We once had a poster competition in our fifth grade art class.

    “You could win prizes,”our teacher told us as she wrote the poster information on the blackboard.She passed out sheets of construction paper while continuing,“The first prize is ten dollars.You just have to make sure that the words on the blackboard appear somewhere on your poster.”

    We studied the board critically.Some of us looked with one eye and held up certain colors against the blackboard,rocking the sheets to the right or left while we conjured up our designs.Others twisted their hair around their fingers or chewed their erasers while deep in thought.We had plans for that ten-dollar grand prize, each and every one of us.I'm going to spend mine on candies,one hopeful would announce,while another practiced looking serious,wise and rich.

    Everyone in the class made a poster.Some of us used parts of those fancy paper napkins, while others used nothing but colored construction paper.Some of US used big designs,and some of us preferred to gather our art tidily down in one comer of our poster and let the space draw the viewer's attention to it.Some of US would wander past the good students’ desks and then return to our own projects with a growing sense of hopelessness.It was yet another grown-up trick of the sort they seemed especially fond of, making all of us believe we had a fair chance, and then always―    always--rewarding the same old winners.

    I believe I drew a sailboat,but I can’t say that with any certainty. I made it.I admired it.I determined it to be the very best of all of the posters I had seen,and then I turned it in.

    Minutes passed.

    No one came along to give me the grand prize,and then someone distracted me,and I probably never would have thought about that poster again.

    I was still sitting at my desk,thinking. What poster? when the teacher gave me an envelope with a ten-dollar bill in it and everyone in the class applauded for me.

 

46.What was the teacher's requirement for the poster?

    A.It must appear in time.

    B.It must be done in class.

    C.It must be done on a construction sheet.

    D.It must include the words on the blackboard.

47.The underlined phrase in paragraph 3 most probably means _____________.

    A.formed an idea for

    B.made an outline for

    C.made some space for

    D.chose some colors for

48.After the teacher’s words,all the students in the class _________.

    A.looked very serious

    B.thought they would be rich

    C.began to think about their designs

    D.began to play games

49.After seeing the good students’ designs, some students _________.

    A.loved their own designs more

    B.thought they had a fair chance

    C.put their own designs in a comer

    D.thought they would not win the prize

50.We can infer from the passage that the author ______________.

    A.enjoyed grown―up tricks very much

    B.10ved poster competitions very much

    C.felt surprised to win the competition

    D.became wise and rich after the competition

 

“Dr.Papaderos,what is the meaning of life?”
The usual laughter followed,and people stirred(骚动)to go.Papaderos held up his hand and stilled the room and looked at me for a long time,asking with his eyes if I was serious and seeing from my eyes that I was.
“I will,answer your question.”
Taking his wallet out of his hip pocket,he fished into a leather billfold and brought out a very small round mirror,about the size of a quarter.And what he said went like this:
“When I was a small child,during the war,we were very poor and we lived in a remote village.One day,on the road,I found the broken pieces of a mirror.A German motorcycle had been wrecked in that place.
I tried to find all the pieces and put them together,but it was not possible,so I kept only the largest piece.This one,and,by scratching it on a stone.I made it round. I began to play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun would never shine——in deep holes and crevices(裂缝)and dark closets. It became a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places I could find.
I kept the little mirror,and,as I went about my growing up,I would take it out in idle moments and continue the challenge of the game.As I became a man,I grew to understand that this was not just a child’s game but a metaphor for what I might do with my life.I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of light.But light——truth,understanding,knowledge——is there,and it will shine in many dark places only if I reflect it.
I am a fragment(碎片)of a mirror whose whole design and shape l do not know.Nevertheless,with what I have I can reflect light into the dark places of this world——into the black places in the hearts of men—and change some things in some people.Perhaps others may see and do likewise.This is what I am about.This is the meaning of my life.”
【小题1】On hearing the author’s question,Dr.Papedotes       at first.

A.laughed at his foolishnessB.wasn’t sure of the answer
C.doubted his seriousnessD.wasn’t interested at all
【小题2】How did Dr.Papaderos get the small round mirror when he was a child?
A.He found it on the road and made it round.
B.A dying German soldier gave him as a present.
C.He chanced to find it in the street while playing.
D.He put the broken pieces together and made it.
【小题3】Why did Dr.Papaderos like the small round mirror so much as a child?
A.Because he was too poor to afford other toys.
B.Because it could shine the places where tke sun couldn’t reach.
C.Because he believed it would bring good luck to him.
D.Because it tofd him a lot about what life really meant to him.
【小题4】The underlined“metaphor”in the 7th paragraph most probably means       .
A.symbolB.sourceC.lightD.purpose
【小题5】Which of the following might be the best title for the passage?
A.A Special Game in the ChildhoodB.A Broken Piece of Mirror
C.Dr.Papaderos’ExperienceD.The Meaning of Life

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