It was getting dark and snow was coming down. Joe was driving home. He"d been unemployed since
the factory closed. Most of his friends had left, but he stayed on. After all, he was born here.
Suddenly he saw a lady standing on the side of the road and pulled up. She was worried. No one had
stopped to help her. Was he going to hurt her? He looked poor and hungry. Joe knew how she felt and said,
"My name is Joe and I"m here to help you." All she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad
enough. Joe changed the tire, but he got dirty and his hands were hurt. She wanted to pay Joe and said any
amount would have been all right. Joe never thought twice about the money and there were plenty who had
given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay
him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that
they needed.
Later the lady went into a small restaurant to grab a bite to eat. The cash register was like the telephone
of an out-of-work actor-it didn"t ring much. The waitress, who was nearly eight months pregnant (***),
brought a clean towel to her with a sweet smile. The old lady remembered Joe. After the waitress brought
the change from a 100-dollar bill, she found the lady gone and something written on a piece of paper,
"Someone once helped me out-the way I"m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, don"t let the
chain of love end up with you."
That night the waitress gave her sleeping husband a soft kiss and whispered, "Everything"s going to be
all right. I love you, Joe."
B. He helped an old lady with a flat tire.
C. He gave an old lady a lift.
D. He helped an old lady push her car.
B. the old lady cared little about money
C. the old lady didn"t have money on hand to pay Joe
D. the old lady wanted to pay Joe less
B. the old lady had a big meal in the small restaurant
C. Joe would have a baby soon
D. Joe helped a lot of people in the past
B. A warm-hearted man
C. A well-off lady
D. The chain of love
before laughing and talking with friends. Now just before my first 2 of the day my eyelids were feeling
heavier and heavier and my he ad was drifting down to my desk to make my textbook a 3 . A few minutes
nap (瞌睡) time before class couldn"t 4 , I thought.
BOOM! I lifted my head suddenly and my eyes opened wider than saucers. I looked around with my 5
beating wildly trying to find the cause of the 6 . My young professor was looking back at me with a boyish
smile on his face. He had 7 dropped the textbooks he was carrying onto his desk. "Good morning!", he said
still 8 . "I am glad to see everyone is 9 . Now let"s get started."
For the next hour I wasn"t sleepy at all. It wasn"t from the 10 of my professor"s textbook alarm clock
either. It was instead from the 11 discussion he led. With knowledge and good 12 he made the material come
13 . His insights were full of both wisdom and loving-kindness. And the enthusiasm and joy that he 14 with
were contagious (富有感染力的). I 15 the classroom not only wide awake, but a little 16 and a little better
as well. I learned something far more important than not 17 in class that day too.
I learned that if you are going to do something in this life, do it well, do it with 18 . What a wonderful place
this would be if all of us did our work joyously and well. Don"t sleepwalk your way through 19 then. Wake
up! Let your love fill your work. Life is too 20 not to live it well.
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That summer an army of crickets (蟋蟀) started a war with my father. Dad didn"t care for insects much more than Mamma, but he could tolerate a few living in the basement. Mamma was a city girl and she said a cricket was just too noisy. Then to prove her point she wouldn"t go to bed. She drank coffee and smoked my father"s cigarettes and paced between the sofa and the TV. Next morning she threatened to pack up and leave, so Dad drove to the store and hurried back. He sprayed poison from a jug. When he was finished he told us that was the end of it. For a couple of weeks we went back to find dead crickets in the laundry. He suggested that we"d all be better off to hide as many as we could from Mamma. I fed a few dozen to the cat who I didn"t like because he scratched for no reason. However, soon live crickets started showing up in the kitchen and bathroom. Mamma was upset because she thought they were the dead crickets come back, but Dad said these were certainly new ones. He fetched his jug of poison and sprayed all over until the whole house smelled of poison, and then he sprayed the basement again. A couple of weeks later, when both live and dead crickets kept turning up, Dad emptied the basement of junk. Then he burned a lot of old newspapers and magazines which he said the crickets had turned into nests. While we ate supper that evening, the wind lifted some flames onto the wood pile. The only gasoline was in the lawn mower"s (割草机) fuel tank but that was enough to create an explosion big enough to reach the house. Once the roof caught, there wasn"t much anyone could do. After the fire trucks left, Mamma took the others to Aunt Gail"s. I helped Dad and Uncle Burt carry things out of the house and pile them by the road. We worked into the night and we didn"t talk much, while all around the noise of crickets broke our silence. | ||||||||||||||
1. What do we know about the author"s mother? | ||||||||||||||
A. She didn"t like insects at all. B. She liked insects more than his father. C. She cared for insects very much. D. She could only tolerate a few insects. | ||||||||||||||
2. The author"s father drove to the store to buy ____. | ||||||||||||||
A. cigarettes for himself B. more coffee for his wife C. some poison D. some gasoline | ||||||||||||||
3. The author fed a few dozen crickets to the cat probably to ____. | ||||||||||||||
A. make his mother happy B. help clear away the crickets C. play with the cat D. harm the cat | ||||||||||||||
4. The author"s father burned the old newspapers and magazines because he thought ____. | ||||||||||||||
A. they were no longer useful B. the crickets were afraid of fires C. they became the home of crickets D. the dead crickets came back to life | ||||||||||||||
5. We learn from the last paragraph that ____. | ||||||||||||||
A. the author"s family lost their battle against the crickets B. the author"s parents learned to put up with insects C. the author"s family didn"t suffer much in the fire D. the author"s parents got divorced | ||||||||||||||
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"Everything happens for the best," my mother said whenever I 1 disappointment. "If you can carry on, one day something 2 will happen. And you"ll realize that it wouldn"t have happened if not for that 3 disappointment." Mother was right, 4 I discovered after graduating from college in 1932. I had decided to 5 a job in radio, then work my way up to sports 6 . I hitchhiked to Chicago and 7 on the door of every station-and got turned 8 every time. In one studio, a kind lady told me that big stations couldn"t risk hiring an 9 person-"Go out in the sticks and find a small station that will give you a 10 ," she said. I thumbed home to Dixon, Illinois. 11 there was no radio-announcing job in Dixon, my father said Montgomery Ward had opened a store and wanted a local athlete to 12 its sports department. Since Dixon was where I had played high school football, I 13 . The job 14 just right for me. But I wasn"t hired. My disappointment must have 15 , "Everything happens for the best," Mom 16 me. Dad offered me the car to job hunt. I tried WOC Radio in Davenport, lowa. The program director, a wonderful Scotsman named Peter MacAethur, told me they had already hired an announcer. As I left his office, my frustration 17 . I asked aloud, "How can a fellow get to be a sports announcer if he can"t get a job in a radio station?" I was waiting for the elevator 18 I heard MacAethur calling, "What was that you said about sports? Do you know anything about football?" Then he asked me to stand before a microphone and to broadcast a(an) 19 game. On my way home, once again I thought of my mother"s words. I often wonder what 20 my life might have taken if I"d gotten the job at Montgomery Ward. | ||||||||||||||
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