It was a chilly Friday night, and I had just returned from climbing one of the red rocks of Sedona. My father telephoned me as I walked through the arches to my dorm room and told me that my mother had been in a terrible car crash and had been taken to the intensive care unit (重症监护病房) of a nearby hospital.
When I got to the hospital, my father led me down a wide hallway with machines all around. A strong smell of medicine brought a sick feeling to my already tuning stomach. As I turned into my mother’s ward, the cadaverous (形容枯槁的) condition of her body shocked me. Her face had swollen, her eyes had huge dark bruise, and she had tubes down her throat and in her arms. Gently holding her cold swollen hands, I said “hi” in a calm voice, controlling my urge to cry out.
She kept looking at me as she pounded her hand against the bed, looking painful. I turned my face away from her, trying to hide the tears that were rolling down my face. That was when it struck me that I really might lose my mother.
From that night on, my life completely changed. Up to that point, I’d had the luxury of just being a kid, having to deal with only the exaggerated melodramas of teenage life. As my mother struggled first to stay alive and then to relearn to walk, my sense of priorities changed sharply. My mother needed me. The trials and trouble of my daily life at school, which had seemed so important before, now appeared insignificant. My mother and I had faced death together, and life took on a new meaning for both of us.
After a week of treatment in intensive care, my mother’s condition improved enough to be moved to a regular hospital ward. She was finally out of danger but, because her legs had been crushed, there was doubt whether she would be able to walk again. I was just grateful that she was alive. Two months later, a sort of hospital suite was set up in our family room, and she was allowed to come home.
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My mother’s return home was a blessing for us all, but it meant some unaccustomed responsibilities for me.
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My mother’s reliance on me changed our relationship.
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Long ago, there was a big apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the top of the tree, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the tree also enjoyed playing with him.
As time went by, the little boy grew up and he no longer played around the tree.
One day, the boy came back to the tree, appearing sad. “Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy gently.
“I am no longer a kid; I won’t play around trees any more,” the boy replied. “I want toys. I need money to buy them.”
“Sorry, but I don’t have money. However, you can pick all my apples and sell them. Then, you will have money.” The boy was so excited that he picked all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy didn’t come back after that.
The tree was upset.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so joyful. “Come and play with me,” the tree said.
“I don’t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, I don’t have a house. But you can cut off my branches to build your house.” So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left with delight.
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn’t appear since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” the tree requested.
“I am sad and becoming old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?”“Use my trunk to build the boat. You can sail and be happy.” So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and did not show up for a long time.
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Many years later, the boy finally returned.
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The apple tree is our mother.
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My mother always told me it was better to be smart than to be beautiful. “If you are smart, finally you will afford to be beautiful.” All I needed were the brains, and someday, I would be a really beautiful lawyer.
My mother worked at a TV station and I would come along and watch the magic of filming TV shows. But all the same, I was learning.
When my father’s business failed, I was able to continue to attend one of the best bilingual (双语的) schools in Mexico City thanks to scholarship. Scholarship followed me into middle school and high school.
However, during my senior year in high school my family moved to my dad’s country, the United States. For the first time in my life, I had optional (可选择的) classes. So I decided to take psychology class. While I found the public school system to be a joke, I did find my psychology class attractive. My mother, in her dreams for my life, did not see psychology as a good choice, but I was like her, strong-willed to the subject.
I married young, even before I had a degree under my belt. Worst of all, I married a kid who wanted to be poster (牧师). My mother loved Andy dearly but she would ask him occasionally, “When will you have a real job?” I did finish my degree and I became a social worker, but when I had my first child at age 24, I quit my job. Then at 26, another baby girl joined our family. Unfortunately, this baby girl had Down syndrome (唐氏综合征).
How would I be able to break the news to my mother? “It is better to be smart than to be beautiful.” I knew what “smart” meant in the statement, and I doubted if my baby with an extra chromosome (染色体) would meet those expectations. My mom was coming to the hospital to meet her new grandbaby. I would tell her then. I needed time to gather my thoughts. I was afraid, afraid that she would see Nichole as one that would never be smart...or beautiful.
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My mother arrived at the hospital midmorning, ready to meet her new granddaughter.
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Six years later, Nichole runs to mom whenever we see each other.
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I pulled the car into the garage and got out, just like every night for the past 16 years. The difference was that I wouldn’t have to work in the morning.
I slammed the car door. I used to be a leader of a national bank until it was closed. I’d put my heart and soul into my job. Not only did I work long hours, but also I was on call 24 hours a day, on weekends and holidays. If someone had a technical problem, even at 2:00 a.m. on Christmas morning, I was on it.
My kids joked that even though they were teenagers, I was the one who was absorbed in my cell phone and had to be told not to text at the dinner table.
My wife, Michelle, had been able to go to work full-time as an office manager once we heard my job was threatened. But our son, TJ, was a high school senior, and the girls, Sarah and Tara, were in ninth grade. And I wanted to give them the education and opportunities they deserved. “If I can’t provide anything for my family,” I asked, “what good am I?”
I opened the garage door and stepped out into our yard. The lawn and flower beds that my mum had tended so carefully were overrun with weeds. There was a maple tree in the middle of the yard that my parents planted when I was a boy. It needed caring. But I’d put on a lot of weight—no time to exercise with my crazy hours. I went up to the house. Michelle greeted me at the door with a hug. “It’s going to be okay. We will get through it,” she said. “Maybe you should think of this time as a break. You deserve one.”
“I’m sorry, Dad,” TJ said. “I know how much your job meant to you.” His concern was mirrored in the girls’ faces.
“I’ll take care of this,” I told them. “I’m going to work round the clock to find a new job and make our lives go back to normal.”
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The next morning, I got up before everyone else.
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The new lawn I’d planned for so long began to take shape and so did I.
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“Ready to pick lychees (荔枝), Hannah?” Daddy asks as we pull into my grandmothers driveway.
“Ready.” I smile and get out of the car.
Daddy closes his car door. He walks to the lychee tree in my grandmother’s front yard. “Hello, Family Tree,” Daddy says.
There Daddy goes, treating that tree like it’s a person. I’m smiling at Daddy when the door opens and my grandmother shows up. I call her “Nainai.” a Chinese word for “Grandma.” Nainai used to live in China, in a province called Guangdong. That’s where she learned to grow lychees.
“Hungry for lychees. Hannah?” Nainai asks.
I shake my head. I don’t want them. Lychees look different from all the fruits I like.
I laugh happily as Daddy climbs up the tree. The lychees are many and most are up high. After Nainai passes Daddy the cutter he cuts the end of a branch (树枝) heavy with fruit.
“Daddy! Why are you cutting the tree you love?”
Daddy smiles. “Don’t worry. Cutting the ends of branches doesn’t hurt Family Tree. It makes her stronger.”
He cuts down more branches, and Nainai and I pick their fruit. Each lychee looks strange to me. Nainai eats a lychee. With a smile I drop my lychees into the boxes we will take to relatives. Nainai shares with everyone in our family.
“Are you almost done?” I ask Daddy.
“Not yet,” Daddy says. The branch he stands on seems not to support him.
“Isn’t it dangerous up there?”
“Nonsense.” Daddy picks a lychee. “You won’t hurt me will you, Family Tree?”
There Daddy goes again.
“Plunk (扑通一声)!” say the lychees when they hit the bottom of a box. Then I hear a loud sound of a branch breaking into pieces. Nainai starts shouting, and I walk around to face the tree. There’s Daddy on the ground again. Near his feet is a broken branch!
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Daddy says, “The branch broke so slowly and lowered me softly down.”
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Daddy leans (倚靠) against the tree, “Do you like it now you’ve tasted it?”
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Miguel opened the door to his grandpa’s shoe shop. Grandpa was drawing a customer’s foot onto a piece of paper. He didn’t look up. Miguel sat down. He looked at the cut leather, hammer (锤子) and pliers (钳子).
The tools reminded Miguel of something else he loved. Grandpa always gave him a piece of candy whenever Miguel helped clean up. Miguel knew he wasn’t supposed to take candy without asking. But he was hungry then. It looked like Grandpa would be busy for a while. “Maybe I don’t need to wait,” Miguel thought.
Miguel reached secretly for the candy box. He hurried and put it in his mouth. Pretty soon the customer left. Grandpa was busy picking up a piece of leather and putting it in some water. Miguel ate the rest of the candy as fast as he could. Then he walked over to Grandpa.
Grandpa looked up from his work. “Hello!” he said with a smile. Miguel hugged Grandpa. He hoped Grandpa couldn’t tell he’d eaten a piece of candy. “It looks like you’re busy today,” Miguel said. “Do you need any help?” “Sure! Could you pass me that thread (线)?” Miguel nodded. He pulled it between his hands. “Wow, that’s strong.” Miguel said. Grandpa laughed, “It has to be, to last through the wear and tear of life.” Grandpa pulled the thread through the leather.
“You know, we need to be more like this shoe,” Grandpa said. Miguel looked at the leather, “Um. We do?” “Yes, indeed. We need to stay strong. That way temptations (诱惑) won’t make us fall apart,” Grandpa said with a nod.
Miguel suddenly thought of the candy. He knew he should tell Grandpa about it. Grandpa took an old shoe off the shelf, “See this big hole?” Miguel nodded. “This was once a small hole that could have been fixed easily. But the owner waited, and now it’s going to be much harder to fix. Bad habits and bad choices are like that hole. It is best to fix them early.”
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They kept talking as Grandpa worked.
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7 . I still remember the last few hours I spent with my grandma in the hospital. On the
My grandma was always smiling, which
My grandma told me that she
Ralph Emerson once said, “The
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| A．search | B．admiration | C．memory | D．support |
| A．resting | B．eating | C．risking | D．smiling |
| A．shape | B．pain | C．surprise | D．debt |
| A．puzzled | B．excited | C．encouraged | D．attracted |
| A．familiar | B．strict | C．careful | D．pleased |
| A．happiness | B．comfort | C．situation | D．illness |
| A．limit | B．forget | C．miss | D．destroy |
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| A．telephone | B．invite | C．help | D．visit |
| A．purpose | B．dream | C．fact | D．way |
| A．famous | B．useful | C．rich | D．healthy |
| A．changed | B．saved | C．lived | D．decided |
| A．mistook | B．guessed | C．explained | D．understood |
A few weeks ago，when my mom and I were shopping，we ran into my teacher，who mentioned that the school didn’t have a music teacher to help our class put together a performance for Winter Fair.And，right then and there，my mom said，“I know the perfect song and dance.I’ll teach it to the kids!”
Before I could say “Please don’t，”my mom had agreed to come to my class every morning at 9：30 for a week.Oh，and just to be clear，it’s not as if she’s a professional entertainer (演员).My parents run a small grocery store，and the only singing my mom does is in the shower.
“Um，”I said on our way home，“are you sure this is such a good idea?”
“Of course!” she said.“If we want your school’s Winter Fair to happen，people need to step up and volunteer.”
“I know volunteering is important，” I said.“But couldn’t you help out in another way instead?”
She laughed.“Don’t be silly.We’ll have great fun!”
“OK，everyone，”my teacher said at 9：28 on Monday.“We’re going to stop silent reading a little early because a special guest is here to help us with a performance for Winter Fair.”
“Let’s all welcome Arizona’s mother.”
I looked up to discover my mom standing at the front of the room wearing the world’s silliest hat.
“I’m super excited to be here with you!”my mom said.“I’m going to teach you a fun little songanddance number I learned a few years back，when I did some theater in college.Here goes!”
Oh，please，oh，please，I said over and over in my head，let there be a fire drill (演习) or a power outage (停电)，or anything to stop my mom for completely embarrassing herself—and me!
But obviously，my mom was not at all concerned about looking silly.She turned on some background music and started singing and dancing away.
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I closed my eyes，covered my ears，and shrank as low as I possibly could in my chair.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________9 . When parents discover their children have lied to them for the first time, it can often come as a shock to find their children are capable of such a trick. But new research has suggested many parents may not even notice many of the lies their children tell them.
Psychologists have discovered that most parents are overconfident about their children’s honesty and this may impair their ability to discover a lie. The findings may help to explain why some parents seem to be willing to let their children get away with almost anything even in the face of evidence. They say parents suffer from a “truth bias (偏见)” with their own youngsters, but when faced with lies from other people’s children, they have less difficulty telling whether a statement is true or not.
Dr Angela Evans, a psychologist at Brock University in Canada, said, “The close relationship that parents share with their own children may lead to parents’ failing to detect their children’s lies. Parents’ truth bias may result in parents’ being less doubtful about their children, allowing the children to successfully cheat them.” Most children are thought to start lying as early as two years old but start telling more believable lies at around the age of four years old. Learning how to lie is considered as a key part of cognitive (认知的) and social development in children. But many parents are shocked when their children start lying to them. In their study, Dr Evans and her colleagues filmed 108 children aged between 8 and 16 as they performed a test after being asked not to look at the answers. They were asked afterwards if they had looked, with 50 truthfully denying looking, 49 lying about looking and 9 admitting to looking.
Videos of those denying looking were then shown to 152 parents of children aged 8 to 16, 80 of whom had children who had taken part in the test. The researchers found that the parents were less able to spot lies told by their own children than by other people’s children.
1. What does the underlined word “impair” in Paragraph 2 mean?| A．Show. | B．Develop. | C．Damage. | D．Recognize. |
| A．They aren’t prepared for the lies. |
| B．They pretend not to discover the lies. |
| C．Their children know how to lie to them. |
| D．Their children are very good at hiding their lies. |
| A．What makes parents lose trust in their children. |
| B．What causes children to tell lies to their parents. |
| C．What affects children’s relations with their parents. |
| D．What makes parents fail to detect their children’s lies. |
| A．Parents tend to protect their own children. |
| B．Lying is a part of children’s development. |
| C．Children aged 8 to 16 are likely to tell lies. |
| D．Parents can judge lies told by children of others more easily. |
10 . My family is big on baseball. Grandpa
The same old routine continued for years. My dad and grandpa would make me practice and I would put no
Now, I often
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| A．amazed | B．disappointed | C．great | D．mad |
| A．effort | B．wealth | C．promise | D．trust |
| A．calmer | B．smarter | C．happier | D．kinder |
| A．searched for | B．focused on | C．benefited from | D．figured out |
| A．save | B．waste | C．spend | D．set |
| A．normal | B．special | C．short | D．general |
| A．include | B．spoil | C．test | D．judge |
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| A．expected | B．described | C．treasured | D．reported |
| A．fail | B．offer | C．forget | D．hesitate |
| A．forced | B．regrettable | C．disturbed | D．endless |
| A．team | B．school | C．neighborhood | D．family |
