Last year around Halloween, I was invited to participate in a carnival for Tuesday’s Child, an organization that helps children with cancer. I was asked to attend because I’m on a television show; I went because I care. I don’t think that most of the kids recognized me as a celebrity. They just thought of me as a big kid who came to play with them for the day. I think I liked it better that way.
At the carnival they had all kinds of stands. I was drawn to one in particular because of all the children that had gathered there. At this stand, anyone who wanted to could paint a square. Later that square was going to be sewn together with the others, to make a quilt. The quilt would be presented to a man who had dedicated much of his life to this organization and would soon be retiring.
They gave everyone fabric paints in bright beautiful colors and asked the kids to paint something that would make the quilt beautiful. As I looked around at all the squares, I saw pink hearts and bright blue clouds, beautiful orange sunrises and green and purple flowers. The pictures were all bright, positive and uplifting. All except for one.
The boy sitting next to me was painting a heart, but it was dark, empty and lifeless. It lacked the bright brilliant colors that his fellow artists had used.
At first I thought maybe he took the only paint that was left and it just happened to be dark. But when I asked him about it, he said his heart was that color because not only was he very sick, but his mom was very sick. He said, “There is nothing anyone can do that will help.”
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P1: After hearing the boy’s story, I felt a deep sadness.
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P2: The boy looked at me with tears in his eyes, but there was also a glimmer of hope.
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2 . When I was growing up in Auckland, my relationship with clothing was all about utility (实用). Clothes needed to be
But it all began to
Over the remaining two years in London I began thinking about what I liked, what my
A.expensive | B.traditional | C.fashionable | D.comfortable |
A.care about | B.take off | C.put away | D.look for |
A.enjoy | B.allow | C.hate | D.accept |
A.rulers | B.mirrors | C.knives | D.scissors |
A.change | B.exist | C.appear | D.close |
A.knocked | B.beat | C.hit | D.shook |
A.wondering | B.arguing | C.bargaining | D.deciding |
A.numbers | B.options | C.prices | D.colors |
A.first | B.final | C.slow | D.easy |
A.funny | B.tiring | C.amusing | D.boring |
A.interest | B.weight | C.height | D.advantage |
A.hardly | B.just | C.rarely | D.even |
A.bought | B.found | C.sold | D.made |
A.guide | B.observe | C.remind | D.inform |
A.anger | B.sadness | C.patience | D.courage |
3 . It was a clear night. Finally came the big game and the boys were
Our team had a perfect start, and the scoring moment was repeatedly shown on a huge screen. However, looking out Andy’s way, I was shocked to see Andy looking straight up at the
“Come on, Andy.
Thank goodness, the big kid in the other team made a mistake. Our team had been
Andy ran up to me at the
Andy’s eyes were glowing (发光) with
“Yes, ” I said. “Well, one inning (局) to go. Hit a home run (全垒打)!”
“Okay!” said Andy, and he ran back to his
I suddenly realized it was nice that my son would take time out to appreciate the
Andy hit a triple (三垒打) in that last inning. But I still wish I had
A.nervous | B.scared | C.curious | D.ashamed |
A.undoubtedly | B.unexpectedly | C.unavoidably | D.unacceptably |
A.electric | B.friendly | C.casual | D.relaxing |
A.flee | B.hide | C.feed | D.strike |
A.audience | B.screen | C.sky | D.ball |
A.relying | B.focusing | C.commenting | D.reflecting |
A.Fall down | B.Calm down | C.Wake up | D.Stand up |
A.replaced | B.punished | C.warned | D.spared |
A.meeting | B.break | C.corner | D.entrance |
A.blame | B.comfort | C.entertain | D.tease |
A.anger | B.relief | C.delight | D.regret |
A.teammates | B.fans | C.parents | D.stars |
A.truth | B.kindness | C.routine | D.wonder |
A.difficult | B.likely | C.precious | D.important |
A.recorded | B.filmed | C.seen | D.followed |
4 . Back in the day when I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life, I was studying to become a firefighter. As a firefighter, you’re
One dark night I
I
Now I often think about this story, because to me it’s not just about helping someone out by
A.secretly | B.constantly | C.occasionally | D.unwillingly |
A.sped up | B.gave out | C.broke down | D.stopped off |
A.approached | B.recognized | C.directed | D.invited |
A.budget | B.change | C.charge | D.payment |
A.promised | B.expected | C.decided | D.preferred |
A.ashamed | B.scared | C.sick | D.certain |
A.protested | B.begged | C.ordered | D.insisted |
A.table | B.window | C.counter | D.house |
A.chance | B.priority | C.will | D.right |
A.admitted | B.responded | C.agreed | D.understood |
A.frightened | B.relieved | C.curious | D.grateful |
A.assist | B.force | C.teach | D.encourage |
A.hesitated over | B.concentrated on | C.ended up | D.thought of |
A.feeding | B.pitying | C.moving | D.accompanying |
A.status | B.dignity | C.happiness | D.pride |
Ten miles away stood a house with shiny red walls, a green garden and an apple tree. A young girl’s face would be seen reflecting from one of the large glassy windows. Her name is Maggie. Her eyes were sparkling and on her face there was a smile which could light a million candles. She seemed to be longing for a chance to play like a young child, but she had no strength in her legs because she and her family met with an accident, in which she lost both her legs.
But her spirit was strong. She would be inspired by seeing birds fly. The flying eagle would make her want to fly. She was lonely. She longed for a true friend who would talk to her and teach her to fly or at least tell her stories about soaring into the blue sky.
One evening, Maggie slowly rolled her wheelchair to the giant window and looked out to the many houses that lay across the road. Suddenly she heard someone singing and then could see an old man in a pilot suit singing in glory. The beautiful sound and the melody made the little girl happy. Suddenly he stopped and gazed up toward her. “What are you staring at?” he said angrily. “You think I’m a circus clown? (马戏团小丑)” “No, Sir. I was just listening to you. You sing very well,” she said. “I don’t need your praises. I don’t need anyone!” he shouted. He started to walk to his house and shut the door. Tears rolled down from her apple-red cheeks as the man shouted at her. She was lonely.
Next morning, Maggie pushed her wheelchair across the garden to the stone road as little children played hide-and-seek around her. Suddenly out of nowhere a loading truck came rumbling across toward her. Terrified, she tried to move away from its path but the wheels of her chair were stuck. “Oh my,” she thought as the truck came in her direction fast, with the driver unaware of the obstruction in front of him. She screamed loudly but in a split second she was pulled out of her wheelchair by someone and fell on the ground. She closed her eyes and shivered as the truck passed her whistling. As she opened her eyes, she could see a man standing beside her.
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She gazed up to him and immediately recognized him as the man she saw singing last night.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________6 . I was the only kid in college with a reason to go to the mail box, because my mother never believed in email, or cell phones in general. I was literally waiting to get a letter to see how the weekend had gone, which was usually the warmest comfort for me.
So when I moved to New York and got sucker-punched in the face by depression, I did the only thing I could think of — writing letters like my mother for strangers. I blogged about those letters and crazily promised I would write a hand-written letter to whoever asked me to.
Overnight, my inbox became this harbor of heartbreak-a single mother in Sacramento, a girl being bullied (恐吓) in rural Kansas. . , all asking me to write them a letter and give them a reason to wait by the mailbox. And this is how the act The World Needs More Love Letters was born, fueled by those trips to the mailbox. But the thing about these letters is that most of them have been written by people, who have grown up into a paperless world where some best conversations happen swiftly on a screen.
I’ve been carrying this mail crate (大木箱) with me these days, which is a magical icebreaker. So I get to tell total strangers about a woman whose husband was traumatized (受精神创伤) from war in Afghanistan, and how she left love letters throughout the house as a way to say, “Come back to me. ” And the man, who had decided to take his life, tonight slept safely with letters just beneath his pillow, handwritten by strangers who were there for him.
These are the kinds of stories that convince me that letter-writing will always be needed, even in these days, because it is an art now, all of it: the signing, the scripting, and the mailing.
1. What can we learn from the first paragraph?A.The author didn’t believe in e-mail. |
B.Mom had been cheated by letters from strangers. |
C.Communicating by writing letters was Mom’s favorite. |
D.The author was attached to receiving letters from Mom. |
A.The letters’ comforting effect on people. | B.Her intention of providing professional aid. |
C.The positive influence of modern technology. | D.Her mother’s fear of modern communication. |
A.It melts ice easily on a cold day. | B.It serves as a tool for magic tricks. |
C.It encourages people to recover from traumas. | D.It helps to start a conversation with passers-by. |
A.Passion for Writing. | B.Priceless Family Letters. |
C.Love Letters to Strangers. | D.The Art of Writing Letters. |
One bright Saturday morning, Mali and her mom walked around the neighbourhood. That is, her mom walked, but Mali ran, skipped, jumped over puddles and visited the neighbours’ dogs. Mali paused to look at the budding (发芽) trees on her block. “I can’t wait until summer,” she said, “especially for Mrs. Fair’s great tomatoes at her market stand.” She pointed.
Mali’s mom stood looking at the empty lot where the market was set up every summer weekend. She looked at Mali, “Honey, Mrs. Fair told me last week that she had to close her stand. She’s really getting too old to run it anymore.”
Mali turned, stared, and put her hands on her waist. “But Mrs. Fair’s stand can’t close!” she said. “It’s the only place in the neighbourhood we can buy fresh, delicious tomatoes.” Then she added, to show she wasn’t being selfish, “Everyone needs fruits and vegetables for a healthy diet.”
After they got home, Mali headed out to her backyard swing to think. “If only I could plant a garden,” she thought. “but our yard is way too small.” Just then, she noticed her neighbour, Mr. Taylor, looking at his daffodils. Mali knew he was thinking about how he had planted those flowers with his wife. This was the first spring since his wife had died, and Mali saw the sadness on his face. Then she had an idea.
Mali cleared her throat, and Mr. Taylor looked up. Mali decided to walk over to the fence. “Hi, Mr. Taylor,” she said. He waved, and turned away. “Wait!” Mali cried. Taking a risk while she still felt brave, she rushed to gather her thoughts. “Mr. Taylor, Mrs. Fair isn’t doing her tomato stand anymore because she’s getting old. So I’d like to grow tomatoes. I don’t want to get in the way of your flowers, but I really want tomatoes.”
Suddenly, Mr. Taylor smiled. “Mali, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but you’ve made me smile. Reasons to smile have been scarce lately. What do you want to do?” Mali repeated, “I wanted to plant tomatoes, but I have no big land.” She sounded a little awkward.
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Just then, an idea came to Mr. Taylor.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Michael saw the trouble coming. There standing in the hallway was Frank, the boy who enjoyed making fun of anyone at any given moment. Frank was tall and strong, so few of his victims stood up to him. Michael hated the idea that Frank always got away with his wrongdoing. Yet like most kids who were picked on, he just took it quietly and waited for the unpleasant to pass.
Frank walked up, his eyes locked on the books in Michael’s arms. When they met, Frank stopped unexpectedly, “Hey, let me see those books!” Some students watched as Michael held out the books he was carrying, trying not to give away his nervousness.
Frank took a book, looked inside for a second, and then threw the book at Michael, who dropped all the other books. “Hey, those are school property,” Frank barked, “Be careful!” Then he walked away, laughing loudly.
Michael, his cheeks turning red, half kicked the fallen books. Suddenly a hand picked up one book. “You look like you could use a p ally (盟友),” a friendly voice said. It was Ramon, the most athletic boy in the high school. Michael couldn’t believe Ramon was stopping to help him as they barely spoke.
“Thanks,” Michael sighed with relief. “It’s confusing. I don’t know what his problems is.”
“Well, as I see it,” Ramon said, “you need to find a way to end this.” Michael nodded, stuck for what to say. Ramon continued, “You know my grandmother used to tell me whenever I had a problem with someone. She’d say, ‘You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar (醋).’”
Looking puzzled, Michael asked, “What does that mean?”
“It means kindness may be more effective than anger,” Ramon explained.
“Can you just tell Frank to stop picking on me?” Michael suggested.
“That’s vinegar,” Ramon laughed as he walked away. “Try honey instead.”
Ramon’s words left Michael thinking.
The next school day brought Michael’s usual pain. There stood Frank, and Michael knew it would be just seconds before he had to face him in the middle of the hall. Frank came nearer.
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Then, suddenly, the unexpected happened.
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She could do anything, I
Now, she faced her illness with the same
Every accomplishment was a
Because my mother accepted her condition with such optimism, I rarely felt sad or resentful about it. Instead, I viewed her drive to look forward to things I
A.gentle | B.energetic | C.talented | D.decent |
A.changed | B.failed | C.improved | D.paused |
A.imagined | B.admitted | C.doubted | D.believed |
A.applied | B.spoke | C.wrote | D.studied |
A.success | B.sincerity | C.enthusiasm | D.wisdom |
A.familiar | B.strange | C.exciting | D.changeable |
A.Gradually | B.Particularly | C.Alternatively | D.Finally |
A.drag | B.pull | C.guide | D.wheel |
A.art | B.significance | C.safety | D.plan |
A.solution | B.milestone | C.dream | D.warning |
A.hospital | B.court | C.work | D.college |
A.saying | B.hiding | C.pretending | D.showing |
A.gifts | B.disabilities | C.weaknesses | D.privileges |
A.strong | B.hopeless | C.helpful | D.fortunate |
A.took into account | B.bore in mind | C.took for granted | D.kept in check |
When Marco was a boy, he tried everything to get his father’s love and attention. He worked hard to earn exceptional marks and always tried to behave well. But he was so sensitive and shy that he always hid behind his hair, which he wore long around his face. To make it worse, Marco was naturally shorter than the other kids. This added to his already low self-confidence.
At 14, he and his younger sister Sandra moved in with their dad and his new wife. His father was busy and their communication was nonexistent. The only time his dad ever spoke to him was to be demanding or critical. He began to fear coming home from school every day, feeling desperately alone and isolated.
One day his father, tripped over Marco’s bike in the garage. The angry reaction left Marco in despair, thus crying out, “That’s it! I’m going to kill myself.”
“You don’t even have the guts!” replied his father.
For two days, all Marco could think of was wanting to die, but he didn’t want to prove his father was right. Angry and sad, Marco was stuck.
Two days later, his aunt called him. This seemed like a miracle. Aunt Ginette usually only called on his birthday. She said she had just seen some young teenagers participate in a public speaking contest and she thought about him. She told him she firmly believed he could perform on stage like those kids, since she had seen him do skits (幽默短剧) for the family at Christmas.
Marco was shocked. Him? In a public speaking contest, which was contrary to his shy personality? But Aunt Ginette was sure it was something he could do. Feeling her strong belief, Marco agreed.
All that winter, twice a week after dinner, he took three different buses in each direction for the three-hour round-trip to practice in the place where the competition would take place. Marco was taken by a feeling he never felt before. The hours and the obstacles no longer counted. The criticism from his father around his absence for after-dinner chores didn’t matter.
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Four months later, the big night arrived.
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