1 . I took my six-year-old son Robert to a restaurant to celebrate his birthday. We just left the shopping center and Robert
“Welcome,” he said. “Wow, you look happy, little boy.” “I got new shoes,” Robert said with
After that, I often visited the restaurant. I found that although Peter had a(n)
A.carried | B.returned | C.wore | D.cleaned |
A.invited | B.understood | C.stopped | D.greeted |
A.shyness | B.pride | C.anxiety | D.shame |
A.informal | B.polite | C.improper | D.necessary |
A.experience | B.joy | C.hobby | D.luck |
A.for | B.from | C.by | D.on |
A.peace | B.doubt | C.fear | D.excitement |
A.choices | B.ways | C.differences | D.results |
A.repairing | B.picking | C.checking | D.moving |
A.calmly | B.seriously | C.patiently | D.sadly |
A.worried | B.careful | C.confident | D.thankful |
A.simple | B.boring | C.interesting | D.relaxing |
A.question | B.judge | C.change | D.serve |
A.honor | B.ability | C.value | D.duty |
A.forgive | B.trust | C.protect | D.treat |
2 . Amy, a senior design manager at Lego, now runs a team of 10 designers at Lego’s headquarters in Denmark. The company has been one of the world’s most popular toy-makers and last year saw its fastest sales growth in five years. The “dream job” in Denmark led to the opportunity to be a judge on a TV show in the US.
As a child growing up in a village near Glasgow, she never dreamed of being a fashion designer or a toy designer.
She was not a Lego fan as a child. “I played with Lego with my brother when we were kids,” she said. “When we were really little, we had the big box of bricks (积木). But as I got a little bit older, I fell out of Lego. I felt there wasn’t anything interesting for me.”
“It wasn’t until I joined the company that I really got back into it. But we take that into account and think how we can create Lego experiences for kids, adults, and everyone over the world, so that everyone can find something that is related to them. Every time I got a project, I would always change it to something fun, playful and creative. I always loved being creative and also really loved maths.”
And her advice to new Lego designers was to get building. “Creativity is the key and being hands-on with the bricks,” she said. “Whenever you can get ideas out, just do it. Whenever you can get your hands on the bricks, build, build, build.”
“And if you are picking your education, I think certainly pick something that is based on design. The more creative, the better and we are open to everyone.”
1. What do we know about Amy? ______A.She is a judge in a court. |
B.She is a senior sales manager. |
C.She has done a great job at Lego. |
D.She used to be a fashion designer. |
A.Gave up. | B.Got into. | C.Turned out. | D.Went for. |
A.The more creative, the better. |
B.Actions speak louder than words. |
C.The key to success is preparation. |
D.Both action and creativity are important. |
A.Average. | B.Experienced. | C.Negative. | D.Reasonable. |
3 . As Gwen Erickson approached 97, she began raising one of America’s most popular, yet endangered butterflies—the monarch butterfly (帝王蝶). She managed to
The whole process is a little
Erickson remembered her first attempt to raise
Erickson doesn’t like to talk about herself and what she does, but she does so this time as she wants to
This new
A.steal | B.donate | C.keep | D.photograph |
A.number | B.size | C.range | D.variety |
A.money-saving | B.labor-demanding | C.energy-efficient | D.time-consuming |
A.sped up | B.turned up | C.woke up | D.grew up |
A.impatient | B.delighted | C.surprised | D.unwilling |
A.accompanied | B.attended | C.greeted | D.impressed |
A.flies | B.pests | C.butterflies | D.bees |
A.regain | B.develop | C.remove | D.express |
A.decoration | B.fossil | C.herb | D.pleasure |
A.allow | B.encourage | C.arrange | D.invite |
A.passion | B.exit | C.species | D.fiction |
A.opportunity | B.result | C.change | D.inspiration |
A.hobby | B.version | C.rumour | D.exercise |
A.promises | B.reminds | C.upsets | D.strengthens |
A.polite | B.generous | C.optimistic | D.purposeful |
Almost all of my holidays were spent with my grandpa. My grandpa was a retired army officer and the years in the army had made him a very tough person, which helped him a lot in fighting with cancer for a long time. Silver and golden stars on his shoulders and medals on his chest in grandma’s old photo albums reflected the marks of his distinguished service and numerous adventures. Grandpa had fine qualities and was a real personality. He was strict with his family, me included, as well as himself.
In our ancestral house there was a big pond as was common in bygone Bengali homes with lots of trees and bushes. Both my grandparents were fond of our so-called garden. One morning our new neighbor saw my grandpa planting two trees on both sides of our main gate, which still stand tall today. Across the street our new neighbor also got the same kind of tree and planted the trees exactly on both sides of his gate too.
My grandpa didn’t often give enough amount of water to his plants and didn’t always give his full attention to them, while our neighbor gave a lot of water to his plants and looked after them too well. My grandpa’s plants were simple but looked good. But our neighbor’s plants were much fuller and greener.
Normally, during April and May, we have short but violent thunderstorms called “Kalboishakhi”. One late evening during a Kalboishakhi we had showers with strong winds, which continued right throughout that night. Next morning along with my grandparents I came out to inspect the damage to our garden. I saw our neighbor was there in his garden too, but looked upset as his plants were uprooted. But, our plants were not damaged and were standing firm on the ground.
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Seeing this, our neighbor was surprised and curious.
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Grandpa’s explanations not only convinced the neighbor, but made me realize something.
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5 . In the spring of 2013, my wife and I opened Literati Bookstore in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Opening a community-minded independent bookstore was a dream we’d shared. We were in our late twenties, pursuing adream.
When opening day arrived, we unlocked the door and held our breath. One by one, people walked inside, paged through new books, and discussed favourite authors. The bookstore came alive.
That morning, I had set out a typewriter on our lower level for anyone to use. It was a community-building experiment: What if people could walk into a bookstore and type anything they wanted?
The first typewriter I ever fell in love with was my grandfather’s -a 1930s Smith Corona. My memory of him is limited to impressions: visits to his Florida apartment, beach picnics, and a fascinating black typewriter on his writing desk. One year, long after he passed, Grandma gave me his Smith Corona for Christmas. At the time, I was a struggling writer. Seeing his old typewriter again stirred something in me. His typewriter made writing fun again. And for the first time since his death, I felt connected to him, to a past I never really knew.
The typewriter I set out on opening day was a light blue Olivetti Lettera 32. I inserted a clean piece of paper and let it be: the world’s smallest publishing house, waiting for an author. One of the notes I found that first day was: Thank you for being here. I didn’t see the typer’s identity, so it appeared as though the typewriter itself was thanking me. Soon, more notes accumulated. Typewriting had become part of our bookstore’s identity.
Customers and friends began encouraging me to turn these notes into a book. At first, I was hesitant. But then I read through the piles of messy, typewritten pages again. Some made me tear up; many made me laugh out loud. They shouldn’t be locked inside my filing cabinet at home. Inside our store, surrounded by books that have been labored over by authors, editors, and marketers, there’s a way for people to publish directly into the world in permanent ink spelling errors and all.
1. Why did the author set out a typewriter in the bookstore?A.To honour his grandfather. |
B.To provide convenience to customers. |
C.To offer people a way to express themselves. |
D.To respond to community residents’ requirement. |
A.Curious. | B.Amused. | C.Surprised. | D.Inspired. |
A.There was a publishing house in the bookstore. |
B.The bookstore was famous for its unique typewriter. |
C.The typewritten notes were full of spelling errors. |
D.The author would publish a book consisting of those notes. |
A.Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. |
B.Everyone can be a writer of his own life. |
C.It only takes a typewriter to be an author. |
D.Books are the ever-burning lamps of accumulated wisdom. |
6 . Poppy beamed at herself in the mirror. Her new dress was absolutely perfect. It was her favorite colour of blue and had a row of bows (蝴蝶结) down the front.
Poppy’s mother was making her famous fruit juice. “My goodness, sweetheart, why are you dressed up today?” she asked. “I’m trying on my dress for picture day tomorrow,” Poppy explained. “I want to make sure everything is perfect.”
“Well, I think you’re already perfect,” her mom said. “Be careful. Don’t spill it.” Poppy rolled her eyes, grabbing a cup of fruit and gulping it down.
Seconds later, her mom yelled, “Oh, sweetheart — you spilled your juice!” Poppy glanced down at the spots and gasped. She couldn’t go to school picture day like this! Her class picture would be in the yearbook forever. “It will be all right,” her mom said positively. “I’ll wash it tonight. It’ll be as good as new.”
The next morning, Poppy grabbed her blue dress out of the laundry basket. She pulled it over her head, but something wasn’t right. Poppy couldn’t lower her arms, and the bows pulled tightly. “Oh, no!” Poppy cried. “My dress shrank!” She ran to her closet to find something else she could wear. Finally, in the back of the closet, Poppy found an old yellow dress. Nevertheless, it would have to do.
While waiting for the class’s turn, she hoped it would never come. Maybe the camera couldn’t work or it happened to rain dogs and cats!
The class marched onstage. “All right,” the photographer called. “I guess we all have something we don’t like about our looks. None of us is perfect.”
Poppy glanced at her classmates. Rosa had a bandage taped across her nose. Tom was pulling at his pants, trying to hide his mismatched socks. Lei flashed a Jack-o’-lantern grin, showing several missing teeth. We’re all different, she thought. Maybe that’s what makes us special. Poppy breathed a sigh of relief.
“Cheese!” the photographer called out. The flash went off as the photographer snapped the picture of the yearbook. Poppy smiled her brightest. The picture day hadn’t gone the way she had planned. It had gone even better. “Perfect anyway!” she cried.
1. How did Poppy feel when she looked into the mirror?A.Upset. | B.Relaxed. | C.Nervous. | D.Excited. |
A.It was covered with spots. |
B.It got less bright in color. |
C.It became too small to wear. |
D.It was broken when pulled down. |
A.The photographer cheered her up and made her relieved. |
B.She realized and accepted her difference and uniqueness. |
C.The picture of the yearbook was satisfying as expected. |
D.She found her classmates on stage all had their problems. |
A.There are spots even on the sun. |
B.Inner beauty is the real beauty. |
C.Actions speak louder than words. |
D.God helps those who help themselves. |
“Wake up, Mom!” I felt a little hand on my face and reluctantly opened my eyes. There was my son, ready to start the day. I also heard my babies awake in the next room. Ready or not, the day had begun!
I loved being home with my little ones, but I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. My husband and I had just bought a house, and some unexpected expenses made our budget tighter than it had ever been. I was weary of spending more pennies. We weren’t foolish with our money. We worked hard. We were doing all the right things, but we had had one financial disappointment after another.
I was going to pick up my kids’ photo portraits from the studio at the local mall. Despite our small budget, it was important to me to have pictures of my children as they were growing up. The previous week, I had found a coupon (优惠券) and used some change from the car to buy a $7.99 portrait package, and today was the day I was to pick up the portraits. Since we were going to the mall, I decided to make it an outing and packed some sandwiches for us to eat at the food court. What’s more, there are many ride-on toy cars in the mall’s food court for fun and for free.
After breakfast, we went off. After we parked, we walked into the portrait studio at the mall, and I approached the counter. The young woman smiled.
“May I help you?”
“Yes, I’m here to pick up our photos.”
The woman asked my name and opened her drawer. “Ah, yes, here they are. Aren’t they just so adorable?” She took out the photos, and the smiling faces of my kids warmed my heart.
“Yes, they are great. Thank you,” I said.
She put the photos into an envelope. Then she spread out additional photos of my kids that I hadn’t ordered. I knew what that meant. The upsell pitch (推销) was coming.
“Would you like to purchase these extra portraits? They are only fifteen dollars apiece!” she smiled sweetly.
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My heart turned cold. “I don’t have fifteen dollars.”
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As we were having our lunch, the young woman came up and pressed something into my hand.
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8 . Despite the fact that there has never been so much wealth or so many wealthy people in the world, many of the world’s poor people still live in material and energy poverty. Could you and I cut back on our consumption (消耗) so as to make some space for others to increase theirs?
I am sure we could. But, unfortunately, everything about our economic systems is set up to make us believe and behave otherwise. The default (默认) mindset is that there is nothing wrong with wanting ever newer and more expensive things as long as we can afford them.
Look around you for a moment. No society anywhere before lived like this. Further, since our spending must necessarily be someone else’s income, we tell ourselves that we actually make the world a better place every time we buy another pair of shoes or trade in a car for the latest model. And that’s the tug (拉) of war that plays itself out cruelly in our lives, as one side of our age cries out “less”, and from the other side comes the answering cry “more”.
Of course, wanting to live a better life is deeply ingrained in human nature. Otherwise, we would never have generated the progress that has brought us to our present station.
But now we should think deeply about how and why we consume.
After all, even the earliest thinkers in the history of economic—including Adam Smith—thought, having more does not always translate into being happier. Evidence shows that many people in the developing world, despite being hard-up, report being just as happy as those in the materially rich societies of the West.
So what now? The answer, perhaps, is to try to be rich in the enjoyment of things, not in the accumulation (堆积) of them. A pair of good shoes, lightly creased (起皱) but also carefully polished (擦亮) once a month a meal cooked at home instead of a trip to McDonald’s—such as these lie our act of saving from the virus of compulsive (强迫性的) consumption.
1. What can we infer from the first two paragraphs?A.People tend to buy things unreasonably. |
B.People refuse to cut down on consumption. |
C.People all face material and energy poverty. |
D.People believe in political and economic systems. |
A.Held. | B.Rooted. | C.Changed. | D.Possessed. |
A.Trying to be rich. | B.The more, the better. |
C.Enjoying what we have. | D.Focusing on the compulsive consumption. |
A.Entertainment. | B.Health. | C.Education. | D.Economy. |
I had never noticed her. She was not the kind of girl who could draw attention. She was not tall and just plain. In class, she liked sitting at the back, reading or taking notes. It was once I asked her to read aloud the text that I looked at her with new eyes when I heard her standard American pronunciation. Later on, the National College English Speech Contest would be held. I thought it over and filled in her name with a smile. I red-penciled her draft of speech, corrected her pronunciation, and even adjusted her body language.
However, I was always kind of worried because she was too introvert(内向的)and too quiet. Could she seize this rare opportunity?
On the night of the contest, I told her to take it easy. Blushed(脸红的), she looked at me and said nothing.
My heart sank. It seemed that she did tense up. I pated her and let her go to draw lots(抽签). As a result, what she drew was No. 9 while No. 8 was recognized English master-hand(高手).
Sure enough, the English master-hand was fairly successful in the speech with his humor and highly personal style. The whole audience would make a warm applause almost every 30 seconds until she appeared on the stage, still talking over his speech with excitement.
My palms began to sweat. I sat there, with no courage to look at her. It was the first time that she went up the stage, so I couldn't blame her for any slips. But at that moment, I found I was so scared of her failure.
The strong spotlight made her so small and so insignificant that nobody seemed to notice she had been on the stage, I said to myself, no hope.
But the moment that shocked me occurred. I clearly heard a voice, a very loud voice, “Now, please focus on me.” She said this sentence three times in all, louder and louder.
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The whole audience fell silent.
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For sure, the loss of something precious is in no way a
I myself have also had dogs that I’ve lost three
A.busy | B.heartbroken | C.excited | D.popular |
A.hear | B.avoid | C.express | D.suffer |
A.common | B.bad | C.pleasant | D.real |
A.sympathy | B.love | C.respect | D.support |
A.favorite | B.angry | C.inspiring | D.regretful |
A.risk | B.pain | C.possibility | D.difficulty |
A.sadness | B.apology | C.smile | D.concern |
A.wonderful | B.normal | C.sleepless | D.lonely |
A.arguments | B.words | C.dreams | D.moments |
A.luckily | B.possibly | C.actually | D.particularly |
A.raising | B.adopting | C.selling | D.training |
A.waste | B.value | C.shorten | D.limit |
A.excuse | B.answer | C.idea | D.opportunity |
A.reminds | B.surprises | C.disappoints | D.bothers |
A.accept | B.understand | C.enjoy | D.change |