1 . That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one o’clock in the morning after a tiring practice at the
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half
Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to
Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was
It was nearly 3 A.M. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had gotten my wallet back. I also had gotten back some
A.theatre | B.stadium | C.bank | D.school |
A.accounts | B.numbers | C.songs | D.lines |
A.taking up | B.giving up | C.starting up | D.mixing up |
A.walking | B.crying | C.running | D.shaking |
A.actors | B.drivers | C.beggars | D.robbers |
A.careless | B.homeless | C.sleepless | D.aimless |
A.expecting | B.hoping | C.preparing | D.calculating |
A.Therefore | B.Instead | C.Moreover | D.Still |
A.cellphone | B.wallet | C.book | D.passport |
A.when | B.which | C.where | D.what |
A.sleeping | B.playing | C.dreaming | D.imagining |
A.ran | B.jumped | C.climbed | D.fell |
A.throwing | B.tearing | C.putting | D.holding |
A.enjoyment | B.sorrow | C.reflection | D.imagination |
A.curious | B.anxious | C.willing | D.determined |
2 . I first “met” Wang Jian through the documentary From Mao to Mozart, an award-winning account of the musical journey taken by violinist Isaac Stern through China in 1979. In it, eleven-year-old Wang Jian performed in front of one of the most famous artists in the world with confidence and focus. It was a memorable experience.
Many years later, as I was looking through the Haydn section in a record shop one day, an unforgettable face on a CD cover caught my eye. I immediately recognised it as Wang Jian’s and it was quite unexpected. His eyes had remained very much the same as those of the little boy on the stage some twenty years ago. As I was a lover of Cello (大提琴) Concertos, needless to say, his recordings became my favourite.
I was very lucky to find myself a passenger on the same Music Cruise Wang Jian was performing on a few years ago. I still remember experiencing his performance of Schubert’s Arpeggione during a stormy crossing of the Mediterranean. My stomach was trying to deal with the ups and downs of the sea, while he fought his own discomfort by sinking (使沉入) himself in his performance. Of course, it is the best Arpeggione I have ever heard.
I was once told that an artist can be an extremely different person from the music he or she plays. I used to doubt that, but after several experiences, I’ve reconsidered this opinion. I still remember a Russian pianist, extremely talented, with whom I had a drink following his concert. The memory of his superficial (肤浅的) conversation paired with rude laughter still frightens me.
But Wang Jian is different. I found him to be just the person his beautiful music would suggest. He plays in a simple, clean and sincere way. Despite his success and fame (名声), he remains simple, friendly, and generous — a real gentleman and a well-respected artist.
1. How did the author first know of Wang Jian?A.He came across him in a journey. | B.He learned about him from a film. |
C.He met him at an award ceremony. | D.He read about him in a violinist’s story. |
A.Proud. | B.Surprised. |
C.Curious. | D.Doubtful. |
A.His generosity. | B.His confidence. |
C.His concentration. | D.His friendliness. |
A.Wang Jian will win more popularity. |
B.The pianist is not so talented as Wang Jian. |
C.We should never judge an artist by his looks. |
D.Wang Jian’s characters are as good as his music. |
A Chair for My Mother
My mother works as a waitress in the Blue Tile Diner. After school sometimes I go to meet her there. Then her boss Josephine gives me a job too. When I finish, Josephine says, “Good work, honey,” and pays me. And every time, I put half of my money into the jar (罐子).
It takes a long time to fill a jar this big. Every day when my mother comes home from work, I take down the jar. My mama empties all her change from tips for me to count. Then we push all of the coins into the jar.
Sometimes my mama is laughing when she comes home from work. Sometimes she’s so tired she falls asleep while I count the money. Some days she has lots of tips. Some days she has only a few. Then she looks worried. But each evening every single shiny coin goes into the jar.
We sit in the kitchen to count the tips. Usually Grandma sits with us too. Often she has money in her old wallet for us. Whenever she gets a good bargain (划算的交易) on tomatoes or bananas or something she buys, she puts by the savings and they go into the jar.
When we can’t get a single other coin into the jar, we are going to take out all the money and go and buy a chair. Yes, a chair. A wonderful, beautiful, fat, soft armchair for Mama and Grandma. When Mama comes home, her feet hurt. “There’s no good place for me to rest my feet,” she says. When Grandma wants to sit back and cut up potatoes, she has to get as comfortable as she can on a hard kitchen chair.
So that is how come Mama brought home the biggest jar she could find and all the coins started to go into the jar.
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Now the jar is too heavy for me to lift down.
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Finally we find the chair we are all dreaming of.
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4 . Bend, a small town in Oregon, is called “moon country.” Before the astronauts ever
When the news that his old friend would go to the moon came to Watson’s
And a few weeks after their
A.made | B.did | C.took | D.gathered |
A.adventure | B.research | C.amusement | D.practice |
A.joyful | B.anxious | C.gifted | D.local |
A.carried out | B.ruled out | C.picked out | D.made out |
A.sense | B.knowledge | C.scene | D.assistance |
A.enveloped | B.measured | C.designed | D.exchanged |
A.thanked | B.congratulated | C.welcomed | D.tricked |
A.huge | B.valuable | C.unique | D.tiny |
A.fly | B.take | C.shoot | D.operate |
A.little | B.highly | C.much | D.low |
A.escaped | B.rushed | C.responded | D.journeyed |
A.arrival | B.application | C.return | D.benefit |
A.postcard | B.drawing | C.photo | D.note |
A.marked | B.decorated | C.covered | D.equipped |
A.awkward | B.definite | C.precious | D.tough |
“Jordi! Wake up!” Father’s voice called from the hallway, and I sat up quickly. The day finally came! The day that I would be a castellar—a tower builder. Mama had breakfast ready. “Are you prepared for your moment of fame?” Papa asked in excitement. My throat was suddenly very dry, and the bread got stuck as I swallowed. Taking a big swig of juice, I put on a smile. “I'm ready” I would do well. I wanted to make him proud.
Here in the eastern part of Spain, casteller groups were very popular. My city hosted the competition this year. Before that, I’d watched my parents compete. But never before had I been part of the tower. It was so high. And it sometimes fell. I was hesitant to be up there. But for the past year, I had been practicing the climb. I was twelve, and I must not be a coward (胆小鬼). So for the first time in a competition, I would help build the tower!
In town, I saw that the center was packed with people and casteller teams from all over the country. Hands sweating, I was waiting for our turn to compete. Mom came and patted me on the shoulder. “Have focus. Have faith.” I nodded to show that I understood and would do my best to follow the suggestions.
Soon, too soon, it was our turn.
My father and three of the strongest men stood in a circle facing each other as they held tightly to each other’s arms. Four more strong men stepped behind, each wrapping his arms around the chest of a man and giving him a bear hug. Then fifty more men and women crowded behind and began pushing on their backs to keep them tightly together.
Our base was solid. Four smaller men climbed onto the backs of the base group and stood on their shoulders. They then grabbed onto each other’s arms and held firmly, creating a strong second tier (层). Another group of men would form the third tier. Then, a group of women, including Mom, started climbing and began to form the fourth tier. Our tower was growing taller and taller.
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Paragraph 2: “Jordi. Easy!” My mother whispered the words.
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6 . “Leave him alone!” I yelled as I walked out of the orphanage (孤儿院) gate and saw several bullies pushing the deaf kid around. I knew he lived in the old white house across the street from the orphanage where I lived.
“You are a stupid idiot,” said the bigger of the two bullies as he pushed the boy down on the ground. The deaf boy’s body started shaking all over and he curled up in a ball trying to shield and hide his face. He looked like he was trying to cry, or something but he just couldn’t make any sounds.
I ran as fast as I could back through the orphanage gate. I uncovered my home — made bow which I had constructed out of bamboo and string. I grabbed four arrows and then ran back out the gate with an arrow cocked in the bow. I stood there quiet, like, breathing really hard, just daring either one of them to kick or touch the boy again.
“You’re a dumb freak just like him,” said one of the boys as he grabbed his friend and back off far enough so that the arrow would not hit them. “If you’re so brave, kick him again now,” I said shaking like a leaf. The bigger of the two bullies ran up and kicked the deaf boy in the middle of his back as hard as he could and then he ran out of arrow range again.
The boy was trembling with fear and then made a sound that I would never forget for as long as I live. It was the sound like a whale makes when it has been harpooned (用鱼叉叉) and knows that it is about to die. I fired all four of my arrows at the two bullies as they ran away laughing about what they had done.
I pulled the boy up off the ground and helped him back to his house. When we reached his home, his sister told me that her brother could not say or hear anything. I told her that he did make a sound when the bully kicked him in the back. She told me that I must be mistaken because all her brother’s vocal cords (声带) had been removed during experimental surgery.
The boy made one of those hand signs at me as I was about to leave. His sister told me that he was saying that he loved me with his hands. I didn’t say anything back to her at all because, I think, people can’t talk with their hands and everybody knows people can only talk with their mouth.
On my very last day in the orphanage I was being chased by the police. They told me that I was being sent off to the Florida School for Boys, a reform school at Marianna, so I ran to get away from them. They chased me around the dining room building several times and finally I rushed for a fence and tried to climb over it to escape. I saw the deaf boy sitting there on his porch just looking at me as they pulled me down from the knee and handcuffed (用手铐铐住) me. The boy placed his fingers through the fence and just stood there looking at us. All I could hear the entire time was the high pitched sound of that whale being harpooned again. As I was pulled away into the police car I saw the deaf boy loosen his firm hold of the fence and slide very slowly to the ground. That was when I realized he probably really did love me and that he wanted to save me because he thought that I too was making the whale sound.
1. Why did the author shake like a leaf?A.He got angry over others’ bullying behavior. |
B.He got upset for being called an idiot. |
C.He got disappointed by the deaf boy’s reaction. |
D.He got scared of being kicked by the bullies again. |
A.To prove the author’s innocence. |
B.To save the author out of trouble. |
C.To signal the author to trust the police. |
D.To remind the author to run to the fence. |
A.Just and courageous. | B.Helpful and sensitive. |
C.Sympathetic and modest. | D.Considerate and aggressive. |
A.A boy without vocal cords. | B.The pure friendship. |
C.A fight with two bullies. | D.The whale sound. |
The Bridge We Were Meant To Cross
My brother and I were driving home together and became engrossed in a conversation. Because of this distraction, my brother took a wrong turn.
Unfortunately, the wrong turn took us towards a bridge and we had no way to turn back. Grudgingly, my brother paid the bridge toll and drove on. He was clearly frustrated by the mistake and the needless waste of $ 4.
We eventually reached an exit slip-way and, as we took it, my brother noticed a beat-up black Mustang pulled over to the side of the road. A young guy was standing nearby trying to phone someone. I was busy trying to figure out which way we went next but my brother pulled over and asked the guy if he needed any help. And he did. He had a flat tire and needed a wrench to get it off.
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My brother gave him a wrench, then proceed to help him change the flat.
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After we had finished the job he thanked us again and pulled out $ 20 and tried to give it to us.
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8 . The e-mail request came in to Ekiben restaurant in Baltimore late on a Thursday afternoon. The man, Brandon Jones was writing for his mother-in-law, who loved the dish. He explained that she was now in the final stages of lung cancer at her home in Vermont and that he was hoping to get the recipe to make it for her there.
Steve Chu, one of the Asian fusion restaurant’s co-owners, read the e-mail and quickly replied with another suggestion, ”Thanks for reaching out, “he wrote. ”We’d like to met you in Vermont and make it fresh for you.”
For the past six years, every time Brandon’s mother-in-law visited Baltimore, the first place she wanted to go was Ekiben so she could order that dish. “She had always told us, ‘When I’m on my deathbed, I want to have that broccoli (花椰菜),’” recalls Brandon’s wife, Rina Jones.
That Friday after work, a day after receiving Brandon’s e-mail, Chu prepared all the food ingredients (原料) and then headed for Vermont with his business partner and an employee. They stayed overnight in an Airbnb rental and drove the next day to where Rina’s mother lived. After cooking and boxing everything up, they knocked on their customer’s door.
“As soon as she opened the door, she recognized the amazing smell,” Brandon says.
Rina says her mother also recognized Chu and his coworkers. “My mom kept saying, ‘You drove all the way up here to cook for me?’ She was so happy and touched to have that broccoli.”
“It was an honor to help make the family’s wishes come true,” Chu says.“There was a lot of good positive energy in doing this.” Rina was happy that her mother was able to enjoy her beloved broccoli with a side order of excellent kindness one last time.“My mom cried later about their generosity, and so did I.” Rina says.“I’ll carry that positive memory with me always.”
1. Why did Brandon send the e-mail to Ekiben restaurant?A.To learn how to cook the dish for his mother-in-law. |
B.To ask the owner to treat his mother-in-law. |
C.To invite the owner to cook for his mother-in-law. |
D.To enjoy the food himself. |
A.He was generous to his coworkers. |
B.He had a strong desire for charity. |
C.He felt honored to deliver positive energy to the family. |
D.He was unwilling to share the recipe with others. |
A.Puzzled and amazed. | B.Surprised and moved. |
C.Anxious and thankful. | D.Stressed and concerned. |
A.A special order. | B.A generous restaurant owner. |
C.Positive memory, valued. | D.Kindness, delivered. |
9 . When Aiden Vayo found out that he had a rare genetic(基因的) heart illness, it actually came as a bit of a(n)
Aiden is an unusually bright, quick witted teenager who deals with his condition with a dark but cheerful sense of
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A.alarm | B.relief | C.stress | D.prize |
A.above all | B.at least | C.for example | D.of course |
A.treatment | B.service | C.spirit | D.research |
A.sadness | B.fear | C.success | D.humor |
A.desired | B.began | C.managed | D.failed |
A.luckily | B.hopefully | C.eventually | D.suddenly |
A.selected | B.created | C.weakened | D.updated |
A.worrying | B.amazing | C.amusing | D.interesting |
A.farther | B.further | C.somehow | D.otherwise |
A.Without | B.Despite | C.Unlike | D.Besides |
A.meet | B.develop | C.release | D.permit |
A.requests | B.challenges | C.mentions | D.protests |
A.remove | B.adapt | C.survive | D.impact |
A.concern | B.desire | C.planning | D.regret |
A.regular | B.professional | C.natural | D.rewarding |
“Mommy, can we get some cupcakes for my birthday? Please!”4-year-old Norah said. I hesitated about going to the grocery store on a Tuesday, Senior Citizen Discount Day. We had already celebrated Norah’s big day. Her two elder sisters were also born in September, so we had one big celebration for all of them. But today was Norah’s actual birthday. How could I say no? ”Okay,“ I said,thinking of the seniors who would crowd the aisles (过道) in the store.“But we have to be quick.
At the store I put Norah in one of the carts shaped like a car and did my best to move it to the bakery quickly. I picked up a package of cupcakes, swung to the other part of the store for birthday balloons and then got distracted by salad dressings.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Norah standing up in the cart waving excitedly. “Hi, old person! It’s my birthday today, ” she said cheerfully.
An elderly man in his 80s stared at us stone-faced. Before I could explain that “old person” isn’t exactly the best way to address someone, the man had already opened his mouth to reply to her. “Well, hello, little lady, ”he said.“How old are you today?”
“I’m four, ”Norah said, holding up her fingers. Then we chatted briefly, long enough for him to tell me that he was Dan and that he usually tried to avoid the grocery store on Senior Citizen Discount Day as well.
We went our separate ways. Several minutes later, Norah asked, “Can I take a photo with the old man for my birthday?” I felt kind of strange about asking a complete stranger to take a photo with this kid who had just called him “old person”.
“Let’s see if we can,” I said. We went back and spotted Mr. Dan by the dairy section. “There he is!” Norah pointed. His hair was uncombed(乱的), and he was dressed in a plaid shirt, jeans and sneakers.
“Ask him, Mommy!” Norah said.
“Okay, okay, I’ll ask, honey, ”I told Norah, and then approached the old man.
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“Excuse me,Mr.Dan,”I said.
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