1 . As a traveler with a disability, I have always avoided cruises. This expedition-style small-ship cruise changed my mind.
When our expedition leader
In fact, the possibility of
Our visit there wasn’t about what we could do or see. It was an opportunity to just be—to exist in a brief
A.knew | B.announced | C.remembered | D.replied |
A.living | B.return | C.landing | D.mark |
A.failing | B.choosing | C.struggling | D.hoping |
A.Instead | B.Finally | C.Thus | D.Otherwise |
A.strategic | B.remote | C.favorable | D.central |
A.set foot on | B.fell victim to | C.kept track of | D.gained control of |
A.constructions | B.conditions | C.descriptions | D.distributions |
A.unwanted | B.unsecured | C.unplanned | D.unauthorized |
A.mistakenly | B.nervously | C.routinely | D.happily |
A.walk | B.flight | C.ride | D.path |
A.dampen | B.share | C.convey | D.fuel |
A.changed | B.lost | C.fought | D.made |
A.in response to | B.in view of | C.in contrast to | D.in defense of |
A.moment | B.experiment | C.glance | D.ceremony |
A.value | B.need | C.miss | D.experience |
2 . Before setting out on her journey, Shirley led an elegant and peaceful life in the quiet countryside. Little did she
Regardless of her prior unwillingness, Shirley’s
Her ideal, to prove her
As her journey
A.expect | B.imply | C.acknowledge | D.decide |
A.security | B.comfort | C.relief | D.fear |
A.combination | B.patience | C.association | D.familiarity |
A.sufferings | B.protests | C.conflicts | D.dangers |
A.determined | B.excited | C.satisfied | D.inspired |
A.advantage | B.point | C.cost | D.worth |
A.exceptional | B.initial | C.fundamental | D.common |
A.brought about | B.came across | C.cut through | D.set off |
A.Conquered by | B.Contrary to | C.Content with | D.Concerned about |
A.creativity | B.courage | C.curiosity | D.care |
A.controlled | B.persuaded | C.astonished | D.disappointed |
A.accessed | B.acquired | C.approached | D.achieved |
A.leaving | B.digging | C.coming | D.stepping |
A.recognition | B.gratitude | C.respect | D.dependence |
A.changed | B.excused | C.relaxed | D.freed |
3 . Moving forces us to face the extraneous. File cabinets and drawers stuffed to the brim, boxes piled high in the backs of closets — why keep letters and cards that we never re-read? One card with my grandmother’s handwriting should be enough.
An unnerving yet productive strategy is to envision someone dealing with the piles of papers if you suddenly weren’t here. You instantly realize that most of your accumulation will one day be thrown into a recycling bin. The things you are saving as reminders of your past are useless to others. Sure, you may value what you keep, but worth is essentially all in your head.
In a real sense, to throw things away is to prepare to die. This is not a gloomy declaration but rather an enlivening recognition of the freedom that follows when we take ourselves less seriously. It’s the same as looking at a sky full of stars and feeling the relief of being tiny and unimportant. Awareness of the briefness of our time on earth and the impermanence of both our attachments and our sufferings can become a powerful basis for clearing things and emotions alike.
A few years ago, dear friends were called home from work to a big fire. They watched as their house burned to the ground, despite the efforts of several fire crews. Everything material, cherished things, and accumulations were reduced to ashes —clothes, photo albums, furniture, paintings, books, boxes of old letters, the piano.
By nightfall, what they had left were the clothes they had worn that day and the photos they had kept at their workplaces. At first, they felt completely collapsed, but once they emerged from the initial shock and grief, they were sustained by a lot of love from family and friends. They were alive, and this is what really mattered. It is astonishing to discover how little weight our possessions carry in this calculus of true necessity.
1. What does the underlined word “extraneous” mean in Paragraph 1?A.Invaluable. | B.Irrelevant. | C.Suitable. | D.Necessary. |
A.It’s useless. | B.It’s essential. | C.It’s personal. | D.It’s recyclable. |
A.By recognizing the burden of freedom. | B.By letting oneself fade into insignificance. |
C.By being aware of the preciousness of time. | D.By treasuring the attachments and sufferings. |
A.To demonstrate the cruelty of a fire. | B.To stress the weight our possessions carry. |
C.To emphasize the importance of love from friends. | D.To show the insignificance of our possessions. |
4 . A son and his father are walking on the mountains.
He looks to his father and asks: “What’s going on?” The father smiles and says: “My son, pay attention.” Again the man screams: “You are a
Our life is
A.Finally | B.Suddenly | C.Apparently | D.Secretly |
A.repeating | B.laughing | C.trembling | D.dropping |
A.Excited | B.Disappointed | C.Proud | D.Curious |
A.introduction | B.explanation | C.answer | D.analysis |
A.voice | B.father | C.son | D.wind |
A.loser | B.champion | C.stranger | D.student |
A.moved | B.upset | C.surprised | D.angered |
A.admits | B.complains | C.adds | D.explains |
A.unfortunately | B.really | C.luckily | D.naturally |
A.away | B.out | C.back | D.off |
A.simply | B.likely | C.hardly | D.otherwise |
A.appreciate | B.create | C.cherish | D.purchase |
A.hide | B.share | C.improve | D.use |
A.applies to | B.begins with | C.goes against | D.looks like |
A.PRIDE | B.REFLECTION | C.TRADITION | D.SURVIVAL |
5 . Twenty-five years ago, we were on a family vacation, driving to see family in New York State. Mom and Dad, probably looking for ways to keep their two young kids busy, borrowed a sign about fifteen inches long and three inches high. On one side of the sign was painted “Smile” and on the other side “Thanks”. The sign got a lot of use on the trip. One of us would hold up the sign, so a car behind us could read “Smile”. If they did, we turned the sign over and they got the reward of “Thanks”.
The smile lesson is important, but no more so than the other side, the thanks! Playing this driving game was one of the many ways my parents taught me the importance and value of gratitude, most easily expressed with a simple thank you.
The story goes that a farmer took some of his corn to the State Fair and won the blue ribbon, for the best corn. A reporter asked him what he was going to do with the prized ears of grain he was holding. He said that he would share the seed with his neighbors. The reporter was surprised and asked, “Why would you want to do that?” The farmer calmly answered: “Don’t you know? The wind picks up pollen (花粉) from the ripening corn and blows it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily worsen the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”
So it is with smiling. You are the wind. You can produce smiling faces by spreading your pollen. The cost to you is slight, but the fruits of your pollen will be felt all around.
1. What is the purpose of the author’s family trip 25 years ago?A.To influence others in a fun way. | B.To play a driving game together. |
C.To drive to another city to visit family. | D.To go on a family vacation on the road. |
A.To keep them fit. | B.To teach them a lesson. |
C.To gain people’s gratitude. | D.To make other drivers laugh. |
A.the importance of passing kindness | B.the necessity to keep good relationship |
C.the significance of expressing gratitude | D.the pleasure of sharing with other people |
A.The influence of smiles. | B.The work you are doing. |
C.The reason for your smiles. | D.The people you smile at. |
Trust your bad luck
Before this time, I usually buy a first class train ticket. That is necessary! Because this is one of the most crowded and poorest region in the world, I am afraid that there are no seats in the general class. Unluckily, this time I was running late. I was informed there was no first class seating available, so I was forced to buy a general ticket.
The general coach was extremely crowded. Smell of sweat and sighs from tired bodies troubled me. I stepped over people sitting on the floor, asking them to make a little space for me to stand, but nobody moved. Finally, I had to shout at two poor people to make a standing place near the gate for me. As several hours passed, I continued changing the pressure on my legs, one by one, to ease the pain of standing. The entire time, I cursed(咒骂) in my heart, “Damn! Bad luck has ruined my day!”
Suddenly, at about 3 am, a strange sound woke me up. I scanned the coach. Everyone was sleeping. Hadn’t anyone else heard it? Beside the train gate, I noticed an empty space. That space wasn’t there before. I’d know it. For the entire journey, I’d stood just four meters from that gate. If there had been a space, I would have taken it. My mind raced. No! A young man was sleeping there just now. I shouted, “Pull the emergency chain!” I was nowhere near the chain.
A group of people awoke in surprise. “What’s going on?” They quizzed. “I think someone accidentally fell off the train.” I replied. Those men sitting near the chain stared wide-eyed, motionless, for fear of facing a fine or punishment. So I struggled through the crowd, reached for that emergency chain and pulled it. Finally, the train stopped.
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Within seconds, a policeman rushed forward, “Who touched the emergency chain?”
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It was the young man! He was lying alongside the track, injured.
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7 . It had been forty years since I graduated from high school, but the staircase haunted my memories. The concrete steps led up to the Smiley Building. I climbed those steps several times each day to get to math class or visit my locker.
Boys would sit on both sides of the staircase, rating the girls on a scale of I to 10 as we walked by. If they thought a girl was ugly, they barked. Every time I walked, the barks and laughter rang in my ears. “Just ignore them,” my mother advised. And I did. Just on the surface.
Eventually, I graduated, got accepted to college, launched a rewarding career, got married and raised two amazing boys. But when I looked in the mirror, the doubts returned.
Then I got an invitation to my fortieth high school reunion. “Why would you go back there? I thought you didn’t like high school.” My brother complained. I didn’t, but I wanted to show the boys that I had all the things they’d made me feel I wasn’t worthy of. I put on my favorite blouse, touched up my make—up, and steeled myself for the Friday night opening reception.
Maybe it’s true that memory is the first thing to go. People greeted me politely, drinks in hand, flattering me with “You haven’t changed at all.” I’d look at the face and study the name-tag with the graduation photo, but it didn’t ring a bell most of the time. Was I at the wrong reunion? No, some women remembered my mother being their Girl Scout leader. Others had kind things to say about my father, a local college professor.
My planned speech wilted (萎靡不振) on my lips. Instead, I chatted breezily about my new life. People were nice enough, but aside from a couple of friends, I felt like I was talking to strangers.
It was pointless to feel angry at people I couldn’t even recognize. I was only hurting myself by replaying those memories in my mind. I knew I needed to forgive and move on.
1. Why couldn’t the author ignore the boys’ laughter?A.She fell into self-doubt. |
B.She had an ugly appearance. |
C.Her mother kept reminding her. |
D.The boys’ laughter were impressive. |
A.Called old classmates. | B.Dressed herself up. |
C.Argued with her brother. | D.Renewed her closet. |
A.People treated the author impolitely. |
B.The author found herself in a wrong reunion. |
C.Everyone present received a graduation photo. |
D.The author failed to recognize many of her classmates. |
A.Excited. | B.Relieved. | C.Annoyed. | D.Hopeless. |
8 . So, I did it. I moved back home, despite all the disapproval. I left my good job, my relationship, and the endless opportunities.
Some people questioned me, “Why did you move back?” It was hard at first to admit that I liked being home, and that, actually, I didn’t prefer New York City (as so many people do). But after time, it became easier and less of an issue. And when they asked me why I moved back home, I confidently said, “Because I wanted to.” Many people welcomed me back into the community.
The first few months home were the most relaxing of my life. Every day I wake up to birds chirping, and sunlight coming in from the window-no traffic sounds or people screaming on the streets. It sounds like a Disney movie, but it’s so true! There is something about the air here-it’s clean. It smells good. I can also see the Grand Mesa (the largest flat-top mountain in the world) from my bedroom window. My work commute (通勤) is a four-minute car ride. And on summer nights, my favorite thing to do is watch the sunset from my porch because it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I’ve been home for almost three years now, much to the surprise of my friends and family. Some friends even made bets on how long “this” would last. So far, I’m winning. But since I’ve been home my life has flourished. I realized that home, for me, is a place that inspires me. Because before, in the city, I felt like I had to compete with everyone to get ahead. Many times, forgetting what I was “fighting” for, I was clouded in competition and not passion. I lost touch with the other parts of myself, never quite realizing that the quiet country life provided that to me.
By coming home, I found myself again, the true me. I didn’t expect a city to give me opportunities because I could make my own.
1. Why does the author mention “a Disney movie” in Paragraph 3?A.To introduce a new topic. | B.To provide more details. |
C.To give a vivid description. | D.To support an argument. |
A.By staying home longer than expected. | B.By getting used to country life quickly. |
C.By wining competitions at workplace. | D.By leading a better life than in the city. |
A.Bad work relations. | B.Few job opportunities. |
C.Longer work commute. | D.Too much competition. |
A.The goal she was fighting for. | B.Living to be her true self. |
C.The chance of getting ahead of others. | D.A more comfortable life. |
9 . Eric loses his dog, Nova, on a walk. She has pulled the leash (绳子) from his hand in
A week later, a beautiful woman named Vanessa shows up at Eric’s front door. She has Nova. After Nova and Eric reconnect in a chaotic,
A couple of months go by. While driving on his way to pick up Vanessa, Eric is T-boned at full speed by a distracted driver who
The next day, the doctor comes into Eric’s room and tells him they have found a tumor (肿瘤) in his brain. “
This
A.pursuit | B.memory | C.defense | D.control |
A.brings | B.notifies | C.alerts | D.encourages |
A.answer | B.luck | C.wonder | D.way |
A.easy-going | B.far-reaching | C.heart-warming | D.ever-lasting |
A.check it out | B.leave it behind | C.pick it up | D.hit it off |
A.approached | B.encountered | C.ran | D.spotted |
A.knocked | B.pushed | C.beaten | D.carried |
A.accuses | B.convinces | C.informs | D.relieves |
A.tumor | B.spin | C.shot | D.injury |
A.determine | B.react | C.compare | D.prevent |
A.Unexpectedly | B.Occasionally | C.Fortunately | D.Normally |
A.accident | B.scars | C.symptoms | D.disasters |
A.rare | B.original | C.deadly | D.harmless |
A.schedule | B.chain | C.type | D.circle |
A.chance | B.misfortune | C.checkup | D.belief |
10 . In one’s lifetime, especially during adolescence when mental maturity is yet to be achieved, everyone is likely to make some foolish mistakes that will be remembered for a lifetime. The way parents
When I was ten years old, I got really angry one day and ended up breaking my favorite pen. Instead of scolding me, my parents chose a different
In the beginning, I couldn’t understand why they didn’t yell at me or punish me
The silence from my parents
Time
A.put off | B.give in | C.lead to | D.deal with |
A.approach | B.career | C.punishment | D.expectation |
A.unique | B.expensive | C.damaged | D.magic |
A.practical | B.powerful | C.well-organized | D.challenging |
A.directly | B.gently | C.quietly | D.openly |
A.secretly-promoted | B.newly-invented | C.highly-recommended | D.ill-considered |
A.catch up with | B.in terms of | C.take control of | D.team up with |
A.whispered | B.spoke | C.shouted | D.remained |
A.essential | B.rough | C.average | D.satisfactory |
A.reflect | B.fight | C.scream | D.dream |
A.freezes | B.flies | C.talks | D.cures |
A.happiness | B.imagination | C.regret | D.creativeness |
A.planed | B.bought | C.set | D.taught |
A.drew | B.compared | C.terrified | D.shaped |
A.pens | B.consequences | C.parents | D.people |