1 . Cheerfulness is a powerful way to deal with a world that will always be tough and unjust in one way or another. It is a sign of strength in the face of difficulties. Different from fear, joy, or anger, cheerfulness isn’t something that overcomes you.
◎Acknowledge the difficulties.
Cheerfulness is an honest emotion because you’re not hiding from reality.
◎Don’t focus on the negative.
Whether in your personal life or in society, it’s easy to focus on what’s going wrong. But whatever you focus on, it grows. If you decide to focus on what’s going wrong, those problems will grow in your mind until they consume you.
◎Be grateful for what you have.
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No cheerfulness without laughter. So you can watch comedies, browse memes, or joke around with friends. Laughter strengthens your immune system, boosts your mood, makes you feel less pain, and protects you from stress. Laughter is cathartic (精神宣泄的) and infectious. Laugh and brighten the room.
A.Find your sense of humor. |
B.Deal with difficulties seriously. |
C.Focus on the good things you have. |
D.To a large degree, cheerfulness is a choice. |
E.You’re not covering your eyes and looking away. |
F.Acknowledge the problems, but don’t give them too much attention. |
G.Being cheerful will make you see the world and your own life in a different way. |
“I’m sorry, but visiting hours are over,” the nurse said apologetically. “You can come back in the morning.”
My husband Eric had just got out of the operating room and was still struggling with being sick from the anesthesia (麻醉). I really wanted to stay with him until he was more comfortable, but I knew that the hospital’s visiting policies must be followed.
“I’ll take care of him before you get back, I promise.” The nurse handed me a piece of paper. “That’s my cell number. You can call or text me anytime tonight if you’re worried or just want an update.”
I thanked her and then turned to Eric. “Can I do anything for you before I leave?” He shook his head slightly without opening his eyes, and I could tell he was uncomfortable. “I can’t believe I have to leave while you’re like this,” I said, tears filling my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
He patted my hand and signaled to me to leave. “I’ll be right here in the morning.” I said and headed to my car, still fighting tears. In my head, I knew that Eric wasn’t in danger, and he would be physically okay when I returned in the morning, but it still broke my heart that I couldn’t be with him when he needed me.
The hospital was a few hours from our house, so I was spending the night in a hotel. When I got to my room, I texted Eric’s nurse. She texted back, saying he was still sick to his stomach.
I sighed, feeling the worry rush in. What if getting sick caused his stitches (缝线) to break open? How much of the pain medicine was still in his system? What if he was in pain from his incision (切口)?
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I turned on the TV to shift my focus, but it didn’t work.
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Around midnight, I heard my phone receive a message.
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3 . One morning when I was seven years old, I woke up to find my mother was gone. I was terrified, running to
That morning, my father was coming to pick me up to spend a week with him and my stepmother. When he arrived, he
After reading the letter, my father said, “Mom’s very
I nodded, but I knew the
When I turned 18, my dad and Melanie gave me a car and wanted to throw me a party, but I just wasn’t in the mood(心情) for
Tears streamed down my cheeks. It was then that I realized her
A.call on | B.learn from | C.glance at | D.look for |
A.noticed | B.left | C.expected | D.remembered |
A.guilt | B.favor | C.burden | D.reputation |
A.turn | B.chance | C.right | D.honor |
A.busy | B.selfish | C.popular | D.tired |
A.working | B.fighting | C.staying | D.communicating |
A.trial | B.truth | C.deal | D.plan |
A.regretful | B.silent | C.independent | D.relaxed |
A.arrival | B.return | C.request | D.comment |
A.ashamed | B.awkward | C.wrong | D.determined |
A.occupied | B.welcome | C.cautious | D.calm |
A.Generally | B.Unluckily | C.Strangely | D.Gradually |
A.inspirations | B.achievements | C.prizes | D.celebrations |
A.choosing | B.assessing | C.admiring | D.preparing |
A.bored | B.angry | C.patient | D.concerned |
A.forgive | B.remind | C.comfort | D.praise |
A.loss | B.prejudice | C.failure | D.blame |
A.clarified | B.repeated | C.decided | D.promised |
A.hurt | B.scare | C.limit | D.transform |
A.explanation | B.departure | C.misfortune | D.ambition |
4 . When reading, my mother likes to slice a paragraph or a sentence out and attach it to the wall of her kitchen. She picks boring sentences that puzzle me. But I prefer copying favorite bright lines into a journal in soft, gray No. 2 pencil, word by word.
She doesn’t know any of this. There's nothing shocking: for our chatting. we seldom begin certain conversations though we talk on the phone weekly, sometimes making each other laugh so hard that I choke and she cries. But what we don't say could fill up rooms. Fights with my father. Small failures in school. Anything that really upsets us.
My mother has never told me “I love you, Lisa.”—as if the four-word absence explains who I am—so I carry it with me, like a label on me. The last time she almost spoke the words was two years ago, when she called to tell me a friend had been in hospital. I said, “I love you, Mom.” She stopped for a while and then said, “Thank you.” I haven't said it since, but I've wondered why my mother doesn't until I've found a poem that supplies words for the blank spaces I try to understand in our conversations:
Don’t fill up on bread. I say absent-mindedly. The servings here are huge.
My son, middle-aged, says: Did you really just say that to me?
What he doesn’t know is that when we’re walking together, I desire to reach for his hand.
It's humble, yet heartbreaking. After copying it down in my journal, I emailed it to mom, adding “This poem makes me think of you.” My mother doesn’t read poetry—or at least, she doesn’t tell me, and I felt nervous clicking “Send”.
She never mentioned the poem. But the next time I went home for vacation, I noticed something new in the kitchen fixed to an antique board: the poem. The board hung above the heater, the warmest spot in the kitchen. The poem still hangs there. Neither my mother nor I have ever spoken about it.
1. What's the function of paragraph 1?A.To stress the theme. | B.To establish the setting. |
C.To represent the characters. | D.To create the atmosphere. |
A.Shaky. | B.Distant. | C.Reserved. | D.Intense. |
A.It reminded her of mom's love. |
B.She wanted to apologize to mom. |
C.It suited mom's taste of literature. |
D.She needed an interpretation from mom. |
A.A memory of golden days. |
B.Daughter’s gratefulness to her. |
C.A decoration in the plain kitchen. |
D.Daughter's understanding of her. |