Father said such a thing （) to happen again.

e library.He keeps ___1___ to the radio every morning and reading newspapers after supper.So he knows much and teaches well.His students worship（崇拜）him very much.

Mike,Mr.Clarke's little son,is only nine.He ___2___ likes reading books.And he often asks his father some questions.Mr.Clarke always thinks he's too ___3___ to understand him and chooses the easiest ones to answer.Of course the boy is not pleased with that.

One day Mike read ___4___ about the lights and was interested in it.When his father told him to do some housework,he went on thinking of it.He asked him ___5___ questions,and his father answered all.Then his father said proudly,"Fathers always know more than sons!"

The boy thought for a while and said,"I don't think so!"

1-5:A：a few B：listening C：also D：young E：something

but I thought I hated her.In her first class, she asked us to write a piece about an influencial person, place or memory. I chose to write my lake house, a topic I had already written about and received a vast amount of praise for. Put simply, it was the place that my parents met and fell in love.This teacher knew about my original piece and she was not happy. Throught the school year,we would pass each other in the hall, never saying a word to each other.It was not until February of 2012 that we spoke at the most unusual of places, my father’s funeral. At first, I was angry that she showed up. Did she even care？ She didn’t even know him! I stood, watching her give a deep bow to my father’s coffin, completely confused!It was not until she approached me that I realized she was crying even harder than I was.“Kali,” she said, “I am so sorry. My own father passed away just three weeks ago, and I completely feel your pain.” I was shocked. I understood that she had also lost her father, but I didn’t see the connection between us just yet. She had rejected my writing. That was not something that I was willing to so early forgive.A couple of weeks later, she went into my study hall and placed an envelope on my desk.In the letter, she told me her father, also had cancer, also passed away in six months’ time and he was her best friend too. It was not just this letter, but this act of kindness that taught me my,greatest life lesson. Losing has taught us both how to appreciate life. For that lesson, I am always grateful.

39. Why did the author hate Mrs. Geurin at first？

A. Mrs. Geurin said somethig bad about the author’s father.

B. Mrs. Geurin gave the author a hard topic to write about.

C. Mrs. Geurin didn’t appreciate the author’s writing.

D. Mrs. Geurin didn’t like the author’s lake house.

40. Hearing what Mrs. Geurin said at the funeral, the author _____.

A. was grateful to her

B. still didn’t forgive her

C. felt ashamed of herself

D. found they had a lot in common

41. What changed the relationship between Mrs. Geurin and the author？

A. Her apology to the author.

B. Her visit to the lake house.

C. Both losing a good friend

D. A similar sad experience

42. What’s best title for the text？

A. My first teacher

B. My beloved father

C. Seeking common ground

D. Breaking down the emotional barrier

ew Year to his family.Then he ran into the street to repeat that to those he might meet.

When he came back, his father gave him two bright, new silver dollars .

His face lighted up as he took them.He had wished for a long time to buy some petty books that he had seen at the bookstore.

He left the house with a light heart, expecting to buy the books.As he ran down the street, he saw a poor family.

“I wish you a happy New Year.” said Edward, as he was happily passing on.The man shook his head.

“You are not from this country？ ” said Edward.The man again shook his head, for he could not understand or speak his language.But he pointed to his mouth, and to the children shaking with cold, as if (好像)to say, “These little ones have had nothing to eat for a long time”

Edward quickly understood that these poor people were in trouble.He took out his dollars, and gave one to the man and the other to his wife.

They were excited and said something in their language, which doubtless meant, “We thank you so much that we will remember you all the time.”

When Edward came home, his father asked what books he had bought.He hung his head a moment, but quickly looked up.

“I have bought no books,” said he, “I gave my money to some poor people, who seemed to be very hungry then.” He went on, “I think I can wait for my books till next New Year.”

“My dear boy,” said his father, “Here are some books, more as a reward for your goodness of heart than as a New-Year gift”.

“I saw you give the money cheerfully to the poor German family.It was nice for a little boy to do so.Be always ready to help others and every year of your life will be to you a Happy New Year.”

1.Edward expected to ________ with the money he got from his father.

A.help the poor family

B.buy something to eat

C.buy some pretty books

2.Why did the poor man shake his head when Edward spoke to him？()

A.He couldn’t understand the boy

B.He wouldn’t accept the money

C.He didn’t like the boy’s language

3.How much did Edward give the poor family？()

A.One dolla

B.Two dollars

C.Three dollars

4.We know that Edward ________.

A.got a prize for his kind heart

B.got more money from his father

C.bought the books at the bookstore

25.What is the best title for the passage？()

A.New Year's Gift

B.Story of Buying Books

C.Father's Words

One day, the principle（校长)came into our room and, after talking to the teacher, for

some reason said: “I wish all of the white students to stand for a moment.” I rose with the others.The teacher looked at me and, calling my name, said: “You sit down for the present, and rise with the others.” I did not quite understand her.She repeated: “You sit down now, and rise with the others.” I sat down puzzled.I saw and heard nothing.When the other were asked to rise, I did not know it.When school was dismissed, I went out unconsciously.A few of the white boys laughed at me, saying: “Oh, you’re a nigger, too.”

I hurried on as fast as I could to where my looking-glass hung on the wall in my own little room.For an instant I was afraid to look, but when I did, I looked long and earnestly.I was accustomed t o hearing remarks about my beauty, but now, for the first time, I became conscious of it and recognized it.I noticed the ivory(象牙)whiteness of my skin, the beauty of my mouth, the size and the liquid darkness of my eyes.I ran downstairs and rushed to wh ere my mother was sitting.I buried my head in her lap and cried out: “Mother, tell me, am I a nigger？” I could not see her face, but I felt her hands on my head.I looked up into her face.There were tears in her eyes and I could see that she was sufferin g for me.And then it was that.

I looked at her critically for the first time.I had thought of her in a childish way only as the most beautiful woman in the world; now I looked at her searching for defects(缺点).I could see that her skin was almost brown,and that she did differ in some way from the other ladies who came to the house; yet, even so I could see that she was more beautiful than any of them.She must have felt that I was examining her, for she hid her face in my hair and said with difficulty：“No, my darling, you are not a nigger.” She went on: “If anyone calls you a nigger, don’t notice them.”

But the more she talked, the less was I reassured, and I stopped her by asking:“Well, mother, am I white？ Are you white？” She answered tremblingly(颤抖的): “No, I am not white, but your father is one of the greatest men in the country.The best blood of the South is in you.” This suddenly opened up in my heart a fresh fear, and I almost fiercely demanded: “Who is my father？ Where is he？” She stroked my hair and said: “I’ll tell you about him some day.” I sobbed(抽泣): “I want to know now.” She answered: “No, not now.”

1.We can infer from the passage that “a nigger ”means().

A.a white person

B.a black person

C.anyone that is not white

D.anyone that i s not black

2.When the teacher asked him to sit down and rise with the others ,the author was confused because().

A.he never considered himself a non-white person

B.he thought the teacher didn’t recognize him

C.he thought he should be considered

D.he thought it rude for the teacher to call his name

3.It was on that day that he began to realize that().

A.he was a nigger

B.he was different from others because of his beauty

C.his color was like that of his mother

D.he differed from oth er white people even with his beauty

4.From the passage we can learn that().

A.the boy’s father left them for some reasons

B.the boy’s mother didn’t want to mention his father at all

C.the boy never met his father before

D.the boy’s mother hated his father

5.This passage generally tells us a story of ().

A.a boy who suddenly realized that he was a colored person

B.a boy who had been looked down upon because he had no father

C.the miserable life of colored people

D.the life of a one-parent family

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In the depths of my memory, many things I did with My father still live. These things come to represent, in fact, what I call 1_________ and love.

I don't remember my father ever getting into a swimming tool. But he did love the water Any kind of 2_________ _________ ride seemed to give him pleasure, And he loved to fish; sometimes he took me along.

But! never really liked being on the water, the way my father did. I liked being 3 _________ the water, moving through it, having it all around me. I was not a strong 4 _________ or one who learned to swim early, for I had fears. But I loved being in the swimming pool close to my father's office and 5 _________ those summer days with my father, who would come by on a break. I needed him to see what I could do. My father would stand there in his suit, the 6 _________ person not in swimsuit.

After swimming, I would go inside his office and sit on the wooden chair in front of his big desk, where he let me 7_________ anything I found in his top desk drawer. Sometimes, if I was left alone at his desk while he worked in the lab, an assistant or a student might come in and tell me perhaps I shouldn't be playing with his 8 _________ But my father always showed up and said easily, "Oh , no , it's 9_________ "Sometimes he handed me coins and told me to get myself an ice cream.

A poet once said, "We look at life once, in childhood; the rest is 10 _________ "And! think it is not only what we "look at once, in childhood" that determines our memories, but who, in that childhood look at us.

1.A、desire B、anger C、joy D、worry

2.A、boat B、bus C、train D、bike

3.A、on B、off C、by D、in

4.A、runner B、rider C、walker D、swimmer

5.A、spending B、saving C、wasting D、running

6.A、next B、only C、other D、last

7.A、put up B、break down C、play with D、work out

8.A、fishing net B、office things C、wooden chair D、lab equipment

9.A、fine B、strange C、terrible D、funny

10.A、experience B、wealth C、memory D、practice

and was coming home in the snow. It was that strange hour in downtown New York when the workers were pouring homeward in the twilight. I marched among thousands of tired men and women whom the factory whistles had unyoked. They flowed in rivers through the clothing factory districts, then down along the avenues to the East Side.

I met my father near Cooper Union. I recognized him, a hunched, frozen figure in an old overcoat standing by a banana cart. He looked so lonely, the tears came to my eyes. Then he saw me, and his face lit with his sad, beautiful smile—Charlie Chaplin's smile.

"Arch, it's Mikey," he said. "So you have sold your papers! Come and eat a banana."

He offered me one. I refused it. I felt it crucial that my father sell his bananas, not give them away. He thought I was shy, and coaxed and joked with me, and made me eat the banana. It smelled of wet straw and snow.

"You haven't sold many bananas today, pop," I said anxiously, He shrugged his shoulders. "What can I do？ No one seems to want them."

It was true. The work crowds pushed home morosely over the pavements. The rusty sky darkened over New York building, the tall street lamps were lit, innumerable trucks, street cars and elevated trains clattered by. Nobody and nothing in the great city stopped for my father's bananas.

"I ought to yell," said my father dolefully. "I ought to make a big noise like other peddlers, but it makes my throat sore. Anyway, I'm ashamed of yelling, it makes me feel like a fool."

I had eaten one of his bananas. My sick conscience told me that I ought to pay for it somehow. I must remain here and help my father. "I'll yell for you, pop," I volunteered." "Arch, no," he said, "go home; you have worked enough today. Just tell momma I'll be late."

But I yelled and yelled. My father, standing by, spoke occasional words of praise, and said I was a wonderful yeller. Nobody else paid attention. The workers drifted past us wearily, endlessly; a defeated army wrapped in dreams of home. Elevated trains crashed; the Cooper Union clock burned above us; the sky grew black, the wind poured, the slush burned through our shoes. There were thousands of strange, silent figures pouring over the sidewalks in snow, None of them stopped to buy bananas. I yelled and yelled, nobody listened.

My father tried to stop me at last. "Nu," he said smiling to console me, "that was wonderful yelling. Mikey. But it's plain we are unlucky today! Let's go home."

I was frantic, and almost in tears. I insisted on keeping up my desperate yells. But at last my father persuaded me to leave with him.

"Unyoked" in the first paragraph is closest in meaning to ______.

A．sent out

B．released

C．dispatched

D．removed

短文翻译（英译汉)When I was nine years old living in a small town in North Carolina I fou

短文翻译(英译汉)

When I was nine years old living in a small town in North Carolina I found an ad for selling greeting cards in the back of a children’s magazine. I thought to myself I can do this. I begged my mother to let me send for the kit. Two weeks later when the kit arrived, I ripped off the brown paper wrapper, grabbed the cards and dashed from the house. Three hours later, I returned home with no card and a pocket full of money proclaiming “Mama, all the people couldn’t wait to buy my cards!” A salesperson was born.

When I was twelve years old, my father took me to see Zig Ziegler. I remember sitting in that dark auditorium listening to Mr. Ziegler raise everyone’s spirits up to the ceiling, I left there feeling like I could do anything. When we got to the car I turned to my father and said, “Dad, I want to make people feel like that.” My father asked me what I meant, “I want to be a motivational speaker just like Mr. Ziegler.” I replied. A dream was born.

A.promised

B.said

C.deceived

D.requested