1 . A little girl ran to her bedroom and pulled out her piggy bank (储蓄罐) from a secret drawer in her closet. She took the change from it and counted it carefully three times.
She carefully placed the coins in a jar and twisted on the cap. She took the jar and slipped out of the back door. She made her way six blocks to a drug store. She waited patiently for the pharmacist (药剂师) to give her some attention but he was too busy attending other customers at that moment. She tried several times to get his attention but failed. Finally, she took a quarter from her jar and hit it on the glass counter, which was finally able to get her some attention.
“What do you want, little Miss?” the pharmacist asked the tiny girl in the front of his counter. “My brother is really, really sick and I want to buy a miracle,” the girl answered back. “I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist. “My brother is really sick and my daddy says only a miracle can cure him now. So, I want to get a miracle for him. How much does it cost?” “I’m sorry but I can’t help you. We don’t sell miracles here, little girl,” the pharmacist said, softening a little.
Next to the little girl was a tall well-dressed man. He lowered himself and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?” “I don’t know,” the girl replied with her eyes in tears. “I just know he is very sick and has something bad growing inside his head. Doctor says he needs an operation. But daddy can’t afford it, so we need a miracle to save him now. I can use all my money to save my brother.” “How much do you have?” asked the man. “One dollar and twelve cents, it’s all the money I have now, but I can get some more if needed,” the girl answered in a whisper. “Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “That is the exact price of a miracle for a little brother. Take me to your brother. Let’s see if I have the miracle your brother needs.”
The man was a famous nuerosurgeon (神经外科医生). He was just the right person needed to save the little boy’s life. The operation was completed without any charges and it went successfully.
Her mommy wondered how much it would have cost. The little girl just smiled, but said nothing.
1. The girl took the money out of the piggy bank to ______.A.keep it in her bank account | B.buy her brother a miracle |
C.cover the debt at the drugstore | D.donate it to a needy child |
A.To let off her steam. | B.To show off her wealth. |
C.To get timely service. | D.To attract other customers. |
A.Her father was embarrassed for lack of money. | B.Her brother suffered from head injuries. |
C.She was confident in saving her brother. | D.He was ready to help the little girl. |
A.considerate and honest | B.gentle and open-minded |
C.brave and creative | D.kind and professional |
A.The Price of a Miracle | B.A Special Day at the Drugstore |
C.A Doctor with Kindness | D.The Survival of a Strong-willed Boy |
2 . He really did look like a tourist, with a camera around his neck and a bottle of sunscreen cream sticking out of his bag. The fat man sat on the terrace (平台), sipping lemonade and pretending to look at a tourism brochure. His sunglasses masked his eyes, but I knew he wasn’t looking at the brochure: he hadn’t turned a page for the last ten minutes. As I brought him his dishes, he coughed up a “thank you” and looked at me briefly. I tried not to stare at the tiny scar across his left eyebrow.
I walked back inside with my empty tray, shaking my head. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. Then it hit me — the car accident. The mysterious stranger who helped me out of my crashed car, just before it exploded. I rushed back to his table. He was gone.
I moved his saucer and found his tip, along with a card: I am deeply grateful to you. The night of your car accident, I was on my way to rob a jewelry store. Saving your life brought things back in a right way. I now live an honest life, thanks to you. Mr. D.
I shivered (震颤). The night of my car accident, I was heading for an interview in an illegal dance club. Seeing human kindness through his heroic gesture turned my life around and bought faith back into my life. I unfolded the tip he left. Among the singles was a grand (一千块) with a pen mark underlining “Thank you.” I said a silent prayer for him and got back to work, smiling.
1. Why did the fat man look like a tourist?A.Because he used money not the same as the locals. |
B.Because he carried what tourist usually have on. |
C.Because he didn’t look like a native citizen. |
D.Because he ordered strange food and drinks. |
A.He was drinking all the time. | B.He sat still with his sunglasses. |
C.The page remained unturned. | D.He was staring at the writer. |
A.A mysterious stranger helped the author out of the crashed car. |
B.The author helped a stranger escape from the crashed car. |
C.A mysterious man robbed the author of a grand. |
D.The author was interviewed for an illegal dance club. |
A.They kept in touch with each other since then. |
B.The author had been searching for the man. |
C.The man became a rich man years later. |
D.The author didn’t go to that interview. |
A.Sympathetic. | B.Grateful. | C.Worried. | D.Trusty. |
3 . 阅读下面短文,并按照题目要求用英语回答问题。
Luke has always been my closest companion these past five years. As you already know, there have been a lot of forest fires during the summer season. Many forests are badly damaged by fire each year. Not far from our shelter, a forest caught fire during this hot summer. We are on July, a heat wave which has been going on for three days.
Luke rushed towards the forest where flames send out a fierce heat. There’s no longer any hope at the moment to wait for Luke to come back to the shelter. In fact, I was waiting for the fire brigade(消防队) to announce me his death in the forest. Suddenly, a fireman burst into my office and informed me that my dog Luke succeeded to save four kittens who were trapped by the flames. According to the fireman, Luke seized the kittens, one by one moving them to a safe place.
I immediately accompanied the fireman to the forest to pick up the rescued kittens. Once on the scene of the incident, Luke was not there. Then we heard the sound of a dog came from the forest barking. I recognized the sound of my dog Luke. The firemen followed the tracks of the dog until they found him barking loudly by the side of an injured fireman who was lying on the ground and desperately waiting for rescue.
Thanks to Luke, four kittens and a fireman were saved. That day, I was very proud of Luke for his two heroic actions. Luke showed much compassion for both animals like him and for a human being who was trying to put out the fire with his colleagues. Truth to tell, my happiness is great and immeasurable.
I paid a visit to the fireman in his house accompanied with my lovely Luke. What a memorable scene when the fireman hugged Luke tightly to his chest! “One thousand thanks, Luke, for saving my life,” the fireman said.
This true story of love and compassion shows us that pets are loving, caring and compassionate. We should love and protect them. Don’t belittle them. Little animals can make enormous things for humans.
1. What happened near the author’s shelter this summer? (no more than 10 words)
4 . Our house was across the street from a big hospital, so we rented our spare upstairs room to outpatients (门诊病人). One evening, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly sick-looking man.
His face looked terrible - it was swollen (肿胀的) and red. Yet his voice was pleasant. He told me that he came for treatment and that he’d been hunting for a spare room since noon. but no one would give him one. “I guess it’s my face. . . ”
For a moment, I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: “I’ll sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning. ”
The old man had a huge heart inside his tiny body. He told me that he fished for a living to support his daughter, his daughter’s five children and her disabled husband. He didn’t complain while telling me his story. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was seemingly a form of skin cancer.
The next morning, he said, “Can I come back and stay the next time I need treatment?” I told him he was welcome to come again.
On his next trip, as a gift, he brought a big fish and some large oysters (牡蛎). In the years that he stayed with us, there was never a time that he did not bring us gifts like these. My neighbor warmed me that I could lose potential renters by putting up the old man after he left the first morning.
Maybe we did lose renters once or twice. But if they had known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear. I know our family will always be grateful to have known him. From him, we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude.
1. The author hesitated to answer at first, which suggests that _____.A.he was frightened by what the man looked like |
B.there were difficult neighbors to consider |
C.he wondered how the man found him |
D.there was no space for the man to stay |
A.He could sleep on the porch. |
B.He supported a large family. |
C.He felt skin cancer wasn’t painful. |
D.He complained about how others treated him. |
A.The author truly appreciated the old man. |
B.The author looked down on his neighbor. |
C.The author was grateful for the neighbor’s warning. |
D.The author was disappointed to lose potential renters. |
A.Powerful | B.Talent | C.Possible | D.Ability. |
A.A kind word is like a spring day. |
B.Where there is a will, there is a way. |
C.Don’t judge a person by his appearance. |
D.Don’t complain to the bad but be grateful to the good. |
5 . In March 2022, I was recovering from an operation for breast cancer and going through a terrible time. I spent my days at home
The trip was fun, but when I got on the
“I had an operation,” I said
I could feel my eyes
“Don’t think too much of your problem,” he said. “Instead, think about how many people you could help.”
I had tears coming down my face, and said, “I can’t
“Look, you have a
I’ve not been a very outgoing person, and except the few people who needed to know, I’d kept my illness
But this man, whose name was Ken Duane, showed me that my illness gave me
I am forever
A.devoting | B.explaining | C.storing | D.keeping |
A.kindly | B.hurriedly | C.seriously | D.confidently |
A.overlooked | B.accepted | C.doubted | D.dismissed |
A.bus | B.train | C.plane | D.ship |
A.normal | B.last | C.exact | D.whole |
A.good-hearted | B.absent-minded | C.cold-blooded | D.bad-tempered |
A.willingly | B.weakly | C.cheerfully | D.quickly |
A.pain | B.center | C.part | D.symbol |
A.coming | B.ending | C.taking | D.filling |
A.believe | B.realize | C.quit | D.rely |
A.still | B.already | C.even | D.then |
A.choice | B.decision | C.goal | D.belief |
A.clear | B.sort | C.mix | D.put |
A.motive | B.amateur | C.secret | D.sense |
A.defined | B.blamed | C.affected | D.defeated |
A.surprise | B.advice | C.strength | D.reference |
A.broaden | B.worsen | C.brighten | D.lighten |
A.officially | B.publicly | C.clearly | D.sharply |
A.expectation | B.exploration | C.appointment | D.conversation |
A.regretful | B.conscious | C.grateful | D.curious |
6 . The mission of Faces of Santa Ana is to lovingly engage the homeless through art. In July 2015, Brian Peterson and his wife had just moved to Santa Ana, California with a burning desire in their hearts to love their neighbors. Outside the couple’s fourth-floor apartment, a(n)
One day, Peterson was relaxing in his living room, reading the book Love Does, about the power of love in action, when his
In that first
“It was a strange thing to me,” Peterson recalled later. “I saw
Peterson’s
Many of Peterson’s new friends use the donations to secure immediate
Peterson has painted 41 of these portraits himself. He’s discovered that the buyers tend to connect to the story of the person in the painting, finding
A.talented | B.strange | C.homeless | D.old |
A.awake | B.anxious | C.awkward | D.amazed |
A.approached | B.encountered | C.quarreled | D.spoke |
A.hobby | B.space | C.quiet | D.work |
A.Inspired | B.Enforced | C.Informed | D.Reminded |
A.indifferent | B.independent | C.unexpected | D.unwise |
A.conversation | B.compassion | C.presentation | D.realization |
A.in painting | B.in health | C.in music | D.in sales |
A.settled down | B.ended up | C.come up | D.arise from |
A.beauty | B.friendliness | C.determination | D.thirst |
A.honesty | B.calm | C.life | D.bravery |
A.Even though | B.Now that | C.Since | D.When |
A.sell | B.collect | C.evaluate | D.paint |
A.competition | B.concentration | C.connection | D.cooperation |
A.preparing | B.befriending | C.promoting | D.bargaining |
A.customers | B.artists | C.models | D.volunteers |
A.changes | B.contributions | C.necessities | D.salaries |
A.childhood | B.forgotten | C.impossible | D.musical |
A.support | B.comfort | C.similarities | D.recognition |
A.differently | B.closely | C.safely | D.diversely |
7 . One of my wonderful memories is about a Christmas gift. Unlike other gifts, it came without wrap (包装).
On September 11th, 1958, Mum gave birth to Richard. After she brought him home from hospital, she put him in my lap, saying, “I promised you a gift, and here it is.” What an honour! I turned four a month earlier and none of my friends had such a baby doll of their own. I played with it day and night. I sang to it. I told it stories. I told it over and over how much I loved it!
One morning, however, I found its bed empty. My doll was gone! I cried for it.Mum wept and told me that the poor little thing had been sent to a hospital. It had a fever. For several days, I heard Mum and Dad whispering such words as “hopeless”, “pitiful”, and “dying”, which sounded ominous.
Christmas was coming. “Don’t expect any presents this year,” Dad said, pointing at the socks I hung in the living room.“If your baby brother lives, that’ll be Christmas enough.” As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears. I’d never seen him cry before.
The phone rang early on Christmas morning. Dad jumped out of bed to answer it. From my bedroom I heard him say, “What? He’s all right?” He hung up and shouted upstairs. “The hospital said we can bring Richard home!”
“Thank God!” I heard Mum cry.
From the upstairs window, I watched my parents rush out to the car. I had never seen them so happy. And I was also full of joy. What a wonderful day! My baby doll would be home. I ran downstairs. My socks still hung there flat. But I knew they were not empty; they were filled with love!
1. What happened to the author on September 11th, 1958?A.He got a baby brother. |
B.He got a Christmas gift. |
C.He became four years old. |
D.He received a doll. |
A.Impossible. | B.Boring. |
C.Difficult. | D.Fearful. |
A.Excitement. | B.Happiness. |
C.Sadness. | D.Disappointment. |
A.A sad Christmas day. |
B.Life with a lovely baby. |
C.A special Christmas gift. |
D.Memories of a happy family. |
In the fall of 1985, I was a bright-eyed girl heading off to Howard University, aiming at a legal career and dreaming of sitting on a Supreme Court bench somewhere. Twenty-one years later I am still a bright-eyed dreamer and one with quite a different tale to tell.
My grandma, an amazing woman, graduated (毕业) from college at the age of 65. She was the first in our family to reach that goal. But one year after I started college, she developed cancer. I made the choice to give up college to care for her. It meant that school and my personal dream would have to wait.
Then I got married with another dream: building my family with a combination of adopted (收养) and biological children. In 1999, we adopted our first son. To lay eyes on him was fantastic — and very emotional. A year later came our second adopted boy. Then followed son No. 3. In 2003, I gave birth to another boy.
You can imagine how fully occupied I became, raising four boys under the age of 8. Our home was a complete zoo — a joyous zoo. Not surprising, I never did make it back to college full-time. But I never gave up on the dream, either. I had only one choice: to find a way. That meant taking as few as one class each semester.
The hardest part was feeling guilty about the time I spent away from the boys. They often wanted me to stay home with them. There certainly were times I wanted to quit, but I knew I should set an example for them to follow through the rest of their lives.
In 2007, I graduated from the University of North Carolina. It took me over 21 years to get my college degree!
I am not special, just single-minded. It always struck me that when you’re looking at a big challenge from the outside it looks huge, but when you’re in the midst of it, it just seems normal. Everything you want won’t arrive in your life on one day. It’s a process. Remember: Little steps add up to big dreams.
1. Why did the author give up her education when she was young?(no more than 10 words)2. What prevented her going back to college full time?(no more than 10 words)
3. For what reason did the author insist on having a college education?(no more than 10 words)
4. The underlined word “occupied” in Paragraph 4 probably means ______.(no more than 5 words)
5. According to this passage, how would you deal with a challenge if you were faced with one?(no more than 10 words)
9 . At the age of 17 years 64 days, Mack Rutherford has become the youngest person to fly around the world alone! Mack’s journey around the world lasted five months and he flew across 52 countries in total. His record-breaking flight began in Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria, on 23 March, 2022. He was 16 years old when he took off and celebrated his 17th birthday by himself in his plane.
Mack faced many challenges during his adventure. Because of his small-sized aircraft, he had to land whenever the weather got too rough. However, at some points he literally couldn’t land, such as when flying non-stop for 10 hours over an ocean. At other points, he faced extremely hot weather, such as in Dubai. In Sudan, a country in Africa, Mack also faced sandstorms which made it hard for him to see where he was going. Mack battled strong winds and pouring rain during his flight, but he never stopped smiling, joking and updating his flowers on his social media account along the way, and managed to expertly pilot his plane to safety.
And if Mack’s surname “Rutherford” sounds familiar, it’s because his elder sister Zara also flew around the world earlier this year, and still holds the female version of the record! The Rutherford siblings (兄弟姐妹) were inspired by their parents to become pilots. “I have known for certain I wanted to fly since I was eleven,” Mack said, “My dad Sam is a professional ferry pilot, my mum Beatrice is a recreational (娱乐的) private pilot.”
Mack hopes to inspire young people to begin working towards their own goals, “No matter what background you have, I believe it is never too early to work towards your dreams and you shouldn’t limit yourself by others’ expectations.” With both feet firmly back on the ground now, it’s time for Mack to turn his attention towards catching up on his schoolwork!
1. What can we know about Mack’s flight?A.It began when he was 17 years 64 days old. |
B.It made him the youngest person to fly alone. |
C.It was a successful record-breaking attempt. |
D.It took off in the capital of his home country. |
A.Limitation of flight hours. |
B.Darkness and safety issues. |
C.Loneliness of flying alone. |
D.Bad weather and long distance. |
A.To be inspired by their parents. |
B.To encourage each other to dream big. |
C.To serve as examples for their siblings. |
D.To live up to their parents’ expectations. |
A.To encourage young people to become pilots. |
B.To inspire young people to fight for their dreams. |
C.To warn young people of the dangers of flying. |
D.To free young people of worries about school work. |
A.He will start a new journey to other place. |
B.He will help young people to dream big. |
C.He will work towards his another dream. |
D.He will focus on his schoolwork. |
10 . It was the middle of winter some 30 years ago. I was a young father with three little children counting on me. I worked in a sawmill (锯木厂).
As I got ready to go to work I wrapped band aids around my fingers and put more in my pockets. Cutting and piling up wood for eight hours a day had caused my fingers to split (裂开) and bleed at their tips in the cold, dry winter air.
That day at work was harder than normal. We were short-handed on workers. The machines kept breaking down. We had to rush to catch up as the wood piled up. On top of that, all the heaters in the building had stopped working and we could see our breath as we spent hours working there.
When the work day finally ended, I walked wearily toward the washroom, took off my work gloves, and checked my aching fingers. The splits were worse than ever and I had bled through the band - aids again. I felt so tired. I wondered how long I could keep doing this, if things would ever get any better, and why life was so hard.
After driving home, I tried to put a smile on my face as I opened the front door. But instead, one appeared naturally. My daughter ran up to me, yelled “Daddy!” and wrapped her little arms around my neck. I lifted her up and my heart filled with love. My tired body didn’t feel so tired anymore. My aches and pains disappeared into her hug, And the joy in my heart chased the sadness away. At that moment I kissed my little girl’s cheek and held her tight. I knew I could continue and that things would get better.
1. What was the author’s situation 30 years ago?A.He was young man teaching students. | B.He was a retired person owning a sawmill. |
C.He worked in a factory as an accountant. | D.He had a heavy burden of raising children. |
A.There were not enough workers. | B.Workers that day were not tall enough. |
C.All the heaters had stopped working. | D.The machines stopped working repeatedly. |
A.he was very tired | B.he felt very relieved |
C.he wore heavy clothes | D.he was walking up and down |
A.a face | B.a smile | C.the door | D.his daughter |
A.family can give us support | B.labor work is not that hard |
C.it is better to have just one kid | D.it is important for kids to study hard |