An old woman had two large pots (罐), one on each end of a pole . She carried the pole with the pots across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delive 题目和参考答案——青夏教育精英家教网—

How many of us can really ever thank our mothers for what they do for us? I am now 40 years old, so it's been a lot of years that I've had my mom's loving     and direction behind me pushing me gently when I need it.
When I was ill, mom would take care of me    . When I had a terrible dream, she would never    me for stealing into her bed. When I graduated from college, she took      in me as I walked across that stage. When life would get me down, she would tell me that ,it's always dark     the down ,She's always been my greatest     keeping-me up when life tried to defeat me. She never told me that anything was impossible or that I set my goals too high. With a gentle guiding hand she got me back on the right:,   if I faltered (摇晃) .
A    thank you will never be enough for the kindness and love she has shown to us over the years. My mom     _ more than flowers, candy or other gifts. There isn't a gift in the world that could ever        my thanks for everything she has done for me over the years.

Dear Dad,
Today I was at the shopping mall and I spent a lot of time reading the Father’s Day cards. They all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how I feel about you. Yet as I selected and read, it occurred to me that not a single card said what I really want to say to you.
You’ll soon be 84 years old, Dad, and you and I will have had 55 Father’s Day together. I haven’t always been with you on Father’s Day but I’ve always been with you in my heart.
You know, Dad, there was a time when we were separated by the generation gap. You stood on one side of the Great Divide and I on the other.
The Father-Daughter Duel shifted into high gear ( 档位) when you taught me to drive the old Dodge and I decided I would drive the '54 Chevy whether you liked it or not. The police officer who sent me home, after you reported the Chevy stolen, didn't have much tolerance for a stubborn 16 year old, while you were so tolerant about it, Dad, and I think that was probably what made it the worst night of my life.
Our relationship greatly improved when I married a man you liked, and things really turned around when we began making babies right and left. Somewhere along the line, the generation gap disappeared. I suppose I saw us and our relationship as aging together, rather like a fine wine.
But the strangest thing happened last week. I was at a stop sign and I watched as you turned the corner in your car. It didn't immediately occur to me that it was you because the man driving looked so elderly and fragile behind the wheel of that huge car. It was rather like a slap in the face delivered from out of nowhere. Perhaps I saw your age for the first time that day.
I guess what I'm trying to say, Dad, is what every son and daughter wants to say to their Dad today. Honoring a father on Father's Day is about respect and sharing and acceptance and tolerance and giving and taking. It's about loving someone more than words can say, and it's wishing that never had to end.
I love you, Dad.
Love,
Jenny
小题1:How did Jenny probably feel on the night she was sent home by the police?

A．Disappointed.

B．Nervous.

C．Guilty.

D．Frightened.

小题2:We can learn from the passage that Jenny and her father_________.

A．kept in touch by writing each other

B．are separated due to the generation gap

C．have been getting along very well

D．had a hard time understanding each other

小题3:Why did Jenny feel strange when she saw her father last week?.

A．She seldom saw him driving that huge car.

B．She had never realized his being old and weak.

C．She didn't expect to meet with him there.

D．She had never seen him driving so slowly before.

小题4:Jenny wrote his father this letter to _________

A．tell him about their conflicts	B．say sorry for her being stubborn
C．express her gratitude to him	D．remind him of the early incident

Many people tend to complain about not having good friends in their lives. Sadly， they seem to think that their own company is not enough to make them happy. Nothing could be further from the truth though. In order to get along with others， the first thing you need to do is learn to get along with yourself. Only in this way will you succeed in developing healthy， solid relationships with others.
Listen to your inner voice. Remember that inner voice that keeps whispering to you what you really want and need as well as what you do not really want and need. It is about time you started listening to it. In order to get to know yourself in depth， it is important to learn and accept what you want and what you do not want.
Learn to enjoy your own company. You will be surprised to find out how many things you can do by yourself and actually have fun in the process. Reading romantic novels， poetry or science fiction is only a few of the things that you can do by yourself， which not only can offer you hours of enjoyment， but also the chance to get to know yourself better.
Satisfy yourself. Pay special attention to your personal hygiene(卫生). Do your hair and nails often and experiment with new styles. Follow a healthy diet and exercise regularly to stay in good shape. No matter how busy your daily schedule is， always find at least an hour per day for yourself， when you can either relax doing absolutely nothing， or doing something that you enjoy.
Learn to respect your own boundaries. Find out what your boundaries are and learn to respect them. You are the only one who knows what you can and what you cannot accept；no one else can point that out to you， or force you to compromise(妥协).
小题1:If you want to have a good relationship with others， you should first 　　　　.

A．get into the habit of living alone

B．make many friends in society

C．always tell the truth

D．learn to be your own best friend

小题2:What is the purpose of listening to your inner voice？

A．To keep a good state of mind.

B．To know more about yourself.

C．To enjoy the time by yourself.

D．To form a relationship with others.

小题3:In order to please yourself， the writer gives some suggestions EXCEPT 　　　　.

A．eating healthily

B．exercise regularly

C．experimenting with new hair style

D．keeping on struggling

小题4:The underlined word “boundaries” nearly means “　　　　”.

小题5: What is the structure of the passage？

My mother let go of me when I could not let go of her .In one last brave moment she was strong for me ,thus making me strong ,too.
I was in the kitchen when        called and told me to make a quick decision .They could only hold a place for my         until the next morning.
The thought of being        from my Alzheimer’s stricken (早老性痴呆)mother when she needed me most       me .Dad died when I was a teenager ,Mom and I had        many hard times together .Mom taught me to laugh my way through bad experiences and sing through     days .But in recent years , except for extremely        moments of consciousness , she’d become lost in her own private world .I knew that Mom needed       nursing and medical care ,yet the possibility of a complete stranger coming to her at night ,when she would      around like a sleepwalking child ,filled me with a feeling of      .
Two bitter days passed     we left for the nursing home .I hugged and kissed her with       tears ,I’d always planned the best golden years for Mom in her old age ,but now I was saying    .
Suddenly there was something shining in her     , a look of recognition .“Stop crying now”,she said firmly ,“Say goodbye and get going .Don’t     about me .”
I stood with     and stared into her face .“Mom!”I cried and reached out for her .But as quickly as my “real ”Mom had appeared ,she    again into her world of a little child .       ,at that very moment I realized the mother ,that familiar Mom who knew and understood ,who      and sang with me in hard times ,would always be there , giving me       when I needed it most .

The young boy and his father sat quietly watching the snow fall on a snowy Saturday afternoon.
“Dad, my friend told me that every snowflake is      . But they look all the same to me. How can we tell?” the child asked.
Dad felt it was his     to give a more satisfying answer. “Son, snowflakes are like people. We are each      in a very special way. We can test it right now,” he said.
The child stood up, put out his hands, and     as snowflakes landed on his gloves. “These snowflakes are all different on my gloves, but those in the yard look the same. Together they are even more_   and striking. Then if people are like snowflakes, why don't they       well?”
“Choice,”Dad said. "Their choices     them what they are.”
“     choice is a bad thing?” the boy asked.
“Oh, no. Only when we choose the    things.”
“How do we tell right from wrong?" the child asked.
Dad was given the chance to build upon the foundation of his son's     . He reached down and began to     with the snow. He     the snow into two sides, three large snowballs on one side and several smaller ones on the other.
“Which side did the right thing?” he asked the boy.
The child looked at both sides but     answer. Then Dad placed the three larger snowballs on top of each other.
“It’ s a snowman! The side    made me snowman!” the boy replied with
Yes, all these people came together and recognized how special each of them was, so they joined in a(n)     to build up mankind,” Dad said.
The child then stood up and     an arm full of the smaller snowballs. One by one he began to throw them at the other small piles of snow. He said,”This is what happens when people can't work together. They have a(n)     .”
Dad was shocked. He stood up, lifted the boy and     him tightly, whispering to him, “I hope that your world will learn to work and live together. I hope you will make the right
and learn to build the best snowman ever.”

I believe in leaving work at five o’clock. In a nation with such a strict work ethic(道德规范) , this is considered strange. Working only 40 hours a week? I just don’t know many people who punch out (打卡下班) at five o’clock anymore.
My father tried to teach me the importance of hard work, long hours and devotion to a career. But then there are the things he taught me unintentionally, like when he arrived home from work for the last time and crawled up the stairs.
My father, a self-employed sales trainer, was that sick, that tired. His body was wracked with liver cancer, and he suffered the effects of a diabetic ulcer（糖尿病）. Despite all this, he insisted on traveling a long way to give a lecture. He probably earned a lot of money that day, but he paid the price. He returned to the hospital soon afterwards and was dead within three months, aged just 58.
It’s been 10 years since I saw my father come home that night and since then, I’ve thought a lot about work. I’ve decided something: I will never crawl up the stairs exhausted. As much as I love my job as a newspaper reporter, I will never work myself into the ground, physically or emotionally. Not taking my work home didn’t come easily to me at first. After all, I am my father’s daughter. In college, I was the girl who sat on the library steps each morning, waiting for the doors to open. I even dreamt about schoolwork.
My dad once told me he was unable to just gaze at a sunset; he had to be doing something as he looked at it—writing, reading, playing chess. You could say he was a success: He was a published author, an accomplished musician, fluent in many languages. That’s an impressive list, but the thing is I want to gaze at sunsets. I don’t want to meet a deadline during them or be writing a column at the same time, or glance at them over the top of a book.
This raises the question: If I leave work at five o’ clock to watch the sunset, what are the consequences? Do I risk not reaching the top of my profession? Maybe, because honestly, knocking off after eight hours probably won’t earn me the best promotion. But hey, leaving work at five o’ clock means I eat dinner with my family. I get to hop on my bike and cycle through the streets of my hometown when there is no traffic.
And I get to take in a lot of sunsets. That’s got to be worth something.
小题1:Which of the following about the author’s father is true?

A．He set a good example to his daughter.

B．He tried to force his values on his daughter.

C．He gained much pleasure from his work.

D．He achieved great success at the expense of his health.

小题2:What does the author mean by saying “Not taking my work home did not come easily at first” in Paragraph 4?

A．There was so much work to do.

B．All her colleagues took work home.

C．She was educated to be a workaholic.

D．She wanted a promotion in her work.

小题3:What’s the author’s attitude toward promotion?

A．She doesn’t care about it at all.

B．She is eager to get promoted

C．She thinks it’s for the ambitious people

D．Getting promoted at all costs is not worthwhile

小题4: This text is developed________.

A．by giving examples	B．by making comparisons
C．by describing process	D．by order of time

小题5: What does the writer intend to tell us?

A．To praise his father’s diligence

B．To ask us to take time off work to enjoy life

C．To complain about the strict work ethic

D．To stress the importance of hard work

Once again, I had run away and really did not know why. I walked out of the gate to go to school and then kept walking, and walking, and walking. I was 11years old. It was almost dark; I was tired, cold, and all alone. I had not eaten all day and was afraid to turn myself over the police. I knew I would receive another beating once I returned to the Children’s Home Society. There was nothing for me to do, except keep on walking.
As darkness fell, I entered the darkened area in a city park sat down on a wooden bench hoping to avoid the police cars. It was cold and I began to tremble uncontrollably. All was quiet except for the passing cars in the distance.
“Well, hello young man.” A voice came from behind me. I jumped, almost falling off the park bench. My heart was beating ninety miles per hour. I gasped and I could hardly catch my breath. I looked up and saw a woman standing behind me in the shadows.
“You look cold and hungry,” she said. She took off her scarf, wrapped it around my shoulders and asked me to follow her. We walked about twenty feet, and then stopped under one of the park streetlights.
She held out her hand and said, “Here, you take this letter.” Seeing nothing in her hand., I stood still.
“Reach out and take the letter from my hand,” she insisted. Slowly I reached out, acting as though I was taking something from her hand. “Now hold the paper tightly and take it to any store owner,” she instructed.
I closed my thumb and finger as though I were grasping the letter and began walking toward Five Points. Several blocks down the road, I came to a store with a woman sitting behind a counter. I opened the door, walked in, and stopped directly in front of her. Very slowly I held out my hand toward her. I watched her face to see if she might think I was crazy or something.
She reached out and as her hand touched mine, I opened my tightly closed fingers and stood there waiting. She pulled back, smiled, and looked down at her hands.
She immediately turned and walked to the back of the store. After a while, the woman returned holding a paper plate.
“Here is something for you to eat.” She smiled and signaled to me to eat. Within two or three minutes, I downed the entire plate of food and several Coca Colas.
Before I left, she held out her hand and asked me to take the letter. Again seeing nothing, I held out my hand and closed my thumb and finger as though I were taking something from her. Tightly grasping nothing more than air, I walked out into the street and headed back to the park. The old woman was still there.
“It is really magic. Can I have the letter so I can be magic too?” I asked her.
She reached out, took my hand, and opened my tightly closed fingers. Whatever was being held between my fingers, she took and placed into her apron pocket. “Would you help someone if they were hungry?” she asked me.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Would you help someone if they were hurt, cold or scared?”
“Yes Ma’am. I would be their friend.”
“You are a very lucky little boy. You will never need the magic letter,” she responded.
小题1:What can we learn about the boy?

A．Though lost in the city, he didn’t feel worried or lonely.

B．He had nowhere to go and wandered aimlessly in the street.

C．He avoided the police for the fear that he would be sent to prison.

D．He had to run away because of his bad performance at school.

小题2:What can we infer from paragraph 3?

A．The boy was out of breath as he did some exercises.

B．The boy felt excited at the appearance of the woman.

C．The boy was scared by the sudden voice of the woman.

D．The boy held his breath, waiting for the woman to come.

小题3:Why does the store owner offer the boy a good dinner?

A．Because she had great sympathy for him.

B．Because she knew the boy and his parents.

C．Because he was a kind boy who deserved it.

D．Because the woman in the park had paid for it.

小题4:What does the writer want to tell us through the story?

A．It's better to give than to take.

B．Kindness is a universal language.

C．Don't cry even if life cheats you.

D．Life is full of the getting over of suffering.

小题5:What’s the best title of the passage?

A little stream flowed down from a high mountain far, far away through many villages and forests, until it reached a desert. The stream then thought, “I’ve been through countless obstacles. I should have no problem crossing this desert!” But when she decided to start her journey, she found herself gradually disappearing into the mud and sand. After numerous tries, she found it was all in vain and was very upset. “Maybe it’s my destiny(命运) ! I’m not destined to reach the vast ocean in the legend, ” she murmured sadly to herself.
At this time, a deep voice came, saying, “If a breeze can cross the desert, so can a river.”
It was the voice of the desert. Unconvinced, the little stream replied, “That’s because a breeze can fly, but I can’t.”
“That’s because you stick to what you are. If you’re willing to give it up, and let yourself evaporate （蒸发） into the breeze, it can take you across, and you can reach your destination,” said the desert in its deep voice.
The little stream had never heard of such a thing. “Give up what I am now and disappear into the breeze? No! No!” She could not accept this idea. After all, she had never experienced anything like it before. Wouldn’t it be self-destruction to give up what she was now?
“How do I know if this is true?” asked the little stream.
“The breeze can carry the vapor across the desert and release it as rain at an appropriate site. The rain will form a river again to continue its course,” answered the desert very patiently.
“Will I still be what I am now?” asked the little stream.
“Yes, and no. Whether you’re a river or invisible vapor, your inner nature never changes. You stick to the fact that you’re a river because you don’t know your inner nature,” answered the desert.
Deep down, the stream vaguely remembered that before she became a river, it was perhaps also the breeze that carried her halfway up a high mountain, where she turned into rain and fell onto the ground and became what she was now. Finally the little stream gathered her courage and rushed into the open arms of the breeze, which carried her to the next stage of her life.
Perhaps you can try asking yourself these questions: What is my inner nature? What is it that I cling （紧抓） to? And what is it that I really want?
小题1:When reaching the desert at first, the little stream was ________ to cross it.

小题2:The desert suggests that the stream ________ in order to cross the desert.

A．change its form	B．disappear into the desert
C．stick to what it is	D．turn to another stream for help

小题3:Finally the stream successfully crossed the desert with the help of ________.

小题4:In the text the writer compares the stream to ________.

A．the Truth

B．the courage

C．the course of life

D．the obstacles in life

A．④⑤①③②	B．⑤④③②①
C．④③①②⑤	D．④⑤③①②

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