Eye See You

    Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others. -- Jonathan Swift

I walked into a wild third-grade classroom. Music was playing _36_, children were under tables applying make-up, kids were throwing a football indoors, and students were _37_ wherever they could find _38_. I was a mid-year _39_. The previous _40_ said he could no longer manage these children and _41_  without notice during the holiday break.

As soon as I walked in the room, I realized why he _42_. I sat down _43_  in my chair and began reading their _44_ softly. After each name, I _45_, asking God to help me understand that child. I then nailed a _46_ to the wall next to the chalkboard and began _47_ my name and a reading assignment on the board. I then asked each child to come to me, and tell me their names and what they wanted to learn. It was a _48_ task, because only two children there wanted to learn something! Rules were _49_, boundaries established, parents contacted. But the mirror saved the day -- no, the year! Unbeknownst(不知的) to the children, the mirror allowed me to see their every _50_ while I was writing on the board. They soon became _51_ as to how I knew who was misbehaving while I was writing on the board. When one student finally asked me, I told him I had a special teacher’s eye in the back of my head that my hair _52_. At first they did not believe me. _53_ they did begin to exhibit better behavior, especially while I wrote on the board, thinking I had magical _54_. I never told them differently. Why _55_ a good thing?

Eye See You

    Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others. -- Jonathan Swift

    I walked into a wild third-grade classroom. Music was playing _36_, children were under tables applying make-up, kids were throwing a football indoors, and students were _37_ wherever they could find _38_. I was a mid-year _39_. The previous _40_ said he could no longer manage these children and _41_  without notice during the holiday break.

    As soon as I walked in the room, I realized why he _42_. I sat down _43_  in my chair and began reading their _44_ softly. After each name, I _45_, asking God to help me understand that child. I then nailed a _46_ to the wall next to the chalkboard and began _47_ my name and a reading assignment on the board. I then asked each child to come to me, and tell me their names and what they wanted to learn. It was a _48_ task, because only two children there wanted to learn something! Rules were _49_, boundaries established, parents contacted. But the mirror saved the day -- no, the year! Unbeknownst(不知的) to the children, the mirror allowed me to see their every _50_ while I was writing on the board. They soon became _51_ as to how I knew who was misbehaving while I was writing on the board. When one student finally asked me, I told him I had a special teacher’s eye in the back of my head that my hair _52_. At first they did not believe me. _53_ they did begin to exhibit better behavior, especially while I wrote on the board, thinking I had magical _54_. I never told them differently. Why _55_ a good thing?

36.A. softly                  B. clearly               C. loudly               D. peacefully

37.A. speaking              B. laughing            C. standing            D. dancing

38.A. space                  B. music                C. partner                     D. joke

39.A. representative       B. replacement       C. reference           D. reward

40.A. teacher                B. headmaster        C. director             D. leader

41.A. retired                 B. remained           C. resigned            D. returned

42.A. went                   B. came              C. left                D. disappeared

43.A. angrily                 B. restlessly           C. indifferently       D. quietly

44.A. names                 B. faces                 C. figures                     D. minds

45.A. prepared                  B. prayed               C. protected           D. preferred

46.A. board                  B. mirror               C. cross                D. picture

47.A. noting                  B. copying             C. writing              D. drawing

48.A. difficult            B. different            C. distant               D. direct

49.A. dated                   B. written                     C. worked             D. set

50.A. make                   B. move                C. matter               D. mind

51.A. pleased                B. puzzled              C. known                     D. worried

52.A. covered            B. hooked              C. hung                 D. displayed

53.A. So                    B. However           C. And                  D. But

54.A. view                    B. scene                C. eyes                  D. vision

55.A. mix up                 B. bring up            C. mess up            D. burn up

Shundagarh is a village on India's east-facing coast.It is a village of simple mud and grass houses built on the beach just above the waterline.The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village,to a height of one hundred and fifty meters.A simple,good-hearted old man,whose name was Jalpur,farmed two small fields on the very edge of these hills.From his fields he could see the fishing boats that travelled up and down the coast.He could see the children playing on the sands;their mothers washing clothes on the flat stones where the Shiva River flowed into the sea;and their fathers landing the latest catch or repairing nets and telling stories that had no end.

All Jalpur owned in the world were the clothes he wore day in and day out,the miserable hut(小屋) that he slept in at night,a few tools and cooking pots—and his fields.The corn that he grew was all that made life possible.If the weather was kind and the harvest was good,Jalpur could live happily enough—not well,but happily.When the sun was fierce,and there was little or no rain,then he came close to the line between life and death.

Last year the weather had been so kind,and the harvest promised to be so good,that Jalpur had been wondering whether he could sell all that he had and live with his son farther up the coast.He had been thinking about doing this for some years.It was his dearest wish to spend his last days with his son and his wife.But he would go only if he could give;he would not go if it meant taking food out of the mouths of his grandchildren.He would rather die hungry than do this.

On the day when Jalpur decided that he would harvest his corn,sell it,and move up the coast,he looked out to sea and saw a huge wave,several kilometers out,advancing on the coast and on the village of Shundagarh.Within ten minutes everyone in Shundagarh would be drowned.Jalpur would have shouted,but the people were too far away to hear.He would have run down the hill,but he was too old to run.He was prepared to do anything to save the people of Shundagarh,so he did the only thing that he could do: he set fire to his corn.In a matter of seconds the flames were rising high and smoke was rising higher.Within a minute the people of Shundagarh were racing up the hill to see what had happened.There,in the middle of his blackened cornfield,they found Jalpur;and there they buried him.

On his grave,they wrote the words: Here lies Jalpur,a man who gave,living: a man who died,giving.

Which of the following could Jalpur NOT see from his Fields?

A.Mothers washing clothes.

B.Fathers taking their corn to market.

C.Fishing boats traveling on the sea.

D.Children playing on the sands.

Why didn't Jalpur live well?

A.He didn't work hard.

B.He had too many children to feed.

C.He only depended on good weather and harvest for survival.

D.The villagers kept taking his corn.

Jalpur's dearest wish was to _________.

A.move away from his son

B.take a vacation up the coast

C.make a great deal of money in order to live an easy life

D.spend his last days with his son and his wife

What did Jalpur do when he saw the huge wave?

A.He set his corn on fire so the people of Shundagarh would leave the beach.

B.He screamed loudly to get the villagers' attention.

C.He ran down the hill to tell the people.

D.He stood still,not knowing what to do.

 Shundagarh is a village on India’s east-facing coast. It is a village of simple mud and grass houses built on the beach just above the waterline. The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village, to a height of one hundred and fifty meters. A simple, good-hearted old man, whose name was Jalpur, farmed two small fields on the very edge of these hills. From his fields he could see the fishing boats that travelled up and down the coast. He could see the children playing on the sands; their mothers washing clothes on the flat stones where the Shiva River flowed into the sea; and their fathers landing the latest catch or repairing nets and telling stories that had no end.
    All Jalpur owned in the world were the clothes he wore day in and day out, the miserable(蹩脚的) hut that he slept in at night, a few tools and cooking pots ― and his fields. The corn that he grew was all that made life possible. If the weather was kind and the harvest was good, Jalpur could live happily enough ― not well, but happily. When the sun was fierce,and there was little or no rain, then he came close to the line between life and death.
    Last year the weather had been so kind, and the harvest promised to be so good, that Jalpur had been wondering whether he could sell all that he had and live with his son farther up the coast. He had been thinking about doing this for some years. It was his dearest wish to spend his last days with his son and his wife. But he would go only if he could give;he would not go if it meant taking food out of the mouths of his grandchildren. He would rather die hungry than do this.
    On the day when Jalpur decided that he would harvest his corn,sell it, and move up the coast, he looked out to sea and saw a huge wave, several kilometers out,advancing on the coast and on the village of Shundagarh. Within ten minutes everyone in Shundagarh would be drowned. Jalpur would have shouted,but the people were too far away to hear. He would have run down the hill, but he was too old to run. He was prepared to do anything to save the people of Shundagarh, so he did the only thing that he could do: he set fire to his corn. In a matter of seconds the flames were rising high and smoke was rising higher. Within a minute the people of Shundagarh were racing up the hill to see what had happened. There, in the middle of his blackened cornfield, they found Jalpur; and there they buried him.
    On his grave,they wrote the words:Here lies Jalpur, a man who gave, living: a man who died, giving.

56. Which of the following could Jalpur NOT see from his Fields?
   A. Mothers washing clothes.                B. Fathers taking their corn to market.
   C. Fishing boats traveling on the sea.     D. Children playing on the sands.

57. Why didn’t Jalpur live well?
   A. He didn’t work hard.         

   B. He had too many children to feed.
   C. He only depended on good weather and harvest for survival.
   D. The villagers kept taking his corn.
58. Jalpur’s dearest wish was to _____.
   A. move away from his son         

   B. take a vacation up the coast
   C. make a great deal of money in order to live an easy life
   D. spend his last days with his son and his wife
59. What did Jalpur do when he saw the huge wave?
   A. He set his corn on fire so the people of Shundagarh would leave the beach.
   B. He screamed loudly to get the villagers’ attention.
   C. He ran down the hill to tell the people.
   D. He stood still, not knowing what to do.
60. The villagers were thankful to Jalpur because he had_____.
   A. given his life in order to save theirs
   B. saved their village from being drowned by the wave
   C. given them many things during his life
   D. given them his corn in order to save them from hunger

　　Shundagarh is a village on India’s east-facing coast. It is a village of simple mud and grass houses built on the beach just above the waterline. The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village, to a height of one hundred and fifty meters. A simple, good-hearted old man, whose name was Jalpur, farmed two small fields on the very edge of these hills. From his fields he could see the fishing boats that traveled up and down the coast. He could see the children playing on the sands; their mothers washing clothes on the flat stones where the Shiva River flowed into the sea; and their fathers landing the latest catch or repairing nets and telling stories that had no end.

　　All Jalpur owned in the world were the clothes he wore day in and day out, the miserable（蹩脚的）hut that he slept in at night, a few tools and cooking pots--and his fields. The corn that he grew was all that made life possible. If the weather was kind and the harvest was good, Jalpur could live happily enough--not well, but happily. When the sun was fierce, and there was little or no rain, then he came close to the line between life and death.

　　Last year the weather had been so kind, and the harvest promised to be so good, that Jalpur had been wondering whether he could sell all that he had and live with his son farther up the coast. He had been thinking about doing this for some years. It was his dearest wish to spend his last days with his son and his wife. But he would go only if he could give; he would not go if it meant taking food out of the mouths of his grandchildren. He would rather die hungry than do this.

　　On the day when Jalpur decided that he would harvest his corn, sell it, and move up the coast, he looked out to sea and saw a huge wave, several kilometers out, advancing on the coast and on the village of Shundagarh. Within ten minutes everyone in Shundagarh would be drowned. Jalpur would have shouted, but the people were too far away to hear. He would have run down the hill, but he was too old to run. He was prepared to do anything to save the people of Shundagarh, so he did the only thing that he could do: he set fire to his corn. In a matter of seconds the flames were rising high and smoke was rising higher. Within a minute the people of Shundagarh were racing up the hill to see what had happened. There, in the middle of his blackened cornfield, they found Jalpur; and there they buried him.

　　On his grave, they wrote the words: Here lies Jalpur, a man who gave, living: a man who died, giving.

(1)Which of the following could Jalpur NOT see from his Fields?

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A．Mothers washing clothes.

B．Fathers taking their corn to market.

C．Fishing boats traveling on the sea.

D．Children playing on the sands.

(2)Why didn’t Jalpur live well?

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A．He didn’t work hard.

B．He had too many children to feed.

C．He only depended on good weather and harvest for survival.

D．The villagers kept taking his corn.

(3)What did Jalpur do when he saw the huge wave?

[　　]

A．He set his corn on fire so the people of Shundagarh would leave the beach.

B．He screamed loudly to get the villagers’ attention.

C．He ran down the hill to tell the people.

D．He stood still, not knowing what to do.

(4)The villagers were thankful to Jalpur because he had _______.

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A．given his life in order to save theirs

B．saved their village from being drowned by the wave

C．given them many things during his life

D．given them his corn in order to save them from hunger