My dad was a cleaner in my school. When I was 12, I decided to study hard to have a life different from his.
One day when Dad asked me to play basketball with him, I just replied, “I’m busy. I want to study well so that I can become a rich man. I don’t want to be a cleaner like you, Dad!” He was shocked (震惊的), but I didn’t care and continued studying hard. Finally, I graduated from high school with honors, and decided it was time to break free from my dad and follow my dreams.
“Dad, I got a scholarship to a law school in California,” I told him. “I’ll leave in 3 days.” My dad was surprised but proud of me. As I left for the airport 3 days later, he said, “Son, wherever you go, welcome back home.” I ignored his words and flew to California.
After I graduated, I found a great job there. Later, I was made manager and earned much money. I no longer remembered my father was a cleaner. I had forgotten my dad, who was still cleaning my school. I seldom answered his calls or wrote back to him. I was busy; I still had a lot more to achieve.
With time, the more success I tasted, somehow, the lonelier I became. I felt especially lonely on my 31st birthday. I kept checking my phone, hoping someone wished me a happy birthday. But there wasn’t a single call or message. Later that evening when I returned home from my office, something in my mailbox drew my attention.
“A letter?” I whispered and saw it was from my father. He never forgot to mail me a letter on my each birthday. However, I never took the trouble to read it. “How did I ignore him?” I thought. I brought the letter home and took out his earlier letters. And I opened one. It read, “Wherever you are, I love you to the last drop of my blood. I wish you a happy life.”
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I picked up another letter and read it.
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________2 . My memories of my father are divided into parts and shares. Alive, and then dead. Healthy, and then helpless. And further back in time, the first and most division: Present and then absent; loving, and then indifferent.
He used to be a good writer and loving father. When I was a 16-year-old girl, he was fired from his company, a public, gossip-based dismissal that he would spend decades refusing responsibility for. This was the first crack that divided my relationship with him into poles of before and after. To escape his shame, he pushed away those who reminded him of it, first divorcing my mother, then alienating my sister and I.
As an adult, my relationship with my father was one of low expectations and high boundaries. He spent most of his time travelling. But when he died of heart failure in August, I was knocked off balance by the weight of the blow. I thought, after years of setting up delicate fences around our relationship, that I had already begun letting go. His death delivered a realization: despite years of analyzing his complicated love for me, there were pieces of my father I never understood—until I found my father’s notebooks in his cupboard.
In the notebooks, he often collected documentation: train tickets from Rome or a photograph of San Francisco’s Prescott Hotel. But what he was also doing was offering fatherly guidance, the kind I could only receive after he died. His life, in which what he had was never quite enough, was eventually exposed. In his final decade, he realized he had built a castle for himself upon sand and regret. Now in his entries, I hear his voice. “Debaleh,” I hear him say, using his pet name for me, “learn from my mistakes.”
I read these pages among my dad’s clothes, and wept. I hadn’t known that my father, too, lived with that familiar ache for new horizons in his heart, the one that can only be comforted by traveling.
1. Why did the author’s father keep away from his family?A.They weren’t responsible members. | B.He didn’t get on well with his wife. |
C.Their presence recalled his sad experience. | D.They talked behind others’ backs everywhere. |
A.Writing a journal carefully. | B.Travelling more for relaxation. |
C.Avoiding following in his footsteps. | D.Obeying father’s guidance thoroughly. |
A.Finding her father’s clothes. | B.Getting to know her late father. |
C.Failing to look for new horizons. | D.Knowing her father’s heart disease. |
There are times in life when we don’t have the energy or faith
Author Parker J. Palmer in his book, Let Your Life Speak, shares about the time he was battling depression. A guy
We are
There are many benefits of friendship.
The first fruit is the peace that
The second fruit is the better understanding and judgement that may be achieved through conversations with friends. We often find it easier
The third fruit is the help that a friend may offer in many different ways. Friends can help us achieve anything
Finally,
Jonathan had been wandering on the streets for almost a whole day after angrily running away from his home in the morning. Thinking of his quarrel with his mother for his study, he still felt depressed and hopeless.
It was freezing and snowing at dusk on such a winter day. He was walking down an empty set where there were no passers-by, because people must have locked themselves at home for warmth. Jonathan was walking to a crossroads when suddenly he encountered a little boy stuck in the middle of the road alone like him.
Jonathan had meant to turn a blind eye to him at first. But the boy’s sad crying and the worry that he might be hit by cars made Jonathan just not walk away. He approached, asking worriedly, “How did you come here? What’s your name?”
“I’m Leo. I was playing with my cat. He ran away, and I ran after him for a long distance. But when I turned back home, I lost my way,” cried the boy. Feeling pity for the boy, Jonathan decided that he couldn’t leave the little boy alone here. With no cellphone and considering the police station was far from here, Jonathan decided to help him first.
He took him to different neighborhoods, aiming to look for his home. But things didn’t go that smoothly as he had expected. It was getting darker, and Jonathan thought he had to find Leo’s home. He knocked on every door, noneffective. It was snowing more heavily, and he removed his coat and put it around Leo.
Paragraph 1: Suddenly, a police car was drawing, and Jonathan waved with excitement to it.
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Paragraph 2: Seeing Leo and his parents off, Jonathan was lost in thought.
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1. How many people do they mention in the drawing?
A.Eight. | B.Nine. | C.Ten. |
A.Playing with a ball. |
B.Running after Joe. |
C.Sitting on the ground with Sally. |
A.He is standing in the center. |
B.He is giving the children candy. |
C.He is possibly working in the garage. |
A.A host. | B.A program. | C.A child. |
8 . Sports are important in our family. Both of our sons were high-school athletes. So, I shouldn’t have been
“I’m gonna play basketball, Daddy.” Lauren ran to meet me when I came in from work. She flew into my arms and lingered long in my embrace. “That’s
Mid-November, the season’s first basketball game arrived. It got off to a good start, but soon Verden, Lauren’s team, was behind. Lauren
Just less than two minutes were left, and Verden was down by seventeen points when Lauren was called in for the game! She
For sixteen years, I’d tried hard to
A.disappointed | B.surprised | C.depressed | D.embarrassed |
A.normal | B.ordinary | C.different | D.typical |
A.awful | B.strange | C.hard | D.nice |
A.sank | B.poured | C.came | D.kicked |
A.frequently | B.carelessly | C.attentively | D.repeatedly |
A.kept pace with | B.gave way to | C.put up with | D.broke away from |
A.threw | B.missed | C.cast | D.caught |
A.mistake | B.record | C.mess | D.basket |
A.excuse | B.shelter | C.discourage | D.prohibit |
A.consciously | B.spiritually | C.literally | D.socially |
9 . It was a normal Wednesday. I was getting dinner ready when suddenly a painful ring sounded in my ear. I
I
On arriving there, we found my poor grandmother
Soon we were at the local hospital’s emergency room (急诊室) .
She took my hand, saying, “I was calling and calling you to
A.agreed | B.realized | C.promised | D.suggested |
A.made | B.returned | C.received | D.expected |
A.common | B.specific | C.practical | D.unusual |
A.started | B.worked | C.called | D.imagined |
A.fear | B.miss | C.discuss | D.separate |
A.exchange | B.experiment | C.help | D.solution |
A.try | B.check | C.depend | D.cheer |
A.sitting | B.standing | C.watching | D.lying |
A.cry | B.walk | C.compare | D.regret |
A.answer | B.manage | C.tell | D.connect |
A.Surprisingly | B.Thankfully | C.Suddenly | D.Naturally |
A.go up | B.clean up | C.get over | D.come over |
A.phone | B.wallet | C.notebook | D.card |
A.formal | B.advanced | C.confusing | D.outgoing |
A.secret | B.simple | C.quiet | D.direct |
A.Co-workers. | B.Husband and wife. | C.Driver and passenger. |