1 . Self-esteem is the ruling view you have of yourself. This includes your beliefs about your inner qualities and how you think others see you.
People with healthy self-esteem don't need to boast about themselves to others. People with low self-esteem may tell you how much everyone loves them, what a great job they do at work, and how amazing they are at pretty everything under the sun even though they really wonder if it's true. People may see them as obnoxious or “full of themselves”.
If you're starting to think you may have low self-esteem, you can work on the way you talk to yourself. When you turn off negative self-talk, you can open the floor to positive reinforcements and access the courage to show different sides of yourself. It isn't going to feel good at first, though. Keep going until it becomes less and less and maybe even a few awkward laughs in the mirror may help.
However, in serious cases of low or even non-existent self-esteem, you may want to call in a professional or a specialist. Good mental health is important, and professionals doing psychotherapy do not pass judgement or give corrections.
A.Self-esteem is not always rooted in reality, though. |
B.You have the power to shape a new self-perception. |
C.This encourages you to speak openly without worry. |
D.The real test of character is whether they can learn from their mistakes. |
E.Self-esteem refers to a person's overall sense of his or her value or worth. |
F.People with a healthy level of self-esteem present themselves with a casual confidence. |
G.With some practice and persistence, you will win this internal struggle to see your self-worth. |
2 . Your emotion helps you make sense of the world. At the core of an emotion is a subjective experience of the valence of it — what emotion scientists call “affect” (情感). Generally speaking, affect is what we are most focused on. Do you have chocolate cake in front of you? That’s good! Do you see a spider on the table! That’s bad!
Your affective reactions tell you which experiences are desirable, and which aren’t, but the total emotional experience includes all you do and think. You can learn a lot by observing and describing them. You can also learn a lot by appreciating their secret life.
The problem is: the affective features of emotions tend to dominate. Our subjective valence of emotion is almost all we can see. When emotions are only about what is pleasant or unpleasant in subjective experience right now, the more important features of emotion disappear.
If you can slow down and expand; if you stop running or clinging (沉浸其中) and adopt a sense of curiosity, emotions become more subtle and different. When fear comes up, don’t walk away so that fear dissipates. Instead, stay. Allow yourself to feel the nervousness, the sweating, and everything else that comes along with it. It is one of the hardest things to do in life, but it’s also one of the most rewarding. If you run, you are telling basic parts of your brain, “I guess this threat really was real. I better stay away from it.” You are training yourself to fear, regardless of that situation. If you cling, you are saying, “Escape from this emotion is a threat”, and since it is not a happy experience, happiness slips through your hands like sand.
Note that you can not fool yourself. Just allow the full emotion. You will never enter into their secret life until you stop running or clinging. To control your life, you need to actively train your emotions to be your ally (同盟). Observe. Describe. Appreciate. Do that and you may find you have allies for healthy living that were there all along.
1. Why does the author mention “chocolate cake” and “spider” in paragraph 1?A.To explain the complex response of emotions. |
B.To show the subjective experience of emotions. |
C.To indicate the goodness and badness of the world. |
D.To emphasize the significance of emotions in life. |
A.The present feelings are less obvious. |
B.The subjective emotions are less powerful. |
C.The overall picture of emotions is easier to ignore. |
D.The observation and description of emotions are easier. |
A.Deepens. | B.Spreads. | C.Disappears. | D.Sticks. |
A.The secret of emotions. | B.The subjective experience. |
C.The importance of allies in life. | D.Magical functions of emotions. |
3 . When reading, my mother likes to slice a paragraph or a sentence out and attach it to the wall of her kitchen. She picks boring sentences that puzzle me. But I prefer copying favorite bright lines into a journal in soft, gray No. 2 pencil, word by word.
She doesn’t know any of this. There's nothing shocking: for our chatting. we seldom begin certain conversations though we talk on the phone weekly, sometimes making each other laugh so hard that I choke and she cries. But what we don't say could fill up rooms. Fights with my father. Small failures in school. Anything that really upsets us.
My mother has never told me “I love you, Lisa.”—as if the four-word absence explains who I am—so I carry it with me, like a label on me. The last time she almost spoke the words was two years ago, when she called to tell me a friend had been in hospital. I said, “I love you, Mom.” She stopped for a while and then said, “Thank you.” I haven't said it since, but I've wondered why my mother doesn't until I've found a poem that supplies words for the blank spaces I try to understand in our conversations:
Don’t fill up on bread. I say absent-mindedly. The servings here are huge.
My son, middle-aged, says: Did you really just say that to me?
What he doesn’t know is that when we’re walking together, I desire to reach for his hand.
It's humble, yet heartbreaking. After copying it down in my journal, I emailed it to mom, adding “This poem makes me think of you.” My mother doesn’t read poetry—or at least, she doesn’t tell me, and I felt nervous clicking “Send”.
She never mentioned the poem. But the next time I went home for vacation, I noticed something new in the kitchen fixed to an antique board: the poem. The board hung above the heater, the warmest spot in the kitchen. The poem still hangs there. Neither my mother nor I have ever spoken about it.
1. What's the function of paragraph 1?A.To stress the theme. | B.To establish the setting. |
C.To represent the characters. | D.To create the atmosphere. |
A.Shaky. | B.Distant. | C.Reserved. | D.Intense. |
A.It reminded her of mom's love. |
B.She wanted to apologize to mom. |
C.It suited mom's taste of literature. |
D.She needed an interpretation from mom. |
A.A memory of golden days. |
B.Daughter’s gratefulness to her. |
C.A decoration in the plain kitchen. |
D.Daughter's understanding of her. |
4 . This morning, a former student sent me a message, telling me he is living a happy life. He said he often thinks of me and that he especially misses my
My thoughts went back to that shy, overweight boy who
That spring I decided to give my students more
Messages of this kind always call up sweet memories. Yes, as a (n)
A.literature | B.exercise | C.language | D.physics |
A.transferred | B.turned | C.applied | D.belonged |
A.careless | B.curious | C.friendly | D.withdrawn |
A.logical | B.expressive | C.athletic | D.calculating |
A.join | B.make | C.coach | D.inspect |
A.names | B.numbers | C.teachers | D.helpers |
A.abandoned | B.promoted | C.caught | D.selected |
A.modest | B.creative | C.committed | D.respected |
A.encouragement | B.training | C.concern | D.assistance |
A.out of breath | B.out of sight | C.out of practice | D.out of shape |
A.get along with | B.put up with | C.fit in with | D.keep up with |
A.flexible | B.relaxed | C.enthusiastic | D.intelligent |
A.mistakes | B.excuses | C.changes | D.comments |
A.determination | B.potential | C.optimism | D.competence |
A.ambitious | B.professional | C.confident | D.caring |
5 . I was cleaning out a cupboard the other day when I made an amazing discovery. Inside I
Yet there it was, resting under a lot of paper to be recycled. I might have
I’m in the middle of reading another book
I find it fascinating to think that this could happen; that after more than fifty years my father could
A.locked | B.found | C.placed | D.hid |
A.notes | B.reviews | C.chapters | D.references |
A.regret | B.relief | C.satisfaction | D.amazement |
A.long | B.fun | C.popular | D.romantic |
A.support | B.knowledge | C.approval | D.reach |
A.life | B.writing | C.reflection | D.education |
A.cleared away | B.passed down | C.counted on | D.handed out |
A.bothered | B.caught | C.shaken | D.disturbed |
A.or | B.so | C.but | D.for |
A.easy | B.quick | C.rough | D.clear |
A.briefly | B.closely | C.happily | D.calmly |
A.honor | B.comment | C.reward | D.attention |
A.design | B.anticipate | C.evaluate | D.record |
A.touch | B.raise | C.help | D.protect |
A.peaceful | B.successful | C.interesting | D.smooth |
When I was eight or nine years old, I wrote my first poem. My mother read the little poem and began to cry. “Buddy, you didn’t really write this beautiful, beautiful poem!”
Shyly, proud-bursting, I stammered that I had. She poured out her praise. Why, this poem was nothing short of genius! I glowed.
I spent the best part of that afternoon preparing for the arrival of my father. But he did not return until an hour late for dinner. “Ben, a beautiful thing has happened,” my mother began. “Buddy has written his first poem! And it’s beautiful, absolutely amazing.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to decide that for myself,” Father said.
That poem was only ten lines. But it seemed to take hours. I could hear my father breathing. “I think it’s lousy,” my father said.
“Ben, these are the first lines of poetry he’s ever written,” my mother was saying. “He needs encouragement.”
They quarreled over it. I couldn’t stand it another second. I ran from the dinning room bawling.
Up in my room I threw myself on the bed and sobbed.
A few years later I took a second look at that first poem; it was a pretty lousy poem. But it wasn’t until years later that the true meaning of that painful “first poem” experience dawned on me. As I became a professional writer, it became clearer and clearer to me how fortunate I had been. I had a mother who said, “Buddy, did you really write this? I think it’s wonderful!” and a father who shook his head no and drove me to tears with “I think it’s lousy.” A writer — in fact every one of us in life — needs that loving-mother force from which all creation flows; and yet alone it is incomplete, even misleading, finally destructive, without the father force to caution, “Watch. Listen. Review. Improve.”
1. How do you understand the underlined part in Paragraph 2?(no more than 8 words )2. Why did the writer’s parents quarrel at dinner?(no more than 10 words )
3. What did the writer think of his first poem when he grew older?(no more than 8 words )
4. What does the last paragraph mainly talk about?(no more than 15 words )
5. What kind of parents do you need in life?(no more than 20 words )
7 . Earlier that evening, my mother called, telling me that my brother died in a car crash. I stumbled (跌跌撞撞地走) around the house
I tried to hold my tears. I
Larry phoned a few friends.
The doorbell rang and I rose slowly for the door. It was Donna.
“I've come to clean your shoes,” she said.
Shoes were gathered. Donna
Now whenever I hear of an acquaintance's loss of a loved one, I think of one
A.forgetting | B.imagining | C.wondering | D.searching |
A.damage | B.failure | C.despair | D.mess |
A.aimlessly | B.helplessly | C.quickly | D.decisively |
A.hurry | B.decide | C.focus | D.move |
A.Constantly | B.Fortunately | C.Suddenly | D.Surprisingly |
A.call for | B.ask for | C.talk about | D.get across |
A.Touched | B.Shocked | C.Confused | D.Amused |
A.minutes | B.hours | C.weeks | D.decades |
A.satisfaction | B.funeral | C.smiles | D.wishes |
A.laid | B.stood | C.rested | D.settled |
A.released | B.held | C.stopped | D.caused |
A.keeping | B.concentrating | C.insisting | D.depending |
A.thoughts | B.rooms | C.sadness | D.luggage |
A.specific | B.normal | C.challenging | D.perfect |
A.idea | B.personality | C.identity | D.need |
8 . “I knew when I saw you, I wanted to take you home,” my dad says to me when I visit him one Saturday. There is a deep-seated
My father has Alzheimer’s (老人痴呆症). He does not
Another Saturday, he points to a photo of me and says, “She’s smart.” Does he know the
Now I bring a spoonful of yogurt to his lips. With a
These words are all he can give now. But they make me understand more
His door was always
Time, advice, money. There were many ways he
And he gives, still. The
A.fear | B.memory | C.doubt | D.opinion |
A.gladly | B.eventually | C.generally | D.gradually |
A.surprises | B.answers | C.amuses | D.calms |
A.successful | B.same | C.independent | D.responsible |
A.admiration | B.confidence | C.affection | D.curiosity |
A.cold | B.feeding | C.firm | D.trembling |
A.guided | B.followed | C.scolded | D.assessed |
A.easily | B.deeply | C.quickly | D.carefully |
A.magical | B.closed | C.open | D.safe |
A.hesitate | B.intend | C.pretend | D.attempt |
A.valued | B.divided | C.killed | D.volunteered |
A.tried | B.took | C.preserved | D.gave |
A.chat | B.disease | C.visit | D.decision |
A.known | B.faced | C.left | D.remembered |
A.important | B.convenient | C.impressive | D.difficult |
9 . My Dad’s Jeep
When my father died, I got his car. Eight years later, it’s
“Because it’s Grandpa Jack’s?” Fianna asked as we
To Fianna, Grandpa Jack is a concept, not a(n)
One recent morning, I pulled up into our driveway after
I let every
A.fading away | B.shooting up | C.falling apart | D.dying out |
A.often | B.occasionally | C.obviously | D.again |
A.original | B.special | C.ordinary | D.adjustable |
A.left | B.broke | C.ran | D.pulled |
A.alive | B.conscious | C.warm | D.quiet |
A.tough | B.real | C.honest | D.innocent |
A.situation | B.absence | C.state | D.job |
A.meet | B.receive | C.miss | D.recognize |
A.shocks | B.tolerates | C.surrounds | D.comforts |
A.proof | B.advice | C.progress | D.news |
A.occupied | B.balanced | C.filled | D.replaced |
A.keeping | B.knocking | C.dropping | D.showing |
A.puzzled | B.alarmed | C.refreshed | D.seated |
A.version | B.memory | C.view | D.treatment |
A.ever | B.somehow | C.never | D.seldom |
My parents grew up poor. But as a family, we were comfortable, though we didn’t have much what would be considered luxuries. One year, my father went on a trip to Italy and brought my mother an opal ring. It was her favorite stone, and she cherished that ring. It represented Dad’s love for her.
Dad died at the age of 53 in 1980 after a grueling battle with cancer. Mom was working at Burlington Coat Factory Department store. She usually wore the ring to work. Over the years, the ring became impossible for my Mom to wear because of her swollen knuckles (指关节). I had the ring fitted with a clasp so that Mom could wear it again. She took great pride in the frequent compliments as she got on that ring.
One day during her shift, the ring slipped off. She didn’t realize it until the following day. Mom was sad. The ring did not have a high monetary value, but it meant as much to her as life itself. I decided to go and look for it.
I encountered Chloe, one of my Mom’s co-workers at my Mom’s workplace. She led me to the store where Mom worked, and then left. It was packed with clothes, racks and tables. I started row by row crawling on the floor to see if I could find the ring underneath all the clothes. When I got to the last row and hadn’t found the ring, the thought occurred to me that it might have fallen into the pocket of a coat as my Mom was hanging or rearranging the clothes. I started feeling around in the pockets of some of the coats, but quickly abandoned. There were at least 20,000 pieces of clothing in that department. The attempt seemed useless.
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I stood by a small table in disappointment when Chloe came in.
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I called my Mom and now I was choking back tears.
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