1 . When a Houston dad found out his eight-year-old son was being bullied (欺负), he didn’t get mad at the classmate who teased him. Instead, he talked with the so-called bully and realized that the boy was struggling, too.
Aubrey Fontenot’s son, Jordan, told him a boy named Tamarion was teasing him. Fontenot decided to sit down with his son and Tamarion to understand what was going on, and something unexpected happened.
Tamarion told Fontenot he was being teased at school, too. “I asked, ‘By who? You are big. You are huge. Who is teasing you?’” the father said. “He said, ‘Just all the other kids, man. They are making fun of me.” Fontenot learned that Tamarion was getting teased for his clothes and shoes—his clothes and shoes were old and dirty. Fontenot then spoke to the boy’s mother. “She kind of confirmed it,” Fontenot said. “And she said, ‘That’s the kind of situation.’”
He felt sympathetic to the young boy and wanted to help. So he asked Tamarion’s mom if he could take her son to do some shopping.
Fontenot posted videos of their trip to the mall on social media and they went viral. Tamarion eventually smiled, and then the two were laughing and singing together on their shopping trip. Just as if he were taking his own son to do some shopping, Fontenot got Tamarion new clothes and shoes, and shared words of wisdom with him.
Then, the dad united the two boys. He said it was awkward at first—just a day earlier, they didn’t get along well at school. But the two classmates started playing sports games together and soon became friends.
It was not just about the clothes and shoes. Tamarion gained a friend in Jordan, and a mentor in his dad. Fontenot said he was also bullied when he was a child, so he knew it was important to listen to Tamarion’s story. He chose kindness instead of anger and brought the two boys together. “I wouldn’t say that was the goal, but that was the reward,” Fontenot said.
1. What was Fontenot’s attitude toward his son’s being bullied?| A．Amazed and embarrassed. | B．Angry and impatient. | C．Calm and sensible. | D．Sad and discouraged. |
| A．Fontenot liked Tamarion instantly. | B．Tamarion bullied Jordan out of kindness. |
| C．Tamarion was also a victim of bullying. | D．Fontenot and Tamarion’s mother used to be friends. |
| A．He turned to the school for help. | B．He asked Tamarion’s mother to settle the problem. |
| C．He ordered his son never to play with Tamarion again. | D．He made the two boys united and join together. |
| A．Jordan’s being bullied arose from his clothes and shoes. |
| B．Jordan and Tamarion got along well in the beginning. |
| C．Tamarion’s mother paid little attention to Tamarion. |
| D．Fontenot communicated with Tamarion’s mother to know about him. |
Often, when he came to visit, my grandfather would bring me a present. These were never the sorts of things that other people brought, such as dolls, books or toys. My dolls and toys have been gone for more than half a century, but many of my grandfather’s gifts are still with me.
Once he brought me a little plastic cup. I looked inside, expecting to see something special. But there was only some loose soil in it, which made me disappointed. He smiled at me affectionately. Turning around, he picked up a little teapot from my dolls’ tea set and took me to the kitchen where he filled the little cup with water. Back in the living room, he put it on the windowsill(窗台) and handed me the teapot. “If you promise to put some water in the cup every day, something may happen.” he told me.
At that time, I was only five years old. This whole thing made no sense to me at all. I looked at him doubtfully and asked, “Do I have to water it every day? What will happen?” He nodded to me with encouragement, “Yes, every day, dear.”
And so I promised. At first, curious to see what would happen, I did not mind doing this. But as the days went by and nothing changed, it got harder and harder to remember to put water in the cup. After a week, I asked my grandfather if it was time to stop yet. Shaking his head no, he said, “Every day.” The second week was even harder, and I became regretful of my promise to put water in the cup. When my grandfather came again, I tried to give it back to him, but he refused to take it, saying simply the same words, “Every day.” By the third week, I began to forget to put water in the cup during the day. Often, I would remember only after I had been put to bed and would have to get out of bed and water it in the dark. But I did not miss a single day.
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One morning, something amazing happened.
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This was perhaps my first lesson in the power of perseverance.
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3 . Five years ago, my husband and I bought a former farm. It’s a short ride from our Vancouver home but a world away. As we restore the land, I feel my well-being returning, but I think the farm is also working its magic on our son’s growing resilience (适应能力). Since Dev was 20, he has lived with mental illness. We have been on this journey with him from crisis to recovery.
It has taken a couple of years to clear the land, seed the lawn (草坪) and build garden beds. But we did it even as other parts of our life had come undone. The farm was holding our family together. We come over on weekends and holidays and have been planting.
Before he went to treatment, we planted a “guild” in the old apple farm.
The desire to recover this land has grown in me.
| A．We helped ourselves by helping others. |
| B．We also learned how to depend on others. |
| C．My son had great difficulty making a recovery. |
| D．I have seen this drive toward restoration in my son as well. |
| E．Just when it couldn’t get any worse, an unexpected light occurred. |
| F．During this time, Dev is concentrating on his own restoration process. |
| G．Its aim is to support the health of trees by grouping other surrounding components. |
4 . She was dancing. My disabled grandmother was dancing. I stood in the living room doorway absolutely
She turned around and saw me standing in the doorway. Her beautiful movement ended so
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I was considered to be one of them. And then one day a letter from the
“What happened then?” I
“I made my decision
Tears filled my eyes. I was thinking about how much joy we can bring to each others’ lives. I know people who have chosen to
| A．astonished | B．amused | C．annoyed | D．ashamed |
| A．sticking | B．rising | C．pouring | D．lifting |
| A．rapidly | B．inflexibly | C．firmly | D．freely |
| A．obeyed | B．followed | C．stretched | D．pushed |
| A．early | B．slowly | C．weakly | D．suddenly |
| A．beaten | B．caught | C．banned | D．forgiven |
| A．to begin with | B．to sum up | C．to tell the truth | D．to make matters worse |
| A．dancing | B．singing | C．working | D．exercising |
| A．hometown | B．battlefield | C．ballroom | D．campground |
| A．confirmed | B．persuaded | C．hurried | D．greeted |
| A．here and there | B．up and down | C．day and night | D．there and then |
| A．race | B．crash | C．ride | D．park |
| A．regretted | B．accepted | C．defended | D．supported |
| A．loss | B．gift | C．love | D．pain |
| A．go over | B．take off | C．put away | D．give up |
The Trouble With Chores (家庭杂务)
The twins, Jenna and Jeff, were good at most things. Their dad was good at most things, too. But there was one thing the twins and Dad were not good at—that was chores. It wasn’t that Dad and the twins didn’t want to do their chores. It was just that they always seemed to have reasons not to do them. And they had such good excuses.
“You’re right, my dear,” said Mum. “The grass does need cutting. But a spider has spun a wonderful web on the lawn mower and I haven’t the heart to put all her hard work to waste.”
“Mum,” said Jenna, “I know it’s my week to put up my cards. It’s just that I’m waiting for them to dry. They’ll be easier to scoop up that way.”
“Mum,” said Jeff, “may I skip setting the table tonight? There’s a TV show on the Ice Age, and I have to do a report on the Beast of Baluchistan.”
There were also the endless quarrels about who did what and who got the easy job. Mum sighed. If only Dad and the twins were as good at doing their chores as they were at arguing about them, life would be easier. Talking of chores, Mum thought instead of pushing them for chores, it would be a lot easier to do them herself. And that was what she did. She put away all cards and set and cleared the table. She chased the dust bunnies from under the furniture and cleaned up the twins’ messy room.
The twins did pick up and put away things occasionally. Dad did cut the grass once in a while. Not surprisingly, things began to slide. Everybody got a little unhappy, especially Mum, who spent much time doing chores. Something had to be done. But what?
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Mum decided to host a family meeting.
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Living in all that messy build-up wasn’t much fun.
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It was eight o'clock on a May morning, and Micah, my 17-year-old daughter, was in our bonus room upstairs. It had been her temporary eleventh-grade classroom ever since schools had moved to remote learning due to the pandemic （疫情）.
From the kitchen, I listened for the sound of her tapping on her laptop. I resisted the urge to check on her. Way too often, Micah was texting friends and commenting on their posts about the fun they were having together. We'd barely left the house for 10 weeks straight.
"Mom, everyone is hanging out today!" Micah's voice came from upstairs. "Why can't I?"
I went up the stairs. Micah was lying on the floor wearing pajamas（睡衣）, her laptop, school iPad and cell phone in front of her. "It's not fair," she said. I have no one I can be with. I can't wait until I'm 18 and can do what I want."
We'd had this conversation before. Still, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I was sick of having to stay at home too. Even though Micah and I were home together more than we had been in years, we might as well have been living in separate worlds. "Wanna watch TV later?" I asked. "No, thanks." Micah shook her head.
"In a few weeks you'll be going to sports camp,'' I added "That's something you can look forward to." I closed the door. I was used to Micah's rejection, but it still hurt. Teenage independence is heathy, but I worried if I didn't find a way to bond with my girl soon, I might never be close with her again. She'd be 18 in the fall and had already convinced herself she didn't need me anymore. Maybe she was right. No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to reach her.
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That evening, I was surfing online and saw a friend's children playing with their new cat.
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"This is the one I want," she said, smiling.
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7 . 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)
My mom is really a good cook （I bet all of us have this same claims） and she never really taught me how to cook.She enjoys experimenting various dishes and occasionally she will ask for my help to grind chili，onions or garlic.Basically all simple chores.I sometimes look at how she prepares the dishes and became more observant over the years.Every day she will buy meat or vegetables from a local market near us and just store it in the fridge to be cook later for dinner.She works for the government and she is not available to cook lunch.Every day after coming back from school I would always open the refrigerator and see what she bought and I can always tell what will be for dinner that night.If I see chicken，potatoes and shredded coconut，I would be very excited because I know she will make my favorite dish – Chicken Curry.
My parents do okay but we are by no means wealthy.I think we are comfortable in our daily basic needs but we definitely have no room for luxuries.But when it comes to our dinner，my mom will always make 3 dishes for dinner without failure.It’s almost like eating in a restaurant.I have to admit I was spoiled by my mom when it comes to my eating habits and have high expectations when eating somewhere else.
One day my mom came back from work in the office and she was really in bad mood.She was complaining about how untidy we are and we （my siblings） never contributed in the household chores.To me that is not a fair statement as my elder brother and I took turns to wash the dishes.I was also given the privileged of ironing my mom and dad’s office attire each week.I was 14 at that time and being a boy，I have no intention of letting my friends know.Most of my friends have a maid to do all this but my parents simply couldn’t afford one.
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Back to the scenario（情形） where my mom was in bad mood and complaining about our lack of involvement with the chores.
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I tried my best to remember what the taste were like if my mom were to cook it.
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9 . The bell for lunch rang at Glendale Primary School. However, instead of heading to the canteen like all the other children did, Jonah, a new student at the school, went to the library. Other than the noise of the air-conditioner, the library was quiet and there was barely a soul in sight. Far in a corner, he spotted Mrs Lim, the librarian, who was too busy shelving some books to pay any attention to him. The library was near to the canteen. Jonah could hear children laughing and chatting. He wished he was outside playing with some friends but he did not let this bother him.
Suddenly, Jonah heard a sound in the corner. He looked around and saw a pair of eyes looking at him from behind, the bookshelves. Jonah turned back, eyes as wide as saucers (茶碟). “Oh dear!” he whispered. He peeked (窥视) over his shoulder again and saw a smaller boy walking towards him.
The boy pulled out the chair next to Jonah and sat down. “I’m Henry. Why are you reading here when you could be playing with your friends instead?” asked he. “Uh...” Jonah looked around the library, avoiding Henry’s gaze (注视). He did not want Henry to know the real reason why he was in the library. What would Henry think of him if he knew Jonah did not have any friends? It would make Jonah feel more uncomfortable.
As Jonah turned the page, he realized Henry was still sitting there, watching him steadily.
“I know how you feel. Just say hello to someone today,” Henry encouraged Jonah. “I promise they’ll respond. Once you’ve made the first move, it just gets easier.”
Jonah appreciated the advice and thanked him before making his way out of the library. In the hallway outside the library, a boy from Jonah’s class was crouched on the floor, picking up pens and pencils that had dropped out of his pencil case. Jonah remembered what Henry had advised him to do.
“Hello, I’m Jonah. Let me help you,” he offered.
The boy looked up at him. “Thank you! My name is Ruben.”
Victory at last, Jonah thought, feeling proud of himself.
1. What can we know from the text?| A．The thought of playing outside bothered Jonah. |
| B．The library was not crowded at lunchtime. |
| C．The librarian was annoyed by the noise outside. |
| D．Jonah had had lunch before going to the library. |
| A．He turned too quickly and felt a little dizzy. |
| B．He was shocked by the pair of eyes peeking at him. |
| C．He was too thin because of lacking enough nutrition. |
| D．He didn’t expect the smaller boy would come to him. |
| A．Jonah’s not having any friends in the school. |
| B．Henry’s impoliteness in asking the question. |
| C．Jonah’s shyness after he found Henry’s gaze. |
| D．Henry’s thought of Jonah if he knew Jonah’s real situation. |
| A．He had never doubted or forgotten Henry’s advice. |
| B．He had completed a good deed of helping a classmate. |
| C．He had managed to overcome his fear and shyness. |
| D．He had met a classmate who was in the same situation. |
