Her hair is ___.

il her hair is white. (翻译)

A.wouldn’t buy

B.would have bought

C.shouldn’t have bought

D.couldn’t have bought

A.I hate the weather her

B.My hair is getting a bit longer.

C.Yeah, thanks for comin

D.I am working part time in a bookshop, you know.

m spilling over. She told me that my three-year-old cousin had cancer. Hearing this, I went completely numb. How could this be happening？ I had just seen her, and she was fine. These things didn’t happen to our family, that’s what my uncle said. It seemed like the world turned upside down; just last week my grandmother had passed away. I felt like I couldn’t get my feet on solid ground. That’s when my sister, Madi, came down the stairs with her long brown hair freshly washed. She sat next to me and smiled. Despite what was happening, everything would work out, her smile seemed to say. “Mom, do you think I could get my hair cut tomorrow？” Madi asked. “Sure,” Mom said , starting to wash the dishes. “ I want to donate it to Locks of Love ” Madi smiled. My mom stopped washing and turned to look at her. “ Are you sure？ ” I noticed that Mom was holding back tears. This was a sacrifice(牺牲 ) for Madi. Her long hair was an importa nt part of her. “Yeah, it’s just hair. Eventually it will grow back.” She said. “All right,” Mom said quietly, smiling again. Madi gave up a part of herself for a while. She let a piece of herself go to someone else, someone she didn’t know. That day she became my hero too.

21. On hearing 3-year-old cousin had cancer, how did the author feel？ ()

A. Puzzled

B. Shock

C. Afraid

D. Worried

22. What can we know from Paragraph 2？ ()

A. The world is unfair to the writer’s family.

B. Unlucky things didn’t happen to the writer’s family.

C. The writer had the disability with her legs.

D. Unlucky things of the family made the writer very sad.

23. Where did the conversation happen？ ()

A. In the living room

B. In the kitchen

C. In the bedroom

D. On the street

24. What can we know about Madi？ ()

A. She was kind and willing to help others

B. She liked smiling, but didn’t love cooking.

C. She made her mother regret her hair.

D. She didn’t like wearing long hair again.

at, finally, I do sleep, but only for a few minutes. It is not a bad dream that wakes me; it is the reality I took with me into sleep. I try to think of something else. Immediately the woman in the marketplace comes into my mind.

I was on my way to dinner last night when I saw her. She was selling skirts. She moved with the same ease and loveliness I often saw in the women of Laos. Her long black hair was as shiny as the black silk of the skirts she was selling. In her hair, she wore three silk ribbons, blue, green, and white. They reminded me of my childhood and how my girlfriends and I used to spend hours braiding ribbons into our hair.

I don't know the word for "ribbons", so I put my hand to my own hair and , with three fingers against my head , I looked at her ribbons and said "Beautiful. " She lowered her eyes and said nothing. I wasn't sure if she understood me (I don't speak Laotian very well).

I looked back down at the skirts. They had designs on them: squares and triangles and circles of pink and green silk. They were very pretty. I decided to buy one of those skirts, and I began to bargain with her over the price. It is the custom to bargain in Asia. In Laos bargaining is done in soft voices and easy moves with the sort of quiet peacefulness.

She smiled, more with her eyes than with her lips. She was pleased by the few words I was able to say in her language, although they were mostly numbers, and she saw that I understood something about the soft playfulness of bargaining. We shook our heads in disagreement over the price; then, immediately, we made another offer and then another shake of the head. She was so pleased that unexpectedly, she accepted the last offer I made. But it was too soon. The price was too low. She was being too generous and wouldn't make enough money. I moved quickly and picked up two more skirts and paid for all three at the price set; that way I was able to pay her three times as much before she had a chance to lower the price for the larger purchase. She smiled openly then, and, for the first time in months, my spirit lifted. I almost felt happy.

The feeling stayed with me while she wrapped the skirts in a newspaper and handed them to me. When I left, though, the feeling left, too. It was as though it stayed behind in marketplace. I left tears in my throat. I wanted to cry. I didn't, of course. I have learned to defend myself against what is hard; without knowing it, I have also learned to defend myself against what is soft and what should be easy.

I get up, light a candle and want to look at the skirts. They are still in the newspaper that the woman wrapped them in. I remove the paper, and raise the skirts up to look at them again before I pack them. Something falls to the floor. I reach down and feel something cool in my hand. I move close to the candlelight to see what I have. There are five long silk ribbons in my hand, all different colors. The woman in the marketplace! She has given these ribbons to me!

There is no defense against a generous spirit, and this time I cry, and very hard, as if I could make up for all the months that I didn't cry.

According to the writer, the woman in the marketplace ______.

A．refused to speak to her

B．was pleasant and attractive

C．was selling skirts and ribbons

D．recognized her immediately

A.her long hair flowing in the breeze

B.her long hair was flowing in the breeze

C.her long hair flowed in the breeze

D.her long hair flow in the breeze

In what way, can her hair reflect her inner changes？

A.Covering up her hair, she is oblivious of her beauty

B.From covering up her hair to showcasing her hair, she reconciles with her identity as a woman

C.She likes admiring herself with long hair

D.Taking good care of her hair, she enjoys her natural beauty

The girl in the snapshot was smiling sweetly, ____.

A. her long hair flowed in the breeze

B. her long hair was flowing in the breeze

C. her long hair flows in the breeze

D. her long hair flowing in the breeze

of a building on West 140th Street, in Harlem, fell down. Beds tumbled through the air, people slid out of their apartments and onto the ground, three people died, and the Red Cross was there, helping shocked residents find temporary shelter, and food and clothing. Then it was back downtown for that evening's big fund-raiser, the Eleventh Annual Red Cross Award Dinner Dance, at the Pierre. "That's why I have bad hair tonight," Said Christopher Peake, a Red Cross spokesman who had spent much of the day at the Harlem scene, in the drizzling min. He was now in a tuxedo, and actually his hair didn't look so bad, framed by a centerpiece of tulips and jonquils, and perhaps improved by subdued lighting form. eight crystal chandeliers.

Definitely not having a bad-hair night was Elizabeth Dole, the wife of Senator Robert Dole and the president of the American Red Cross. President Dole has chestnut-colored Republican hair, which was softly coifed, and she was wearing a fitted burgundy velvet evening suit ("Someone made it for me! I love velvet!" she exclaimed, in her enthusiastic, Northern Carolina hostess voice) and sparkling drop earrings. Of course, she hadn't been standing in the rain in Harlem; she had just flown up on the three-o'clock shuttle from Washington. Dole is extremely pretty, with round green eyes and a full mouth and a direct personality. She tilts her head attentively when she listens. She was the recipient of the evening's award; previous award winners have included Mice Tully, Princess Yasmin Aga Khan, … and, most recently, Brooke Astor. Not exactly a sequence at the end of which you would expect to find Elizabeth Dole, but award givers are famous for having political instincts as well as philanthropic ones.

Surrounded by the deep-blue swags and golden draperies of the ballroom were more than thirty-five dinner tables set with groupings of candles and floral centerpieces and Royal Doulton china, American Express was there. So were Bristol-Myers Squibb; Coopers & Lybrand; the New York Life; … and Price Waterhouse. The actress Arlene Dahl, with her rather red hair and her bearded husband, presided over one table. Otherwise, it was a typical, faceless, captain-of-industry fund miser (no models! No stars! ), of which there seems to be at least one every night in New York City. It was not a society night, but still the evening raised four hundred and thirty thousand dollars.

From that we read we can infer that "it was a normal day in the life of the American Red Cross in Greater New York" means its staff ______.

A．deal with the fall of houses in the city every day

B．are busy helping people who suffer from disasters every day

C．work during the day and to have banquet in the evening every day

D．go to Harlem, the poorest district of New York, every day and help people there

A. while

B.that

C.if

D.For