1 . The day I met Hani Irmawati, she was a shy, 17-year-old girl standing alone in the parking lot of the international school in Indonesia, where I teach English. She asked if I could help her improve her English. I could
“I want to go to a US university,” she said with confidence. I was surprised.
I agreed to work with her
When I met Hani’s family at their
One day I received the announcement of a(n)
“Will you send in my name?” she asked.
I couldn’t
Three weeks later, just before Hani went to Jakarta to take the Test of English Fluency, she received a letter from the scholarship association. She had been
I leaped around the room, overjoyed and shocked. Hani stood by, smiling. I realized that it was I who had learned something Hani had known from the beginning: It is not intelligence alone that brings success, but also the
A.believe | B.tell | C.spot | D.expect |
A.convince | B.excuse | C.turn | D.approach |
A.as | B.in | C.on | D.by |
A.ride | B.break | C.stay | D.class |
A.accent | B.assignment | C.guideline | D.journal |
A.excited | B.bored | C.exhausted | D.confused |
A.humble | B.comfortable | C.ugly | D.untidy |
A.decreasing | B.increasing | C.showing | D.fading |
A.promotion | B.growth | C.scholarship | D.investment |
A.fair | B.solid | C.slim | D.real |
A.genuine | B.subjective | C.practical | D.determined |
A.put | B.take | C.break | D.turn |
A.concern | B.praise | C.criticism | D.analysis |
A.impressed | B.rejected | C.confirmed | D.accepted |
A.drive | B.wisdom | C.pressure | D.secret |
2 . 阅读下面材料,根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段,使之构成一篇完整的短文。
I looked up from my desk to see the teacher writing on the board: “Battle of the Books!” She smiled and said, “This time it’s a teamwork. You’re going to be in teams of two, and set a reading goal. Every team that meets their goal by the end of the month will get a prize!” The lunch bell sounded before she could explain any more rules.
As I gathered my things, Liya passed my desk and said, “Teammates?” Since Liya and I shared the same interest in graphic novel(漫画小说), and we took Hindi language class together, we teamed up automatically. I was both relieved and excited to have my team. Then we got to the cafeteria and quickly threw out a bunch of ideas of what to do at our table.
I looked to our third friend Kash, with whom the three of us always do stuff together, “Kash, do you have ideas for us?” “Why would I give you guys ideas?” he said gloomily(阴沉地). “I’ll save that for my team...whoever that is. Now I see how I rank in the friendship lineup.” Kash replied in an angry tone.
I knew he was mad for a reason. If I were him, not only would I think that I ranked last in that group, but I’d also be panicking about what team I could join. But now, I was on the inside and Kash wasn’t. I felt like the only way to fix this would be three people on a team. So, as the teacher walked by our table, I asked for her permission. What surprised me was that she had intended to draw names to assign random groups, but didn’t get a chance to say it before lunch.
Awkward and frustrated, we were stuck in this dilemma. Having first teamed up without Kash didn’t mean we didn’t like him. I knew we—especially I—wouldn’t be able to enjoy any prize if our friend felt bad about being left out. So, I decided to do something to make it up for him and convince Kash he was an equal friend.
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That night, I was struck by an idea as I read a graphic novel that all three of us liked.
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The next day, I handed my pages of apology to Kash.
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3 . I was driving on the freeway when I saw the sign. It
Suddenly, I
A Russian man came up to my window and said hello. Before I could say too much, he and his three sons were already
It was past midnight and they easily could have decided that AAA would
At first, I was a little
After nearly 45 minutes of hard work when my car was finally free, they didn’t even
A.warned | B.encouraged | C.promised | D.taught |
A.slow | B.average | C.normal | D.top |
A.missed out | B.came upon | C.looked for | D.pulled off |
A.removing | B.burning | C.destroying | D.breaking |
A.properly | B.casually | C.creatively | D.comfortably |
A.proposing | B.continuing | C.starting | D.claiming |
A.urged | B.joined | C.stopped | D.left |
A.handle | B.improve | C.revise | D.clarify |
A.preparations | B.appeals | C.impressions | D.attempts |
A.typical | B.unique | C.different | D.difficult |
A.approached | B.forgiven | C.protected | D.freed |
A.concerned | B.cautious | C.awkward | D.confused |
A.analysis | B.dynamic | C.definition | D.truth |
A.play | B.walk | C.stick | D.glance |
A.moved | B.recovered | C.dashed | D.slid |
4 . Emest Owusu was 13 in 1980 when he was given the opportunity to appear in the audience of a BBC show, and ask Thatcher how she felt about being called the Iron Lady. This encounter re-emerged in a BBC’s programme recently.
At the time of their meeting, Owusu was on free school meals, living on a public estate in Brixton, south London, where he and his sister were being raised by their mother Rose, a struggling hairdresser.
Now 57, Owusu looks remarkably similar even with a greying beard. But his life has been transformed. The father of three is a human resources director, and the first black captain of the Addington golf club in its 110-year history. As a black guy, it is about breaking the glass ceiling.
Speaking in its clubhouse, Owusu describes his rise in social status (地位) as a “Thatcherite Journey”. And he says it began by asking the woman herself. “To this day it still has an impact. My confidence changed from that sliding-door moment. Something about her connected with me.”
Thatcher told Owusu she enjoyed being called the Iron Lady. “I think it’s rather a praise, don’t you?” she said, “Because so often people have said to me if you’re in your job you’ve got to be soft and warm and human, but you’ve got to have a touch of steel.” Owusu recalls the moment, “I just remember her eye contact. She was answering me, not the camera. She welcomed the question saying you’ve got to be firm in this world. And that stuck with me.”
After the show was broadcast, Owusu said he became “a little hero in Brixton for a good three months”. Owusu added, “It all gave me extra confidence. Doors might not have opened so quickly. It was one of those key moments to make you do things maybe you wouldn’t otherwise have done.”
1. What do we know about Owusu when he was 13?A.He met with Thatcher twice. |
B.He joined a famous golf club. |
C.He hosted a BBC’s programme. |
D.He lived at the bottom of society. |
A.Turning point. | B.Important decision. |
C.Social status. | D.Remarkable achievement. |
A.Others’ treating him equally at work. |
B.Others’ voting him a hero in Brixton. |
C.Thatcher’s efforts to preserve his dignity. |
D.Thatcher’s faith in the necessity of toughness. |
A.The Art of Dialogue | B.The Power of Confidence |
C.A Life-changing Meeting | D.A Status-improving Tale |
5 . I’m obsessed (迷恋) with music. As a teenager, I couldn’t leave the house without my
But one day last year something changed. I became aware of a faint tapping sound in my left ear. It wasn’t loud enough to be
I was then sent to see specialists. They said it was the mitochondrial disease that caused the
I was given hearing aids, but they didn’t work. I’ve signed up for a lip-reading course and am
Other deaf people have warned of feeling isolated (孤立) and I’m determined not to make that my
I’ve always preferred to
A.assignments | B.headphones | C.schoolbags | D.uniforms |
A.textbooks | B.toys | C.records | D.flowers |
A.annoying | B.impressive | C.pleasant | D.heartbreaking |
A.strike | B.clean | C.see | D.hear |
A.pain | B.deafness | C.awareness | D.anxiety |
A.technically | B.gradually | C.similarly | D.confidently |
A.teaching | B.speaking | C.promoting | D.learning |
A.great | B.curious | C.excited | D.awkward |
A.withdraw from | B.leave behind | C.break off | D.adapt to |
A.job | B.hobby | C.life | D.aim |
A.reward | B.anxiety | C.criticism | D.pleasure |
A.because | B.if | C.until | D.when |
A.plan | B.contact | C.depart | D.write |
A.memory | B.appetite | C.hearing | D.sight |
A.promising | B.unbelievable | C.predictable | D.uncertain |
6 . 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. |
7 . We were standing at the top of a church tower. I saw twisting streets leading to the square. “See, my dear,” Father said gently. “There is more than one way to the square.”
Father’s words always guided me. Dreaming of becoming a fashion designer, I came to Paris, but without luck. Then one day I met a friend wearing a beautiful sweater. “What an interesting stitch!” I cried. “It was done by Mrs. Vidian,” my friend explained. “She learned the stitch in Armenia, her native country.” Suddenly I had a daring idea. Why not design, make and sell my own clothes?
I drew a butterfly pattern and asked Mrs. Vidian to knit it into a sweater. It proved a success. A New York store wanted 40 sweaters to be ready in two weeks. I accepted the order. My happiness disappeared, however, when Mrs. Vidian told me it took her almost a week to knit one sweater.
I was crushed. Then I remembered father’s words. There must be other Armenian women in Paris who mastered the special stitch. Then I searched for any Armenians living in Paris. At last I tracked down several. Two weeks later, the first shipment was on its way to the United States!
From that day on orders poured in. Then came another test. As I was busy getting ready to show my winter fashions, the sewing girls were called out on strike. Where was the way out this time? I wondered and worried. Then it dawned on me.
I worked hurriedly. And right on time, my show took place. Some coats had no sleeves; some were only patterns made of heavy cotton cloth, but on these I attached material to show what colors and textures the clothes would have when they were finished. What a show! Once again father’s words helped me.
1. What problem did the writer face after accepting the order?A.It was impossible for Vidian to meet the deadline. | B.The sewing girls were called out on strike. |
C.She found it hard to track Armenians living in Paris. | D.There was a shortage of suitable cloth. |
A.Raw materials. | B.More orders. | C.The forty sweaters. | D.The special stitch. |
A.She put off the show. | B.She showed the clothes unfinished. |
C.She employed more sewing girls. | D.She completed the clothes in a hurry. |
A.Practice makes perfect. | B.Like father, like son. |
C.Easier said than done. | D.All roads lead to Rome. |
8 . Once upon a time, my father and I got lost in a forest in France. I must have been about twelve or thirteen. Anyway, it was before the time when most people
And he was right.
A.owned | B.borrowed | C.invented | D.promoted |
A.revealed | B.realized | C.told | D.faced |
A.all | B.if | C.yet | D.so |
A.complain | B.erupt | C.regret | D.panic |
A.terror | B.anger | C.disappointment | D.loss |
A.decide | B.announce | C.imagine | D.clarify |
A.simple | B.short | C.straight | D.similar |
A.Regularly | B.Eventually | C.Surprisingly | D.Generally |
A.chose | B.missed | C.followed | D.reached |
A.set off | B.passed | C.called at | D.lived |
A.lost | B.sensitive | C.angry | D.stuck |
A.term | B.race | C.performance | D.breakdown |
A.excitement | B.surprise | C.fear | D.interest |
A.way | B.cycle | C.direction | D.distance |
A.ambition | B.determination | C.inspiration | D.cooperation |
On a mid-September afternoon, Sista and Rafi were racing each other on the mountainside. The girls laughed wildly and stopped for a rest in the shade of a tree.
“Now, I’m hungry,” Sista said. “Yeah. I could really go for a jobo. I love the sweet-and-sour taste!” Rafi said, licking her lips. “I know where there’s a great jobo tree,” Sista said. “It belongs to that lady who lives in the little house by the hill. I heard she’s severe, but sometimes she gives fruit in return for an errand (差事).” They decided to give it a shot.
Raf’s heart pounded as Sista knocked on the door. An elderly woman answered. “Yes?” the lady asked, squinting (眯着眼看) at the girls. Rafi gasped, unable to speak. “We heard ...” said Sista, her voice shaky, “that you give jobos in payment for running an errand.” The lady raised one eyebrow. “Ah, yes. Payment.” She clicked her tongue. “Nothing is free, eh?”
The lady led the girls into kitchen, where the smell of warm bread filled the air. She grabbed two baskets, one large and one small, “Go fill these with jobos. Come right back.”
The girls raced up the hill to the tree and picked the ripest jobos. The moment they returned to the house, the lady handed them a bag filled with warm bread. “Take this bag and the large basket of jobos to the Gomez family. Do you know them?” The girls nodded. “Good. And ask them for the payment. Mrs. Gomez will place it in a large envelope,” the lady added, warning that if they returned without the envelope of payment, they wouldn’t get the jobos.
Wrestling with the heavy bag and basket along the way, the girls finally arrived at the Gomez home, sweating. Mrs. Gomez answered the door. Walking inside, Rafi saw colorful drawings lying everywhere. The three little Gomez kids were still busy with more pictures, pure smiles on their cute faces. “This is from the lady with the jobo tree,” Sista held up the food. Mrs. Gomez cried, “Thank you. My husband is still sick in bed. Times are hard.”
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“But she said to ask you for the payment too,” Rafi said with her eyes dropped.
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Back at the farmhouse, the girls handed the lady the large sealed envelope.
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10 . I’ve been in an 18-year love-hate relationship with a black walnut tree.
It’s a unique tree. In late September or early October, falling fruits as hard as baseballs threaten the skulls (头骨) of you, your children, your neighbors and those that reside next door to them. Umbrellas in the yard are a must while dining in early August, and as for me, I wear my bike helmet while working in the garden.
The black walnut also releases a chemical substance through its roots as a competitive strategy. It’s poisonous to several common plants. There have been many new plant varieties that I brought home with hopes that maybe the black walnut would accept them, but they failed to flourish.
What does work are native plants that naturally grow in the area. Native plants are important to have around since they provide beneficial pollinators (传粉者) like birds, bees and butterflies with seeds and contribute to a healthy and biodiverse environment. Native plants for this area are generally easy to grow, so they experience less stress.
Have I thought of getting rid of this giant pain in my tiny backyard? Yes, however, getting rid of this tree standing at 50 feet with an 87-inch trunk is next to impossible. It’s also protected under the law. Rightfully so. Trees are important to the urban forest and for all of those that inhabit it.
Sometimes I think about my life without the black walnut. I can’t imagine a spring without the birds who arrive every year and loudly sing their songs before dawn. I’d miss falling asleep on lazy weekend afternoons as I look up into its leaves.
Every spring, I wonder what the season holds: What are the chances of being knocked unconscious while barbecuing? Like any good relationship, I’ll never be pleased. I’m stuck with this tree, so I’ll listen to its needs and give it the space it requires. In return, my walnut offers a habitat for wildlife and a reminder.
1. Why does the author wear a bike helmet while working in the garden?A.To protect the injured skull. | B.To prevent herself from sunburn. |
C.To avoid being hit by the nuts. | D.To reduce the chance of getting bitten by bees. |
A.It attracts beneficial pollinators. |
B.It lets out poison to drive away pests. |
C.It produces a chemical fatal to some plants. |
D.It competes for nutrition with similar species. |
A.The volume of its fruits may bring inconvenience. |
B.The tree outcompetes the native plants in the garden. |
C.The tree is home to numerous birds and other creatures. |
D.The presence of the tree takes up much space of the garden. |
A.it’s better to give than to take |
B.trees and plants have their own ways to flourish |
C.even a good relationship is not always trouble-free |
D.acceptance, instead of resistance, is the better way to be |