My father often （)football match on TV.A. looksB. seesC. watches

A.watches

B.reads

C.sees

D.looks at

My father and mother often apologized to our neighbors for my trouble-making while I was still a young boy.

A)小时候我父母经常为我惹的麻烦去向邻居们道歉。

B)我还很小，父母一遇到麻烦，就把我寄放在邻居家。

C)我还是个小孩的时候，我父母不怕麻烦，经常带我去邻居家玩。

D)我还是个小孩的时候，经常麻烦父母向邻居们道歉。

E)我小时候经常惹麻烦，让父母向邻居们道歉。

A.father

B.mother

C.brother

A man came to visit the boy's father on________。

A． the second day

B． the third day

C． the fourth day

D． the fifth day

ning away,was expected of 17-year-old girls.By the time she was 20,she had 2 children and was pregnant with a third.5 children later,I was born.And this is how I came to know my mother:she seemed a large,soft,loving-eyed woman who was rarely impatient in our home.Her quick,violent temper was on view only a few times a year,when she battled with the white landlord who had the misfortune to suggest to her that her children did not need to go to school.She made all the clothes we wore,even my brothers' overalls.She made all the towels and sheets we used. She spent the summers canning vegetables and fruits.She spent the winter evenings making quilts enough to cover all our beds.During the "working" day,she labored beside-not behind-my father in the fields.Her day began before sunup,and did not end until late at night.There was never a moment for her to sit down,undisturbed,to unravel her own private thoughts;never a time free from interruption-by work or the noisy inquiries of her many children.And yet,it is to my mother-and all our mothers who were not famous-that I went in search of the secret of what has fed that muzzled and often mutilated,but vibrant,creative spirit that the black woman has inherited,and that pops out in wild and unlikly places to this day.

It seems to the narrator that it would be really good if ()

A、the mother worked from sunup till night

B、the mother worked side by side with her husband

C、the mother made all things that the family needed

D、the mother could have some time to think undisturbed

The Power of a Good Name

One summer day my father sent me to buy some wire and fencing to put around our barn to pen up the bull. At 16, I liked nothing better than getting behind the wheel of our truck and driving into town on the old mill road. Water from the mill's wheel sprayed in the sunshine making a rainbow over the canal and I often stopped there on my way to bathe and cool off for a spell—natural air conditioning. The sun was so hot, I did not need a towel as I was dry by the time I climbed the clay banks and crossed the road ditch to the truck. Just before town, the road shot along the sea where I would collect seashells or gather seaweed beneath the giant crane unloading the ships. This trip was different, though. My father had told me I'd have to ask for credit at the store.

It was 1976, and the ugly shadow of racism was still a fact of life. I'd seen my friends ask for credit and then stand, head down, while a storeowner enquired into whether they were "good for it". Many store clerks watched black youths with the assumption that they were thieves every time they even went into a grocery.

My family was honest. We paid our debts. But just before harvest, all the money flowed out. There were no new deposits at the bank. Cash was short. At Davis Brothers' General Store, Buck Davis stood behind the register, talking to a middle-aged farmer. Buck was a tall, weathered man in a red hunting shirt and I nodded as I passed him on my way to the hardware section to get a container of nails, a coil of binding wire and fencing. I pulled my purchases up to the counter and placed the nails in the tray of the scale, saying carefully, "I need to put this on credit." My brow was moist with nervous sweat and I wiped it away with the back of my arm.

The farmer gave me an amused, cynical look, but Buck's face didn't change. "Sure," he said easily, reaching for his booklet where he kept records for credit. I gave a sigh of relief. "Your daddy is always good for it." He turned to the farmer. "This here is one of James Williams' sons. They broke the mold when they made that man."

The farmer nodded in a neighborly way. I was filled with pride. "James Williams' son." Those three words had opened a door to an adult's respect and trust.

As I heaved the heavy freight into the bed of the truck, I did so with ease, feeling like a stronger man than the one that left the farm that morning. I had discovered that a good name could furnish a capital of good will of great value. Everyone knew what to expect from a Williams: a decent person who kept his word and respected himself too much to do wrong. My great grandfather may have been sold as a slave at auction, but this was not an excuse to do wrong to others. Instead my father believed the only way to honor him was through hard work and respect for all men.

We children—eight brothers and two sisters--could enjoy our good name, unearned, unless and until we did something to lose it. We had an interest in how one another behaved and our own actions as well, lest we destroy the name my father had created. Our good name was and still is the glue that holds our family tight together.

The desire to honor my father's good name spurred me to become the first in our family to go to university. I worked my way through college as a porter at a four-star hotel. Eventually, that good name provided the initiative to start my own successful public relations firm in Washington, D.C．America needs to restore a sense of shame in its neighborhoods. Doing drugs, spending all your money at the liquor store, stealing, or getting a young woman pregnant with no intent to marry her should induce a deep sense of embarrassment. But it doesn't. Nearly one out of three births in America is to a single mother. Many of these children will grow up without the security and guidance they need to become honorable members of society.

Once the social ties and mutual obligations of the family melt away, communities fall apart. While the population has increased only 40 percent since 1960, violent crime in America has increased a staggering 550 percent —and we've become exceedingly used to it. Teen drug use has also risen. In one North Carolina County, police arrested 73 students from 12 secondary schools for dealing drugs, some of them right in the classroom.

Meanwhile, the small signs of civility and respect that hold up civilization are vanishing from schools, stores and streets. Phrases like "yes, ma'am", "no, sir", "thank you" and "please" get a yawn from kids today who are encouraged instead by cursing on television and in music. They simply shrug off the rewards of a good name.

The good name passed on by my father and maintained to this day by my brothers and sisters and me is worth as much now as ever. Even today, when I stop into Buck Davis' shop or my hometown barbershop for a haircut, I am still greeted as James Williams' son. My family's good name did pave the way for me.

A.∑Fx=0

B.∑Fy=0

C.∑Fo=0

D.∑Mx=0

E.∑My=0

I wish to speak for my former employee: he will be ____________ this job.

A.perfect for

B.late for

C.charming for

D.particular about

f you ask children what their fathers do, riley will say "My daddy drives a truck" or "My daddy is an engineer."

But in Japan, the child will tell you "My daddy works for Mitsubishi" or for "Hitachi". But you will have no idea whether the father is the president of Hitachi or a worker of Hitachi.

In Japan, the most important thing is what organization you work for. This becomes very significant when you try to analyze the direction-taking or decision-making process. At least, it explains the greater job stability in Japan, in contrast to the greater job mobility in America.

While people differ in many ways, such differences are neither superior nor inferior to each other. A particular pattern of management behavior. develops from a complexity of unique cultural factors -- and will only work within a given culture.

For example, in any approach to a problem and in any negotiations in Japan, there is the "you to you" approach, as distinguished from the Western "i to you" approach.

The difference is this: in "I to you" , both sides present their arguments straight from their own point of view -- they state what they want and what they expect to get, Thus, a confrontation (对立)situation is set up, and Westerners are very skillful in dealing with this.

The "you to you" approach practiced in Japan is based on each side -- automatically and often unconsciously -- trying to understand the other person's point of view, and for the purpose of the discussion actually declaring this understanding. Thus, the direction of the meeting is a mutual attempt at minimizing confrontation and achieving harmony.

When asking about your occupation, Japanese emphasize ______.

A．what occupation you are engaged in

B．what company you are employed by

C．whether your job is stable

D．whether you earn a good salary