题目内容
---________. The world is not at an end.
A. Look up
B. Pick up
C. Cheer up
D. Keep up
智能训练练测考系列答案Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face. Living alone, every day he worked in his garden. In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his. All sorts of flowers grew there, blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower’s place, so that there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.
Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller. So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans that he’d never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with fruits. The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled, feeling proud of having such a friend.
The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true friendship.
In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger. Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see him then.
“There’s no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts.” The Miller said to his wife, “When people are in trouble they shouldn’t be bothered. So I’ll wait till the spring comes when he’s happy to give me flowers.”
“You’re certainly very thoughtful,” answered his wife, “It’s quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.”
“Couldn’t we ask Hans up here?” said their son. “I’ll give him half my meal, and show him my white rabbits.”
“How silly you are!” cried the Miller. “I really don’t know what’s the use of sending you to school. If Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody’s nature. I am his best friend, and I’ll always watch over him, and see that he’s not led into any temptation. Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldn’t be confused. The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things. Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son, who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into his tea.
Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans. Again he talked about friendship. “Hans, friendship never forgets. I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life. See, how lovely your roses are!”
Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard time of the winter.
“I’ll give you many good things. I think being generous is the base of friendship.” said the Miller. “And now, as I’ll give you many good things, I’m sure you’d like to give me some flowers in return. Here’s the basket, and fill it quite full.”
Poor Hans was afraid to say anything. He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Miller’s basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller.
The next day he heard the Miller calling: “Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to market?”
“I’m sorry, but I am really very busy today.”
“Well,” said the Miller, “considering that I’m going to give you my things, it’s rather unfriendly of you to refuse. Upon my word, you mustn’t mind my speaking quite plainly to you.”
Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry and wasted.
One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.
“Hans,” cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I’m going for the Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it’s such a bad windy night. It has just occurred to me that you can go instead of me. You know I’m going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me in return.”
“Certainly,” cried Hans. He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the Miller’s house in time to save the boy. However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a deep pool, drowned.
At Hans’ funeral, the Miller said, “I was his best friend. I should walk at the head of the procession.” Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.
【小题1】From the passage, we can learn that Hans ___________.
| A．was extremely wise and noble |
| B．was highly valued by the Miller |
| C．admired the Miller very much |
| D．had a strong desire for fortune |
| A．“Different words may mean quite different things.” |
| B．“Interest is long-lasting while friendship is flexible.” |
| C．“I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life.” |
| D．“I think being generous is the base of friendship.” |
| A．serious but kind |
| B．helpful and generous |
| C．caring but strict |
| D．selfish and cold-hearted |
| A．True friendship between them. |
| B．A lack of formal education. |
| C．A sudden change of weather. |
| D．Blind devotion to a friend. |
| A．entertain the readers with an incredible joking tale |
| B．show the friendship between Hans and the Miller |
| C．warn the readers about the danger of a false friend |
| D．persuade people to be as intelligent as the Miller |
I am my mother’s third child. When I was born, the doctor gently explained to my mother that my left arm was 36 , below the elbow (肘). Then he gave her some 37 , “Don’t treat her any 38 from the other girls. Demand more.” And she 39 !
My mother had to work to 40 my family. There were five girls in our family and we all had to 41 . Once when I was about seven, I came out of the 42 , “Mom, I can’t peel (削……皮) potatoes. I only have one hand.”
“You get back to peel those potatoes, and don’t ever use that as a(n) 43 for anything again!”
Of course I could peel potatoes — with my good hand, while holding them down with my __44 arm. There was always a 45 , and Mom knew it. “If you try hard 46 ,” she said, “you can do anything.”
Once in the second grade, our teacher had each of us race across the monkey bars (攀爬架). When it was my turn, I 47 my head. Some kids 48 . I went home crying.
After work the next afternoon, Mom 49 me back to the school playground.
“Now, 50 up with your right arm,” she advised. She stood by 51 I practiced, and she 52 me when I made progress.
I’ll never forget the 53 time I was crossing the bars. The kids were standing there with their mouths open.
It was the way with everything. When I 54 I can’t handle (处理) things, I see Mom’s smile again. She had the heart to 55 anything. And she taught me I could, too.
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