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Old Behrman was a painter but was a failure in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little, old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him.
Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas(画布) that had been waiting twenty – five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf on the old ivy vine climbing hopelessly up the outside block wall.
Old BeYucman was angered at such an idea. “ Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a vine?”
“She is very sick ,” said Sue, “and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas.”
“This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick, “ yelled Behrman . “Some day I will Paint a masterpiece,and we shall all go away.”
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. Beluman sat and posed as the miner.
The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour’ s sleep. She found Johnsy with wide – open eyes staring at the covered window.
“Pull up the shade; I want to see,” she ordered, quietly. Sue obeyed.
Despite the strong wind, yet there was one ivy leaf against the wall. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the yellow. “It is the last one,” said Johnsy.“I thought it would surely fall during the night. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time.”
“Dear, dear!” said Sue,“Think of me, if you won’t think of yourself. What would I do?”
But Johnsy did not answer.
The next moming, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there.
“I’ ve been a bad girl, “ said Johnsy , “Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now.”
An hour later she said: “Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples.”
Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway.
“Even chances. With good care, you’ll win, “ said the doctor. “And now I must see another case I have in your building. Behrman, his name is-some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia（肺炎）,too. He is an old, weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain.”
The next day , the doctor said to Sue:“She’ s out of danger. You won.．”
“I have something to tell you, Johnsy, “ she said.“Behrman died today. And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn’ t you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrman’ s masterpiece—he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell.”
75. What was in Johnsy’ s mind all the time?
A. When the last leaf falls I must go.
B. The old ivy leaves have little to do with my getting well.
C. I am such a bad girl as to make everything messy.
D. Someday I hope to paint a masterpiece.
76. Which detail in the passage suggests that Behnnan was a failure?
A. He worked as a miner to make ends meet.
B. His drawing board had waited 25 years to receive the first line of his masterpiece
C. He was protective of the two girls but mostly sensitive and fierce.
D. He was a professional model waiting for his great opportunity.
77. We can learn from the story that_____.
A. The relationship between the two artist girls was developed on material comfort
B. The three artists mentioned in the story shared a studio apartment
C.Behnnan showed great sympathy for the two youth
D. Johnsy was somehow annoyed to be accompanied by a never – succeeded artist
78. What does the underlined part “Even chances.” mean ?
A. The doctor indicated that Johnsy was doomed to die.
B.The doctor thought that they should let her go.
C. The doctor believed that Johnsy had every chance of recovery
D. The doctor put her chances at fifty – fifty.
79. When Johnsy said she had been a bad girl, she meant that_____.
A. asking for death was not right
B. she deserved more severe punishment
C. she should never forget about her dream.
D. she was ashamed not to be able to support the other two.
80. The short story can be listed as a typical example of stories with_____.
A. surprise endings B. vivid contrasts ( 对比)
C. artistic imagination D. attractive openings
查看习题详情和答案>>A good night’s sleep in the early years of life could be very important in preventing a child becoming obese, say scientists. Babies and pre-school children who sleep for less than ten hours a night are more likely to be overweight when they are older, research has found. Experts believe that those who do not get enough sleep are more likely to feel hungry and want more calorie-rich food during the day.
Former research has linked sleeping with obesity in adults and teenagers, but this is one of the first to look at very young children. Researchers from the Universities of Washington and California looked at the sleeping habits of almost 1,000 children under the age of five. They found those who had less than ten hours’ sleep were twice as likely to be overweight five years later.
Childhood obesity has doubled over the past 10 years. A quarter of secondary school pupils are now judged to be so overweight that their health is in danger. Experts believe sleep, or lack（缺乏）of it, could be a major cause of this. On average children are sleeping for an hour less than they did 30 years ago. Last year Chinese researchers looked at more than 5,000 youngsters and found that those who were able to catch up on （补充）sleep at the weekend were far less likely to get body weight problems. Scientists have also found a link between lack of sleep and diabetes（糖尿病）. Last year Canadian researchers discovered those who did not get seven or eight hours’ sleep a night were two and a half times more likely to become sick.
The underlined word “obese” in the first paragraph may mean .
A．quite protective B．very sad
C．very fat D．quite young
According to Chinese researchers, if a person who lacks sleep can get more sleep during weekends, .
A．he won’t get hungry easily B．he will feel tired all the time
C．there will be little chance of him becoming fat
D．it will be very hard for him to fall asleep at night
From the passage we know .
A．too little sleep will result in illness besides obesity
B．in the past people didn’t connect sleep with weight
C．fat children must have slept less than 10 hours five years ago
D．most children are unhealthy because of little sleep
What would be the best title of the passage?
A．A good night’s sleep helps the development of kids’ brain!
B．Ten hours’ sleep prevents overweight in kids!
C．Children are sleeping much less nowadays!
D．More teenagers get weight problems!
Where can you most probably read this passage?
A．In the latest news. B．In a children’s book.
C．In a health magazine. D．In a scientist’s diary.
查看习题详情和答案>>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 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 Sook 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
C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family
in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a
little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little,
old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him.
Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas (画布) that had been waiting twenty-five
years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away
like a leaf on the old ivy vine climbing hopelessly up the outside block wall.
Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because
leaves drop off a vine? Why do you let that silly business come in her brain?"
"She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas."
"This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick," yelled Behrman. "Some day I will
paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away."
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and
Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at
each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner.
The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the
covered window.
"Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly.
Sue obeyed.
After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy
leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the
yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground.
"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fail during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall
today and I shall die at the same time."
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face downtoward the bed. "Think.of me, if you won't think of
yourself. What would I do?"
But Johnsy did not answer.
The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was
still there. Johnsy lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was preparing chicken
soup.
"I've been a bad girl," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I
was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now."
An hour later she said:"someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."
Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway.
"Even chances. With good care, you'll win," said the doctor. "And now I must see another case I have in
your building. Behrman, his name is-some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia (肺炎), too. He is an old,
weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain."
The next day, the doctor said to Sue:"She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now-that's all."
Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her.
"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said."Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today in the
hospital. He was sick only two days. They found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs
helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where
he had been on such a terrible night.
And then they found a lantern, still lighted. And they found a ladder that had been moved from its place.
And art supplies and a painting board with green and yellow colors mixed on it.
And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved
when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrrnan's masterpiece-he painted it there the night that the last leaf felt."
B. The old ivy leaves have little to do with my getting well.
C. I am such a bad girl as to make everything messy.
D. Someday I hope to paint a masterpiece.
B. His drawing board had waited 25 years to receive the first line of his masterpiece.
C. He was protective of the two girls but mostly sensitive and fierce.
D. He was a professional model waiting for his great opportunity.
B. the three artists mentioned in the story shared a studio apartment
C. Behrman showed great sympathy for the two youth
D. Johnsy was somehow annoyed to be accompanied by a never-succeeded artist
B. The doctor thought that they should let her go.
C. The doctor believed that Johnsy had every chance of recovery.
D. The doctor put her chances at fifty-fifty.
B. she deserved more severe punishment
C. she should never forget about her dream
D. she was ashamed not to be able to support the other two
B. vivid contrasts
C. artistic imagination
D. arresting openings
As Mrs. Thompson stood in front of her 5a grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.
But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
However, when she reviewed his file, she got a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners.., he is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
Now, Mrs. Thompson was ashamed of herself and felt worse when her students brought her beautifully wrapped Christmas presents. Teddy's present, however, was clumsily wrapped in rough brown grocery paper. Taking her time she opened it to reveal Teddy's gifts, a rhinestone bracelet with stones missing and a quarter full perfume bottle. How the children laughed! "What a pretty bracelet! Mm, lovely perfume! Perfect on my wrist." The children were silent.
Alone together, after school, Teddy told Mrs. Thompson, "Today you smelled just like my Mom used to..." His teacher cried all night and, from that day, she stopped teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic and began to teach children instead.
1．What is the best title of this text?
A. A Student's Best Friend B. How To Be a Good Student
C. The Story of a Good Teacher D. A Teacher's Lesson
2．Which of the following is true about Teddy?
A. He only bathed once a week. B. He had no friends at school.
C. His clothes were usually untidy. D. He was the worst student in the class.
3．How did Teddy's behavior change between Grades 1 and 4?
A. He became better at making friends. B. He became closer to his father.
C. He paid less attention to school. D. He stopped doing his homework.
4．Why did Mrs. Thompson feel ashamed after she read Teddy's file?
A. She didn't treat Teddy fairly. B. She was being unpleasant to Teddy.
C. She took delight in failing Teddy in the exam. D．She disliked Teddy for all his problems.
5．We can learn from the last paragraph that
A. Mrs. Thompson was deeply hurt by Teddy's words
B. Teddy missed his mother and desired love very much
C. Mrs. Thompson realized it useless to teach knowledge
D. Mrs. Thompson cried because she lied to Teddy about his presents
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