1 . One person’s happiness causes a chain reaction that benefits not only their friends, but their friends’ friends, and their friends’ friends’ friends. The effect lasts for up to one year. The opposite, interestingly, is not the case: Sadness does not spread through social networks as strongly as happiness. Happiness appears to love company more so than misery.
Focusing on 4,739 individuals, Christakis and Fowler, who co-authored this study, observed more than 50,000 social and family ties and analyzed the spread of happiness throughout this group. The researchers found that when an individual becomes happy, a friend living within a mile experiences a 25 percent increased chance of becoming happy. A co-resident spouse (配偶) experiences an 8 percent increased chance, siblings (兄弟姐妹) living within one mile have a 14 percent increased chance, and for next-door neighbors, 34 percent. But the real surprise came with indirect relationships. Again, while an individual becoming happy increases his friend’s chances, a friend of that friend experiences a nearly 10 percent chance of increased happiness, and a friend of that friend has a 5.6 percent increased chance.
The researchers also found that, contrary to what your parents taught you, popularity does lead to happiness. People in the center of their network groups are the most likely people to become happy, and then there are chances that increase to the extent that the people surrounding them also have lots of friends. However, becoming happy does not help migrate a person from the network fringe (外围) to the center. Happiness spreads through the network without changing its structure.
“Imagine a bird’s eye view of a backyard party,” Fowler explains. “You’ll see people in groups at the center, and others on the fringe. The happiest people tend to be the ones in the center. But someone on the fringe who suddenly becomes happy, say through a particular exchange, doesn’t suddenly move into the center of the group. He simply stays where he is—only now he has a far more satisfying sense of well-being.”
Next time, if you’re happy and you know it, thank your friends—and their friends. And while you’re at it, their friends’ friends. But if you’re sad, hold the blame.
1. Who will be more likely to become happy as a man is happy according to the research?A.His wife. | B.His next-door neighbors. |
C.His brothers and sisters. | D.A friend of his friend. |
A.To explain a rule. | B.To clarify a concept. |
C.To describe a fact. | D.To make a prediction. |
A.Happiness changes social structures. |
B.A social network is a double-edged sword. |
C.Happiness goes hand in hand with sadness. |
D.Happiness spreads through social networks. |
A.Friends’ friends may bring you happiness. |
B.Your friends are to blame for your sadness. |
C.Your friends decide whether you are happy. |
D.The happiest friends at party are on the fringe. |
2 . Eight months after my father died, I saw some letters on top of my mother’s coffee table. They were tied with a silk ribbon and addressed to her decades ago in my father’s neat handwriting. I couldn’t imagine my serious father ever writing anything like love letters.
“Would you like me to read them to you?” Mom asked with a hint of a smile.
The letters were written in 1974 over the course of a month when my father traveled to Italy to care for his beloved, sick mother, leaving his wife and me, their newborn daughter, behind in Toronto, the city my parents called home after immigrating to Canada from Italy in 1956.
Growing up, my father was my hero and protector, but he was also a man of few words, part of a generation of immigrant men who worked hard for a better life.
I sat back while my mother read his letters to me, and thought, “Who is this guy?” My father used endearing terms I had never heard him say. He referred to my mother as “my dearesr” and “my companion” who was always in his thoughts. In each letter, he enclosed a Canadian one-dollar bill for me and declared, “You and your mother are my life.”
As children, we assume we know everything about our parents. But, sometimes, we find out that they were and are people with various facets.
My father was proud and stubborn, and he married a woman who was his equal in that regard. During their 58-year marriage, their stubbornness often led to conflict. So it was bittersweet to hear my father’s youthful sentiments read aloud by my elderly mother with a wistful (留恋的) tone. I knew she was thinking about what could have been and what had been once upon a time. After she finished reading the letters, I held them in my hands and examined them like they were fossils. Although a man I knew as economical with his thoughts, he had filled the front and back of several pages.
These letters are only part of their correspondence. My mother wrote back to my father. One day she will read those letters to me, she’s assured me. And just as with my father, they might help me discover another dimension of a parent I never knew before.
1. What kind of person did the author think her father was?A.Optimistic. | B.Reserved. | C.Sensitive. | D.Romantic. |
A.Her mother was the family’s provider. |
B.She didn’t get on well with her father. |
C.Her parents were emigrants to Italy. |
D.Her parents shared similar personalities. |
A.Interests. | B.Ideas. | C.Sides. | D.Possibilities. |
A.Surprised. | B.Awkward. | C.Thrilled. | D.Heartbroken. |
A.He was good at hiding his feelings. |
B.He regretted not being with his family. |
C.He was a loving husband and father. |
D.He was stubborn from the inside out. |
3 . My mother and sister had gone through Grandma’s belongings after her memorial service and decided on the sewing machine for me. I wasn’t sure if I was the right person for it, though. I hadn’t sewn since taking a class in high school. This would take some experimenting.
I opened the built-in drawer to find Grandma’s old pieces of thread. I held her tomato-shaped pincushion(针垫)and thought of all the memories wrapped up in this machine. Grandma had become a tailoress(女裁缝) out of necessity. With four small children to clothes, he’d quickly learned how to sew almost everything they needed. For over 30 years, Grandma kept up with her sewing. She made matching Easter dresses for my sister and me and costumes for our school festivals. She was always in search of a new project, whether it was teaching our neighbors or sewing dresses for the homeless. But for the last several years of her life, dementia(痴呆) had left a shy and silent woman in place of the strong opinionated loving grandmother I’d known.
To honor Grandma’s memory, I wanted a project to help people the way she had. With the stay-at-home order in place because of Covid-19, I certainly had the time. So I dug out Grandma’s machine to sew masks, and read up on how to sew. I turned on my computer to research how to get the machine going again. After hours of digging through old black-and-white handbooks and sewing lessons online, I operated the machine on more time. I held my breath and pressed down on the pedal. Hurrah! It worked! In no time, my fingers were flying, steadily moving material under the very cooperative needle. When I sewed enough masks for my family, I kept going. I delivered nearly 500 masks to a hard-hit hospital in the area. Quite a big job for an old sewing machine.
A staff member met me outside to receive the donation. “Thank you,” she said, not knowing that any thanks for my efforts belonged to Grandma, who provided the inspiration.
1. Why did the author doubt herself about accepting the sewing machine?A.She was not fond of it. |
B.She didn’t usually sew much. |
C.She had no interest in sewing. |
D.She hoped to donate it to charities. |
A.She dreamed of being a tailor |
B.She kept sewing as a hobby. |
C.She was ready to help others. |
D.She had always been optimistic. |
A.Studied a lot about. |
B.Thought of slowly. |
C.Noticed or observed. |
D.Lost one’s heart to. |
A.It is a long tiring process for her. |
B.She overcame many difficulties. |
C.She received a lot of help from others. |
D.It just took her a few hours to operate it skillfully. |
A.I Have Donated Nearly 500 Masks. |
B.My Grandmother Inspired Me to Help Others. |
C.I Finally Learned to Use a Sewing Machine. |
D.Making Masks For Others Is Such a Pleasure. |
4 . While I tried hard to fight against my terrible cancer, my husband passed away due to a heart attack. I was so sad. My mother came to stay with me. I wondered what I'd do with my 86-year-old mother.
A week after she arrived, I asked, “Mom, why don't you crochet (用钩针编织) anymore?" She said she didn't know what she could make. I advised, "How about flowers? We can share them with others." Mom nodded. While she worked, I offered assistance. Before long, Mom crocheted many flowers and we sent them to friends and cancer patients. In the next few weeks, several thank-you notes arrived in our maillbox.
Later, Mom wanted to crochet the butterfly. She created one and sent it to my friend Yvonne. She loved it and attached it to her hairclip. One day, she called, "Some volunteers were sent to Haiti to help with the disaster there. Could you send me another butterfly? I wanted some volunteers to bring the butterfly to a girl in Haiti to offer her warmth and hope." Then we sent another one to Yvonne and she again attached it to a hairclip. The hairclip was later brought to a girl in Haiti. The girl, called Mary, had felt sad and hopeless after suffering from the disaster. But when she received and wore the butterfly hairclip, her face brightened. And her bright eyes showed more hope for the future.
I was excited to know that Mom's creativity was encouraging people like this girl. But some people who didn't know us well thought it was a waste of time crocheting these things. Surely, I couldn't see eye to eye with these people on my mom's efforts of crocheting. Her project was meaningful. It made my mother have a purpose in life. And helping her carry out her project, I felt I led a richer and more hopeful life myself.
1. What made the writer feel sad at first? (No more than 10 words)2. Why did the writer and her mom receive some thank-you notes? (No more than 10 words)
3. How did Mary feel when wearing the butterfly hairclip? (No more than 5 words)
4. What does the underlined part in the last paragraph probably mean? (No more than 5words)
5. What do you think of the author and her mother? Please explain it in your own words. (No more than 20 words)
All through school, I had only one close friend. We spent years together, essentially joined at the hip. But then Greg moved away, and it would take more than 50 years to bring us together again.
As children, Greg and I dove into everything with passion. We raced our bikes and illustrated our own comic books. We even became attracted to the same blonde girl from around the corner, a sixth-grader named Joanne who barely knew we existed.
The last time I saw Greg was sometime in 1966. I can’t recall saying goodbye before he moved. But then, a few summers ago, I saw a familiar woman. “Excuse me. Would your name happen to be Joanne?” “Uh, yes...” She didn’t recognize me until I explained who I was. We hadn’t exchanged more than a few dozen words in our entire lifetime. “Have you stayed in touch with Greg?” she asked. I was surprised she even knew of our friendship. “No. I haven’t,” I admitted. “I wish I had.”
Back at the cabin I checked my messages. I glanced at one email, then read it from start to finish. The email was from Greg. Greg had tracked me down through social media. He was now married, had two children and had become a musician and entrepreneur. We exchanged several emails before connecting by phone. A month later, my wife and I drove to meet Greg and his family.
Standing at his front door, I felt unsure of what to say or do. So much time had passed. But after hugs and introductions, the years dissolved as we exchanged stories about our lives. I had brought along the only picture I could find containing the two of us from my sixth birthday. As he gazed at the photo, Greg handed me a small, old card:Greg’s invitation to my sixth birthday party, signed “From Donnie” in faded blue crayon.
There were a few other keepsakes shared that evening, but none as meaningful as the invitation and the snapshot, companion pieces stored apart and saved for the reunion of two old friends.
1. What is the meaning of the underlined part in Paragraph 1?(no more than 5 words)2. What does Paragraph 2 mainly talk about?(no more than 10 words)
3. How did the author get in touch with Greg again? (no more than 10 words)
4. Why did the author consider the invitation and snapshot meaningful?(no more than 15 words)
5. Suppose you have a long-lost friend, how do you plan to get back in touch with him? Please explain.(no more than 20 words)
6 . Greenberg was a lucky guy to enter Columbia University on full scholarship. But just before junior year, Greenberg's
As Greenberg' s best friend, Arthur persuaded Greenberg to go back to Columbia and
Then, one afternoon, Greenberg and Arthur went to Midtown Manhattan. When it was time to go back to campus, Arthur said he couldn’t
Greenberg, who was completely
At the university's gates, someone
Blindness doesn't make Greenberg fail to appreciate the
A.faith | B.attitude | C.fortune | D.reputation |
A.lit | B.cleared | C.steamed | D.cheered |
A.However | B.Moreover | C.Therefore | D.Otherwise |
A.shy | B.selfish | C.desperate | D.nervous |
A.learned | B.pretended | C.happened | D.offered |
A.letters | B.textbooks | C.newspapers | D.magazines |
A.imagined | B.ended up | C.carried on | D.considered |
A.tentative | B.confident | C.excited | D.curious |
A.accompany | B.rescue | C.comfort | D.abandon |
A.explained | B.apologized | C.compromised | D.panicked |
A.consulting | B.finding | C.leaving | D.serving |
A.tired | B.amused | C.satisfied | D.confused |
A.got off | B.pulled over | C.looked around | D.ran away |
A.turned to | B.knocked into | C.shouted at | D.quarreled with |
A.raised | B.lost | C.controlled | D.recognized |
A.pleasure | B.anger | C.relief | D.sorrow |
A.achieved | B.questioned | C.ignored | D.missed |
A.Gradually | B.Finally | C.Obviously | D.Strangely |
A.complex | B.familiar | C.defensive | D.brilliant |
A.magic | B.truth | C.wisdom | D.beauty |
When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was severely lame and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare. I would feel ashamed at the unwanted attention. If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on, nor did he say anything about it.
It was difficult to coordinate (协调) our steps — his pausing, my impatience — and because of that, we didn’t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace, I will try to adjust to you.”
Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and despite bad weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. A matter of pride.
When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help. At such times my sisters or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, NY, on a child’s sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would grasp the handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice-free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home.
When I think of it now, I wondered at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to subject himself to such indignity and stress. And at how he did it — without bitterness or complaint.
He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.
Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don’t know precisely what a “good heart” is. But I know the times I don’t have one myself.
My father has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my unwillingness to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about incident, when I am envious of another’s good fortune, when I don’t have a “good heart”.
At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, “You set the pace, I will try to adjust to you.”
1. What wouldn’t the author like others to see?(No more than 10 words)2. What’s the meaning of the underlined phrase “let on” in the first paragraph? (No more than 5 words)
3. According to the third paragraph, what conclusion can you get about the father’s attitude toward his work? (No more than 8 words)
4. Find an example in the passage that shows the father was a man with a “good heart”.(No more than10 words)
5. What does the author learn from his father? (No more than 15 words)