I told you _______ that car, and now look what’s happened.

I told you _______ that car, and now look what’s happened.

“It hurts me more than you”, and “This is for your own good” These are the statements my mother used to make years ago when I had to learn Latin, clean my room, stay home and do homework.

That was before we entered the permissive period in education when we decided it was all right not to push our children to do their best in school. The schools and the educators made it easy on us. They thought that it was all right to be parents who take a let-alone policy. We stopped making our children do homework. We gave them calculators, turned on the television, left them to the teachers and went on holidays.

Now teachers, faced with children who have been developing at their own pace for the past 15 years, are realizing we’ve made a terrible mistake. One such teacher is Sharon Klompus who says of her students-so passive-and wonders what happened. Nothing was demanded of them, she believes. Television, says Klompus, contributes to children’s passivity. “"We’re talking about a generation of kids who’ve never been hungry. They have learned somebody will always do it for them. Instead of saying “go look it up”, you tell them the answer. It takes great energy to say no to  kids.”

Yes, it does. It takes energy and it takes work. It’s time for parents to end their holidays and come back to work. It’s time to take the car away, to turn TV off, to tell them it hurts you more than them but it’s for their own good. It’s s time to start telling them no again.

1．We learn from the passage that the author’s mother used to pay much attention to         .

       A．learning Latin                                      B．teaching her child by punishment

       C．avoiding spoiling her child                     D．school education

2．By “permissive period in education” the author means a time         .

       A．when children are allowed to do what they wish to

       B．when calculators are left to the teachers

       C．when it is easy for us to be parents

       D．when it is hard for children to do their best in school.

3．Children are now becoming more inactive in study because         .

       A．they watch too much TV                      B．they have done too much homework

       C．they’ve to do too many duties               D．teachers are too strict with them

4．To such children as told in the passage         .

       A．it is easier to say no than to say yes

       B．neither to say yes or to say no is easy

       C．it is easier to say yes than to say no

       D．neither to say yes or to say no is difficult

5．What is the author’s attitude towards the let-alone policy?

       A．The author is for is

       B．We don’t know yet from the present passage

       C．The author is against it

       D．The author is neither against or for it

My good thing happened when I was 18 years old I was trying to  1  home to Maryland from visiting friends in Texas. I was going up the road and all of a sudden my car  2  just not go .It was a Sunday and cold outside. The only person I could  3  was an old man who owned a tow truck.?

When he got to me ,I  4  he was too old to  5  hook up （钩住）my car. He was probably around age 75 or older,  6   he was freezing, too. Actually, he pulled my  7 to a small Texas town about an hour’s drive from the middle of nowhere  8  I had broken  down. So, I  9  a motel（汽车旅馆）.The next day ,the auto shop called and said I needed a new  10  in my car !There was something wrong with my motor. I asked if I could just  11  the car there for them .They could use it for parts  12  the shell of the car was fine.?

They said  13  — the man who pulled the car in told them to  14  a new motor and send me on my way !When I picked up the car ,there was a（n）  15  that told me to just do nice things for people when I got into a 16  position in life and it would always come back to me .That was what he wanted me to do as  17  for the new motor .He would not let  18  tell me how to contact him.

Now, every time I see someone in  19 I try to do all I can for them. I will never forget this man’s generosity and care for his fellow human being !I will 20  do what you ask me to do ,and I know you are up in heaven watching since I was only 18 at the time and now I′m 40,but never got to say thanks!?

1．A．go                     B．leave                       C．drive                      D．return

2．A．should               B．need                      C．could                      D．would

3．A．turn to               B．turn over               C．turn out                  D．turn down

4．A．recognized         B．thought                   C．imagined                 D．knew

5．A．surely                B．completely              C．ever                       D．even

6．A．so                     B．and                         C．or                          D．but

7．A．car                    B．taxi                         C．truck                      D．motor

8．A．which               B．that                        C．wherever                D．where

9．A．checked in         B．pay off                   C．looked over             D．passed through

10．A．equipment        B．engine                     C．device                    D．part

11．A．buy                 B．forget                     C．leave                      D．lend

12．A．since               B．when                      C．before                    D．after

13．A．yes                  B．no                          C．hello                       D．sorry

14．A．put in              B．pay for                   C．look up                  D．break down

15．A．text                B．message                 C．e-mail                     D．note

16．A．poorer             B．worse                     C．better                            D．happier

17．A．favor               B．payment                  C．gift                         D．pleasure

18．A．anyone            B．everyone                 C．none                       D．someone

19．A．need                B．store                       C．life                         D．touch

20．A．seldom            B?never                      C．sometimes                     D．always

When my grandfather died, my 83-year-old grandmother, once so full of life, slowly began to fade. No longer able to manage a home of her own, she moved in with my mother, where she was visited often by other members of her large, loving family. Although she still had her good days, it was often hard to arouse her interest.

But one chilly December afternoon three years ago, my daughter Meagan, then eight, and I were visiting her, when she noticed that Meagan was carrying her favorite doll.

“I, too, had a special doll when I was a little girl,” she told a wide-eyed Meagan. “I got it one Christmas when I was about your age. I lived in an old farmhouse in Maine, with Mom, Dad and my four sisters, and the very first gift I opened that Christmas was the most beautiful doll you’d ever want to see.”

“She had an elegant, hand-painted face, and her long brown hair was pulled back with a big pink bow. Her eyes were blue, and they opened and closed. I remember she had a body of kidskin, and her arms and legs bent at the joints.”

GG’s voice dropped low, taking on an almost respectful tone. “My doll was dressed in a pretty pink gown, decorated with fine lace. … Getting such a fine doll was like a miracle for a little farm girl like me — my parents must have had to sacrifice so much to afford it. But how happy I was that morning!”

GG’s eyes filled and her voice shook with emotion as she recalled that Christmas of long ago. “I played with my doll all morning long. And then it happened. My mother called us to the dining room for Christmas dinner and I laid my new doll down gently on the hall table. But as I went to join the family at the table, I heard a loud crash.”

“I hardly had to turn around — I knew it was my precious doll. And it was. Her lace skirt had hung down from the table just enough for my baby sister to reach up and pull on it. When I ran in, there lay my beautiful doll on the floor, her face smashed into a dozen pieces. She was gone forever.”

A few years later, GG’s baby sister was also gone, she told Meagan, a victim of pneumonia(肺炎). Now the tears in her eyes spilled over — tears, I knew, not only for a lost doll and a lost sister, but for a lost time.

Silent for the rest of the visit, Meagan was no sooner in the car going home than she exclaimed, “Mom, I have a great idea! Let’s get GG a new doll for Christmas. Then she won’t cry when she thinks about it.”

My heart filled with pride as I listened to my sympathetic little daughter. But where would we find a doll to match GG’s fond memories?

Where there’s a will, as they say, there’s a way. When I told my best friends, Liz and Chris, about my problem, Liz put me in touch with a local doll-make. From a doll supply house I ordered a long brown hair and a kidskin body to copy the outfit GG had so lovingly described. Liz volunteered to put the doll together, and Chris helped me make the doll’s outfit. Meagan wrote the story of the lost doll by giving examples.

Finally our creation was finished. To our eyes it was perfect. But there was no way it could be exactly like the doll GG had loved so much and lost. Would she think it looked anything like it?

On Christmas Eve, Meagan and I carried our happily packed gift to GG, where she sat surrounded by children, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins. “It’s for you,” Meagan said, “but first you have to read the story that goes with it.”

GG no sooner got through the first page than her voice cracked and she was unable to go on, but Meagan took over where she left off. Then it was time to open her present.

I’ll never forget the look on GG’s face as she lifted the doll and held it to her chest. Once again her tears fell, but this time they were tears of joy. Holding the doll in her frail arms, she repeated over and over again, “She’s exactly like my old doll, exactly like her.” 

And perhaps she wasn’t saying that just to be kind. Perhaps however impossible it seemed, we had managed to produce a close copy of the doll she remembered. But as I watched my eight-year-old daughter and her great-grandmother examining the doll together, I thought of a likelier explanation. What GG really recognized, perhaps, was the love that inspired the gift. And love, wherever it comes from, always looks the same.

1.GG moved in with her daughter because____.

A．she wanted to live with a large family

B．she was not able to live on her own due to her weakness

C．her husband passed away

D．she thought it was the children’s obligation to take care of her

2.Why did GG become very emotional on a December afternoon?

A．Because she saw her great granddaughter’s doll.

B．Because she recalled her dead parents.

C．Because she was surrounded by her offspring.

D．Because she felt lonely during the Christmas season.

3.What can we infer from Paragraph 5? 

A．GG’s doll was important and was a symbol of many things.

B．GG showed great respect for his husband’s love.

C．GG missed the great old days she spent with her family.

D．GG was grateful for her long life.

4.What happened to GG’s baby sister?

A．She envied her sister all her life.

B．She felt guilty for breaking GG’s doll and decided to go.

C．She left home at a young age.

D．She died of some disease at a young age.

5.Why did Meagan’s mum feel proud of her daughter?

A．Because she was clever.                  B．Because she was loving.

C．Because she was sensitive.                D．Because she was imaginative.

6.The main idea of the passage is that ____.

A．treating the elderly well is moral

B．it is impossible to copy the exact doll for the elderly

C．love, the permanent rhythm of life, will always remain in the elderly’s heart

D．physical comfort from children rather than psychological care is important