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Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after childhood years.Following her longstanding custom, she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way ,then kiss my forehead.
I don’t remember when it first started annoying me--- her hands pushing my hair that way.
But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and against my young skin.Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, “Don’t do that anymore---- your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything in reply.But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead.Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away.But always it lurked(潜藏), in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I’m not a little girl anymore.Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family.She’s been our doctor , reaching into a medicine cabinet (医药箱) for the remedy (药物)to calm a young girl’s stomach or soothe (安慰) the boy’s scraped (擦伤的)knee.She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could…
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her.So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead.Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.(额头)
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, “Don’t do that anymore---your hands are too rough!” Catching Mom’s hand in hand ,I blurted (冲口说出)out how sorry I was for that night.I thought she’d remember, as I did.But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about.She had forgotten ---and forgiven----long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
1.What would be the best title for the next ?
A.Mother’s Hands
B.Appreciation for Mother
C.My Childhood Years
D.My Unselfish Mother
2.The author began to get annoyed because____
A.her mother’s hands were really old and tough
B.she thought she didn’t need her mother’s care
C.she didn’t like her mother any more
D.her mother stayed in her room any more
3.What do we know about the author?
A.With time passing, she began to understand her mother.
B.She was an only child in the family.
C.She never forgave herself
D.Her mother was a doctor.
4.By saying “ Then a kiss , ever so gently, touched my brow.” , the author means that____
A.children need Mother’s kissing
B.mother kiss their children gently
C.mothers love their children forever
D.children depend on their mothers
5.It can be inferred from the text that____
A.the author began to spend nights with her mother
B.her mother never kissed the author again
C.her mother forgave her at last
D.the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother
ABACD
完形填空(共20小题;每小题2分,满分40分)
At the age of 13, I was angry and rebellious(叛逆的),with little regard for anything my parents had to say, 1 if it had to do with me. 2 so many teenagers, I struggled to escape from anything that didn’t 3 my picture of the world. A “brilliant without need of guidance” kid, I 4 any open offering of love. In fact, I got 5 at the mention of the word love.
One night, after a particularly 6 day, I stormed into my room, shut the door and got into bed. 7 I lay down in the privacy of my bed, my hands slipped under my pillow. There was a(n) 8 . I pulled it out and on the envelope it 9 “To read when you’re 10 ”.
Since I was alone, no one would know whether I read it or not, so I 11 it. It said: “Mike, I know life is hard right now, I know you are frustrated and I know we don’t do everything right. I also know that I love you completely and 12 you do or say will ever change that. I am here 13 you if you ever need to talk, and if you don’t, that’s 14 . Just know that 15 where you go or what you do in your life, I will always love you and be proud that you are my son. Love, Mom.”
That was the 16 of several “To read when you’re alone” letters. They were 17 mentioned until I was an adult. In the midst of my turbulent(不安分的)teen years, the letters were the calm assurance that I could be 18 in spite of my rebelliousness. Just before I fell asleep I thanked God that my mom knew what I, an angry teenager, 19 . Today when the seas of life get stormy, I know that just under my 20 there is that calm assurance that love — consistent, enduring, unconditional love — changes lives.
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