Once a man got lost in a desert. The water in his water bag had run out two days ago. He knew that if he didn’t get some water soon, he would surely die. The man saw a small house ahead of him and moved toward it. After what seemed ages, he dragged his tired body to the door with the last of his strength.
There was no one in the house and it seemed like it had been empty for quite some time. The man entered it, hoping that he might find water inside.
His heart missed a beat when he saw a hand pump (手摇泵). It had a pipe going down through the floor, perhaps tapping a source of water deep underground.
He began working the hand pump, but no water came out. He kept at it and still nothing happened.
Finally, he gave up. He threw up his hands in despair. It looked as if he was going to die after all.
Then the man noticed a bottle in one corner of the house. It was filled with water. He uncorked (拔去……塞子) the bottle and was about to drink the sweet life-giving water, when he noticed a piece of paper attached to it, reading “Use this water to start the pump. Don’t forget to fill the bottle when you’re done.”
What should he do? How would he feel as he watched the water disappear into the pump? What if the pump did not function? What if the pipe had a leak? What if the underground water had long dried up?
But then… maybe the instructions were correct. Should he risk it?
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Hands shaking, he poured the water into the pump.
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He heard a gurgling (汩汩声) sound, and then water came out.
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Karie double-checked the words on her spelling test. If she got 100 scores today, she’d win her class’s First-Quarter Spelling Challenge and a brand new dictionary. Plus, Ms. McCormack had promised to do a handstand if anyone got a perfect score.
Three more words to go. N-i-c-e-l-y. Q-u-i-c-k-l-y. H-o-n-e-s-t-y. Wait! She’d spelled honesty, not honestly. She hurriedly erased the t-y and wrote l-y before handing in her paper. Ms. McCormack graded the test papers at the break. Meanwhile, Karie sat restlessly in her seat with her fingers crossed. Then, Ms. McCormack walked to the front of the room and cleared her throat. As if she were an Olympic gymnast, Ms. McCormack’s feet flipped (翻动) into the air.
“Congratulations, Karie! You did it!” she announced while upside down.
The whole class burst into applause! Ms. McCormack righted herself and presented Karie with her prize. Karie grinned as she read the label on the box:
To Karie Carter, for her perfect first-quarter score in spelling.
“Everything OK?” Mom asked as Karie burst through the front door after school. Karie didn’t answer. As if by magic, she took out her spelling test paper and prize and showed them to her mother. Mom hugged her, asking her to put the test paper on the fridge so that Dad could see it when he got home.
Karie took another look at the test paper before putting it on the fridge. Her hands stopped in mid-air. She just couldn’t believe her own eyes. Honesly?
YES! H-O-N-E-S-L-Y!
Mom sensed something unusual and asked why. Karie stuffed the test paper into her backpack and explained that she was just too excited. Mom brought her some tea. Yes, a “t” was exactly what she needed.
After drinking a little, Karie plodded (沉重缓慢地走) down the hall, lost in thought. How could she tell the class she hadn’t earned the prize after all? That Ms. McCormack did the handstand for nothing?
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Later Dad came in with excitement.
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___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Parenting teenagers was challenging. For a long time, I could feel the tension between Jordan, my teenage son and me, especially over his curfew. (儿童晚归时间的规定)
One Sunday afternoon, the unpleasant discussion happened again.
“I’m seventeen years old, but I still have a curfew. None of my friends has a curfew. You don’t trust me.” Jordan said.
“It’s not about trust,” I said. “It’s about wanting what’s best for you and I want to protect you.”
“Protect me from what? Having fun?” He rolled his eyes and walked away.
I sighed, trying to hold back my tears. How could I make Jordan see that those rules existed because I love him, not because I was trying to control him.
I decided to go for a walk, hoping the cool October air would clear my head. I opened the front door and nearly stepped on him: Meatball, the small black cat we had adopted two weeks ago.
Meatball used to be a homeless cat and until now he still hadn’t adjusted to the life of a full-time indoor cat. After a few hours in the house, he’d sit by the door, begging for someone to let him back outside. After a few hours outside, he’d sit by the door again, ready to come back in the house. He just really liked being able to come and go as he pleased. “How I wished I were a cat like Meatball.” Jordan kept saying over and over.
One snowy night in January, the temperature was unusually low. Meatball stood at the door, begging to go outside again. I patted his head, telling him to stay in for his own good or he would freeze. Jordan whistled nearby and went into his room.
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The next morning, I found Meatball missing.
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On the drive home from the animal doctor’s office, petting Meatball’s head, Jordan apologized to me.
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4 . Keller is a first-grade teacher at a school in Greenville County, South Carolina. She was on her way home when she noticed a little boy
The
7-year-old Cameron wasn’t out for a casual bike ride. He was on a(n)
Cameron had
This teacher helped a
A.pushing | B.carrying | C.destroying | D.riding |
A.scenery | B.reflection | C.sight | D.suffering |
A.worried | B.delighted | C.distinguished | D.bored |
A.pass | B.break | C.start | D.turn |
A.recognized | B.pointed | C.guessed | D.predicted |
A.unpleasant | B.unlucky | C.usual | D.important |
A.forgot | B.tried | C.regretted | D.meant |
A.sense | B.way | C.panic | D.distance |
A.phone | B.assistance | C.bike | D.friend |
A.doubted | B.expressed | C.discovered | D.chose |
A.brave | B.energetic | C.professional | D.patient |
A.got around | B.set off | C.showed around | D.took over |
A.record | B.remember | C.search | D.spot |
A.discussed | B.interviewed | C.called | D.invited |
A.neighbor | B.student | C.racer | D.stranger |
5 . Yesterday, a salesman called me by phone, on behalf of a telecommunication company, to sell his phone plans. I was at work and while I usually don’t
That’s what he did. So we
At the end of the conversation, he
I thanked him for this revelation. I realized how much he could have been the subject of verbal
A.forget | B.pretend | C.like | D.dare |
A.comforted | B.excused | C.reminded | D.convinced |
A.talked | B.argued | C.waited | D.rested |
A.previous | B.useless | C.favorite | D.current |
A.sign | B.result | C.reward | D.rule |
A.whisper | B.lie | C.explain | D.confirm |
A.guilty | B.impatient | C.nervous | D.moved |
A.silent | B.patient | C.polite | D.concentrated |
A.revealed | B.recommended | C.promised | D.introduced |
A.awkward | B.enjoyable | C.usual | D.brief |
A.wave | B.signal | C.point | D.shout |
A.interview | B.order | C.conversation | D.quarrel |
A.worked | B.relaxed | C.complained | D.slept |
A.disturbed | B.embarrassed | C.exhausted | D.touched |
A.violence | B.communication | C.agreement | D.explanation |
6 . An old man lived with his little grandson. Every day the old man got up early to read books.
One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa, I want to read books as you do. But I always forget what I read. What are the advantages of reading?”
The grandfather didn’t answer him, but said, “Take this little basket to the river and bring me back a basket of water.” The boy did as his grandpa said, but all the water leaked out before he got back home. The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to walk faster next time.”
The next time the boy ran faster, but the basket was still empty before he returned home. The boy said, “See, Grandpa, it’s no use!”
“Is it no use?” the old man said. “Look at the basket.”
The boy looked at the basket and found that the basket was different. It was cleaner, inside and out.
“That’s what happens when you read books. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read them, you will be changed, inside and out.”
1. What did the old man do every day?A.He carried water. | B.He wrote something. |
C.He read books. | D.He did some chores. |
A.was too busy to do it | B.got up late |
C.he slept late | D.always forgot what he read |
A.Twice. | B.Once. | C.Three times. | D.Four times. |
7 . I went to the Royal Easter Show with my family. And my two children hardly used any of the ride tickets I had already
I was
The man said “Are you sure?” when I
Their great
I was deeply moved by the truth that there was such joy in giving. It was the
A.shared | B.bought | C.hidden | D.cancelled |
A.cost | B.lost | C.left | D.preferred |
A.sad | B.fortunate | C.certain | D.awkward |
A.time | B.pleasure | C.call | D.money |
A.turned down | B.came across | C.dealt with | D.picked up |
A.returned | B.gave | C.sold | D.lent |
A.tourist | B.friend | C.giver | D.stranger |
A.remembered | B.realized | C.explained | D.doubted |
A.excitement | B.pride | C.fear | D.pity |
A.nervously | B.bravely | C.happily | D.impatiently |
A.clean | B.touch | C.repair | D.ride |
A.memory | B.joy | C.shock | D.dream |
A.stay | B.grow | C.change | D.agree |
A.quit | B.accepted | C.enjoyed | D.controlled |
A.busiest | B.safest | C.cheapest | D.best |
Christmas I Remember Best
I was 9 years old when Dad passed away and left Mom and me. Since Mom was disabled (残疾), we depended on kind-hearted neighbors.
During the first Christmas season without Dad, my expectations were high, but deep down in my heart there was an idea that the man in the red suit would not come to our little two-room house. He stopped only at houses that had fireplaces.
At the same time, there would be no gifts under the tree. In fact, there would be no tree. But that didn’t seem right. At least, a tree would help with the hurt. On Christmas Day I hurried to Petersen’s Market. A fresh layer of news now lay on the street unmarked bypassing cars; not a person was moving.
I thought that the store was closed and the unsold trees were usually thrown away. As I walked among the snow-dusted trees beside the store, old man Nels Petersen appeared out of nowhere. He drove me away.
Nels Petersen was a mean (吝啬) old man and lived alone. The following year, he setup a fence (篱笆) around the Christmas tree lot and locked the gate every night. I accepted the challenge.
On that night, I climbed the fire ladder that hugged the store wall. The next day, old Nels knew one tree was missing; he had counted them. The next year, the ladder was moved away.
Then came a Christmas that I shall always remember with warmth. My teacher at school asked our class to make Christmas cards for our favorite person, not counting our families, so I made a card for Nels Petersen. Why I included him as my favorite person, I didn’t know.
I made a beautifully decorated green tree on the card. I believed that it would be the only card he would get from anybody. I signed it and put it in his mailbox. Late Christmas Eve, when the stores were closed and everybody was home, I walked around the corner of the back of Petersen’s Market. It was in darkness. I moved along the fence secretly.
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To my great surprise, the gate was open!
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Just as I was about to run away, I saw the large lettered sign on the tree, which read: DON’T FORGET TO LOCK THE GATE — MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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9 . In a quiet Northern California neighborhood, Michael seemed like a normal 11-year-old boy. His family made use of the Californian sunshine to grow orange trees and roses. All seemed good from the outside, but Michael was troubled.
Since he was taken in at 3 years old, Michael never really connected with his parents. There was a strictness about them that his nature couldn’t understand, and he was left to himself to sort out (整理) confusing feelings and the need for connection.
Without the tie a young boy needs at home, Michael often found himself down the street at his best friend’s house. Of course, the two boys laughed, read picture books and ate junk food. But the real reason why Michael liked his friend’s home was Mr. Christensen. He was the kind of father who understands boys.
With Mr. Christensen, the boys spent hours in the garage fixing an old sports car. They drove up the California coast at high speed, feeling the salt wind wash over them. The car was too loud to allow for any conversation, which was fine with Michael. He didn’t yet know how to express his feelings; for the time being, just being able to feel them was enough.
For many young boys, the language of connection is written in the wrenches (扳手) they and their parents turn, the wrestling matches they watch, the hours of their watching clouds race by overhead. Mr. Christensen understood that boys need time to learn this language. He knew a boy learns respect and duty by being loved in an unspoken way.
Some 50 years later, Michael remembers his time with Mr. Christensen. “My own father couldn’t raise me, so I was given away. My adoptive father (养父) did his best but never allowed a relationship to form between us. Luckily for me, I had Mr. Christensen. I have tried to be the kind of father he was, teaching, having fun and spending time with my child.”
1. What was the problem with young Michael?A.He had to do hard work on the farm. |
B.He dropped out of school with his best friend. |
C.He was given up by his parents as a little kid. |
D.He was treated badly by his adoptive parents. |
A.Strong wind. | B.Too loud noise. | C.Busy repair work. | D.Driving excitement. |
A.By taking part in competitions. | B.Through communication. |
C.By studying hard. | D.Through doing things together. |
A.Mr. Christensen. | B.His friends. |
C.His own father. | D.His adoptive parents. |
A Thanksgiving Day story in the newspaper told of a school teacher who asked her class to draw a picture of something
But whose hand? The class was
She remembered that