I think it was my mother who taught me the meaning of honesty. Not because she actually was honest, but because she lied all the time. She felt that the easiest way out of any given situation was generally the best way out. And, for her, that generally meant telling a “little white lie.” As a young child I thought it was kind of cool. And, naturally, when I would come to her with a concern or question wondering what I should do, she generally advised me to lie.

“Mom, I told Theresa that I would go over to her house, but now I would rather go to Sue’s house to play.”

“Tell Theresa you’re sick,” she would advise. And generally I did. But I didn’t seem blessed with her lack of conscience. On many painful occasions Theresa would find out that I really went to Sue’s house without her. These occasions taught me that it is more painful to be caught in a lie than it is to tell the truth in the first place. I wondered how it was possible that my mother had never learned that lesson.

I started thinking of all the lies that I’d heard her tell. I remembered the time she told someone that her favorite restaurant had closed, because she didn’t want to see them there anymore. Or the time she told Dad that she loved the lawn-mower he gave her for her birthday. Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn’t been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had involved me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell them that she wasn’t there.

So, I started my own personal fight against her dishonesty. When I answered the phone and it was someone my mother didn’t want to talk to, I said, “Louise, mom is here, but she doesn’t want to talk to you.” The first time I did it, she punished me, but I refused to apologize. I told her that I had decided that it was wrong to lie. And the next time it happened I did the same thing. Finally, she approached me and said, “I agree that lying is not the best thing to do, but we need to find a way to be honest without being rude.” She admitted that her methods weren’t right, and I admitted that mine were a bit too extreme.

Over the past few years, the two of us have worked together to be honest—and yet kind. Honesty should mean more than not lying. It should mean speaking the truth in kindness. Though I started by trying to teach my mom the importance of honesty, I ended up gaining a deeper understanding of the meaning of the term.

1. The author’s mother __________. 

A. thought white lies were not lies

B. helped the author get out of trouble with white lies

C. told the author to lie when in trouble

D. taught the author the importance of being honest

2.The author __________.

A. was thankful to her mother’s advice

B. felt more awkward when being caught lying

C. found that telling the truth hurt more than telling a lie

D. felt guilty when hurting people with her honesty

3.It can be inferred that the author’s mother __________.

A. met her friends in the same restaurant regularly

B. didn’t get along with the author’s teachers

C. was not popular among her friends

D. wanted to have something else for her birthday

4.Finally the author and her mother agreed that __________.

A. kind-heartedness is more important than honesty

B. appropriate methods are the key to telling a good lie

C. honesty is defined as kindness as well as truthfulness

D. absolute honesty is basic to good interpersonal relationships

请认真阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。

The nine-year-old boy was attracted by the sight of my father practicing martial arts the moment he walked into the gym. As my father threw speedy punches(出拳) into the 36 bag－yet was hardly able to move it－the boy walked slowly toward him.

My father, 37 of the boy’s stare, jammed a couple of sharp sidekicks into the bag to end his 38 . He picked up his towel, sat down on a nearby bench, and began 39 his face and hands.

“Hey, mister,” said the boy. My father 40 at the boy, bringing the towel down off his face and putting it around to the back of his neck. “Do you know karate or 41?” the boy asked.

“Actually, I know Tae Kwon Do,” my father answered.

“Cool. What 42 are you?”

“Black belt,” my father said. “You like martial arts?”

“Yeah, and I want to know if you can show me a 43!”said the kid. “Can you show me how to 44 someone?”

My father 45 for a moment before he said, “Come here.” and 46 with his hand for the boy to come 47. His expression was serious.

The kid took a couple of steps closer to my father. Looking slightly 48 .As the boy moved closer, my father quickly 49 his hand straight out, 50 stopped within an inch of the boy’s chest.

The boy, shocked, jumped back in clumsy 51, almost falling over himself. My father smiled, with his hand still outstretched in the boy’s direction. “Give me your 52,” my father said.

The boy inched forward again, 53. My father took his hand and began to shake it 54, as if the two of them had been old friends 55 each other.

“You know, kid,” my father said, “you’ll solve more problems with this move than with any other.

1.A.false         B.heavy           C.plastic             D.soft

2.A.unaware      B.tired           C.aware            D.ashamed

3.A.performance   B.competition    C.strength          D.practice

4.A.washing      B.observing        C.wiping             D.covering

5.A..came over    B.lookde down     C.jumped over    D.looked up

6.A.anything      B.everything       C.something      D.nothing

7.A.grade        B.belt             C.color          D.brand

8.A.position           B.behavior             C.move                   D.scene

9.A.attack           B.protect              C.hate                   D.control

10.A.laughed       B.complained        C.explained          D.thought

11.A.gestured     B.communicated  C.proved                 D.directed

12.A.opposite     B.straight       C.closer                  D.farther

13.A.disappointed  B.nervous                      C.excited          D.embarrassed

14.A.hit            B.held             C.pushed          D.fought

15.A.and               B.so                         C.as                      D.but

16.A.action            B.defence              C.threat                 D.condition

17.A.address        B.head                   C.finger            D.hand

18.A.doubtful        B.curious                C.upset                   D.delighted

19.A.peacefully   B.privately             C.violently             D.warmly

20.A.arguing        B.challenging        C.greeting            D.missing

—Do you know where I can get someone ______ my skirt?

—You can have your skirt ______ at Main Street Cleaners.

请认真阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。

The nine-year-old boy was attracted by the sight of my father practicing martial arts the moment he walked into the gym. As my father threw speedy punches(出拳) into the 36 bag－yet was hardly able to move it－the boy walked slowly toward him.

My father, 37 of the boy’s stare, jammed a couple of sharp sidekicks into the bag to end his 38 . He picked up his towel, sat down on a nearby bench, and began 39 his face and hands.

“Hey, mister,” said the boy. My father 40 at the boy, bringing the towel down off his face and putting it around to the back of his neck. “Do you know karate or 41?” the boy asked.

“Actually, I know Tae Kwon Do,” my father answered.

“Cool. What 42 are you?”

“Black belt,” my father said. “You like martial arts?”

“Yeah, and I want to know if you can show me a 43!”said the kid. “Can you show me how to 44 someone?”

My father 45 for a moment before he said, “Come here.” and 46 with his hand for the boy to come 47. His expression was serious.

The kid took a couple of steps closer to my father. Looking slightly 48 .As the boy moved closer, my father quickly 49 his hand straight out, 50 stopped within an inch of the boy’s chest.

The boy, shocked, jumped back in clumsy 51, almost falling over himself. My father smiled, with his hand still outstretched in the boy’s direction. “Give me your 52,” my father said.

The boy inched forward again, 53. My father took his hand and began to shake it 54, as if the two of them had been old friends 55 each other.

“You know, kid,” my father said, “you’ll solve more problems with this move than with any other.

A.false         B.heavy          C.plastic           D.soft

A.unaware      B.tired           C.aware           D.ashamed

A.performance   B.competition    C.strength          D.practice

A.washing      B.observing       C.wiping           D.covering

A..came over    B.lookde down   C.jumped over    D.looked up

A.anything      B.everything      C.something      D.nothing

A.grade        B.belt            C.color          D.brand

A.position         B.behavior                 C.move               D.scene

A.attack          B.protect            C.hate                D.control

A.laughed      B.complained      C.explained        D.thought

A.gestured      B.communicated  C.proved              D.directed

A.opposite     B.straight         C.closer              D.farther

A.disappointed  B.nervous           C.excited          D.embarrassed

A.hit           B.held            C.pushed          D.fought

A.and            B.so                    C.as                  D.but

A.action          B.defence            C.threat               D.condition

A.address        B.head               C.finger          D.hand

A.doubtful      B.curious            C.upset               D.delighted

A.peacefully   B.privately                 C.violently         D.warmly

A.arguing       B.challenging      C.greeting          D.missing

I think it was my mother who taught me the meaning of honesty. Not because she actually was honest, but because she lied all the time. She felt that the easiest way out of any given situation was generally the best way out. And, for her, that generally meant telling a “little white lie.” As a young child I thought it was kind of cool. And, naturally, when I would come to her with a concern or question wondering what I should do, she generally advised me to lie.
“Mom, I told Theresa that I would go over to her house, but now I would rather go to Sue’s house to play.”
“Tell Theresa you’re sick,” she would advise. And generally I did. But I didn’t seem blessed with her lack of conscience. On many painful occasions Theresa would find out that I really went to Sue’s house without her. These occasions taught me that it is more painful to be caught in a lie than it is to tell the truth in the first place. I wondered how it was possible that my mother had never learned that lesson.
I started thinking of all the lies that I’d heard her tell. I remembered the time she told someone that her favorite restaurant had closed, because she didn’t want to see them there anymore. Or the time she told Dad that she loved the lawn-mower he gave her for her birthday. Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn’t been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had involved me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell them that she wasn’t there.
So, I started my own personal fight against her dishonesty. When I answered the phone and it was someone my mother didn’t want to talk to, I said, “Louise, mom is here, but she doesn’t want to talk to you.” The first time I did it, she punished me, but I refused to apologize. I told her that I had decided that it was wrong to lie. And the next time it happened I did the same thing. Finally, she approached me and said, “I agree that lying is not the best thing to do, but we need to find a way to be honest without being rude.” She admitted that her methods weren’t right, and I admitted that mine were a bit too extreme.
Over the past few years, the two of us have worked together to be honest—and yet kind. Honesty should mean more than not lying. It should mean speaking the truth in kindness. Though I started by trying to teach my mom the importance of honesty, I ended up gaining a deeper understanding of the meaning of the term.
【小题1】 The author’s mother __________.