| A．The man’s brother. | B．The man’s classmate. | C．A friend of the man’s brother. |
2 . Going out for a walk with their sons is a simple task for most fathers. But for Martin Ralfe and his one-year-old boy Leo, it can be a real
The pair have shared their special bond on Tik Tok and gone viral after showing how they go out for the day. Martin says it was actually his wife who
He said, “Our favorite
Martin’s TikTok account has thousands of
| A．pleasure | B．challenge | C．journey | D．misfortune |
| A．make | B．imagine | C．plan | D．enjoy |
| A．refuses | B．attempts | C．fails | D．decides |
| A．running away | B．settling down | C．falling down | D．hanging out |
| A．allowed | B．encouraged | C．taught | D．required |
| A．admitted | B．argued | C．protested | D．regretted |
| A．honest | B．generous | C．confident | D．ambitious |
| A．workouts | B．games | C．experiments | D．activities |
| A．catching | B．saving | C．feeding | D．raising |
| A．fortunately | B．particularly | C．probably | D．suddenly |
| A．followers | B．competitors | C．teammates | D．editors |
| A．honour | B．appreciate | C．protect | D．educate |
| A．keeping | B．playing | C．monitoring | D．making |
| A．comments | B．orders | C．suggestions | D．memories |
| A．different | B．normal | C．responsible | D．lucky |
3 . It was a carefree summer day when a father, Steven Poust, was out boating on the St. John’s River with his 4-year-old daughter Abigail and 4-year-old son Chase. The children were playfully swimming near their anchored boat while their father was fishing, smiling at his kids. Suddenly, Abigail got caught in the powerful current, forcing her to release the handle on the boat. Chase let go of the boat to take hold of his little sister, but he found himself caught in the current. When Steven jumped into the water to rescue his struggling children, he was also pulled in.
As they all drifted farther from the boat, the desperate father pushed his son to a safer place and tried to stick with his daughter as long as he could. However, he wore himself out later, and she drifted away from him. The father had to follow his daughter. So the responsibility to save the family was now on young Chase’s shoulders.
Steven instructed his son to swim to the shore and find immediate help. Meanwhile, he would attempt to retrieve his little girl, who was continuously being pulled farther from his reach.
Chase did as he was told. The young boy was swimming against the current, which made it more difficult to swim toward the shore. However, the young boy continued to swim with one thought in mind: to save his family. Chase swam as fast as he could to reach the riverbank. When he grew tired, Chase cleverly floated on his back; at times, he paddled to conserve his energy. Once he reached the shore, he raced to the closest house he could find, knocked on the door and screamed for help. The owners answered and immediately dialed 911.
The Jacksonville Fire and Rescue Department responded quickly. They located the empty boat. In the water, they found kids’ shoes, a cellphone and fishing poles floating near the boat. After a 90-minute search, the search crew located the father and the daughter in the water, who had been swept a mile and a half from their abandoned boat.
1. What can we know from paragraph 1?| A．They had nothing to do but play near the water. |
| B．They had a very pleasant time before the accident. |
| C．Steven was so absorbed in fishing that he didn’t look after his kids well. |
| D．Abigail released the handle on the boat to seek something new and exciting. |
| A．His mental strength ran out. | B．His swimming skill was poorer. |
| C．He had to try to save his daughter. | D．He wanted to get Chase trained. |
| A．Chase’s intelligence and flexibility towards different situations. |
| B．The rapid response and efficient work of relevant department. |
| C．Abigail and Steven’s optimism and never giving up the hope of living. |
| D．The kindness and warm heart of the room owners. |
| A．Devoted and calm. | B．Brave and generous. |
| C．Strict and smart. | D．Ambitious and honest. |
George was a driver and he spent so much time at his work that he could hardly have a meal together with his wife and three children. In the evenings he attended classes, seeking to get knowledge that one day would help him to find a better paying job.
George’s family often complained that he was not spending enough time with them, but his only answer was, “I am doing all this for you and I work hard to provide my family with the best that I can.”
Soon after George had passed his exams, he received a good job offer with a salary, which was significantly higher than he had before. So now George could provide his family with more expensive clothes, some luxury items or vacations in foreign countries. It was like a dream come true, but family still did not get enough attention from George, as he continued to work very hard and often, he did not get to see his family for most of the week.
Time passed and George’s hard work paid off-he was promoted. He decided to relieve his wife from domestic works, so he hired a maid. He also decided that their flat was not big enough for their family and they needed a more spacious one. Thus he needed to work even harder and, moreover, he continued his studies, so that he would be promoted again. George worked so hard that sometimes he even had to spend his Sundays with his clients instead of his wife and children. And again, whenever family asked for his time and complained that they did not spend enough time together, he answered he was doing all this only for them.
A bit later George was promoted, and he could buy a spacious house with a beautiful view. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, George told his wife and kids now he decided not to take any studies or work not so hard so that he could spend more time with his beloved family.
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The next morning, George suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
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For many years my husband John and I dreamed and
Less than two months later we completed our home study and were
During his stay in hospital, we got to hold him and feed him, so we
It took 10 months for the adoption to become
| A．selfless | B．unconditional | C．independent | D．adorable |
| A．acquired | B．ensured | C．prayed | D．possessed |
| A．adopt | B．deliver | C．raise | D．abandon |
| A．approached | B．accompanied | C．spied | D．whispered |
| A．bring up | B．hold up | C．pick up | D．give up |
| A．considered | B．approved | C．rejected | D．ranked |
| A．casually | B．merely | C．straight | D．suddenly |
| A．abnormal | B．awful | C．awesome | D．unforgiving |
| A．bounced | B．bent | C．bounded | D．bonded |
| A．released | B．retired | C．withdrawn | D．departed |
| A．positive | B．odd | C．native | D．precious |
| A．royal | B．genuine | C．final | D．decent |
| A．originally | B．legally | C．ethnically | D．precisely |
| A．overcome | B．blessed | C．occupied | D．rewarded |
| A．waste | B．spend | C．regret | D．take |
When I was little, I lived in a house with a beautiful garden full of all kinds of Bowers. There was nothing I enjoyed more than sitting in the garden with my mother reading stories to me. When I was old enough to read, I enjoyed reading stories aloud to her.
I would never forget one day when I was in the third grade. I bad been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had rehearsed (排练) my lines so hard with me. But however easily I acted at home, the moment I stepped on stage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside, explaining that she had written a narrator’s (解说员) part to the play, and asked me to change roles. Her word, kindly expressed, still hurt, especially when I saw my part go to another girl.
I didn’t tell my mother what had happened when I went home after school that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden.
It was May and roses were blossoming and, under the trees, we could also see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) in the grass, as if a painter had painted our garden with red, yellow and green. I watched my mother casually bend down by one dandelion. ”I think I’m going to dig up all these weeds,” she said, pulling it up by its roots. ”From now on, we’ll have only roses in this garden. ”
“But I like dandelions,” I protested, “All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions.” “Yes, every flower is beautiful in its own way, isn’t it?” she asked thoughtfully. I nodded, pleased that I had won her over. “And that is true of people too,” she added. “Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that.” Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled to me gently.
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Para 1: “But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said.
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Para 2: After the play, I took home the flower.
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I bought a book about motivation the few weeks ago. My mother asked me that I would like to share it with others when she finished reading the book. Of course, I was willingly to give it to those who wanted it. It occurs to me that I should send it to my friend, Pam. She supported me through my learning journey but I valued her friendship greatly. Fortunately, she was being admitted into a key university last year. I told her pass it on to someone else if it wasn’t fit to her. I hoped that it would be reading instead of sitting on my bookshelf.
Every June, we renew an annual tradition at our house. Our children are given bowls and asked to collect pieces of nature that remind them of the summer. They leave those bowls on the front doorstep and we go for a walk. When we return, we find fairies (精灵) have turned the bowls’ contents into ice cream.
I’m not certain how this tradition developing. I think I was making up stories about fairies years ago, and it all just sort of happened. But ever since, it has been one of our favorite routines, fascinating in its simplicity. “When are the fairies coming?” six-year-old Anna had been asking all last June with expectation. Meanwhile, Joshua, nine, was getting wise to fairies and Father Christmas and such silly things. He said he would understand if, during our walk, Mum or Dad should forget something and return home.
The evening arrived. The children collected leaves, grass, pebbles, twigs and dead insects. We put their bowls on the front doorstep and went off on our walk. But after a while, I moaned (抱怨) that I had forgotten my keys and needed to go back. Joshua smiled a knowing grin (咧嘴笑) “Oh, wait,” I added, “I’ve found them! I don’t have to go back.” As we continued on our way, Joshua was beginning to get a bit confused.
Near our house, I warned that the fairies might not have arrived yet—we might need to walk for a bit longer. Joshua seemed relieved. Yes, he said, they probably hadn’t come. Yet when we reached the front door, the bowls were in the same place we had left them-filled with ice cream. Anna accepted all this with complete innocence, happy and excited and eager to eat. But Joshua was astonished, speechless, humbled. He looked up at me, at his dad, then gazed around the neighborhood in amazement. “The fairies must have come,” he said as we all sat down to feast, “Maybe … is there really … was this magic?”
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Joshua was quiet the entire evening, thinking over these events in his heart and mind.
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So I told my little boy the truth.
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Growing up, I was always around my grandma Meredith. She was the one who originally inspired my love for cooking and my dream of becoming a chef. Yet, one day I received a text that would turn my whole life around, “Grandma is seriously ill,” the text read, “and we need your help in assisting with her care.”
Without a second of hesitation, I agreed to travel back home. Thankfully, my boss at the restaurant let me take unpaid leave for the next several months so I could come home to help out with Gran. After driving across several states, I finally got back to our family home in West Virginia. Yet, what I saw was really bard for me to bear. The Meredith I saw then was not the lively, joyful Meredith I had seen while I was growing up.
“Tony!” she called to me from her bed, “It’s so good to see you! "
“Gran,” I sighed, “I’m not Tony. That’s dad, your son. I’m Hank.”
This was the start of a months-long journey of helping out around the house-cooking, cleaning, and, most of all, keeping Gran in good health and good spirits.
Every day, I cooked delicious food to keep everyone’s spirits high. But, secretly, I hoped that cooking some dishes that we had made together in my childhood would somehow help get Gran’s memory of me back, if not just for a moment.
Stews (炖菜), chops (排骨), roasts—I served all of these to Gran and my parents around the clock. When I wasn’t taking Gran out for strolls (散步) in her wheelchair or changing her bed sheets, I was cooking. I had cooked for dignitaries (显要人物) and rock stars while at the restaurant in New York City, but never had I poured my heart out into my meals than I did then for Grandma Meredith.
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After taking a few bites, Gran finally called out my name—my actual name.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________There have been so many acts of kindness that have touched me deeply. But the one that stands out the most was the one that happened, of all places, at the blacksmith shop at Old Sturbridge Village in Sturbridge, Massachusetts.
I had visited the village that day with my two children and my mother, who came along to enjoy this living museum, but also to assist me. While my daughter, age eleven, did not need the additional care, my son, at age seven, most certainly did.
When my son was a baby, it was very clear to me that there was something different about him. After countless trips to different specialists and the completion of diverse testing, a diagnosis of a particular chromosoral (染色体的) disorder was made, whose symptoms were also consistent with autism (自闭症). My son was constantly in motion and had no sense of danger, requiring that his caregivers watch his every move to prevent him from running away or heading into traffic. He also loved strangers, thinking that everyone was his potential best friend. He greeted everyone with hug.
The fact that he looked much older than his actual age, and he acted much younger, made it even harder for strangers to accept him. Although my son was still too young to recognize when he Was being rejected, every harsh word, refusal, or look of pity broke my heart. I had started to avoid taking him out in public.
That day, at the village, I had walked around taking my son’s hand, ready to protect him from being hurt by anyone. For some reason, my son had insisted on visiting the blacksmith (铁匠) building. He chatted about the shop for the entire day, constantly asking if it was time yet to visit the blacksmith. Knowing that refusal in any form at that place would cause my son to experience a great disappointment, I saved that building for the end of the day.
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With great worry, I allowed my son to enter.
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That sweet man then asked me if it would be okay for my son to join him.
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