1 . Ice formed in the small pool. Then I would go to the hockey rink (冰球场). I picked up my hockey stick, holding it in the way I formed a big “T”, stepped onto the ice, and moved closely toward the middle. Should I go through, the stick would hopefully keep me from going completely under.
The next day it rained. Rain can do one of two things to a backyard hockey rink. It can either make it the smoothest surface, or it can turn it into those terrible rumble strips (减速带) on the highways. More often it is the latter. On Saturday morning my brother discovered that was what had happened to our ice. “Let’s go and see Dad.”
Taking an old iron box from the backyard, my father taught us to fill it with wood. He then tied a line to a hole at one end of it — the homemade Zamboni (磨冰机) machine, “Once the fire really gets going, the box will get really hot,” he said. “Then we just move it around and it will smooth down the bumpy (不平的) surface.” Finally, Dad began to move it across the pool. After about twenty yards, still moving forward, he said to us over his shoulder, “Well?” “Nothing,” I answered.
For many people this might have been the sign to end the project. But not our father. As we skated off the ice and returned to the kitchen for hot chocolate, he kept going, patiently walking line after line. He stayed out there, until afternoon turned into early evening. The pool would have to wait for warmer weather.
There’s a lesson in the Zamboni about fatherhood, I think: that it is not about being perfect in your actions but perfect in your intention. Love is not smooth as glass, but bumpy as ice with rumble strips, and holes, and places to fall down. Sometimes no one will be watching you walk line after line, but they’ll remember that you were out there.
Perhaps the Zamboni really did work.
1. Why did the author form a “T” with the hockey stick?A.To ensure safety. | B.To keep calm. |
C.To measure the ice. | D.To play the sport better. |
A.Making holes in the ice. | B.Filling the gaps with wood. |
C.Smoothing the lines with heat. | D.Applying pressure to the bumpy surface. |
A.Fruitless. | B.Dangerous. | C.Practical. | D.Successful. |
A.It’s a family tradition. | B.It’s a symbol of love. |
C.It’s a special invention. | D.It’s a challenge to fatherhood. |
He invited me for dinner last
1. What happened to David Edward when he was 10?
A.He was lost. |
B.He suffered a serious disease. |
C.He became disabled. |
A.A video. | B.An article. | C.An interview. |
A.Honest. | B.Talented. | C.Inspiring. |
1. What do we know about the writer?
A.He never travels around the world. |
B.He is a teacher. |
C.He was born disabled. |
A.Encouraging. | B.Polite. | C.Strange. |
1.我的妈妈是我眼中的英雄。她在一家超市做收银员。
2.我原以为她的工作很容易,但我逐渐意识到,这些年来妈妈一直怀着极大的热情做着一份出色的工作,值得尊重。
3.母亲以她的工作为荣。她笑迎顾客,即使累了也坚持努力工作。
4.虽然她每天工作时间很长,但她仍抽空做家务并花时间陪我。
5.在她的鼓舞下,我学会了在遇到困难时不轻易承认失败。
The Hero in My Eye
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________My mother is my greatest inspiration. She works as a cashier at a neighbourhood supermarket.
I used to think her job was pretty easy, but now I am older, I
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9 . My 13-year-old daughter sent a postcard to us while we were still away on our most recent trip to California. It
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Our youngest daughter is just about to
This vacation to California was our very first
One of our family bonding moments came when we took a family surfing lesson. It was the first time any of us had tried surfing, although it was something the girls had been
Those are memories I’m going to
A.left | B.mentioned | C.passed | D.reached |
A.note | B.diary | C.journal | D.report |
A.never | B.already | C.ever | D.still |
A.inspired | B.sorry | C.grateful | D.nervous |
A.dislike | B.match | C.turn | D.remain |
A.vacation | B.picture | C.walk | D.look |
A.visitors | B.parents | C.writers | D.educators |
A.discuss | B.work | C.travel | D.celebrate |
A.extended | B.unexpected | C.busy | D.temporary |
A.plan | B.recall | C.imagine | D.judge |
A.hopefully | B.willingly | C.peacefully | D.curiously |
A.tired of | B.interested in | C.involved in | D.good at |
A.terrified | B.sad | C.proud | D.careful |
A.take up | B.hold onto | C.carry out | D.know about |
A.faces | B.souls | C.hands | D.letters |
10 . Many of our family traditions centered around food. We’d gather in the kitchen for every birthday and holiday and enjoy delicious food. My grandparents always held Christmas dinner, which included chicken cacciatore, sausage, meatballs and salad. But right before we sat down to eat, my grandmother would pull me aside to show me the dish she made just for me: fresh pasta (意大利面) with tomato sauce.
It was a simple dish, but to me it was warm food that filled me with happiness. But more than that, it made me feel like I belonged. I was a shy kid and, in many situations, I felt ignored. And here was my grandmother, showing me that I mattered.
Years went by; I moved away and got married. I’d visit throughout the years and my grandmother would serve up a plate of pasta.
When my daughter was born in 2020, for the first time in my life I wasn’t about to make the trip back home for Christmas. I cooked my family’s traditional foods and my husband and I had a big meal that included, of course, fresh pasta. I had a video call with my grandmother and showed her the pasta. Shortly after the holidays she passed away unexpectedly.
It seemed so unfair that my grandmother passed away soon after I became a parent. I’d hold my daughter and think about how I could tell her what an amazing great-grandmother she had.
In my sadness I came to an answer: food. Late at night after my daughter had gone to bed, I’d go to the kitchen and learn how to make fresh pasta, cooking my grandmother’s recipes. Before long I started experimenting, making a bit changes to classic recipes. When my daughter got a little older, I began making special dishes for her with my grandmother’s flavors in mind.
I know that no matter how hard I try, my daughter will never have a bowl pasta with sauce exactly like the ones my grandmother would make for me. While that makes me sad, she’ll still get to have my pasta sauce. I know there’re two things she’ll never lack for in this life: pasta and love.
1. What did the author say about her grandmother’s homemade pasta?A.It was a special birthday gift for her. | B.It brought her a sense of belonging. |
C.It was loved by every family member. | D.It took a lot of time and energy to prepare. |
A.She didn’t share pasta with her husband. |
B.She didn’t give her grandmother a call. |
C.She didn’t prepare many traditional family foods. |
D.She didn’t have a chance to eat her grandmother’s pasta. |
A.To honour her grandmother. | B.To give her daughter a surprise. |
C.To meet her grandmother’s wish. | D.To be a role model for her daughter. |
A.It isn’t easy to make. | B.It isn’t to her daughter’s liking. |
C.It tastes exactly the same as her grandmother’s. | D.It shows her love for her daughter. |
A.Different types of pasta | B.The origin of pasta |
C.Love through pasta | D.Pasta for Christmas |