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EACH of us fails from time to time. If we are wise, we accept these failures as a necessary part of the learning process. But all too often we convey to our children either by words or by actions that failure is something to be ashamed of, that nothing but top performance meets our approval.

Donnie was my youngest third-grader. His fear of failure kept him from classroom games that other children played excitedly. He seldom answered questions – he might be wrong. He seldom finished his work because he repeatedly checked with me to be sure he hadn’t made a mistake.

I tried my best to build his self-confidence. But nothing changed until midterm, when Mary Anne, a student teacher, was assigned to our classroom. She was young and pretty, and she loved children. My pupils, Donnie included, adored her. But even enthusiastic, loving Mary was baffled by this little boy who feared he might make a mistake.

Then one morning we were working math problems. Donnie had copied the problems with painstaking neatness and filled in answers for the first row. Pleased with his progress, I left the children with Mary. But when I returned, Donnie was in tears. He’d missed the third problem.

Mary looked at me in despair. Suddenly her face brightened. From the desk we shared, she got a canister (小筒) filled with pencils.

“Look, Donnie,” she said, “I’ve got something to show you.” She removed the pencils and placed them on his desk. “See these pencils, Donnie?” she continued. “They belong to Mrs. Lindstrom and me. See how the erasers are worn? That’s because we make mistakes too. Lots of them. But we erase the mistakes and try again. That’s what you must learn to do, too.”

She kissed him and continued: “I’ll leave one of these pencils on your desk so you’ll remember that everybody makes mistakes, even teachers.” Donnie looked up with love in his eyes and just a glimmer (少许) of a smile.

The pencil became Donnie’s prized possession. That, together with Mary Anne’s frequent encouragement and praise for even Donnie’s small successes, gradually persuaded him that it’s all right to make mistakes – as long as you erase them and try again.

1. The word “baffled” in Paragraph 3 most probably means __________.

A. eased B. confused C. defeated D. impressed

2. Which of the following words best describe Mary Anne as she is shown in the article?

A. Patient and inspiring. B. Creative and modest.

C. Determined and strict. D. Considerate and proud.

3.Which of the following statements is TRUE according to the article?

A. Each of us should try our best to be a perfectionist.

B. Donnie rarely finished his work because he seldom answered questions and thus had difficulties.

C. The story was written mainly to sing high praise for Mary Anne.

D. The author seems to believe that failure is an opportunity to learn and make progress.

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Release Date: November 4

Story: It’s the summer before Harry Potter’s third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A dangerous murderer, Sirius Black, has escaped from the Wizards’ Prison. And he was ordered to kill Harry Potter.

Around the World in 80 Days

Release Date: November 16

Story: This version of the classic novel set in 1872 focuses on Passepartout ( Hong Kong actor Jackie Chan), a Chinese thief who seeks refuge (庇护) with a strange London adventurer, Phileas Fogg. Passepartout uses his martial art skills(军事技能) to defend Fogg from danger as he travels around the world in 80 days.

Spider-Man 2

Release Date: November 30

Story: Peter Parker is still coming to accept his dual identity (双重身份) as the crime superhero Spider-Man. He wants to reveal his secret identity to Mary Jane, meanwhile, his Aunt May is in trouble. This is Dr Otto Octavius who has appeared to bring her a lot of troubles.

King Arthur

Release Date: November 7

Story: King Arthur is presented as a clever ruler who manages to unite all the knights in Britain. Under the guidance of Merlin and the beautiful, brave Guinevere, Arthur will struggle to realize his dreams.

1.When can you see the film acted by Jackie Chan?

A. November 4 B. November 30

C. November 16. D. November 7.

2.In Spider-Man 2, Aunt May’s trouble is caused by______.

A. Spider-Man B. Peter Parker

C. Mary Jane D. Dr Otto Octavius

3.What kind of article of this passage?

A. A news report B. A funny diary.

C. An advertisement. D. A composition.

A long time before I was born, my grandma and grandpa had a young family of four little girls. During the Great Depression (大萧条时期), work was hard to find, so Grandpa did whatever jobs he could. On weekends he and Grandma dug a garden to grow some of their own food.

Everybody worked to keep the garden growing. All summer long, the family ate food and enjoyed flowers from the garden. Grandma put up strawberry jam, tomatoes, beans, peppers, pears and peaches in canning jars. They were good to eat through the long winter.

The family grew up, and grandparents grew old. It became hard to keep up the garden, so they made it a little smaller. There was still plenty to eat from the garden and lovely flowers to enjoy.

Then one summer when Grandpa was eighty-nine years old, all he could do was watch from his lawn chair as the vegetables grew and the roses bloomed. Summer slowly faded, and Grandpa died before it was time to bring in the harvest.

It was a lonely winter for Grandma. She sat near the window, looking out at the yard and wondering if she could plant a garden in the spring. When spring came, she planted only a little garden.

One sunny day in the early summer, Grandma heard a commotion (骚动) in the front yard and looked out the window to see a frightening sight. A huge swarm of bees filled the air between two tall trees. The buzzing sound was very loud.

The bees made their way into a hole up in one of the trees. Before long, every one of those bees had disappeared into its new home. During the next few days, the bees were busy minding their own business. Grandma could always see a few bees buzzing in and out around the opening high in the tree. Before long, she decided the bees weren’t bothering anyone, so she didn’t give them another thought.

That summer, Grandma’s little garden grew and grew. The neighbors would stop to admire the huge crop of vegetables and puzzle over their own gardens weren’t doing well.

One day, Grandma’s brother Frank visited from Arizona. As Grandma made Frank a delicious lunch of squash cakes and homemade applesauce, she told him the story about the swarm of bees. Frank said, “In Arizona, the farmers often hired beekeepers to set up beehives near their fields. The bees pollinated (授粉) the crops and helped them to grow.”

That was when Grandma realized that her bees had helped with her garden all summer. “So that’s why my little garden had such a big crop!” she exclaimed.

From that time on, Grandma always believed that since Grandpa couldn’t be there to help her that summer, he had sent the bees to take his place and make Grandma’s little garden grow and grow.

1.According to the passage, which of the following is NOT true?

A. The garden was dug by Grandparents during the Great Depression.

B. The garden provided enough food and flowers for the family.

C. The garden was made smaller as Grandparents grew older.

D. The garden once lay in waste after Grandpa passed away.

2.It can be inferred from the passage that __________.

A. Grandma was too busy to hire someone to deal with the bees.

B. Grandma felt very lonely and helpless when Grandpa passed away.

C. Frank hired beekeepers to help Grandma keep the garden growing.

D. Grandpa turned into bees to help Grandma keep up the garden.

3.The method the author uses in the underlined sentence is _______.

A. offering analyses B. providing explanations

C. making comparison D. giving examples

4.Which of the following is the best title for the passage?

A. Grandpa’s Bees B. Grandparents’ Garden

C. The Harvest of Summer D. The Secret of the Garden

After 20 years as a full-time wife and mother, I decided to be a school bus driver for I loved kids. After hard practice, by the time school started that year I’d gotten the hang of it. I was happy in my new work. I became a combination of chauffeur, nurse and friend. And if the kids needed it, I’d put on my “Tough Big Sister” act. It was a lot like my previous job---being a mom.

When I think about my years of bus driving, many things crowded in, but mostly, I remember Charlie.

Charlie, eight years old, with blond hair and crystalline gray eyes, began riding my bus in September of my fourth year driving. They all had stories to tell me about their summers. Charlie, though, ignored me. He didn’t even answer when I asked his name.

From that day on, Charlie was a trial. If a fight broke out I didn’t have to turn my head to know who had started it. If someone was throwing spitballs I could guess the culprit’s name. If a girl was crying, chances were Charlie had pulled her hair. No matter how I spoke to him, gently or firmly, he wouldn’t say a word. He’d just stare at me with those big gray eyes of his.

I asked around some, and found out Charlie’s father was dead and he didn’t live with his mother. He deserves my patience, I thought. So I practiced every bit of patience I could muster. To my cheery “Good Morning”, he was silent. When I wished him a happy Halloween, he sneered. Many, many times I asked God how I could reach Charlie. “I’m at my wit’s end.” I’d say. Still I was sure that this child needed to feel some warmth from me. So, when he’d pass by, I’d ruffle his hair or pat him on the arm.

Toward the end of that year, the kids on my bus gave me a small trophy inscribed “To the Best Bus Driver Ever”. I propped it up on the dashboard. On top I hung a small tin heart that a little girl had given me. In red paint she had written, “I love Polly and Polly loves me.”

On the next-to-last day of school I was delayed a few minutes talking to the principal. When I got on the bus I realized that the tin heart was gone. “Does anyone know what happened to the little heart that was up here?” I asked. For once with 39 children, there was silence.

One boy piped up, “Charlie was the first one on the bus. I bet(打赌) he took it.” Other children joined the chorus, “Yeah! Charlie did it! Search him!” I asked Charlie, “Have you seen the heart?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he protested(抗议). Standing up, he took a few pennies and a small ball out of his pockets. “See, I don’t have it.”

“I bet he does!” insisted the girl who had given me the heart. “Check his pockets.”

Charlie glowered when I asked him to come forward. His gaze burned into mine. I stuck my hand into one pocket. Nothing. I reached into the other pocket. Then I felt it ---the familiar outline of the small tin heart. Charlie stared at me for a long time. There were no tears in those big gray eyes, no plea(乞求) for mercy. He seemed to be waiting for what he’d come to expect from the world. I was about to pull the tin heart out of Charlie’s pocket when I stopped myself. Let him keep it, a voice seemed to whisper.

“It must have fallen off before I got here,” I said to the kids. “I’ll probably find it back at the depot.” Without a word, Charlie returned to his seat. When he got off at his stop, he didn’t so much as glance at me.

That summer Charlie moved away.

Eventually I retired. And there my story as a school bus driver ends, except for one more incident. A dozen years after retirement I was in a department store in Kansas City, when someone said tentatively, “Polly?”

I turned to see a balding(在脱发的) man who was approaching middle age. “Yes?”

His face didn’t look familiar until I noticed his big gray eyes. There was no doubt. It was Charlie.

He told me he was living in Montana and doing well. Then, to my surprise, he hugged me. After he let go, he pulled something from his pocket and held it up for me to see. An old key chain….bent out of shape, the lettering faded. You can probably guess what it was---the little tin heart that said, “I love Polly and Polly loves me.”

“You were the only one who kept trying,” he explained. We hugged again, and went our separate ways. That night I thought over his words. You were the only one who kept trying. Before I fell asleep I thanked the Lord for the reassurance that I’d done a good job and for all the qualifications he’d given me to do it with.

1.From whose point of view is the story told?

A. a mother’s B. Polly’s

C. Charlie’s D. Tough Big Sister’s

2.From the passage, we learn that Charlie was _______ .

A. gentle and smart B.cold and firm

C.naughty and lazy D. tough and lonely

3.The sentence “He seemed to be waiting for what he’d come to expect from the world.”

suggests that Charlie __________.

A. felt ashamed of what he had done

B. felt Polly had done wrong to him

C. expected to get away with what he had done

D. expected to get punished for what he had done

4. Charlie kept the tin heart all the time because it reminded him __________.

A. it was a Christmas gift from Polly

B. it once gave him warmth

C. someone there cared him

D. it was once a shame to him

5.What do you think is the best reward to Polly’s love for Charlie?

A. His doing well in his life.

B. People’s appreciation for her kindness.

C. His thanks to her love.

D. Charlie’s recognition of Polly after many years.

6.Which detail from the story best shows Polly’s love for Charlie?

A. She wished him a happy Halloween.

B. She ruffled his hair when he passed her.

C. She greeted him with cheery “Good Morning”.

D. She lied to the other kids about what happened to the tin heart.

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