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It was a year since Susan, 34, became blind£®She was 1 thrown into a world of darkness, anger, and self-pity£®
Once so independent, Susan now felt 2 , knowing that her sight was never going to return£®But her husband Mark was determined to help her gain the 3 to become independent again£®
When Susan felt ready to 4 to her job, Mark accompanied£¨Åã°é£© Susan to and from work each day£®Mark knew it was only a matter of time 5 Susan was able to ride the bus by herself£®He believed in her£®
Two weeks passed and Susan decided to 6 the trip on her own£®
Monday morning arrived, and for the first time they went their 7 ways£®Four days passed smoothly£® 8 Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual£®As she was 9 her ticket money to get off the bus, the driver said, "How I envy£¨ÏÛĽ£©you£®"
"What do you mean?" Susan asked£®
The driver answered, "Every morning for the 10 week, a fine looking gentleman has been standing across the corner 11 you get off the bus£®He makes sure you cross the street
12 and enter your office building£®Then he blows you a kiss and walks away£®" Tears of
13 streamed down Susan's cheeks£®
She was lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than 14 , a gift she didn't need to see to believe¡ªthe gift of love that can brighten darkness£®
1£®A£®naturally B£®carelessly C£®nervously D£®suddenly
2£®A£®helpless B£®angry C£®surprised D£®pleased
3£®A£®energy B£®confidence C£®hope D£®comfort
4£®A£®go B£®come C£®return D£®get
5£®A£®before B£®after C£®since D£®when
6£®A£®take B£®manage C£®operate D£®try
7£®A£®special B£®separate C£®common D£®usual
8£®A£®At B£®By C£®On D£®In
9£®A£®spending B£®costing C£®paying D£®taking
10£®A£®late B£®following C£®half D£®past
11£®A£®noticing B£®watching C£®seeing D£®helping
12£®A£®safely B£®quietly C£®carefully D£®quickly
13£®A£®sadness B£®bitterness C£®happiness D£®pain
14£®A£®work B£®eyesight C£®courage D£®help
1-5£®DABCA 6-10£®DBCCD 11-14£®BACB
When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was badly crippled (õ˽Å), and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare, I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. If ever noticed or bothered, he never let on.
It was difficult to walk together¡ªand because of that, we didn¡¯t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, ¡°You set the pace. I will try to follow you.¡±
Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and even in bad weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. It was a matter of pride for him.
When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help... Such times my sister or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, N.Y., on a child¡¯s sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would try to grasp handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home. w.w.w.k.s.5.u.c.o.m
When I think of it now, I am surprised at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to suffer from shame and disability. And I am also surprised at how he did it¡ªwithout bitterness or complaint.
He never talked about himself as an object of pity, not did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a ¡°good heart¡±, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.
Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don¡¯t know exactly what a ¡°good heart¡± is. But I know the times I don¡¯t have one myself.
He has been away for many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about my troubles, when I am envious of another¡¯s good fortune, when I don¡¯t have a ¡°good heart¡±.
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿How did the man treat his father when he was young?
| A£®He helped his father happily. | B£®He never helped his father. |
| C£®He helped his father, but not very happily. | D£®He only helped his father take a walk after supper. |
| A£®didn¡¯t work very hard | B£®didn¡¯t go to work from time to time |
| C£®hated those who had good fortune | D£®was happy and satisfied, and never lost hope |
| A£®anger | B£®sadness | C£®happiness | D£®unwillingness |
| A£®By subway. | B£®By bus. | C£®By wheelchair. | D£®By bike |
My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word ¡°shmily¡± in a surprise place for the other to find. 
¡°Shmily¡± was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even opened an entire roll of toilet paper to leave ¡°shmily¡± on the very last sheet. Little notes with ¡°shmily¡± scribbled (ÁʲݵØд) hurriedly were found on dashboards (ÒDZí°å) and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents¡¯ game. Skepticism (»³ÒÉ̬¶È) had kept me from believing in true love ¡ª one that is pure and lasting. However, I never doubted my grandparents¡¯ relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious (°®µ÷Ï·µÄ) little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on devotion and passionate love.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other¡¯s sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew ¡°how to pick ¡®em.¡±
But there came a dark cloud into my grandparents¡¯ life: when my grandmother got breast cancer. Gradually it took over the whole of her body. One day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
¡°Shmily.¡± It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother¡¯s funeral bouquet (»¨Êø). The family came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother¡¯s casket (¹×) and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and sadness, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby (´ßÃßÇú,). Shaking with my own sorrow, I would never forget that moment.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿The point of the article is to ________.
| A£®give advice on how to keep love fresh |
| B£®explain to readers the meaning of ¡°shmily¡± |
| C£®show the true love between the writer¡¯s grandparents |
| D£®express how much the writer loved her grandparents |
| A£®To support the first paragraph. | B£®To introduce the next paragraph. |
| C£®To give the main idea of the article. | D£®To make the article more interesting. |
| A£®used to kiss her grandfather in secret |
| B£®died from breast cancer, which spread all over |
| C£®played crossword puzzle daily with her grandfather |
| D£®considered her grandfather old and careless |
| A£®She doubts whether it was true love. |
| B£®She finds their way of expressing love strange. |
| C£®She admires their romantic and passionate love. |
| D£®She thinks she will never be able to love like that. |
When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was badly crippled (õ˽Å), and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare, I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. If ever noticed or bothered, he never let on.
It was difficult to walk together¡ªand because of that, we didn¡¯t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, ¡°You set the pace. I will try to follow you.¡±
Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and even in bad weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. It was a matter of pride for him.
When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help... Such times my sister or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, N.Y., on a child¡¯s sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would try to grasp handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home. www.7caiedu.cn
When I think of it now, I am surprised at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to suffer from shame and disability. And I am also surprised at how he did it¡ªwithout bitterness or complaint.
He never talked about himself as an object of pity, not did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a ¡°good heart¡±, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.
Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don¡¯t know exactly what a ¡°good heart¡± is. But I know the times I don¡¯t have one myself.
He has been away for many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about my troubles, when I am envious of another¡¯s good fortune, when I don¡¯t have a ¡°good heart¡±.
1.How did the man treat his father when he was young?
|
A£®He helped his father happily. |
B£®He never helped his father. |
|
C£®He helped his father, but not very happily. |
D£®He only helped his father take a walk after supper. |
2.As a disabled man, his father____.
|
A£®didn¡¯t work very hard |
B£®didn¡¯t go to work from time to time |
|
C£®hated those who had good fortune |
D£®was happy and satisfied, and never lost hope |
3.What does the underlined word ¡°reluctance¡± mean in the article? It means ____.
|
A£®anger |
B£®sadness |
C£®happiness |
D£®unwillingness |
4.How did the father get to work usually?
|
A£®By subway. |
B£®By bus. |
C£®By wheelchair. |
D£®By bike |
¡°Shmily¡± was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother
even opened an entire roll of toilet paper to leave ¡°shmily¡± on the very last
sheet. Little notes with ¡°shmily¡± scribbled (ÁʲݵØд) hurriedly were found on dashboards (ÒDZí°å) and car seats, or taped to
steering wheels.