题目内容
Good humor lets us escape(逃脱)our daily routines(日常事务). No matter how bad your day was, you can always sit down and watch“Seinfeld”or“The Simpsons, ”and for a half hour forget about your problems and just laugh.
Humor itself is the act of being laughable. A people's sense of humor allows them the opportunity(机会)to pick and choose what they think is funny. Not all people have the same sense of humor, and that is why we see some of the things we do today.
Shows like“South Park,” “Saturday Night Live,” “Punk'd”and“Friends”are all made for different audiences.
Some people like crude(粗鲁的)humor, some like witty humor, some like humor at the expense of others, and some people like good-hearted humor.
People can Say they don't think one thing is funny or how can someone possibly laugh at that, but this is what makes humor unique. It's different for everyone.
While it is true that people can have similar senses of humor, just like snow flakes, no two are alike. And this is why we have such a large variety of humor to surround ourselves.
Humor doesn't care about where you've been or where you're going. All humor cares about is helping you get there with a smile.
One of the keys to having a good life is having a good sense of humor. Being able to laugh at a joke, appreciate a funny movie and being able to laugh at yourself will do wonders for the body. Why do you think George Burns lived to be 100 years old? Not because he took great care of his body, but because he was a comedian and had spent his whole life laughing. After all, laughter is the best medicine, and it doesn't cost a dime(一角硬币).
(1) Which of the following statements is true according to the passage?
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A.All people have the same sense of humor.
B.All people don't have the same sense of humor.
C.Most people like good-hearted humor.
D.People should not like crude humor.
(2) The underlined word “unique”most probably means ______.
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(3) We have a large variety of humor to surround ourselves because ______.
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A.people like to make fun of each other.
B.each of us has different sense of humor.
C.no two snowflakes are alike.
D.we want to escape out daily routines.
(4) The writer mentions “George Burns ”in the passage in order to ______.
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A.show that he was a famous comedian.
B.help you save some money.
C.tell you that laughter is the best medicine for your health.
D.tell you that everyone should take care of himself.
解析:
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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.excited | B.confused | C.depressed | D.disappointed |
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 |
A.impatient and generous | B.enthusiastic and responsible |
C.concerned and gentle | D.inconsiderate and self-centered |
A.hesitant and confused | B.not as urgent as he claims |
C.angry and uncertain | D.too complex to make sense |
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 |
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 the abundance (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 somewhat weakened 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. 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
3.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 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