1 . We recently went to a friend’s backyard to meet her new puppy. He was lovely beyond words. Our friend was wearing smiles as she told us about his first days at home. It was truly puppy love.
Later that night, I walked behind my own dog to help her climb up the stairs, and heated up the homemade food that helps control her kidney (肾) disease. You can’t imagine these extra cares when you began raising a puppy. For me, I am lucky to know this more “mature” love. To love, and to be loved, by an old dog is truly an honor.
For a long time, I denied the fact that our dog was getting old, or I really didn’t notice that Skyler was getting older. But these days, there is no denying the fact. Sometimes, she will fall while eating from her bowl and wait patiently for someone to help her up.
I still remember the first days of Skyler. In the home, she always needed to be beside someone, with at least one part of her touching one part of you. At the park, it was different. If we started running toward the end of a field, she would cross the finish line before we had even made it halfway.
Now, at 15, Skyler still needs to be right beside you on the couch. But it is hard. It is sad to see this once fast, strong dog struggle to walk up the front steps or to see her begging eyes whenever she needs help to get up on the couch. Over the past few years, we have had to forgo certain family trips because we wanted to take care of her at home.
However, I know this experience has taught our children about sacrifice and unconditional love. It has taught me the same. Dogs give us unconditional love. The least we can do is give it back. There will likely be times of great sadness and hardship, but in the end, you will feel very lucky for the time you have together.
1. In paragraph 2, why does the author mention what he did late that night?A.To complain about the troubles of raising a dog. |
B.To show her regret of meeting her friend’s new puppy. |
C.To tell readers that she is taking care of an old sick dog. |
D.To illustrate the correct way of caring for dogs. |
A.When the author first got Skyler, she was always running in the house. |
B.Skyler has always been eager to have people beside her. |
C.Skyler will beg for some food before she gets up. |
D.To take care of Skyler, the author often brings her during the journey. |
A.cancel | B.forget | C.organize | D.delay |
A.She is strongly against keeping a dog. |
B.She considers it a double-edged sword to keep a dog. |
C.She suggests we should think twice before keeping a dog. |
D.She thinks keeping a dog is worthwhile for the whole family. |
2 . Two enterprising graduates are selling advertising space on their faces to pay off a combined student debt of almost £50,000. Faced with a challenging job market, former Cambridge students Ed Moyse and Ross Harper are painting different company logos on to their faces.
Anyone can buy the advertising space, from businesses to individuals or groups, on a day-to-day basis. The logos — which can be viewed at www.buymyface.co.uk — are then seen by everyone they pass as they go about their daily business.
The graduates, who met on their first day at Selwyn College, Cambridge, started the business on October 1 and said they made £3,500 in the first 10 days. The boys said they are “armed only with massive student debt and a firm grasp of the principles of viral advertising” as they attempt to survive for a year merely on income earned by transforming themselves into walking advertisements.
Mr. Harper, 21, from Greenwich, south London, who studied neuroscience, said, “It’s our untraditional way of paying off our student debt. The graduate job market is incredibly unfriendly, and so we thought we’d try and go through it altogether. We’ve seen so many students unsuccessfully applying for jobs, only to eventually settle in a career that they never really wanted. It’s just something a bit different and has taken off quite nicely.”
Mr. Moyse, 22, from Poole, Dorset, said, “It is well beyond our expectations, but we always knew it had value and is novel and crazy.”
“So far, one of the main contributors has been online betting agency, Paddy Power,” Mr. Harper said.
Mr. Moyse, who studied economics, and Mr. Harper came up with the idea after graduating in the summer as a scheme that would not require much investment.
1. The two graduates set up a business of selling advertising space on their faces because ________.A.they both have handsome faces | B.they have gained best education |
C.they have student loan to repay | D.they can possibly find no jobs |
A.earned them a lot of money | B.helped them to pay off the debt |
C.increased their exposure | D.met their wildest expectations |
A.customer | B.debtor | C.investor | D.designer |
A.fictional | B.meaningful | C.unusual | D.critical |
3 . Page, my younger brother by four years, has been braindamaged from birth. He does not speak, cannot hear and see poorly through his remaining eye. He stays home, staring at the television happily. But it wasn’t always this way.
On a lot summer morning, Mum had penciled “VISIT GRANDMA” for Page in large letters on a napkin before we left for the nursing home. No one expected to understand that this might be our last visit.
We arrived there and stepped into her room. The strokes had left grandma trembling and unresponsive. Her mouth hung open, and her wide eyes shut and opened quickly and stared but appeared not to see.
We stood round the bed, smiling uncomfortably, and saying that everything would be all right. For the first time, I was free to talk all I wanted.
Page was standing quietly next to the window with his face brilliant red, tears following from his eyes. Just then, he pushed through the group and made his way to the bed. He leaned over Grandma’s withered body and took her cheeks gently in his hands.
Those of us with healthy ears were deaf to the volumes being spoken in that wonderful, wordless exchange.
We kissed Grandma, and slowly walked out of the room one by one. I was the last to leave. “Bye, Grandma,” I said. As I turned to look at her one last time, I noticed her lips come together, as if she was trying to speak. Somehow, if for a moment, she gathered the strength to say goodbye.
That afternoon by Grandma’s deathbed, when none of us knew what to say, my speechless brother had said it all.
A.Head bowed, he stood there, his cheeks wet with tears. |
B.That is when I knew Page had reached her. |
C.I tried to express my love to her. |
D.I felt a rush of warmth deep inside me. |
E.Nobody thought he would appeared and burst out crying. |
F.But I could think of nothing to say to her. |
4 . For ten years, Hingorani and I have shared a wall. In all these years, we shared nothing more than that wall.
Hingorani lost her husband around eight months ago. Now, the 82-year-old former headmaster of Mumbai’s Jai Hind College lives alone in the apartment next door.
Knowing it would be difficult for her to manage things without any help, I started dropping by. When I found out that she loves meat and chicken, I went with a plate of butter chicken and kulchas. And we started to talk of course.
As we started to talk, I realized how different she was from what I had thought. And that’s where our friendship really began. I found that she related to me in a lot of ways — both of us married of our own free will, and she, too, was a working mother, We spoke about her relationship with her two sisters who live abroad and how they connect with each other every day.
Her liberal thinking, the way she raised her daughter, her love for her culture and stories of her teaching days — including how the boys at her college gave her a hard time — all made for great conversation. I never felt we were generations apart. She, too, loves my company and looks forward to my crazy stories without judgment. I tell her about the challenges I face when raising a child. A chat with her is like a warm hug at the end of a bad day.
Hingorani has become part of my daily life. I look forward to either having a cup of tea with her on her balcony or enjoying a glass of wine on a Saturday night. Our connection is pure. Our friendship is not limited by age. Instead, it is strengthened by the circumstances.
1. Why did the author begin to visit Hingorani?A.She felt lonely living alone. | B.She was curious about the neighbor. |
C.She had extra food to share with the neighbor. | D.She wants to lend the neighbor a hand. |
A.They had a lot in common. | B.They both had two sisters. |
C.They had different thoughts. | D.They had known each other for years. |
A.She lives a very relaxing life. | B.She is good at raising children. |
C.She enjoys the old lady’s company. | D.She has no other friends except the old lady. |
A.I Found a Great Friend Beyond Age | B.I Saw Cooking as a Useful Bonding Tool |
C.A Great Conversation Saved My Life | D.My New Friend Taught Me to Cook |
Discovering the Lost City
Sixty miles south, in Cusco, Hiram Bingham gazed thoughtfully at the old Incan stone wall. He had come to this place in search of Vilcapampa, the lost city of the Inca. But right here was the most beautiful stonework he had ever seen-huge stones cut so perfectly that not even a razor blade could be slipped between them.
The Inca had no iron tools to carve them, no wheel or animals to move them. The wall had endured time and earthquakes.
It was a mystery.
He walked through the cobbled streets of the old capital, Cusco. The Spanish had come to this city, conquered the Inca, taken their gold, and built churches over their temples. Suddenly, he stopped. Before him was the famous Temple of the Sun. He placed his hands on the sun-warmed stones so beautifully carved, as if they had grown together.
The next day Bingham began his search. He would look for ruins-that might be the key. He and his party, accompanied by the military man Sergeant Carrasco, left for the holy valley of the Urubamba River. They came to the sleepy old village in the valley, long ago an important city.
“Are there any ruins nearby?” Bingham asked. “Do you know of the lost city of Vilcapampa?” No one knew of it. Traveling north, the adventurers came upon a remote and wild canyon. In the distance were snowcapped mountains over three miles high.
Far below in the valley, Bingham’s party camped on a sandy beach alongside the thundering rapids of the Urubamba River. Days had gone by. No one knew of any ruins.
This time, through the interpreter, the farmer said, “Yes. There are very good ruins on top of the mountain called Machu Picchu.” The farmer pointed straight up.
“Can you take us there?” Bingham asked.
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A.Hidden in the mountains, the lost city would be built of stones like these. |
B.What could he be thinking! |
C.But now the adventurers aroused the curiosity of a local farmer named Arteaga. |
D.How had they built them! |
E.Cliffs rose thousands of feet above the roaring rapids of the Urubamba River. |
F.Suddenly, the clouds drifted away and there it was. |
6 . The Right Thing
“Hi, Mrs. Grady,” said Mark when their neighbor opened her door. “Would you like us to shovel your sidewalk and driveway?” Shoveling was Jamie’s idea, a way to earn enough money for the new Ocean Kingdom video game that came out the next day .Mrs. Grady was happy, “That would be wonderful, boys. I think the job is getting to be too much for me.
“It will cost 10 dollars,” Jamie said.” If that’s OK “, Mark added.
“Oh dear, ”Mrs. Grady said disappointedly, “I haven’t been able to get to the bank. I can offer homemade cookies, but I realize that’s not what you had in mind.”
Mark was going to say that Mrs. Grady could pay them another time, but Jamie cut him off. “We’ll come back later.”
Mrs. Grady doesn’t look like the person who’d come to his rescue last summer when Mr. Dunn’s collie, Goldie had just wanted to play, but Mark didn’t feel comfortable around big dogs. He wanted to call for help, but his tongue seemed locked behind his teeth. Then Mrs. Grady’s front door had flown open. She must have seen him from across the street. “Hold on, Mark. I’m coming!” “Goldie” she’d called. As soon as Goldie had turned her head, Mrs. Grady had slipped between Mark and the dog. She wasn’t much taller than Mark, but she’d stood firm as a rock in front of him. “Goldie, go home!” Then she’d swept her broom to hurry the dog along. “ Get!” Goldie had obeyed.
When Mark showed thanks to Mrs. Grady, Mrs. Grady laughed. “It was nothing. Good neighbors watch out for each other, don’t they? ”
And now Mrs. Grady needed Mark as much as he’d needed her last summer. He smiled and waved at Mrs. Grady, then his shovel deep into the snow.
“Hey!” Jamie shouted. “What are you doing?” Mark couldn’t explain about Goldie and watching out for neighbors.” I like Mrs. Grady’s cookies,” he said.
1. Why did Jamie and Mark plan to clear the snow for Mrs. Grady at first?A.To help the lady | B.To do volunteer work |
C.To earn pocket money | D.To visit New Kingdom |
A.she didn’t have enough cash | B.she couldn’t find the bank |
C.she thought it was worthless | D.she couldn’t afford it |
A.Positive | B.Helpful | C.Hopeful | D.Brave |
A.A clear conscience | B.Kindness is repaid with kindness |
C.A penny saved is a penny earned | D.Actions speak louder than work |
7 . When she was ten years old, Isadora Duncan dropped out of school to teach people dance. If that job was left to any other ten-year-old, it would have turned out frustrating, difficult, and a little discouraging.
But Duncan was different. Not only was she already talented enough to earn money even at that age, but she also had a rare kind of confidence that helped her treat troubles as fuel —something to elevate the fire that is already burning inside of her.
It’s no surprise, then, that when she moved to New York to join a theatre company, she found herself restricted. The existing dancing style, their way of operating—all of this seemed to her the work of a misguided past. Duncan was very direct about what she wanted, confidently telling people she had a different vision of dance that she was going to spread in the world. This, naturally, led to ridicule and laughs early on, but as she built up her work, these instances became less frequent. Today, she is remembered as “The Mother of Dance,” with much of the modern art owing its expressive style to her influence. Inspired by the ancient Greeks, she brought the style to life.
In her autobiography (自传), one of the things Duncan frequently refers to as the basis of her expressive spirit is the fact that she had a childhood where she wasn’t constantly watched. The expectations of her mother (who raised her) were open-ended. It was the freedom of this lifestyle that drove her to see what she could do.
Growing up, before she left school, she was told one of two things: that she was either completely useless or that she was a genius. There was nothing in between. Even when she started working, people either bowed to her or they basically ignored her. But there wasn’t one moment Duncan doubted her own genius.
There is an old quotation “if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” And it captures an important truth. At school, Isadora Duncan was a failure. In the dance hall, she gave form to brilliance.
1. What does the underlined phrase “treat troubles as fuel” mean?A.Duncan used troubles to push her forward towards her dream. |
B.Duncan was good at burning away everyday troubles. |
C.Troubles turned Duncan into a confident girl. |
D.Troubles lit the fire of dancing in Duncan. |
A.Her experience in New York was the foundation of her career. |
B.Her teaching job when she was little destroyed her confidence. |
C.Her dancing style was not very well received at the beginning. |
D.Her mother set higher expectation on her than she could bear. |
A.It is useless climbing a tree to catch fish. |
B.Everybody is a genius in his own way. |
C.Miseries come from human stupidity. |
D.Teachers can impact students greatly. |
A.Isadora Duncan’s childhood and her achievements today. |
B.Duncan’s career development and other dancers’ opinions of her. |
C.Isadora Duncan’s early experiences and the reasons for her success. |
D.Duncan’s high status in the dancing world and her unique expressive style. |
The first envelope was sent to a victim support group. It contained €10,000 with a cutting from the Braunschtveiger Zeitung about how the group supported a woman who was robbed of her handbag; similar plain white anonymous (匿名)envelopes, each containing €10,000, then arrived at a kindergarten and a church.
The envelopes keep coming, and so far at least €190,000 has been distributed. Last month, one of them was sent to the newspaper’s own office. It came after a story it published about Tom, a 14-year-old boy who was severely disabled in a swimming accident. The receptionist at the Braunschweiger Zeitung opened an anonymous white envelope to find 20 notes of €500 inside , with a copy of the article. The name of the family was underlined.
"I was driving when I heard the news,” Claudia Neumann, the boy’s mother, told DerSpiegel magazine. “I had to park on the side of the road; I was speechless. ”
The money will be used to make the entrance to their house wheelchair-accessible .and for a course of treatment that their insurance company refused to pay for.
“For someone to act so selflessly, for this to happen in such a society in which everyone thinks of himself, was astonishing," Mrs. Neumann said. Her family wonder whether the donator is a Robin Hood character, taking from banks to give to the needy.
Henning Noske, the editor of the Braunschweiger Zeitung, said: “Maybe it is an old person who is about to die. We just do not know. ” However, he has told his reporters not to look for the city’s hero, for fear that discovery may stop the donations.
1. The Braunschweiger Zeitung is the name of .
A.a church | B.a bank | C.a newspaper | D.a magazine |
A.The donation amounted to €190,000. |
B.The donation was sent directly to his house. |
C.The money will be used for his education. |
D.His mother felt astonished at the donation. |
A.the donator is a rich old man |
B.the donation will continue to come |
C.the donation comes from the newspaper |
D.the donator will soon be found out |
A.Money Is Raised by the Newspaper |
B.Newspaper Distributes Money to |
C.Unknown Hero Spreads Love in Envelopes |
D.Robin Hood Returns to the City |