1 . I’m an American-born Chinese. I wouldn’t say I’m more American than Chinese or vice versa. My character was equally molded by both cultures. For a long time, I was comfortable with being from two cultures. I was fluent in “Chinglish”.
However, as I grew up, something unexpected rose, causing a parallel tension between the two corresponding cultures. During Chinese events when I was in China, the host would sometimes make fun of America. My relatives would look at me and laugh, asking me how I felt. But how could I respond to a question like that? If I said I was uncomfortable, it would just make me seem even more American in their eyes. But I couldn’t pretend to laugh either. So, I often just stayed quiet and smiled.
Sometimes, I’d leave China feeling less Chinese than when I went in.
This past summer, on my way back to Rochester, a man at the airport kept asking my father and I where we were from. When I told him I was from the United States, he didn’t seem to believe me.
He then went on to ask the terrible question, “But like where are you really from, like, where were you born?” And no matter how specific our answers were, the man still seemed a little doubtful. He then went on to ask us if we knew where Tampa, Florida was and if we knew anything about it. It’s moments like these when I realize that sometimes my appearance makes it hard for me to seem fully American.
These experiences made me question if I was more Chinese or American.
I felt like I was neither. So, if I wasn’t completely one culture or the other, what was I? In China, I would feel more American, while in America, I would feel more Chinese. There was no balance between my two cultures.
But this doesn’t mean that I don’t embrace (拥抱) both my identities. I love both my Chinese cultural identity and my American one. I just need to learn to love them together.
1. How did the author feel about his identity at the very beginning?A.Special. | B.Confident. | C.Confused. | D.Ridiculous. |
A.Because he found it hard to remain quiet and have a big smile. |
B.Because he was unable to speak fluent Chinese at his hometown. |
C.Because he had lost face in front of his relatives and friends. |
D.Because he was treated as an American by his Chinese relatives. |
A.His cultures. | B.His experience. | C.His look. | D.His air tickets. |
A.Being Culturally Homeless | B.A Boy with Two Identities |
C.A Chinese Boy Born in American | D.Better Chinese than American |
2 . Road trip stories are basically wild adventures of self-discovery. But the book Me (Moth) carves out a path through ancestry (祖先), pains and art.
Moth is a dancer with a loving, supportive family - until a terrible car accident takes them all away. Now she doesn't dance any more and lives with her sad aunt, wearing borrowed clothes and living on what feels like borrowed time, because not even the wisdom and Hoodoo (扶都教) passed down to her by her grandfather can bring back her family or ease her pain. Her survivor's guilt is so strong that she makes herself almost invisible.
Until the new boy at school, Sani, notices her. He sings when he thinks no one is listening and he sees Moth like no one else does. The two young people decide on a road trip across the country and hope to make some sense of their life on the way.
Novels in poetic language can sometimes feel awkward, but the book, Me (Moth) spills effortlessly across the page, becoming the song that Moth and Sani write together on their journey. It's all in Moth's voice, and her words dance, giving the reader a real sense of how she can move her body if she isn't afraid to. The language is sometimes so beautiful and terrible that it catches me off guard.
During their trip to the South, Moth and Sani stop to pay respect to the spirits of those who came before them, and to think about their strengths as well as the pains that they've suffered. As they do so, their own strengths and pains are connected with the ones that came before.
1. What can we learn from the underlined part in paragraphA.She is sad with her aunt. |
B.She wears borrowed clothes. |
C.She doesn't have time to dance. |
D.She feels guilty of surviving alone. |
A.Painful. | B.Joyful. | C.Rewarding. | D.Challenging. |
A.A biography. | B.A book review. |
C.A love story. | D.A travel journal. |
3 . During school, college and service I never participated in any group discussion or stage program. Therefore, I didn’t know what the stage
Our school has a weekly “Parents View”
After the call my whole body became feverish and I felt really
When my turn came and I started speaking, my legs started shaking and my heartbeat increased. After the speech, I met with the Principal and
Later on with the help of the Principal I
For around one month, I prepared and practiced for my presentation on Motivation. This time I felt easy. I gave the presentation and it was
I learn that everything is
A.fear | B.performance | C.style | D.art |
A.talk | B.magazine | C.program | D.lesson |
A.fortunately | B.surprisingly | C.secretly | D.unluckily |
A.listen | B.move | C.write | D.speak |
A.nervous | B.joyful | C.satisfied | D.disappointed |
A.foolish | B.useful | C.clever | D.negative |
A.anger | B.regret | C.thanks | D.hope |
A.courage | B.information | C.proof | D.advice |
A.And | B.But | C.So | D.Or |
A.explained | B.forgot | C.imagined | D.controlled |
A.serious | B.special | C.strange | D.common |
A.failed | B.started | C.mastered | D.finished |
A.exhibited | B.refused | C.prepared | D.understood |
A.worried | B.sad | C.curious | D.comfortable |
A.met with | B.turned down | C.looked after | D.learnt from |
A.trouble | B.mistake | C.fun | D.improvement |
A.remind | B.invite | C.phone | D.reach |
A.descried | B.studied | C.joked | D.appreciated |
A.because | B.although | C.if | D.therefore |
A.interesting | B.obvious | C.possible | D.right |
4 . My brother and I are exactly one year apart. We look like twins, but we are completely
I didn't
At the start of the semester, I practised “Circle of Life" for a musical. This was the first time I
After two days of this, my brother asked me to
A.mature | B.different | C.content | D.normal |
A.disliked | B.preferred | C.replaced | D.abandoned |
A.writer | B.leader | C.painter | D.performer |
A.get along | B.drop by | C.show off | D.check in |
A.try | B.mind | C.enjoy | D.delay |
A.In particular | B.In vain | C.In return | D.In theory |
A.humorous | B.ordinary | C.competitive | D.grateful |
A.above | B.below | C.near | D.without |
A.issue | B.contrast | C.agreement | D.balance |
A.struggled | B.expected | C.promised | D.decided |
A.began | B.allowed | C.stopped | D.continued |
A.hated | B.experienced | C.accepted | D.wanted |
A.help | B.invite | C.join | D.admire |
A.gracefully | B.suddenly | C.fiercely | D.cautiously |
A.limit | B.sentence | C.mistake | D.philosophy |
A.rude | B.angry | C.surprised | D.excited |
A.lose | B.share | C.reduce | D.maintain |
A.wrong | B.right | C.back | D.down |
A.luck | B.absence | C.effort | D.fear |
A.fight | B.noise | C.quiet | D.safety |
The Summer I Learned to Really See
It was a muggy(闷热)end-of-summer dog day in Missouri. I was preparing to go after the mail—about a mile's distance, through fields and forests, across a river, from our farmhouse, in which three generations of my family lived.
“Take the bucket with you,” my grandmother said, handing me the very familiar bucket.
“What for?” I asked, petulantly(使小性子). The berries had been picked, and it was too early for wild grapes, too late for roasting ears(穗).
“You'll find something to fill it with,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I didn't want to take the bucket. It would be a burden to me. Twice a day I'd carried a bucket for milking. With it I'd carried feed to the chickens, salt to the cows, sugar to the neighbors. I'd had enough with carrying with the bucket!
Nevertheless, I took the bucket. Halfway to the mailbox, I set it down beneath a pokeberry bush(胡桃树). I needn't carry it the whole way, I reasoned. There was no mail. When I got back to the bucket, I saw that a few ripe pokeberries had fallen into it. With childish ill humor, I picked off enough clusters(花串) to fill the bucket, even though I thought they were good for nothing.
“Aren't they just lovely!” Grandma exclaimed admiringly when I set them on the kitchen table. She squeezed out the juice of the berries and we used the lovely red ink to paint rings on our fingers and pen letters to distant cousins.
When I went to mail the letters the next day, Grandma again told me to take the bucket along. This time I carried the bucket a little farther than the previous day before setting it down. There was only a sale catalogue in the mail. When I got back to the bucket, I dropped it in. But I felt vaguely uncomfortable, remembering the pokeberries. I caught sight of a bunch of peppermint(薄荷) growing close to the path. Funny, I had passed it every day and never noticed it before. Peppermint just doesn't spring up overnight. I picked a bucketful, its fragrance seeming to cool the day. Grandma was pleased with the peppermint. She liked to chew it and make tea with it.
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The daily routine to take the bucket along was repeated for weeks, and I began to see more.
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One day when I went home, I didn't have anything in the bucket.
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