She mixed joy with sorrow.(英译中)

She mixed joy with sorrow. （翻译)

herself to it.

A、invented

B、discovered

C、founded

D、revealed

A.bite

B.swallowed

C.chewed

D.nibbled

om Washington, DC to Winchester, Virginia, every few days. To make the trip to the hospital, Mary had to get on highway 81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of her trips. Along the middle of the highway, there were a long stretch of wild flowers. They were beautiful and almost poetic（诗意的）in appearance. The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an urge（冲动）to pull over. She then stopped her car and picked a bunch from the soil. She carried them into her grandmother's room when she arrived at the hospital and placed them in a glass by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed better than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty and asked where she had gotten them. Mary was filled with joy because of the flowers' seeming ability to wake something up inside her sick grandmother. Afterwards, Mary would pick a bunch of flowers on her way to visit grandma. Each time Mary placed the flowers in the glass, her grandmother's eyes would light up, and they would have a splendid conversation. One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her grandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to her grandmother that she drove past her flower spot. She decided to turn around. She headed several miles back and got a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her grandmother very weak and unresponsive（无应答的）.She placed the flowers in the glass and sat down to hold her grandmother's hand. She felt a press on her fingers. It was the last conversation they had. Mary drove from Washington, DC to Winchester, Virginia to _____.A.see her doctor

B.pick some flowers

C.go on a business trip

D.see her sick grandma

The first time Mary carried the flowers to the hospital, she _____.A.handed them to her grandma

B.placed them on the bed

C.put them in a glass

D.left them on the table

Which of the following can be the best title from this text？A.The Planting of Flowers

B.The Power of Flowers

C.The Discovery of Flowers

D.The Beauty of Flowers

One morning, when she drove past the flower spot, Mary decided to _____.A.turn back for the flowers

B.bring no flowers with her

C.buy some flowers instead

D.head for another flower spot

When Mary's grandma saw the flowers, she asked Mary _____.A.where they were from

B.what flowers they were

C.to get her more next time

D.to send them to the doctor

请帮忙给出每个问题的正确答案和分析，谢谢！

was perfectly empty save for tall grey curtains which enclosed it on all sides, and presently through the thick folds of those curtains children came dancing in, singly, or in pairs, till a whole troop of ten or twelve were assembled. They were all girls; none, I think more than fourteen years old, one or two certainly not more than eight. They wore but little clothing, their legs, feet and arms being quite bare. Their hair, too, was unbound; and their faces, grave and smiling, were so utterly dear and joyful, that in looking on them one felt transported to some Garden of Hesperides, a where self was not, and the spirit floated in pure ether. Some of these children were fair and rounded, others dark and elf-like; but one and all looked entirely happy, and quite unself-conscious, giving no impression of artifice, though they had evidently had the highest and most careful training. Each flight and whirling movement seemed conceived there and then out of the joy of being—dancing had surely never been a labour to them, either in rehearsal or performance. There was no tiptoeing and posturing, no hopeless muscular achievement; all was rhythm, music, light, air, and above all things, happiness. Smiles and love had gone to the fashioning of their performance; and smiles and love shone from every one of their faces and from the clever white turnings of their limbs.

Amongst them—though all were delightful—there were two who especially riveted my attention. The first of these two was the tallest of all the children, a dark thin girl, in whose every expression and movement there was a kind of grave, fiery love.

During one of the many dances, it fell to her to be the pursuer of a fair child, whose movements had a very strange soft charm; and this chase, which was like the hovering of a dragonfly round some water lily, or the wooing of a moonbeam by the June night, had in it a most magical sweet passion. That dark, tender huntress, so full of fire and yearning, had the queerest power of symbolising all longing, and moving one’s heart In her, pursuing her white love with such wistful fervour, and ever arrested at the very moment of conquest, one seemed to see the great secret force that hunts through the world, on and on, tragically unresting, immortally sweet.

The other child who particularly enhanced me was the smallest but one, a brown-haired fairy crowned with a haft moon of white flowers, who wore a scanty little rose-petal-coloured shift that floated about her in the most delightful fashion. She danced as never child danced. Every inch of her small bead and body was full of the sacred fire of motion; and in her little pas seul she seemed to be the very spirit of movement. One felt that Joy had flown down, and was inhabiting there; one heard the rippling of Joy’s laughter. And, indeed, through all the theatre had risen a rustling and whispering; and sudden bursts of laughing rapture.

I looked at my friend; he was trying stealthily to remove something from his eyes with a finger. And to myself the stage seemed very misty, and all things in the world lovable; as though that dancing fairy had touched them with tender fire, and made them golden.

God knows where she got that power of bringing joy to our dry hearts: God knows how long she will keep it! But that little flying Love had in her the quality that lie deep in colour, in music, in the wind, and the sun, and in certain great works of art—the power to see the heart free from every barrier, and flood it with delight.

From this passage, it can be inferred that

A．the dancing girls are an very beautiful.

B．the girls come from all over the world.

C．the two tallest girls are the outstanding dancers.

D．the girls' performance is very successful.

oney with the joy of learning to read.

“The grandpa held a jar of honey so that all the family could see. He then dipped a spoon into it and put some honey on the cover of a small book.

The little girl had just turned five.

‘Stand up，little one，’he asked the girl softly. ‘I did this for your mother，your uncles，your older brother，and now you!’

Then，he handed the book to her. ‘Taste!’

She touched the honey with her finger and put it into her mouth.

‘What's that taste？’the grandpa asked.

The little girl answered，‘Sweet!’

Then all of the family said in a single voice，‘Yes，and so is knowledge，but knowledge is from the bee that made that sweet honey，you have to go after it through the pages of a book!’

The little girl knew that the promise to read was at last hers. Soon she was going to learn to read. ”

This is the beginning of a profoundly moving children's book entitled Thank You，Mr. Falker. In this book，Patricia Polacco writes of her own passion to read，inspired by the honey on the book. It wasn't until fifth grade that she met her beloved teacher who provided the hlep that she needed to finally unlock the magic of the written word.

Reading this book，we are in fact acquainted with some enduring traditions of child education that stress the importance of verbal capacity at a very early age.

The child learning to read is admitted into a collective memory by way of books. And with the printed words that are active with meaning，the child becomes acquainted with a common past which he or she renews，to a greater or lesser degree，in every reading. Much as the author of the book Thank You，Mr. Falker puts it，“Almost as if it were magic，or as if light poured into her brain，the words and sentences started to take shape on the page as they never had before…And she understood the whole thing…Then she went into the living room and found the book on a shelf，the very book that her grandpa had shown her so many years ago. She spooned honey on the cover and tasted the sweetness…Then she held the book，honey and all，close to her chest. She could feel tears roll down her cheeks，but they weren't tears of sadness-she was happy，so very happy. ”

The girl who tasted the honey on the book was______.

A．nearly six years old

B．less than five years old

C．more than six years old

D．a little more than five years old

My aunt Edith was a widow(寡妇) of 50, working as a secretary, when doctors discovered what was then thought to be a very serious heart disease.

Aunt Edith doesn’t accept defeat easily. She began studying medical reports in the library and found an article in a magazine about a well-known heart surgeon, Dr. Michael DeBakey, of Houston, Texas. He had saved the life of someone with the same disease. The article said his fees were very high; Aunt Edith couldn’t possibly pay them. But could he tell her of someone whose fees she could pay？

So Aunt Edith wrote to him. She simply listed her reasons for wanting live: her three children, who would be on their own in three or four more years, her little-girl dream of traveling and seeing the world. There wasn’t a word of self-pity----only warmth and humor and the joy of living. She mailed the letter, not really expecting an answer.

A few days later, my doorbell rang. Aunt Edith didn’t wait to come in; she stood in the hall and read aloud:

Your beautiful letter moved me very deeply. If you can come to Houston, there will be no charge for either the hospital or the operation.

Signed: Michael DeBakey.

1.Aunt Edith_____when she knew she had a very serious heart disease.

A.stopped working as a secretary

B.didn’t lose hope

C.stayed in the hospital

D.asked many doctors for help

2.From the story we can see _____.

A.Dr. Michael DeBakey was not famous at all

B.Aunt Edith could afford Dr. Michael DeBakey’s fees

C.Dr. Michael DeBakey was experienced in dealing with Aunt Edith’s disease

D.Aunt Edith accepted defeat easily

3.In Aunt Edith’s letter to the doctor, ______.

A.she showed she was warm, humorous and enjoying living

B.she avoided talking about her children

C.she showed she was very sad

D.she said she had a little girl who dreamed of traveling and seeing the world

4.When Aunt Edith mailed her letter, _____.

A.she was determined to move the doctor

B.she expected some wonder would happen

C.she knew it would never reach the doctor

D.she didn’t expect the doctor would give her a reply

5.Michael DeBakey mainly told Aunt Edith in the letter that_____.

A.he was going to operate on her for free

B.he thought he was unable to offer help

C.her letter was well-written

D.her disease was so serious that he couldn’t cure her

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.

lves, had she not fanned our fear of her, we would all have learned even more powerfully what it meant to do our thinking. And we might have been able to think well around her too. (抽象词翻译:learned even more powerfully的直译是"更强有力地学到，不太好懂，最好意译。)