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I heard a shotgun blast.I must have been hit because I was down and felt it in my stomach.I was lying on the ground of a parking a lot in the dark,scared,hurt and alone,not knowing if I would live or die.It seemed so real,ever thought it was a dream.
This dream,after my father’s death,help me understand the shock and physical hurt I was going through.I bad never experienced the loss of someone I loved.It was as if a part of me had died.
I soon began to receive and experience the incredible healing(康复)power of love.It was an honest outpouring from the people who surrounded me,wrote letters and called.One expression of sympathy I will always remember came from my friend Diana who lost her mother to cancer when she was a teenager.Soon after we returned home from Dad’s funeral there was a knock at the door.There Diana stood holding the most beautiful bouquet of flower.She put her hand over her heart and said two words,“My mother.”We didn’t need to talk.I knew she was telling me about the love she lives on. She knew how I was feeling and wanted to share this time with me.
During this time,my tears would come as easily as the memories of Dad.I believe tears are like holy water.They flow from the well of our hearts, where we hold our feelings.I stayed with my sadness.I shared it with others and received great comfort because they too had sadness.
My mother said she gardened with her grief.Her yard was never more beautiful than the year my father died.I have learned that our sadness ennobles us as humans.It means we have loved deeply.It is this love that will never die.I wrote about this in a poem the summer after my Dad died.
MY FATHER | |
I think I am letting him go. It is not that my love is diminished or that I miss him less. It is only that the sun is up and there is no milk in the refrigerator and the bunny got out of the cage And is eating my red geraniums. | I think I can letting him go. But sometimes at night Before I go to sleep I fill the tears fill up my eyes and run down my cheeks. I do not think I will ever let him go. but he gone. |
41.According to the passage.we know that the author’s father died________.
A.from cancer
B.because he was shot by someone with a gun
C.when the author was very young
D.None of the above
42.In the third paragraph,the author uses Diana’s example to show that_______.
A.people usually have the same feeling in some events
B.the author was really thankful for Diana’s timely help
C.people around him offered him much help and he was thankful for that
D.it’s necessary to share your feelings with your friends
43.The underlined word “it” in the fourth paragraph refers to________.
A.my tears B.my feelings C.my sadness D.this time
44.The author wrote the poem “MY FATHER” to show that_________.
A.he was still deeply sad about his father’s dead
B.his love for his father would ever live on
C.he has gone through hi8 shock and hurt brought by his father’s death
D.he would live on bravely
45.Which of the following statements is RIGH?
A.The author dreamed of his,father and.felt shocked and physically hurt.
B.The author had never experienced the loss of someone before his father’s death
C.The author received,,great comfort from others after his father died
D.Not until his father died did the author know that he loved him deeply
One cold night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco.There I was walking home around one o’clock in the morning after a 31 practice at the theatre. With the opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines by heart. I was having 32 handling my part-time job at the bank in the daytime and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about 33 both acting and San Francisco. I had 34 too much of city life.
As I walked down the 35 streets under the tall buildings, I felt very small and cold, so I began 36 both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out 37 a few homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my 38 , I heard a sound behind me. I 39 quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me 40 so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I 41 what the noise had been. It had been my wallet 42 to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk 43 for 15 minutes, my wallet was 44 to be found.
Just as I was about to quit the 45 , I heard the garbage truck stop to the sidewalk next to 46 . When a voice came from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened and out jumped a small blonde(金发碧眼的) man with an 47 look in his eyes. “Is this 48 you’re looking for?” He asked, holding up something like a wallet.
It was already 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I couldn’t get much sleep, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some 49 of city life. I realized the city couldn’t be a bad place 50 people were willing to help each other.
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One cold night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco.There I was walking home around one o clock m the morning after a 36 practice at the theatre With he opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines by heart. I was having 37 handling my part-time job at the bank in the daytime and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about 38 both acting and San Francisco. I had 39 too much of city life.
As I walked down the 40 streets under the tall buildings, I felt very small and cold, so I began 41 both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out 42 a few homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my 43 , I heard a sound behind me. I 44 quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me 45 so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I 46 what the noise had been. It had been my wallet 47 to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk 48 for 15 minutes, my wallet was 49 to be found.
Just as I was about to quit the 50 , I heard the garbage truck stop to the sidewalk next to 51 .when a voice came from the inside, “Alisa Camcho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened and out jumped a small blonde man with an 52 look in his eyes. “Is this 53 you’re looking for?” He asked, holding up something like a wallet.
It was already 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I couldn’t get much sleep, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some 54 of city life. I realized the city couldn’t be a bad place 55 people were willing to help each other.
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