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After Mom died, l began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was frail and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading," Drink your juice." Such a gesture, l knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, l remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom "Why doesn't Dad love me?" Mom frowned, "Who said he doesn’t love you?" "Well, he never tells me, "I complained." He never tells me either," she said, smiling. " But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That's how your father tells us he loves us. "

I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. l still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. Dad owned and operated a small scrap (片) metal business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. Dad handled scrap steel into a device that chopped it as cleanly as a butcher chops a rack of ribs. The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors, with blades thicker than my father's body. If he didn’t feed those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. "Why don' t you hire someone to do that for you?" Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment. "Why don’t you hire a cook?" Dad asked, giving her one of his rare smiles.

Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me. l walked over, hugged him and said, "I love you, Dad." From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.

1.What would be the best title for the passage?

A．My father never loved me                B．I just couldn't understand my father

C．My hard-working father                  D．Silent fatherly love

2.The author’s father always prepared a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for him because____.

A．that was the author's favorite

B．that was a gesture of love

C．the author was always complaining

D．he was sure the author would be thirsty

3.The author’s father didn’t hire a helper because________.              .

A．he wanted to save money

B．his job required high skills

C．his job was too dangerous

D．he was not good at communicating with others

4.We may infer from the passage that _______.

A．the author's father lacked a sense of humor

B．the author's-father didn't love him very much

C．the author quite understood his father as time went on

D．the author's father was too strict with him

 

【答案】

1.D

2.B

3.A

4.C

【解析】

试题分析：文章讲述了作者的父亲对家人沉默的爱，他的在体现在为家人努力工作挣钱，体现在给孩子的橘子汁里面，虽然无声，却很温暖。

1.主旨题：从第一段的句子：But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That's how your father tells us he loves us. "可知这篇文章讲的是父亲沉默的爱。选D。

2.细节题：从第一段的句子：l knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. 可知橘子汁是父亲表示爱的方式。选B

3.推理题;从第二段的句子："Why don’t you hire a cook?" Dad asked, giving her one of his rare smiles.可知爸爸通过反问妈妈得知他是想省钱。选 A

4.推理题：从第二段的句子：I nodded slowly. I understood in my head,和最后一段的句子 l walked over, hugged him and said,可知作者慢慢的理解了爸爸。选C

考点：考查人生百味类短文

点评：这是一篇感人的故事，文章虽然不难，但主要考查了推理题，注重综合语言能力的运用，结合语境，做出准确的判断。考生要体会作者的意图和本意。

 

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After Mom died, I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was frail（衰弱） and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed（挤榨的） orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading, “Drink your juice.” Such a gesture（表示）, I knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, I remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom “Why doesn’t Dad love me?” Mom frowned（皱眉）, “Who said he doesn’t love you?”“Well, he never tells me,” I complained. He never tells me either,” she said, smiling. “But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That’s how your father tells us he loves us.”
I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. Dad owned and operated a small scrap（小片） metal business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. Dad handfed scrap steel into a device（装置） that chopped （切）it as cleanly as a butcher（屠夫） chops a rack of ribs（肋骨）. The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors（剪刀）, with blades（刃） thicker than my father’s body. If he didn’t feed those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. “Why don’t you hire someone to do that for you?” Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed（搓） his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment（涂剂）. “Why don’t you hire a cook?” Dad asked , giving her one of his rare smiles.
Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me, I walked over, hugged him and said, “I love you, Dad.” From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.
【小题1】What would be the best title for the passage?
A I just couldn’t understand my father      B My father never loved me
C Silent fatherly love      D My hard-working father
【小题2】The author’s father always prepared a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for him because ______.
A that was the author’s favorite      B he was sure the author would be thirsty
C the author was always complaining      D that was a gesture of love
【小题3】The author’s father didn’t hire a helper because ______.
A his job was too dangerous      B his job required high skills
C he wanted to save money      D he was not good at communicating with others
【小题4】We may infer from the passage that ______.
A the author’s father lacked a sense of humor
B the author quite understood his father as time went on
C the author’s father didn’t love him very much
D the author’s father was too strict with him

I have this old clock that belonged to my mom. My dad gave it to me years ago after mom passed away.

I have mixed feelings about having the clock. I love it because it was my mom’s, but it also holds some bad memories.

You see, it chimes. It counts out the hour and rings once on the half hour. Or at least it used to. Now you never know what number it will ring.

When my mother was at home dying from cancer, she asked for the clock to be unplugged. Hearing the hours count down really angered and frightened her.

Mom passed away. I decided I wanted to get the clock fixed so I could remember the good hours we had with her.

I took it to a local clock shop the other day.

“I know this has no particular value as a clock, but it was my mom’s and I need to get it fixed,” I said to the shop owner.

I went on to describe the problem.

“We get a lot of these in,” he told me. “Here’s what I do. We remove the clock works (机件) and replace it with a battery-operated movement (机芯) that chimes electronically,” he told me.

“You can’t fix this?”

“No, we don’t have the time nor the parts.”

I thanked him and went home. I called a few other places and was told the same thing.

“How incredibly sad,” I told the last one disappointedly.

How incredibly sad that we have become a society that replaces craftsmanship with convenience and easy fixes. We copy the original instead of creating something new. We duplicate (复制); we don’t originate (发明).

Sadly, the same goes for our attitude to life itself.

Each of us is an original, one of a kind. But we find it so much easier to copy another style than to develop our own.

We are wannabes (崇拜别人的人) rather than hey-world-look-at-mes.

We fail to see the real value in who we are, so we spend our lives trying to be someone else.

1. Why did the author decide to get the clock fixed?

A．Because it was a really old and valuable clock.

B．Because it was the only thing that her mother had left her.

C．Because it brought her memories of being with her mother.

D．Because it left the author with mixed feelings.

2. What did the clock shop owners tell the author?

A．The parts that the clock needed were electronic.

B．It would cost a lot to repair the clock.

C．They had never repaired a clock like this before.

D．They could only make the clock electronic.

3. The author intends to ________.

A．criticize the irresponsible clock shop owners

B．criticize people who do not value things with a history

C．criticize people who do not have a creative attitude toward life

D．criticize people’s ignorance of traditional craftsmanship

 

After Mom died, I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was frail（衰弱） and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed（挤榨的） orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading, “Drink your juice.” Such a gesture（表示）, I knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, I remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom “Why doesn’t Dad love me?” Mom frowned（皱眉）, “Who said he doesn’t love you?” “Well, he never tells me,” I complained. He never tells me either,” she said, smiling. “But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That’s how your father tells us he loves us.”

I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. Dad owned and operated a small scrap（小片） metal business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. Dad handfed scrap steel into a device（装置） that chopped （切）it as cleanly as a butcher（屠夫） chops a rack of ribs（肋骨）. The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors（剪刀）, with blades（刃） thicker than my father’s body. If he didn’t feed those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. “Why don’t you hire someone to do that for you?” Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed（搓） his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment（涂剂）. “Why don’t you hire a cook?” Dad asked , giving her one of his rare smiles.

Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me, I walked over, hugged him and said, “I love you, Dad.” From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.

1.What would be the best title for the passage?

  A I just couldn’t understand my father      B My father never loved me

  C Silent fatherly love      D My hard-working father

2.The author’s father always prepared a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for him because ______.

  A that was the author’s favorite      B he was sure the author would be thirsty

  C the author was always complaining      D that was a gesture of love

3.The author’s father didn’t hire a helper because ______.

  A his job was too dangerous      B his job required high skills

  C he wanted to save money      D he was not good at communicating with others

4.We may infer from the passage that ______.

  A the author’s father lacked a sense of humor

  B the author quite understood his father as time went on

  C the author’s father didn’t love him very much

  D the author’s father was too strict with him

 

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After mom dried her hands on apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00

For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00

For going to the store for you: $0.50

Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $0.25

Taking out the garbage: $1.00

For getting a good report card: $5.00

For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00

Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried while you were growing inside me: No Charge

For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge

For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge

For the toys, food ,clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge

Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote:" PAID IN FULL".

1. The underlined sentence “the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind.” means _______.

A. the boy found something in his mother’s body burning

B. the boy thought his mother was considering how much she should pay him

C. the boy didn’t thought his mother would give him money

D. the boy thought that his mother recalled something of the past

2.When the mother wrote “No charge” on the paper, she really meant that_____.

A. the boy needn’t pay the money            

B. the boy should pay the money

C. what she has done for the boy is uncountable  

D. she didn’t know how much she should pay the boy

3. Why did the boy cry?

A. Because he couldn’t get money from his mother.

B. Because he felt shameful to ask his mother for money.

C. Because his mother beat him up.

D. Because he also loved his mother.

4.What’s the main idea of the text?

A.Mother’s love for her children is invaluable.

B.The boy shouldn’t have asked his mother for money.

C.The boy’s mother should have given him money.

D.The writer mainly told us a story that a boy asked his mother for money..

 

 

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