Weeks into my student exchange program, my autoimmune (自身免疫性) condition worsened. This time, it showed in the form of deep vein thrombosis (静脉血栓), which was a blood clot in my left leg muscle. One day, I woke up and realized that I couldn’t move my left leg. I panicked and used my right leg to hop to the nearest clinic for an assessment. The doctor assessed that my condition was serious and I needed to seek immediate medical attention at the nearest hospital.
As I was all alone in a foreign land, I reached out to my friends I met through the student exchange program. The problem in Hong Kong was the language barrier, as most people were comfortable to talk in Cantonese (粤语). I boarded a cab to the Accident and Emergency department of the nearest hospital. I still remember, it took me 6 hours of waiting to see the doctor. After a few hours of waiting, some of my friends from the student exchange program joined me.
For the first person who came, he resided in Singapore previously but re-located to Hong Kong with his family, and therefore conversant in Cantonese, English &Mandarin. How lucky I was! With him around as my translator, he paved the way for me to be properly understood and smoothly warded.
Then, there was this special friend who selflessly lent her assistance to me when I was completely helpless in the hospital, worried about the huge hospital bills. She notified the university and all my lecturers of my admission to hospital, got my insurance plans, credit cards, clothes and necessities for my stay in hospital. She also later coordinated (协调) for the university staff to meet me personally in the hospital to bridge any gap that I may have in a foreign land. Thanks to her, I secured a space in the university hostel to shift to after I was discharged. I didn’t have to worry over anything, because this kind friend took it upon herself to sort them out for me.
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There were other human angels who would visit me from time to time.
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___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________2 . Yang Xiaoyue and his wife sell fish in a market in Xuhui District. Throughout the years, Yang and his family have stuck to the principle of “being good people”. Yang’s father died when Yang was young. Although the family was poor, his mother always reminded him to help people in need.
The couple are honest business people. Once, a customer told them the fish he had purchased had not tasted right. Since then, the couple have been steaming a fish to ensure it tastes right every time before they sell fish. In Yang’s opinion, customers come to his stall because they believe he will sell good-quality fish. Yang’s fish stall is popular. Some customers continue buying his fish after moving from the neighborhood.
One day, Yang saw a notice, calling for donations to help poor families as he passed by the village committee office of Tianlin. He donated 200 yuan and asked himself: “What else can I do?” Yang and his wife discussed the matter. Eventually, they wrote a letter to the committee, indicating they wanted to provide fish, for free, to families living with special difficulties. Since 2002, Yang and Yuan have provided fish to the disabled and the elderly living alone.
Yang also writes poetry. In one poem, he wrote: “At 28, I decided to be a warmhearted person who sells fish. So far, I have walked to see this world, bringing vigor (活力) wherever I go.” Yang says the most important virtue he learned from his mother is “being kind and honest”. He is determined to pass that virtue to his offspring.
1. Why do customers continue buying Yang’s fish after moving away?| A．Because Yang sells fish at a low price. |
| B．Because Yang’s fish stall is quite popular. |
| C．Because they believe in the quality of Yang’s fish. |
| D．Because they want to do something to help people in need. |
| A．Cook for the disabled and elderly. |
| B．Deliver fish for the disabled and elderly. |
| C．Write letters for the disabled and elderly. |
| D．Offer fish to the disabled and elderly for free. |
| A．Creative and kind. | B．Warm-hearted and honest. |
| C．Brave and popular. | D．Strong-willed and caring. |
| A．Fish Sellers Sell High Quality Fish |
| B．Fish Sellers Bring Warmth to Others |
| C．Fish Sellers Care for the Elder and Disabled Selflessly |
| D．Fish Sellers Pass Good Virtue to Future Generations |
Pimple on the Nose
“Nooo!” screamed Asha as she saw a huge pimple(痘) on her nose. She didn’t have time to cover the pimple as she was running late to school. She gobbled her breakfast, grabbed her bag and got into her school bus just in time. As soon as she entered, kids started laughing. Nobody was willing to make her sit beside them. Even Anita, her bus mate acted a bit differently with her.
Asha was lost in thoughts. A new thought popped in her mind every second. Once she thought “Great! As if homework and exams were not enough, I have to worry about my pimple as well.” The next minute another thought popped in her mind. “I am tired of using that face wash. I still wonder how I agreed to use that horrible thing! How can…” Mr. Shetty, the bus driver said “Asha, do you want to miss the class?” Asha was so lost in her thoughts that she did not even notice that everybody had got down the bus except her.
She did not want to step into the campus. She thought, “What will my teachers think? What will my friends think?” After some time, she gathered courage and entered her class expecting that she would be laughed at.
It was a very hard day at school for her. As soon as she got home, she hugged her mother tightly. As she did so she felt all her worries were not even a dot in front of the warm and loving hug.
Later that day, she went to the supermarket with her mother. While coming back she heard people commenting on her pimple. A small child cried, “Daddy! My cherry is on her nose! Get it for me.” She heard some boys murmuring, “If she would have been in our school, she would definitely be chosen as the joker in the dance.”
Asha wondered why people cared so much about her appearance.
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Finally it was time for bed story, and mom asked her to choose a book.
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As George’s birthday approached, David noticed something that concerned him. It was George’s shoes, the soles (鞋底) of which were nearly worn through. They were no longer as comfortable as they should be, and David could tell that George needed a new pair of shoes and he decided to do something special for his friend on his birthday.
David’s thoughtful plan started with a conversation with his mum. He explained how much he cared for his friend George and how he wanted to gift him a pair of shoes for his birthday.
His mum, a kind and wise woman, agreed that it was a wonderful idea. She also wanted to teach David an important lesson about earning and giving. So, they discussed a plan together. “David,” his mum said, “I think it’s a lovely idea to buy shoes for George. But how about this? I can give you some money for doing extra housework around the house. You can earn the money you need to buy the shoes. What do you think? “David’s eyes lit up, and he smiled widely. “That’s a great idea, Mum! I want to do it. ”
David became a whirlwind (旋风) of activity around the house. He swept the floor, watered the plants, washed the clothes, and even helped his mum with the dishes. His determination to earn enough money for George’s gift shone through his every action.
As days turned into weeks, David saved penny by penny. His mum was impressed by his hard work. She knew that her son’s surprise for George would not only make his friend happy but would also teach David the joy of giving.
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Finally, George’s birthday came and David invited George to his home celebration.
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George was so moved by the gift he received.
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Mash Assadollah was the grocer at our corner store. Standing behind his glass display case, he tore out a page from a book. He twisted the page into a cone-shaped envelope and then filled it with tobacco. He then weighed the tobacco. He folded the envelope of tobacco closed and handed it to me. I was also buying sugar cubes and tea. Mash Assadollah calculated the amounts on an abacus (算盘). I paid him and left.
When I got home, Grandmother took the goods I had purchased, emptied the envelopes of their ingredients, handed me the wrappers, and asked me to throw them away.
It was summer vacation, and I didn’t have much to do. To keep myself busy, I sat down in a corner of the room and started to read the wrappers, which had once been eight consecutive (连续的) pages of a book. How well written and attractive the words were! It was a good story. I sat there until I had read all eight pages. Honestly, I had never read a book before, except for my textbooks. But when I read those eight pages, I realized that I now loved reading! The only problem was that the story stopped right at the best part, right at the end of Page 22, which was the most important and exciting point in the story.
It was about a boy who wanted to run away from home and escape his father who was always spanking (打屁股) him, but the boy was afraid. He finally left home but didn’t know where to go. I was excited to find out where he would go and what would happen to him.
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I decided to go back and get the rest of the book from Mash Assadollah.
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Mash Assadollah didn’t know what I was talking about.
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When I was in high school, my art teacher asked me to participate in a regional painting competition. I hesitated at first. Although I loved art, I had always painted for myself, not for contests or recognition. My family, who had moved from Mexico, encouraged me to express our culture through my art, but I was unsure about exposing my work to the public. Painting was a personal journey for me, a way to connect with my roots and express my emotions.
But my teacher saw something in my paintings that I hadn’t. She said, “Your work tells a story, a vibrant narrative of your heritage and dreams. You should share it with the world.” Motivated by her confidence in me, I decided to take the leap.
I chose the theme of ‘Migration’ for my painting. It was a tribute to my family’s journey from Mexico to the United States, a blend of colors and emotions depicting both the struggles and hopes of moving to a new land. I poured my heart into that canvas, each stroke representing a piece of my story.
As I worked, I found myself lost in the memories and experiences of my family. The more I painted, the more I understood the sacrifices they had made for me. My doubts turned into determination. I wanted this painting not just to be seen but to be felt. I stayed up late for several nights, perfecting every detail, ensuring that every color and every line conveyed the emotions I felt so deeply.
When I finally finished, I was no longer concerned about winning. The painting was a part of me, a representation of my family’s journey and my growth as an artist.
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The day of the competition arrived, and my heart was racing as I displayed my painting among the others.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Standing in the craft (工艺) store, I looked at the painting supplies in awe (敬畏). There were so many items that I had no idea where to start. I saw various tools for painting and several things I had no idea what to do with.
I held gift cards and coupons (优惠券) in my hand. My friends and family had asked what I wanted, and I was very clear this year. I had thought over the idea for months, but I would need supplies. Instead of replying modestly with“I’ll be happy with whatever you choose”, I said pointedly, “Gift cards for the craft store.”
“Are you sure this is what you want for your birthday?” my husband asked hesitantly.
“I’m very sure. I really want to give it a go,” I replied. I was smiling with anticipation (期盼). “I’ve never painted before, and I think it’s time to expand myself.”
He looked at me doubtfully and shook his head.
Truth must be told—this was a secret I’d kept for a while. Every day, he packed up for work and left. I would take care of my son and get him off to school, clean the house, go to the grocery shop and prepare dinner before they both walked in the door at the same time.
It had been a decade since I took any time to follow my own pursuits. I used to love to read; now my books collected dust from lack of time. I used to love to hike; now my boots sat neglected in the back of my closet. I used to love to sew, but my machine was in a state of disrepair for longer than I owned it.
I missed doing all those things, but somehow I never found my way back to them. I had become a drudge (苦工). I wanted excitement and creative expression, but mostly I wanted color.
I selected the most interesting supplies. “Are you really sure about this? I have a feeling you’re going to store all these in the back of a closet and never touch it again.” I almost listened to him. For a split moment, I doubted my commitment.
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Squaring up my shoulders, I marched myself to the checkout.
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My hand rested on the handle of the vacuum (吸尘器), but I’d been staring at my painting tools far longer than I realized.
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8 . A taxi driver specially gave a free ride to a mother and her little boy Tyler who had a sudden attack of an illness on the road.18 years later, a touching
66-year-old Carl booked a taxi to the hospital. He had
They didn’t
The driver smiled, “When I was little, I suffered from an attack in need of
Carl’s heart felt lighter and happier. “What’s your name, young man?” he inquired the driver. And tears of joy
Be the light that helps others
| A．memory | B．encounter | C．photo | D．movie |
| A．concluded | B．escaped | C．recovered | D．retired |
| A．problems | B．characteristics | C．concerns | D．tendencies |
| A．secretly | B．desperately | C．unexpectedly | D．slowly |
| A．encouraged | B．appointed | C．reminded | D．warned |
| A．struggle | B．communicate | C．cooperate | D．worry |
| A．checked | B．received | C．bought | D．recognized |
| A．frightened | B．saddened | C．moved | D．excited |
| A．disappointed | B．astonished | C．annoyed | D．ashamed |
| A．emergent | B．special | C．effective | D．painless |
| A．witnessed | B．affected | C．controlled | D．saved |
| A．provided | B．charged | C．wished | D．prepared |
| A．bravery | B．patience | C．kindness | D．politeness |
| A．lit | B．hurt | C．narrowed | D．fogged |
| A．clear away | B．get away | C．get through | D．look through |
9 . To those normal kids, it’s not unusual to hear “Goodnight” when you kiss them, saying “Goodnight” to them. For most parents, it’s just a storm in a teacup. However, for me it’s opposite.
My son James, suffered from the autism spectrum disorder (ASD), a developmental disability caused by differences in the brain. Some people with ASD may have advanced conversation skills whereas James is an exception.
Pre-diagnosis, I’d give James a big kiss and whisper goodnight when putting James to bed. Post-diagnosis, the silence that I received in return was deafening. It had never occurred to me before to be concerned that when I said “Goodnight, James. I love you”, my toddler said nothing in response.
I needed to hear him say something. My husband and I began to promote James to say goodnight back to us. “Say goodnight, Mommy.” For over a year, “Say goodnight, Mommy” was the parting routine of the day. Every night, it made me cry. I never got used to it. But I never gave up hope.
With more efforts, one night, I’d hear something more organic come out of James’s mouth. He dropped the “say”— and his response became “goodnight, Mommy” when James turned four. It was fantastic — but it was still prompted. At six, I got my first unprompted, “Goodnight, Mommy. I love you.” Next to my wedding, and births of my children, this was the most exciting night of my life.
James, now eight, routinely kisses us goodnight and tells us he loves us. The other evening, after giving me a big hug and kiss, James told me, “You’re a great mom! You’re not a mom with feathers, or a mom with colors and markers. I’m glad you’re a... a person!” I don’t know if he had the book Are You My Mother? on his mind, or if this was just one of the many random thoughts that crossed my son’s brain on a daily basis. I do know it was music to my ears.
1. What do most parents think of a kiss goodnight from their normal children?| A．It’s an advanced conversation skill. | B．It’s a precious routine they treasure. |
| C．It’s a privilege they take for granted. | D．It’s a good way to recover from ASD. |
| A．He was too talkative. | B．He couldn’t say anything. |
| C．He daren’t sleep alone. | D．He was lack of security. |
| A．It has evolved over time. | B．It always upsets his parents. |
| C．It benefits face-to-face talk. | D．It helps exercise James’ mind. |
| A．The Cycles of Life | B．A Mom with Feathers |
| C．The Symptoms of ASD | D．Unusual Bedtime-Routines |
Jake Stonehall was gifted. He had a passion for sports.
When he was five, his father took him to see the top two hockey (冰球) teams in the country play each other for a chance to lift the cup of victory. The boy could vividly remember how his heart pumped and how he wished to play there on the hockey ground with the players.
Since then, Jake became a hockey lover. With the company of his father, he spent most Saturdays skating in the ice rink (溜冰场).
When he got old enough, he joined his school’s hockey team. With the guidance of the coach, he progressed rapidly, which made the coach and his father really proud. Jake was soon appointed as captain of the team. He was a great team player and the whole team admired him.
Over time, his passion for hockey deepened. Beyond his own training, he would watch practices of his school’s disabled ice hockey team. These players worked together on specialized sleds (冰车), engaging in matches in an astonishingly incredible manner. Each game and practice became a passionate display of toughness and teamwork, setting off even more curiosity and admiration within him.
One day, he was on his way back home from training when a car crashed into him, throwing him several feet away.
The accident took away his ability to use his legs, which meant he could no longer play hockey. After he was out of hospital, he became a totally different person. Any talk about hockey would make him cry. He avoided seeing the coach and other players in his team. He even threw away the hockey sticks.
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Jake sank into the world of hopelessness.
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Jake began to practice hockey on the sled, like a kid learning to walk.
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