoted K. affection |
I'm a 50-something male, the father of two mostly grown girls. I'm happy to say that both my parents are still kicking. I'm on good
I cannot, for the life of me, give a genuine
After years of psychotherapy and the obsessive self-examination common to my generation, I believe I know where this meanness of spirit comes from. Six kids in total, at a very tender age, there were five younger, cuter kids standing between me and object of our
You can imagine the sibling rivalry in a big family. Eventually I took haven in the written word to get away from it. But even before I learned to read, I had realized that giving any sign of approval or encouragement to my brothers and sisters could only
Five-year-old Albert Einstein stared at his hand as if it held magic. Cupped in his palm was a small, round instrument with a glass cover and a jiggling needle. Albert's father called it a compass. Albert called it a mystery. No matter how he moved the compass, the needle always pointed to the north. Quietly Hermann Einstein watched his son. Albert was a chubby little boy with pale, round cheeks and thick, black hair that was usually messy. His bright brown eyes were wide with discovery.
Something was in the room with him, Albert realized—something he couldn't see or feel, but that acted on the compass just the same. Deeply attracted, Albert listened to his father explain magnetism, the strange force that made the compass needle point north.
But then Albert had always been different from other children. Born March 14，1879, in Ulm, Germany, Albert hadn't been looked like other babies. As she cradled（摇） her new son in her arms, Pauline Einstein thought the back of his head looked strange.
When Albert was one, his family moved to Munich，where his sister, Maja, was born a year later. Looking down at the tiny sleeping bundle, Albert was puzzled. Where were the baby's wheels? Albert had expected a baby sister to be something like a toy, and most of his toys had wheels.
But Albert was a good listener and a good thinker. Sometimes when he went hiking with his parents and Maja, he thought about his father's compass and what it had showed to him. The clear, open meadows (草地) were filled with more than the wind or the scent of flowers.
| A．Other babies didn't have such large, pointed skulls. |
| B．But nothing his father said made the invisible power seem less mysterious or wonderful. |
| C．There was so much curiosity about the world that Albert was always by himself thinking hard. |
| D．They were also filled with magnetism(磁性). |
| E．Albert was ahead of his peers in different aspects. |
| F．Albert's parents were amused by his confusion. |
9 . “Just the man I was looking for,” said a voice at Winston’s back.
He turned round. It was his friend Syme, who worked in the Research Department. Syme was a philologist, a specialist in Newspeak. Indeed, he was one of the enormous team of experts now
“How is the dictionary
“Slowly,” said Syme. “I’m on the adjectives. It’s fascinating.”
He had
“The Eleventh Edition is the definitive edition,” he said. We’re getting the language into its final shape --- the shape it’s going to have when nobody speaks anything else. When we’ve finished with it, people like you will have to learn it all over again. You think, I dare say, that our chief job is inventing new words. But not a bit of it! We’re
His thin dark face had become animated and his eyes had grown almost dreamy.
“It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. It isn’t only the synonyms, there are also the antonyms. After all, what justification is there for a word which is simply the opposite of some other words? A word contains its
A sort of vapid eagerness fitted across Winston’s face. Nevertheless Syme immediately detected a certain
“You haven’t a real appreciation of Newspeak, Winston,” he said almost sadly. “In your heart you’d prefer to
| A．engaged | B．dressed | C．elected | D．appointed |
| A．getting on | B．putting on | C．carrying on | D．taking on |
| A．woken up | B．brightened up | C．put up | D．lived up |
| A．escaping | B．inventing | C．coining | D．destroying |
| A．skin | B．flesh | C．bone | D．muscle |
| A．involve | B．hold | C．contain | D．include |
| A．meaning | B．similarity | C．origin | D．opposite |
| A．random | B．vague | C．precise | D．misery |
| A．stronger | B．better | C．more | D．less |
| A．share | B．margin | C．lack | D．ounce |
| A．react | B．object | C．flee | D．stick |
| A．offer | B．narrow | C．widen | D．shoot |
| A．associated | B．lost | C．defined | D．explained |
| A．far from | B．close to | C．along with | D．parallel to |
| A．long after | B．long before | C．shortly after | D．shortly before |
假设你叫王林，你的美国好友John来信说他最近每天晚上玩手机到深夜，导致白天没有精神且食欲不振。他对此很担心，但又管不住自己，因此写信向你求助。请你用英语给John写一封回信，谈谈你的想法并给他一些建议。
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