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It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel（纪录片） as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
“Jack, did you hear me?”
“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.
Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce (回忆) about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.
“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.
“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.
“He’s the one who taught me carpentry. I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important… Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.
Busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before they had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time, which was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture… Jack stopped suddenly.
“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.
“The box is gone,” he said.
“What box?” Mom asked.
“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most’,” Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
“Now, I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said sadly.
Returning to his office the next day, he found a package on his desk. The return address caught his attention.
“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.
Jack tore open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.
“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, and tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the fine cover, he opened it.
Inside he found these words carved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser.”
“Oh, My God! This is the thing he valued most…”
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his assistant and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” his assistant asked.
“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.
1.Why did Jack think Mr. Belser died years ago?
A. Jack was too busy realizing his dreams to think about Mr. Belser.
B. Jack was too busy with his business and family to think about Mr. Belser.
C. College and career prevented him from remembering Mr. Bleser.
D. His present busy life washed away his childhood memories.
2.Jack’s mother told him on the phone about Mr. Belser EXCEPT that ______.
A. Mr. Belser often asked how Jack was doing
B. Mr. Belser’s funeral would take place on Wednesday
C. Mr. Belser had asked for Jack’s mailing address
D. Mr. Belser had pleasant memories of their time together
3.Why did Jack say he needed some time to spend with his son?
A. He was very tired of his work and wanted to have a good rest.
B. He had promised to spare more time to stay with his son.
C. He had missed his son and his family for days.
D. He came to realize the importance of the time with his family.
4.Which of the following is the most suitable title for this passage?
A. The Good Old Times B. What He Valued Most
C. My lost friend D. The Lost Childhood Days
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It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel（纪录片） as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
“Jack, did you hear me?”
“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.
Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce (回忆) about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.
“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.
“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.
“He’s the one who taught me carpentry. I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important… Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.
Busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before they had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time, which was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture… Jack stopped suddenly.
“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.
“The box is gone,” he said.
“What box?” Mom asked.
“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most’,” Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
“Now, I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said sadly.
Returning to his office the next day, he found a package on his desk. The return address caught his attention.
“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.
Jack tore open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.
“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, and tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the fine cover, he opened it.
Inside he found these words carved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser.”
“Oh, My God! This is the thing he valued most…”
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his assistant and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” his assistant asked.
“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.
1.Why did Jack think Mr. Belser died years ago?
A. College and career prevented him from remembering Mr. Bleser.
B. Jack was too busy with his business and family to think about Mr. Belser.
C. Jack was too busy realizing his dreams to think about Mr. Belser.
D. His present busy life washed away his childhood memories.
2.Jack’s mother told him on the phone about Mr. Belser EXCEPT that ______.
A. Mr. Belser often asked how Jack was doing
B. Mr. Belser’s funeral would take place on Wednesday
C. Mr. Belser had asked for Jack’s mailing address
D. Mr. Belser had pleasant memories of their time together
3.Why did Jack say he needed some time to spend with his son?
A. He was very tired of his work and wanted to have a good rest.
B. He had promised to spare more time to stay with his son.
C. He had missed his son and his family for days.
D. He came to realize the importance of the time with his family.
4.Which of the following is the most suitable title for this passage?
A. The Good Old Times B. What He Valued Most
C. My lost friend D. The Lost Childhood Days
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听力(共两节，满分30分)
第一节(共5小题；每小题1.5分，满分7.5分)
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。
W：I have had four colds this winter and I think I am catching another．
M：I have only had half that many, but my wife has had six．
1．How many colds has the man had?
A．Eight．
B．Two．
C．Four．
M：Sorry．I have forgotten Mary’s address．
W：You forgot again! It’s 1646 Garden Street．
2．What’s Mary’s address?
A．1664 Garden Street．
B．1664 Guard Street．
C．1646 Garden Street．
W：Ten dollars’ worth of stamps, please．
M：With pleasure．Would you like to mail something?
W：Not now, thanks．Here is ten dollars．
3．What does the woman want to do?
A．To buy some stamps．
B．To mail something．
C．To mail some letters．
M：Hello, Della．You’re a bit late today．
W：Yes, Mr．White．I’m sorry,…er…I forgot my book and I…went…
M：You went back for it?
W：Yes．
M：You shouldn’t have gone back for it．You could have shared one．Della, sit down now．
4．What is the probable relationship between the two speakers?
A．Boss and secretary．
B．Teacher and student．
C．Librarian and borrower．
M：What did you think of Dennis?
W：Which one was Dennis? Was he the one who played the piano?
5．What do we learn from the conversation?
A．Dennis was a piano player．
B．The woman didn’t know the pianist, but she knew Dennis．
C．The woman didn’t know who Dennis was．
第二节(共15小题；每小题1.5分，满分22．5分)
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。
M：Alice, it’s almost vacation time．Have you found a summer job yet?
W：I think I can work at the boy’s camp where I worked last summer．But camp jobs don’t pay much．
M：I can get a job at the Friendship Hotel．A friend of mine was a waiter there last summer．The pay was not good, but he got lose of tips．
W：A friend of my sister’s did that one summer．
M：What I want is a job outside．After sitting in college classes all winter, I’d like a job in the open air．
W：The high school kids earn a lot of money every summer cutting grass．My brother is only fourteen, but he gets five dollars every time he cuts someone’s grass．It only takes him an hour．
M：That’s pretty good．I used to cut grass when I was in high school．But now I think I might work for a road-building company, or something like that．
W：It would be good experience．You could learn a lot．
6．What was the woman speaker？
A．A college student．
B．A middle school student．
C．A housewife．
7．What kind of job would the woman like to do?
A．Housework．
B．Office work．
C．Work in the open air．
8．What job might the woman finally take?
A．Working for a road-building company．
B．Cutting grass．
C．Typing letters in the office．
听第7段材料，回答第9～11题。
W：Hello, 577618．
M：Hello! Could I speak to Tom?
W：I’m sorry he’s out．He’s at the cinema at the moment．
M：Is that Mrs．Brown?
W：Yes, this is Tom’s Mother．Do you have anything important to tell Tom? Can I take a message for him?
M：Sure．This is Bill．We’re going to have a picnic next Sunday．Please ask him to bring some delicious food along．
W：OK．I’ll leave the message on his desk．
M：Thanks a lot．Bye!
W：Bye．
9．Where is Tom now?
A．In the school．
B．In a restaurant．
C．At the cinema．
10．Who answers the telephone?
A．Mrs．Brown, Tom’s sister．
B．Mrs．Brown, Tom’s mother．
C．Mrs．Black, Tom’s aunt．
11．What does Bill want Tom to do?
A．Bring some food for the picnic．
B．Bring some toys for the game．
C．Bring some toys for the trip．
听第8段材料，回答第12～14题。
W：What was the party like last night, Jack?
M：Not bad at all, thanks．Why didn’t you come?
W：Well I couldn’t get away from work early．And when I got home．I had a headache, so I had to go straight to bed, but I was over-tired because I wasn’t able to get to sleep for hours．
M：Why didn’t you take some medicine?
W：I don’t like to．I used to take medicine when I had to work overtime, you know．
M：Do you still drink coffee at night?
W：No．But now, I like to drink tea．
M：That’s bad．You must stop it．
12．How was the party like last night?
A．It was good．
B．It failed completely．
C．It was dull．
13．Why couldn’t the woman go to the party last night?
A．Because she wasn’t feeling well．
B．Because she forgot the date．
C．Because she disliked it．
14．What did she drink at night recently?
A．Beer．
B．Coffee．
C．Tea．
听第9段材料，回答第15～17题。
M：How do you do?
W：How do you do?
M：Would you please tell me where you are from?
W：I am from Greece．
M：It’s a beautiful place isn’t it．I hope I’ll go there some day．
W：You are welcome to our country．
M：What’s the climate like in your country?
W：It’s very pleasant．
M：What’s the weather like in spring?
W：In March, it is often windy．It’s always warm in April and May．
M：It’s very hot in summer, isn’t it?
W：Yes, in June, July and August, the sun shines every day．
M：What’s the weather like in autumn?
W：It’s always warm in September and October．It’s often cold in November and it rains sometimes．
M：Is it very cold in winter?
W：Yes, it is．It snows sometimes．
M：I see．
15．What’s the weather like in Greece?
A．Pleasant．
B．Terrible．
C．Neither good nor bad．
16．What’s the weather like in spring?
A．The sun shines every day．
B．It’s often windy in March and always warm in April and May．
C．It’s always warm and never rains．
17．What’s the relationship between the man and the woman?
A．Husband and wife．
B．Friends．
C．A Greek and a stranger．
听第10段材料，回答第18～20题。
Not long ago, Charles White and his family decided to do some spring housecleaning．Sorting through their possessions, they came up with some 1500 old, unwanted items－chairs, warm rugs, lamps, dishes, books, used clothes and all sorts of other things they no longer needed．The Whites decided to do what a lot of other Americans are doing these days－have a “Garage sale”．They posted homemade signs throughout the neighborhood, ran an advertisement in the local newspaper, then sent out the collection of unwanted objects on the front yard of their suburban home in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, and waited to see if anyone would come．The Whites needn’t have worried, eager buyers bought all but 50 or so of the items in one weekend, leaving the family ＄442 richer．
Garage sale, yard sale, basement sale－whatever they’re called and wherever they’re held, Americans are having them in ever－increasing numbers．
18．What did the Whites do before they had the garage sale?
A．They went shopping．
B．They did some housecleaning and sorted the possessions．
C．They made a wonderful picnic in their hometown．
19．Which of the following is not mentioned in the talking?
A．The Whites do not need to worry their “garage sale”．
B．American did not enjoy such sales．
C．The Whites advertised their garage sale．
20．How much money did the Whites make?
A．＄440．
B．＄441．
C．＄442．
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
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