1 . I always had a nice cup of tea every morning in my country in Indonesia.
A.I didn't say anything. |
B.One day I had a cup of tea at the university tea room. |
C.It gave me a great feeling in the morning. |
D.Finally, I found a nice coffee shop with many people queuing (排队) to order. |
A. They were to advise people who were used to gas lighting not to light the electricity with a match.
B. There were many cases where people had no idea how to use new technologies, causing embarrassment (尴尬) in the would-be user and amusement in the observer.
C. Seeing this, her husband asked her what she was doing. She replied, “Shaking the tape. It says on the tape ‘Shake before use’”. Her husband told her the name of the film was “Shake Before Use”!
D. At the turn of the 20th century, when electricity was set up in many homes, signs were placed on the wall next to the light-switches.
E. Then when videos first came on the market, a woman, who had never seen a videotape (录影带) before, took one tape out of the box and began shaking it violently.
1. I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
2. Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently, I asked a friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she replied.
3. How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. If I can get so much pleasure from touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight? And I have imagined what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say for just three days.
4. On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that “window of the soul”, the eye. I can only “see” through my fingertips the outline of a face. I should like to see the books which have been read to me, and which have revealed to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit. In the afternoon I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of nature. That night, I should not be able to sleep.
5. On my second day, I should like to see the pageant of man’s progress, and I should go to the museums. I should try to probe into the soul of man through his art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. The evening of my second day I should spend at a theater or at the movies.
4 . It was an accident. I brought a salad to a holiday party and the hostess gave me back the wrong spoon. It looked out of fashion, with a tiny snowflake engraved(刻)on the handle, unclean, nearly dull from use.
My home was lacking in teaspoons since my four-year-old son had a habit of clearing tableware(餐具)into the litter after meals and I lacked money for new spoons. So I held onto the spoon.
My two kids like arguing over everything and anything. I wasn’t happy about telling them to use the snowflake spoon. The moment it hit the placemat(餐具垫), it got a sideways look from my daughter Veronica, then six. “This isn’t ours,” she said.
I held it up like an exhibit. “Listen,” I said. “This is a special spoon. See the magic snowflake? Isn’t it cute?” I placed it in front of her. “I want you to use it.”
Next thing you know, four-year-old Louis asked why he didn’t get the special spoon. After that, the kids had to take turns eating with the special spoon. Years into negotiations over who got to use the special spoon, I finally admitted to the kids: enough already. It’s not actually special. I only said that so you wouldn’t refuse it in favor of our other teaspoons. But I was too late. By then, the snowflake spoon had gained its place in the drawer.
When my family condition improved, I brought home some new spoons. “What are you going to do with the old one?” asked Veronica. “It is special, and you’re not throwing it away,” she said. I felt deeply moved. At that moment, I realized I’ve created words that will bring unforgettable memories for my kids. I created “The Special Spoon”.
(以下是A种题型)
1. What can we learn about the special spoon?
A.It was new when the author got it. |
B.It was given to the author by mistake. |
C.It was intended as a gift for the author. |
D.It was loved by the daughter at first sight. |
A.The spoon was refused by Veronica. |
B.The spoon was thrown into the drawer. |
C.The kids believed and competed for it. |
D.The kids thought it was nothing special. |
A.It was valued by the two kids. |
B.It was replaced by the new ones. |
C.It made the author richer and richer. |
D.It inspired the author to create more spoons. |
A.The Story 1 Told About the Special Spoon |
B.Why I Lied to My Kids About the Spoon |
C.The Most Beautiful Spoon I Have Ever Got |
D.How I Created a Little Magic for My Family |
(以下是B种题型)
5. Why did the author lack spoons?
6. What was Veronica’s attitude towards the spoon at the beginning?
7. What does the underlined word “negotiations” in paragraph 5 mean in English?
8. What did the Special Spoon bring to the author’s family?
Henry Tyler made the catch of the year on the weekend. When he saw a young child hanging from a sixth-floor apartment balcony (阳台), Henry ran one hundred metres, jumped over a 1. 2-metre fence, and held out his arms to catch the
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Eric woke up a little later when he heard children playing outside. He pushed a chair onto the balcony, and climbed up
The school bus honked from the road.
“Run!” commanded Mrs. Arable,
The children ran out to the road and climbed into the bus. Fern took no notice of the others in the bus. She just sat and stared out of the window,
She was still thinking about the pig when the teacher said:“Fern, what is the capital of Pennsylvania?”
“Wilbur,” replied Fern,
Analyse the story by using figures
用图形解读故事
8 . We journalists live in a new age of storytelling, with many new multimedia tools. Many young people don’t even realize it’s new. For them, it’s just normal.
This hit home for me as I was sitting with my 2-year-old grandson on a sofa over the Spring Festival holiday. I had brought a children’s book to read. It had simple words and colorful pictures — a perfect match for his age.
Picture this: my grandson sitting on my lap as I hold the book in front so he can see the pictures. As I read, he reaches out and pokes (戳) the page with his finger.
What’s up with that? He just likes the pictures, I thought. Then I turned the page and continued. He poked the page even harder. I nearly dropped the book. I was confused: Is there something wrong with this kid?
Then I realized what was happening. He was actually a stranger to books. His father frequently amused the boy with a tablet computer which was loaded with colorful pictures that come alive when you poke them. He thought my storybook was like that.
Sorry, kid. This book is not part of your high-tech world. It’s an outdated, lifeless thing. An antique, like your grandfather. Well, I may be old, but I’m not hopelessly challenged, digitally speaking. I edit video and produce audio. I use mobile payment. I’ve even built websites.
There’s one notable gap in my new-media experience, however: I’ve spent little time in front of a camera, since I have a face made for radio. But that didn’t stop China Daily from asking me last week to share a personal story for a video project about the integration of Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei province.
Anyway, grandpa is now an internet star — two minutes of fame! I promise not to let it go to my head. But I will make sure my 2-year-old grandson sees it on his tablet.
What do the underlined words “hit home for me” mean in paragraph 2?
A.Provided shelter for me. | B.Became very clear to me. |
C.Took the pressure off me. | D.Worked quite well on me. |
9 . He was an old man who fished alone in a small boat in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unluck, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his boat empty and he always went down to help carry either the fishing lines or the spear. The sail was old and, rolled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
The old man was very thin with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown spots of the skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The spots ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep scar from handling heavy fish on the thick ropes. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions (侵蚀) in a fishless desert. Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
“Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the boat was pulled up. “I could go with you again. We’ve made some money.”
The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him. :
“No,” the old man said. “You’re with a lucky boat. Stay with them,”
“But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.
“I remember,” the old man said. “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.”
What can we learn about the old man in paragraph 2?
A.He was easy-going and talkative. |
B.He was heart-broken and helpless. |
C.He was ugly-looking but warm-hearted. |
D.He was weather-beaten but strong-willed. |
10 . I was with my mom one day as we took a walk while window shopping. We both knew we wouldn't be buying much. I remember I was looking up at the people we passed as we walked. Ladies wore 5-inch heels and bright clothes. Men wore expensive perfumes and creams that wiped away the wrinkles on their faces. An uneasy feeling started to settle in my chest. I could deny it no longer and I was ashamed of my mom.
We were in a high-class neighborhood. We lived in a small, expensive apartment building at the edge of our county. Mom chose to move there because she knew the schools were good. I realized for the first time that we didn't belong there.
I could see the heavy lines around my mom's eyes and mouth. She wore cheap clothes and worn-out shoes. Her eyes were tired from working long hours to make ends meet, and her hair was too gray for her age. She was nothing extraordinary, yet at that moment, she stood out because she was just so plain. I didn't want to be seen with her although there was no one important around to see me anyway. I felt embarrassed about being at her side. We were standing in the middle of a high-end store, and she was holding a sweater.
Mom said, “Anna, this will look good on you. Do you want it?” It Was much too expensive, but I almost thoughtlessly answered “Yes”. Then I took a closer look at the small, tired woman with a big smile and a sweater in her hands, happy to be giving me something so nice. My words died in my throat. Her clothes were worn and old because she spent her money buying me new ones. She looked so tired because she was busy working to provide for me. She didn't wear jewelry or perfumes because she was content with spending what little money she had on me. Suddenly, my mom was beautiful and extraordinarily wonderful in my eyes. I was no longer ashamed of her, but of myself.
“Do you want it?” Mom repeated.
“No, thanks,” I replied.
1. Why did the author describe the passers-by while window-shopping?A.To stress her mother was plain. |
B.To show she envied rich people. |
C.To suggest she was curious about others. |
D.To indicate she was in an expensive neighborhood. |
A.Studying at a top school. | B.Going window-shopping. |
C.Being seen with her mom. | D.Living in a small apartment. |