Mike's mother kept telling him that he should get up early, but ______ didn't help． A．he B

A、he

B、which

C、she

D、it

A、Mary and Mike's

B、Mary's and Mike's

C、Mary's and Mike

D、Mary and Mike

A.Mike, What does your mother do on Sunday

B.Mike, What do you usually do on Sunday

C.Mike, What’s your mother like

A、she

B、that

C、which

D、it

Mystery of the White Gardenia

Marsha Aron

Every year on my birthday , from the time I turned 12 , a white gardenia was delivered to my house in Bethesda , Md. No card or note came with it. Calls to the florist were always in vain 一 it was a cash purchase. After a while I stopped trying to discover the sender' s identity and just delighted in the beauty and heady perfume of that´ one magical , perfect flower nestled in soft pick tissue paper.

But I never stopped imagining who the anonymous giver might be. Some of the happiest moments were spent daydreaming about someone wonderful and exciting but too shy or eccentric to make known his or her identity.

My mother contributed to these imaginings. She' d ask me if there was someone for whom I had done a special kindness who might be showing appreciation. Perhaps the

neighbor l' d helped when she was unloading a car full of groceries. Or maybe it was the old man across the street whose mail I retrieved during the winter so he wouldn't have to venture down his icy steps. As a teen-ager , though , i had more fun speculating that it might be a boy i had a crush on or one who had noticed me even though i didn´t know him.

When 1 was 17 , a boy broke my heart. The night he called for the last time , i cried myself to sleep. When i awoke in the morning , there was a message scribbled on my mirror in red lipstick: Heartily know , when half-gods go , the gods arrive. i thought about that

quotation by Emerson for a long time , and until my heart healed , i left it where my mother had written it. When i finally went to get the glass cleaner , my mother knew everything was all right again.

I don' t remember ever slamming my door in anger at her and shouting , "You just don' t understand!" because she did understand.

One month before my high-school graduation , my father died of a heart attack. My feelings ranged from grief to abandonment , fear and overwhelming anger that my dad was missing some of the most important events in my life. I became completely uninterested in my upcoming graduation , the senior class play and the prom. But my mother , in the midst of her own grief , would not hear of my skipping any of those things.

The day before my father died， my mother and i had gone shopping for a prom dress. We found a spectacular one , with yards and yards of doted swiss in red , white and blue , it made me feel like Scarlet 0' Hara ,

but it was the wrong size. When my father died iforgot about the dress.

My mother didn't . The day before the prom , i found that dress 一 in the right size - draped majestically over the living room sofa. It wasn't just delivered , still in the box. It was presented to me - beautifully , artistically , lovingly. i didn' t care if 1 had a new dress or no. But my mother did.

She wanted her children to feel loved and lovable , creative and imaginative , imbued with a sense that there was magic in the world and beauty even in the face of adversity. In truth. my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia 一 lovely ，strong ,

and perfect - with an aura of magic and perhaps a bit of mystery.

My mother died ten days after i was married. i was 22. That was the year the gardenias stopped coming.

26. When did the narrator discover the mystery of the white gardenias？ Why was the sender' s identity kept secret？

27. When and how did the father die？ How did the narrator feel at her father' s death？

28. What traits of the mother' s characters are highlighted in the story？ Cite examples from the story to support your answer.

29. What do you think of the title of the story？ What does the gardenia symbolize in the story？

参考答案：

26. The narrator got to know the truth when she was 22. It was her mother who sent her the flowers. She kept it a secret so that the daughter could have the self-knowledge of her own good deeds as she speculated about who the sender might be.

27. The father died of heart attack close to her graduation from high school. She felt sad , disappointed that her father would not experience the important events in her life.

28.a. The mother' s wisdom: She thought of a wise way to encourage kindness in her daughter: to send flowers secretly; or she wisely scribbled a quotation from Emerson on her daughter' s mirror instead of directly talking her teenage daughter into accepting the loss of her boyfriend.

b. Her strength in the face of adversities: she stood strong when her husband died.

29.It is a good / helpful title. The title tickles the reader' s curiosity. OR It' s not a good title. When we are told of the "mystery" in the title , our curiosity is destroyed. The gardenia is the essential symbol in the story , helping to bring about the theme of the story: mother' s love. The gardenia symbolizes the qualities that the mother hoped for her daughter , qualities such as magical (aura of magic , a bit of mystery) , loving , strong , perfect , etc.

A.A.I don't like Jack and Mike's fathers

B.B.I don't like Jack's and Mike's father

C.C.I don't like Jack and Mike' fathers

D.D.I don't like Jack's and Mike's fathers

There were two things I have to tell you about. Either one of them is enough to explain what was wrong between us. Both of them together brought our friendship to an end. But to this day, thirty years later, I still cannot decide which of these two things really caused me to betray her…

I learnt very soon in our relationship that Kathy was jealous. She did not like to think that I had anything that she did not have. We would have great fun going out shopping. However, if I bought, say, a dress for a party, and she thought my dress was better than hers, she would start to say slightly unkind things about it. I could not understand this at all, and even now it puzzles me.

The other problem was my mother. She thought Kathy was common. She thought Kathy had a bad influence over me. She even disliked Kathy’s way of speaking. She thought her pronunciation was common. Mum disliked Katy and looked down on her and kept telling me to stop seeing her. If ever I invited her into the house, she would be angry and tell me off as soon as Kathy was gone.

1、What is the best title for this passage？()

A.Friendship

B.Problems with our friendship

C.My friendship with Kathy

D.My good friend

2、What was Sarah’s attitude to her friend？()

A.Sarah thought she was common.

B.Sarah liked her, but didn’t like it when she was jealous.

C.Sarah was jealous of her.

D.Sarah hated her because she was jealous.

3、Sarah’s mother disliked Kathy because ______________________

A.She thought Kathy was common.

B.She knew Kathy was jealous of her daughter.

C.She thought Kathy was a bad influence on her daughter.

D.Kathy was common, and a bad influence.

4、Why was their friendship not perfect？()

A.Kathy was jealous.

B.Sarah’s mother didn’t like Kathy.

C.Sarah was too proud.

D.Both A and B.

5、Which of the following statements is not true？()

A.My friendship with Kathy was real friendship.

B.Sarah and Kathy enjoyed going out shopping together.

C.Sarah’s mother thought Kathy was a special girl.

D.Sarah does not know for sure which thing caused her to betray Kathy.

A.ours,him

B.ours,he's

C.us,himD,us,his

—Why didn't you come to Mike's birthday party yesterday？

—Well, I ______, but I forgot it.

A) should B) must C) should have D) must have

Medal of Freedom in a Rose Garden ceremony. As she left, she walked down the corridor between the Oval Office and the West Wing drive, and there she was, turning my way. What a sight: a saint in a sari commixing down the White House hall. As she came nearer, I could not help it: I bowed. "Mother", I said, "I just want to touch your hand." She looked up at me -- it may have been one of God's subtle jokes that his exalted child spent her life looking up to everyone else -- and said only two words. Later I would realize that they were the message of her mission. "Luff Gott," she said. Love God. She pressed into my hand a poem she had written, as she glided away in a swoosh of habit.

I took the poem from its frame. the day she died. It is free verse, 79 lines, and is called "Mother's Meditation (in the Hospital)." In it she reflects on Christ's question to his apostles: "Who do you say I am？" She notes that he was the boy born in Bethlehem," put in the manager full of straw.., kept warm by the breath of the donkey," who grew up to be "an ordinary man without much learning."

Donkeys are not noble; straw is common; and it was among the ordinary and ignoble, the poor and sick, that she chose to, labor. Her mission was for them and among them, and you have to be a pretty tough character to organize a little universe that exists to help people other people aren't interested in helping.

That's how she struck me when I met her as I watched her life. She was tough. There was the worn and weathered face, the abrupt and definite speech. We think saints are great organizers, great operators, great combatants in the world.

Once I saw her in a breathtaking act of courage. She was speaker at the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington in 1995. All the Washington Establishment was there, plus a few thousand born again Christians, orthodox Catholics and Jews, and searchers looking for a faith. Mother Teresa was introduced, and she spoke of God, of love, of families. She said we must love one another and care for one another. There were great purrs of agreement.

But as the speech continued it became more pointed. She asked, "Do you do enough to make sure your parents, in the old people's homes, feel your love7 Do you bring then each day your joy and caring？" The baby boomers in the audience began to shift in their seats. And she continued. "I feel that the greatest destroyer of peace today is abortion," she said, and then she told them why, in uncompromising term. For about 1.3 seconds there was complete silence, then applause built and swept across the room. But not everyone: the President and the First Lady, the Vice President and Mrs. Gore, looked like seated statues at Madame Tussaud's, glistening in the lights and moving not a muscle. She didn't stop there either, but went on to explain why artificial birth control is bad and why Protestants who separate faith from works are making a mistake. When she was finished, there was almost no one she hadn't offended. A US Senator turned to his wife and said, "Is my jaw up yet？"

Talk about speaking truth to power! But Mother Teresa didn't care, and she wasn't afraid. The poem she gave me included her personal answers to Christ's question. She said he is "the Truth to be told.., the Way to be walked.., the Light to be lit." She took her own advice and lived a whole life that showed it.

Who was the exalted child？

A．Mother Teresa.

B．the author.

C．I.

D．God.