1 . For 18 years, I’ve feared the yearly event of writing a “vision statement (愿景宣言)” for our son, Ethan. He has autism (自闭症). In theory, the vision statement is a lovely idea — an opportunity for parents to express the future they plan for their child five years down the road. In reality, as Ethan grew up and his limitations became clearer, I found it harder every year to write the short paragraph.
This year, as Ethan completed his final year in the school system, we signed Ethan up to work at a local farm that employs young adults with disabilities assuming it would go the way he always has. He’d be interested at first, then bored, and then — because he was bored — silly and unsafe around the equipment in a way that would get him removed from the program. It was his pattern and if there’s anything we’ve learned, autistic kids love repeating their patterns.
Surprisingly, after a year, we were told he’d made it onto a landscaping team. “What do you do in the team?” we asked. Eth an listed a few machines we assumed he was watching other people operate. We’ve lived with Ethan for 21 years. We know his limitations.
At our last meeting for the vision statement, a man from the farm read a report on Ethan. Ethan was operating those machines, safely and effectively, along with the final line: “Ethan makes us laugh every day.” I could hardly believe it.
Ethan wrote his own vision statement this year. He read it aloud:
“I plan to work at Prospect Meadow Farm until I retire and live. at home with my family as long as I can. My goals for the future are to learn how to drive a lawn mower (割草机).”
I had tears in my eyes. Not simply because Ethan had made his own entirely reasonable vision statement, but because it involved the part of his present life that brings him joy. After years of making up visions for a future we never honestly thought possible, Ethan was offering one that was both hopeful and extremely simple: I want my life to keep looking the way it does NOW.
1. How did the author feel about writing a vision statement for her son?| A．It was difficult. | B．It was boring. |
| C．It was annoying. | D．It was embarrassing. |
| A．To show her concern for Ethan’s safety. |
| B．To show her familiarity with autistic kids. |
| C．To show her low expectations for Ethan’s farm job. |
| D．To show her special responsibility as Ethan’s parent. |
| A．He went beyond his limits. |
| B．He made silly mistakes. |
| C．He liked watching others working. |
| D．He could hardly get along with others. |
| A．Success is built on failure. |
| B．Never lose faith in your high goals. |
| C．Family support helps to develop confidence. |
| D．The future should look like the best parts of the present. |
2 . Even when you have confidence in yourself, your goals will sometimes seem out of reach. When that happens, get hold of the people who
When I was younger, I
Early in my
Even now, I
| A．refer to | B．depend on | C．learn from | D．believe in |
| A．quit | B．struggled | C．regretted | D．argued |
| A．responsibilities | B．dreams | C．opportunities | D．doubts |
| A．stopped | B．admitted | C．allowed | D．considered |
| A．tracked | B．recommended | C．accompanied | D．encouraged |
| A．serious | B．possible | C．hard | D．necessary |
| A．request | B．unwillingness | C．inability | D．attempt |
| A．difficulties | B．options | C．aims | D．standards |
| A．career | B．experiment | C．business | D．recovery |
| A．foolishly | B．simply | C．wisely | D．bravely |
| A．original | B．familiar | C．typical | D．positive |
| A．looking into | B．taking down | C．dealing with | D．pointing out |
| A．introduce | B．remind | C．guarantee | D．warn |
| A．experience | B．describe | C．compare | D．limit |
| A．probably | B．fortunately | C．obviously | D．importantly |
3 . What makes a house a home?
Not size, of course. I’ve been in some of the grandest houses in America, and it’s clear that no one lives there earlier this year, I had dinner in a mud hut in Ethiopia, where we sat on chairs next to the hostess’ bed—a home that had more warmth than any house I’ve been in since.
Now John Edwards is exploring what makes a house a home in his just-released (发行) Home. The Blueprints of Our Lives. There Edwards writes, “This isn’t a book about houses; it’s a book about homes. About the values they rest on, the dreams they are filled with, and the people they have shaped.” Edwards writes, “The houses and circumstances are different, but much of what you find inside will be familiar.”
Whether you’re sitting in an airport right now, waiting to fly to your childhood home for Thanksgiving, or in your own home waiting for the relatives to arrive, you know what he’s talking about.
We’ve lived in our townhouse for 21 years. It’s home now. The loose windows that shake in the wind. The fireplace so shallow it holds only one log. The kitchen window that offers a view of the world passing by. It’s where friends sit on the kitchen counter drinking wine while dinner is being fixed. I lived there for only 18 years, but it will always be my true home. Even the lamp in the west living room window, which I could see far down the road when driving home late at night, still shines.
While all this talk about childhood memories can be warm and comforting, home is whom you’re with, not where you are. As Edwards writes, “Home is family. Home is safety. Home is faith. ”
Happy homecoming.
1. According to the author, what makes a house a home?| A．All the belongings in the house. |
| B．Feelings of warmth and comfort. |
| C．The houses and circumstances. |
| D．Drinking with friends on the kitchen counter. |
| A．it was the description of Edwards’ houses |
| B．it is mainly about houses |
| C．it helps us understand the concept (概念) of home |
| D．it was written by the author of the text |
| A．His house was too old to live in. | B．He missed the feeling of home. |
| C．He hated living there. | D．He missed his old friends too much. |
Once upon a time, in a small town located near the edge of a vast forest, two adventurous souls named John and David had long been keen to go deep into the heart of nature. One day, armed with their backpacks, they determined to explore the forest. The villagers had warned them to stick to the main path, cautioning that there could be hunters’ traps elsewhere, but the appeal of the charming forest was too great to resist.
As they confidently ventured deeper into the forest, its beauty unfolded before their eyes. An hour later, driven by the hunger for the unknown, they made a decision to take the less-traveled path, making marks along the way carefully as they went. For another two hours, they observed various flowers, took pictures of strange-shaped rocks and marveled at the breathtaking scenery. The forest seemed to be a world of its own, untouched by human presence. Everything appeared so beautiful.
However, little did they know that danger was hidden under their feet. As they went further, they realized that their phones had lost signal, and they were completely cut off from the outside world. Suddenly, John stepped forward and felt the ground gave way beneath him. Before he knew it, he had fallen into a hidden pit(深坑), his leg trapped by the wooden spikes(尖刺) lining the bottom. Pain shot through his body as he cried out for help.
Upon hearing John’s crying out in pain, David quickly ran to the edge of the pit, desperately trying to find a way to pull his friend out. However, his efforts were in vain. “John, are you okay? Can you move your leg?” asked David worriedly. John winced in pain as he tried to move his injured leg, “I think I’ve hurt my leg, David. It aches a lot.” “It’s going to be okay, John,” David comforted him, “I’ll find a way to get you out of here!” With no phone signal and nightfall approaching, David knew he had to act fast.
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He couldn’t pull John out of the pit, so he decided to get out and seek help.
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Together, they journeyed back to where John awaited rescue.
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5 . Five years ago, I got an email from a well-known professor in my field in March. He invited me to
One night, my mother came up to my room, asking softly, “Have you
However, two months later, the doctor announced my mother might
When looking back today, I feel
| A．interview | B．account | C．search | D．allow |
| A．apply for | B．stare at | C．focus on | D．refer to |
| A．burned | B．canceled | C．considered | D．completed |
| A．described | B．replied | C．shouted | D．judged |
| A．creative | B．specific | C．strange | D．similar |
| A．task | B．interest | C．freedom | D．achievement |
| A．debate | B．explain | C．sweat | D．survive |
| A．according to | B．except for | C．because of | D．rather than |
| A．summarized | B．realized | C．pretended | D．stressed |
| A．shocked | B．worried | C．honored | D．determined |
| A．Unluckily | B．Uncertainly | C．Suddenly | D．Quietly |
| A．aid | B．joy | C．offer | D．hope |
| A．regretful | B．grateful | C．ready | D．lonely |
| A．comment | B．loss | C．progress | D．supply |
| A．understand | B．breathe | C．remind | D．return |
6 . The stands were always filled with family members to support their favorite players. I attended each of my son’s games. His father worked nights for years, and missed out on most of his games. My son Jorden knew if his dad could, he would be there sitting right beside me.
When Jorden was younger, some family members would occasionally come to watch. But gradually they stopped showing up. Never once did Jorden lead me to believe that this bothered him, but apparently it did. It wasn’t until when he was asked to give a speech at his baseball event that he made it very clear not only to me but a room filled with over 150 people just how important it is to have extra fans in the stands.
His speech was anything but like I thought it would be. It wasn’t short and bittersweet. It wasn’t his quick thank you to his coaches and teammates. He poured his heart out, saying he seldom had grandparents, aunts or uncles coming to support him. He was grateful that his teammates’ family members showed up to support not just their own loved ones but the entire team of boys. Clearly Jorden desired more than just me. Never did I ever think my son would be hurting inside as he looked out to the bleachers to see only me at each and every game.
As he struggled to get each word out through tears, I promised I would attend as many events of the children around as I possibly could. There was no way I could allow another child to feel what my son was feeling. This small simple gesture would mean so much to any child. Neither Jorden nor I was upset with those who never attended his games. Jorden just wanted someone else besides me to witness his craft in action. I understand all of our lives become complicated and that everyone is busy with their own children and jobs that may not allow them as much free time as they’d like.
1. What do we know about Jorden’s father?| A．He had long been misunderstood by Jorden. |
| B．He had few chances to attend Jorden’s games. |
| C．He managed to be with Jorden in every game. |
| D．He had made excuses to miss Jorden’s games. |
| A．His ambition to win the championship. |
| B．His gratitude to his mother and coaches. |
| C．His complaint about his family members. |
| D．His desire for support from more people. |
| A．Depressing. | B．Complicated. | C．Astonishing. | D．Absurd. |
| A．She tried to be actively involved in children’s games. |
| B．She promised not to miss out on games of every child. |
| C．She offered to invite many relatives to Jorden’s games. |
| D．She decided to lead Jorden to trust his family members. |
7 . If someone asked whether you like the arts, you’d probably say you do—at least in theory. According to a survey, more than two-thirds of U.S. adults say the arts “lift me up beyond everyday experiences.” However, only 30 percent attended a concert of any type in 2017; 23 percent went to an art museum. Fewer than half actively created art of any kind.
The mismatch can boil down to the fact that we are weighed down by our day-to-day responsibilities, leaving our schedule packed. Maybe you like to play a little background music while you work or do the chores, but even before the pandemic, most of us rarely, if ever, saw a live performance, let alone visited a gallery or watched a play.
Too often, we let the dull reality of life get in the way of the arts. But this is a mistake. The arts are the opposite of an escape from reality; they might just be the most realistic glimpse we ever get into the nature and meaning of life. If you make time for consuming and producing art—the same way you make time for work and exercise and family commitments—I assure you that you’ll find your life getting fuller and happier. Think of a time when you heard a piece of music and wanted to cry. Or maybe your dizziness as you emerged from a narrow side street in an unfamiliar city and found yourself in a beautiful town square as if in a fantasy. They probably stimulated a sudden awakening, much like the shock from a lungful of pure oxygen after breathing in smoggy air.
If you are among the people who feel that art is pure pleasure to experience and participate in, you might see it as a luxury item, while a preferable attitude is to treat art less like a distracting pleasure, and more like exercise or sleep, a necessity. Then draw up a schedule of your art exposure journey, and gradually weave art into your everyday life.
1. What prevents people from enjoying the arts?| A．Shortage of time. | B．Avoidance of duty. |
| C．Lack of interest. | D．Art space inaccessibility. |
| A．It explores mysteries of life. | B．It sparks emotional responses. |
| C．It enhances physical well-being. | D．It offers a getaway from daily life. |
| A．Ways to integrate art into routine. | B．Barriers to combine art and life. |
| C．Forms of distracting pleasures. | D．Benefits of engaging with art. |
| A．Art Journey: Refreshing Soul |
| B．Art Pursuit: Transforming Dull into Full |
| C．Embracing Art: From Luxury to Necessity |
| D．Connecting with Art: From Reality to Fantasy |
8 . After many years of wearing my favorite denim long-sleeved shirt, I noticed a hole in the elbow.
“You better put a patch or something on it, or it’s going to get worse.” My husband says the second he sees me. I kindly thank him for his advice — and promptly proceed to ignore it.
I continue to get ready for my day. I reach for something at the bottom of my closet. Rip. Was that…I’m sure it’s fine. I stand up and look for something at the top of my closet. Riiiip. Um. I reach for the closet door and slide it shut. Riiiiippp. I look down at my shirt and see paper-thin scraps of fabric flapping around my arms.
This shirt was one of those that got more comfortable the more it was worn, slowly becoming soft as butter against my skin. There were warning signs that it was on its last legs, or arms. Some of the buttons were getting a bit loose. And there were those faint splatters of meals enjoyed that hadn’t quite come out in the wash. People weren’t really wearing this style anymore. But this shirt had seen a lot with me: the ups and downs of dating, saying my vows, the birth of my first child...
There are few material items in life that gain my loyalty. We’re constantly attacked by advertisements, begging us to try the latest and greatest thing. The so-called fast-fashion industry rushes to produce clothes that fit the latest, but in a week those styles are yesterday’s news. But there’s something sweet about reaching for what you know, holding tight to that thing you’re just drawn to, long past when logic tells you it might be time to let go. They represent a life well lived and the joy of being in your element.
“Is it time to let that one go?” My husband asked, as I inspected my blown-out elbows. I paused for a moment, then smiled. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the paper-thin fabric right above the rips. Gently, I folded the material past my elbows. I turned toward my husband to show him my new, short-sleeved shirt.
Not yet.
1. What was the author’s initial reaction to her husband’s advice about the hole in her shirt?| A．She immediately started repairing it. | B．She thanked him and ignored the advice. |
| C．She went shopping for a new shirt. | D．She argued with her husband. |
| A．She praises its affordability and convenience. |
| B．She emphasizes sustainability in fashion choices. |
| C．She criticizes its influence on clothing choices. |
| D．She expresses concerns about its environmental impact. |
| A．A creative way to hold onto sentimental value. | B．A desire for a more stylish appearance. |
| C．A response to her husband’s suggestion. | D．An attempt to follow current fashion trends. |
| A．Fashionable Choices: When to Let Go of Old Clothes. |
| B．Embracing Nostalgia: The Story of My Denim Shirt. |
| C．Practical Skills: How to Extend the Life of Your Clothes. |
| D．Exploring Wardrobe: My Fashion Evolution. |
9 . Ida Keeling was 67, weak and sick, when her daughter Cheryl suggested a run to her. Cheryl thought that maybe what would pull her mother out from dark cloud was something that would get her
Keeling lived a hard life when young, growing up
Keeling had sunk into a deep
It had been decades since Keeling had done any
She hasn’t stopped running since, and it’s no longer as
When she’s not running, she must be
She’s written a book about her
| A．working | B．starting | C．exercising | D．winning |
| A．poor | B．happy | C．out-going | D．depressed |
| A．met | B．left | C．married | D．lost |
| A．dream | B．depression | C．regret | D．relaxation |
| A．recover | B．slide | C．improve | D．disappear |
| A．believe | B．announce | C．worry | D．realize |
| A．running | B．decision | C．changing | D．preparation |
| A．mistakes | B．memories | C．analyses | D．habits |
| A．difficult | B．cool | C．boring | D．unsafe |
| A．anxiously | B．cheerfully | C．unwillingly | D．secretly |
| A．wandering about | B．doing housework | C．making friends | D．working out |
| A．regular | B．solid | C．daily | D．voluntary |
| A．aid | B．feel | C．slow | D．resist |
| A．achievements | B．puzzles | C．reflections | D．experiences |
| A．prospect | B．philosophy | C．potential | D．prediction |
10 . It was a warm summer afternoon in mid-July at the Jersey shore. My four-year-old son and I hit the sand and started our adventure with bucket in hand.
I remembered the days not so long ago when a trip to the beach was just unbearable for my little boy. His sensitivities to sights, sounds, and touches would prevent us from enjoying everyday activities. My son, Will, was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder (ASD自闭症谱系障碍). However, presently, we were able to walk along the edge of the water, looking for seashells to fill our red sandcastle-shaped bucket.
Will began picking up whatever shells he saw lying in the sand. After a while, I looked into the bucket and saw nothing but broken shells. “Will,” I said softly, “all of these shells are broken. You need to find shells like this,” I continued, as I held up a perfectly shaped clamshell with patience. Will gave me a puzzled look and continued on his way, gathering whatever shells he came upon.
I stopped, but this time I asked in a stern voice, “Will, why do you keep filling our bucket with broken shells?” He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and replied, “Mom, these shells are broken, but they are still beautiful.” He began pulling out different shells and commenting on their uniqueness. “This one is broken, but look, it has the color purple on it. Mom, none of yours have purple on them,” he said with such pride.
“And, Mom, this one looks like a smile when you hold it this way,” he said as he reached for another broken shell. “It reminds me of a clown. This one is round like the sun, and these ones are stuck together like butterfly wings...” my eyes gradually filled with tears.
“You’re right, Will,” I agreed. We walked along the beach, collecting only broken shells in our bucket and admiring their beauty.
1. What kept Will from going to the beach in the first place?| A． Lack of company. | B．Time limits. | C．Personal preference. | D．His medical condition. |
| A．Confused | B．Proud | C．Serious | D．Gentle |
| A．Because he was into the shells of enormous sizes. |
| B．Because he knew purple was the rarest color for seashells. |
| C．Because he regarded the purple shell unique though broken. |
| D．Because he was reminded of his favorite toy at home. |
| A．Chance favors those who are well prepared. | B．Beauty can still be found in imperfection. |
| C．Happiness in life is to move forward. | D．Experience is the father of wisdom. |
