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I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she’d said again, “it’s for Elizabeth.”
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.
My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace—it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--- a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded(折叠) and refolded many times.
Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
【小题1】The writer began to love her mother’s desk____________.
A.after Mother died. |
B.before she became a writer. |
C.when she was a child |
D.when Mother gave it to her |
A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter |
B.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done |
C.mother cared much about her daughter in words |
D.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words |
A.deep understanding between the old and the young |
B.different ideas between the mother and the daughter |
C.free talks between mother daughter |
D.part of the sea going far in land |
A.She had never received the letter. |
B.For years, she often talked about the letter. |
C.She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life. |
D.She read the letter again and again till she died. |
A.My Letter to Mother | B.Mother and Children |
C.My Mother’s Desk | D.Talks between Mother and Me |
I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she’d said again, “it’s for Elizabeth.”
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.
My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace—it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--- a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded(折叠) and refolded many times.
Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
1.The writer began to love her mother’s desk____________.
A. after Mother died.
B. before she became a writer.
C. when she was a child
D. when Mother gave it to her
2. The passage shows that _____________.
A. mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter
B. mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done
C. mother cared much about her daughter in words
D. mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
3.The word “gulf” in the passage means ____________.
A. deep understanding between the old and the young
B. different ideas between the mother and the daughter
C. free talks between mother daughter
D. part of the sea going far in land
4.What did mother do with her daughter’s letter?
A. She had never received the letter.
B. For years, she often talked about the letter.
C. She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life.
D. She read the letter again and again till she died.
5.What is the best title of the passage?
A. My Letter to Mother B. Mother and Children
C. My Mother’s Desk D. Talks between Mother and Me
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Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she’d said again, “it’s for Elizabeth.”
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.
My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace—it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--- a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded(折叠) and refolded many times.
Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
小题1:The writer began to love her mother’s desk____________.
A.after Mother died. |
B.before she became a writer. |
C.when she was a child |
D.when Mother gave it to her |
A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter |
B.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done |
C.mother cared much about her daughter in words |
D.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words |
A.deep understanding between the old and the young |
B.different ideas between the mother and the daughter |
C.free talks between mother daughter |
D.part of the sea going far in land |
A.She had never received the letter. |
B.For years, she often talked about the letter. |
C.She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life. |
D.She read the letter again and again till she died. |
A.My Letter to Mother | B.Mother and Children |
C.My Mother’s Desk | D.Talks between Mother and Me |
I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she’d said again, “it’s for Elizabeth.”
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.
My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace—it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--- a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded(折叠) and refolded many times.
Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
52. The writer began to love her mother’s desk____________.
A. after Mother died.
B. before she became a writer.
C. when she was a child
D. when Mother gave it to her
53. The passage shows that _____________.
A. mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter
B. mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done
C. mother cared much about her daughter in words
D. mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
54. The word “gulf” in the passage means ____________.
A. deep understanding between the old and the young
B. different ideas between the mother and the daughter
C. free talks between mother daughter
D. part of the sea going far in land
55. What did mother do with her daughter’s letter?
A. She had never received the letter.
B. For years, she often talked about the letter.
C. She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life.
D. She read the letter again and again till she died.
56. What is the best title of the passage?
A. My Letter to Mother B. Mother and Children
C. My Mother’s Desk D. Talks between Mother and Me
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I stood there listening to my father shout at the top of his voice. The look on his face said that one of us had done something wrong. "Which one of you did this?" We all looked down at the step. There was child's 1 in chalk there. I was very 2 . I hoped no one could see it. Would he 3 it was me? I was so scared. When he asked me, I lied, "Not me, Dad." The others denied (否认) it as well. Of course, we all knew that one of us 4 have done it. But as the youngest and smallest of the three, I just couldn't find the courage (勇气) to tell the 5 . To 6 out who had written on the step, Father gave us each a piece of paper and a pencil. "I want each of you to write exactly 7 you see on the step." I tried my best to write the words 8 . I didn't want dad to be able to tell it was me. He gathered up our pieces of paper and looked at them, "Since 9 of you will admit (承认) to have done it, then I will punish you all." I stood there and said nothing. The last thing I 10 was for Dad to punish me! "I did it." My sister stepped forward and said she had done something she hadn' t. She was grounded (受 处罚) for a month. We didn't talk about that day for many years. Not until we were all older and I knew it was 11 to finally tell my dad it was really me. I always felt 12 because of it. That was the last time I let anyone take the blame for me. | ||||
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