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Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many kindly
relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's father had
managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new suit, with a card
pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New Orleans.
Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father,which
meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing?" Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop that!" I laughed. "Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I
thought I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you want?"
I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh, yes, he
remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in that
airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus.
But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because of
my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus.
" He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
it."
It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled, snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me something I
must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to pedal my plane so fast I will
soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
B Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
B. Miss Sook had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
B. clever
C. naughty
D. trusted
B. A Christmas Memory
C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family
years, Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many
kindly relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's
father had managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new
suit, with a card pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New
Orleans.
Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father. Which
meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing? Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop
that!" I laughed. " Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged
when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as
though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I thought I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you
want?"
I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh,
yes, he remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in
that airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy
salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus.
But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because
of my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go
back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus."
He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
it."
It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I
am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like
snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled,
snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me
something I must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny
postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died
last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to
pedal my plane so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
B. His father was very drunk and had difficulty returning home.
C. He didn't say "I love you" to his father.
D. He had an argument with his father at home.
B. Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
B. Miss had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
B. clever
C. naughty
D. trusted
B. A Christmas Memory
C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family
听力
第一节
听下面5段对话。每段对话后有一个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听完每段对话后，你都有10秒钟的时间来回答有关小题和阅读下一小题。每段对话仅读一遍。
M：How many students passed the College English Examination last term?
W：Well, let me see．1060 students took the exam, but half of them failed．
1．How many students did the woman believe had passed the examination?
A．1060．
B．1016．
C．530．
W：Look here, darling．The paper says people tend to feel unwell if they sleep less than six hours a day．
M：That may be true for you, but it certainly isn’t true for me．
2．What can we conclude from the man’s reply?
A．He wants to have more sleep．
B．His wife doesn’t sleep well．
C．He doesn’t need as much sleep as his wife．
W：Did you see last night’s film on Channel 4?
M：Well, I meant to see it, but a friend of mine came to see me．We had a nice long talk about our school days．
3．What did the man do last night?
A．He watched TV with his friend．
B．He stayed at home talking with his friends．
C．He went to see a film with his friend．
M：Congratulations! I understand you’ve got a job．When will you start to work?
W：You must be thinking of someone else．I’m still waiting to hear the good news．
4．What does the woman mean?
A．She doesn’t need the job．
B．She hasn’t got a job yet．
C．She has got a job．
W：What can I do for you, gentleman? Maybe you like this suit, because the color matches your skin and it is the latest fashion．
M：Yes, it’s really a good suit and it’s a good color．But I just walk around and watch．Thank you just the same．
5．What did the man accept?
A．The color．
B．The suit．
C．Nothing．
第二节
听下面5段对话或独白。每段对话或独白后有几个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听每段对话或独白前，你将有时间阅读各个小题，每小题5秒钟；听完后，各小题将给出5秒钟的作答时间。每段对话或独白读两遍。
听第6段材料，回答第6～8题。
W：Lovely day, isn’t it?
M：Oh yes, beautiful．
W：You’re not English, are you?
M：No, I’m from Italy．But my mother was born and brought up in England．
W：How long have you been learning English?
M：For three years now．
W：For three years? Goodness me! Your English is very good．
M：Thank you．But there’s still a lot more for me to learn．
W：How long are you going to stay in this country?
M：Another two months．Then I’ll have to go back to Italy to start work．
W：A cousin of mine went to Italy last year．He’s an engineer, you know．
M：Really? What did he think of Italy?
W：He must like it very much, because he hasn’t come back yet．I hope you’ll also enjoy your stay in England．
M：Thank you．I’m sure I will．
6．What nationality is the man?
A．Italian．
B．Greek．
C．English．
7．When will the man go back home?
A．In half a year．
B．In about two months．
C．In three years．
8．What does the woman’s cousin do?
A．He is visiting all parts of Italy．
B．He works as an engineer．
C．He is learning English there．
听第7段材料，回答第9～11题。
GIRL：Hello．Is that Uncle George? Where are you? Wait a minute, please．I’ll call Mother, it’s Uncle George．
W：George, dear．Where are you? At the corner of Pine and State Street? Wait there．Michael can come and get you．
M：No．It’s not necessary．We drove the car．Give me the directions．I’ll find my way．
W：Go north on State Street to Main Street．There’s a large square there．Turn left．Continue to King Road．Turn right．Continue on King Road to Seventh Street．Turn left．We’re in the middle of the block．Can you repeat the directions, George?
M：I think so．I have to go north on State Street to Main Street．I turn left to King Road, I continue on King Road．I turn right to Seventh Street．I turn left and go to the middle of the block．
W：That’s it．I’ll see you soon, George．Mary, is the table set?
GIRL：Yes, Mother．Come and look．
W：It looks very pretty．Thank you, Mary．
9．What are Mother and Mary doing when Uncle George calls?
A．They are going to get Uncle George．
B．They are preparing the dinner．
C．They are setting a table．
10．Who answers the telephone?
A．Mary．
B．Mother．
C．Uncle George．
11．Where do Mary and her mother live?
A．At King Road．
B．At Main Street．
C．In the Middle of the block．
听第8段材料，回答第12～14题。
W：Christmas is coming near．Li Ming, would you allow me to ask you a question?
M：Go ahead．
W：Do you celebrate Christmas in your country?
M：It all depends．Most Chinese people don’t celebrate Christmas, but now in many big cities people begin to do．
W：Oh, I see．But in the west it is the biggest holiday of the year．Everyone is busy shopping to get presents for friends and relatives before Christmas Eve．
M：That sounds exciting．
W：Children hang stockings in Christmas trees so that Santa Claus can put some candy and toys into them．
M：Really?I can’t imagine it．
W：In fact, it’s a kind of celebration．
12．Do people in the man’s country celebrate Christmas?
A．People in the countryside do．
B．People in many big cities do．
C．All the people do．
13．What do people in the west do before Christmas Eve?
A．Buying presents for friends and relatives．
B．Staying at home watching TV．
C．Going to the supermarkets to buy daily goods．
14．Why do children hang stockings in Christmas trees?
A．Their parents will give them new pairs．
B．Santa Claus can put candy and toys in them．
C．Santa Claus and toys can sleep in them．
听第9段材料，回答第15～17题。
M：Please, I’d like a ticket to Chicago．
W：For today?
M：No, early Monday morning．
W：We have a flight that will put you there at 9 a. m., is that OK?
M：Nothing earlier? I have an appointment at 8∶30．
W：I’m afraid not, unless you want a night flight．
M：A night flight?
W：Yes, with Northwest Airlines．It will get you there bright and early, at 6∶45 a. m. in fact．Is that too early?
M：I guess that will be OK．What’s the difference in price?
W：Better price．The night flight is cheaper．One way or round trip?
M：One way．Sounds good．I’ll take it．Sixty-two fifty you said?
W：Sixty-three seventy-five with tax．The flight number is 302 at Gate Five, Kennedy Airport．
M：I’ll be there on time．
W：Thank you, Mr．Li．Check-in time is one hour before take-off．Have a good trip．
15．Which flight will the man take?
A．A night flight．
B．An early morning flight．
C．A flight from Chicago．
16．What is the plane’s arrival time?
A．6∶45 a. m．
B．8∶30 a. m．
C．3∶02 p. m．
17．What conclusion can we draw?
A．There’s only one flight to Chicago．
B．A night flight is cheaper than a regular day-time flight．
C．Check-in time is after take-off．
听第10段材料，回答第18～20题。
This topic is about greeting in China．A few years ago, people would greet each other with the words “Have you had your breakfast or lunch or supper?” “Yes, how about you?” Then politely, both would leave with a smile on their faces．
This kind of greeting tells us what people cared about many years ago．For many years, having enough to eat was the most important thing for the Chinese people．The life of most people in China has become much better now．They do not worry about their food and clothing any more．The greeting has changed to “What are you going to do?” or “Where are you going?”
Though the greeting has no other meaning than saying hello, it often puzzles other people who are not familiar with China．Nowadays, more and more people are using “How are you?” to greet each other．It is certainly the best way for people to say hello to each other．
18．What did people mostly care about many years ago?
A．Are you full or hungry?
B．Where are you going?
C．Good manners．
19．What does the change of greetings in China show?
A．People are less polite to each other．
B．People have bad manners now．
C．People’s life is better．
20．Which is the best way for people to say hello to each other?
A．How do you do?
B．How are you?
C．Good morning．