Dear God, I thought, what 2 has entered the life of this little girl?
After settling Mary into her new desk and 3 her, I went to the headmaster. She said, "Sit down and
I"ll 4 you in. Mary"s mother who loved her very much was shot and killed in her 5 one night at their
house. Mary, screaming, escaped to a neighbor"s. Then the child went into 6 . She hadn"t cried or 7
her mother since."
I returned only to discover that the children were already avoiding this " 8 " child. "Mary"s been hurt
badly, but we can do a lot to help her," I explained gently. Bless all children. How loving they can be 9
they understand.
In spite of our 10 , we seemed to be getting no closer to Mary and even my faith was wearing 11 .
My heart ached so badly, wanting this child to come alive, to be aware of the beauty, the wonder, the fun,
and even the 12 of living.
Spring approaching, children 13 to make flower baskets for room decoration. During the lunch time,
a girl came hurrying to me. "Come to see Mary"s basket," she said 14 . "You"ll never believe it!" I 15
my breath at its beauty, for it couldn"t have been the work from a child that 16 .
"Mary," I said. "This is beautiful. How did you ever 17 ?" She looked at me with the shining eyes of
any 18 little girl, saying, "My mother loved flowers."
Thank you, God, You"ve 19 us the miracle . I knelt and put my arms around the child. Then the tears
came, slowly at first, but soon she was 20 her heart out against my shoulder. The other children had
tears in their eyes, too, but theirs-like mine-were tears of joy.
( )1. A. formed ( )2. A. wonder ( )3. A. introducing ( )4. A. come ( )5. A. home ( )6. A. shock ( )7. A. missed ( )8. A. sweet ( )9. A. before ( )10. A. lessons ( )11. A. strong ( )12. A. cost ( )13. A. decided ( )14. A. worriedly ( )15. A. caught ( )16. A. old ( )17. A. arrange ( )18. A. unusual ( )19. A. told ( )20. A. crying | B. broadened B. problem B. comforting B. fill B. presence B. anger B. mentioned B. sad B. though B. talks B. thick B. pain B. waited B. excitedly B. stopped B. weak B. prepare B. careful B. taught B. shouting | C. spread C. horror C. praising C. push C. company C. hunger C. seen C. lonely C. once C. words C. thin C. course C. preferred C. softly C. counted C. young C. handle C. normal C. paid C. drawing | D. froze D. amazement D. touching D. let D. eyes D. action D. heard D. different D. unless D. efforts D. heavy D. pleasure D. wished D. secretly D. took D. clever D. manage D. friendly D. given D. knocking | ||||||||||||||||||
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I began working in journalism when I was eight. It was my mother"s idea. She wanted me to "make something" of myself, and decided I had better start young if I was to have any chance of keeping up with the competition. With my load of magazines I headed toward Belleville Avenue. The crowds were there. There were two gas stations on the corner of Belleville and Union. For several hours I made myself highly visible, making sure everyone could see me and the heavy black letters on the bag that said THE SATURDAY EVENING POST. When it was suppertime, I walked back home. " How many did you sell, my boy?" my mother asked. " None." " Where did you go?" " The corner of Belleville and Union Avenues." " What did you do?" " Stood on the corner waiting for somebody to buy a Saturday Evening Post." " You just stood there?" " Didn"t sell a single one." " My God, Russell!" Uncle Allen put in, " Well, I"ve decided to take the Post." I handed him a copy and he paid me a nickel. It was the first nickel I earned. Afterwards my mother taught me how to be a salesman. I would have to ring doorbells, address adults with self-confidence, and persuade them by saying that no one, no matter how poor, could afford to be without the Saturday Evening Post in the home. One day, I told my mother I"d changed my mind. I didn"t want to make a success in the magazine business. " If you think you can change your mind like this," she replied, " you"ll become a good-for-nothing." She insisted that, as soon as school was over, I should start ringing doorbells, selling magazines. Whenever I said no, she would scold me. My mother and I had fought this battle almost as long as I could remember. My mother, dissatisfied with my father"s plain workman"s life, determined that I would not grow up like him and his people. But never did she expect that, forty years later, such a successful journalist as me would go back to her husband"s people for true life and love. | |||||||||||||||||||||
1. Why did the boy start his job young? | |||||||||||||||||||||
A. He wanted to be famous in the future. B. The job was quite easy for him. C. His mother had high hopes for him. D. The competition for the job was fierce. | |||||||||||||||||||||
2. From the dialogue between the boy and his mother, we learn that the mother was _______. | |||||||||||||||||||||
A. excited B. interested C. ashamed D. disappointed | |||||||||||||||||||||
3. What did the mother do when the boy wanted to give up? | |||||||||||||||||||||
A. She forced him to continue. B. She punished him. C. She gave him some money. D. She changed her plan. | |||||||||||||||||||||
4. What does the underlined phrase "this battle"(last paragraph) refer to? | |||||||||||||||||||||
A. The war between the boy"s parents. B. The arguing between the boy and his mother. C. The quarrel between the boy and his customers. D. The fight between the boy and his father. | |||||||||||||||||||||
5. What is the text mainly about? | |||||||||||||||||||||
A. The early life of a journalist. B. The early success of a journalist. C. The happy childhood of the writer. D. The important role of the writer in his family. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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One evening I heard a loud crash in our quiet neighborhood. 1 that evening, my wife had asked me to go to the store to get some soft drinks.It was a good time to let my teenage daughter Holly practice her 2 , so I sent her to the store in my truck.At dinner my son talked about how much he liked my 3 .I enjoyed having it, but I said: "Guy, my heart is not set on that truck.I like it but it is 4 metal and won" t last forever." After hearing the loud noise, the whole 5 ran outside.My son shouted: "Dad, Dad, Holly crashed your truck." My heart sank and my mind was 6 with conflicting thoughts. Was anyone hurt? Who else was involved? As I ran to the door, I heard a voice in my 7 saying: "Here is a chance to show Holly what you really 8 .She" 11 never forget it." The accident had occurred in my own driveway.Holly had crashed my truck into our other car. Holly was not 9 physically but when I reached her, she was crying and saying: " Oh, Dad, I"m sorry.I know how much you love this truck." I held her in my arms as she cried. Later that week a friend 10 by and asked what had happened to my truck.I told her the whole 11 . Her eyes moistened(润湿) and she said: "That happened to me when I was a girl.I 12 my dad" s car and ran into a log that had fallen 13 the road.I ruined the car.When I got home my Dad knocked me to the ground and began to kick me. Over 40 years later, she still felt the 14 of the night.It was a deep wound on her 15 . I remember how 16 Holly was on the night she crashed our truck, and how I 17 her.One day, when Holly thinks 18 in the future, I want her to know that I love her a thousand times more than anything else. I repaired the car, but the dent(凹陷)in my truck is 19 there today.Every day it reminds me of what really 20 in my life. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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