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Mr. Patrick was new to the school and to us. Even though he was a great teacher, he seemed rather like a character out of a horror movie. He didn’t look that bad, but somehow, he looked extremely scary to me.
Some kids began to believe that he was a murderer or a ghost; some believed he was mad and a few believed that he might have suffered a lot in his life. I was one of those ‘few’.
One day I gathered up my courage and headed towards the school garden. He was, as usual, sitting on a bench alone. I breathed heavily a few times and then walked towards him.
“How are you?” I asked with my voice crackling.

He managed to say, “Fine.”
“Well, good to know,” I tried to be happy.
“Hmmm…” was all I heard.
“What’s up with you?” then seeing a puzzled look on his face, I tried to be more formal and respectful. “I mean, why aren’t you like all other people in the school? Why are you always so quiet and sad? Why…”
“No dear, some things are better left unsaid,” he said gloomily.

“Oh no sir, nothing is better left unsaid. If you want to share your feelings with me and reduce the pain of your heart, you are free to do so. I promise I will never ever tell anyone.”
“With you? You are just a little girl; what will you understand?”
I was somehow offended but still I managed to persuade him, “So what, Sir? You see, if you tell me your problem, you will have a light heart and you will have the feeling that someone somewhere cares about you.”
“Oh okay, that was a very nice belief indeed; let’s take a walk and I will let you know everything.”
Soon after our little talk, there was a visible change on his face. Later that day in the class, there was a smile on his face.
【小题1】From the text, we can know about Mr. Patrick that he       .

A．once acted a character in a horror movie
B．scared his students with his looks
C．often punished the students for bad marks
D．did better in teaching than others in the school
【小题2】Mr. Patrick was thought by the author to       .
A．be a murderer or a ghostB．be mad
C．have suffered a lotD．have a special personality
【小题3】While walking towards Mr. Patrick in the school garden, the author felt       .
A．excitedB．nervousC．worriedD．happy


【小题1】B
【小题2】C
【小题3】B

解析试题分析：本文讲述了一个小女孩和她的老师Patrick的交流，她通过她的行动让Patrick积极起来和别人交流，脸上有了微笑。
【小题1】B 推理题。根据第一段最后一句He didn’t look that bad, but somehow, he looked extremely scary to me.说明他的容貌让我们很害怕都认为他是一个坏人。故B项正确。
【小题2】C 细节题。根据第二段第2行a few believed that he might have suffered a lot in his life. I was one of those ‘few’.说明一些人认为他遭受了很多的痛苦，而我就是这些人之一，故C正确。
【小题3】B 细节题。根据第二段3,4行One day I gathered up my courage and headed towards the school garden. He was, as usual, sitting on a bench alone. I breathed heavily a few times and then walked towards him.这里的鼓足勇气和深呼吸都说明他很紧张，故B正确。
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It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and all your work” was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was  no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.
My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she
cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute.”
On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her girls. There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.
Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. “Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven,” I thought confusedly.
It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn’t mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are.”
The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to “go park, see duck.” “I can’t go!” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that far.”
My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. “It’s a wonderful day,” she offered, “really warm, yet there’s a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?”
I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. “Come on,” I told my little girl. “You’re right, it’s too good a day to miss.”
Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath(余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of --- what dark and horrible things?
“Say!” A smile sipped out from his lips. “Do you remember --- no, of course you wouldn’t. It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”
I hardly dared speak. “Remember what?”
“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?”
【小题1】Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought________.

A．she was too old to fly kites
B．her husband would make fun of her
C．she should have been doing her housework
D．her girls weren’t supposed to the boy’s games
【小题2】 By “we were all beside ourselves writer means that they all ________.
A．felt confused B．went wild with joy
C．looked on D．forgot their fights
【小题3】 What did the author think after the kite-flying?
A．The boys must have had more fun than the girls.
B．They should have finished their work before playing.
C．Her parents should spend more time with them.
D．All the others must have forgotten that day.
【小题4】Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?
A．She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother.
B．She was reminded of the day they flew kites.
C．She had finished her work in the kitchen.
D．She thought it was a great day to play outside.
【小题5】 The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that ______.
A．the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories
B．his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life
C．childhood friendship means so much to the writer
D．people like him really changed a lot after the war

It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and all your work” was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.

Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was  no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.

My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she

cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute.”

On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her girls. There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.

Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. “Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven,” I thought confusedly.

It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn’t mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are.”

The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to “go park, see duck.” “I can’t go!” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that far.”

My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. “It’s a wonderful day,” she offered, “really warm, yet there’s a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?”

I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. “Come on,” I told my little girl. “You’re right, it’s too good a day to miss.”

Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath(余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of --- what dark and horrible things?

“Say!” A smile sipped out from his lips. “Do you remember --- no, of course you wouldn’t. It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”

I hardly dared speak. “Remember what?”

“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?”

1.Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought________.

A．she was too old to fly kites

B．her husband would make fun of her

C．she should have been doing her housework

D．her girls weren’t supposed to the boy’s games

2. By “we were all beside ourselves writer means that they all ________.

A．felt confused                           B．went wild with joy

C．looked on                             D．forgot their fights

3. What did the author think after the kite-flying?

A．The boys must have had more fun than the girls.

B．They should have finished their work before playing.

C．Her parents should spend more time with them.

D．All the others must have forgotten that day.

4.Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?

A．She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother.

B．She was reminded of the day they flew kites.

C．She had finished her work in the kitchen.

D．She thought it was a great day to play outside.

5. The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that ______.

A．the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories

B．his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life

C．childhood friendship means so much to the writer

D．people like him really changed a lot after the war

 

It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and all your work” was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was  no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.
My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she
cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute.”
On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her girls. There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.
Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. “Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven,” I thought confusedly.
It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn’t mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are.”
The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to “go park, see duck.” “I can’t go!” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that far.”
My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. “It’s a wonderful day,” she offered, “really warm, yet there’s a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?”
I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. “Come on,” I told my little girl. “You’re right, it’s too good a day to miss.”
Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath(余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of --- what dark and horrible things?
“Say!” A smile sipped out from his lips. “Do you remember --- no, of course you wouldn’t. It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”
I hardly dared speak. “Remember what?”
“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?”

  1. 1.

    Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought______.

    1. A.
      she was too old to fly kites
    2. B.
      her husband would make fun of her
    3. C.
      she should have been doing her housework
    4. D.
      her girls weren’t supposed to the boy’s games
  2. 2.

    By “we were all beside ourselves writer means that they all ______.

    1. A.
      felt confused
    2. B.
      went wild with joy
    3. C.
      looked on
    4. D.
      forgot their fights
  3. 3.

    What did the author think after the kite-flying?

    1. A.
      The boys must have had more fun than the girls
    2. B.
      They should have finished their work before playing
    3. C.
      Her parents should spend more time with them
    4. D.
      All the others must have forgotten that day
  4. 4.

    Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?

    1. A.
      She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother
    2. B.
      She was reminded of the day they flew kites
    3. C.
      She had finished her work in the kitchen
    4. D.
      She thought it was a great day to play outside
  5. 5.

    The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that ______.

    1. A.
      the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories
    2. B.
      his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life
    3. C.
      childhood friendship means so much to the writer
    4. D.
      people like him really changed a lot after the war
阅读理解。
     It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for "Six days shall you labor and all your work" was taken
seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own
houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
     Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having Brother
caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string (线). It seemed there was no limit to
the heights to which kites would fly today.
     My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she cast a
look toward the window. "Come on, girls! Let's take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute."
     On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her
girls.
     There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys' kites and they
went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then
we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to
earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.
     Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls.
I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday
fights and little jealousies. "Perhaps it's like this in the kingdom of heaven," I thought confusedly.
     It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of
supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly
enough. The strange thing was, we didn't mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none
of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep "the
things that cannot be and yet they are."
     The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some
work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to "go park, see duck."
     "I can't go!" I said. "I have this and this to do, and when I'm through I'll be too tired to walk that far."
     My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. "It's a wonderful day," she
offered,"really warm, yet there's a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?"
     I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories.
"Come on," I told my little girl. "You're right, it's too good a day to miss."
     Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath (余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking
our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely,
but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of-what dark and horrible things?
     "Say!" A smile sipped out from his lips. "Do you remember-no, of course you wouldn't. It probably didn't
make the impression on you as it did on me."
     I hardly dared speak. "Remember what?"
     "I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren't too good. Do you remember
the day we flew the kites?"
1. Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought _____.
A. she was too old to fly kites
B. her husband would make fun of her
C. she should have been doing her how
D. supposed to the don't game
2. By "we were all beside ourselves" writer means that they all _____.
A. felt confused
B. went wild with joy
C. looked on
D. forgot their fights
3. What did they think after the kite-flying?
A. The boys must have had more fun than the girls.
B. They should have finished their work before playing.
C. Her parents should spend more time with them.
D. All the others must have forgotten that day.
4. Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?
A. She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother.
B. She was reminded of the day they flew kites.
C. She had finished her work in the kitchen.
D. She thought it was a great day to play outside.
5. The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that _____.
A. the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories
B. his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life
C. childhood friendship means so much to the writer
D. people like him really changed a lot after the war

It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and all your work” was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.

Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was

no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.

My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she

cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute.”

On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her girls. There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.

Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. “Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven,” I thought confusedly.

It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn’t mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are.”

The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to “go park, see duck.” “I can’t go!” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that far.”

My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. “It’s a wonderful day,” she offered, “really warm, yet there’s a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?”

I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. “Come on,” I told my little girl. “You’re right, it’s too good a day to miss.”

Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath(余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of --- what dark and horrible things?

“Say!” A smile sipped out from his lips. “Do you remember --- no, of course you wouldn’t. It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”

I hardly dared speak. “Remember what?”

“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?”

76. Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought________.

A. she was too old to fly kites              

B. her husband would make fun of her

C. she should have been doing her housework 

D. her girls weren’t supposed to the boy’s games

77. By “we were all beside ourselves writer means that they all ________.

A. felt confused      B. went wild with joy  

C. looked on        D. forgot their fights

78. What did the author think after the kite-flying?

A. The boys must have had more fun than the girls. 

B. They should have finished their work before playing.

C. Her parents should spend more time with them.  

D. All the others must have forgotten that day.

79. Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?

A. She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother. 

B. She was reminded of the day they flew kites.

C. She had finished her work in the kitchen.       

D. She thought it was a great day to play outside.

80. The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that ______.

A. the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories

B. his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life

C. childhood friendship means so much to the writer  

D. people like him really changed a lot after the war

      

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