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The children felt very happy when they heard _______ nice clothes they would wear.
A. how B. what C. which D. that
B
It is interesting to observe the way in which children so often react against their parents’ ideas, while at the same time 36 their parent’s characteristics. This is to say, the children grow up to have different 37 from their parents, yet to have 38 personalities. There is a 39 going on in the toy world at present over 40 children should be encouraged to have war toys. I do not see any 41 in forbidding them when I think of the 42 of my friend Henry.
Henry is the son of strict parents who were against war. He was never 43 toy soldiers or guns as a 44.
Henry 45 and went into the army, becoming a first-class soldier and 46 all sorts of honors in the army. In that way he became the 47 of what his parents might have 48 of their son. And yet there is a gentleness about Henry which shows a 49 personality. His sympathies(同情) which I can see must have come from his 50. 51 doing things differently from our parents, a lot of the 52 gets passed on.
Parents have to 53 their children what they believe to be right; but it is not much your ideas that the children 54 your example. Perhaps the best way to teach one’s child gentleness is not to forbid toy guns, but to be 55 in one’s own everyday life.
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Hope in my arms
Last year, I was invited to participate in a carnival for Tuesday’s Child, an organization that helps children with AIDS.
All the children that had gathered at one particular room could 36 a square on a piece of cloth. Later the squares would be sewn(缝) together to 37 a quilt. The quilt would be 38 to a man who had devoted his life to the 39 and would soon be 40 .
The kids were given paints in bright colors and asked to paint something that would make the quilt 41 . As I looked around at all the squares, I saw pink hearts, blue clouds, orange sunrises and red flowers. The pictures were all bright and 42 . All 43 one.
One boy was painting a heart, but it was dark and lifeless. It 44 the bright colors that his fellow artists had used.I asked why. He told me that he was very 45 and so was his mom. He said that his sickness was not ever going to get better and neither was his mom’s. He looked 46 into my eyes and said, “There is no hope in my life.”
I told him I was sorry and I could understand why he had made his heart a dark color. I told him that 47 we couldn’t make him better, we can give 48 , which can really help when you are feeling sad. I told him that if he would like, I would be 49 to give him one so he could see what I meant. 50 , he crawled into my lap. I thought my own heart would burst for this sweet little boy.
He sat there for a long time. Finally he 51 down to finish his coloring.
As I was getting ready to 52 home, I felt a tug (猛拽) on my jacket. Standing there was the little boy, 53 . He said, “My heart is changing 54 . It is getting brighter. I think those hugs really do 55 .”
On my way home I felt my own heart. It too had changed to a brighter color.
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As a young boy, I sometimes traveled the country roads with my dad. He was a rural mill carrier, and on Saturdays he would ask me to go with him. Driving through the countryside was always an adventure: There were animals to see, people to visit, and chocolate cookies if you knew where to stop, and Dad did.
In the spring, Dad delivered boxes full of baby chickens, and when 1 was a boy it was such a fun to stick your finger 'through one of the holes of the boxes and let the baby birds peck on your fingers.
On Dad' s final day of work, it took him well into the evening to complete his rounds because at least one member from each family was waiting at their mailbox to thank him for his friendship and his years of service. "Two hundred and nineteen mailboxes on my route." he used to say, "and a story at every one. " One lady had no mailbox, so Dad took the mail in to her every day because she was nearly blind. Once inside, he read her mail and helped her pay her bills.
Mailboxes were sometimes used for things other than mail. One note left in a mailbox read. "Nat, take these eggs to Marian; she's baking a cake and doesn't have any eggs. " Mailboxes might be buried in the snow, or broken, or lying on the groom:. bat the mail was always delivered On cold days Dad might find one of his customers waiting for him with a cup of hot chocolate. A young wrote letters but had no stamps, so she left a few button on the envelope in the mailbox; Dad paid for the stamps. One businessman used to leave large amounts of cash in his mailbox for Dad to take to the bank. Once, the amount came to 8 32,000.
A dozen years ago, when I traveled back to my hometown on the sad occasion of Dad’s death, the mailboxes along the way reminded me of some of his stories. I thought I knew them all, but that wasn't the case.
As I drove home, I noticed two lamp poles, one on each side of the street. When my dad was around, those poles supported wooden boxes about four feet off the ground. One box was painted green and the other was red, and each had a long narrow hole at the top with white lettering: SANTA CLAUS, NORTH POLE. For years children had dropped letters to Santa through those holes.
I made a turn at the comer and drove past the post office and across the railroad tracks to our house. Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table when I heard footsteps. There, at the door, stood Frank Townsend, Dad's postmaster and great friend for many years. So we all sat down at the table and began to tell stories.
At one point Frank looked at me with tears in his eyes. " What are we going to do about the letters this Christmas?" he asked.
"The letters?"
'I guess you never knew. "
"Knew what?"
" Remember, when you were a kid and you used to put your letters to Santa in those green and red boxes on Main Street? It was your dad who answered all those letters every year. "
I just sat there with tears in my eyes. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine Dad sitting at the old table in our basement reading those letters and answering each one. I have since spoken with several of the people who received Christmas letters during their childhood, and they told me how amazed they were that Santa had known so much about their homes and families.
For me, just knowing that story about my father was the gift of a lifetime.
【小题1】It can be inferred from the passage that the writer regarded his travels with Dad us_____.
A.great chances to help other people |
B.happy occasions to play with baby chickens |
C.exciting experience* with a lot of fun |
D.good opportunities to enjoy chocolate cookies |
A.Dad had a strong sense of duty |
B.Dad was an honest and reliable man |
C.Dad had a strong sense of honor |
D.Dad was a kind and generous man |
A.Dad read letters for a blind lady for years. |
B.Dad paid for the stamps for a young girl. |
C.Dad delivered some eggs to Marian. |
D.Dad answered children's Christmas letters every year. |
A.offering analyses | B.providing explanations |
C.giving examples | D.making comparisons |
A.Santa Claus lived alone in the cold North Pole. |
B.Santa Claus answered all their letters every year. |
C.Santa Claus had unique mailboxes for the children. |
D.Santa Claus had so much information about their families. |
A.The Mail | B.Christmas Letters |
C.Special Mailboxes | D.Memorable Travels |