I will never forget the year I was about twelve years old. My mother told us that we would not be _21_ Christmas gifts because there was not enough money. I felt sad and thought, “What would I say when the other kids asked what I’d 22 ?” Just when I started to 23 that there would not be a Christmas that year, three women 24 at our house with gifts for all of us. For me they brought a doll. I felt such a sense of 25 that I would no longer have to be embarrassed when I returned to school. I wasn’t 26 . Somebody had thought 27 of me to bring me a gift.Years later, when I stood in the kitchen of my new house, thinking how I wanted to make my 28 Christmas there special and memorable, I 29 remembered the women’s visit. I decided that I wanted to create that same feeling of 30 for as many children as I could possibly reach.So I 31 a plan and gathered forty people from my company to help. We gathered about 125 orphans (孤儿) at the Christmas party. For every child, we wrapped colorful packages filled with toys, clothes, and school supplies, 32 with a child’s name. We wanted all of them to know they were 33 . Before I called out their names and handed them their gifts, I 34 them that they couldn’t open their presents 35 every child had come forward. Finally the 36 they had been waiting for came as I called out, “One, two, three. Open your presents!” As the children opened their packages, their faces beamed and their bright smiles 37 up the room. The 38 in the room was obvious, and 39 wasn’t just about toys. It was a feeling –the feeling I knew 40 that Christmas so long ago when the women came to visit. I wasn’t forgotten. Somebody thought of me. I matter.21. A. sending B. receiving C. making D. exchanging
I will never forget the year I was about twelve years old. My mother told us that we would not be _21_ Christmas gifts because there was not enough money. I felt sad and thought, “What would I say when the other kids asked what I’d 22 ?” Just when I started to 23 that there would not be a Christmas that year, three women 24 at our house with gifts for all of us. For me they brought a doll. I felt such a sense of 25 that I would no longer have to be embarrassed when I returned to school. I wasn’t 26 . Somebody had thought 27 of me to bring me a gift.
Years later, when I stood in the kitchen of my new house, thinking how I wanted to make my 28 Christmas there special and memorable, I 29 remembered the women’s visit. I decided that I wanted to create that same feeling of 30 for as many children as I could possibly reach.
So I 31 a plan and gathered forty people from my company to help. We gathered about 125 orphans (孤儿) at the Christmas party. For every child, we wrapped colorful packages filled with toys, clothes, and school supplies, 32 with a child’s name. We wanted all of them to know they were 33 . Before I called out their names and handed them their gifts, I 34 them that they couldn’t open their presents 35 every child had come forward. Finally the 36 they had been waiting for came as I called out, “One, two, three. Open your presents!” As the children opened their packages, their faces beamed and their bright smiles 37 up the room. The 38 in the room was obvious, and 39 wasn’t just about toys. It was a feeling –the feeling I knew 40 that Christmas so long ago when the women came to visit. I wasn’t forgotten. Somebody thought of me. I matter.
21. A. sending B. receiving C. making D. exchanging
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AWhen I was going home to India last year, I called up my mother to ask if she wanted anything from china,When India had not opened up its markers to the world, I carried suitcase loads of dark glasses and jeans. Thankfully, we can get all these anywhere in India now,Still ,her answer surprised me:“Green tea,”As long as I can remember she didn’t even drink Indian tea.I dutifully bought a big packet of Longjing and headed home to hear the story. My mother and her brother, both regular newspaper readers, believed that Chinese green tea was the wonder drug for all illnessesAt the turn of the century, China was not really familiar to the average Indian, It was a strange countryHow things change [And how soon]Now every town of any size seems to have a “China Market”. And everyone is talking about ChinaThe government of India has planned to send a team to China to see how things are done A minister once said that India must open the doors for more foreign investment（投资）and such a step would “work wonders as it did for China”.But it’s a two-way street, I just heard about a thousand Shenzhen office workers who have gone to Rangalore to train in software. Meanwhile, all the IT majors are setting up a strong presence in China,No wonder that trade, which was only in the millions just ten years ago, is expected to his about us$15 billion for last year and us$20 billion by 2008, a goal set by both governments,No wonder, my colleague wrote some weeks ago about this being the Sino-Indian（中印）century as the two countries started on January I the Sino-Indian Friendship Year,But what is still a wonder to me is my mother drinking Chinese tea.56 Why did the mother ask for Chinese green tea?A, she was tired of Indian teaB, she had a son working in China.C, she believed it had a curing effectD, she was fond of Chinese products,
People tend to talk about presents in a fairly loving way. A woman whose mother had died years ago described the many gifts around her house.These were gifts that her mother had given her over the years:“I appreciate these, and they mean something to me,”the woman said,“because I remember the occasions they were given on, and that they were from my mother, and the relationship we’ve had.”The gifts remain and keep the relationship alive in mind. This woman felt the same way about the gifts she gave to others. She hoped that the recipients would look at here gifts in years to come and
第二节： 完形填空（共20小题：每小题1分， 满分20分）阅读下面短文，掌握其大意， 然后从21-40各题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出最佳选项，并在答题纸上将该选项标号涂黑。I will never forget the year I was about twelve years old. My mother told us that we would not be _21_ Christmas gifts because there was not enough money. I felt sad and thought, “What would I say when the other kids asked what I’d 22 ?” Just when I started to 23 that there would not be a Christmas that year, three women 24 at our house with gifts for all of us. For me they brought a doll, I felt such a sense of 25 that I would no longer have to be embarrassed when I returned to school. I wasn’t 26 . Somebody had thought 27 of me to bring me a gift.Years later, when I stood in the kitchen of my new house, thinking how I wanted to make my 28 Christmas there special and memorable, I 29 remembered the women’s visit. I decided that I wanted to create that same feeling of 30 for as many children as I could possibly reach.So I 31 a plan and gathered forty people from my company to help. We gathered about 125 orphans (孤儿) at the Christmas party. For every child, we wrapped colorful packages filled with toys, clothes, and school suppliers, 32 with a child’s name. We wanted all of them to know they were 33 . Before I called out their names and handed them their gifts, I 34 them that they couldn’t open their presents 35 every child had come forward. Finally the 36 they had been waiting for same as I called out, “One, two, three. Open your presents!” As the children opened their packages, their faces beamed and their bright smiles 37 up the room. The 38 in the room was obvious, and f 39 wasn’t just about toys. It was a feeling –the feeling I knew 40 that Christmas as long also when the women came to visit. I wasn’t forgotten. Somebody thought of me. I matter.21__________A. sendingB. receivingC. makingD. exchanging
第一节：阅读下列短文， 从每题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出最佳选项， 并在答题纸上将该选项标号涂黑。A.When you are little, the whole world feels like a big playground. I was living in Conyers, Georgia the summer it all happened. I was a second grader, but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade. Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie’s basement. As I opened the basement door, before we lay the biggest room, full of amazing things like guns, dolls, and old clothes. I ran downstairs, and spotted red steel can. It was paint. I looked beyond it and there, lay even more paint in *** colors like purple, orange, blue and green.“Stephanie, I just found us a project for the day. Get some paintbrushes. We are fixing to paint.” She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work. We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our material to my yard. There on the road in front of my house, we painted bit stripes (条纹) of colors across the pavement (人行道). Stripe by stripe, our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow. It was fantastic!The sun was starting to sink. I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car. It was my mother. I couldn’t wait to show her my masterpiece. The car pulled slowly into the driveway and from the look on my mother’s face, I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me. Her eyes glaring, she shouted, “What in the world were you thinking? I understood when you made castles ** of leaves, ‘and climbed the neighbors’ trees, but this! Come inside right now!” I stood there glaring hack at her for a minute, angry because she had insulted (侮辱) my art.“Now “go clean it up!” Mother and I began cleaning the road. Tears ran down my checks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.Though years have now passed, I still wonder where my rainbow has gone. I wonder if, maybe when I get older, I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away. I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.41. What did the writer want to do when his mother came home?A. To introduce Stephanie to her.B. To prevent her from seeing his painting.C. To put the material back in the yard.D. To show his artwork to her.
AI'm Joe． I-m twelve years old． I like September very much． September 9th is my birthday， and my father's birthday is in September，too．We have a birthday party ev-ery year． Teachers Day is in September， too． And I can play with all my teachers． So September is my favorite． What about you?( )21．1t is Joe's________ birthday this year．A． twelveB．twelfthC． ninthD． nine
BI usually wake up(醒来) early in the morning． Then I get up and get dressed． I eat breakfast at seven． I have bread and milk for breakfast． I leave home at about seven thirty． I don-t like to be late for school．I have many classes in the morning ． At about twelve， I come home for lunch． In the afternoon， I am 'not so busy． After school， I do my homework and play with other children．At five thirty， my father and mother come back from work． We have supper．After that， we read newspapers(报纸) or listen to the radio for a little while(一会儿)．Sometimes we watch TV． I go to bed at nine． But my father often works late at night．He goes to bed at midnight(半夜)．26． What do you have for breakfast?
I will never forget the days _______ I spent with my friends in Beijing.A.whenB.thatC.in whichD.on that
I met him on the Internet and we chatted for several months. Every time I suggested we meet in person，he would come up with an excuse. I thought it was strange-but he told me that he had not gotten over the death of his wife and he was still grieving for her.I thought that he needed a friend and decided that I could be that friend. We sent cards, exchanged gifts，talked on the phone and I was sure that we would meet someday. I had spoken with his children so I was sure that what he told me was true. I could not wait for the day when we would meet. I was so looking forward to being able to reach out and touch him. To hug him，to hold him and feel his big strong arms around me.After almost two years of time，thousands of dollars on long distance phone calls，I was very frustrated at the endless stream of excuses as to why we could never seem to make a time to meet. Finally，contacted the website WhoisHe. com and asked if they could check out the man who had taken up so much of my heart，my energy and my life. I had enough information about him and felt that if I could confirm what he had been telling me-I could feel okay about these delays. I had hopes that I didn't want to dash if he was telling the truth. I believed I could wait a little while longer.Well, I am glad that I decided to have him checked out-he was nothing he claimed to be. He was first and foremost a married man. He was not a man grieving for the loss of his wife. He was a man cheating on his wife，with me-and I found out later，with countless others on the“net”. He did not care that he had hurt me in a very deep and pathetic way. He talked of spending his life together with me. He told my son that he wanted to make me happy. Basically，he just lied. He was such a good liar I did not see it coming. It was as if he had been able to worm his way into my heart-and he didn't care about the effect he had on my hopes and dreams.Each of us should look at the signs that are so clear if we are willing to see them. Do not let someone keep making excuse after excuse. If something feels wrong-likely it is. It is good to know the truth and be able to deal with it. Next time I will pay more attention. I may never be able to trust someone online again.It can be inferred from Para. 4 that______.A．the man was a single person in realityB．the woman was the man's only girlfriendC．the man had too many girlfriends on the netD．the woman had countless online boyfriends
When you are little, the whole world feels like a big playground. I was living in Conyers, Georgia the summer it all happened. I was a second grader, but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade. Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie’s basement. As I opened the basement door, before us lay the biggest room, full of amazing things like guns, dolls, and old clothes. I ran downstairs, and spotted red steel can. It was paint. I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple, orange, blue and green.“Stephanie, I just found us a project for the day. Get some paintbrushes. We are fixing to paint.” She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work. We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our materials to my yard. There on the road in front of my house, we painted bit stripes (条纹) of colors across the pavement (人行道). Stripe by stripe, our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow. It was fantastic!The sun was starting to sink. I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car. It was my mother. I couldn’t wait to show her my masterpiece. The car pulled slowly into the driveway and from the look on my mother’s face, I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me. Her eyes glaring, she shouted, “What in the world were you thinking? I understood when you made castles out of leaves, and climbed the neighbors’ trees, but this! Come inside right now!” I stood there glaring hack at her for a minute, angry because she had insulted (侮辱) my art.“Now go clean it up!” Mother and I began cleaning the road. Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.Though years have now passed, I still wonder where my rainbow has gone. I wonder if, maybe when I get older, I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away. I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.41. What did the writer want to do when his mother came home?A. To introduce Stephanie to her.B. To prevent her from seeing his painting.C. To put the materials back in the yard.D. To show his artwork to her.
共用题干1.Two former lovers are to get married next month after reuniting on Facebook 27 years after their romance first ended.2.Paul Eaton,56,and Dawn Pitman,48,first met when he stayed at her mother's bed and breakfast hotel in 1982.The couple enjoyed an 18-month romance before going their separate ways because Ms. Pitman,then 21,thought she was too young to settle down.3.They both met other partners and had children in the following years,but never forgot about each other,then in 2008,water board worker Mr. Eaton joined social networking website Facebook, where he saw some pictures of Ms.Pitman on holiday and got in touch.The mother-of-one,a care worker from Exmouth,Devon,said,"I went to America on holiday and my niece Rachel put all these pictures on Facebook.The irony was that I told her to put them off because I felt it was an invasion of privacy and she said she would get them around to it when she had time.If I hadn't been on Facebook,he would not have contacted me and we would have never got back together."4.Ms.Pitman later mentioned,"I did think of him quite a lot over the years and wondered what happened to him. He hasn't changed a bit.He's the same old laid back,easygoing Paul I knew all those years ago."Mr. Eaton,a father-of-two from Bransley,South Yorkshire said:"It was totally a chance thing. I had only been on Facebook for one day.I just typed Dawn's name in and I hoped for the best.It was a bit scary when I contacted her. I thought she might be married and would have a dozen kids."5.The couple met up again on New Year's Eve 2008 and were amazed to discover the intervening years had been kind to each other."It was a real shock,"Mrs.Pitman said,"We both saw each other and he was exactly the same as I remember and that's what he said about me.He hadn't changed a bit.I knew then he was the one for me."6.Mr. Eaton added:"We just knew instantly as soon as we met up again.We didn't even have to discuss it or propose.When we knew each other all those years ago,I was a white van man and Dawn had a sports car. I still got a white van and Dawn still has a sports car. Some things never change.She always said that we would see each other again.I just didn't think it would be 27 years."The couple are due to get married in Exmouth on March 20.Paragraph 6______A:How Facebook Works.B:The Old Romance Between Mr. Eaton and Ms.Pitman.C:Ms.Pitman's Holiday in America.D:How the Couple Found Each Other.E:The Happy Ending.F: The Meeting After 27 Years.
共用题干1.Two former lovers are to get married next month after reuniting on Facebook 27 years after their romance first ended.2.Paul Eaton,56,and Dawn Pitman,48,first met when he stayed at her mother's bed and breakfast hotel in 1982.The couple enjoyed an 18-month romance before going their separate ways because Ms. Pitman,then 21,thought she was too young to settle down.3.They both met other partners and had children in the following years,but never forgot about each other,then in 2008,water board worker Mr. Eaton joined social networking website Facebook, where he saw some pictures of Ms.Pitman on holiday and got in touch.The mother-of-one,a care worker from Exmouth,Devon,said,"I went to America on holiday and my niece Rachel put all these pictures on Facebook.The irony was that I told her to put them off because I felt it was an invasion of privacy and she said she would get them around to it when she had time.If I hadn't been on Facebook,he would not have contacted me and we would have never got back together."4.Ms.Pitman later mentioned,"I did think of him quite a lot over the years and wondered what happened to him. He hasn't changed a bit.He's the same old laid back,easygoing Paul I knew all those years ago."Mr. Eaton,a father-of-two from Bransley,South Yorkshire said:"It was totally a chance thing. I had only been on Facebook for one day.I just typed Dawn's name in and I hoped for the best.It was a bit scary when I contacted her. I thought she might be married and would have a dozen kids."5.The couple met up again on New Year's Eve 2008 and were amazed to discover the intervening years had been kind to each other."It was a real shock,"Mrs.Pitman said,"We both saw each other and he was exactly the same as I remember and that's what he said about me.He hadn't changed a bit.I knew then he was the one for me."6.Mr. Eaton added:"We just knew instantly as soon as we met up again.We didn't even have to discuss it or propose.When we knew each other all those years ago,I was a white van man and Dawn had a sports car. I still got a white van and Dawn still has a sports car. Some things never change.She always said that we would see each other again.I just didn't think it would be 27 years."The couple are due to get married in Exmouth on March 20.He's the same old laid back,easygoing Paul I knew______.A:got in touchB:an invasion of privacyC:too young to settle downD:her candlesE:met upF: all those years ago
共用题干1.Two former lovers are to get married next month after reuniting on Facebook 27 years after their romance first ended.2.Paul Eaton,56,and Dawn Pitman,48,first met when he stayed at her mother's bed and breakfast hotel in 1982.The couple enjoyed an 18-month romance before going their separate ways because Ms. Pitman,then 21,thought she was too young to settle down.3.They both met other partners and had children in the following years,but never forgot about each other,then in 2008,water board worker Mr. Eaton joined social networking website Facebook, where he saw some pictures of Ms.Pitman on holiday and got in touch.The mother-of-one,a care worker from Exmouth,Devon,said,"I went to America on holiday and my niece Rachel put all these pictures on Facebook.The irony was that I told her to put them off because I felt it was an invasion of privacy and she said she would get them around to it when she had time.If I hadn't been on Facebook,he would not have contacted me and we would have never got back together."4.Ms.Pitman later mentioned,"I did think of him quite a lot over the years and wondered what happened to him. He hasn't changed a bit.He's the same old laid back,easygoing Paul I knew all those years ago."Mr. Eaton,a father-of-two from Bransley,South Yorkshire said:"It was totally a chance thing. I had only been on Facebook for one day.I just typed Dawn's name in and I hoped for the best.It was a bit scary when I contacted her. I thought she might be married and would have a dozen kids."5.The couple met up again on New Year's Eve 2008 and were amazed to discover the intervening years had been kind to each other."It was a real shock,"Mrs.Pitman said,"We both saw each other and he was exactly the same as I remember and that's what he said about me.He hadn't changed a bit.I knew then he was the one for me."6.Mr. Eaton added:"We just knew instantly as soon as we met up again.We didn't even have to discuss it or propose.When we knew each other all those years ago,I was a white van man and Dawn had a sports car. I still got a white van and Dawn still has a sports car. Some things never change.She always said that we would see each other again.I just didn't think it would be 27 years."The couple are due to get married in Exmouth on March 20.The irony was that I told her to put them off because I felt it was______.A:got in touchB:an invasion of privacyC:too young to settle downD:her candlesE:met upF: all those years ago
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking forgiveness?A.She had never received the letter.B.For years, she often talked about the letter.C.She didn't forgive her daughter at all in all her life.D.She read the letter again and again till she died.
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. The passage shows that _______A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughterB.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had doneC.mother cared much about her daughter in wordsD.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. The writer began to love her mother's deskA.after mother diedB.before she became a writerC.when she was a childD.when mother gave it to her
When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate me and train me up for love. It is for these people that I reserve the glowing hours, too good not to share. When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and "too serious" about our stud- ies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say:"Let's start with a train whistle today." We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped. When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend, he was in despair and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other. For almost four years I have had remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in ~ a funny way, in the other's dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think : "Yes, I must tell..." We have never met. It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist,who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend. What is the best title for the passage?A. Unforgettable Experiences B. Remarkable ImaginationC. Lifelong Friendship D. Noble Companions
When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate me and train me up for love. It is for these people that I reserve the glowing hours, too good not to share. When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and "too serious" about our stud- ies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say:"Let's start with a train whistle today." We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped. When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend, he was in despair and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other. For almost four years I have had remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in ~ a funny way, in the other's dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think : "Yes, I must tell..." We have never met. It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist,who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend. In the eighth grade, what the author did before developing proper social behavior was to_________.A. become serious about her studyB. go to her friend's house regularlyC. learn from her classmates at schoolD. share poems and stories with her friend
When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate me and train me up for love. It is for these people that I reserve the glowing hours, too good not to share. When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and "too serious" about our stud- ies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say:"Let's start with a train whistle today." We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped. When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend, he was in despair and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other. For almost four years I have had remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in ~ a funny way, in the other's dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think : "Yes, I must tell..." We have never met. It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist,who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend. In paragraph 3, "We gave London to each other" probably means__________.A. our exploration of London was a memorable gift to both of usB. we were unwilling to tear ourselves away from LondonC. our unpleasant feeling about London disappearedD. we parted with each other in London
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. What's the best title of the passage?A.My Letter to MotherB.Mother and ChildrenC.Mv Mother's DeskD.Talks hetween Mother and Me
When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate me and train me up for love. It is for these people that I reserve the glowing hours, too good not to share. When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and "too serious" about our stud- ies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say:"Let's start with a train whistle today." We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped. When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend, he was in despair and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other. For almost four years I have had remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in ~ a funny way, in the other's dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think : "Yes, I must tell..." We have never met. It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist,who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend. In the darkest moments, the author would prefer toA. seek professional help B. be left aloneC. stay with her best friend D. break the silence
根据下列内容，回答186-190题。I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mothersat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I de-cided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during herfinal illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said a-gain, "it's for Elizabeth."I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. Butas a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy fami-ly. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she didforgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disap-pointment, then little interest and, finally, peace--it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't besure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and ! could stop try-ing to make her into someone she was not.Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased thatwriting was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photoof my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letterasks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.The writer began to love her mother's desk__________.A.after mother diedB.before she became a writerC.when she was a childD.when mother gave it to her
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. The word "gulf" in the passage means _______A.deep understanding between the old and the youngB.different ideas between the mother and the daughterC.free talks between mother and daughterD.part of the sea going far in land
I recently went to a charity party. At the end of the visit our host told us that the following Monday was his birthday. He asked21, as a gift to him, we would do something kind for someone else on that day. I thought that was a terrible birthday 22 !The following Monday, I saw my neighbor, a new mother, in the garden with her baby, I went outside to say"hello" to her. During the talk, she told me, not in a complaining 23 but just as a matter of fact, about the sleeplessness and the challenges to get anything done with a baby followed by. I 24 the charity party host's request and said,"Hey!Why don't 25 watch your baby for an hour!I will just hang out with him here in the back garden 26 you go in and take an hour to yourself."She was so surprised that she almost cried."Are you 27 Would you be able to do that ""Of course! " I said. "I'd be happy to! " An hour later she came outside with a smile on her face."I have 28 so much done! " she told me, and I told her that I had sung every kid's song I knew and had a good time hanging out with the baby, too. And I was so happy to see her smiling like that.It was one of the best 29 I've ever given, and it has given me the desire to ask the same 30 all my friends this year. I know it will make me feel great to know my friends are out there sharing their wisdom and time with people who can really use it.I recently went to a charity party. At the end of the visit our host told us that the following Monday was his birthday. He asked21, as a gift to him, we would do something kind for someone else on that day. I thought that was a terrible birthday 22 !The following Monday, I saw my neighbor, a new mother, in the garden with her baby, I went outside to say"hello" to her. During the talk, she told me, not in a complaining 23 but just as a matter of fact, about the sleeplessness and the challenges to get anything done with a baby followed by. I 24 the charity party host's request and said,"Hey!Why don't 25 watch your baby for an hour!I will just hang out with him here in the back garden 26 you go in and take an hour to yourself."She was so surprised that she almost cried."Are you 27 Would you be able to do that ""Of course! " I said. "I'd be happy to! " An hour later she came outside with a smile on her face."I have 28 so much done! " she told me, and I told her that I had sung every kid's song I knew and had a good time hanging out with the baby, too. And I was so happy to see her smiling like that.It was one of the best 29 I've ever given, and it has given me the desire to ask the same 30 all my friends this year. I know it will make me feel great to know my friends are out there sharing their wisdom and time with people who can really use it.A.orB.butC.andD.since
I recently went to a charity party. At the end of the visit our host told us that the following Monday was his birthday. He asked21, as a gift to him, we would do something kind for someone else on that day. I thought that was a terrible birthday 22 !The following Monday, I saw my neighbor, a new mother, in the garden with her baby, I went outside to say"hello" to her. During the talk, she told me, not in a complaining 23 but just as a matter of fact, about the sleeplessness and the challenges to get anything done with a baby followed by. I 24 the charity party host's request and said,"Hey!Why don't 25 watch your baby for an hour!I will just hang out with him here in the back garden 26 you go in and take an hour to yourself."She was so surprised that she almost cried."Are you 27 Would you be able to do that ""Of course! " I said. "I'd be happy to! " An hour later she came outside with a smile on her face."I have 28 so much done! " she told me, and I told her that I had sung every kid's song I knew and had a good time hanging out with the baby, too. And I was so happy to see her smiling like that.It was one of the best 29 I've ever given, and it has given me the desire to ask the same 30 all my friends this year. I know it will make me feel great to know my friends are out there sharing their wisdom and time with people who can really use it.A.thatB.howC.ifD.what
When you are little,the whole world feels like a big playground.I was living in Conyers,Georgia the summer it all happened.I was a second grader,but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade.Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie′s basement.As I opened the basement door,before us lay the biggest room,full of amazing things like guns,dolls,and old clothes.I ran downstairs,and spotted a red steel can.It was paint.I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple,orange,blue and green."Stephanie,I just found us a project,for the day.Get some paintbrushes.We are fixing to paint."She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work.We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our materials to my yard.There on the road in front of my house,we painted bit stripes（条纹）of colors across the pavement（人行道）.Stripe by stripe,our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow.It was fantastic!The sun was starting to sink.I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car.It was my mother.I couldn′t wait to show her my masterpiece.The car pulled slowly into the drive way and from the look on my mother′s face,I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me.Her eyes glaring,she shouted,"What in the world were you thinking?I understood when you made castles out of leaves,and climbed the neighbors′trees,but this!Come inside right now!"I stood there glaring back at her for a minute,angry because she had insulted（侮辱）my art."Now go to clean it up!"Mother and I began cleaning the road.Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.Though years have now passed,I still wonder where my?rainbow?has gone.I wonder if,maybe when I get older,I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away.I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.It can be learned from the passage that parents shouldA.encourage children to paintB.value friendship among childrenC.discover the hidden talent in childrenD.protect rather than destroy children's dreams
单选题I tell my mother about my trials at work and brag（） about the kids.AlieBboastCsecretiveDfeelawkward
单选题I’ll never forget the time ______ I spent with my grandparents in the countryside when I was five years old.AwhenBin whichCthatDat which