Bruce had a sweet tooth during his childhood, but it was not just sugary snacks that he desired. Being raised in a poor family was a bittersweet experience, but it gave him adaptability and ambition.
When Bruce was young, his mother would tell him that the candies in the store’s checkout line belonged to the cashier. She said that because she could not afford a 50-cent chocolate bar. Nevertheless, he saw through her trick and made a promise that he would grow up to be wealthy enough to buy what his family needed.
Bruce’s father worked hard to make money outside, so he spent less time at home. Instead of focusing on their economic instability, Bruce’s mother selflessly pushed her children to strive for success so that they could lead a more comfortable life later. She worked for long hours every night and struggled to pay the minimum due on her bills. Still, she would find time to read with Bruce and his sister, Alice. Their mother taught them the value of perseverance, education, and moral fibre. Despite lack of their father’s company, they were loved and nurtured just as much.
However, not all of life’s milestones were easy. Some, like moving and being helpless, left Bruce with an endless bitter taste. He had to deal with many problems when they moved into Maryland, several states away from their roots in Georgia, to make a living. The first few months were great: baseball games, family trips to the mall, dinners, movies, etc. It felt like they were the perfect family. Then things changed. Baseball games were too expensive, and trips to the mall were replaced with days Bruce and Alice spent isolated in the study.
As the brother and sister grew up, money was even tighter. They spent many years living in a very poor family setting. Even so, their mother inspired them to keep trying and working academically. They even cooperated with each other and developed a computer system. Alice was joking about patenting it someday. But as the saying goes, “Good things never come easy”, and success requires setbacks.
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One day, Bruce’s mother opened their study door and told them to pack.
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They eventually settled in Texas, and Bruce and Alice continued their academic efforts.
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2 . If there is one thing I have missed the most during the last year of the COVID-19 pandemic, it has been seeing other people smiling. When every face has a mask on it, you may feel
I have always seen every smile as a
Over the years I have learned a lot about
In fact,when you smile, it doesn’t matter whether you are
A.smaller | B.weaker | C.smarter | D.safer |
A.soul | B.body | C.head | D.eye |
A.light | B.tear | C.question | D.regret |
A.burden | B.blessing | C.loss | D.secret |
A.change | B.recipe | C.wish | D.treasure |
A.wisdom | B.curiosity | C.joy | D.understanding |
A.lives on | B.slows down | C.dies out | D.takes off |
A.dull | B.cheerful | C.shocking | D.hesitant |
A.normal | B.strange | C.rare | D.unique |
A.approved | B.responded | C.laughed | D.bargained |
A.failures | B.smiles | C.challenges | D.stories |
A.frequently | B.still | C.never | D.easily |
A.selling | B.purchasing | C.washing | D.wearing |
A.teeth | B.cars | C.fingers | D.feet |
A.Forget | B.Show | C.Seek | D.Award |
3 . The walls of our house were supposed to be white. But I never remember them being white. At first, they were grey, then turning black. My father was a coal worker. He made charcoal (木炭) in our house. Have you ever seen charcoal being made? The little bags you buy in the store for barbeque, they come from somewhere, and honestly, it’s a very dirty business.
I remember one day I was bagging up the charcoal with my dad, and it was really cold and raining. All we had was the tiny roof over our heads. After a few hours, I got to go to school, where it was warm. My dad stayed out there working, all day. If he didn’t sell that day, maybe we wouldn’t have enough to eat. I thought to myself: At some point, everything is going to change.
For this, I owe football everything. I started football early. I played so much football that every two months, my boots would break apart. When I was seven, I must have been pretty good, because I scored 64 goals for my neighborhood team. That year, my dad got a call from a coach saying they wanted me to play there. My dad asked, “Oh, it’s too far away. Nine kilometers. How will we get him there?” My mom said, “No, no, no! Don’t worry, I’ ll take him!” And that is when Graciela was born.
Graciela was an old yellow bicycle that my mother would use to drive me to training every day. It had a little basket in the front. Imagine this: A woman biking through town with a little boy on the back and a bag in the basket with his boots. Up hills. Down hills. Through the dangerous neighborhoods. In the rain. In the cold. In the dark. Graciela got us where we needed to go.
Nowadays people look on YouTube, watch the World Cup and see the results, but they don’t know the journey. They don’t know about my living room walls turning from white to black. They don’t know about my father working under a little roof. They don’t know about my mother riding Graciela through the rain and the cold.
1. Why did the walls of the author’s house turn black?A.His family wanted to change the look of their old house. |
B.The color black could cover up his father’s dirty business. |
C.The author often made indoor barbeques with the charcoal. |
D.There was a lot of coal dust created from his father’s work. |
A.Graciela was a yellow bicycle with a basket. |
B.Graciela was named after the author’s mother. |
C.Graciela was born when the author was nine. |
D.Graciela got the family wherever they wanted to go. |
A.Determined. | B.Confident. | C.Ambitious. | D.Easygoing. |
A.In time of test, family is best. | B.Happiness is a choice, not a result. |
C.One who fears failure limits his activities. | D.Behind every glory there is always a story. |
4 . I’ve had a string of bad luck lately. Last week my washing machine broke. I planned to fix it myself but soon
The moment I did, my
Remembering this helped me realize that I was looking at things in the
A.regretted | B.remembered | C.denied | D.appreciated |
A.usual | B.same | C.funny | D.amazing |
A.even | B.still | C.ever | D.already |
A.recognition | B.control | C.repair | D.compare |
A.sell | B.order | C.return | D.fix |
A.lied | B.cared | C.complained | D.argued |
A.memory | B.dream | C.doubt | D.fear |
A.covering | B.decorating | C.loading | D.equipping |
A.purify | B.remove | C.hold | D.absorb |
A.firmly | B.hurriedly | C.wildly | D.lovingly |
A.grateful | B.eager | C.sorry | D.responsible |
A.ideal | B.proper | C.wrong | D.traditional |
A.carried away | B.caught up | C.turned down | D.taken over |
A.purposes | B.duties | C.excuses | D.struggles |
A.matters | B.remains | C.works | D.happens |
5 . There are two things I hate about this time of year: out-of-tune caroling(圣诞颂歌)and bad Christmas cards. Or rather, holiday cards—bad taste isn’t limited to Christmas.
Why? I’ll get to that. But first, a little
So there you have it, a tradition
I’m a bit of a card snob(自命高雅). I make almost all my cards by hand and take time to write at least a few
Here’s my
A.expectation | B.history | C.biography | D.lecture |
A.took | B.carried | C.found | D.buried |
A.laboring | B.answering | C.referring | D.charging |
A.pulled up | B.hit upon | C.called on | D.drew up |
A.variety | B.postage | C.assistance | D.illustration |
A.nearly | B.simply | C.eagerly | D.precisely |
A.born | B.shared | C.raised | D.aroused |
A.ignorance | B.alternative | C.hatred | D.preference |
A.thought-out | B.cut-in | C.laid-off | D.made-up |
A.breakthrough | B.takeaway | C.drawback | D.payoff |
A.mere | B.shiny | C.rough | D.dull |
A.depth | B.detail | C.content | D.appeal |
A.requirement | B.determination | C.schedule | D.proposal |
A.pick out | B.turn to | C.care for | D.look after |
A.creatively | B.impressively | C.typically | D.originally |
Jack tossed(抛,扔)the papers on my desk—his eyebrows knit(皱眉)into a straight line as he glared at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He pointed at the proposal. “Next time you want to change anything, ask me first,” He said, turning on his heels and leaving me in anger.
How dare he treat me like that, I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar, something I thought I was paid to do.
It’s not that I hadn’t been warned. Other women who had worked my job before me called Jack names I couldn’t repeat. One coworker took me aside the first day. “He’s personally responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm,” she whispered.
As the weeks went by, I grew to hate Jack. His actions made me question much that I believed in, such as turning the other cheek and loving your enemies. I prayed about the situation, but to be honest, I wanted to put Jack in his place, not like him.
One day another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to lose my job if needed, but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Jack glanced up. “What?” he asked abruptly.
Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it.
I sat across from him and said calmly, “Jack, the way you’ve been treating me is wrong. I’ve never had anyone speak to me that way. As a professional, it’s wrong, and I can’t allow it to continue.”
Jack snickered(暗笑)nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed.
“I want to make you a promise. I will be a friend,” I said. “I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that. Everybody does. That’s what friends do.” I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.
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Jack avoided me the rest of the week.
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One year later, one day after my surgery for breast cancer, Jack stood awkwardly in the doorway of my small, darkened hospital room.
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7 . Two hours west of a perfectly sunny summer’s day in Clackamas, Oregon a foggy breeze awaited me on the Lincoln City coast. After a year of volunteering remotely with Ocean Blue Project, today is a long-awaited beach cleanup.
I didn’t expect to take away more than just trash from the beach cleanup. At first glance, the beach appears clean. However, beach cleanups require much more attention than a quick look over. Within just a couple of hours, 71 of us volunteers managed to pick up 171 pounds of debris. Actually, we’ve got much more than that.
Beach cleanups connect us to nature and provide an escape from the world for a little bit. They also provide a learning opportunity outside of the participation part. When you sit over a pile of—let’s face it—garbage, you pick out one by one the pieces left behind by others. You see first hand the impact we’re having on our environment and account for what is left behind the most. Each cigarette butt and plastic bottle sets the tone for how we should be approaching our everyday lives, which is to stop pollution.
Personally, the time spent by the ocean and away from my phone fills me with peace and calmness as I focus my attention only on the moment, looking for the little devils trying to pollute the ocean. With a pound or two less out of the ocean, I always feel a bit more optimistic about the world to come.
This boots-on-the-sand way of making a difference grants me a feeling of accomplishment and purpose. Rather than pondering the dire task of saving the planet or researching and writing ways to do so, I get to physically make a difference. And there’s nothing that can replace that instant gratification of making positive change for your community and your planet.
After the cleanup, my eyes are now expertly trained to spot loose trash and inorganic materials anywhere I step. Imagine what a huge difference we could all make collectively if we simply stopped and picked up that water bottle or wrapper off the ground instead of passing it by.
1. Which of the following can best describe the author’s first beach cleanup with Ocean Blue Project?A.Effortless and far-reaching. | B.Annoying but rewarding. |
C.Painstaking but fruitful. | D.Demanding and inefficient. |
A.Maintaining good physical health. |
B.Gaining great insight into oceans. |
C.Developing researching ways to save the earth. |
D.Improving our mental health. |
A.Satisfaction. | B.Gratitude. |
C.Impression. | D.Curiosity. |
A.What I’ve Learned from a Beach Cleanup |
B.How Well I Performed in a Beach Cleanup |
C.How Much Attention a Beach Cleanup Requires |
D.Why Volunteering with Ocean Blue Project Matters |
8 . My name is Maggie and I am a big red maple tree in the center of Central Park in New York. Every part of me is
One day, I see a big storm
Hours later, when the storm
A.perfectly | B.similarly | C.oddly | D.randomly |
A.wait | B.stop | C.hesitate | D.debate |
A.noises | B.trees | C.names | D.words |
A.heading | B.choosing | C.exploring | D.seeking |
A.angry | B.anxious | C.doubtful | D.wonderful |
A.front | B.corner | C.middle | D.back |
A.blows up | B.dies down | C.moves in | D.draws near |
A.if | B.how | C.why | D.when |
A.decide | B.stand | C.refuse | D.move |
A.picks out | B.looks for | C.falls into | D.tears off |
A.block | B.bother | C.dislike | D.disappoint |
A.friendly | B.voluntary | C.foolish | D.public |
A.feeding | B.recognizing | C.warning | D.protecting |
A.duties | B.worries | C.looks | D.hopes |
A.regret | B.wish | C.argue | D.remember |