题目内容
As a young man, Al was a skilled artist．He had a wife and two fine sons．One night, his oldest son developed a serious stomachache．Thinking it was only some 1intestinal （肠内的）disorder, neither Al nor his wife took the condition very seriously．But the boy 2suddenly that night．
Knowing the death could have been 3if he had only realized the seriousness of the situation, Al's emotional health became worse under the huge burden(重负) of his 4.To make matters worse his wife 5him a short time later, leaving him alone with his six-year-old younger son．The hurt and pain of the two 6were more than Al could handle, and he 7to alcohol(烈酒)．In time Al became an alcoholic.
8___ the alcoholism progressed, Al began to lose everything he 9— his home, his land, his art objects, everything． 10Al died alone in a San Francisco motel room．
When I heard of Al's death, I thought that Al's life was a complete 11．
As time went by, I began to reconsider my earlier judgment．I knew Al's now 12son, Ernie．He is one of the kindest, most caring, most loving men I have ever known．I watched Ernie with his children and saw the free 13of love between them．I knew that kindness and caring had to come from somewhere．
I hadn't heard Ernie talk much about his 14__．One day I worked __15_ my courage to ask him．"I'm really _16__ by something," I said．"I know your father was 17the only one to raise you．What on earth did he do that you became such a special person?"
Ernie sat quietly and _18__ for a few moments．Then he said, "From my earliest _19_ as a child until I left home at 18, Al came into my room every night, gave me a kiss and said, ' I love you, son．' "
Tears came to my eyes as I realized what a fool I had been to __20_ Al as a failure．He had not left any material possessions behind．But he had been a kind loving father, and he left behind one of the finest, most giving men I have ever known．
1.A．certain B．common C．rare D．basic
2.A．dead B．passed away C．starved D．worsened
3.A．cured B．prevented C．forbidden D．saved
4.A．disease B．debt C．guilt D．duty
5.A．left B．scolded C．quarreled D．forgave
6.A．disasters B．adventures C．conflicts D．situations
7.A．got B．drank C．turned D．sank
8.A．As B．Though C．Because D．If
9.A．needed B．shared C．benefited D．owned
10.A．Eventually B．Gradually C．Therefore D．Meanwhile
11.A．trouble B．hardship C．failure D．waste
12.A．teen B．adult C．old D．adolescent
13.A．win B．fall C．space D．flow
14.A．mother B．brother C．father D．child
15.A．up B．with C．on D．through
16.A．worried B．puzzled C．interested D．attracted
17.A．especially B．basically C．hardly D．specially
18.A．argued B．searched C．analyzed D．thought
19.A．thoughts B．ideas C．minds D．memories
20.A．treat B．call C．judge D．feel
1.B2.B3.B4.C5.A
6.D7.C8.A9.D10.A
11.C12.B13.D14.C15.A
16.B17.B18.D19.D20.C
I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as Mother sat doing letters(学问). Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, Mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk”, she said again, “is for Elizabeth.” I never saw her anger, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was too emotional. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed, I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive（原谅）me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to Mother. I only knew that I had written in, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told me, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside－a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you chose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
【小题1】The writer began to love her mother’s desk _______.
| A．after Mother died. | B．before she became a writer. |
| C．when she was a child. | D．when Mother gave it to her. |
| A．Mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter. |
| B．Mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done. |
| C．Mother cared much about her daughter in words. |
| D．Mother wrote to her daughter in careful words. |
| A．deep understanding between the old and the young. |
| B．different ideas between the mother and the daughter. |
| C．free talks between mother and daughter. |
| D．part of the sea going far in land. |
| A．She had never received the letter. |
| B．For years, she often talked about the letter. |
| C．She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life. |
| D．She read the letter again and again till she died. |
| A．My Letter to Mother. | B．Mother and Children. |
| C．My Mother’s Desk. | D．Talks between Mother and Me. |