It was the middle of winter some 30 years ago. I was a young father with three little children depending on me. My college education, however, wasn’t helping me to find a good job in our depressed area. My work as a teacher had dried up and now I was working in a saw mill (锯木厂) for just above the minimum wage.
As I got ready to go to work I wrapped band-aids (创可贴) around my fingers and put more in my pockets. Cutting and piling wood for 8 hours a day had caused my fingers to split and bleed at their tips in the cold, dry, winter air. Then I walked down to my car in the snow and hoped it would start.
That day at work was harder than normal. The machines kept breaking down. And we had to rush to catch back up as the wood piled up. On top of it all the heaters in the building weren’t working and we could see our breath as we spent hours chopping, piling, carrying, and packaging the hard wood flooring to be shipped out.
When the work day finally ended, I walked tiredly toward the time clock, took off my work gloves and inspected my aching fingers. The splits were worse than ever and I had bled through the band-aids again. I tried to straighten out but my bad back cramped (绞痛) up as I did. I started my car and drove back home. I looked at the snow and blinked back tears. I wondered how long I could keep doing this, if things would ever get any better, and why life was so hard.
I tried to put a smile on my face as I opened my front door, but instead one appeared naturally. My daughter ran up to me, yelling “Daddy”, and wrapped her little arms around my neck. I lifted her up and my heart exploded with love.
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My tired body didn’t feel so tired any more.
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“Happy birthday!” my wife greeted me warmly.
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2 . I still remember the days my grandmother used to take me on long walks along the summer grass. The sun was always shining on the small roots of the grass on the ground. I remember noticing how, even though the roots were small, they still managed to stick out. Even though there were other things that could attract people to the parts of the grass, somehow the mind always seemed to lead to the roots, or, more precisely, where it all started its origins.
I have learned to realize early on that if you come from a culture that is different from the mainstream culture, eventually you will have to choose. And sometimes, choosing isn’t an easy process. Growing up as a Korean American in the US, I have often felt the need to have to choose between the two cultures that I live by. Even with friends, I would be the outsider that is stuck somewhere in the middle.
On some days, I would choose to be the “white” version of myself, dyeing my hair blond, On other days, I would feel the need to relocate(迁移)to the Asian part of me. The part of me, also known as the “roots” of the grass, has always been kept hidden for whatever reason. Whenever I redye my own hair black, I get the feeling that I am preserving some of the roots that I may have left behind.
Sometimes, we just want to preserve those roots that we have kept hidden. We try extra hard to become “a part of”something we might have left behind. However, it is more meaningful if we allow that thing (culture in thin case) to become part of our daily lives. This way, we will become learn likely to forget “this” part of ourselves.
1. What did the author think of the roots of the grass on the ground?A.They were too small to be seen. |
B.They grew well in the summer daylight. |
C.They looked less attractive than the leaves. |
D.They were more likely to grab people’s attention. |
A.She would feel stuck between two cultures. |
B.She would feel desperate to share similarities with them. |
C.She would feel unconcerned with any culture. |
D.She would feel annoyed about their mainstream culture. |
A.To create a new self-image. |
B.To hide the Asian part of her. |
C.To preserve her cultural roots. |
D.To make her hair look natural. |
A.The way to preserve our cultural roots. |
B.The attitude we should hold to different cultures. |
C.When in Rome do as the Romans do. |
D.The longest journey begins with the first step. |
Willard P. Franklin was a skinny and short boy. From the first day he entered my junior-high classroom, he existed in his own world, shutting out his classmates and me, his teacher.
My attempts to develop a friendly relationship with him were always met with no reaction. Even a “Good Morning, Willard” received no reply. Willard was strictly a loner who seemed to have no desire or need to break his silence.
Shortly after the Thanksgiving holiday, we received word that we would collect money on Christmas for the less fortunate people in our school district. After collection, the school headteacher would show us a list of the poor families in our school and send the money to those who most needed help through the Christmas collection.
“Christmas is a season of giving,” I told my students. “There are a few students in the school who might not have a happy holiday season. By contributing to our Christmas collection, you will help to buy food, clothing and toys for these people in need. We’ll start the collection tomorrow. ”
When I called for the contributions the next day, I discovered that most of the students had forgotten except a few including Willard P. Franklin. Willard dug deep into his pants pockets as he walked up to my desk.
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Carefully, he dropped two quarters into the small container.
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When the headteacher passed me the list, I discovered Willard’s family was on the top.
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4 . Smith Justice and his son were coming back from the dentist, when they saw a homeless man in the road. Smith
Smith told his son what people saw as a good thing was not good enough to make a
A chain reaction of kindness
A.managed | B.promised | C.intended | D.agreed |
A.confused | B.doubtful | C.tense | D.hesitant |
A.normally | B.clearly | C.secretly | D.formally |
A.reaction | B.devotion | C.objection | D.solution |
A.out of sight | B.out of control | C.in the way | D.in the charge |
A.fortune | B.difference | C.name | D.commitment |
A.rolled down | B.reached for | C.looked through | D.lifted up |
A.check | B.card | C.cash | D.food |
A.matching | B.replacing | C.reflecting | D.showing |
A.changed | B.stopped | C.remained | D.started |
A.greet | B.smile | C.chat | D.donate |
A.remembered | B.realized | C.accepted | D.regretted |
A.reminded | B.comforted | C.praised | D.warned |
A.help | B.work | C.mean | D.matter |
A.Returning | B.Accepting | C.Spreading | D.Seeking |
5 . Wasted-time worry
The idea that time is our most precious resource can bring with it a sense of time-pressure. We are always told “Time is money and time is running out”, so we must manage it well. We take time-management courses, download the latest productivity app and divide our day into blocks, so our time is never wasted.
We need to shift away from trying to maximize our time and reduce our worry about wasting it. We don’t have to view every moment we don’t spend the way we expected to as a waste. There may be value in those moments too.
Then how much should we be working? Researchers say on most days, three to four hours of high-quality, focused mental work is about our maximum.
We often encounter empty time, throwing us into boredom, panic or anxiety, or add to our wasted-time worry.
A.Working beyond that can be a waste |
B.Working to maximum is the secret to success |
C.but the scraps of time that get lost in between |
D.We can simply appreciate the part they played in our life |
E.However, we need some hours in the day to waste as we wish |
F.We can simply set aside more moments for the work of the day |
G.Yet in our crazy attempts to account for every hour, we fall into wasted-time worry |
6 . A few weeks ago, my teenage daughter Lisa failed a test. The grade might stop her from qualifying for the next class she wants to take. There were tears and some complaints for a few minutes. Then I saw something interesting. She made a joke, expressed gratitude that she didn’t have bigger problems, and finally made a plan on how to make improvements.
She was never the same as she was one year ago. That one was unwilling to take responsibility. That one stayed in anger and blamed others. We expect our kids to learn and grow. We hope for it. However, most of us grow through adversity (逆境), even trauma (精神创伤). It happened to Lisa last year repeatedly. She searched for ways to get her bearings and equip herself when everything around her was changing by the day. Psychologists call it post-traumatic growth.
Trauma refers to an emotional response to a terrible event like an accident, attack, natural disaster, or other life-changing happenings. The growth after trauma doesn’t mean we get through challenges uninjured. It’s been a scary and painful time, for everyone, in one way or another. We may experience disbelief, depression, and even denial. As time moves on, people who have experienced trauma may have headaches or other physical symptoms, emotional ups and downs, and even relationship problems. Trauma does leave its irremovable marks.
However, in one study, researchers surveyed nearly 385 people who experienced financial difficulty during the pandemic. 88 percent of the people surveyed say they also have experienced some positive outcomes—They now have stronger family relationships and a greater appreciation of life.
1. What is Lisa like now when she fails?A.She tries to cover it. |
B.She is positive and adult. |
C.She acts unconcerned. |
D.She wants to make excuses. |
A.There is no sweet without sweat. |
B.Experience is the father of wisdom. |
C.Difficult situations are likely to make one stronger. |
D.Responsibility is often more important than ability. |
A.By analyzing existing data. |
B.By quoting a psychologist. |
C.By contrasting a person’s constant changes. |
D.By giving examples together with study results. |
A.It usually comes at a high price. |
B.It produces little negative feelings. |
C.It is one of the fastest ways to make improvements. |
D.It is growth that does both good and harm. |
7 . A passion for sewing has been in my family for several generations, and with a few lessons from my grandma and brother, I became pretty
When I was first
I began selling my items to my friends, and now I’m selling dresses as well! My
My family and friends have offered me their constant
My advice for anyone looking to start up their very own
A.nervous | B.confused | C.disappointed | D.confident |
A.permission | B.attempt | C.proposal | D.exhibition |
A.mastered | B.considered | C.created | D.remembered |
A.looking out | B.falling down | C.starting out | D.calming down |
A.perfect | B.attract | C.replace | D.praise |
A.excited | B.scared | C.surprised | D.tired |
A.particularly | B.eventually | C.apparently | D.previously |
A.debts | B.products | C.excuses | D.attitudes |
A.displayed | B.compared | C.sewn | D.shared |
A.support | B.politeness | C.curiosity | D.sympathy |
A.refuse | B.leave | C.change | D.manage |
A.aimless | B.educational | C.positive | D.embarrassing |
A.come across | B.deal with | C.wait for | D.insist on |
A.honored | B.satisfied | C.astonished | D.determined |
A.business | B.training | C.fashion | D.research |
It was the worst day ever. In fact, that’s what we named it, all caps:WORST DAY EVER. The exact date was March 19, 2007, and I’ll never forget it.
The day began as usual. My husband, Alan, a manager working for a national restaurant chain, entered his office in our home to participate in conference calls. From my spot in the kitchen, I could overhear his conversation with his boss. It turned out that my fears were confirmed. Alan’s position had been dismissed. I hugged my husband as my heart sank. What were we going to do? Would we lose our house if we couldn’t afford to pay our mortgage(按揭贷款)?“We’ll be fine, ”he said . “I know, ”I responded . But, frankly, neither of us was very convincing.
I wanted to crawl back in bed and pull the covers over my head, but I had to go to work. So, I quickly showered, dressed, and made my way to work. It was a few hours into my shift when I received a call from the doctor’s office. “You have cancer, ”he stated. “What?”It sounded like something completely ridiculous, since I was a positive and healthy runner. That day I forgot how I arrived home.
I thought about how wonderful things had been up until this day. Alan and I had enjoyed a happy life in our lovely suburban home. We loved our jobs, traveling and fancy dinners. It was all too good to last, I thought. Now it’s time to pay back for all those amazing years. I imagined hospital beds, my bald head and worse. I prepared myself for a future of coping(应对), or no future at all .
I cried and Alan held me in his arms. “Someday in the future, we’re going to write about today, ”he whispered in my ear, “and we’ll call it Worst Day Ever. ”
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In the following days, we both got right to work.
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After several months, our hard work eventually paid off.
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It’s Best To Just Be Yourself
There is nothing like being young and eager to meet a pretty girl. I was sixteen when it first happened. Her name was Mary; she was one grade ahead and the most beautiful girl in the entire school. I was smaller than the rest of the guys my age but had many friends. I would walk by her locker (储物柜), act cool and do just about anything to gain her attention.
Nothing worked.
I often pondered to myself, How would such a beautiful and amazing girl ever fall for a guy like me? I constantly thought that if I were a “cool guy,” she would eventually have to notice. Once, I “accidentally” dropped my letter jacket by her feet, just so she would note my varsity (校队) pins一and me.
She only laughed.
Then, at a weekend gathering one evening, she was there with all of her frightening friends. I decided that this had to be it; I couldn’t live with myself one second more without at least trying to talk to her. I checked my ego at the door and decided to be myself. She was alone outside for one moment, and all I can remember is that she was so incredibly beautiful it made me dizzy. I walked up to her and said, “Hi, I’m Mark. You seem really nice; can we talk? “My belly rolled with butterflies while my head rushed with anxiety.
Time stood still for a moment.
She replied, “I know who you are; you’re different when your friends aren’t around. “And then she smiled and said, “I’m walking up the street to meet a friend. Would you like to go? “I could hardly breathe: How could this beautiful girl ever talk to a guy like me? Needless to say, we walked and talked, and she was everything I thought she would ever be. We giggled about the world and how stupid our friends and we were.
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Then, to my amazement, she gave me her phone number.
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We two close friends later went on to separate world-class colleges and feelings between us faded.
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When I decided to major in English, I thought it would be fun. However, it turned out to be much
One of these was by William Wordsworth. It went, “The best portion(部分) of a good man’s life: his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.” The first time I read it, I was deeply impressed by the wisdom
What would happen if everyone followed Wordsworth’s wisdom and lived the best part of