He was 50 years old when I was born, and a "Mr. Mom" long before anyone had a name for it. I didn't know why he was home instead of Mom, but I was young and the only one of my friends who had their dads around. I considered myself very lucky.

  Dad did so many things for me during my grade-school years. He asked the school bus driver to pick me up at my house instead of the usual bus stop that was six blocks away. He always had my lunch ready for me when I came home----usually a peanut butter and sandwich that was shaped for the season. My favorite was at Christmas. The sandwiches would be covered with green sugar and cut in the shape of a tree.

  As I got a little older and tried to gain my independence, I wanted to move away from those "childish" signs of his love. But he wasn't going to give up. In high school and no longer able to go home for lunch, I began taking my own. Dad would get up a little earlier and make it for me. I never knew what to expect. The outside of the bag might be covered with his way of a mountain scene （it became his trademark）or a heart with the word "Dad-n-Angle" in its center. Inside there would be a note with that same heart or an “I love you”. Many times he would write a joke or a riddle. He always had some silly saying to make me smile and let me know that he loved me.

   I used to hide my lunch so no one would see the bag or read the note, but that didn't last long. One of my friends saw the note one day, caught it, and passed it around the lunch room. My face burned. To my astonishment, the next day all my friends were waiting to see the note. From the way they acted, I think they all wished they had someone who showed them that kind of love. I was so proud to have him as my father. Throughout the rest of my high school years, I received those notes, and still have a majority of them.

    And still it didn't end．When I left home for college（the last one to leave）, I thought the messages would stop．But my friends and I were glad that his action continued.

    I began getting letters almost every Friday．The front-desk worker always knew who the letters were from----the return address said, “The Hunk.” Many times the envelopes were addressed in crayon, and along with the enclosed letters were usually drawings of our cat and dog, pictures of him and mom and if I had been home the weekend before, of me racing around town with friends and using the house as a hotel．He also had his mountain scene and the hearten-cased inscription （题词）,“Dad-n-Angie”.

1．The author lists so many details in order to show        .

   A．she had a childish father                B．she had a caring father

    C．her father didn’t want her to be lonely    D．her father was not manly enough

2．The author tried to hide her lunch from her friends because        .

  A．she did not want her friends to share her father's love

  B．she did not like her father's notes

  C．the food had been badly prepared

  D．she was afraid her friends might laugh at her

3．"He was 50 years old when I was born, and a ' Mr．Mom' long before anyone had a name for it．Here "Mr．Mom" means          .

  A．a mother who works outside to support the family

  B．a father who is responsible for doing housework

  C．a mother who is responsible for doing housework

  D．a father who cares too much for his children.

4．Her father didn't give her independence when the author grew a little older because        .

   A．she had no mother and needed someone to look after her

  B．she was not clever and needed someone to help her

  C．she had no ability to do things all by herself

      D．he loved his youngest daughter very much

A few months ago, I had the responsibility of delivering some donations to the local City Mission, a place where the homeless, and often the injured can find shelter from a life that has been turned upside down for them．

It was late autumn, and already the promise of winter was whispering through the open windows of the Mission’s storage area．

After setting the donations near the storing table, I said goodbye to the worker, and headed back through the dining area towards the door．

I was careful not to notice the people sitting at the tables, choosing to leave before feeling the guilt of my “having”, in the midest of so many who have nothing．

But it was not to be．

“Not yet,” I heard a woman’s voice say, “Not till we pray．”

I was behind them when the mother bowed her head and began one of the most heartfelt prayers I have ever heard, and I stopped where I was to look over at the table, A young mother was there with her two young boys, one about three years old on her left; the other, about five, on her right． Both were waiting , heads bowed, eyes closed．

My heart broke as I watched and listened． She was in a leg cast, and scars covered her arms, her face and head．

One of the younger ladies working at the Mission had come to stand beside me, and she whispered, “She’s a single mom; her husband just took off one day and didn’t come back． She came here when their apartment caught fire． She was burned getting her kids out．”

She started to say something else but stopped．

We were silent…and the words this young mother said in our silence will always follow me, “…and thanks for the fruit on the ground, when I just can’t reach the tree．”

56．What did the author go to the local Cith Mission to do?

       A．To send some things there．        

       B．To donate some food to the poor．

       C．To take care of the homeless．    

       D．To find a job there as a volunteer．

57． By saying“Not yet”, the woman probably wanted to _____________．

       A．thank the author for sending the food   

       B．ask her children to pray before eating

       C．blame those who have too much         

       D．pray for the happiness of her children

58．Why did the woman come to the City Mission?

       A．Because her husband left her and her children．        

       B．Because she suffered from a serious disease．

      C．Because her house caught fire suddenly．             

       D．Because she was out of work．

59．From the last paragraph, we can infer that the woman was________．

      A．happy to find the fallen fruit on the ground．         

       B．regretful for not climbing the tree for the fruit．

      C．satisfied to pick up the fruit for her children．        

       D．grateful for the help she received．

A few months ago, I had the responsibility of delivering some donations (捐赠物) to the local City Mission, a place where the homeless, and often the injured can find shelter from a life that has been turned upside down for them.

It was late autumn, and already the promise of winter was whispering through the open windows of the Mission's storage area.

After setting the donations near the sorting table, I said goodbye to the worker, and headed back through the dining area towards the door.

I was careful not to notice the people sitting at the tables, choosing to leave before feeling the guilt (罪过) of my " having", in the midst of so many who have nothing.

But it was not to be.

"Not yet," I heard a woman's voice say. "Not till we pray (祈祷)."

I was behind them when the mother bowed her head and began one of the most heartfelt prayers I have ever heard, and I stopped where I was to look over at the table.  A young mother was there with her two young boys, one about three years old on her left, the other, about five, on her right. Both were waiting, heads bowed, eyes closed.

My heart broke as I watched and listened. She was in a leg cast (腿上打着石膏), and scars (伤疤) covered her arms, her face and head.

One of the younger ladies working at the Mission had come to stand beside me, and she whispered, "She's a single mom; her husband just took off one day and didn't come back. She came here when their apartment caught fire. She was burned getting her kids out."

She started to say something else but stopped.

We were silent ... and the words this young mother said in our silence will always follow me, "... and thanks for the fruit on the ground, when I just can't reach the tree."

54. By saying "Not yet", the woman probably wanted to______.

A. thank the author for sending the food   B. ask her children to pray before eating

C. blame those who have too much       D. pray for the happiness of her children

55. Why did the woman come to the City Mission?

A. Because her husband left her and her children.

B. Because she suffered from a serious disease.

C. Because her house caught fire suddenly.

D. Because she was out of work.

56. From the last paragraph, we can infer that the woman was ______.

A. happy to find the fallen fruit on the ground

B. regretful for not climbing the tree for the fruit

C. satisfied to pick up the fruit for her children

D. grateful very much for the help she received

A few months ago, I had the responsibility of delivering some donations (捐赠物) to the local City Mission, a place where the homeless, and often the injured can find shelter from a life that has been turned upside down for them.
It was late autumn, and already the promise of winter was whispering through the open windows of the Mission's storage area.
After setting the donations near the sorting table, I said goodbye to the worker, and headed back through the dining area towards the door.
I was careful not to notice the people sitting at the tables, choosing to leave before feeling the guilt (罪过) of my " having", in the midst of so many who have nothing.
But it was not to be.
"Not yet," I heard a woman's voice say. "Not till we pray (祈祷)."
I was behind them when the mother bowed her head and began one of the most heartfelt prayers I have ever heard, and I stopped where I was to look over at the table.  A young mother was there with her two young boys, one about three years old on her left, the other, about five, on her right. Both were waiting, heads bowed, eyes closed.
My heart broke as I watched and listened. She was in a leg cast (腿上打着石膏), and scars (伤疤) covered her arms, her face and head.
One of the younger ladies working at the Mission had come to stand beside me, and she whispered, "She's a single mom; her husband just took off one day and didn't come back. She came here when their apartment caught fire. She was burned getting her kids out."
She started to say something else but stopped.
We were silent ... and the words this young mother said in our silence will always follow me, "... and thanks for the fruit on the ground, when I just can't reach the tree."

1. 1.

   By saying "Not yet", the woman probably wanted to______.

   1. A.
      thank the author for sending the food  
   2. B.
      ask her children to pray before eating
   3. C.
      blame those who have too much      
   4. D.
      pray for the happiness of her children
2. 2.

   Why did the woman come to the City Mission?

   1. A.
      Because her husband left her and her children.
   2. B.
      Because she suffered from a serious disease.
   3. C.
      Because her house caught fire suddenly.
   4. D.
      Because she was out of work.
3. 3.

   From the last paragraph, we can infer that the woman was ______.

   1. A.
      happy to find the fallen fruit on the ground
   2. B.
      regretful for not climbing the tree for the fruit
   3. C.
      satisfied to pick up the fruit for her children
   4. D.
      grateful very much for the help she received