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ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced: "Go ahead everyone. I'll take care of the
dishes!" With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper. Off came the suit coat he
had worn to church that morning. Up went the shirtsleeves. On went that apron. For the next hour Dad
did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow in Mrs.
Murphy's Chowder?"
I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron - even one with race cars - but I never
thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition. It was the last Sunday in August. My father
seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together.
"Tommy," he said letting my name roll off his tongue. My mind raced ahead of his words: The birds
and the bees? A new bike? A part-time job?
"There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities." This was important. I
might even get to back the car out of the driveway.
" Responsibilities?" I asked.
"Yes. It's time you took a greater role in the household." Power tools? Boss my baby brother?
"Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work the
crossword puzzle together."
"The dishes!?"
"Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son?"
I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my
protests would fall on deaf ears.
I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning. Dad seemed in a jovial mood as he described an
exceptional Yankee game seen through the eyes of Mel Allen on the radio last night.
"Mickey Mantle drove the ball right over the center field wall," he said. "Just a straight line climb in
right out of the stadium." He looked out the window as if trying to pick the ball out of the cloud formations. I tried to imagine Mickey Mantle wearing an apron.
Suddenly, everything grew quiet. My sister began to clear the table. My brother was scraping the last
of the egg from his plate. And then that ancient family ritual that had filled so many Sunday mornings came
to an end. My father announced: "Let's go read the paper, Hon."
"Aren't you doing the dishes?" my mother asked in puzzlement.
"Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position."
My brother and sister stopped cold. So this was what my life had come to. A dark angel sat on my
left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class. I could
bench-press my weight. I knew three declensions in Latin, the language of Caesar. Ask me to run
through a rainstorm. Command me to ride the roller coaster - backward. These things I would do. But I
could never do those dishes. There was nothing left but to refuse.
People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son. He came back into the
kitchen just as I was about to storm out. He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his
shirt-ready to relax. In his right hand was the old apron.
"I want you to have this, Tommy. It'll keep your clothes from getting wet." And before I could mount
a protest, he had put the thing on me. "Thanks, Son. Your mother and I appreciate this."
With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper. I looked down at the plastic. It had seen better days.
I could see my dad reaching for the dishes. The dark angel flew off. Soon I was singing about Mrs.
Murphy's chowder. The words came out of nowhere. And out of nowhere I knew the kind of man I
wanted to be.
B. Father was not willing to wash dishes.
C. Mother would wash dishes together with father.
D. Mother used to do the dishes alone.
B. Washing dishes was women's work..
C. Parents should wash dishes.
D. Children should help their parents wash dishes.
B. Mickey Mantle would wash dishes for the author.
C. Father set a good example to the author.
D. The author understood his father at last.
B. humourous
C. responsible
D. generous
B. Father's Apron
C. Father's Responsibility
D. Father's Influence
The ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced: "Go ahead everyone. I'll take care of
the dishes!" With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper. Off came the suit
coat he had worn to church that morning. Up went the shirtsleeves. On went that apron. For the next
hour Dad did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow
in Mrs. Murphy's Chowder?"
I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron - even one with race cars - but I neve
r thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition. It was the last Sunday in August. My
father seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together.
"Tommy," he said letting my name roll off his tongue. My mind raced ahead of his words: The birds
and the bees? A new bike? A part-time job?
"There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities." This was important.
I might even get to back the car out of the driveway.
"Responsibilities?" I asked.
"Yes. It's time you took a greater role in the household." Power tools? Boss my baby brother?
"Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work
the crossword puzzle together."
"The dishes!?"
"Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son?"
I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my
protests would fall on deaf ears.
I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning. Dad seemed in a cheerful mood and was describing
a wonderful baseball game he saw last night.
Suddenly, everything grew quiet. My sister began to clear the table. My brother was finishing the
last of the egg from his plate. And then that ancient family ritual (程序、仪式) that had filled so many
Sunday mornings came to an end. My father announced: "Let's go read the paper, Hon."
"Aren't you doing the dishes?" my mother asked in puzzlement.
"Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position."
My brother and sister stopped cold. So this was what my life had come to. A dark angel sat on
my left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class. I could
bench-press my weight. Ask me to run through a rainstorm. Command me to ride the roller coaster
backward. These things I would do. But I could never do those dishes. There was nothing left but to
refuse.
People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son. He came back into the
kitchen just as I was about to storm out. He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his
shirt- ready to relax. In his right hand was the old apron.
"I want you to have this, Tommy. It'll keep your clothes from getting wet." And before I could
mount a protest, he had put the thing on me. "Thanks, Son. Your mother and I appreciate this."
With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper. I looked down at the plastic. It had seen better
days. I could see my dad reaching for the dishes. The dark angel flew off. Soon I was singing about
Mrs. Murphy's chowder. The words came out of nowhere. And out of nowhere I knew the kind of
man I wanted to be.
B. father was not really willing to wash dishes for the family
C. mother would wash dishes together with father
D. mother used to do the dishes alone
B. Children need to help parents wash dishes.
C. Parents should wash dishes more.
D. Washing dishes was women's work.
B. The writer was asked to run through a rainstorm.
C. The writer's sister offered to wash dishes for him.
D. The writer's mother was happy that he offered to wash dishes.
B. Humorous.
C. Responsible.
D. Generous.
B. tell readers there is always a special chemistry between a father and a son
C. show readers the generation gap is actually something easy to deal with
D. show readers what an ideal relationship between a father and a son is like
From my first day, I was attending press conferences and other media events all over town. I got to attend events at places I had never thought I’d get to: the White House, the Senate and House of Representative buildings at the Capitol (国会大厦), the Department of Health and Human Services, just to name a few. And I was sent to cover these events as if I were a reporter, not just an intern (实习生) .
In fact, I never really felt like an intern. I was given the opportunity to do the work that everyone else at the paper was doing. I covered stories on my own and wrote the articles myself. I was included in discussions for story ideas. I helped to edit the articles that went into the paper. I was able to take part in every aspect of the newspaper that I wanted to experience.
The best part of working at the Nation’s Health was the staff. They were supportive in letting me go out and do things on my own, while I always knew that they would be more than happy to answer any questions or help me with any problems I might have. Best of all, they treated me as their equal, not just an intern whom they could get to do all the work they didn’t want to do.
After interning at the Nation’s Health for nearly seven months and having more than 30 articles published, I had to move on. My experience there gave me insight into how the media work, which helps me when I’m trying to choose stories. In addition, it showed me that work really can be fun.
1.What is the passage mainly about?
A. How good reporting begins with journalism interns.
B. The author’s opportunity to work at the Nation’s Health.
C. The author’s experience working as an intern
D. The author’s first day as a professional reporter.
2.What impressed the author most when working at the Nation’s Health?
A. The employees treated her as one of them equally.
B. The opportunity to work alone.
C. Covering stories and writing articles
D. Coming up with story ideas for the newspaper.
3.We can infer that the author had thought an intern would be made to ____.
A. go to as many places as possible
B. do the boring things that others didn’t want to do
C. treat people equally, no matter who they were.
D. get help from a professional reporter
4.What did the author think of her experience of working at the Notion’s Health?
A. Meaningful B. Disappointing C. Tiring D. Surprising
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Once upon a time, a man was walking on a mountain when he found an incredible cave with all kinds of treasure inside it. So he gave up his job, his home, and his friends, and spent all his time guarding the cave.
He was so dedicated to it that he hardly ate or drank, and before long he fell ill. One day, when he could hardly move at all, he decided to share the treasure.
He crawled into the cave to get a handful of jewels, but discovered, to his horror, that it was empty except for a small emerald (绿宝石). The man took it and gave it to the first person to come by, a woman.
Then an old man came by. “What bad luck!” the man said. “Just a moment ago I gave a woman the last of the treasure I was guarding.”
“Are you sure there is nothing left?” the old man asked.
The man took him into the cave, where they found a chest with jewels and some bags of gold. The man was shocked, and the old man explained to him, “At last! At last! At last someone has broken the spell of this cave. This is the Cave of Treasure, and you’re the first to have passed its great test. Many have dedicated their lives to this cave, only to end up realizing there was nothing here …”
“And why does this happen?” the man asked.
“This magic cave has only as many riches as your own heart. When someone discovers it, the cave fills with the treasure they bring with them, but later, when they have devoted themselves to guarding the treasure, their hearts become empty, as does the cave. The only way to fill it is by filling your heart with all that is good, as you did by giving the woman that last jewel.”
From that day on, the man understood that it was better to share than to keep. Thanks to the cave and the old man, he became noble and generous.
1.Why did the man give up his job, home and friends?
A. Because he possessed a variety of treasure.
B. Because he devoted himself to a great test.
C. Because he had to guard the treasure cave.
D. Because he wanted to find the treasure cave.
2. What did the man find when he showed his cave to the old man?
A. All kinds of treasure. B. A chest with jewels and gold.
C. A small emerald. D. A handful of jewels.
3.What do we learn about the people who dedicated their lives to the cave before?
A. They all found the cave empty at last.
B. The old man freed them from its spell.
C. They all filled the cave with the treasure they had.
D. They thought it was better to share than to enjoy the treasure alone.
4.What can we learn from the text?
A. Different people have different views.
B. Treasure only belongs to those who possess it.
C. Some people never learn what is really valuable.
D. Purely material things cannot make us truly wealthy.
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