阅读理解

  When Albert Einstein was young, he was a quiet child who spent much of his time alone.He was slow to talk and had difficulty in learning to read.

  When Albert was five years old, his father gave him a compass(指南针).Albert was filled with wonder when he discovered that the compass needle(针)always pointed in the same direction-the north.He asked his father and uncle what caused the needle to move.

  Their answers were difficult for Albert to understand.Yet he spent a lot of time thinking about them.He said later that he felt something must be behind things.

  Albert did not like school.The German schools of that time were not pleasant.Students couldn抰 ask questions.Albert said he felt as if he were in prison.

  One day Albert told his uncle Jacob how much he hated school, especially mathematics.His uncle told him to solve mathematical problems by pretending to be a policeman."You are looking for someone," he said, "but you do not know who he is.Call him X.Find him by using your mathematical tools."

  Albert learned to love mathematics.He was studying the complex mathematics of calculus(微积分学)while all his friends were still studying simple mathematics.Instead of playing with friends he thought about things such as "What would happen if people could travel at the speed of light?".

  Albert wanted to teach mathematics and physics.He graduated with honors, but it was a pity that he could not get a teaching job.

(1)

Why did Albert Einstein hate school?

[  ]

A.

He couldn抰 play with his friends there.

B.

Students were not allowed to ask questions.

C.

The schools were like prisons at that time.

D.

He had to learn mathematics that he didn抰 like.

(2)

What does the underlined word "complex" probably mean?

[  ]

A.

Useful.

B.

Difficult

C.

Boring.

D.

Interesting.

(3)

We can learn from the passage that _________.

[  ]

A.

Einstein became a mathematics teacher after graduation

B.

Einstein gradually loved mathematics with his uncle抯 help

C.

learning mathematics is like working as a policeman

D.

Einstein liked playing with other children

(4)

What is the main idea of the passage?

[  ]

A.

How Albert Einstein studied in school.

B.

Something about Albert Einstein抯 early interests.

C.

Something about the young Albert Einstein.

D.

Why Albert Einstein learned more than his classmates

阅读下列短文,从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中,选出最佳选项。

  Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face.Living alone, every day he worked in his garden.In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his.All sorts of flowers grew there, blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower’s place, so that there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.

  Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller.So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans that he’d never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with fruits.The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled, feeling proud of having such a friend.

  The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true friendship.

  In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger.Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see him then.

  “There’s no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts.” The Miller said to his wife, “When people are in trouble they shouldn’t be bothered.So I’ll wait till the spring comes when he’s happy to give me flowers.”

  “You’re certainly very thoughtful,” answered his wife, “It’s quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.”

  “Couldn’t we ask Hans up here?” said their son.“I’ll give him half my meal, and show him my white rabbits.”

  “How silly you are!” cried the Miller.“I really don’t know what’s the use of sending you to school.If Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody’s nature.I am his best friend, and I’ll always watch over him, and see that he’s not led into any temptation.Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour.Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldn’t be confused.The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things.Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son, who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into his tea.

  Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans.Again he talked about friendship.“Hans, friendship never forgets.I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life.See, how lovely your roses are!”

  Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard time of the winter.

  “I’ll give you many good things.I think being generous is the base of friendship.” said the Miller.“And now, as I’ll give you many good things, I’m sure you’d like to give me some flowers in return.Here’s the basket, and fill it quite full.”

  Poor Hans was afraid to say anything.He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Miller’s basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller.

  The next day he heard the Miller calling:“Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to market?”

  “I’m sorry, but I am really very busy today.”

  “Well,” said the Miller, “considering that I’m going to give you my things, it’s rather unfriendly of you to refuse.Upon my word, you mustn’t mind my speaking quite plainly to you.”

  Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry and wasted.

  One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.

  “Hans,” cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I’m going for the Doctor.But he lives so far away, and it’s such a bad windy night.It has just occurred to me that you can go instead of me.You know I’m going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me in return.”

  “Certainly,” cried Hans.He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the Miller’s house in time to save the boy.However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a deep pool, drowned.

  At Hans’ funeral, the Miller said, “I was his best friend.I should walk at the head of the procession.” Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.

(1)

From the passage, we can learn that Hans _________.

[  ]

A.

was extremely wise and noble

B.

was highly valued by the Miller

C.

admired the Miller very much

D.

had a strong desire for fortune

(2)

“Flour is one thing, and friendship is another” can be understood as _________.

[  ]

A.

“Different words may mean quite different things.”

B.

“Interest is permanent while friendship is flexible.”

C.

“I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life.”

D.

“I think being generous is the base of friendship.”

(3)

From the Miller’s talk at home, we can see he was _________.

[  ]

A.

serious but kind

B.

helpful and generous

C.

caring but strict

D.

selfish and cold-hearted

(4)

What’s the main cause of Hans’ tragedy?

[  ]

A.

True friendship between them.

B.

A lack of formal education.

C.

A sudden change of weather.

D.

Blind devotion to a friend.

(5)

The author described the Miller’s behavior in order to _________.

[  ]

A.

entertain the readers with an incredible joking tale

B.

show the friendship between Hans and the Miller

C.

warn the readers about the danger of a false friend

D.

persuade people to be as intelligent as the Miller

阅读理解

  Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face.Living alone, every day he worked in his garden.In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his.All sorts of flowers grew there, blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower's place, so that there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.

  Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller.So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans that he'd never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with fruits.The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled, feeling proud of having such a friend.

  The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true friendship.

  In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger.Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see him then.

  “There's no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts.” The Miller said to his wife, “When people are in trouble they shouldn't be bothered.So I'll wait till the spring comes when he's happy to give me flowers.”

  “You're certainly very thoughtful,” answered his wife, “It's quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.”

  “Couldn't we ask Hans up here?” said their son.“I'll give him half my meal, and show him my white rabbits.”

  “How silly you are!” cried the Miller.“I really don't know what's the use of sending you to school.If Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody's nature.I am his best friend, and I'll always watch over him, and see that he's not led into any temptation.Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour.Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldn't be confused.The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things.Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son, who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into his tea.

  Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans.Again he talked about friendship.“Hans, friendship never forgets.I'm afraid you don't understand the poetry of life.See, how lovely your roses are!”

  Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard time of the winter.

  “I'll give you many good things.I think being generous is the base of friendship.” said the Miller.“And now, as I'll give you many good things, I'm sure you'd like to give me some flowers in return.Here's the basket, and fill it quite full.”

  Poor Hans was afraid to say anything.He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Miller's basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller.

  The next day he heard the Miller calling:“Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to market?”

  “I'm sorry, but I am really very busy today.”

  “Well,” said the Miller, “considering that I'm going to give you my things, it's rather unfriendly of you to refuse.Upon my word, you mustn't mind my speaking quite plainly to you.”

  Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry and wasted.

  One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.

  “Hans,” cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I'm going for the Doctor.But he lives so far away, and it's such a bad windy night.It has just occurred to me that you can go instead of me.You know I'm going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me in return.”

  “Certainly,” cried Hans.He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the Miller's house in time to save the boy.However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a deep pool, drowned.

  At Hans' funeral, the Miller said, “I was his best friend.I should walk at the head of the procession.” Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.

(1)

Flour is one thing, and friendship is another” can be understood as ________.

[  ]

A.

“Different words may mean quite different things.”

B.

“Interest is permanent while friendship is flexible.”

C.

“I'm afraid you don't understand the poetry of life.”

D.

“I think being generous is the base of friendship.”

(2)

From the passage, we can learn that Hans ________.

[  ]

A.

was extremely wise and noble

B.

was highly valued by the Miller

C.

admired the Miller very much

D.

had a strong desire for fortune

(3)

The author described the Miller's behavior in order to ________.

[  ]

A.

warn the readers about the danger of a false friend

B.

show the friendship between Hans and the Miller

C.

entertain the readers with an incredible joking tale

D.

persuade people to be as intelligent as the Miller

(4)

What's the main cause of Hans' tragedy?

[  ]

A.

True friendship between them.

B.

A lack of formal education.

C.

A sudden change of weather.

D.

Blind devotion to a friend.

(5)

From the Miller's talk at home, we can see he was ________.

[  ]

A.

serious but kind

B.

selfish and cold-hearted

C.

caring but strict

D.

helpful and generous

Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He stopped by the fence in front of the house where he lived with his aunt Polly. He looked at it, and all joy left him. The fence was long and high. He put the brush into the whitewash and moved it along the top of the fence. He repeated the operation. He felt he could not continue and sat down.

He knew that his friends would arrive soon with all kinds of interesting plans for the day. They would walk past him and laugh. They would make jokes about his having to work on a beautiful summer Saturday. The thought burned him like fire.

He put his hand into his pockets and took out all that he owned. Perhaps he could find some way to pay someone to do the whitewashing for him. But there was nothing of value in his pockets —nothing that could buy even half an hour of freedom. So he put the bits of toys back into his pockets and gave up the idea. At this dark and hopeless moment, a wonderful idea came to him. It filled his mind with a great, bright light. Calmly he picked up the brush and started again to whitewash.

While Tom was working, Ben Rogers appeared. Ben was eating an apple as he walked along the street. As he walked along, he was making noises like the sound of a riverboat. First he shouted loudly, like a boat captain. Then he said “Ding-Dong-Dong”, “Ding-Dong-Dong” again and again, like the bell of a riverboat. And he made other strange noises. When he came close to Tom, he stopped.

Tom went on whitewashing. He did not look at Ben. Ben stared a moment and then said: “Hello! I’m going swimming, but you can’t go, can you?”

No answer. Tom moved his brush carefully along the fence and looked at the result with the eye of an artist. Ben came nearer. Tom’s mouth watered for the apple, but he kept on working.

Ben said, “Hello, old fellow, you’ve got to work, hey?”

Tom turned suddenly and said, “Why, it’s you, Ben! I wasn’t noticing.”

“Say —I’m going swimming. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d rather work — wouldn’t you? Of course you would.”

Tom looked at the boy a bit, and said “What do you call work?”

“Why, isn’t that work?”? Tom went back to his whitewashing, and answered carelessly.

“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it isn’t. All I know is, it suits Tom Sawyer.”

“Oh come, now, you don’t mean to say that you like it?”? The brush continued to move.

“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I shouldn’t like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”

Ben stopped eating his apple. Tom moved his brush back and forth, stepped back to look at the result, added a touch here and there, and stepped back again. Ben watched every move and got more and more interested. Soon he said,

“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”

Tom thought for a moment, was about to agree; but he changed his mind.

“No —no —it won’t do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly wants this fence to be perfect. It has got to be done very carefully. I don’t think there is one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it well enough.”

“No —is that so? Oh come, now —let me just try. Only just a little.” “Ben, I’d like to, but if it isn’t done right, I’m afraid Aunt Polly … ”

“Oh, I’ll be careful. Now let me try. Say —I’ll give you the core of? my apple.”

“Well, here —No, Ben, now don’t. I’m afraid …”

“I’ll give you all of it.”

Tom gave up the brush with unwillingness on his face, but joy in his heart. And while Ben worked at the fence in the hot sun, Tom sat under a tree, eating the apple, and planning how to get more help. There were enough boys. Each one came to laugh, but remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was tired, Tom sold the next chance to Billy for a kite; and when Billy was tired, Johnny bought in for a dead rat —and so on, hour after hour. And when the middle of the afternoon came, Tom had won many treasures.

And he had not worked. He had had a nice idle time all the time, with plenty of company and the fence had been whitewashed three times. If he hadn’t run out of whitewash, Tom would have owned everything belonging to his friends.

He had discovered a great law of human action, namely, that in order to make a man or a boy want a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to get.

1.Why did Tom take all his bits of toys out of his pockets?

A. Because he is tired and wanted to play with his toys.

B. Because he wanted to throw his toys away.

C. Because he wanted to give his toys to his friends.

D. Because he wanted to know if he could buy help with his toys.

2.Tom was about to agree to let Ben whitewash when he changed his mind because ____________.

A. Tom wanted to do the whitewashing by himself

B. Tom planned to make Ben give up his apple first

C. Tom was unwilling to let Ben do the whitewashing

D. Tom was afraid Ben would do the whitewashing better.

3.What made Ben Rogers eagerly gave up his apple and offer to brush the fence for Tom?

A. His warm heart and kindness to friends.?????????????

B. His curiosity about Tom’s brushing job.

C. Tom’s threat.????????????? ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? ?????????????

D. Aunt Polly’s idea.

4.Which of the following is the most suitable title for this passage?

A. The Happy Whitewasher ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? ?????????????

B. Tom And His Fellows

C. Whitewashing A Fence????????????? ????????????? ? ????????????? ????????????? ?????????????

D. How To Make The Things Difficult To Get

 

阅读理解。

     Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face. Living alone, every day he worked
in his garden. In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his. All sorts of flowers grew there,
blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower's place, so that
there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.
     Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller. So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans
that he'd never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or
filling his pockets with fruits. The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled,
feeling proud of having such a friend.
     The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had
hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and
nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true
friendship.
     In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or
flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger. Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see
him then.
     "There's no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts." The Miller said to his wife, "When
people are in trouble they shouldn't be bothered. So I'll wait till the spring comes when he's happy to give me flowers."
     "You're certainly very thoughtful," answered his wife, "It's quite a treat to hear you talk abou
t friendship."
     "Couldn't we ask Hans up here?" said their son. "I'll give him half my meal, and show him my white
rabbits."
     "How silly you are!" cried the Miller. "I really don't know what's the use of sending you to school. If
Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious,
and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody's nature. I am his best friend, and I'll always
watch over him, and see that he's not led into any temptation. Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask
me for some flour. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldn't be confused. The
words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things. Everybody can see that." He looked seriously
at his son, who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into
his tears.
     Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans. Again he talked about friendship. "Hans, friendship
never forgets. I'm afraid you don't understand the poetry of life. See, how lovely your roses are!"
     Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard
time of the winter.
     "I'll give you many good things. I think being generous is the base of friendship." said the Miller. "And
now, as I'll give you many good things, I'm sure you'd like to give me some flowers in return. Here's the
basket, and fill it quite full."
     Poor Hans was afraid to say anything. He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Miller's
basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller.
    The next day he heard the Miller calling: "Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to
market?"
     "I'm sorry, but I am really very busy today."
     "Well," said the Miller, "considering that I'm going to give you my things, it's rather unfriendly of you
to refuse. Upon my word, you mustn't mind my speaking quite plainly to you."
     Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry
and wasted.
     One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.
     "Hans," cried the Miller, "My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I'm going for the
Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it's such a bad windy night. It has just occurred to me that you can
go instead of me. You know I'm going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me
in return."
     "Certainly," cried Hans. He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the
Miller's house in time to save the boy. However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a
deep pool, drowned.
     At Hans' funeral, the Miller said, "I was his best friend. I should walk at the head of the procession."
Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.