The sun shone in through the dining room window,lighting up the hardwood floor. We had been talking there for nearly two hours.The phone of the“Nightline”rang yet again and Morrie asked his helper.Connie,to get it .She had been taking down the callers’names in Morrie’s small black appointment book .It was clear 1 was not the only one interested in visiting my old professor—the“Nightline”appearance had made him something of a big figure—but I was impressed with.perhaps even a bit envious of,all the friends that Morrie seemed to have
“You know.Mitch,now that I'm dying,I've become much more interesting to people.I’m on the last great journey here——and people want me to tell them what to pack.”
The phone rang again.
“Morrie,can you talk?”Connie asked .
“I’m visiting with my old friend now,”he announced.“Let them call back.”
I cannot tell you why he received me so warmly.I was hardly the promising student who had left him sixteen years earlier.Had it not been for“Nightline,”Morrie might have died without ever seeing me again.
What happened to me?
The eighties happened .The nineties happened.Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened.I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck,and I never even realized I was doing it .Yet here was Morrie talking with the wonder of our college years,as if I'd simply been on a long vacation
“Have you found someone to share your heart with?” he asked .
“Are you at peace with yourself?”
“Are you trying to be as human as you can be?”
I felt ashamed,wanting to show I had been trying hard to work out such questions.What
happened to me? I once promised myself I would never work for money,that I would join the
Peace Corps,and that 1 would w*w^w.k&s#5@u.c~o*mlive in beautiful,inspirational places.
Instead, I had been in Detroit for ten years,at the same workplace,using the same bank,visiting the same barber .I was thirty-seven,more mature than in college,tied to computers and modems and cell phones.I was no longer young,nor did I walk around in gray sweatshirts with unlit cigarettes in my mouth.I did not have long discussions over egg salad sandwiches about the meaning of life.
My days were full,yet I remained,much of the time,unsatisfied .
What happened to me?
56.When did the author graduate from Morrie’s college?
A.In the eighties.                             B.In the nineties.
C.When he was sixteen                          D.When he was twenty-one.
57.What do we know about the“Nightline”?
A.Morrie started it by himself          B.It helped Morrie earn a fame.
C.The author helped Morrie start it.           D.It was only operated at night.
58.What can we infer from the passage?
A.Both the author and Morrie liked travelling.
B.Morrie liked helping people pack things for their journeys.
C.The author envied Morrie’s friends the help they got from him.
D.The author earned a lot of money at the cost of his dreams.
59.What’s the author’s feeling when he writes this passage?
A.Regretful.      B.Enthusiastic.      C.Sympathetic.       D.Humorous.


第三部分:阅读理解(共两节,40分)
第一节:(共15小题;每小题2分,共30分)
阅读下列短文,从每题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中,选出最佳选项,并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
A
The sun shone in through the dining room window,lighting up the hardwood floor We had been talking there for nearly two hours.The phone of the“Nightline”rang yet again and Morrie asked his helper.Connie,to get it She had been taking down the callers’names in Morrie’s small black appointment book It was clear 1 was not the only one interested in visiting my old professor—the“Nightline”appearance had made him something of a big figure—but I was impressed with.perhaps even a bit envious of,all the friends that Morrie seemed to have
“You know.Mitch,now that I'm dying,I've become much more interesting to people.I’m
on the last great journey here——and people want me to tell them what to pack.”
The phone rang again.
“Morrie,can you talk?”Connie asked
“I’m visiting with my old friend now,”he announced.“Let them call back.”
I cannot tell you why he received me so warmly.I was hardly the promising student who had left him sixteen years earlier.Had it not been for“Nightline,”Morrie might have died without ever seeing me again.
What happened to me?
The eighties happened The nineties happened.Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened.I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck,and I never even realized I was doing it Yet here was Morrie talking with the wonder of our college years,as if I'd Simply been on a long vacation
“Have you found someone to share your heart with?” he asked
“Are you at peace with yourself?”
“Are you trying to be as human as you can be?”
I felt ashamed,wanting to show I had been trying hard to work out such questions.What
happened to me? I once promised myself I would never work for money,that I would join the
Peace Corps,and that 1 would live in beautiful,inspirational places.
Instead, I had been in Detroit for ten years,at the same workplace,using the same bank,visiting the same barber I was thirty-seven,more mature than in college,tied to computers and modems and cell phones.I was no longer young,nor did I walk around in gray sweatshirts with
unlit cigarettes in my mouth.I did not have long discussions over egg salad sandwiches about the meaning of life.
My days were full,yet I remained,much of the time,unsatisfied  
What happened to me?
56.When did the author graduate from Morrie’s college?
A.In the eighties.                       B.In the nineties.
C.When he was sixteen                    D.When he was twenty-one.
57.What do we know about the“Nightline”?
A.Morrie started it by himself       B.It helped Morrie earn a fame.
C.The author helped Morrie start it. D.It was only operated at night.
58.What can we infer from the passage?
A.Both the author and Morrie liked travelling.
B.Morrie liked helping people pack things for their journeys.
C.The author envied Morrie’s friends the help they got from him.
D.The author earned a lot of money at the cost of his dreams.
59.What’s the author’s feeling when he writes this passage?
A.Regretful.    B.Enthusiastic.  C.Sympathetic.   D.Humorous.

The event happened many years ago , but I will never forget it . The memory of it remains _______ in my mind . The event occurred ______ a hot , humid May morning in 1947.

   When I was six years old I was a first –graded student in Miss Butler’s class. She was well known for her ________ discipline(纪律) in class. We all were kept busy _____ all day . There was always so much homework to do . _______ that had done something wrong would be ______ punished by the long stick she ______ . You can imagine the fear I _____ when I drew in a deep breath ---I accidentally _____ a strange sound . Miss Butler immediately stopped her class and _____ the blackboard . Seeing my expression, she _____, “ John , did you do that ?” I _______ to find my voice and pointed to the boy close to me and said , “ No . Leandro did it .” Leandro’s explanation (解释) was _______ ; in a moment the _______ had come down, and Leandro was crying into his ________ shirt.

Somehow, I had known she would _______ me . After all, I was a nicely dressed little white girl , and ______ was active in the Parent-Teacher Association, ______ Leandro was a fat little Mexican boy . He had ______ speaking English and his mother had too many children to care for and no time to attend meetings . He was never dressed in new clothes .

Leadron , how I ______ that I could ask for your forgiveness (原谅)! Please accept my apology , my old desk mate.

1.A. alive             B. live                  C. lively                             D. living

2.A. in                B. from               C. during                     D. on

3.A .perfect         B. good                C. strict                            D. loose

4.A. writing           B. listening            C. playing                D. studying

5.A. Nobody         B. Someone           C. Anyone                         D. No one

6.A. finally            B. quickly             C. normally                   D. frequently

7.A . collected       B. borrowed          C. carried                          D. threw

8.A. felt             B. suffered              C. realized                          D. got

9.A. heard         B. made               C. found                            D. received

10.A. looked around B. looked into

C. looked through           D. looked up

11.A. requested              B. answered          C. smiled                         D. asked

12.A. tried                   B. begged             C. managed                      D. decided

13.A. hopeful              B. special     C. useless                D. peaceful

14.A. blackboard   B. stick                C. book                  D. air 

15.A. nice         B. old                  C. beautiful                      D. dirty

16.A. punish       B. educated            C. believe                        D. reward

17.A. my mother   B. Miss Butler

C. Leandro              D. Leandro’s mother  

18.A. while          B. when        C. though               D. since  

19.A. fun          B. trouble              C. gifts                   D. skills

20.A. hope           B. like                  C. wish                  D. consider  

 

 

The sun shone in through the dining room window, lighting up the hardwood floor. We had been talking there for nearly two hours. The phone of the “Nightline” rang yet again and Morrie asked his helper, Connie, to get it. She had been taking down the callers’ names in Morrie’s small black appointment book. It was clear I was not the only one interested in visiting my old professor—the “Nightline” appearance had made him something of a big figure—but I was impressed with, perhaps even a bit envious of, all the friends that Morrie seemed to have.

       “You know, Mitch, now that I'm dying, I’ve become much more interesting to people. I’m on the last great journey here—and people want me to tell them what to pack.”

    The phone rang again. “Morrie, can you talk?” Connie asked.

    “I’m visiting with my old friend now,” he announced, “Let them call back.”

    I cannot tell you why he received me so warmly. I was hardly the promising student who had left him sixteen years earlier. Had it not been for “Nightline”, Morrie might have died without ever seeing me again.

       What happened to me? The eighties happened. The nineties happened. Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened. I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it. Yet here was Morrie talking with the wonder of our college years, as if I’d simply been on a long vacation.

       “Have you found someone to share your heart with?” he asked. “Are you at peace with yourself?” “Are you trying to be as human as you can be?”

       I felt ashamed, wanting to show I had been trying hard to work out such questions. What happened to me? I once promised myself I would never work for money, that I would join the Peace Corps, and that 1 would live in beautiful, inspirational places.

       Instead, I had been in Detroit for ten years, at the same workplace, using the same bank, visiting the same barber. I was thirty-seven, more mature than in college, tied to computers and modems and cell phones. I was no longer young, nor did I walk around in gray sweatshirts with unlit cigarettes in my mouth. I did not have long discussions over egg salad sandwiches about the meaning of life.

       My days were full, yet I remained, much of the time, unsatisfied. What happened to me?

1. When did the author graduate from Morrie’s college?

       A. In the eighties.    B. In the nineties.    C. When he was 16.         D. When he was 21.

2. What do we know about the “Nightline”?

    A. Morrie started it by himself.                      B. It helped Morrie earn a fame.

C. The author helped Morrie start it.              D. It was only operated at night.

3. What can we infer from the passage?

         A. Both the author and Morrie liked travelling.

         B. Morrie liked helping people pack things for their journeys.

         C. The author envied Morrie’s friends the help they got from him.

         D. The author earned a lot of money at the cost of his dreams.

4. What’s the author’s feeling when he writes this passage?

         A. Regretful.        B. Enthusiastic.            C. Sympathetic.         D. Humorous.

 

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