1 . There isn’t a book that I always
This Christmas, then, the following unchanging ritual (仪式) will be
When he did this the first time our children were
“Richard Burton is the best,” my husband then cut in
My husband will sonorously (洪亮地)
“It is a spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black…”
Filled with seasonal feeling and wonder as any bible reading or carol, the best bit for me is watching my children’s faces as the
This is as much a part of Christmas as a Festival of Ten Lessons and Carols from Kings to all my family, and this is
“Time passes. Listen. Time passes. Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. ”
Of course, on the face of it, Thomas’s A Child’s Christmas in Wales is the more
All is dark, all is bright in both, but the one I ponder
| A．rely | B．return | C．reply | D．repeat |
| A．song | B．dance | C．lyric | D．music |
| A．integral | B．extra | C．optional | D．compulsory |
| A．experimental | B．annual | C．daily | D．unusual |
| A．opposed | B．outweighed | C．observed | D．obsessed |
| A．toy | B．poem | C．record | D．trick |
| A．puzzled | B．scared | C．amazed | D．calm |
| A．in term of | B．as though | C．in that | D．even though |
| A．happily | B．peacefully | C．hurriedly | D．confidently |
| A．tones | B．sounds | C．sighs | D．whispers |
| A．adapting | B．assuming | C．avoiding | D．arming |
| A．lead in | B．join in | C．take in | D．sink in |
| A．timeless | B．priceless | C．worthless | D．lifeless |
| A．under | B．beneath | C．via | D．without |
| A．when | B．what | C．where | D．why |
| A．coal | B．ice | C．oil | D．flame |
| A．admirable | B．appropriate | C．acknowledged | D．apparent |
| A．winding | B．promising | C．closing | D．stopping |
| A．woke | B．suicided | C．died | D．slept |
| A．in | B．over | C．across | D．beyond |
High—school sports is the biggest thing that happens in our town of Verden, population six hundred. Sports are important in our family. Both of our sons were high—school athletes. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when Lauren announced she was going out for the girls’ basketball team, but I was because she has Down syndrome(唐氏综合征). My wife and I never told Lauren that she was different, treating her like our other children.
“I’m gonna play basketball, Daddy.” Lauren flew into my arms when I came in from work. “That’s nice, honey,” I replied automatically and patted her, figuring she meant outside—on the driveway.
Walking into the kitchen, I met my wife Laura, whose frown indicated I’d missed something. Laura spoke slowly, her tone steady. “She meant she’s joining the girls’ high—school basketball team.”
Just as her words sank in, I heard Lauren behind me. “I’m gonna be a Lady Tiger,” she yelled, skipping into the room and throwing her arms in the air. Everything that could happen flashed through my mind. I discussed Lauren’s announcement with my wife that evening and finally agreed. After all, there were only 11 girls, not everyone willing to play.
The next afternoon, I parked in front of the school gymnasium. Inside, Coach Forsythe greeted us, “We’re glad Lauren came out for the team. She is not just a cheerleader!” Lauren stood alone at the other end of the court, shooting free throws. No other girl on the court grinned（咧嘴笑）like Lauren did, and after every shot, Lauren approvingly cried, “Woo hoo!”, seemingly not caring if she made the basket or not.
Mid-November, the season’s first basketball game arrived. I settled into a seat with the rest of my family. The game got off to a good start, but soon Lady Tigers was behind. Lauren followed the movement on the court and reacted to every play. Even though Lauren wasn’t playing, she looked as if she were having the time of her life. I felt admiration for my daughter. Plus, her team was getting beat, yet she still enjoyed the action. Just less than two minutes left, and Lady Tigers was down by seventeen points.
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Still in high spirits, Lauren cheered for Lady Tigers off the court.
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Then a teammate passed Lauren the ball.
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It was in 1959, one week before my 10th birthday, my mother announced we were taking a trip to Niagara Falls when summer vacation started. Reservations had been made for a hotel and a Maid of the Mist Boat Tour trip. It all sounded incredibly good until Mom said we would drive to Canada.
Driving in the car meant I’d share the back seat with my 3-year-old sister. “Sitting in the back seat all day is dull,” I thought.
“Hey, can we take a plane there instead?” I asked between mouthfuls of hamburger and French fries.
“Sorry, honey, maybe next time,” my mother replied as she and my father exchanged glances.
“Dad, how long a ride is it to Canada?”
“It’s about nine hours, pal.”
This was an excellent chance to get one parent on my side. “That’s not fair to you, Dad. You’ll be too tired to have fun after driving so much.” I crossed my fingers. “Then you’ll have to drive all the way home too! Being on a plane would be very relaxing for you because you won’t be driving so much.”
My father smiled and patted my back. “Thanks for being so concerned, but I’ll be fine. No need to worry.” Then he looked at my mother and winked.
Parents can be so frustrating. Didn’t they get it? I’m in desperate need of a plane ride, and I need something cool to talk about with my friends when we get home. I lost control. “Sitting in the back seat of the car sucks,” I blurted out, then rapidly covered my mouth with a hand to prevent any other forbidden words from escaping.
“Jay!” My mother shouted. “Watch your mouth!”
“I don’t want to hear that type of language again,” my father said, slapping the table angrily.
“Ok, sorry, but I really wanted to go by plane.”
“This conversation’s over.” My father said. “If you have finished eating, go to your room.”
On Saturday morning, We loaded all our luggage into the car.
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My father turned the key and started the engine.
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Then I was surprised to see a sign that read “Airport Parking”.
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4 . The older I get, the more I understand how my teachers have transformed my life.
On a recent Sunday afternoon, I went to see Mr. C at Roxbury Park in Beverly Hills. His love of life has not dimmed despite the fact that his legs no longer work like they used to. He visited some of his former students while he was in town. At Beverly Hills High School, Mr. C taught ancient history, coached football and golf, and risked his life teaching driver’s training on Saturday mornings from 1964 to 1988. The gray and hobbled students lined up one after another to thank their favorite teacher. One called him a rock star. Another was grateful for helping him when he couldn’t say so. It was a beautiful tribute, especially in these times of catastrophic teacher shortages.
Spending that Sunday in the park with Mr. C was nothing short of magic. It was a reminder of all that is promising and possible in public education, including a teacher whose rare emotional honesty could be appreciated and honored decades later. It also brought to mind Maya Angelou’s saying “People will forget what you said and did, but never forget how you make them feel.” He made me and others in the park feel heard and seen.
Mr. C changed my perception of myself. Rather than seeing myself as a loser cheerleader who couldn’t compete with the smart kids, I realized how much I loved learning. His history class was so interesting. In his classes about the Persians, Greeks, and Romans, extra credits can be earned for creativity. During earthquake drills, we counted on Mr. C to scream his head off in mock terror.
It should come as little surprise that I’d value the role of teachers in my life. Both of my parents taught; so did my siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins. I, too, have become a teacher and I try to follow in Mr. C’s footsteps. Some days, I fantasize what it would be like to go on a teacher tour, reaching out to my mentors to express my deep gratitude for all they’ve given me. Seeing Mr. C sparked that fantasy again. When I finally worked up my courage to thank him, knowing a floodgate of tears would open, he said to me with his typical modesty: “You were doing me more good than I was doing you.”
1. What does the underlined word “tribute” mean in Paragraph 2?| A．enthusiasm | B．admiration | C．devotion | D．commitment |
| A．To make a suggestion. |
| B．To introduce a celebrity. |
| C．To show respect to an educator. |
| D．To interpret the influence of education. |
| A．Enjoyable. | B．Intolerant. | C．Incompetent. | D．Patient. |
| A．A reunion. | B．A rock star. | C．A surprise. | D．A great teacher. |
The little car was crowded with kids: my brothers and sisters. We fought, debated and cried, making much noise. Being part of a big family was really starting to annoy me. For example, my brothers and sisters knocked on the bathroom door all the time. How I wanted to be the only child in my family.
As the car rolled down the small road, my mom said cheerfully, “The pool is three minutes away. You’ll have much time to swim.” Swimming was a peaceful activity. I could float on my back and look at the sky. I could pretend I was the only person in the world. Mom parked the ear beside a small row of other cars. “One at a time,” she yelled before the car doors opened. Nobody listened. The car doors all flew open at once. After pushing, yelling and crying, we came out.
I was like a leaf floating in a large pool peacefully. Everything was silent under water. For the moment, I felt I was the only child there. I didn’t have to share things like snacks with other kids. My stomach made a noise at the thought of food. Hadn’t Mom packed a huge bag of chips for our snack? I stood up to walk to shore.
Oh! Park sandy water suddenly filled my mouth and covered my head. The rocky ground was gone;I was pushed into ed, dark water tried to kick to the surface. As my face peeked out from under the water, I took deep water. I tried to swim and leave the deep water. But it didn’t work. I only knew how to float.
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The water closed over my head again.
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I could feel my body moving upward as a familiar hand started to pull me through the water.
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6 . A LETTER TO MY NEIGHBOUR
You have always been reserved, polite neighbors who kept to yourselves. You have the best house in the
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I once started to
Over the years your apples have been turned into
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| A．universe | B．field | C．row | D．valley |
| A．built | B．appeared | C．painted | D．removed |
| A．divided | B．shared | C．provided | D．delivered |
| A．picks | B．obtains | C．harvests | D．bears |
| A．natural | B．precious | C．unique | D．unforgettable |
| A．issue | B．schedule | C．budget | D．relationship |
| A．at most | B．on average | C．at all | D．on end |
| A．desired | B．struggled | C．agreed | D．forgot |
| A．put in | B．put off | C．put down | D．put up |
| A．remember | B．guess | C．calculate | D．recall |
| A．though | B．otherwise | C．anyway | D．instead |
| A．bargain | B．resist | C．possess | D．afford |
| A．proper | B．easy | C．perfect | D．enough |
| A．common | B．sour | C．delicious | D．cheap |
| A．froze | B．stole | C．won | D．melted |
| A．struck | B．convinced | C．occurred | D．informed |
| A．fortune | B．disaster | C．hurt | D．warmth |
| A．right | B．drive | C．tradition | D．cause |
| A．part | B．fact | C．vain | D．all |
| A．kitchen | B．shelter | C．restaurant | D．market |
My parents grew up poor. But as a family, we were comfortable, though we didn’t have much what would be considered luxuries. One year, my father went on a trip to Italy and brought my mother an opal ring. It was her favorite stone, and she cherished that ring. It represented Dad’s love for her.
Dad died at the age of 53 in 1980 after a grueling battle with cancer. Mom was working at Burlington Coat Factory Department store. She usually wore the ring to work. Over the years, the ring became impossible for my Mom to wear because of her swollen knuckles (指关节). I had the ring fitted with a clasp so that Mom could wear it again. She took great pride in the frequent compliments as she got on that ring.
One day during her shift, the ring slipped off. She didn’t realize it until the following day. Mom was sad. The ring did not have a high monetary value, but it meant as much to her as life itself. I decided to go and look for it.
I encountered Chloe, one of my Mom’s co-workers at my Mom’s workplace. She led me to the store where Mom worked, and then left. It was packed with clothes, racks and tables. I started row by row crawling on the floor to see if I could find the ring underneath all the clothes. When I got to the last row and hadn’t found the ring, the thought occurred to me that it might have fallen into the pocket of a coat as my Mom was hanging or rearranging the clothes. I started feeling around in the pockets of some of the coats, but quickly abandoned. There were at least 20,000 pieces of clothing in that department. The attempt seemed useless.
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I stood by a small table in disappointment when Chloe came in.
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I called my Mom and now I was choking back tears.
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I was packing lunch for my two children and myself when I suddenly began to doubt whether this was necessary. It was so early in the day it was still dark outside, and I was making sandwiches. I thought about just sending lunch money and getting an extra half hour of sleep. Being a single mom, I needed all the shut-eye I could get.
So why was I adding this stress to my life? It’s all because of genetics (遗传).
I remember my grandmother telling me how, many years ago, she packed leftovers (剩饭) for my grandfather’s lunch. He loved them but always seemed to come home hungry. Finally after much questioning, he admitted he had been giving away half his lunch to a co-worker who had none of his own. From that day forward, my grandmother always sent extra—just in case.
With five kids in school at the same time, my mom didn’t have time to pack lunches. We ate cafeteria food, which was fine with us. In the world of our primary school, it was not cool to bring your lunch from home. There was an exception to the no-pack rule, however. As a punishment, we were forced to bring our own lunch for however many days my mom chose to keep us. My time of suffering came in third grade. I had broken the rules. For four days, my noontime dinner consisted of a cheese and mustard sandwich, a bag of chips and one lonely cookie. By Friday my mom changed her mind. And although I still brought my lunch from home, she packed it for me.
That afternoon I opened my lunchbox to find my favorite egg salad sandwich, a choice apple and a whole giant cake with a note taped on top: “Just in case you want to share.” To my 10-year-old eyes, that cake looked big enough to feed the world. I was in heaven as I offered piece after piece to my friends. It was the best lunch of my life.
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As I continued packing lunch for my kids, I thought about my grandmother and mother.
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I emptied my own packed lunch on the table and divided it between the children, then made two more sandwiches.
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1.活动目的；
2.活动内容；
3.活动反响。
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The 31stNational Fire Prevention Day Activities In Our School
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Emily came from a musical family. Her father was a famous pianist in his early years and later was a music instructor. Her mother, however, was a performer and composer. Emily’s older brother was a Cello and part of the church’s choir. However, Emily wasn’t like her brother. She was unable to play any instrument.
“You have to be an instrument that you’re playing. Why aren’t you able to do it?” Emily’s father said to her, advising her to learn to play the piano. From time to time, her mother would show the wish that Emily could develop her ability to perform on the stage. It seemed that the whole family was pushing her to play music. Every time this happened, it was a massive pain for her. Emily felt that she wasn’t part of her family. It was her dream to become just like the rest of them. However, no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to.
“Being different doesn’t mean that you aren’t blessed with any potential or talent,” said Sarah, a teacher of Emily. “Maybe there is something interesting that I can do,” Emily thought. Every evening, Emily spent time sketching or drawing and painting in her bedroom. Her paintings showed her father on the piano and her brother on the Cello as well as her mother performing on the stage. Her paintings were vivid and the emotions were real. The paintings revealed how much her family was devoted to music. The paintings also revealed the things Emily was skilled at.
But her family did not even know. The only thing they knew was that Emily was unable to sing and play one musical instrument. And they weren’t happy with her at all. Emily was a lover of her loved ones, and she loved them dearly. She wanted to be the pride of the family someday. How could this happen when she wasn’t able to do what they asked her to accomplish?
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The answer was found when Sarah saw her gift for arts.
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When her parents saw her artwork, they were moved deeply.
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