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  “What is the most important thing you've done in your life?” The question was put to me during a presentation I gave to a group of lawyers.

  The answer came to me in an instant.It's not the one I gave, because the situation was not right.As a lawyer in the entertainment industry, I knew the audience wanted to hear some amusing stories about my work with well-known people.But here's the true answer:

  The most important thing I've ever done occurred on October 8, 1990.I began the day playing tennis with an old friend I hadn't seen for a while.Between points we talked about what had been happening in each other's lives.He and his wife had just had a baby boy, who was keeping them up at night.

  While we were playing, a car came screaming up the road toward the courts.It was my friend's father, who shouted to my friend that his baby had stopped breathing and was being rushed to the hospital.In a flash my friend wasin the car and gone, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

  For a moment I just stood there, paralyzed(呆若木鸡).Then I tried to figure out what I should do.Follow my friend to the hospital? There was nothing I could accomplish there, I convinced myself.My friend's son was in the care of doctors and nurses, and nothing I could do or say would affect the outcome.Be there for moral support? Well, maybe.But my friend and his wife both had large families, and I knew they'd be surrounded by relatives who would provide more than enough comfort and support, whatever happened.All I could do at the hospital, I decided, was to get in the way.Also, I had planned a full day with my family, who were waiting for me to get home.So I decided to head back to my house and check in my friend later.

  As I started my car, I realized that my friend had left his truck and keys at the courts.I now faced another problem.I couldn't leave the keys in the truck.So I decided to go to the hospital and give him the keys.

  When I arrived, I was directed to a room where my friend and his wife were waiting.As I had thought, the room was filled with family members silently watching my friend comfort his wife.I went in and stood by the door, trying to decide what to do next.Soon a doctor appeared.He approached my friend and his wife, and in a quiet voice told them that their son had died.

  For a long time the two held each other and cried, unaware of the rest of us standing around in pained silence.After they had calmed themselves, the doctor suggested they spend a few moments with their son.

  My friend and his wife stood up and walked past their families.When they reached the door, my friend saw me standing in the corner.He came over and hugged me and started to cry.My friend's wife hugged me, too, and said, “Thanks for being here.”

  For the rest of that morning, I sat in the emergency room of that hospital and watched my friend and his wife hold the body of their infant son, and say goodbye.

  It's the most important thing I have ever done.

  The experience taught me two lessons.

  First:The most important thing I've ever done happened when I was completely helpless.None of the things I had learned in university, in three years of law school or in six years of legal practice were of any use in that situation.Something terrible was happening to people I cared about, and I was powerless to change the outcome.All I could do was standing by and watching it happen.And yet it was critical that I do just that-just be there when someone needed me.

  Second:The most important thing I've done almost didn't happen because of things I had learned in classroom and professional life.Law school taught me how to take a set of facts, break them down and organized them.These skills are critical for lawyers.When people come to us for help, they're often stressed out and depend on a lawyer to think logically.But while learning to think, I almost forget how to feel.Today I have no doubt that I should have leapt into my car without hesitation and followed my friend to the hospital.

  From that one experience I learned that the most important thing in life isn't the money you make, the status you attain or the honors you achieve.The most important thing in life is the kids' team you coach or the poem you write-or the time when you're just somebody's friend.

(1)

When he was asked about the most important thing he had done in life at a presentation, the author ________.

[  ]

A.

felt it was not an interesting question

B.

thought for a while and spoke his mind

C.

gave an answer from a lawyer's point of view

D.

didn't give the real answer

(2)

When he saw his friend rush to the hospital, the author could not decide whether to follow mainly because he thought ________.

[  ]

A.

he had to stay with his family

B.

his friend did not need his help

C.

he would not be of much help

D.

the baby would be in the doctor's care

(3)

The purpose of the author's description of the scene at the hospital is to inform us that ________.

[  ]

A.

he found out that he was in the way

B.

he would have felt guilty if he had not been there

C.

he regretted that he went too later

D.

his friend would have felt better if he had not been there

(4)

Which of the following is conveyed in this story?

[  ]

A.

Family and relatives can not take the place of friends.

B.

More people are a great comfort when one is in trouble.

C.

It is best to be here when someone needs you.

D.

You can certainly help a friend if you want to.

(5)

The author learned from his own experience that ________.

[  ]

A.

what is taught in school is usually of no use

B.

a lawyer cannot learn much in classrooms

C.

a lawyer should know people's feeling first

D.

he needs to be able to feel as well as think logically

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Wings of angel

  I used to hate myself because I wasn’t “normal”.Everyone else could play on the monkey bars and ride on a bicycle, but not   1  .I had a serious spinal cord disorder(脊髓病)and I knew I would always be much   2   than others.

  I hated going to school and I hated others’   3   at me.I hated seeing others smiling broadly and standing   4   and tall.And most of all, I hated looking in the   5   and seeing an ugly and hunchback(驼背).My friends found me cold because I didn’t let others get close   6   me.I thought I was going to go on like this for the rest of my life   7   Angela appeared.

  That afternoon, I was sitting by myself in a corner of the school-a spot where no one would   8   me.That’s when I first heard her voice.“Hi! Can I sit down?” I raised my head and there she was, with a smile on her round face.“What are you looking at?” she asked.“Ants,” I answered.“What are they doing?” “I don’t   9  .” “I bet they’re playing games and making   10  .Don’t you think so?”

  That was how our   11   started and it didn’t stop.We talked about everything under the sun-the ants, the clouds, my little niche(处境)-until it was sunset.

  Then suddenly, she saw my   12  .She just stared.My heart sank.What I feared most had happened and I knew for sure she would   13   me now.She stood up, pointing at my back and said, “I know   14   your back is hunched.” I closed my eyes like a criminal waiting to be sentenced.I begged in my heart for her to   15  , but she just kept on going.“I know what you’ve got in there.Do you?” “No,” I answered weakly.She bent and   16   in my ears:“Your back is hunched because you’ve got a pair of   17   from the angles.

  I was   18  .I looked into her eyes and her   19   touched my heart.From that day on, I started to learn to   20   myself because I have the wings of an angel and a kind-hearted friend.

(1)

[  ]

A.

them

B.

it

C.

me

D.

her

(2)

[  ]

A.

sadder

B.

shorter

C.

stronger

D.

slower

(3)

[  ]

A.

looking

B.

smiling

C.

aiming

D.

glaring

(4)

[  ]

A.

along

B.

alone

C.

straight

D.

together

(5)

[  ]

A.

street

B.

sun

C.

corner

D.

mirror

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[  ]

A.

to

B.

with

C.

for

D.

about

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[  ]

A.

after

B.

before

C.

since

D.

until

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[  ]

A.

disturb

B.

look

C.

interrupt

D.

ignore

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[  ]

A.

understand

B.

know

C.

see

D.

hope

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[  ]

A.

relations

B.

brothers

C.

friends

D.

sisters

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[  ]

A.

connection

B.

conversation

C.

competition

D.

contribution

(12)

[  ]

A.

back

B.

face

C.

eyes

D.

shoulders

(13)

[  ]

A.

care for

B.

rely on

C.

look down upon

D.

put up with

(14)

[  ]

A.

that

B.

how

C.

whether

D.

why.

(15)

[  ]

A.

relax

B.

leave

C.

keep

D.

stop

(16)

[  ]

A.

said

B.

shouted

C.

whispered(低语)

D.

told

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[  ]

A.

feet

B.

wings

C.

arms

D.

fans

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[  ]

A.

surprised

B.

ashamed

C.

annoyed

D.

awaked

(19)

[  ]

A.

wisdom

B.

modesty

C.

honesty

D.

kindness

(20)

[  ]

A.

control

B.

like

C.

comfort

D.

design

I cheated on a unit test in math class this morning during second period with Mr. Burke. Afterward, I was too sick to eat lunch just thinking about it.
I came straight home from school, went to my room, and lay on the floor trying to decide whether it would be better to run away from home now or after supper. Mostly I wished I was dead. It wasn't even an accident that I cheated.
Yesterday Mr. Burke announced there'd be a unit test and anyone who didn't pass would have to come to school on Saturday, most particularly me, since I didn't pass the last unit test. I did plan to study just to prove to him that I'm plenty smart—which I am mostly—except in math.
Anyway, I got my desk ready to study on . Just when I was ready to work, Nicho came into my room with our new rabbit and it jumped on my desk and knocked the flashcards all over the floor. What a mess! Nicho and I finally took the rabbit outside but then Philip came to my room and also Marty from next door and before long it was dinner.
After dinner my father said I could watch a special on television if I'd done all my homework. Of course I said I had. That was the beginning. I felt terrible telling my father a lie about the homework.
It was nine o'clock when I got up to my room and that was too late to study for the unit test so I lay in my bed with the light off and decided what I would do the next day when I was in Mr. Burke's math class not knowing the 8- and 9-times tables. So, you see, the cheating was planned after all.
The next day, I'd go into class as usual, acting like things were going just great. I'd sit down next to Stanley Plummer—he is so smart in math it makes you sick—and from time to time, I'd glance over at his paper to copy the answers.
Lying on the floor of my room, I begin to think that probably I've been bad all along. It just took this math test to clinch it. I'll probably never tell the truth again. I tell my mother I'm sick when she calls me to come down for dinner. She doesn't believe me, but puts me to bed anyhow. I lie there in the early winter darkness wondering what terrible thing I'll be doing next when my father comes in and sits down on my bed.
"What's the matter?" he asks. "I've got a stomachache," I say. Luckily, it's too dark to see his face. "Is that all?" "Yeah." "Mommy says you've been in your room since school." "I was sick there too," I say. "She thinks something happened today and you're upset." That's the thing that really drives me crazy about my mother. She knows things sitting inside my head the same as if I was turned inside out.
"Well," my father says. I can tell he doesn't believe me. "My stomach is feeling sort of upset." I hedge. "Okay," he says and he pats my leg and gets up.
Just as he shuts the door to my room I call out to him in a voice I don't even recognize as my own. "How come?" he calls back not surprised or anything. So I tell him I cheated on this math test. To tell the truth, I'm pretty much surprised at myself. I didn't plan to tell him anything.
He doesn't say anything at first and that just about kills me. I'd be fine if he'd spank me or something. And then he says I'll have to call Mr. Burke. It's not what I had in mind. "Now?" I ask surprised. "Now," he says. He turns on the light and pulls off my covers. "I'm not going to," I say.
But I do it. I call Mr. Burke, and I tell him exactly what happened, even that I decided to cheat the night before the test. He says I'll come on Saturday to take another test, which is okay with me, and I thank him a whole lot for being understanding and all.
"Today I thought I was turning into a criminal," I tell my father when he turns out my light. Sometimes my father kisses me good night and sometimes he doesn't. I never know. But tonight he does.
【小题1】After the author cheated on the math test, he felt ____________.

A.frightened because he might be caught
B.excited that he had succeeded
C.pleased that nobody knew it
D.unhappy because he had done something wrong
【小题2】By “It wasn't even an accident that I cheated”, the author means that ________.
A.he had planned not to study before the test
B.he decided to cheat when he knew there was going to be a test
C.he decided to cheat after he had wasted the whole evening
D.he had planned to cheat with Plummer before the test
【小题3】The author’ mother often drives him crazy because _____-.
A.She really knows what he is thinking
B.she was very strict with him
C.she doesn’t believe him
D.she asks him to come down for dinner
【小题4】After he was informed of what he had done, the father _______.
A.scolded the author severely
B.didn’t say anything and left
C.called Mr. Burke immediately
D.let the author make a call to Mr. Burke
【小题5】The author’s father kissed the author good night because ________-.
A.he had done something unusual
B.he promised to study math harder
C.he was willing to take a make-up test
D.he realized his mistake and had the courage to admit it

I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she’d said again, “it’s for Elizabeth.”
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter.
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.
My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace— it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside —a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times.
Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words

  1. 1.

    The passage shows that ______

    1. A.
      mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter
    2. B.
      mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done
    3. C.
      mother cared much about her daughter in words
    4. D.
      mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
  2. 2.

    The word “gulf” in the passage means ______

    1. A.
      deep understanding between the old and the young
    2. B.
      different ideas between the mother and the daughter
    3. C.
      free talks between mother and daughter
    4. D.
      part of the sea going far in land
  3. 3.

    What did mother do with her daughter’s letter asking forgiveness?

    1. A.
      She had never received the letter
    2. B.
      For years, she often talked about the letter
    3. C.
      She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life
    4. D.
      She read the letter again and again till she died
  4. 4.

    What’s the best title of the passage?

    1. A.
      My letter to Mother
    2. B.
      Mother and Children
    3. C.
      My mother’s Desk
    4. D.
      Talks between Mother and Me

I’m seventeen. I had worked as a box boy at a supermarket in Los Angeles. People came to the counter and you put things in their bags for them. And carried things to their cars. It was hard work.

  While working, you wear a plate with your name on it. I once met someone I knew years ago. I remembered his name and said,“Mr Castle, how are you?”we talked about this and that.As he left, he said," It was nice talking to you,Brett.”I helt great,he remembered me. Then I looked down at my name plate. Oh no. he didn’t remember me at all, he just resd the name plate. I wish I had put“Irving”down on my name plate. If he’d have said,“Oh yes, Irving,how could I forget you?”I’d have been ready for him. There’snothing personal here.

  The manager and everyone else who were a step above the box boys often shouted orders. One of these was:you couldn’t accept tips(小费)。Okay, I’m outside and I put the bags in the car. For a lot of people, the natural reaction(反应)is to take a quarter and give it to me. I’d say,‘‘I‘m sorry, I can’t,”they‘d get angry. When you give someone o tip, you’re sort of being polite. You take a quarter and you put it in their hand and you expect them to say,”Oh,thanks a lot.”When you say‘‘I’m sorry,I can’t.” They'd get angry.When you give someone a tip,you're sort of being polite.You take a quarter and you put it in their hand and yo cxpect them to say, "oh , thanks a lot." When you say,"I'm sorry,I can't,"they feel a little put down. They say "No one will know.”And they put it in your pocket. You say, "I really can’t.”It gets to a point where you almost have to hurt a person physically(身体上)to prevent him from tipping you. It was not in agreement with the store’s belief in being friendly. Accepting tips was a friendly thing and made the customer feel good. I just couldn’t understand the strangeness of some people’s ideas. One lady actually put it in my pocket, got in the car,and drove away. I would have had to throw the quarter at her or eaten it or something.

  I had decided that one year was enough. Some people needed the job to stay alive and fed. I guess I had the means and could afford to hate it and give it up.

1. what can be the best title for this text?

A. how hard life is for Box Boys

B. getting along with Customers

C. why I Gave up My Job

D. the Art of Taking Tips

2. From the second paragraph, we can infer that___.

A. the writer didn’t like the impersonal part of his job

B . with a name plate,people can easily start talking

C . Mr Castle mistook Irving for Brett

D. Irving was the writer’s real name

3. The box boy refused to accept tips because__

A. customers only gave small tips

B. some customers had strange ideas about tipping

C. the store forbade the box boys to take tips

D. he didn’t want to fight with the customers

4. The underlined phras“put down”in the third paragraph probably means__

A. misunderstood

B. dEfeated

C. hateful

D. hurt

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