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— You ____ it! I told you always to carry your keys with you.
B. wouldn’t be opened; asked for
C. won’t open; asked for
D. can’t be opened; are asking for
The family had just moved. The young woman was feeling a little __1__. It was Mother’s Day – and 800 miles separated her from her parents.
She had called them that morning, and her mother had __2__ how colorful their backyard was __3__ spring had arrived. Later, she told her husband how she __4__ those lilacs (丁香花) in her parents’ yard. “I know where we can find some,” he said. “Get the __5__ and come on.” So off they went.
Some time later, they stopped at a hill and there were lilacs all round. The young woman rushed up to the nearest __6__ and buried her face in the flowers. Carefully, she __7__ some. Finally, they returned to their car for the __8__ home. The woman sat smiling, surrounded by her __9__.
When they were near home, she shouted “Stop,” got out quickly and __10__ to a nearby nursing home. She went to the end of the porch (门廊), where a(n) __11__ patient was sitting in her wheelchair, and put the flowers into her lap. The two __12__, bursting into laughter now and then. Later the young woman turned and ran back to her __13__. As the car pulled away, the woman in the wheelchair __14__ with a smile, and held the lilacs __15__.
“Mom,” the kids asked, “__16__ did you give her our flowers?”“It is Mother’s Day, and she seems so __17__while I have all of you. And anyone would be __18__ by flowers.”
This satisfied the kids, but not the husband. The next day he __19__ some young lilacs around their yard.
I was the husband. Now, every May, our yard is full of lilacs. Every Mother’s Day our kids __20__ purple lilacs. And every year I remember that smile of the lonely old woman. And that has become a lasting touching memory of my life.
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I think it was my mother who taught me the meaning of honesty. Not because she actually was honest, but because she lied all the time. She felt that the easiest way out of any given situation was generally the best way out. And, for her, that generally meant telling a “little white lie.” As a young child I thought it was kind of cool. And, naturally, when I would come to her with a concern or question wondering what I should do, she generally advised me to lie.
“Mom, I told Theresa that I would go over to her house, but now I would rather go to Sue’s house to play.”
“Tell Theresa you’re sick,” she would advise. And generally I did. But I didn’t seem blessed with her lack of conscience. On many painful occasions Theresa would find out that I really went to Sue’s house without her. These occasions taught me that it is more painful to be caught in a lie than it is to tell the truth in the first place. I wondered how it was possible that my mother had never learned that lesson.
I started thinking of all the lies that I’d heard her tell. I remembered the time she told someone that her favorite restaurant had closed, because she didn’t want to see them there anymore. Or the time she told Dad that she loved the lawn-mower he gave her for her birthday. Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn’t been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had involved me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell them that she wasn’t there.
So, I started my own personal fight against her dishonesty. When I answered the phone and it was someone my mother didn’t want to talk to, I said, “Louise, mom is here, but she doesn’t want to talk to you.” The first time I did it, she punished me, but I refused to apologize. I told her that I had decided that it was wrong to lie. And the next time it happened I did the same thing. Finally, she approached me and said, “I agree that lying is not the best thing to do, but we need to find a way to be honest without being rude.” She admitted that her methods weren’t right, and I admitted that mine were a bit too extreme.
Over the past few years, the two of us have worked together to be honest—and yet kind. Honesty should mean more than not lying. It should mean speaking the truth in kindness. Though I started by trying to teach my mom the importance of honesty, I ended up gaining a deeper understanding of the meaning of the term.
【小题1】 The author’s mother __________.
A.thought white lies were not lies |
B.helped the author get out of trouble with white lies |
C.told the author to lie when in trouble |
D.taught the author the importance of being honest |
A.was thankful to her mother’s advice |
B.felt more awkward when being caught lying |
C.found that telling the truth hurt more than telling a lie |
D.felt guilty when hurting people with her honesty |
A.met her friends in the same restaurant regularly |
B.didn’t get along with the author’s teachers |
C.was not popular among her friends |
D.wanted to have something else for her birthday |
A.kind-heartedness is more important than honesty |
B.appropriate methods are the key to telling a good lie |
C.honesty is defined as kindness as well as truthfulness |
D.absolute honesty is basic to good interpersonal relationships |