题目内容
I sat at my seat waiting for the school paper to be passed around. I waited anxiously, knowing that once I received it I would know how good a writer I really am.
When the paper arrived at my classroom, I nearly knocked down five of my classmates to get to the first paper. With a school paper in my hands, I returned to my seat. About a month earlier, I had handed in one of, what I believed to be, my best stories. I named it Symbol of Success. The head of the English Department at my school, Professor Cullen had said that she would include some reviews of students’ stories in the latest school paper. Professor Cullen was known for her rough criticism. Impressing her was very hard but I wanted to be the first to do so.
I sat at the edge of my seat as I read through the other story reviews. There wasn’t one story that got more than three stars .I became calm and wasn’t anxious to know my review. It was long after that I heard someone shout out “Five stars?! Seriously !” from behind me. I turned around and saw the shocked expression of Gene’s face, “Peter, your story got five stars!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I turned my attention back to my story and saw the five stars at the end of the review that I had not read yet. I looked through the review written by Professor Cullen. She wrote that I had a gift for story writing.
I was proud that I achieved what I thought was impossible .For so long I believed I wasn’t as good as I thought I was and that my talent was not enough to cover up my lack of wring skills .But this review proved that I was truly a good writer and that there was a future ahead of me in the field of fiction writing. The review and the five stars meant the world of me. Those five stars became the symbol of my success.
【小题1】How did the writer get the school paper?
| A．His teacher gave it to him first |
| B．The publisher sent it to him first |
| C．His friend helped him get the first one. |
| D．He rushed ahead to get the first one by himself. |
| A．She was very gentle to everyone |
| B．She seldom praised her students. |
| C．She was very cold to her students. |
| D．She was respected by her students. |
| A．had thought his story was better than those of others |
| B．was always anxious to know the review about him |
| C．didn’t know he got five stars until others told him |
| D．looked through a few stories that had got four stars |
| A．She thought highly of it |
| B．She thought it was just so-so |
| C．She thought it was extremely bad |
| D．She doubted if it was written by him. |
| A．Because they helped him learn writing skills |
| B．Because they made him happy for some time |
| C．Because they helped him enter a key university |
| D．Because they made him see his writing talents. |
【小题1】D
【小题2】B
【小题3】C
【小题4】A
【小题5】D
解析
He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.
“What's the matter, Schatz?”
“I've got a headache.”
“You better go back to bed.”
“No. I'm all right.”
“You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed.”
But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.
“You go up to bed,” I said, “You're sick.”
“I'm all right,” he said.
When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.
“What's is it?” I asked him.
“One hundred and two.”
Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative(泻药), the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza（流感）can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic(传染病；传染性的) of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia（肺炎）.
Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.
“Do you want me to read to you?”
“All right. If you want to, “ said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached（超然的；冷漠的）from what was going on.
I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates（海盗）;but I could see he was not following what I was reading.
“How do you feel, Schatz?” I asked him.
“Just the same, so far,” he said.
I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.
“Why don't you try to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine.”
“I'd rather stay awake.”
After a while he said to me, “You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you.”
“It doesn't bother me.”
“No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you.”
I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out with my gun and the young hunting dog….I killed two quail(鹌鹑), and missed five, and started back pleased to have found a covey of quail close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.
At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the room.
“You can't come in,” he said. “You mustn't get what I have.”
I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed（发红）by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.
I took his temperature.
“What is it?”
“Something like a hundred,” I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.
“It was a hundred and two,” he said.
“Who said so?”
“The doctor.”
“Your temperature is all right,” I said. “It's nothing to worry about.”
“I don't worry,” he said, “but I can't keep from thinking.”
“Don't think,” I said. “Just take it easy.”
“I'm taking it easy,” he said and looked straight ahead, He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.
“Take this with water.”
“Do you think it will do any good?”
“Of course it will.”
I sat down and opened the Pirate book and began to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.
“About what time do you think I'm going to die?” he asked.
“What?”
“About how long will it be before I die?”
“You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you? “
“Oh, yes, I am, I heard him say a hundred and two.”
“People don't die with a fever of one hundred and two. That's a silly way to talk.”
“I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred and two.”
He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning.
“You poor Schatz,” I said. “Poor old Schatz. It's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to die. That's different thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it's ninety-eight.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” I said, “It's like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?”
“Oh,” he said.
But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack(松驰的) and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.
【小题1】The author writes about the doctor’s visit in order to _____.
| A．show the doctor’s knowledge about influenza and its treatment |
| B．show the boy’s illness was quite serious |
| C．create a situation of misunderstanding around which to build a story |
| D．show the father was very much concerned about the boy’s illness |
| A．the boy’s high temperature |
| B．the father giving the medicine to the boy |
| C．the father staying with the boy |
| D．the boy’s death |
| A．early in the afternoon |
| B．close to evening |
| C．at noon |
| D．late in the morning |
| A．he did not want to be a bother to others |
| B．he wanted to recover quickly so that he could go hunting with his father |
| C．he was afraid that he would die if he lost control over himself |
| D．he thought he was going to die and he must show courage in the face of death |
| A．he couldn’t control his emotions when he finally relaxed |
| B．his father would go out hunting without him if he didn’t cry |
| C．something went wrong with his brain after the fever |
| D．he often complained about unimportant things as a spoiled boy |
| A．death is something beyond a child’s comprehension |
| B．to be calm and controlled in the face of death is a mark of courage |
| C．misunderstanding can occur even between father and son |
| D．misunderstanding can sometimes lead to an unexpected effect |
School was over and I was both mentally and physically tired. I sat at the very front of the bus because of my 16 to get home. Sitting at the front makes you 17 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies.
Janie, the driver, tries to break the 18 atmosphere by striking the match of 194 .
I try to mind my manners and 20 listen, but usually I am too busy thinking about my day. On this day, 21 , her conversation was worth listening to.
“My father's sick,” she said to no one in 22 . I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes. With a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked,“What's wrong with him?"
With her eyes wet and her voice tight from 23 the tears, she responded,“Heart trouble.”Her eyes lowered as she 24 . “I've already lost my mum, so I don't think I can stand losing him.”
I couldn't respond. I was 25 . My heart ached for her. I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 26 my own mother was thrown into when her father died. I saw how hard it was, 27 still is, for her. I wouldn't like anyone to go 28 that.
Suddenly I realized Janie wasn't only a bus driver. That was 29 her job. She had a whole world of family and concerns too. I had never thought of her as 30 but a driver.
I suddenly felt very 31 . I realized I had only thought of people as 32 as what their purposes were in my life. I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver. I had judged her by her job and brushed her off as 33 .
For all I know, I'm just another person in 34 else's world, and may not even be important. I 35 not have been so selfish and self-centered. Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments (约会) to keep. Understanding people is an art.
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School was over and I was both mentally and physically tired, I sat at the very front of the bus because of 1 to get home．Sitting at the front makes you 2 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies． Janie, the driver, tries to break the uncomfortable atmosphere by striking the match of 3 ．
I try to mind my manners and 4 listen, but usually I am too busy thinking about my day．On this day, however, her conversation was worth listening to．
"My father’s sick," she said to no one in 5 ．I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes．With a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked, "What’s wrong with him?"
With her eyes wet and her voice tight from 6 the tears, she responded, "Heart trouble．" Her eyes 7 as she continued．"I’ve already lost my mum, so I don’t think I can 8 losing him．”
I couldn’t respond．I was 9 ．My heart ached for her．I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 10 my own mother was thrown into when my father died．
I saw how hard it was, and still is, for her．I wouldn’t like anyone to go through that．Suddenly I realized Janie wasn’t only a bus driver．That was just her job．She had a whole world of family and concerns too．I had never thought of her as anything but a 11 ．I suddenly felt very 12 ．I realized I had only thought of people as 13 as what their purposes were in my life．I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver．1 had judged her by her job and regarded her as unimportant．
For all I know, I’m just another person in someone else’s world, and may not even be important．I should not have been so selfish and self-centered．Everyone 14 a place to go to, people to see and appointments to 15 ．Understanding people is an art．
1.A．determination B．decision C．attempt D．anxiety
2.A．make B．stand C．think D．find
3.A．topic B．message C. discussion D. conversation
4.A．devotedly B．carelessly C．truly D．sincerely
5.A．common B．silence C．particular D．surprise
6.A．avoiding B．clearing C．keeping D．fighting
7.A．glanced B．closed C. lowered D. saddened
8.A．mind B．regret C．bear D．miss
9.A．angry B．interested C．curious D．shocked
10.A．pain B．pity C．disappointment D．mercy
11.A．daughter B．worker C．driver D．passenger
12.A．selfish B．confused C．worried D．sad
13.A．long B．often C．far D．well
14.A．takes B．has C．finds D．needs
15.A．stay B．remain C．keep D．put