1 . “Everything happens for the best,” my mother said whenever I faced disappointment. “If you can carry on, one day something good will happen. And you’ll realize that it wouldn’t have happened if not for that previous disappointment.”
Mother was right, as I discovered after graduating from college in 1932. I had decided to try for a job in radio, then work my way up to sports announcer. I hitchhiked (搭便车) to Chicago and knocked on the door of every station-and got turned down every time. In one studio, a kind lady told me that in most cases big stations couldn’t risk hiring inexperienced person. “Go out in the remote areas and find a small station that’ll give you a chance,” she said. I went back home to Dixon, Illinois.
While there was no radio-announcing jobs in Dixon, my father said Montgomery Ward had opened a store and wanted a local athlete to manage its sports department. Since Dixon was where I had played high school football, I applied. The job sounded just right for me.
But I wasn’t hired. My disappointment must have shown. “Everything happens for the best,” Mom reminded me. Dad offered me the car to hunt for jobs. I tried WOC Radio in Davenport, Iowa. The program director, a wonderful Scotsman named Peter MacArthur, told me they had already hired an announcer.
As I left his office, my frustration boiled over (沸溢,发怒). I asked aloud, “How can a fellow get to be a sport announcer if he can’t get a job in a radio station?” I was waiting for the elevator when I heard MacArthur calling, “What was that you said about sports? Do you know anything about football?” Then he stood me before a microphone and asked me to broadcast an imaginary game. The preceding autumn, my team had won a game in the last 20 seconds with a 65-yard run. I did a 15-minute boost to that play, and Peter told me I would be broadcasting Saturday’s game!
On my way home, as I have many times since, I thought of my mother’s words: “If you carry on, one day something good will happen. Something wouldn’t have happened if not for that previous disappointment”.
1. What is concluded from the passage is that ______.A.the frustration of the author prevented him from performing well at WOC Radio |
B.both of the author’s parents showed support when he was trying to search for a job |
C.Peter MacArthur recognize the author’s talent in broadcasting after reading his resume |
D.the author lost all his hope and courage when he was turned down by Montgomery Ward |
A.he showed no confidence at the stations | B.there were no job available at the stations |
C.he had no experience in radio broadcasting | D.there were too many people competing with him |
A.requirement | B.encouragement | C.enjoyment | D.amazement |
A.No cross, no crown | B.Prevention is better than cure |
C.Well begun is half done | D.Rome was not built in a day |
2 . Mary Dickins had been a member of the audience at poetry nights before and knew “the poetry clap”. She made a polite tapping of fingers. But when she made her debut (首次演出) as a performer at the age of 62 at the legendary Bang Said the Gun night in south London, she said, “It was so wild — like nothing I had ever seen before.” The audience stamped their feet and shook shakers. “It felt transformative. I thought, ‘I’ve got to have more of this,’ ” Dickins said. Becoming a performance poet has given her a place on a stage of her own making.
All her life she has written is mostly without being seen or heard. Her mother died when she was nine, and, after she went into a care home at 13, Dickins’ writing stayed in notebooks. Really, she says, a lot of her adult life has been about getting over childhood shyness. At university — she studied education — she met her husband of 40 years, but in three years of seminars she did not say a word. Some of these results from her years at the children’s home. She says, “It gave me a sense of what it’s like to be excluded. I never fitted in anywhere.”
After she graduated, she discovered that she loved working with people with learning disabilities. She became an expert in inclusive education. “That was my niche (称心的职业),” she says. She published books and returned to the University of North London as a senior lecturer in early childhood studies.
Dickins now sees that in adulthood she has been giving herself permission to be silly. “The sillier I allow myself to be, the better the writing is,” she says. Her observations are humorous.
“Putting things into words and giving shape to your emotions is an important part of coming to terms with the things that happen in life,” she says.
Does she still feel like an outsider?
“I think I’ve made it into a virtue. I celebrate the fact that I don’t fit into a box. Finally! You have to wait till you’re 62 to feel confident!” she says. “But I have a sense of who I am and I’m proud of it. I wouldn’t be anyone else now — and it took me a long time to say that.”
1. How did Dickins feel about her debut?A.Nervous. | B.Anxious. | C.Encouraged. | D.Relieved. |
A.Her early stay at the care home. |
B.Her inexperienced writing skills. |
C.Her struggle with her university studies. |
D.Her poor relationship with her husband. |
A.It helps her land a good job. |
B.It develops her sense of humor. |
C.It makes her overcome her learning disabilities. |
D.It enables her to get on well with her life. |
A.Mary Dickins’ First Performance |
B.Mary Dickins’ New Start after 60 |
C.Mary Dickins’ Troubled Writing Career |
D.Mary Dickins’ Influence on Performance Poets |
3 . From the deserts of Southern California to the forests of Alaska, the U.S. possesses an incredible diversity of nature. For most of her life, Joy Ryan never saw the landscape beyond her home state of Ohio. Then, when she was in her mid-eighties, her grandson Brad Ryan decided to take her on a journey to all of the U.S. National Parks — a mission that took eight years to complete. At the age of 93, Grandma Joy has finally seen all 63 parks, ending the monumental feat in the National Park of American Samoa.
“When I learned she had never seen the great wildernesses of America — deserts, mountains, oceans, you name it — I thought that was something that would trouble me if I didn’t take action in some way,” Brad says. This idea sparked their first trip to the Great Smoky Mountains. However, once they were on the road, Brad realized that they could visit more parks nearby, and their trips multiplied. Over the years, they managed to see all the famous sights at Yosemite, the Grand Canyon, the Redwoods, and so on.
Despite Grandma Joy’s older age, she could hike mountains and do white water rafting. Brad praises her enthusiasm for life as the key to her good health. She expresses gratitude for each new day and is always excited about the next adventure. Finally, their long journey across the U.S. ended with American Samoa. “It’s about 6,700 miles from Ohio, where we live. It’s the only U.S. National Park south of the equator. It’s a long trip, but we’re excited to go,” Brad explains. “We can enjoy the beach and the beautiful tropical paradise. But as we’ve learned from the rangers that work there, American Samoa is an island community firmly rooted in family. And I think that there’s a bit of a poetic beauty to ending it there, too.”
1. Why did Brad take his grandmother Joy to travel?A.To fulfill her wish to travel around the world. |
B.To free her from the boredom of everyday life. |
C.To help her explore the natural beauty of America. |
D.To aid her in getting inspiration for writing poems. |
A.They went on to see more natural landscapes. |
B.They decided to visit all the parks worldwide. |
C.They attracted more people to join the later trips. |
D.They stopped traveling because of Joy’s poor health. |
A.The friendly locals. | B.The family bond. |
C.The special culture. | D.The beautiful sights. |
A.Reliable and generous. | B.Ambitious and creative. |
C.Courageous and diligent. | D.Energetic and determined. |
4 . Young boys often dream of superpowers to solve their problems. “If I could just click my fingers, my homework would be done,” many have imagined. Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster put their ideas down on paper.
It was 1933, and while the country was in the throes of the Great Depression, Cleveland was thriving. Jerry and Joe, growing up in a middle-class neighborhood, became friends on the high school. They escaped potentially embarrassing encounters by becoming crazy about comics.
Joe was the artist and drew all the time, using bits of any kind of paper he could find. He hung out at newsstands poring over magazines, especially Amazing Stories, and then recreated them at home with a pencil or pen. Jerry was the storyteller and the more ambitious of the two. He describes how the creation of Superman came to him in the middle of a sleepless summer night: I hop out of bed and write this down, and then I go back and think some more for about two hours, then get up again and write that down. The inspiration for Superman’s origin story started taking shape, and the next morning, I ran to Joe’s place and showed it to him, we just sat down, and I worked straight through.
As is often the case, when we experience something traumatic in life, we deal with the feelings through creative expression. Jerry’s father had owned a store and died during a robbery. A young child might process that experience by wishing something could have prevented it. For Jerry, out came the Man of Steel, who had superpowers and bravery to protect innocent people. Creating storylines must have helped Jerry with the grieving process.
The story of Superman has inspired kids for generations. It has calmed their fears and driven their dreams. Most importantly, the Man of Steel has inspired us all to find our superpowers and use them to help others.
1. What happened to Jerry and Joe during the Great Depression?A.They were forced to quit school. | B.They became addicted to comics. |
C.They went broke and lost their jobs. | D.They moved to Cleveland with friends. |
A.Jerry was much more talented. | B.They co-created the Superman. |
C.Joe was better at telling stories. | D.They produced their own magazine. |
A.Painful. | B.Strange. | C.Wonderful. | D.Adventurous. |
A.A Lifelong Friendship | B.The Best Comics Ever |
C.The Birth of Superman | D.A Little Boy’s Last Wish |
5 . Mary Dickins had been a member of the audience at poetry nights before and knew “the poetry clap”. She made a polite tapping of fingers. But when she made her debut (首次演出) as a performer at the age of 62 at the legendary Bang Said the Gun night in south London, she said, “It was so wild — like nothing I had ever seen before.” The audience stamped their feet and shook shakers. “It felt transformative. I thought, ‘I’ve got to have more of this,’ ” Dickins said. Becoming a performance poet has given her a place on a stage of her own making.
All her life she has written, mostly without being seen or heard. Her mother died when she was nine, and, after she went into a care home at 13, Dickins’ writing stayed in notebooks. Really, she says, a lot of her adult life has been about getting over childhood shyness. At university — she studied education — she met her husband of 40 years, but in three years of seminars she did not say a word. Some of this results from her years at the children’s home. She says, “It gave me a sense of what it’s like to be excluded. I never fitted in anywhere.”
After she graduated, she discovered that she loved working with people with learning disabilities. She became an expert in inclusive education. “That was my niche (称心的职业),” she says. She published books and returned to the University of North London as a senior lecturer in early childhood studies.
Dickins now sees that in adulthood she has been giving herself permission to be silly. “The sillier I allow myself to be, the better the writing is,” she says. Her observations are humorous.
“Putting things into words and giving shape to your emotions is an important part of coming to terms with the things that happen in life,” she says.
Does she still feel like an outsider?
“I think I’ve made it into a virtue. I celebrate the fact that I don’t fit into a box. Finally! You have to wait till you’re 62 to feel confident!” she says. “But I have a sense of who I am and I'm proud of it. I wouldn’t be anyone else now — and it took me a long time to say that.”
1. How did Dickins feel about her debut?A.Calm. | B.Awkward. | C.Stressed. | D.Encouraged. |
A.Her immature writing style. | B.Her experience at the care home. |
C.Her struggle with her university studies. | D.Her difficult relationship with her husband. |
A.It makes her land a good job. | B.It sharpens her sense of humor. |
C.It enables her to get on well with her life. | D.It helps her overcome her learning disabilities. |
A.Mary Dickins’ New Start after 60 | B.Mary Dickins’ First Performance |
C.Mary Dickins’ Troubled Writing Career | D.Mary Dickins’ Impact on Performance Poets |
6 . My plan to learn to play the cello (大提琴) was a health y choice. So I took the next innocent step of going to a shop that sells and rents string instruments, especially violins, violas, and cellos. The place was a hole-in-the-wall, up a steep flight of stairs. Instruments left a narrow path to the counter where a woman with grey hair and warm eyes greeted me. Since I couldn’t form a question about what I wanted, I just stood there exploring the scene, which felt immensely pleasurable.
I rented a cello, a bow, and a case to hold them. What attracted me to the cello was its enormous size and its soft, smooth, and memorable sounds. It’s an instrument made of beautifully polished wood that I could wrap my arms around and feel its powerful vibrations when the strings were played. That was a good starting point for me. The only problem was that I didn’t know how to play it.
There’s a popular belief that the cello is a particularly difficult instrument to learn. Another is the admonition, “Don’t bother if you are a beginner over age 10!” Well, I was 70, and what others thought no longer influenced me. And besides, I thought of the words of Dr. Cohen, who suggested that learning causes physical changes in the brain.
So I found a teacher who had respect for older adult beginners and I practiced diligently, daily for years, and sometimes disheartened, but I kept up. I’m happy to report that now, more than a decade later, I can hold my own in a string trio and two quartets (two violins, a viola, and me, the female cello)and even a senior community band. Of course, I’ll never sound like Yo-Yo Ma but you could recognize a Mozart piece if you heard me play it. And, more importantly, I don’t need to please anyone but myself.
Whether it’s a pleasurable pastime or a new career, the starting point is the same: wonder, curiosity, determination, and the desire to keep your brain sharp.
1. How did the writer feel in the shop?A.Amused by the shop assistant. |
B.Anxious for a live performance. |
C.Pleased at the nice music atmosphere. |
D.Curious about where to find a teacher. |
A.Approval. | B.Criticism. |
C.Puzzlement. | D.Warning. |
A.To recommend a reliable doctor. |
B.To provide proof for common belief. |
C.To add another reason for her decision. |
D.To stress the crucial function of the brain. |
A.Art is man’s second nature. |
B.One is never too old to learn. |
C.Education is the key to success. |
D.Happiness is the best form of health. |
7 . It was the dead of winter when Dad told me that he found a delicate small bag in the snow on his way out of a doctor’s appointment. “It was filled with seeds, so I planted them in pots in the living room window that gets such great light.” Dad was excited to have a planting project in the winter. He missed tending his garden plot, which was the size of a small farm.
I now lived out of state, but Dad reported in his daily phone calls, “These plants seem to double in size overnight. It’s only been a few weeks, and they are almost touching the ceiling.” Since Dad had green fingers, I wasn’t surprised about that. I couldn’t imagine what plant would do so well. I knew photos would not come soon because Dad had to use up the film in his camera and then developed the pictures.
During one call, Dad said, “Today at work, one of my co-workers was wearing a T-shirt with a screen-printed picture of the same leaf as my mysterious houseplants. I told him that I had those same herbs, which were growing like weeds, and I had to get rid of them.” Dad continued, “He eagerly took them off my hands, and now I can see out the window again.”
This awakened my curiosity, and I decided to do some research. In those days, that meant going to the library’s reference section. I did some reading and photocopied some articles. I mailed them to my father.
Dad called, “I just couldn’t believe what I read in the papers you sent. Those pictures are exactly what my plants looked like. No wonder my co-worker was so willing to take them.”
We both laughed till we cried when we realized my father had just raised a harvest of precious Chinese herbs used to ease pain.
1. Why did Dad plant the seeds?A.Because it was the doctor’s advice. |
B.Because he had a small farm at home. |
C.Because it satisfied his eagerness for gardening. |
D.Because the seeds would bring him rich rewards. |
A.Dad’s gardening talents. |
B.The herbs’ growing quickly. |
C.Dad’s efforts to tend the seeds. |
D.A planting project in the winter. |
A.He had little interest in the plants. |
B.He recognized the value of the plants. |
C.He desired to learn from the author’s dad. |
D.He wanted to show his knowledge about plants. |
A.Seed catcher | B.Window scenery | C.Helpful co-worker | D.Innocent gardener |
8 . My mom was an astrophysicist, and Dad was a microelectronics specialist, each dealing with phenomenon bigger or smaller than the eye can see. As a kid, I was often into daydreaming that I won Oscars or Grammys (格莱美奖).
Saturn (土星). The first time I saw it, from an observatory on the hills of Barcelona, it was like what I imagine seeing Leonardo DiCaprio (莱昂纳多·迪卡普里奥, 著名影星) in person might be.
Saturn is considered the master of the universe. Glancing at them has the effect of making you feel insignificant and momentous (重大的) at the same time.
This summer, I traveled home for my mother’s 60-birthday-party, It consisted of a workshop (研讨会) in her honor in a small coastal town, with current and former colleagues of hers. I spent the day alone, swimming in the sea and joined them for meals while they presented papers to one another. All I had to do was sit, chat and quietly observe details.
A.The infinite (无穷尽的) universe was too much to digest. |
B.And yet, somehow, I fell in love planets in my teenage years. |
C.Saturn’s existence has always given me a real sense of possibility. |
D.This group of people lacked the minimum level of humor to exist in the world. |
E.I couldn’t help admiring this group of people for their commitment. |
F.I wanted humor and lightness, even if that meant not always literal or all knowing. |
G.Something you’ve always seen in two dimensions suddenly presents itself in three. |
9 . My wife loves Christmas songs, and she loves to sing them. Sixteen years ago, while we were driving on vacation, she decided to pass the time by singing “The Christmas Song”.
Then she began to sing this favorite song again and again. Suddenly, I had an idea of playing a trick on her. When she got to the line “Jack Frost nipping at (轻咬) your nose”, “Why are you singing that song?” I asked.
When she looked confused at my question, I pretended to be surprised that she was unaware of the story. I went on to lie to her that Christmas songs often had a dark past and that Jack Frost was the name of a violent patient who escaped from an insane asylum (疯人院) on Christmas in the 1920s and went around biting faces, particularly noses.
She was shocked—no, horrified!— that people would sing about him.
Fast-forward to a couple of years ago. It was snowing outside and I was in a good mood. I started singing “The Christmas Song” and my wife scolded me in a joking voice for singing a song to the world’s most terrible mad man. I had no idea what she was talking about.
She then said that Jack Frost, the nose biter, had forever ruined that song for her. I laughed and admitted that I was joking that day and I honestly didn’t think she believed my joke.
Apparently, for the past 16 years she had shared this dark and terrible story with anyone who would listen. As it dawned on her that she’d been cheerfully spreading a lie for so many years, I guessed a sea of confused and disbelieving looks and a crowd of people staring at her as if she were a nose biter.
As for me, I am now the King of Lies who is never to be trusted by a cute and attractive heart again.
1. What was the author’s first reaction when his wife mentioned Jack Frost again a couple of years ago?A.He made an apology for having lied to her. |
B.He burst into laughter hearing Jack Frost. |
C.He completely forgot his lie about Jack Frost. |
D.He admitted that he had made up the story. |
A.He was very tired of hearing the song . |
B.He wanted to make a joke on his wife. |
C.He just wanted to stop her from singing. |
D.He intended to show off his knowledge. |
A.Jack Frost was a violent patient fleeing an insane asylum. |
B.Her wife also played jokes on others with the same story. |
C.People were doubtful about the story his wife told them. |
D.The author was regretful for having telling a lie to his wife. |
A.Lovely. | B.Foolish. | C.Noisy. | D.Responsible. |
10 . When our family drove to our hotel on the night of 29 September, 1994, I prayed I would never be in such a bleak place. The streets were deserted, and we were leaving the hospital where our seven-year-old son lay in a deep unconsciousness. We wanted only to go home, to take Nicholas with us and to hold his hand again. It had been the worst night of our lives. In lives that only a few hours before had been full of warmth and laughter, there was now a total emptiness.
Within days, our personal experience turned into a worldwide story. Newspapers and television told of the shooting attack by car robbers, Nicholas’s death and our decision to donate his organs. Since then, many streets, schools and hospitals in Italy have been named after him.
All this is for a decision—we’ve forgotten which of us suggested it. I remember the silent room and the doctors, hesitant to ask questions about organ donation. “Now that he’s gone, shouldn’t we donate the organs?” one of us asked. “Yes,” the other replied.
Nicholas was dead. The future of a bright little creature had been taken away. It was important to us that someone else should have that future. It turned out to be seven people’s future, most of them young, most very sick.
We are pleased this incident has caused organ donation rates to increase dramatically in Italy—a result called the “Nicholas effect”. It seems unfair, however, to the thousands of parents who have made exactly the same decision. Their loss is no different from ours, but their willingness to share has remained largely unrecognized.
For them, like us, the emptiness is always close by. I don’t believe we will ever be really happy again. But our joy in seeing the life that would otherwise have been lost is so uplifting that it has given us some comfort for what would have been just an act of violence.
1. What does the underlined word “bleak” mean in Paragraph 1?A.Encouraging. | B.Hopeless. |
C.Attractive. | D.Annoying |
A.A gun attack. | B.A street fight. |
C.A car accident. | D.A serious illness. |
A.They chose to take the doctors’ advice. |
B.They wished to increase donation rates. |
C.They attempted to attract the public’s attention. |
D.They wanted to give others a second chance at life. |
A.Italy witnesses a sharp decrease in violence. |
B.The parents have completely got rid of their sadness. |
C.Their decision has encouraged public organ donation in Italy. |
D.Other contributors think it is unfair not to be recognized. |