1 . I come from a long line of farmers. When my parents moved to Wisconsin, farming allowed them to
I didn’t
As a kid, I hated doing farm work and I never thought that someday I would say that I kind of
| A．connect | B．head | C．retire | D．report |
| A．changed | B．covered | C．replaced | D．affected |
| A．dream | B．game | C．chore | D．mystery |
| A．sold | B．gave | C．sent | D．lent |
| A．intention | B．opportunity | C．choice | D．job |
| A．while | B．if | C．since | D．until |
| A．regret | B．monitor | C．appreciate | D．complain |
| A．generation | B．graduate | C．professional | D．beginner |
| A．give away | B．make up | C．act out | D．relate to |
| A．expected | B．learned | C．chosen | D．demanded |
| A．corn | B．rice | C．beans | D．flowers |
| A．flexible | B．necessary | C．legal | D．possible |
| A．improves | B．revives | C．works | D．exists |
| A．confusion | B．permission | C．balance | D．hope |
| A．miss | B．risk | C．delay | D．escape |
1. 人物介绍；
2. 你的评析。
注意：
1. 参考人物：Henry Adams, the brothers (Roderick and Oliver), the clerks or the owner in the tailor’s shop…；
2. 写作词数应为80左右；
3. 请在答题卡的相应位置作答。
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1. 故事的简要介绍；
2. 你的感悟和体会。
注意：
1. 词数100左右；
2. 开头和结尾已给出，不计入总词数。
It’s never too late to mend
Once upon a time, there was a man who kept several sheep. One morning, he found one of his sheep was missing. After checking the pen carefully, he discovered a hole in the wall of the pen. It turned out that a wolf had broken into the pen and stolen his sheep.
His neighbor advised, “You should fix the pen and cover the hole right away.” But he rejected, “The sheep has already lost. It’s no use fixing it now.” However, the next morning, he found another sheep missing. The wolf stole the sheep through the hole again!
He regretted not taking the neighbor’s advice and began to cover the hole immediately. From then on, no more sheep was stolen.
Good morning, everyone. I’m Li Hua
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Thank you for listening!
With new faces everywhere, the time in Grade 1 was really tough for me. Since I was an Indian girl, nobody wanted to talk to me. Every spare minute was spent alone, and no classmates would group with me for projects.
Feeling lonely and sad, I was in desperate need of close friends, with whom I hoped to share my happiness and sorrow. A girl named Fatin, who was cute, clever and talented, appealed to me deeply. However, she seemed to be avoiding me as well. Being only six years old, I didn’tunderstand why people treated me like that, I opened up to my mother about all this, almost crying my eyes out.
Mom smiled, patting me on the shoulder and comforting me until I calmed down. She looked into my eyes and encouraged me, “Honey, don’t worry. They’re just not familiar with you. Try to bring out the best in you. They’ll befriend you as long as they see your excellence.” At that time, I didn’t believe her, but Mom was right.
One day, my teacher, Miss Bibiena, announced that there was to be a speech competition. My heart pounded wildly. I really enjoyed participating in speech competitions. Actually, I was quite good at them. The only problem was that the whole school would be watching me and I knew none of my audience.
However, I was determined to do it. I gathered all my courage, marched up to the teacher and said, “Miss Bibiena, I want to join in the speech competition.” She stared at me for such a long time that I started to feel uncomfortable, but then I saw a gentle smile spreading over her face. She handed me an application form.
The next day, I arrived at school early to submit my form to the teacher. Taking the form, Miss Bibiena said encouragingly to me, “For a new student, you have lots of courage. Do your best, Sneha!” Rarely did Miss Bibiena praise anyone. On my way to class, I smiled at her remark, which lifted up my spirits that day.
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2．请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Until the competition day, I practised my speech whenever possible.
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As I went off the stage, I heard someone call my name.
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5 . Not every man is cut out to be a father. If the thought of fatherhood fills you with fear, maybe it isn’t for you or maybe it’s a sign that you take the responsibility of fatherhood seriously.
As a parent, you are always going to have to trust your instincts (本能). There’s no comprehensive rule book on parenting. You’ll screw up sometimes. (Hopefully, your husband or wife will be there to nudge (用肘推) you in the right direction. ) And, as in many other aspects of life, doing the right thing will rarely make you popular. Your kids will need limits and discipline, and some days they will get angry with you for it. But the kids know on some level that they need limits and that the responsible parent who is setting and enforcing them is doing so because he or she cares. It’s the children whose parents allow them to do anything they want who often harbor doubts about whether they are really loved.
Certainly, we can find meaning in a lot of places in life. But for most of us who have seen the emergence of a small baby, fatherhood gives life unparalleled meaning. Parenthood, for a lot of us, may well be an antidepressant—not because you always feel good, but because you no longer have any time to sit around feeling bad. Your kids will always need you in one way or another—first for bottle-feeding, then as fellow pretend superheroes and to apply Band-Aids to skinned knees, and then, when they are teenagers, as a free personal Uber service or, once in a great while, for unexpected deep talks about the meaning of life.
I know what I did with my kids day after day, night after night, year over year, mattered so much. I won’t pretend to have everything figured out about life, but I did figure out the immeasurable value in being one link in a great chain of family, stretching back to our ancestors and continuing into the future, into whatever the world throws at us next.
1. What does the underlined phrase “screw up” in paragraph 2 mean?| A．Mess up. | B．Feel down. | C．Stay strong. | D．Get inspired. |
| A．Parenting books are essential for parents. |
| B．Strict parents are popular with their kids. |
| C．Disciplining kids is a way to show love. |
| D．Kids seldom understand parents’ intentions. |
| A．To share some parenting tips. |
| B．To stress the difficulty of parents. |
| C．To recall the growth of his kids. |
| D．To show the value of being a parent. |
| A．Fearful. | B．Stressed. | C．Proud. | D．Amused. |
It was a chilly morning in spring. Only a few people were around as I jogged through the park. Ahead was an elderly gentleman sitting on a wooden bench a few feet off the path. I was ready for a break to catch my breath and check my pulse. I sat next to him, looked at my watch, and started counting my heartbeats. After a few seconds, he interrupted my focus by asking how often I jogged. I responded without making eye contact, “Two or three times a week.” He attempted to engage me in the small talk that one engages in with a stranger.
His genuineness and comfortable smile eventually won me over, and soon we were talking about everything under the sun. We first discussed our favorite television programs, great places we had visited, meaningful moments in our lives, paths taken and not taken. Unexpectedly, we began revealing our politics, exchanging our different experiences as parents. He mentioned that his daughter and her ten-year-old son were coming to visit him in a couple of weeks; he hadn’t seen them for two years. How he looked forward to their visit! We chatted as if we had been friends for decades.
I think it was the chill that broke the moment between us. I looked down at my watch. What seemed like a half-hour had actually been three hours! We were totally unaware of time and place. We who were strangers had somehow become soul mates. We said our gentle farewells, “See you around,” smiling and waving as we parted. We knew we probably wouldn’t meet again.
Several days later, while putting newspapers into a recycling bin, I chanced to see the old man’s picture on the back page, in the obituaries (讣告): “Mr. – passed away yesterday… Please send donations to the Canadian Heart and Stroke Foundation.” Tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheeks as I drove home. I was also weeping for his daughter and her not having had that moment of closeness with him that I just had on that Sunday morning.
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1. 续写词数应为 150 左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Arriving home, I sat down and wrote her daughter a brief letter.
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It was almost eight months later when an envelope arrived.
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7 . My mother-in-law asked me to climb a mountain in her rural village. We went through tall and weedy expanse of grass, pulling ourselves up with the help of smooth bamboo trees. Weathered gray rocks dotted tracks only visible to an experienced hiker. The view we were rewarded with halfway up the mountain, fixing our eyes upon the colorful pieces of fields and whitewashed homes set against the deep green hills and a sky so blue that it looked digitally polished, was a side benefit of being there.
Our eyes were mostly on the wild eatable plants that grew on the mountainside. We first came upon the wild mountain bamboo, a plant that was the main part in my mother-in-law’s salted bamboo shoots that, once preserved, could be used all year long in cooking. Along the way, we also encountered another precious wild food — fiddlehead ferns (蕨菜). Those delicate leaves, when stir-fired, were a tasty treat. Once I had purchased fiddleheads at a market in the US. Yet there we were, picking this prized vegetable on our own, with only our labor as the cost.
What we had collected that afternoon looked the same as any other wild mountain bamboo shoots and fiddlehead ferns I had seen before in my mother-in-law’s kitchen. And yet, they felt different to me because I had used my own hands to help pick them and carry them back down the mountain. Spending time and energy gathering these wild plants gave me a deeper appreciation for the food that ends up on the dinner table.
“Many generations have kept this natural lifestyle. We depend on the mountains for our life,” my mother-in-law says. Those mountains and rivers supporting her life aren’t some abstract concept. They are right there, outside her door and within her rural village. Once I saw them through her angle that afternoon, I realized they are closer to me than I ever imagined.
1. Why was the author asked to climb a mountain?| A．To pull some bamboo trees. | B．To enjoy its beautiful scenery. |
| C．To get some wild vegetables. | D．To lake some digital pictures. |
| A．The fresh leaves. | B．The input of labor. |
| C．The rich nutrition. | D．The help from Mother-in-law. |
| A．Nature feeds villagers and sustains their life. |
| B．City people want to settle down in mountains. |
| C．Rural areas are inaccessible to some outsiders. |
| D．Farmers dream of changing the natural lifestyle. |
| A．Humorous. | B．Anxious. | C．Satisfied. | D．Tolerant. |
By good fortune, I was able to drift down the Motu River in New Zealand
The first journey
The guide on the second journey was very softlyspoken. It seemed that it would be
9 . I recently spent a week on the Greek island of Ikaria with my partner, exploring the secrets of the locals’ healthy and happy lifestyle. It was a (n)
One of the first things we
Food played a big role in their healthy lifestyle, too. The island’s Mediterranean diet
Exercise was also a big part of life for the native people on Ikaria. The hilly landscape provided plenty of opportunities for
| A．embarrassing | B．refreshing | C．surprising | D．creative |
| A．disadvantages | B．philosophies | C．functions | D．intentions |
| A．noticed | B．confirmed | C．recorded | D．assumed |
| A．ordinary | B．sudden | C．constant | D．illegal |
| A．seriously | B．slowly | C．quickly | D．personally |
| A．rest | B．lesson | C．ride | D．leave |
| A．expected | B．refused | C．managed | D．needed |
| A．appreciate | B．accept | C．provide | D．promote |
| A．makes out | B．stirs up | C．focuses on | D．adapts to |
| A．light | B．rich | C．hot | D．salty |
| A．tended | B．used | C．promised | D．decided |
| A．boating | B．skating | C．hiking | D．driving |
| A．Besides | B．Therefore | C．However | D．Overall |
| A．process | B．conduct | C．amount | D．pace |
| A．admire | B．copy | C．balance | D．measure |
10 . As a child, I was proud of my southern origin. My own voice reflected my family’s past and present-part northern Mississippi, part Tennessee, all southern. There was no sound I loved more than my grandmother’s accent: thick, sweet, warm.
While growing up, I began to realize outside of our region, southerners were often dismissed as uncultured and ignorant. I was ready to leave behind my tiny town in West Tennessee, starting a new life and jumping at big chances in some far-off cities. In that embarrassing space between “teen” and “adult”, my accent was a symbol of everything I thought I hated about my life in the rural South. I feared it would disqualify me from being a noted magazine writer. I would have to talk less “country”. So I killed a piece of myself. I’m ashamed of it, but I’m more ashamed that I tried to kill that part of someone else-change Emily’s accent.
I met Emily in college. She was determined to work for the student newspaper, which was where I spent most of my waking hours, and we became friends. She, unlike me, accepted her roots. Early in our friendship, her mother asked where I was from, assuming it was somewhere up north. Then I felt my efforts paid off and even wanted to ignore the mistake.
Emily is two years younger and she cared about my opinion. I advised her to be more like me and hide her signature Manchester accent. I stressed that throughout our college years, often by making fun of her vowel (元音) sounds. I told myself I was helping her achieve her dream of working as a reporter. Now, I see that it was actually about justifying my hiding part of myself.
Grandma Carolyn used to tell me, “Girl, don’t forget where you come from.” Now I truly understand that. Many things have faded from memory, but this sticks in my mind with uncomfortable clarity. Now that I am grown and have left the South, it’s important to me.
1. What made the author want to leave her hometown?| A．Appeal of convenience in cities. |
| B．Her dream of becoming a writer. |
| C．Outside prejudice against southerners. |
| D．Her desire for the northern accent. |
| A．Upset. | B．Pleased. | C．Ashamed. | D．Surprised. |
| A．To prove herself right. | B．To help Emily be a reporter. |
| C．To make herself influential. | D．To protect Emily’s self-dignity. |
| A．Stay true to your roots. | B．Never do things by halves. |
| C．Hold on to your dreams. | D．Never judge a person by his accent. |
