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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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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2 . 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. |
3 . 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 |
4 . 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. |
5 . Traveling itself is an experience hard to be described in words.
Having grown up and lived all my life in a single place, I had a small set of friends since my school days which continued till my college days.
I totally agree that traveling with family and friends is fun and enjoying. But traveling alone is satisfying too. It’s among those few things that you do for yourself and nobody else.
A.I want to experience more. |
B.But all this changed with my first solo trip. |
C.I never thought I would travel alone in my life. |
D.I was so scared when I went to school first time. |
E.Every journey prepares you for the journey of life. |
F.The farther you travel, the more independent you become. |
G.After all you need to take care of yourself a bit too at times. |
6 . Many years ago, I was living with my best friend and we had many happy moments together. But there was one night that
On the night of November 25, 2011, I got into a fistfight with my best friend in our kitchen. It all started because I was trying to help him. He was drinking a lot, arguing with everyone and
I thought alcohol
That Christmas my friend didn’t have any place to go, so I invited him home to my parents’ house in Lancaster. They
That year my friend and I both received gifts that we would
A.defined | B.inspired | C.created | D.changed |
A.defending | B.separating | C.protecting | D.locking |
A.communication | B.investigation | C.exploration | D.promotion |
A.put up | B.take away | C.break out | D.call off |
A.talking | B.crying | C.fighting | D.laughing |
A.access | B.addition | C.abuse | D.affection |
A.look | B.break | C.drive | D.carry |
A.time | B.holiday | C.gift | D.family |
A.happily | B.generally | C.formally | D.hurriedly |
A.awake | B.asleep | C.available | D.absorbed |
A.generosity | B.curiosity | C.ability | D.creativity |
A.admitted | B.realized | C.recognized | D.accepted |
A.exchange | B.present | C.treasure | D.appreciate |
A.day | B.test | C.skill | D.eye |
A.kind | B.grateful | C.blessed | D.healthy |
7 . Camping is a rite of passage (成人仪式) if you grow up in Canada. It’s a child’s first
Then I
Then I overheard a(n)
My friends and I
I wasn’t just leaving, having accomplished something I
A.attempt | B.taste | C.proposal | D.target |
A.odd | B.awkward | C.amazing | D.rough |
A.grew | B.observed | C.turned | D.recalled |
A.involving | B.surviving | C.abandoning | D.experiencing |
A.Overall | B.Moreover | C.Somehow | D.Therefore |
A.argument | B.debate | C.conversation | D.quarrel |
A.explained | B.insisted | C.prayed | D.interrupted |
A.mercy | B.empathy | C.faith | D.preference |
A.set up | B.beat down | C.drew on | D.rose to |
A.shot up | B.slowed down | C.broke out | D.put off |
A.swinging | B.bouncing | C.rolling | D.twinkling |
A.curious | B.enthusiastic | C.upset | D.desperate |
A.barely | B.constantly | C.ultimately | D.merely |
A.foundation | B.appreciation | C.resolution | D.recognition |
A.contrast | B.attitude | C.priority | D.exposure |
8 . We were five minutes into the worst turbulence(湍流) I’d ever experienced — approaching Boston’s Logan International Airport in a severe winter storm — when I
“Sure. My name is Sue,” the woman replied, smiling warmly. Then the plane moved forward and sideways violently, and I
When Sue took my hand on that scary
When we said goodbye, I gave Sue a big hug and my
A.knocked into | B.turned to | C.quarreled with | D.apologized to |
A.exhausted | B.embarrassed | C.desperate | D.nervous |
A.requested | B.advocated | C.declared | D.ordered |
A.relief | B.fear | C.joy | D.thrill |
A.scarcely | B.occasionally | C.deliberately | D.significantly |
A.cultural | B.nonverbal | C.open | D.fair |
A.enjoy | B.allow | C.miss | D.resist |
A.Frequently | B.Briefly | C.Actually | D.Directly |
A.afternoon | B.seat | C.board | D.flight |
A.securely | B.riskily | C.merrily | D.despairingly |
A.number | B.address | C.money | D.appreciation |
A.pleased | B.curious | C.hesitant | D.scared |
A.lifted | B.scratched | C.squeezed | D.stamped |
A.learned | B.denied | C.teased | D.assumed |
A.relative | B.stranger | C.steward | D.acquaintance |
9 . It was a beautiful midwinter day in Pretoria. The sun shone warmly, and the air was fresh, calling us outdoors. A friend and I went for a walk up a small hill. Everywhere around us the grass was a dull brown color, as if painted with a dirty brush. I told my thought to my friend who, in reply, drew from his coat a pocket microscope. Bending down, he picked some of the ugly-colored growth and handed it to me with the microscope. I could hardly believe my eyes, for suddenly I was looking at some shining tiny flowers of lovely color. It seemed strange that so much beauty should be so hidden, a secret life carried on by nature beneath a dull exterior (外表).
Some days later, while I was at the hospital where I worked, a woman entered with three children. Her hair hung in untidy wisps round a face whose uncared-for skin looked dried and dull. She sat down and waited her turn with the patience of the poor. The children gradually gathered courage and made braver explorations as time went by. Suddenly the little girl overbalanced and fell. Both her brothers, a little bigger than her, rushed anxiously to her aid. When the child fell, the mother had at first started up in alarm, but when she saw that the child was not really hurt and that her brothers were caring for her with such love, her eyes grew soft and a look of such indescribable love passed over her face — once again I looked at great beauty.
Beauty lies on every side; we must develop our own microscopes of perception ( 感知能力) in order to look through the physical exterior which, like the grass-covered hillside, conceals a beauty still hidden from our eyes.
1. Why did the author and his friend go for a walk up a small hill?A.To enjoy the beauty of the day. | B.To test his friend’s microscope. |
C.To find hidden beauty on the hill. | D.To check the growth of the grass. |
A.Her kindness. | B.Her strong will. |
C.Her patience as a patient. | D.Her great love as a mother. |
A.Nature can teach us a lot. | B.The poor have a soft heart. |
C.We should learn to find hidden beauty. | D.We should never look down upon the poor. |
A.Steals. | B.Covers. | C.Freezes. | D.Exposes. |
10 . About a month ago I noticed something really amazing, which I must call a garden miracle(奇迹). It so happened that when I
How was this
I can’t help feeling
For one thing, I am moved by the happenstance(巧合) of the whole thing. If I had
But there’s something else that
When it comes to positivity, a little goes a long way. Just ask my little miracle plant.
1.A.approached | B.shut | C.opened | D.knocked |
A.need | B.provide | C.receive | D.keep |
A.sticks | B.branches | C.roots | D.flowers |
A.essential | B.possible | C.significant | D.different |
A.stepped aside | B.stepped away | C.looked down | D.looked around |
A.request | B.enable | C.instruct | D.intend |
A.excited | B.puzzled | C.amazed | D.amused |
A.put | B.found | C.measured | D.missed |
A.broad | B.soft | C.strong | D.narrow |
A.pulled out | B.cared for | C.thought about | D.brought in |
A.requires | B.cheers | C.inspires | D.changes |
A.attention | B.warmth | C.time | D.effort |
A.expecting | B.imagining | C.doubting | D.saying |
A.experience | B.do | C.accept | D.remember |
A.water | B.encouragement | C.sunshine | D.support |