1. Where is the man?
A.At home. | B.In the office. | C.At a travel agency. |
A.Go on business. | B.Go to the theater. | C.Meet his friends. |
A.The man will fetch the suitcase himself. |
B.The man wants the woman to bring the suitcase for him. |
C.The man will have his friend fetch the suitcase for him. |
A.Very recently. | B.Around 300 years ago. | C.About 200 years ago. |
1. What kind of housework does Brian usually do?
A.Taking out the garbage. | B.Watering the plants. | C.Clearing the dining table. |
A.He has no free time. |
B.He is not careful enough. |
C.He has no one to share the work. |
A.Agreeably. | B.Hesitantly. | C.Resistantly. |
My dad doesn’t write me letters. And he doesn’t always remember my birthday or wedding anniversary -- or even how old I am sometimes.
But I only need to look around me to be reminded of his love. He restored a 100-year-old rocking chair after I told him how much I wanted one. When I moved into my first apartment, he spent his weekends in a small space replacing pipes. And when I lost a blue stone from a favorite necklace, he worked his magic with common stuff
The four greatest words I know are “Dad will build it”.
I could never forget when I was seven, one day we walked by a toy store window. There in the corner was the most unusual doll house had ever seen. It was shaped like an upturned log. Little oval windows were cut into it decorated with white curtains and framed by tiny balconies.
“Oh, Daddy,” I said, “isn’t it beautiful? Do you think Santa Clause will bring it to me?”
Dad looked at the $100 price tag -- too high a figure in those days. “I think even Santa couldn't afford this house,” he joked, hiking up his belt, as he often does when he’s nervous. “Maybe one day, sweetheart, ”Dad probably hoped I’d forget about the doll house, but I kept talking about it.
On Christmas morning, I awoke early and raced downstairs. In the faint light, I made out some wrapped boxes under the tree-- but none large enough to contain my doll house.
Dad could see my disappointment.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Four months later, a beautiful doll house was in front of me.
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