At about 4 am, after hours of being unable to sleep, of shivering in the cold mountain air and trying to silence my crying kids who kept waking up, of attempting to find a comfortable sleeping position, of listening to whether there might have been a bear outside our tent, I finally couldn’t stand it any more. I complained, “Everything has gone wrong.”
My wife and I were in one tent with our two young kids. A hundred yards east away was Summit Lake, where the glorious early morning mist was shimmering(闪烁)off the water. A couple miles to the southwest was the base of the Lassen Peak Trail. The base was 8,000 feet above sea level, and huge snow dotted the scenery even in mid August. Further west still was Bumpass Hell, with steam rising up.
As the sun crept up over the edge of the Lassen peak, we fired up the camp stove and had breakfast. Half an hour later, my six-year-old daughter and I were in the parking lot of the Lassen peak trail, getting ready to go up the mountainside. We wouldn’t make it all the way, but it didn’t matter. We would see nature at its extremes: the volcanic ash that layered on the earth turning the melting snow a mysterious pink as the sun struck it; the blues of the sky shading into the blues of distant lakes, which in turn shaded into the whites and grays of the snow.
My daughter grabbed my camera. She wanted to take a photo of “the composite(混合物)”of colors. Looking out over that scenery, and seeing my daughter fascinated by nature, I felt stupid about my morning complaints.
Yes, camping is uncomfortable. And yes, there’s a lot to be said for getting out a credit card,reserving a room in a nice hotel, and going out for a fancy meal. But there’s also something wonderful about being so close to raw nature. And , as important, there’s something vital about getting young children out of their increasingly modern comfort zones and forcing them to meet the world around them.
【小题1】.According to the passage, what contributed to the author’s sleeplessness ?
①the cold weather       ②his crying children          ③fear of bears            
④sounds of bears      ⑤the aches of his lower back      ⑥his own complaints

A.①④⑥B.①②③C.②④⑤D.②③⑤
【小题2】.Which of the following maps correctly shows the places ?

【小题3】.The underlined word “colors” in Paragraph 4 refers to ______ .
A.blue, white, gray and pinkB.white, yellow, gray and pink
C.white, green ,gray and pinkD.blue, green,white and gray
【小题4】.How did the author’s feeling change from the beginning to the end ?
A.Calm→Satisfied.B.Excited→Frustrated.
C.Sad→Calm.D.Regretful→Satisfied.
【小题5】.Which of the following statements can be inferred from the passage ?
A.Nature is the glass reflecting truth.
B.Nature is the best scenery designer.
C.The journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.
D.A bad beginning makes a bad ending.

It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from his night out. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.
  He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, showed so little interest in things which concerned him and valued so little his conversation.
  Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the candies and peanuts that he had promised the boys. Still, he loved them very much and went into the room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.
  Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit his cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.
  Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had made him sick. Mr. Pontellier was too well familiar with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was burning with fever at that moment in the next room.
  He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying home to see that no harm done to them. He talked in a dull, repeated and insistent way.
  Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out, he went to bed, and in half a minute was fast asleep.
  Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. She went out on the porch, where she sat down and began to rock herself in the chair.
  It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. There was no sound except the hooting of an old owl and the everlasting voice of the sea, which broke like a mournful lullaby (催眠曲) upon the night.
  The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her nightdress no longer served to dry them. She went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.
  She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as had just happened were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never before to have weighed much against theabundance (充足) of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be self-understood.
  An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with vague pain. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly scolding her husband, expressing sadness about Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.
  The mosquitoes succeeded in driving away a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.
  The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the carriage which was to convey him to the ship. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his calmness, which seemed to have been somewhatweakened the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in the financial center.
【小题1】Mr.Pontellier comes back home from his night out in a/an ______state of mind.

A.excitedB.confusedC.depressedD.disappointed
【小题2】 Mr. Pontellier criticizes his wife because ______.
A.she is not wholly devoted to her children
B.she does little housework but sleep
C.she knows nothing about fever symptoms
D.she fails to take her son to hospital
【小题3】The writer would most likely describe Mr. Pontellier’s conduct during the evening as ______.
A.impatient and generousB.enthusiastic and responsible
C.concerned and gentleD.inconsiderate and self-centered
【小题4】The underlined sentence suggests that Mr. Pontellier's complaints to his wife are ______.
A.hesitant and confusedB.not as urgent as he claims
C.angry and uncertainD.too complex to make sense
【小题5】In paragraphs 8 to 13, Mrs. Pontellier’s reactions to her husband’s behavior suggest that ______.
A.she accepts unquestioningly her role of taking care of the children
B.this is one of the first times she has acknowledged her unhappiness with her husband
C.her relationship with her husband is not what has made her depressed
D.she is angry about something that happened before her husband left
【小题6】The passage shows Mr. Pontellier is happiest when he ______.
A.sits near the open door smoking a cigar and talking
B.makes up with his wife after a heated argument
C.has been away from home or is about to leave home
D.has given his children gifts of candies and peanuts

It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from his night out. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.

  He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, showed so little interest in things which concerned him and valued so little his conversation.

  Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the candies and peanuts that he had promised the boys. Still, he loved them very much and went into the room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.

  Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit his cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.

  Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had made him sick. Mr. Pontellier was too well familiar with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was burning with fever at that moment in the next room.

  He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying home to see that no harm done to them. He talked in a dull, repeated and insistent way.

  Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out, he went to bed, and in half a minute was fast asleep.

  Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. She went out on the porch, where she sat down and began to rock herself in the chair.

  It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. There was no sound except the hooting of an old owl and the everlasting voice of the sea, which broke like a mournful lullaby (催眠曲) upon the night.

  The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her nightdress no longer served to dry them. She went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.

  She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as had just happened were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never before to have weighed much against theabundance (充足) of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be self-understood.

  An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with vague pain. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly scolding her husband, expressing sadness about Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.

  The mosquitoes succeeded in driving away a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.

  The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the carriage which was to convey him to the ship. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his calmness, which seemed to have been somewhatweakened the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in the financial center.

1.Mr.Pontellier comes back home from his night out in a/an ______state of mind.

A.excited           B.confused          C.depressed         D.disappointed

2. Mr. Pontellier criticizes his wife because ______.

A.she is not wholly devoted to her children

B.she does little housework but sleep

C.she knows nothing about fever symptoms

D.she fails to take her son to hospital

3.The writer would most likely describe Mr. Pontellier’s conduct during the evening as ______.

A.impatient and generous                  B.enthusiastic and responsible

C.concerned and gentle                    D.inconsiderate and self-centered

4.The underlined sentence suggests that Mr. Pontellier's complaints to his wife are ______.

A.hesitant and confused                    B.not as urgent as he claims

C.angry and uncertain                     D.too complex to make sense

5.In paragraphs 8 to 13, Mrs. Pontellier’s reactions to her husband’s behavior suggest that ______.

A.she accepts unquestioningly her role of taking care of the children

B.this is one of the first times she has acknowledged her unhappiness with her husband

C.her relationship with her husband is not what has made her depressed

D.she is angry about something that happened before her husband left

6.The passage shows Mr. Pontellier is happiest when he ______.

A.sits near the open door smoking a cigar and talking

B.makes up with his wife after a heated argument

C.has been away from home or is about to leave home

D.has given his children gifts of candies and peanuts

 

At about 4 am, after hours of being unable to sleep, of shivering in the cold mountain air and trying to silence my crying kids who kept waking up, of attempting to find a comfortable sleeping position, of listening to whether there might have been a bear outside our tent, I finally couldn’t stand it any more. I complained, “Everything has gone wrong.”

My wife and I were in one tent with our two young kids. A hundred yards east away was Summit Lake, where the glorious early morning mist was shimmering(闪烁)off the water. A couple miles to the southwest was the base of the Lassen Peak Trail. The base was 8,000 feet above sea level, and huge snow dotted the scenery even in mid August. Further west still was Bumpass Hell, with steam rising up.

As the sun crept up over the edge of the Lassen peak, we fired up the camp stove and had breakfast. Half an hour later, my six-year-old daughter and I were in the parking lot of the Lassen peak trail, getting ready to go up the mountainside. We wouldn’t make it all the way, but it didn’t matter. We would see nature at its extremes: the volcanic ash that layered on the earth turning the melting snow a mysterious pink as the sun struck it; the blues of the sky shading into the blues of distant lakes, which in turn shaded into the whites and grays of the snow.

My daughter grabbed my camera. She wanted to take a photo of “the composite(混合物)”of colors. Looking out over that scenery, and seeing my daughter fascinated by nature, I felt stupid about my morning complaints.

Yes, camping is uncomfortable. And yes, there’s a lot to be said for getting out a credit card,reserving a room in a nice hotel, and going out for a fancy meal. But there’s also something wonderful about being so close to raw nature. And , as important, there’s something vital about getting young children out of their increasingly modern comfort zones and forcing them to meet the world around them.

1..According to the passage, what contributed to the author’s sleeplessness ?

  ①the cold weather        ②his crying children           ③fear of bears            

④sounds of bears     ⑤the aches of his lower back       ⑥his own complaints

A. ①④⑥         B. ①②③           C. ②④⑤       D. ②③⑤

2..Which of the following maps correctly shows the places ?

 

3..The underlined word “colors” in Paragraph 4 refers to ______ .

  A.blue, white, gray and pink          B.white, yellow, gray and pink

C.white, green ,gray and pink         D.blue, green,white and gray

4..How did the author’s feeling change from the beginning to the end ?

  A.Calm→Satisfied.        B.Excited→Frustrated.

C.Sad→Calm.          D.Regretful→Satisfied.

5..Which of the following statements can be inferred from the passage ?

  A.Nature is the glass reflecting truth.

B.Nature is the best scenery designer.

C.The journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.

D.A bad beginning makes a bad ending.

 

 

    Robinson Diaz lives in a small cottage high in the Andes Mountains of South America. Diaz is a “cable racer”, and every morning he faces the difficult task of taking the local teacher to her school. To do this, he first walks for an hour up to a place the locals call Los Pinos, right at the edge of the 400-foot deep gorge of the Negro valley. Here, one end of a thick metal cable has been fixed to a wooden post. The cable stretches right across the deep valley to the other side, a kilometer away.

A metal hook is fixed to the cable, with leather straps hanging from it. Diaz fastens the straps around his shoulders and waist, does a quick safety check and then, without hesitating, throws himself off the edge of the mountain. Attached to the cable by only the metal hook, he rapidly picks up speed and soon he is racing through the air. Crossing the valley by wire takes him 30 seconds, instead of the two hours it would take him to walk down through the rain forest and climb up the steep muddy slopes on the other side.

As Diaz begins his trip, Diana Rios, a 23-year-old elementary teacher, is waiting on the other side of the gorge for the moment when he will come racing through the mist towards her at 100 mph. She will then return with him, hanging on to him as he goes back along the cable. Diana had no idea when she took the teaching job that just getting to work in the village school would be dangerous. "At first I wanted to cry," she says, clutching her hook as the metal cable starts to rattle  violently at Diaz’s approach. “But I soon got used to it.” She still prefers to go with Diaz, though, rather than making the frightening and dangerous crossing on her own.

For the inhabitants of Los Pinos, the wire cable is a lifeline. For more than 50 years, it has served the community as a form of transport to and from the rest of the world. Everything that comes arrives via the cable----bricks and wood for building, sacks of rice and corn. Pregnant mothers, who must get to the nearest clinic, cross the wire during the darkness of the night, returning with their newborn babies. It is dangerous, but they have no choice.

This time Robinson Diaz makes a perfect landing on Diana’s side of the gorge. For him, the dangers of this daily journey are insignificant. “What I’m really scared of are snakes,” he says. “This is nothing in comparison.” Then Dianna straps herself into her harness and hooks herself up to the wire behind Diaz, holding on to him tightly. He turns, flashes her a smile, releases the brake and kicks away. Within seconds, the teacher and the cable-racer have disappeared back into the mist.

 

60.Robinson Diaz has a difficult task every morning because he has to________.

       A.climb a long way up a mountain            B.get to the edge of a valley

       C.walk through a dangerous area              D.help someone get to work

61.In the second paragraph, the writer suggests that Diaz is________.

       A.confident about what he is doing           B.unaware of the danger he faces

       C.careless about his own safety                D.uncertain of what he is doing

62.What is Diana's opinion about the journey now?

       A.She enjoys it.                                      B.She no longer finds it a problem.

       C.It makes her feel very frightened.          D.It would be impossible without Diaz.

63.What does Diaz say about using the cable?

       A.He does not find it as frightening as other things.

       B.He does not think there is any risk.

       C.He is happy that he can help the teacher.

       D.He is worried about the danger of snakes

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