题目内容
. I was embarrassed to admit that yesterday I ______ a serious error.
A.acted | B.committed | C.performed | D.completed |
C
解析
My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word “shmily” in a surprise place for the other to find.
“Shmily” was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even opened an entire roll of toilet paper to leave “shmily” on the very last sheet. Little notes with “shmily” scribbled (潦草地写) hurriedly were found on dashboards (仪表板) and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents’ game. Skepticism (怀疑态度) had kept me from believing in true love — one that is pure and lasting. However, I never doubted my grandparents’ relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious (爱调戏的) little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on devotion and passionate love.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other’s sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew “how to pick ‘em.”
But there came a dark cloud into my grandparents’ life: when my grandmother got breast cancer. Gradually it took over the whole of her body. One day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
“Shmily.” It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother’s funeral bouquet (花束). The family came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother’s casket (棺) and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and sadness, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby (催眠曲,). Shaking with my own sorrow, I would never forget that moment.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
【小题1】The point of the article is to ________.
A.give advice on how to keep love fresh |
B.explain to readers the meaning of “shmily” |
C.show the true love between the writer’s grandparents |
D.express how much the writer loved her grandparents |
A.To support the first paragraph. | B.To introduce the next paragraph. |
C.To give the main idea of the article. | D.To make the article more interesting. |
A.used to kiss her grandfather in secret |
B.died from breast cancer, which spread all over |
C.played crossword puzzle daily with her grandfather |
D.considered her grandfather old and careless |
A.She doubts whether it was true love. |
B.She finds their way of expressing love strange. |
C.She admires their romantic and passionate love. |
D.She thinks she will never be able to love like that. |
The Best Holiday
I was unbelievably proud of my nine-year-old daughter, Emily. 36 to buy a mountain bike, she’d been saving her pocket money all year, as well as doing small jobs to earn extra money.
By Thanksgiving , she had collected only $49. I said, “ You 37 have your pick from my bicycle 38 ”. “Thanks, Daddy. But your bikes are so old. ” She was right. All my girls’ bikes were 1950s models, not the kind a kid today would 39 choose.
As Christmas 40 near, Emily and I went bike shopping . As we left one store, she 41 a Salvation Army volunteer standing next to a big pot. “Can we give something, Daddy?” She asked. “Sorry, Em, I’m out of 42 . ”
Throughout December, Emily continued to work hard. Then one day, she made a 43 announcement. “You know all the money I’ve been saving?” she said hesitantly. “I’m going to give it to the poor people.” So one cold morning before Christmas, Emily handed her total savings of $58 to a volunteer who was really very 44 .
45 by Emily’s selflessness, I decided to contribute 46 of my old bicycles to a car dealer who was collecting used bikes for poor children. 47 I selected a shiny model from my collection, however, it seemed as if a second bike took on a glow. Should I contribute two? No, one would be enough. But I couldn’t 48 the feeling that I should give a second bike. When I later 49 the bikes, the car dealer said, “You’re making two kids very 50 , sir . Here are your tickets. For each bicycle contributed, we’re 51 away one chance to win a girl’s mountain bike. ”
Why wasn’t I surprised when that second ticket proved to be the 52 ? I like to think it was God’s way of 53 a little girl for a sacrifice 54 her year--while giving her dad a lesson in the 55 .
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