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Let me take you 1 a couple of years.Come with me as we relearn a lesson, one that has stuck with
me, in my present memory, and 2 me yet.
We walked into Elida Road Hardware, an old-fashioned hardware store.No automatic door, not a
computer in the building.It was one that I went to fairly often.As we entered the door, two sounds 3 us.
The sleigh bells of last year made that sweet, peaceful tinkle as we opened the door.The other sound was
the electronic beeper that reminded Andy of our 4 .
"Good afternoon, Ryan," 5 the cheerful greeting.Andy was a very 6 sort of owner. He was of
medium build and height, and the smile on his face welcomed us.
We walked across the old wood floor.Andy asked us what he could help us with.I told him we were
7 a spring.He very patiently replied, "I have lots of springs.You"re going to need to be more 8 ."
"Just a spring for an old-fashioned screen door."
"That"s it.A screen door spring.Right down there." We 9 where he was pointing, and sure enough,
there they were.Andy knew his store, and his products.That was why I came here instead of Meijer. The
service couldn"t be beaten. The price -Yes.But service and 10
-No.
I picked up one and followed him to the 11 .
He 12 the price, doing the math in his head."$ 1.88 , with tax: comes to $ 1. 99. "
" Put it on my dad"s account."
He nodded and smiled, "Good dad"s account." He laughed."I don"t know what you boys would do
13 dad"s account!"
He handed me the ticket and as I 14 it I asked, "You really trust my signature?"
His reply surprised, 15 delighted me."When I can"t trust Jerry Hoover"s boys I can trust nobody!"
We left, and the brain 16 started to forget things, in order of importance.But what Andy said that
day rang in my ears.And it rings in my ears today.That"s a tall order to live up to. It"s a high standard of
17 . My father made a fame for that name, and I get to 18 the benefits.But on account of this, I
must 19 that fame. And that"s 20 business.
| ( )1. A. back ( )2. A. excites ( )3. A. greeted ( )4. A. absence ( )5. A. replied ( )6. A. special ( )7. A. looking up ( )8. A. specific ( )9. A. got to ( )10. A. description ( )11. A. comer ( )12. A. figured up ( )13. A. with ( )14. A. received ( )15. A. yet ( )16. A. immediately ( )17. A. devotion ( )18. A. realize ( )19. A. maintain ( )20. A. wonderful | B. away B. shocks B. hugged B. guests B. said B. friendly B. looking for B. special B. turned to B. determination B. cashier B. made up B. without B. signed B. still B. eventually B. fortune B. believe B. obtain B. optimistic | C. on C. amazes C. heard C. shopping C. came C. ordinary C. looking into C. particular C. stuck to C. satisfaction C. counter C. took up C. by C. wrote C. even C. merely C. consideration C. use C. contain C. serious | D. in D. inspires D. sensed D. presence D. cried D. appropriate D. looking at D. practical D. referred to D. imagination D. door D. put up D. for D. touched D. also D. possibly D. honesty D. enjoy D. entertain D. successful | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 1-5: ADADC 6-10: BBABC 11-15: CABBA 16-20 : ADDAC | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 阅读理解。 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| What separates me from everyone else? The difference is not what clothes I wear or the music I listen to, but what I feel inside. Ever since I was young, I have loved professional wrestling. I woke up every Saturday to watch my favorite "Superstars." As I grew older, I got a lot of flak for watching this "fake" sport. My peers would laugh at me for following what was called a "man"s soap opera." So, I put my love for wrestling on the shelf. Like everyone else, I wanted to be associated with the cool clique. I yearned to be invited to the parties of the in-crowd and hang out with the popular kids. I became pretty successful. Although my Friday evenings were busy with parties, I would still wake up early Saturdays to watch wrestling. It wasn"t until freshman year that I realized I wasn"t being myself. That year, I tried many new things and activities and made new friends. In my town, football was the sport, so I decided to play football, thinking it might give me a head start in popularity. The team started with 48 athletes. At the end, there were 14 of us left. I stuck it out not because I liked it, but because I am not a quitter. That long season taught me a lesson: I wasn"t a football player. More importantly, it taught me to be myself. After that season, I went back to being a wrestling fan. I watched it religiously, no matter what insults were thrown my way. I came across a quote: "Don"t Dream It, Be It." When I read this, my friend Dan had the same idea I had. "What if we build a wrestling ring?" we asked. We acquired the necessary wood and equipment for its construction. The following weekend, we met at his house. We saw our dream in a pile in his backyard. We worked from dawn to dusk to build our great establishment. By Sunday night, our mission was complete. Our hard work (combined with a little creativity) had paid off. We had a real ring. We decided to hold an "event." We practiced for hours, trying to improve every aspect of our wrestling ability. The date was May 24th. Our show had a start time of 9: 00 p.m. To our surprise, about one hundred family, friends and fans showed up to support us. It was the most important night of my life and a complete success. Since that time, we have held five shows with as many as two hundred and fifty people turning out. We continue to live this dream. We accomplished what we set out to do. We are now well known throughout school. When I walk down the halls, I am respected by my peers. Some are the same peers who ridiculed me for watching wrestling when I was younger. When they approach me, they often say, "Good match, Chris." I humbly say, "Thank you," knowing I did something I believed in. As my senior year winds down, I"ll remember all of my high school memories. But what will stick out most is the memory that I did something I loved, despite what everyone said or thought. I accomplished my goal ... I lived my dream. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 1. What makes the writer different from the others is _______. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. the different sports he loves B. the different clothes he wears and the different music he listens to C. that he is younger than the others. D. the different ideas he has | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2. What does the underlined sentence in Paragraph 2 mean? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. I practiced wrestling secretly in my spare time. B. I put the clothes for wrestling on the shelf. C. I decided to quit following wrestling. D. I began not to watch wrestling on TV. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 3. When the writer was a freshman, he ___________. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. knew he couldn"t be a good football player B. realized he was being himself C. was still sociable D. built a wrestling ring | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 4. The writer built the wrestling ring in order to ________. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. play football there B. make his dream realized C. be a professional player D. have parties there. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 5. What is the writer"s attitude towards his experience in high school? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. Optimistic B. Pessimistic C. Doubtful D. Surprised | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 阅读理解。 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Parents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mother"s large Alabama family. Over the years, Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many kindly relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy"s father had managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new suit, with a card pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New Orleans. Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched. There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father,which meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren"t lying when they laughed at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was. I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won"t bother to describe what was inside them: just shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you"re doing?" Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop that!" I laughed. "Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me." Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?" I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I thought I"d wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you want?" I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh, yes, he remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in that airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus. But I wasn"t free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because of my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I"m not going to let you go. I can"t let you go back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they"ve done to you. A boy six, almost seven, talking about Santa Claus! It"s all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus. " He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy that you love him." But I couldn"t speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: "I love you." Say it. Please. Buddy. Say it." It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn"t been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don"t know what would have happened when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home. But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus. Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will. Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It"s just that no single somebody could do all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That"s why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like snow. I"m sorry you didn"t get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled, snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me something I must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father"s safety deposit box when he died last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to pedal my plane so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 1. When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his father"s reaction suggested that _______. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son. B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus. C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy. D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2. Which of the following statements is NOT true? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. Buddy didn"t tell his Daddy "I love you" until his death. B Buddy"s father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities. C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus. D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 3. What can be inferred from the first paragraph? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy. B. Miss Sook had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy. C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him. D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 4. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _______. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. old B. clever C. naughty D. trusted | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 5. Which of the following can be the best title of passage? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World? B. A Christmas Memory C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way? D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 完形填空。 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Nick was not the kind of boy I had expected to spend my summer with. I was hoping to have a 1 the summer before my busy senior year, but my mother asked me to do her a 2 . One of her colleagues needed a full-time 3 . "You planned to volunteer at the local hospital, why not volunteer to 4 Nick instead?" Then she told me that this six-year-old boy was not a 5 child. Nick was a lovely little boy who suffered from many disorders. Normal day-care centres would not 6 him. As a baby, he had serious ear infections which left him with equilibrium (平衡) problems. He couldn"t 7 or run properly. I was hesitating (犹豫) 8 I was to take the job when my mother 9 , "Don"t you want to be a nurse in the future? I doubt if you even have the 10 ." Then I told her I was 11 for the job. The day started at 7:00 a.m. Nick was my wake-up call! With so much energy and very little 12 , he was quite a mix. In the park, when he saw all the other children play on the jungle gym and swings (秋千), the boy"s face 13 up - how he wished he belonged to the group of his age! You would think it would be 14 to get a child to go down a slide (滑梯). Believe me, it wasn"t! It took time, a lot of time. But with patience and support, Nick took one step up the slide each day. We worked together to face his 15 and gradually he got closer to taking the slide of his life. Halfway through the summer, he 16 it to the top of the slide. With my arms 17 him tightly, we flew down the slide! I waited for his reaction. After realizing that he was safe and sound, he gave me a big 18 and asked, "May I go down again, alone?" I had never been happier in my life when I saw this little child climb the ladder and enjoy what other children 19 for granted. This 20 child taught me that being a nurse means respect, kindness and patience. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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