1 . Who are your friends? Are they all similar in age to you?
Having older friends can change your attitude towards life because they have already gone through the challenges you are facing. They have been young parents, have survived a job loss, and can help you get through these changes in your own life.
When older people make friends with younger people, they get to share their experiences which can be very rewarding.
All in all making friends with people not your age can open your eyes to new ideas and new experiences that can be life-changing.
A.For human beings, giving is good. |
B.Where to find friends sharing a common interest? |
C.Then how can you make intergenerational friends? |
D.Having friends at your own age is natural, of course. |
E.What’s more, younger friends can give you some fresh ideas. |
F.It’s believed that joining in activities like volunteering is also an effective way. |
G.An older friend also helps you “try on” certain life experiences before you get there. |
2 . Time didn’t ease the pain of losing my mother. Each day brought new
Mom
All her life, Mom was there for me. I still keep the picture in which my mother wore a red sweater in my bag. Although now a
One day I sat waiting for my
The little girl
My
A.pity | B.joy | C.apology | D.sorrow |
A.strange | B.unexpected | C.confusing | D.frustrating |
A.gave up | B.passed away | C.cheered up | D.got over |
A.battle | B.break | C.hurt | D.beat |
A.anxious | B.sorry | C.prepared | D.rested |
A.so | B.but | C.and | D.for |
A.sad | B.departed | C.grown | D.established |
A.comfort | B.rescue | C.leadership | D.affection |
A.drinking | B.keeping | C.breaking | D.catching |
A.advice | B.present | C.goods | D.favorite |
A.new | B.durable | C.faded | D.fashionable |
A.decision | B.chance | C.suggestion | D.turn |
A.noticed | B.ignored | C.felt | D.attracted |
A.order | B.instruction | C.room | D.sign |
A.thought about | B.looked back | C.turned around | D.looked around |
A.Annoyed | B.Satisfied | C.Delighted | D.Surprised |
A.behind | B.except | C.with | D.against |
A.tiredness | B.strength | C.relief | D.prejudice |
A.concerned | B.gone | C.exposed | D.occupied |
A.Crying | B.Screaming | C.Smiling | D.Jumping |
1. 主要事迹;
2. 你的看法。
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The referee’s whistle (哨子) went off, which signaled Sadie’s being against the rules of the game. It was only the first quarter, and Sadie had already crashed twice into another player’s wheelchair. Her coach waved her off the court for a substitution (替换) as the crowd responded with catcalls and laughed at her. She had never seen a crowd express such disappointment before.
Sadie watched her teammates fight in front of her. Her emotions were all over the place, and they showed in her basketball playing. If only she and her brother Richie had not argued this morning about the game. “What’s so important, Richie, that you can’t be at the game? Don’t I matter anymore?” Sadie had asked.
Richie is Sadie’s whole world, and they both love sports, especially basketball. Sadie loved to play before her accident, and it was Richie who taught her to play again afterwards. There had been days when she did not want to get out of bed, and he would persuade her until she got up. He even borrowed a wheelchair himself to help her learn to play the game all over again. Together they would roll across the outdoor court, playing all day long.
But lately Richie had preferred to hang out with his new high school friends. Sadie would watch through the window as Richie cleaned his new bike. He was as careful as a mother cat cleaning her baby cats. When he went away, Sadie would keep staring out of the window, tears clouding her eyes.
Mama was her sun. Her arms would reach out and encircle her. “Sadie,” she would say, “your brother loves you. Even though he’s got new friends now, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you.” But Sadie felt hurt.
Sadie looked up and saw her coach shaking his head. She searched sadly for her mother, expecting disappointment in her eyes, but instead she saw a wide smile. It was the same happy face she saw in photos at home. Sadie followed her mother’s gaze (注视) to find a figure jogging toward her across the gym.
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It was Richie, holding a bunch of purple and white flowers.
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Those words meant more to Sadie than “I’m sorry” and she went back onto the court happily.
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Lin had come here today only because of Grandfather, who refused to use anything but bat waste to feed his crops.
Grandfather had always come here by himself before. But recently he was too weak to do the whole job. Grandfather could gather the waste and bring it out in the basket, but he needed Lin to pulled it home in the wooden cart (手拉车).
On arrival, Grandfather took a shovel (铁铲), a flashlight and the basket from the cart. “Would you come inside with me?” he asked Lin. Lin hadn’t been in the cave for nearly two months. Not since the Terrible Day of the Bats. “It won’t happen again, Lin,” Grandfather promised. “That time it was my mistake to wait until nearly dusk to go inside. I know that the bats fly out of the cave at sunset.” That was exactly what had happened on the Terrible Day of the Bats. As Lin had stood at the entrance, a large group of bats erupted from it. Lin was frightened. “Bats hurt no one,” Grandfather had said. “Besides, you shocked them as much as they did you.”
But nothing could make Lin forget the horror he had felt enclosed in that black cloud of bats. “I can’t go in there,” he answered. “OK,” Grandfather said. As he started to go into the cave, he called over his shoulder, “I’ll be out in no time.” Lin looked quickly at the shovel and flashlight inside the cart — his shovel and flashlight. He had used them back in the days when he always helped Grandfather. Now they only reminded him of his fear.
Lin walked down to the river, sitting and watching the fishermen in their small boats. Suddenly, Lin realized that Grandfather’s “no time” had turned into a long time. Had he somehow missed Grandfather? Had Grandfather pulled the cart home by himself? Lin hurried up the hill toward the cave. The cart was there. Grandfather was still inside. Something must have gone wrong, Lin thought. He had to go in, but he didn’t dare.
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“Go, Lin. You’re the only one who can help,” he urged himself.
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Finally, through the noise of flying bats, he heard a weak answer.
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“Estel, darling!” Mrs. Hollyfrost yelled from across the hallway. “I made your favorite chocolate cake as an evening snack!” “I don’t want to come down,” Estel said. “I’m very tired!”
“Honey, did you forget? You have your holiday party at Angel’s Workshop today!” Estel took a quick deep breath. The party was all she was looking forward to for the entire week! The party would be for celebrating a successful New Year event and for Angel to hand out awards to the hardworking. Estel was sure she would get a medal. She had been working hard on the presents and ensuring every child would get precisely what they wanted. Her coworkers even said that she made the impossible possible.
Estel quickly pulled on her sweater. The party would start soon. Estel rushed out of the house, shaking with cold. Fortunately, the workshop is within walking distance of her home.
“Welcome!” a coworker greeted Estel. Everyone was chatting until Angel’s voice was heard throughout the workshop. He stood on a rising platform. “Everyone, may I have your attention, please? I want to make a toast to the New Year of 2023. All of you have made it memorable. Thank you for your hard work!” He raised his glass. “Now, I want to announce some employees I think are extraordinary among their coworkers. They will get awards.”
After an hour, all the other awards were handed out. The last one was for the best toy builder, and Estel was confident that she would get the medal. Even her friend Phaendar, the director of the toy department, said that she would get the prize. She smiled confidently, ready to get onto the platform. But she soon heard Angel’s words: “Gold is for Lindir, my best friend.”
Estel was shocked. Phaendar was shocked, too. No way. Estel observed Lindir’s work once, and she was absolutely terrible! She didn’t even try,contrasting with Estel who worked hard day and night.
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Tears running down Estel’s face, she rushed out of the workshop.
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With videos of Lindir’s toy making, Phaendar and Estel went to Angel’s office.
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The early April wind was colder than I expected as I walked anxiously toward the Holiday Inn at Union Square in San Francisco. With every step I took, I heard my mother’s words, “Johnny, I am all packed and looking forward to seeing you!”
After five years of trying to get a visa to the United States to visit me, she finally succeeded on the third attempt. The long and boring process, while at times heartbreaking, could not prevent my mom from her desire to make the trip. Despite being only five feet, three inches tall, Mom had always been the pillar (支柱) of our family. Her solution to the visa challenge proved once again that no barrier was a match for Mom’s strong determination and love for her family — in this case, me!
Although excited, I was extremely nervous. Mom and I had not seen each other in more than eight years, since I left Malaysia at eighteen to attend college in the U.S. Due to a fault, my application for permanent residency was put on hold. In spite of being gainfully employed and a homeowner, I could not leave the country until my paperwork was resolved.
In the beginning, our only source of communication was through letters. Later, it became lengthy phone conversations. Much had happened during the eight years while I was absent.
During the months before her U.S. trip, I tried to help my mom prepare what she needed to pack. I planned for her to stay with me for four months, during which time we would be traveling throughout the United States. Her reply was always, “Don’t worry about me. I know what I need. How about you? What would you like me to bring you from Malaysia?” My answer never changed. All I wanted was a couple of bags of authentic curry and chili (辣椒) powder from our hometown of Melaka, as I was running low on these treasured spices.
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When the day finally came, I waited patiently for her in front of the hotel.
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It was late afternoon by the time we reached my house in Baton Rouge.
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8 . Every night when I was a child, my father would sit in the old chair next to the bed to read a story created by his words and my imagination. The unique voice he used for each character extremely amused me, and I would laugh so hard that sometimes I missed the plot and would beg him to start the page over again. My dad’s storytelling developed my language and vocabulary, teaching me creativity and empathy.
My dad encouraged me to love books long before I learned to read. At the second grade, I still struggled to read full sentences. By the fifth grade, I was suddenly able to finish reading chapter books in a matter of days. Even after I was reading on my own, I’d still ask Dad to sit in the old chair and read me a chapter before bed. His words still had the power to touch me, but more than that, when Dad read to me, he was showing me how much he loved me.
I have loved telling stories since I was a child, whether it was with my friends gathered around me at rest or on stage in a play. I’ve been lucky to find ways to fit stories and books into my professional life — from my first job as a theater camp counselor (辅导员) to being a high school English teacher in Malaysia. During my time as a preschool teacher, I would sing songs, talk about colors and feelings, count together, and move our bodies like the characters did in the stories with my students.
When I got to Tandem, I knew my favorite part of the job would be the interactive Read Alouds. So I started the preparation for it. I would practice my books at home and try out different voices for each character the night before. The day before I visited my first Tandem classroom, I drove to my parents’ house and asked Dad to be my audience. He gave me his full attention, smiling through the whole book.
1. What made the author laugh while listening to the bedtime story?A.His father’s unique voice. | B.The cute animals in the story. |
C.The funny plots of the story. | D.His father’s vivid imagination. |
A.To be accompanied by family members. | B.To feel his father’s deep love. |
C.To enjoy his father’s pronunciation. | D.To continue this reading tradition. |
A.He once worked as an actor. | B.He could apply his hobby to his work. |
C.He had formed good reading habits. | D.He would seize every chance to show talent. |
A.Two heads are better than one. | B.Time and tide wait for no man. |
C.Practice makes perfect. | D.A good beginning is half done. |
9 . I still remember how a pet mouse was popular among my classmates in Broadbeach State School. One day, my friends and I decided to buy a pet mouse. The pet shopkeeper wouldn’t sell us one until he got our parents’ letter that could show their permission for us to get a pet. So, having the neatest handwriting, I faked one. The store owner quickly saw through my handwriting and asked me to contact my mother to confirm the situation. My trick quickly failed, and it was all messed up.
My mum got very angry and felt that the punishment should fit the crime. Knowing that my writing was poor and always in need of improvement, she made me write letters to a few randomly selected relatives. One of them was my uncle whom I’d only met a few times when I was a kindergartner. I wrote a long letter detailing my life and listing my interests.
My punishment was complete. I forgot about this until I suddenly got a reply from my uncle. “How lovely to hear from you,” he said, and went on to tell me all about his life. He’d love to hear about what subjects at school I enjoyed. And so started a correspondence(信件往来)that went on for several years. He turned out to be the most fascinating man.
Then out of the blue, he died. My mum took the phone call and she was shocked. She deeply regretted it as they had not really spoken for years because of their busy life and workload. I went upstairs and produced a box of letters, the last one being from just a few days before he had passed away. My mum began to read them and knew that although she hadn’t been in touch, I had grown close to him by writing to him, which relieved and calmed her. In fact, I then became close to his wife, whom I also wrote to for many years.
I often think about how that one naughty childhood crime led to such an enriching correspondence that stretched on for many years. It encouraged me to write to lots of other people in fact, and it’s something I keep up with to this day. Besides, receiving a letter is such a lovely surprise. Be bold and write to someone you maybe don’t know that well. Who knows where it will lead?
1. Why did the author’s mum ask him to write a letter to his uncle?A.Because he did something wrong. |
B.Because they hadn’t spoken for years. |
C.Because his uncle wanted to hear from them. |
D.Because he wanted to share his joy of owning a pet. |
A.He ended the correspondence after his uncle passed away. |
B.He found his uncle extremely interesting and attractive. |
C.He was not interested in keeping in contact with his uncle. |
D.His mum kept close contact with his uncle through letters. |
A.Comforted. |
B.Regretful. |
C.Astonished. |
D.Pleased. |
A.We should appreciate something before it’s gone. |
B.Writing letters can be a way to make up for past mistakes. |
C.It’s important to tell the truth and be honest in your writing. |
D.Writing letters has the power of strengthening bonds with others. |
10 . Amy, a day old, was abandoned at a police station in Seoul. Her birth parents couldn’t afford to give Amy the appropriate healthcare then. She spent her first three months in an orphanage before she was adopted. “I always thought, why should I be more thankful to my adoptive parents than the next person?” she says.
In 2011, Amy reconnected with her birth mother in South Korea, her adoptive mum by her side. “My Korean mother took my American mother’s hands in hers and said with tears, ‘Thank you.’ After that, my whole world changed,” Amy says. At the time, she was working in the e-commerce sector and struggling with anxiety, depression and an eating disorder. Reconnecting with her birth family, however made her feel like the luckiest person in the world and she wanted to actively share her good fortune. That year, she quit her job and co-founded the Global Gratitude Alliance, which partners with grassroots organizations to create community-led solutions or social and economic change.
Since then, a reflexive sense of thankfulness has become Amy’s frame of reference for work, relationships and daily life in general. She tried to rethink her world view, appreciate the little things and make connections with others. For Amy, the attitude shift helped her overcome health issues—she didn’t need the drugs any more after she returned from Korea.
Those positive effects inspired Amy to share the experience with others. Through a partnership with a home for orphaned children in Nepal, the Global Gratitude Alliance provided teachers with workshops that concluded with a ceremony of giving thanks. The participants used those techniques to help their students and community after the destructive earthquake of 2015. Children from the school recently visited a local seniors’ home to build relationships with the residents there. “Gratitude creates a cycle of giving and receiving,” Amy says.
1. What can we know from the passage?A.Amy was raised by an American couple. |
B.Amy received proper treatment as an infant. |
C.Amy was more thankful to her birth mother. |
D.Amy was orphaned three months after her birth. |
A.Her job quitting | B.The reunion with her birth mother. |
C.The struggle against her disease. | D.The connections with volunteers. |
A.They hosted ceremonies in workshops. |
B.They sought partners for orphaned children. |
C.They built relations with adoptive parents. |
D.They contributed to post-disaster service. |
A.Good fortune inspires people a lot. | B.Reflection helps build frame of life. |
C.Family reunion gets positive effects. | D.Gratitude needs to be widely spread. |