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In the morning, Slim got up and prepared breakfast for his wife as usual. Nicole, his wife was listening to music in the bedroom. __【小题1】_, he felt that his body was shaking. Slim had the __【小题2】__ response that there was an earthquake! He __【小题3】__ quickly: “Dear, earthquake! Go to the toilet！” Nicole heard the shouting, 【小题4】 the first aid box quickly and ran into the toilet. The house was 【小题5】 even more dramatically (剧烈地)．
Bathroom was the next door to the kitchen. Slim picked up a kitchen __【小题6】__ and two pieces of bread outside the kitchen. Slim tried to __【小题7】__ along the wall to help Nicole.__【小题8】__, it got dark suddenly with an explosion. The house __【小题9】_____down and many things fell from above. Nicole was quickly buried in 【小题10】 .She felt breathing very difficult. She tried to stand up, but 【小题11】 .
A few minutes later, the land was __【小题12】.Nicole heard the sound of short __【小题13】_ and thought it was Slim! She shouted to him but no __【小题14】__！ He probably fainted. Nicole kept saying his name and she finally heard a response, two people encouraged and __【小题15】__ each other. They knew that there must be a way to 【小题16】 .
Slim found that they were close and were 【小题17】 by the fallen stones and some powder. He started to dig with the kitchen knife. He felt __【小题18】__ from his fingers. Finally, he removed the last piece of larger stones. Slim touched Nicole's one hand, then dug the __【小题19】__ stones of her body. Finally, Nicole had a __【小题20】__ breathing slowly. Two people sat on the ground and hugged together.
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“I was only thirteen when four of my team members and I were chosen by my swim coach to train with the Chinese National Team. The following piece shows how that experience has influenced me.”
The night before I left for China, my mother called me into her room. I entered not knowing what to expect. I sat down at the end of her very neatly-made bed, opposite the bedroom table on which she kept a Ming-style vase illustrated in great detail. She told me that my great-grandmother was still living in the surroundings of Beijing. Her name was Ren Li Ling and she was 97 years old. This was the first time I had ever heard of her.
The dragon on the vase snaked through the flowers and vines（藤蔓）as my mother said, “Pu Pu, look at me. You need to hear this so that when you go to China you will understand. You must keep this knowledge in your heart.”
She told me a story about my grandfather, Ren Li Ling's son, who left Beijing to go to college in Taiwan. She told me how the Chinese civil war kept him away from his mother for fifty years, so neither of them even knew that the other was alive. No one from Taiwan could visit, write, or call anyone in mainland. All lines of communication were cut off.
She told me of my grandfather's devotion to his own children, and how difficult it was for him to send his daughter to America for her education, fearing that same separation. He gave my mother all that he could give — nineteen years of love and fifty years of savings. I learned how my mother, through means only available in this country, would finally be able to unite my great-grandmother with my grandfather again. The dragon curled around the vase, connecting the separate vines. For a fleeting second, I felt it was present in my mother's room. It was all very strange, yet very clear. I began to understand that this trip to China was not just for me; it was for my mother, and her father, and his mother. Now, I had not only a future, but more significantly, a past. I saw the world with new eyes.
And so I went to China and met my great-grandmother. My great-aunt picked me up at the training center, and we rode in a taxi through the crowded city. The noise of the taxi and the city united into a deep roar. We finally stopped in front of a narrow street lined on either side with small one-level houses. As we made our way to a house like all the others, I drew the stares of many people in the street. My great-aunt led me through a rotting（朽烂的）doorway into a room with a furnace（炉子）, table, and a rocking chair where an old woman wearing gloves sat facing the doorway, covered with a worn brown blanket. I walked over and immediately embraced this frail woman as if I had known her all my life. My limited, broken Chinese wasn't up to expressing my complicated feelings. And even though I couldn't completely understand what she was saying in her thick Beijing accent, I knew — the same way I knew what my mother had been trying to tell me before I left. Her joy shone through her toothless smile. She wouldn't let go of my hand. I haltingly（结结巴巴地）asked her how she had managed to live such a long life. She answered in words I will never forget, “Hope has kept me alive. I have lived this long because I wanted to see my son before I died.”
My fellow team members must have wondered how two people separated by three generations could be so close. Before this trip, I would have wondered the same thing. And even now, I can't quite explain it. We were as different as two people can be; some 85 years and 8,000 miles apart. We came from two entirely different cultures; yet we were connected by a common heritage(传统).
I stayed for dinner which was cooked in a black iron wok（锅）over the furnace. The meal was lavish（过分丰盛的）, prepared in my honor. As I began to eat, with my great-grandmother beside me, I felt the dragon was present. But this time, the feeling didn't pass; the dragon had become a part of me.
My great-grandmother passed away last year at the age of 100. With her highest hopes and wildest dreams fulfilled, I know she died happy.
【小题1】 The writer’s mother called him into her room to ___________________.
| A．prepare him for the trip and warn him against possible problems |
| B．remind him of his origin |
| C．ask him to look for his great-grandmother |
| D．share with him the story of her childhood |
| A．the vase with the dragon on it is very valuable and beautiful |
| B．it stands for the blood running in every Chinese |
| C．it is a sign of the writer’s devotion to his birthplace |
| D．the writer’s mother hoped the writer would be as strong as a dragon |
| A．13 | B．16 | C．19 | D．20 |
| A．The writer’s grandfather was afraid of a war when sending his daughter to America. |
| B．The hope to see her son again kept the writer’s great-grandmother alive for this long. |
| C．It was within the writer’s expectation that he could be so close to his great-grandmother. |
| D．The writer’s great-grandmother was reunited with her son before she died. |
| A．We Share the Same Heritage. |
| B．Love from My Great-grandmother. |
| C．A Story from My Mother. |
| D．An Unforgettable Training Trip. |
It was 3:12 a. m. when nine-year-old Glenn Kreamer awoke to the smell of burning. Except for the crackling（爆裂声）of flames somewhere below there was not a sound in the two-storey house at Baldwin, Long Island. With his father away on night duty at a local factory, Glenn was worried about the safety of his mother, his sister Karen, 14 and his 12-year-old brother Todd. He ran downstairs through the smoke filled house to push and pull at Karen and Todd until they sat up. Then he helped each one through the house to the safety of the garden. There, his sister and brother, taking short and quick breaths and coughing, collapsed on the lawn.
The nine-year-old raced back into the house and upstairs to his mother’s room. He found it impossible to waked her up. Mrs. Kreamer, a victim of the smoke, was unconscious, and there was nobody to help Glenn carry her to the garden. But the boy remained calm and , as a fireman said later, “acted with all the self-control of a trained adult.”
On the bedroom telephone, luckily still working, Glenn called his father and, leaving Mr. Kreamer to telephone the fire brigade and ambulance service, got on with the task of saving his mother.
First he filled a bucket with water from the bathroom and threw water over his mother and her bed. Then, with a wet cloth around his head he went back to the garden.
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could hear the fire engine coming up, but how would the firemen find his mother in the smoke-filled house where flames had almost swallowed up the ground floor?
Grasping firmly a ball of string（线绳） from the garage, Glenn raced back into the house and dashed upstairs to his mother’s room. Tying one end of the string to her hand， he ran back, laying out the string as he went, through the hall and back out into the garden.
Minutes later he was telling fire chief John Coughlan: “The string will lead you to mother.” Mrs. Kreamer was carried to safety as the flames were breaking through her bedroom floor.
【小题1】Why did Glenn run downstairs first?
| A．He wanted to find out what was happening. |
| B．He was worried about his mother’s safety. |
| C．He wanted to save his sister and brother. |
| D．He went to see if his father had come back from work. |
| A．By throwing water all over her and her bed. |
| B．By carrying her to safety with his brother. |
C．By push ing and pulling at her. |
| D．By tying a string to her hand. |
| A．He put a wet cloth around his head. |
| B．He threw water all over himself. |
| C．He hid himself in the bathroom. |
| D．He rushed out to the lawn. |
| A．his father had taught him to do so on the phone |
| B．he had learned something about first aid |
| C．he had dealt with the emergency calmly and wisely |
| D．he had followed his mother’s instruction |