The summer I was ten, my mother decided to bring us to the world of art. My brother and I were not very excited when we realized what my mother meant. What she meant was that we would have to spend one afternoon a week with her at the Fine Arts Museum. Before each visit to the museum, she made us read about artists and painting styles. It was almost as bad as being in school. Who wants to spend the summer thinking about artists when you could be with your friends at the swimming pool?

     First we had to read about ancient Egyptians and their strange way of painting faces and then go to look at them at the museum. My 12-year-old brother thought this was so funny, but I was not interested. Later we had to learn about artists in the Middle Ages who painted people wearing strange long clothing. We had to look at pictures of fat babies with wings and curly (鬈曲的) hair and with no clothes on flying around the edges of paintings. I certainly couldn't see what was so great about art.

     On our last visit to the museum, something happened when I saw a painting by a woman called Mary. In it, a woman was reading to a child. The colors were soft and gentle, and you could tell by the mother' s expression how happy she was just to be with the child. I couldn't stop looking at this painting ! I wanted to see every painting Mary had ever made! It was really worth looking at so many paintings to find a painter who could interest me so much.

The aim of the mother' s plan was to _________.

  A. take them to visit the museum              B. introduce them to the world of art

  C. ask them to read about artists               D. show them different painting styles

What was the writer' s experience in the museum before the last visit?

  A. She came to feel her mother' s love.   B. She liked many paintings.

  C. She hardly enjoyed herself.             D. She could understand the pictures of fat babies.

What made the writer go through a change that summer?

  A. One of Mary's paintings.           B. A strange way of painting.

  C. Artists in the Middle Ages.          D. Her mother' s instruction.

From the text, we can see _________.

  A. the importance of curiosity          B. the effect of art

  C. the value of learning                D. the power of family education

You must have heard these words like how happy it is to be a child． But would you  16  change places with a child? Think of the years at school: the years  17  living in constant fear of examinations and school  18 ． Every movement you make, every thought you think is  19  by some adults． Think of the  20  you had to go to bed early, you had to eat  21  thing that was supposed to be good for you． Remember  22  “gentle” pressure was given to you with words like “If you don’t do as I say, I will…”． I’m sure you will never forget!

 23  these are only part of child’s  24 ． No matter how kind and loving parents may be, children often  25  from some terrible and illogical  26  since they can’t understand the world around them． They often have such fears in the dark or in the dream． Adults can  27  their fears with other adults  28  children have to face their fears alone．

But the most  29  part of childhood is a period when you  30  to go out of it, the period when you go into adolescence（youth）．Teenagers start to be  31  their parents and this causes them great  32 ． There is a complete lack of self-confidence during this time． Adolescents pay much attention to their  33  and the impression they make on others．They  feel shy, awkward and clumsy（笨拙的）． Feelings are strong and hearts  34  broken． Teenagers  35  moments of great happiness or black despair． And through this period, adults seem to be more unkind than ever．

1.A．willing    B．unhappily          C．friendly             D．honestly

2.A．spent      B．taken         C．had  D．devoted

3.A．results            B．exercises           C．reports      D．teachers

4.A．observed        B．seen           C．known       D．watched

5.A．years      B．times         C．evenings           D．days

6.A．helpful  B．harmful             C．hateful       D．delicious

7.A．what       B．why   C．that  D．how

8.A．Though            B．Even so      C．But    D．Therefore

9.A．difficulties  B．life         C．trouble      D．fears

10.A．gain      B．suffer         C．receive      D．get

11.A．troubles        B．fears          C．diseases    D．worries

12.A．enjoy  B．deliver       C．share         D．break

13.A．while    B．when         C．so      D．however

14.A．exciting         B．interesting     C．painful       D．forgettable

15.A．have     B．need          C．remember               D．begin

16.A．dislike           B．be against      C．cheat         D．be for

17.A．unhappiness  B．interests       C．happiness               D．determination

18.A．confidence            B．patience           C．appearance       D．action

19.A．really  B．truly           C．naturally           D．easily

20.A．pass      B．experience        C．face            D．take

The type of things we remember are different. Although we tend to remember good things in our lives, bad things have a way of sneaking up (悄悄接近) on us. One such thing I remember happened when I was 10 years old.

I decided to ride my bicycle over a near-by stream. I carefully planned the adventure, and asked my friends to go there and have a watch. This was going to be my moment! I started riding down the hill, picking up speed and then pulled up on the handlebars (自行车把手) at the precise moment and landed face-first into the muddy stream! That painful moment is one that I will never forget. As long as I live, I will remember the pain and embarrassment at that moment. When we do something stupid or thoughtless, it has a way of sticking with us. Fortunately, good momories have a way of over-riding the bad ones. I have memories that I gladly remember, like what happened today.

I had my first conversation with my son today. It was not anything profound. It was a simple connection between father and son. It was one of those bonding moments that you can’t plan or force. They just happen on their own. I was walking into the living room where my son sat in bed watching television attentively. Then he looked up at me and pointed to the television and babbled (含糊的说) something. I asked him if he was watching SpongeBob (海绵宝宝) and he nodded his head and said,“Yes”. It was at that moment that his eyes lit up and it was as if we both realized we had communicated. And how happy I was! Sure, at eighteen months, he probably did not realize what communication was like, but his joy at that moment was evident. It was a moment I will remember all my life.

Good or bad, memories can last a lifetime. As for an unpleasant memory, though we can’t forget it we can get lessons from it and it is like a mirror that will warn us against making such mistakes again. As for a good memory, we should try our best to enjoy it during our lifetime. Such moments are the treasures that we store up forever.

1.The author will always remember what happened when he was ten because he          .

A．drew up a careful plan before taking a ride

B．made a fool of himself in face of his friends

C．hurt himself seriously while riding down the hill

D．succeeded in taking a big adventure over a stream

2.The underlined word “profound” in Paragraph 3 probably means   “          ”  .

A．needing much thought

B．simple and easy to solve

C．very funny or interesting

D．that often takes place

3.Why was the author so happy when hearing his son’s answer “YES”?

A．Because his son respected the author and was very understanding.

B．Because it was the fist time he communicated with his little son.

C．Because his little son didn’t make trouble and behaved quite well.

D．Because his son could understand the meaning of SpongeBob.

4.The author mainly tells us in the last paragraph that         .

A．one’s memories can last all one’s lifetime.

B．we should forget the unpleasant memories.

C．good memories are the treasures of our life.

D．how we should deal with our memories.

Mother always said I was born to swim. I was     41     at the amazing fact. If this was true, then why was I afraid of water? I went to swim every summer, but I made    42     progress. I was worried and blamed myself several times. When I watched people swimming    43    , how I wished I had learnt to swim!
The story of how I learnt to swim is dramatic. One summer afternoon, my     44    and I went to the swimming pool to swim. While he was     45   his clothes, I was wandering along the bank of the pool. Suddenly I heard a voice, “    46  !” and then came a big noise and     47   splashes(溅水). Just when I was     48    the swimmer’s skills, I slipped into the pool! I was so afraid that I     49  at once! But the water kept coming towards me and I     50   lots of it. I was moving upside down and trying to reach the    51   . I was struggling very hard to keep my head     52    the water. A(n)    53    was like a hundred years to me. To my surprise, I was able to keep the style! Just then, my father saw me and he seemed to be   54   . He then said, “Calm down, just     55   your arms and legs like this. Right!” And I     56    it! I finally learnt to swim! You can’t imagine how happy I was and I wanted to     57 for joy!
From this experience I learnt that one’s power is     58   . Sometimes you could show that power in an emergency. If you believe that, you will discover the power     59    within yourself and achieve your goals. And one has to stay calm when it’s     60   . To calm down helps you to think clearly and make the best decision.

The summer I was ten,my mother decided to bring us to the world of art.My brother and I were not very excited when we realized what my mother meant.What she meant was not that we could take drawing classes or painting classes but that we would have to spend one afternoon a week with her at the Fine Arts Museum.Before each visit to the museum,she made us read about artists and painting styles(风格).It was almost as bad as being in school.Who wants to spend the summer thinking about artists when you could be with your friends at the swimming pool?

First we had to read about ancient Egyptians(古埃及人)and their strange way of painting faces and then go to look at them at the museum.My 12-year-old brother thought this was so funny,but I was not interested.Later we had to learn about artists in the Middle Ages who painted people wearing strange long clothing.We had to look at pictures of fat babies with wings and curly(卷曲的)hair and with no clothes on flying around the edges of paintings.I certainly couldn’t see what was so great about art.

On our last visit to the museum,something happened when I saw a painting by a woman called Mary.In it,a woman was reading to a child.The colors were soft and gentle,and you could tell by the mother’s expression how happy she was just to be with the child.I couldn’t stop looking at this painting!I wanted to see every painting Mary had ever made!It was really worth looking at so many paintings to find a painter who could interest me so much.

The aim of the mother’s plan was to ________.

A.take them to visit the museum

B.introduce them to the world of art

C.ask them to read about artists

D.show them different painting styles

What was the writer’s experience in the museum before the last visit?

A.She came to feel her mother’s love.

B.She liked many paintings.

C.She hardly enjoyed herself.

D.She could understand the pictures of fat babies.

What made the writer go through a change that summer?

A.One of Mary’s paintings.

B.A strange way of painting.

C.Artists in the Middle Ages.

D.Her mother’s instruction.

From the text,we can see________.

A.the importance of curiosity

B.the effect of art

C.the value of learning

D.the power of family education