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Have you ever made contact with the creative spirit, that certain something hard to describe, but full of good—and sometimes great—ideas? It is more than an occasional great thought. When we feel the moving of the creative spirit, it brings to life a style of being: a lifetime filled with the desire to invent, to explore new ways of doing things, and to turn dreams into reality.
That flash of inspiration is the final moment of a process marked by unique stages—the basic steps in creative problem-solving. The first stage is preparation, when you look for any information that might be important. It's when you let your imagination run free.
But one barrier(障碍) is the inside voice of judgment that locks up our creative spirit within the limits of what we think acceptable. It's the voice that whispers to you, "They'll think I'm foolish," or "That will never work." But we can learn to recognize this voice of judgment and have the courage to discount its unhelpful advice.
Once you have thought about all the relevant(相关的) pieces and pushed your mind to the limits, you can let the problem remain and take in all you have gathered. It's a stage when much of what goes on occurs outside your focused awareness. As the saying goes, "You sleep on it."
We are more open to creative thoughts from the unknowing mind when we are not really thinking of anything. That is why daydreams are so useful in the search for creativity. Anytime you can just daydream and relax is useful in the creative process: a shower, long drives, a quiet walk, etc.
With luck, daydreaming will lead to a light turning on above your head, when all of a sudden the answer will come to you as if from nowhere. This is the popular stage—the one that usually gets all the glory and attention, the moment that people sweat and long for, the feeling "This is it!" But the thought alone is still not a creative act. The final stage is translation, when you take your creative thought and transform it into action; it becomes useful to you and others.
小题1:In Paragraph 1, “the moving of the creative spirit” probably means ________.

My mother let go of me when I could not let go of her .In one last brave moment she was strong for me ,thus making me strong ,too.
I was in the kitchen when        called and told me to make a quick decision .They could only hold a place for my         until the next morning.
The thought of being        from my Alzheimer’s stricken (早老性痴呆)mother when she needed me most       me .Dad died when I was a teenager ,Mom and I had        many hard times together .Mom taught me to laugh my way through bad experiences and sing through     days .But in recent years , except for extremely        moments of consciousness , she’d become lost in her own private world .I knew that Mom needed       nursing and medical care ,yet the possibility of a complete stranger coming to her at night ,when she would      around like a sleepwalking child ,filled me with a feeling of      .
Two bitter days passed     we left for the nursing home .I hugged and kissed her with       tears ,I’d always planned the best golden years for Mom in her old age ,but now I was saying    .
Suddenly there was something shining in her     , a look of recognition .“Stop crying now”,she said firmly ,“Say goodbye and get going .Don’t     about me .”
I stood with     and stared into her face .“Mom!”I cried and reached out for her .But as quickly as my “real ”Mom had appeared ,she    again into her world of a little child .       ,at that very moment I realized the mother ,that familiar Mom who knew and understood ,who      and sang with me in hard times ,would always be there , giving me       when I needed it most .

小题1:

A．the hospital

I believe in leaving work at five o’clock. In a nation with such a strict work ethic(道德规范) , this is considered strange. Working only 40 hours a week? I just don’t know many people who punch out (打卡下班) at five o’clock anymore.
My father tried to teach me the importance of hard work, long hours and devotion to a career. But then there are the things he taught me unintentionally, like when he arrived home from work for the last time and crawled up the stairs.
My father, a self-employed sales trainer, was that sick, that tired. His body was wracked with liver cancer, and he suffered the effects of a diabetic ulcer（糖尿病）. Despite all this, he insisted on traveling a long way to give a lecture. He probably earned a lot of money that day, but he paid the price. He returned to the hospital soon afterwards and was dead within three months, aged just 58.
It’s been 10 years since I saw my father come home that night and since then, I’ve thought a lot about work. I’ve decided something: I will never crawl up the stairs exhausted. As much as I love my job as a newspaper reporter, I will never work myself into the ground, physically or emotionally. Not taking my work home didn’t come easily to me at first. After all, I am my father’s daughter. In college, I was the girl who sat on the library steps each morning, waiting for the doors to open. I even dreamt about schoolwork.
My dad once told me he was unable to just gaze at a sunset; he had to be doing something as he looked at it—writing, reading, playing chess. You could say he was a success: He was a published author, an accomplished musician, fluent in many languages. That’s an impressive list, but the thing is I want to gaze at sunsets. I don’t want to meet a deadline during them or be writing a column at the same time, or glance at them over the top of a book.
This raises the question: If I leave work at five o’ clock to watch the sunset, what are the consequences? Do I risk not reaching the top of my profession? Maybe, because honestly, knocking off after eight hours probably won’t earn me the best promotion. But hey, leaving work at five o’ clock means I eat dinner with my family. I get to hop on my bike and cycle through the streets of my hometown when there is no traffic.
And I get to take in a lot of sunsets. That’s got to be worth something.
小题1:Which of the following about the author’s father is true?

A．He set a good example to his daughter.

B．He tried to force his values on his daughter.

C．He gained much pleasure from his work.

D．He achieved great success at the expense of his health.

小题2:What does the author mean by saying “Not taking my work home did not come easily at first” in Paragraph 4?

A．There was so much work to do.

B．All her colleagues took work home.

C．She was educated to be a workaholic.

D．She wanted a promotion in her work.

小题3:What’s the author’s attitude toward promotion?

A．She doesn’t care about it at all.

B．She is eager to get promoted

C．She thinks it’s for the ambitious people

D．Getting promoted at all costs is not worthwhile

小题4: This text is developed________.

A．by giving examples	B．by making comparisons
C．by describing process	D．by order of time

小题5: What does the writer intend to tell us?

A．To praise his father’s diligence

B．To ask us to take time off work to enjoy life

C．To complain about the strict work ethic

D．To stress the importance of hard work

Each time I see a balloon, my mind flies back to a memory of when I was a six - year – old girl. It was a rainy Sunday and my father had recently died. I asked my mom if Dad had gone to heaven. “Yes, honey. Of course.” she said.“Can we write him a letter?”
She paused, the longest pause of my short life, and answered, “Yes.”My heart jumped. “How? Does the mailman go there?” I asked.
“No, but I have an idea.” Mom drove to a party store and returned with a red balloon. I asked her what it was for.“Just wait, honey. You’ll see.” Mom told me to write my letter. Eagerly, I got my favorite pen, and poured out my six - year - old heart in the form of blue ink. I wrote about my day, what I learned at school, how Mom was doing, and even about what happened in a story I had read. For a few minutes it was as if Dad were still alive. I gave the letter to Mom. She read it over, and a smile crossed her face.She made a hole in the corner of the letter where she looped the balloon string. We went out-side and she gave me the balloon. It was still raining.“Okay, on the count of three, let go. One, two, three.”The balloon, carrying my letter, darted upward against the rain. We watched until it was swallowed by the mass of clouds.Later I realized, like the balloon, that Dad had never let his sickness get him down. He was strong. No matter what he suffered, he’d persevere, dart up, and finally transcend this cold world and his sick body. He rose into sky and became something beautiful. I watched until the balloon disappeared into the gray and white and I prayed that his strength was passed on. I prayed to be a balloon.
小题1:When the girl asked her mother if they could write to her father, her mother _________.

A．believed it easy to do so	B．thought her a creative girl
C．felt it hard to answer	D．found it easy to lie

小题2: When the girl was told that she could send a letter to her father, she __________.

A．jumped with joy

B．was worried that it couldn’t be delivered

C．started writing immediately

D．became excited

小题3: In the eyes of the author, what was the rain like?

A．An incurable disease

B．An unforgettable memory.

C．The failures her father experienced

D．The hard time her father had.

小题4: What would be the best title for the passage?

A．An unforgettable experience	B．Fly to the heaven
C．The strong red balloon	D．A great father

Once again, I had run away and really did not know why. I walked out of the gate to go to school and then kept walking, and walking, and walking. I was 11years old. It was almost dark; I was tired, cold, and all alone. I had not eaten all day and was afraid to turn myself over the police. I knew I would receive another beating once I returned to the Children’s Home Society. There was nothing for me to do, except keep on walking.
As darkness fell, I entered the darkened area in a city park sat down on a wooden bench hoping to avoid the police cars. It was cold and I began to tremble uncontrollably. All was quiet except for the passing cars in the distance.
“Well, hello young man.” A voice came from behind me. I jumped, almost falling off the park bench. My heart was beating ninety miles per hour. I gasped and I could hardly catch my breath. I looked up and saw a woman standing behind me in the shadows.
“You look cold and hungry,” she said. She took off her scarf, wrapped it around my shoulders and asked me to follow her. We walked about twenty feet, and then stopped under one of the park streetlights.
She held out her hand and said, “Here, you take this letter.” Seeing nothing in her hand., I stood still.
“Reach out and take the letter from my hand,” she insisted. Slowly I reached out, acting as though I was taking something from her hand. “Now hold the paper tightly and take it to any store owner,” she instructed.
I closed my thumb and finger as though I were grasping the letter and began walking toward Five Points. Several blocks down the road, I came to a store with a woman sitting behind a counter. I opened the door, walked in, and stopped directly in front of her. Very slowly I held out my hand toward her. I watched her face to see if she might think I was crazy or something.
She reached out and as her hand touched mine, I opened my tightly closed fingers and stood there waiting. She pulled back, smiled, and looked down at her hands.
She immediately turned and walked to the back of the store. After a while, the woman returned holding a paper plate.
“Here is something for you to eat.” She smiled and signaled to me to eat. Within two or three minutes, I downed the entire plate of food and several Coca Colas.
Before I left, she held out her hand and asked me to take the letter. Again seeing nothing, I held out my hand and closed my thumb and finger as though I were taking something from her. Tightly grasping nothing more than air, I walked out into the street and headed back to the park. The old woman was still there.
“It is really magic. Can I have the letter so I can be magic too?” I asked her.
She reached out, took my hand, and opened my tightly closed fingers. Whatever was being held between my fingers, she took and placed into her apron pocket. “Would you help someone if they were hungry?” she asked me.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Would you help someone if they were hurt, cold or scared?”
“Yes Ma’am. I would be their friend.”
“You are a very lucky little boy. You will never need the magic letter,” she responded.
小题1:What can we learn about the boy?

A．Though lost in the city, he didn’t feel worried or lonely.

B．He had nowhere to go and wandered aimlessly in the street.

C．He avoided the police for the fear that he would be sent to prison.

D．He had to run away because of his bad performance at school.

小题2:What can we infer from paragraph 3?

A．The boy was out of breath as he did some exercises.

B．The boy felt excited at the appearance of the woman.

C．The boy was scared by the sudden voice of the woman.

D．The boy held his breath, waiting for the woman to come.

小题3:Why does the store owner offer the boy a good dinner?

A．Because she had great sympathy for him.

B．Because she knew the boy and his parents.

C．Because he was a kind boy who deserved it.

D．Because the woman in the park had paid for it.

小题4:What does the writer want to tell us through the story?

A．It's better to give than to take.

B．Kindness is a universal language.

C．Don't cry even if life cheats you.

D．Life is full of the getting over of suffering.

小题5:What’s the best title of the passage?

June was lying by the Olympic size swimming pool in her new swimsuit. She was really hot and dived into water.        else was in the pool. The refreshing water cooled her body immediately, which       her to continue doing some laps there.
Now having swum in the past several years and being a bit out of      , June began to tire      . “Ah, no pains, no gains,” June thought to herself. June       to swim, realizing her head was      . Breathing became difficult. Her vision wasn’t so      . She saw the lifeguard and a couple of others around the pool. No sense in       anyone. She continued.
She found       in the middle of the pool. Deciding not to make a scene, she continued to swim.      , she made it to the other side of the pool. Nausea (恶心), weakness and exhaustion (精疲力竭)       it difficult for June to get out of the pool.       she stood, her body slowly shook back and forth, Losing her      .
Realizing she needed help but       to even say anything, she       the pool side and stood there. Several minutes later she had enough energy to only       her body up out of the pool. Sitting at the side of the pool with her feet in the water she felt that someone was       at her. It was the lifeguard. June was just able to       her hand, telling him she was okay.
Have you ever found yourself in a      where you’re in trouble and you don’t ask for help? There is nothing       in asking for help. June could have drowned. However, we all have the tendency, as June did.

It was the beginning of the school year a few years ago and I had a little boy in my class who came from a non – English speaking home, He was very quiet and shy, I wasn’t sure how much he understood during the school day and I was especially concerned that he just stood by himself at break time and did not play, If I tried to talk to him , he would turn away and tightly shut his eyes to hide from me.
After a day or two of this, I decided to seek the help from one of my outgoing and friendly little girls, I called her over and she ran to me , ready to help.
I immediately began a long speech about what I needed from her, I asked her if she would try to get him to play, and I started talking quickly about all these suggestions on how she could start communication with him , I explained she could do that , she could try this idea, she could try that idea, “Don’t worry, I speak kid” And she ran off.
I stood there all alone, silently watching her, It took less than a minute for the two new friends to urn off, hand in hand , happily joining a game of tag （捉人游戏）taking place all over the gym.
I often think of that small moment, about what I learned and how important it is for all teachers to speak kid --- big kid, little kid and middle kid , I know my focus must be on teaching students how to think , how to approach problems ,and how to figure out solutions and teaching them never to let the opportunity away , We must be ready to learn from our students because those “teachable moments ”during the school days are for us , the teachers, as well as our kids.
小题1:Why did the author worry about the boy?

A．He didn’t dare to look at the author in the eyes

B．He couldn’t speak English as well as other students

C．He failed to understand what the author taught

D．He was unwilling to communicate with others

小题2:After the girl agreed to help, the author

A．taught her what to do in detail

B．thanked her for her willingness to help

C．thanked her for her willingness to help

D．reminded her of what she should be careful about

小题3:By saying “I speak kid ”,the girl meant that she could

A．speak the language that kids understand

B．speak the boy’s native language

C．know what kids want to day

D．speak well like a little kid

小题4:The underlined words“the opportunity”refer to the chance to

A．play at break time

B．learn from students

C．solve problems

D．speak kid

小题5:What can we learn from the passage?

A．Gold will shine everywhere

B．Children are more friendly than adults

C．Teachers’ thoughts are different form students’

D．You learn something every day if you pay attention

Being on the road at 3:15 a. m. to drive 450 kms wasn’t in my plans for the weekend. I had been looking forward to a couple of ____ days to prepare myself for the following busy ___ .
My son, Simon, and his good friends were heading for the ___ . Due to the last- minute issue with transportation, I __ my car to ensure that everyone could get to the   point so that they could get together and enjoy their week’s ____ by snowboarding and skiing.
The only thing that ____ to me on my journey was that no sooner had I ____ and said goodbye than I would make the trip ____，in total, a round trip of 900 kms in just 10 hours. Such a long drive in one day was frightening, __ as I was looking forward to relaxation
Simon and I ___，on our way，a little about his break and a whole lot of his school subjects. It was great to have this time with him as we ____ spent five continuous hours together，other than when we played Saturday cricket (板球).
On my return trip, I ____a strange sense of loneliness in some heavy morning ____. Within an hour it ____. I spent the next four hours listening to some CDs and enjoying the scenery. Surprisingly, after my long trip home I was    refreshed and energized even though I was physically exhausted. And I knew that I would have a(n) ____ sleep that evening.
A change ____ your environment, no matter how great, can provide you with the opportunity to _ something from different angles, as well as to be refreshed and energized
Now I’m looking forward to my next     event and many more opportunities to spend quality time with those who are important to me and make my life more rewarding.

A．A Happy Couple in Crisis	B．In Crisis, Become As One
C．Struggle with Cancer	D．Don’t Believe the Doctor

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