Yet I did nothing for the attack. It was so unpredictable and from somewhere totally unexpected. I was surprised as well as unhurt though I had been struck four or five times. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing. And I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!
Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. My attacker rushed me again. He charged towards me at full speed, attempting to hurt me but in vain. For a second time, I took a step backwards while my attacker paused. I wasn't sure what to do. After all, it’s just not everyday that one is attacked by a butterfly. I stepped back to look the situation over. My attacker moved back to land on the ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier. He had a mate and she was dying.
Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate. He had taken it up on himself to attack me for his mate’s sake, even though she was clearly dying and I was so large. He did so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life. Should I have been careless enough to step on her? His courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate’s safety seemed admirable. I couldn’t do anything other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the pool. He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed.
Since then, I’ve used that butterfly’s courage as an inspiration and to remind myself that good things are worth fighting for.
1. The writer changed his direction while walking down a path because he wanted_______.
A.to get close to a butterfly |
B.to escape a sudden attack |
C.to look over the bad situation |
D.to avoid getting his shoes dirty |
A.struck the author four or five times and made him badly hurt |
B.paused until the author took a step backwards |
C.thought it was the author who caused the death of his mate |
D.attacked the author for his mate’s safety and to accompany her for the last moments of life |
A.butterflies are brave insects |
B.the small can defeat the large |
C.how to deal with challenges in his life |
D.people should try their best to fight for everything |
A.caring | B.ambitious | C.courageous | D.aggressive |
As a writer, I know about winning contests – and about losing them. I know what it is like to work hard on a story only to receive a rejection letter from the publisher. I also know the pressure of trying to live up to a reputation created by previous victories. What if she doesn’t win the contest again? That’s the strange thing about being a parent. So many of our own past scars and destroyed hopes can resurface in our children.
A revelation (启示) came last week when I asked her, “Don’t you want to win again?” “No,” she replied, “I just want to tell the story of an angel going to first grade.”
I had just spent weeks correcting her stories as she spontaneously (自发地) told them. Telling myself that I was merely an experienced writer guiding the young writer across the hall, I offered suggestions for characters, conflicts and endings for her tales. The story about a fearful angel starting first grade was quickly “guided” by me into the tale of a little girl with a wild imagination taking her first music lesson. I had turned her contest into my contest without even realizing it.
Staying back and giving kids space to grow is not as easy as it looks. Because I know very little about farm animals who use tools or angels who go to first grade, I had to accept the fact that I was co-opting my daughter’s experience.
While stepping back was difficult for me, it was certainly a good first step that I will quickly follow with more steps, putting myself far enough away to give her room but close enough to help if asked. All the while I will be reminding myself that children need room to experiment, grow and find their own voices.
1. What do we learn from the first paragraph?
A.A lot of amusements compete for children’s time nowadays. |
B.Children have lots of fun doing mindless activities. |
C.Rebecca is much too busy to enjoy her leisure time. |
D.Rebecca draws on a lot of online materials for her writing. |
A.She was constantly under pressure to write more. |
B.Most of her stories had been rejected by publishers. |
C.She did not quite live up to her reputation as a writer. |
D.Her road to success was full of pain and frustrations. |
A.She believed she possessed real talent for writing. |
B.She was sure of winning with her mother’s help. |
C.She wanted to share her stories with readers. |
D.She had won a prize in the previous contest. |
A.trying not to let her daughter enjoy her own life |
B.trying to get her daughter to do the thing as the author wished |
C.making sure that her daughter would win the contest |
D.helping her daughter develop real skills for writing |
The idea had come to me as I listened to a talk on my car radio. The speaker was quoting a Biblical passage about husbands and their wives. Then he went on to say, “Love is an act of will. A person can choose to love.” To myself, I had to admit that I had been a selfish husband. Well, for two weeks that would change.
And it did. On arriving at the beach cottage, I kissed Evelyn meeting me at the door and said, “That new yellow sweater looks great on you.” “Oh, Tom, you noticed”, she said, surprised and pleased. Maybe a little puzzled. After the long drive, I wanted to sit and read. Evelyn suggested a walk on the beach. I started to refuse, but then I thought, “Evelyn’s been alone here with the kids all week and now she wants to be alone with me.” We walked on the beach while the children flew their kites.
So it went. Two weeks of not calling the Wall Street firm where I am a director; a visit to the shell museum though I usually hate museums. Relaxed and happy, that’s how the whole vacation passed. I made a new promise to keep on remembering to choose love.
There was one thing that went wrong with my experiment, however. Evelyn and I still laugh about it today. On the last night at our cottage, preparing for bed, Evelyn stared at me with the saddest expression.
“What’s the matter?” I asked her.
“Tom,” she said in a voice filled with distress, “I don’t?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…that checkup I had several weeks ago…our doctor…did he tell you something about me? Tom, you’ve been so good to me…am I dying?”
It took a moment for it all to be understood. Then I burst out laughing.
“No, honey,” I said, wrapping her in my arms. “You’re not dying; I’m just starting to live.”
1. From the story we may infer that Tom drove to the beach cottage ______.A.with his family | B.with Evelyn | C.alone | D.with his children |
A.he was determined to be a good husband |
B.he had made a lot of money in his Wall Street firm |
C.she looked lovely in her new clothes |
D.the doctor said his wife was seriously ill |
A.He praised her sweater, which puzzled her. |
B.She insisted on visiting a museum, which he hated. |
C.He knew something about her illness but didn’t tell her. |
D.He was so good to her that she thought she must be dying. |
Over the next few days,there were other prisoners responding to the cat.Every yard period,a group of prisoners gathered there.They stood around talking and taking turns petting the cat.These were guys you wouldn’t usually find talking to each other.Several times I saw an officer in the group,not chasing people away, but just watching and seeming to enjoy along with the prisoners.Bowls of milk and water appeared along with bread, wisely placed under the edge of the dustbin to keep the birds from getting it.
The cat was obviously homeless and in pretty bad shape.People said that the cat came to the right place.He's getting treated like a king.This was true.but as 1 watched 1 was also thinking about what the cat was doing for us.There was a lot of talk about what's wrong with prisons in America.We need more programs.We need more psychologists or treatment of various kinds.Some may even talk about making prisons more kind.But I think what we really need is a chance to practise our own kindness.Not receive it,but give it.After more than two decades here,I know kindness is not a value that's encouraged.It's often seen as a weakness.
Instead,the culture encourages keeping your head down,minding your own business,and never letting yourself be weak.
The cat did my heart good to see the effect he had on me and the men here.By simply saying,”I need some help here”,he did something important for us.He needed us.And we needed to be needed.I believe we all do.
1. From the passage,we can learn that the author was .
A.an animal protector | B.the cat owner |
C.a prison officer | D.a prisoner |
A.The cat was dirty because it was kept in prison. |
B.The officer in the prison enjoyed petting the cat. |
C.The prisoners prepared food for both the cat and birds. |
D.The author realized the importance of practising kindness. |
A.showing love to others can make prisoners strong |
B.the American prison culture will be improved |
C.the author is not content with the prison culture |
D.caring for others is encouraged in American prisons |
A.Caring Makes Us Human. | B.Prison Culture is Important. |
C.Animals Need Care. | D.Everyone Needs to be Cared for. |
Keeping watch, a few steps from the road with her skirt over the pedestal (基座), is Goldie Belle Taylor, her face weathered but otherwise in good condition. On this day, she is holding a bunch of pink rises because Goldie Belle always holds flowers. Someone makes sure of that.
“And she has had fresh flowers in her hands for the last 150 years.” Karen Biery lives in Damascus, about five miles west of Hope Cemetery. She’s written a book based on the legend of Goldie Belle Taylor titled Believe. In 1886, at the age of two, young Goldie Belle used her hands to sop up (抹去) the left over elderberry juice from her father’s iron kettle. She died not long after from poisoning. She was the love of her dad’s life, and he was so upset that he sold the family farm to buy the Italian made statue, which today marks her grave.
At first, it was her father who brought the flowers and laid them in her hands. When he died in 1896, the flowers kept coming. Her flowers are different per season. Why do the flowers keep miraculously appearing? People have tried to find out by having camped by the statue, but not even the groundskeepers have been able to catch the criminal.
It’s said that a fairy arrives at Hope Cemetery looking for the grave of her birth mother. She comes across Goldie Belle’s statue.
1. The underlined word “that” in paragraph 2 probably refers to________.
A.her face in good condition |
B.her bunch of pink roses |
C.Goldie Belle Taylor is holding pink roses |
D.Goldie Belle Taylor always holds flowers |
A.her father was poisonous | B.the iron kettle was poisonous |
C.elderberry juice was poisonous | D.it was her father that hated her |
A.usually change | B.were stolen |
C.are no longer fresh | D.come from a criminal |
A.A fairy brings the flowers. | B.The mystery of Goldie’s flowers. |
C.What happens to the girl? | D.How do the flowers get there? |
We cautiously began a conversation and spoke about a wide rang of things. We never introduced ourselves. I was concerned that he might have no money and not be able to afford something to eat. So as I rose to go back to the counter and buy a second cup of coffee, I asked,
“My I get you something ?”
“A coffee would be nice.”
Then I bought him a cup of coffee, We talked more , and he accepted another cup of coffee, Finally, I rose to leave, wished him well, and headed for the exit. At the door I met one of my friends. He asked,
“How did you get to know Mr. Galbreath?”
“Who?”
“The man you were sitting with. He is chairman of the Board of Churchill Downs.”
I could hardly believe it. I was buying, offering a free breakfast, and feeling pity for one of the world’s richest and most powerful men!
My few minutes with Mr. Galbreath changed my life. Now I try to treat everyone with respect, no matter who I think they are, and to meet another human being with kindness and sincerity.
1. What does the underlined word “disheveled” mean?
A.Unfriendly. | B.Untidy. | C.Gentle. | D.Kind. |
A.he thought the old man was poor | B.he wanted to start a conversation |
C.he intended to show his politeness | D.he would like to thank the old man |
A.Proud. | B.Pitiful. | C.Surprised. | D.Regretful |
A.We should learn to be generous. | B.It is honorable to help those in need. |
C.People in high positions are not like what we expect. | D.We should avoid judging people by their appearances. |
“Of course, we’ll still be friends when we’re eighty – two.” Jenna announced loudly.
The next year, in fourth grade, we met Jamie. The three of us soon became close friends. We played together almost every day. I thought even time couldn’t pull us apart, but I was sadly mistaken.
The three of us started fighting a lot. Before Christmas, we had a really big fight, and Jamie and Jenna were against me, both saying
I was surprised when Jenna came to my house and gave me an awesome Christmas card she had made for me. I was so sure that she was still disappointed with me.
“Wow, ” I said. breaking the silence as we stood on either side of my front door. “Thanks.”
“Okay…well…I have to go,” she said softly.
“Okay. See you late then…” and I closed the door.
“Who was that at the door?” my mum asked.
The card stared off with “Merry Christmas”, but then it said, “I am so glad we’re friends. I am sorry about what I said when we were fighting. A fight won’t stop us from being friends. Besides, we said we were going to be friends even when we’re eight – two.”
I stopped reading and started laughing. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten what she said that day in her back yard. I couldn’t believe I had been so selfish in trying to get even and making my friends feel sorry for me that I had forgotten about real friendship.
1. How would the author and Jenna get along with each other after Christmas?
A.They would be close friends again. |
B.They would not speak to each other. |
C.They would lose touch with each other. |
D.They would go on fighting with each other. |
A.I looked like a boss | B.I acted as boss |
C.I was fond of giving orders | D.I was fond of fighting |
a. Jamie became our friend.
b. I felt lonely and unhappy.
c. Jenna, Jamie and I fought a lot.
d. Jenna brought me a Christmas card.
e. I was sorry for what I did to her.
f. Jenna and I promised to be lifelong friends.
A.f – a – b – c – e – d | B.a – c – f – b – d – e |
C.a – b – c – f – e – d | D.f – a – c – b – d – e |
A.what Jenna wrote was funny |
B.Jenna would be her friend again |
C.she was happy about the coming Christmas |
D.she was happy to receive a Christmas cad |
8 . When I was 16 years old, a boy gave me an important gift.
Every time I listened to other students talking and laughing, I felt my heart break. I couldn’t talk about anyone with my problems. And I didn’t want my parents to worry about me.[
Then one day, my classmates talked happily with their friends, but I sat at my desk unhappily as usual.
Suddenly, I felt the touch of something bright and friendly. It made me feel happy, lively and warm
A.At that moment![]() |
B.He’s living in Australia now and he loves it. |
C.It doesn‘t matter because all the dar![]() |
D.It was a smile. |
E.That smile changed my life. |
F.It’s practically impossible to make friends here. |
G.As a result, no one knew who I was. |
A.So she won the contest. |
B.As a result, she lost the contest. |
C.The judges wanted to give her another chance. |
D.It’s been said, “If you cheat, you make yourself cheap.” |
E.It’s so true that the choices you make today make what you are tomorrow. |
F.They talked it over and finally decided to simply ask her what she had said. |
G.But the fact is that she won the biggest contest that day: the contest of her character. |
So he got his wife to promise him with all her heart that when he died, she would put all the money in the casket with him.
Well, one day he died.He was stretched out in the casket, the wife was sitting there in black next to her closest friend.When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said "Wait just a minute!"
She had a shoe box with her, she came over with the box and placed it in the casket.Then the undertakers locked the casket down and rolled it away.Her friend said, "I hope you weren't crazy enough to put all that money in the casket."
"Yes," the wife said, "I promised.I'm a good Christian, I can't lie.I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him."
"You mean to tell me you put every cent of his money in the casket with him?"
"I sure did.I got it all together, put it into my account and I wrote him a check."
1. What was the woman’s reaction to her husband’s last words?
A.She remained silent. | B.she said no. |
C.She said yes. | D.She was annoyed. |
A.she shouldn’t put all the money in the casket |
B.she should put all the money in the casket. |
C.she should give his husband a promise. |
D.she should not break her promise. |
A.attractive | B.clever | C.dishonest | D.lazy |
A.Take All My Money With Me | B.A Promise Cleverly Kept |
C.A Loving Wife | D.Miser and his Wife |