| A．Sofia’s. | B．Maggie’s. | C．Tom’s. |
1. Why do the speakers want to celebrate?
| A．The school term is ending. |
| B．The woman’s birthday is coming. |
| C．All the students have finished exams. |
| A．In the classroom. | B．In the library. | C．In the canteen. |
| A．Have some snacks in the cafeteria. |
| B．Have a party with friends all night. |
| C．Have a meal outside of the school. |
3 . My son’s seventh birthday is approaching, so conversation at my house has naturally turned to organizing his party.
For his sixth birthday, we booked the local trampoline(蹦床) park. This worked out well. But the whole event cost us hundreds of pounds. This year, I’m trying to convince him that the dinosaur-themed park down the road offers just as much fun—and you don’t even need to wear special socks! This will be cheaper, because we aren’t required to hire a space—we can simply buy tickets for his mates.
But I still keep pondering over one thing—party bags. Why should a bunch of seven-year-olds, who have already been treated to a day out and a mountain of sugar, also be handed a bag full of pound-shop gifts for simply bothering to show up?
Party bags are an environmental disaster. I reckon my son attends 20 parties per year, and at each party there are 20 kids in attendance, which means 400 plastic bags in total. Within these 400 bags are perhaps 800 plastic toys, almost all of which fall apart on the journey home and then get binned instantly. The waste is shocking, and I don’t want to be part of it.
I know there are some party bag alternatives: one couple I know covered a table with Mr. Men books and got the kids to choose one each. At another party, I saw the hosts fill a bucket with soft toys and crumpled newspaper, and do a lucky dip (抽奖). Admirable efforts.
Even if that is a nice try, and even if the contents in the party bags don’t fall apart, so what? Will our guests think more highly of our child because of the party bags from our party? Will my child’s ability to make and keep friends be improved?
Well, the tradition for kid’s party bags ends with me, and it ends here, and it ends now. Who’s with me?
1. Why does the author recommend the dinosaur-themed park?| A．Because it’s more enjoyable. | B．Because it provides socks. |
| C．Because it can reduce cost. | D．Because it offers free tickets. |
| A．Gifts brought by guests. | B．Gifts prepared by hosts. |
| C．Gifts distributed by parks. | D．Gift a donated by charities. |
| A．Intolerant. | B．Objective. | C．Favorable. | D．In different. |
| A．Be recycled. | B．Be repaired. | C．Be thrown away. | D．Be given away. |
| A．Going out | B．Ordering drinks. | C．Preparing for a party. |
1．介绍除夕习俗；
2．提醒禁放爆竹。
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6 . The British Library is holding a new exhibition named "Harry Potter: A History of Magic." The show coincides with the 20th anniversary of the publication of J.K. Rowling's first book.
The exhibit opened last Friday. It includes Rowling's outline for the book. It also includes her personal drawings of characters and a map of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It also looks at magic and the nature of belief. It reveals that many of the things Harry Potter fans thought were imaginary were actually based in fact. Or they were based in folklore(民间传说). It includes rare books and manuscripts from around the world. It includes broomsticks and crystal balls. These offer insight into Rowling's inspiration and how the books came to be."I've taken liberties with folklore." That's what Rowling says in a video that opens the show.
The show is divided into rooms based on the subjects studied at Hogwarts. Hogwarts was the setting for Rowling's novels following the adventures of Harry. He is the orphan who learns at age 11 that he is a wizard. Each section touches on the legends and beliefs that Rowling wove into her stories.
Being hosted at the British Library meant the exhibition featured some amazing books. Their topics include palmistry(手相术) and tea leaf reading. And, of course, witches. Tanya Kirk, a curator, said working on the exhibit gave her a whole new appreciation of witches."I think all of the things I learned about witches is that they get quite a bad rap through history, and it was quite hard to find positive accounts," she said with a laugh. "The Harry Potter books have done a lot to change that."
The exhibition runs from Oct. 20 to Feb. 28, 2018 and has already sold some 30,000 tickets. The highest amount of advance tickets ever sold for a British Library exhibition. It will then travel to New York to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the release of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.” That is the book's title in the United States.
1. J.K. Rowling's first book of Harry Potter was published in ________| A．1996 | B．1997 | C．1998 | D．1999 |
| A．imagination | B．facts and rare books |
| C．legends and myth | D．all above |
| A．different subjects in magic school | B．different beliefs |
| C．different books of Harry potter’s stories | D．different characters |
| A．a mystery | B．negative |
| C．just like the character in Harry Potter’s stories | D．appreciated by many |
“Look.” Mom waved a flyer in front of the television. “Summer field trips for sixth-graders. Nature. Exercise. Fresh air.”
“No, thanks,” I said, still working the remote.
“You'll love hiking, Jimmy, she said. “Besides, couch potatoes need exercise.”
“But —” “If you don't like the first one, you don't have to go again,” she said before I could finish.
OK, I thought. Just one day.
That day was the hottest on record. The moment I woke up, I started to sweat. I got dressed. Long pants tucked into heavy socks, T-shirt, boots, backpack, water bottles. All required for the hike.
As we boarded the school bus, I met Mr. Hawkins, our guide. The bus finally stopped near a forest, and we got out. Our destination for the day was “the Lemon Squeeze.” But I had no idea what that was.
We quickly started our hiking after we got off the bus. Ahead, some kid kicked an old tree stump. A girl suddenly screamed and ran. A buzzing noise grew louder. Wasps（黄蜂）! Mr. Hawkins drove away the wasps with his shirt and we managed to run away.
We continued hiking for another hour until Mr. Hawkins decided that we should stop for lunch. It was too hot for anyone to complain, because complaining would only make it worse. What's worst was more hiking. It was getting hotter and hotter. Mr. Hawkins kept telling us to keep drinking water to keep hydrated. We drank, and sweated.
Water was low. Up ahead was a crossroads.
“OK, folks,” Mr. Hawkins said. “This heat is fierce. Do we finish, or do we take this shortcut back to the bus? It's a quarter mile uphill from here to our destination.”
I closed my eyes. Please, someone, say GO BACK TO THE BUS! I didn't want to be the wimp（懦弱的人）.
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I stumbled（蹒跚）off the bus, dirty and tired.
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I still remember it，like it was yesterday when my parents told me the news. It was the week before Christmas on Thursday morning when my parents said, “Stacy, start packing your things so we can go to Florida for the holidays.”
“Okay, ”I responded.We do this every year for Christmas and New Year. It’s kind of a family tradition we have.We go every year because we like to visit some family members living in Florida.There has never been a year when we’ve missed a trip to Florida for the holidays. I was so excited to go on this trip because Christmas is my favorite holiday, but to top it off I was going to get to celebrate it with my family.
The next morning, my mother entered my room. “Stacy, wake up! We need to go to the airport so that we can get our plane tickets to Florida before they sell out.”
I jumped out of bed and got ready as fast as I could.When we were on our way to the airport，I couldn’t stop talking and smiling because I was too excited about getting our tickets.
“Aren’t you just excited to go to Florida?” I asked.
“Yes, I am.We can finally catch up with the family and drink hot cocoa,” responded my mother.
The airport was so crowded. Some people were leaving to other countries and others were just visiting for the holiday. There was such a huge line in the airport because so many different people were buying plane tickets.
When it was our turn, my mother said, “Three tickets to Florida on Christmas Eve please.”
The lady working there responded, “Well, you guys are lucky.You got the last three tickets to Florida.”
My mother and I both smiled in relief and paid for our tickets and went back home to finish packing.
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When we arrived home, we found father was lying on the floor, bleeding.
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After we left for the airport to buy tickets, a man climbed into our house to steal money.
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The excitement about Thanksgiving was really building. Grandma arrived with a homemade pecan pie. Dad was searching for his electric carving knife. Mama was in the kitchen humming a song. Little baby Lonnie bounced up and down. Dad smelled the air and sighed. My big brother, Slim, who was anything but slim, sneaked off to his room with a slice of the pecan pie. Even our dog Fido was wagging his tail.
Having set a pretty table, Mama looked up, smiling. “Help me carry in the food,” she said. Slim, who had come out of his room by this time, went racing into the kitchen. " I'll get it! I'll get it!” The rest of us piled in behind him, everyone grabbing a dish. Then we watched Dad carry in the biggest, brownest, best-smelling turkey we had ever seen with Mama's hand under the plate, just in case. Together they lowered the turkey to its place at the table.
It was the tradition in our family to think of something for which we were most thankful. We all ran to the table yelling something like “I'm thankful for school being out” or “I'm thankful for pecan pie!” All eyes were on that enormous turkey as we took our seats.
Yes, everything was perfect except for one thing. On that special day, it was Dad who sat at the head of the table and carved the turkey. It was an honor that he had eagerly expected for days. Mama always called Dad a clumsy ox. He frequently tripped (绊倒) over his own two feet, and he could drop just about anything.
We automatically eased back when Dad tested the electric carving knife in the air. Dad went to work on the white meat first with surprisingly few problems. Slice after slice landed neatly on the plate with thick gravy (肉汁)。Dad leaned forward and grabbed the end of the left turkey leg and cut it off, placing it whole on the plate. His oily fingers shone brightly in the light of the chandelier (大吊灯)，and Mama waved her napkin. “I'm all right, Mama,” he said. “I'm all right. ”
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But when Dad pulled back the right turkey leg, it slipped from his oily fingers.
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As Lonnie yelled, we found a turkey leg was missing.
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I was sitting at the dinner table with my family. Without warning, my brother smiled and turned down the kitchen lights so we all were sitting in darkness. Then my mom walked over, carrying a big, chocolate cake decorated with red icing. The cake was lit up with ten birthday candles, and everyone started singing to me!
My favorite part of birthdays is getting the chance to make a wish. Sometimes wishes come true, and sometimes they don’t, but the fun of waiting and hoping makes me happy. It’s like magic is in the air or something. Maybe I’m too old to believe in magic and wishes, but I don’t care. I still do it.
I closed my eyes, made a wish, and blew. My grandparents clapped and my little sister stuck her finger into the clouds of icing. She’s always doing stupid things like that. Mom took the cake away to cut it into slices. She gave me the first piece, and it was awesome. Chocolate with vanilla (香草味的)cream in the middle-delicious.
Ding-dong! The doorbell rang. We weren’t expecting anybody else. "Why don’t you go answer the door, kiddo?" suggested Dad. He likes calling me kiddo. Mom says it’s because he’s always calling us kids by the wrong names. I frowned (皱眉) trying to think. Was this a trick? Was I about to be made fun of?
"Okay," I said slowly and headed for the door. I couldn’t see anybody through the glass window. Cautiously I opened the door. There was a large box on the doorstep decorated with a note on it that read, "Happy Birthday! Open me!"
"What’s this?"Now I was confused, but excited. The box wasn’t very heavy, so I bought it inside. My family crowded all around me. "What is it? "asked my grandma.
"Open it!" My brother was impatient, as usual. "Box ,box!" yelled my little sister, trying to get her hands on it.
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“Hold on, everybody,” I said.
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My heart melted as I picked it up.
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