My best friend, Cocoa, and I live in a senior-citizen apartment complex in a lovely small town. Cocoa is a ten-year-old poodle(卷毛狗) and I am a sixty-nine-year-old lady, so you can see we both qualify as senior citizens.
Years ago, I promised myself that when I retired I would get a chocolate poodle to share my golden years. From the very beginning, Cocoa has always been exceptionally well-behaved. I never have to tell him anything more than once. He is extremely neat—when taking toys from his box to play, he always puts them back when he is finished. I have been accused of being obsessively neat, and sometimes I wonder if he mimics me or if he was born that way, too.
He is a wonderful companion. When I throw a ball for him, he picks it up in his mouth and gives it back to me. He does many amusing things that make me laugh, and when that happens, he is so delighted that he just keeps it up. I enjoy his company very much.
But almost two years ago, Cocoa did something that challenged comprehension. Was it a miracle or a coincidence? It is certainly a mystery.
One afternoon, Cocoa started acting strangely. I was sitting on the floor playing with him when he started pawing and sniffing at the right side of my chest. He had never done anything like this before, and I told him, “No.” Usually, one “no” is sufficient, but not that day. He stopped briefly, then suddenly ran toward me from the other side of the room, throwing his entire weight—eighteen pounds—at the right side of my chest. He crashed into me and I yelled in pain. It hurt more than I thought it would have.
Soon after this, I felt a lump (肿瘤). I went to the doctors, and after X-rays, tests and lab work were done, they told me I had cancer.
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When cancer starts, a wall of calcium(钙) builds to which the lump or cancer attaches itself.
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________2 . I finally climbed into bed at 1:20 in the morning after my 31th birthday celebration. I was about to fall asleep when I was awakened by the sound of
It has to be from a burst pipe in the
I
I came close to drowning that day. But rather than dwell on (沉湎于) that in my head, I prefer to
A.rushing | B.horrible | C.interesting | D.running |
A.thrilled | B.amazed | C.puzzled | D.shocked |
A.bedroom | B.living room | C.bathroom | D.hallway |
A.turned on | B.turned up | C.turned down | D.turned off |
A.Still | B.Therefore | C.Yet | D.Instead |
A.breaking | B.keeping | C.suffering | D.challenging |
A.realized | B.recognized | C.admitted | D.admired |
A.amazement | B.fear | C.gratitude | D.anxiety |
A.due to | B.up to | C.added to | D.related to |
A.shadow | B.garden | C.darkness | D.lightening |
A.floating | B.swimming | C.flying | D.diving |
A.designed | B.buried | C.destroyed | D.burnt |
A.prevented | B.stretched | C.saved | D.followed |
A.recall | B.recommend | C.experience | D.ignore |
A.spotted | B.flooded | C.failed | D.lost |
3 . You hate me. You don’t even know me and you hate me. Before we’ve even spoken, you hate me. At least that’s how it feels on my end of the call as a female collections officer at a call center.
I dread the moment when I have to log on to our phone system first thing in the morning because I never know who is going to be on the other end of that call.
Sometimes it’s an easy task. The caller is pleasant and has accepted personal responsibility for their debts, and we get through the phone call with ease. Then there are the ones who call in looking for a fight, or looking for someone to blame. Through the luck of the phone system, that person is me.
I’ve had people who shout at me, call me horrible names, accuse me personally of taking their money and threaten me. Why? I think it’s because I am invisible. I think I would be treated with the same level of disrespect if we were face to face. Fortunately for me, I have had years of experience in customer service, so I’m fairly rich in not letting the negative encounters bother me.
The biggest and most effective skill when it comes to the job is empathy (同理心). I can appreciate the situation which the caller is in because I’ve been there. That’s why I’m good at my job — I understand what you’re going through, and I’m here to help.
Some days though, no matter how much I try to leave the stress behind when I hang up the phone, it stays with me. I may do some deep breathing, go for a quick walk or simply stick my head outside for a burst of fresh air. I do this so I don’t carry that negativity on to my next call. That next call may be a person having the worst day of their life, but I don’t want to ever be the one who makes it worse. We are all humans just trying to get by in life, which makes you and me equal. So please, the next time we talk, remember that.
1. What does the underlined word “dread” in paragraph 2 probably mean?A.Enjoy. | B.Fear. | C.Expect. | D.Avoid. |
A.They get angry too easily. | B.They blame her for their debts. |
C.They do not see her as a real person. | D.They accuse her of taking their money. |
A.She can offer callers best advice. | B.She is always respected by callers. |
C.She can put herself in others’ shoes. | D.She isn’t easily influenced by negativity. |
A.To call for understanding of her job. | B.To explain why she is good at her job. |
C.To introduce what she is responsible for. | D.To complain about her being treated badly. |
I used to play football when I was a little kid. Okay, let’s face it. I was never really a little kid. I was so big that I got to play football a whole year ahead of my friends. Our football league didn’t have an age limit, but it had a weight requirement. If you were heavy enough, you got to play. I was heavy enough at the age of eight.
The only problem was, by the time I turned ten I was too heavy. You had to weigh a certain amount to start playing, but if you weighed too much they made you stop. Not playing would be just fine with me. I would be happier sitting at home reading a book.
Dad was one of the team’s big sponsors and friends of the coach, so I figured I would let him down and that quitting wasn’t an option. I went, day after day, and week after week... until I was eleven and weighed more than two hundred pounds. I thought that would be the end of it, once and for all.
However, my coach came up with a bright idea to help me lose weight. The very next practice he presented me with a T-shirt made out of a black garbage bag. “Put it on,” he said, pointing out the holes for my head and arms. “Start running around the practice field.” “Koop going, Fireplug (消防栓),” other players would shout. “Fireplug” was the new name they gave me. Although no one ever explained it to me, I figured it had something to do with me being shaped like it.
Every day in practice, I had to run in that stupid garbage bag. My short fat legs weren’t exactly comfortable, and often I’d trip and fall. The other players would laugh. At that moment, I asked myself, “Why? Was I being punished for something? Wasn’t the running, sweating and pain enough?” I suddenly realized that I’d been knocking myself out for something I didn’t even want to do in the first place!
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It was then that I decided I wouldn’t play football anymore.
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_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________5 . As a little girl, I’d sit in the kitchen and watch my mother cook, but I didn’t really get into cooking. When I graduated from college and moved lo Washington DC, I left all of my friends behind. There were no new roommates. I was on my own and felt lonely. Home-cooked meals were my best attempt at changing my condition.
So, I started calling my mom and asking for the recipes (食谱) for my favorite dishes. It turned out that my mom didn’t have any recipes. She couldn’t give me a single measurement (计量) for any dish. She grew up in the kitchen with her mom too, and my grandma shared her knowledge through oral (口头的) tradition. Then it was my turn. My mom taught me how to “measure with my heart” when cooking. I learned to cook by tasting and feeling my food. And my food was pretty good. Soon enough, everyone was asking me for the recipes. That was why Bun Bo Bae, my cooking blog, came into being in 2019.
Bun Bo Bae was a space for me to put what I learned into writing. I didn’t want all of the secret knowledge behind dishes like my mom’s noodles and my dad’s tomato soup to disappear if the oral tradition ended one day. I wanted to write down every piece of advice I was given in detail.
These days, I experiment more. I’m not as strict with myself about recreating the dishes exactly as I remember about eating them. I use seasonal food materials when I can’t find some items. My food blog and flower count grew, and so did my confidence in the kitchen.
Bun Bo Bae also increased my confidence at work and gave me a space to write about what I love. It has connected me to countless new Internet friends.
Most importantly, writing for Bun Bo Bae has taught me that celebrating my culture doesn’t have to be about perfectly recreating my parents’ tradition. It’s about mixing what I’ve been taught with my own experiences, and cooking up something entirely new.
1. Why did the author begin her home-cooked meals?A.To lead a healthy lifestyle. | B.To get rid of her loneliness. |
C.To try out her mother’s recipes. | D.To improve her cooking skills. |
A.She had trouble creating new recipes. |
B.She followed strict measurements in cooking. |
C.She made tastier dishes than her mom and grandma. |
D.She mastered cooking skills under her mom’s oral guidance. |
A.To bring her family members together. |
B.To discuss local fine foods with followers. |
C.To keep a record of her family’s cooking tradition. |
D.To encourage people to develop healthy eating habits. |
A.It’s important to learn a basic living skill, |
B.It’s necessary to share her food knowledge online. |
C.It’s better to understand different cooking cultures. |
D.It’s wise to connect traditional cooking methods with new ideas. |
She was six years old when I met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sandcastle and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea. “Hello,” she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. I was depressed: my life seemed completely out of balance.
“What’s your name?” She wouldn't give up. “Ruth,” I answered. “Mine’s Wendy....I’m six.” She giggled, “Nice to meet you, Miss Ruth. Do you want to play? Maybe we can build something together. You’ll be happy!” She looked at me eagerly, waiting for my answer.
I just couldn’t refuse this lovely creature. I asked her: “Why don’t you go to school?” “I don’t go to school. Mommy says we’re on vacation.” She chattered little girl talk as we built the sandcastle. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed. She pointed toward a row of summer cottages and told me she lives there.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy when Wendy caught up with me, “I’d rather be alone today.” She seems unusually pale and out of breath. “Why?” she asked. I turned to her and shouted, “Because my mother died!” “Oh,” she said quietly, “then this is a bad day.” “Yes, go away!” “Did it hurt when she died?” “Of course!” I shouted. She didn’t say anything more, tears rolling down her face.
A month or so after that, when I went to the beach, she wasn’t there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage and knocked at the door.
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A drawn-looking(憔悴的) young woman with red and swollen eyes opened the door.
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8 . I was working in my upstairs study when the doorbell rang. I
I quickly opened the door, afraid they might leave, only to be
I made my contribution — politely but with little
Firstly, I wasn’t even
Now I know I made a
A.carefully | B.slowly | C.eagerly | D.quietly |
A.trick | B.package | C.emergency | D.investigation |
A.annoying | B.ridiculous | C.pleasant | D.convenient |
A.like | B.share | C.return | D.expect |
A.greeted | B.thanked | C.caught | D.blamed |
A.interested | B.disappointed | C.embarrassed | D.frightened |
A.sight | B.thought | C.manner | D.work |
A.mess | B.panic | C.conflict | D.rush |
A.force | B.enthusiasm | C.consciousness | D.hesitation |
A.ashamed | B.bored | C.skeptical | D.helpless |
A.need | B.danger | C.power | D.fashion |
A.clear | B.ambiguous | C.positive | D.cautious |
A.sorry | B.concerned | C.happy | D.sure |
A.raised | B.lowered | C.deserved | D.indicated |
A.received | B.enjoyed | C.forgotten | D.bought |
A.excused | B.protected | C.saved | D.distanced |
A.relax | B.give | C.improve | D.learn |
A.friend | B.difference | C.promise | D.mistake |
A.self-awareness | B.self-confidence | C.self-dependence | D.self-sacrifice |
A.rely on | B.pass on | C.make out | D.send up |
9 . So, I did it. I moved back home, despite all the disapproval. I left my good job, my relationship, and the endless opportunities.
Some people questioned me, “Why did you move back?” It was hard at first to admit that I liked being home, and that, actually, I didn’t prefer New York City (as so many people do). But after time, it became easier and less of an issue. And when they asked me why I moved back home, I confidently said, “Because I wanted to.” Many people welcomed me back into the community.
The first few months home were the most relaxing of my life. Every day I wake up to birds chirping, and sunlight coming in from the window-no traffic sounds or people screaming on the streets. It sounds like a Disney movie, but it’s so true! There is something about the air here-it’s clean. It smells good. I can also see the Grand Mesa (the largest flat-top mountain in the world) from my bedroom window. My work commute (通勤) is a four-minute car ride. And on summer nights, my favorite thing to do is watch the sunset from my porch because it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I’ve been home for almost three years now, much to the surprise of my friends and family. Some friends even made bets on how long “this” would last. So far, I’m winning. But since I’ve been home my life has flourished. I realized that home, for me, is a place that inspires me. Because before, in the city, I felt like I had to compete with everyone to get ahead. Many times, forgetting what I was “fighting” for, I was clouded in competition and not passion. I lost touch with the other parts of myself, never quite realizing that the quiet country life provided that to me.
By coming home, I found myself again, the true me. I didn’t expect a city to give me opportunities because I could make my own.
1. Why does the author mention “a Disney movie” in Paragraph 3?A.To introduce a new topic. | B.To provide more details. |
C.To give a vivid description. | D.To support an argument. |
A.By staying home longer than expected. | B.By getting used to country life quickly. |
C.By wining competitions at workplace. | D.By leading a better life than in the city. |
A.Bad work relations. | B.Few job opportunities. |
C.Longer work commute. | D.Too much competition. |
A.The goal she was fighting for. | B.Living to be her true self. |
C.The chance of getting ahead of others. | D.A more comfortable life. |
10 . Once upon a time, a boy was walking through the countryside when he saw, among some
The boy thought that it must be the doorway to heaven, and that it would be fun to see what was up there. So he
Just when he was about to
No longer was the boy just
The boy traveled up the rainbow, filled with joy, knowing that only with sincere and heartfelt (衷心的) desire could one ever open the door to heaven.
1.A.people | B.clouds | C.woods | D.bricks |
A.smiled | B.succeeded | C.disappeared | D.returned |
A.continued | B.stopped | C.started | D.proved |
A.Therefore | B.Meanwhile | C.However | D.Furthermore |
A.heavy | B.beautiful | C.tall | D.sharp |
A.tried | B.regretted | C.begged | D.liked |
A.give in | B.give up | C.give out | D.give off |
A.surrounded | B.ordered | C.watched | D.taken |
A.sang | B.built | C.cried | D.spoke |
A.clue | B.message | C.tip | D.answer |
A.happy | B.curious | C.worried | D.anxious |
A.manage | B.discover | C.promise | D.repair |
A.set down | B.turned down | C.cut down | D.sat down |
A.describe | B.create | C.put | D.pick |
A.partly | B.directly | C.smoothly | D.suddenly |