1 . My 10-year-old Donna said, “Mom, I made a new friend at school today. Can she come over tomorrow?” Donna was a shy girl and I wanted her to make some friends to bring her out of her shell.
“Sure, honey, that sounds great,” I said, thinking back to my own best friend, Lillian. We lived across the street from each other in Washington Heights, New York. We met at the age of 10, too. Like my daughter, I was shy, but Lillian drew me out. She was one of the friendliest people in school, with shiny black hair and a mile-wide smile.
In senior high school, Lillian went on a trip to Florida. This was the first time we had to be away from each other for a few days. “I’ll be back soon,” she told me. But three days later, Lillian’s sister told me that she had fallen into a river and hadn’t come out any more. Soon, my family moved to New Jersey. Whenever I thought of her, tears came into my eyes.
The next day Donna brought her new friend home. “Hi, Mrs Loggia,” the little girl said. Her hair was so shiny and black and she shot me a big smile. “My name is Laura.”
My daughter’s new friend was so much like Lillian. I was still puzzled (迷惑) when Laura’s mom came to pick her up later that afternoon. I opened the door to let her in. “Judy!” she cried. “It’s me, Lillian’s sister, from Washington Heights.” Yes, my daughter’s friend looked familiar. She was Lillian’s niece (侄女).
1. Who is the author’s daughter?A.Lillian. | B.Donna. |
C.Judy. | D.Laura. |
A.to help her become less shy |
B.to help her become smart |
C.to help her live happily |
D.to help her walk out of her house |
A.was the daughter of Lillian’s sister |
B.was as old as her daughter |
C.was from Washington Heights |
D.had shiny black hair and a big smile, too |
A.she moved to New Jersey |
B.they were different from each other |
C.her best friend travelled to Florida |
D.her best friend lost her life on a trip |
When I think about what makes Christmas so magical, it’s not just gifts and Father Christmas
In December, we made sugar biscuits, stuffed the turkey and sang Christmas songs. Granny had
On Christmas morning, I was on my best
A few weeks after that Christmas, Granny passed
3 . Memories have great power over us. Childhood memories are the first memories we make. They can be like pleasant dreams with a smile or nightmares (噩梦). As parents, we can influence our children’s memories.
We can never be sure of what kind of memories we will remember or which events will stand out. Think of our strongest memories.
School takes up a lot of the childhood years. In an effort to make sure our children do not fall behind their classmates, we ask them to do their homework, stop playing so much and maybe send them to all kinds of classes.
What kind of memories the children form depends on their attitudes.
A.However, memories are important. |
B.Yes, school and grades are important. |
C.We can fill their memories with laughter. |
D.We often spend little time listening to them. |
E.We can help them develop positive attitude. |
F.Can you recall some little things in your childhood? |
G.Is it of major occasions like holidays and birthdays? |
4 . I come from a large family, and I share personality traits (性格特点) with several family members.
My grandfather and I both like to spend time outdoors.
Honestly speaking, it doesn’t really matter to me what we do together.
A.As a result, we usually read before bedtime. |
B.However, it’s a different story when winter comes. |
C.But it’s clear to me that I’m most like my grandfather. |
D.My grandfather always has a lot of interesting stories to tell. |
E.For example, we both enjoy riding bikes and doing other sports. |
F.I just like being with my grandfather and spending time with him. |
G.On the other hand, when we play one of my video games, I have fun because I’m competitive. |
5 . We parents often take material things for love. “I give him everything,” a disappointed mother complains. “New shoes, videogames, and his own TV. You’d think he’d at least show me respect!”
Of course, love and presents are related. Most parents work hard to earn money. They want their children to have more than they did and have better lives. The problem is, most children don’t connect the things parents buy with the labour that is paid for them. Children have more, but our culture—television in particular—teaches them that more is never enough. Having more does not mean that a child feels loved.
From a parent’s point of view, children are not thankful. But this has to do with their natural growth. Young children see their parents as all-mighty (万能的). If parents fail to provide what they want, it must be a matter of choice. It’s normal for children, even schoolage ones, not to be able to take another person’s point of view. For example, they may dislike their parents for working long hours, and not realise that the parents would also rather have more time at home.
In addition to giving presents, we have to find other ways to express love and create memories. Reading or telling stories together, making music and playing games are all ways for families to spend time without spending money. Traditions like reading favourite poems and even snowball fights all serve the purpose (达到目的). Most importantly, as parents, we have to learn to hold back some energy from our tiring jobs. When we’re present for our children, we ourselves become the presents we want to give.
1. What does the underlined word “them” (in Paragraph 2) refer to?A.The things parents buy. | B.Parents. | C.Children. | D.Better lives. |
A.want fewer presents | B.want presents rather than love |
C.are taught to ask for more | D.can live better without their parents |
A.There’s a heavy job load for some parents. |
B.There’s a lack of money in some families. |
C.There’s misunderstanding between parents and children. |
D.There’s little love between parents and children. |
A.Our children are good presents to us. | B.We should spend more time with our children. |
C.We ourselves need some presents. | D.We should give more presents to our children. |
1. Where is the speaker’s mother coming from?
A.Osaka. | B.New York. | C.San Francisco. |
A.It is too dirty. |
B.His girlfriend will visit him. |
C.His mother will stay with him. |
A.Have a party. |
B.Have dinner with his friends. |
C.Show his mother around the city. |
A.His friends. | B.His girlfriend. | C.His girlfriend’s parents. |
Several days ago, I came to London for a business meeting. My nephew Jordan is studying in Oxford University. Originally, I
The second Sunday in May is Mother’s Day. Originally
Stephanie: I think maybe it is those retail(零售) businessmen
Francisco: As a child, I just took my mother’s love
When I think about what makes Christmas so magical, it’s my memory of Granny as well as gifts and Father Christmas
I can well remember the last Christmas Granny
In December, we made sugar biscuits, stuffed the turkey and sang Christmas songs. Granny had the patience
On Christmas morning, I was on my best
A few weeks after that Christmas, Granny passed away. I think of her often. Each Christmas, I make a G-shape sugar biscuit and take out the music box,
10 . One of my wonderful memories is about a Christmas gift. Unlike other gifts, it came without wrap (包装).
On September 11th, 1958, Mum gave birth to Richard. After she brought him home from hospital, she put him in my lap, saying, “I promised you a gift, and here it is.” What an honour! I turned four a month earlier and none of my friends had such a baby doll of their own. I played with it day and night. I sang to it. I told it stories. I told it over and over how much I loved it!
One morning, however, I found its bed empty. My doll was gone! I cried for it.Mum wept and told me that the poor little thing had been sent to a hospital. It had a fever. For several days, I heard Mum and Dad whispering such words as “hopeless”, “pitiful”, and “dying”, which sounded ominous.
Christmas was coming. “Don’t expect any presents this year,” Dad said, pointing at the socks I hung in the living room.“If your baby brother lives, that’ll be Christmas enough.” As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears. I’d never seen him cry before.
The phone rang early on Christmas morning. Dad jumped out of bed to answer it. From my bedroom I heard him say, “What? He’s all right?” He hung up and shouted upstairs. “The hospital said we can bring Richard home!”
“Thank God!” I heard Mum cry.
From the upstairs window, I watched my parents rush out to the car. I had never seen them so happy. And I was also full of joy. What a wonderful day! My baby doll would be home. I ran downstairs. My socks still hung there flat. But I knew they were not empty; they were filled with love!
1. What happened to the author on September 11th, 1958?A.He got a baby brother. |
B.He got a Christmas gift. |
C.He became four years old. |
D.He received a doll. |
A.Impossible. | B.Boring. |
C.Difficult. | D.Fearful. |
A.Excitement. | B.Happiness. |
C.Sadness. | D.Disappointment. |
A.A sad Christmas day. |
B.Life with a lovely baby. |
C.A special Christmas gift. |
D.Memories of a happy family. |