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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
years, 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. His father was very drunk and had difficulty returning home.
C. He didn't say "I love you" to his father.
D. He had an argument with his father at home.
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 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
听力
第一节
听下面5段对话。每段对话后有一个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听完每段对话后，你都有10秒钟的时间回答有关小题和阅读下一小题。每段对话仅读一遍。
W：I expected you’d come to my birthday party yesterday．
M：I’m terribly sorry，Susan．I had to see off a friend of mine at the airport last night．
1．Why does the man apologize to the woman?
A．He had to say goodbye to his friend at the airport．
B．He didn’t go to the woman’s party last night．
C．He had to go to another city with his friend．
M：I must apologize for not meeting you at the airport this afternoon．You must have been unhappy．
W：Well，you should have let me know that you weren’t coming．
2．How does the woman feel?
A．Very glad．
B．Very painful．
C．A little angry．
W：I’m sorry to have kept both of you waiting．The car was held up in the traffic．
M：That’s all right．We just got here ourselves．
3．How many people are there in the dialogue?
A．Two．
B．Three．
C．Four．
W：You are going to New York today，aren’t you?
M：Yes．I had thought I would fly，but then I decided that taking a bus would be cheaper than driving or flying．
4．How will the man get to New York?
A．By air．
B．By bus．
C．By car．
W：Daddy，have you decided what to do tomorrow?
M：We’ll go boating if it is fine．
W：Wonderful! I’m sure it will be fine．I’ve listened to the weather report．
5．What are they going to do tomorrow?
A．They are going to listen to the weather report．
B．They will go swimming．
C．They will go boating．
第二节
听下面5段对话或独白。每段对话或独白后有几个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听每段对话或独白前，你将有时间阅读各个小题，每小题5秒钟；听完后各小题将给出5秒钟的作答时间。每段对话或独白读两遍。
听第6段材料，回答第6～8题。
M：Excuse me，I’m trying to do some work．I’m afraid your children are making a lot of noise．Don’t they ever go to sleep?
W：I’m sorry．They are noisy．But you know it’s difficult to keep boys quiet．
M：I couldn’t work and I couldn’t sleep last night．And I was wakened by the noise they made early this morning．
W：I’m terribly sorry．You know they never listen to me．They are only afraid of their father．He’s away on business，but he’ll be back tomorrow．
M：I hope he can do something about it．
6．What is the relationship between the two speakers?
A．They are parent and teacher．
B．They are close friends．
C．They are neighbors．
7．What can you learn from the dialogue?
A．The man is making complaint to the woman．
B．The man is making some suggestion to the woman．
C．The man is satisfied after talking to the woman．
8．What’s not the result of the children’s noise?
A．The man couldn’t work．
B．The man couldn’t sleep．
C．The man couldn’t eat．
听第7段材料，回答第9～11题。
M：Oh，come in．
W：I just dropped in to return these books．Are you getting dinner ready? Something smells good．
M：Oh，I’m just preparing some noodles．
W：I thought your wife did the cooking．
M：She did，but she said she would come home late today．
W：So you’re the cook．What are you having with the noodles?
M：Some cabbages and tomatoes．Why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?
W：Thanks，but not today．I have to hurry off．Maybe some other time．
9．Where does this dialogue take place?
A．At the man’s home．
B．In a restaurant．
C．In a company．
10．Why does the woman come to the man’s home?
A．She wants to have dinner with him．
B．She comes to return some books．
C．She wants to learn how to cook．
11．Who does the cooking now?
A．The man．
B．The woman．
C．The man’s wife．
听第8段材料，回答第12～14题。
M：Don’t you just love this store? Every time I go through all the things here，I always find something interesting．
W：I know what you mean．Look at this box of clothes over here．Each piece costs only one dollar．
M：Look at what I got here!
W：What? So now you’re interested in wool coats all of a sudden．The weather is too warm for it，I think．
M：No，not that．I’m talking about this jacket from the 1950s．Isn’t it nice?
W：Yes，it is．It only costs five dollars，too．
M：I think if I clean it up a little and get the button fixed，it’ll look like it’s worth a million dollars!
W：I think I’m going to buy this little skirt and then I’ll be ready to go．How about you?
M：I’m ready anytime you are．
12．What are the speakers doing?
A．Trying on clothes．
B．Buying new clothes．
C．Buying old clothes．
13．What is the man interested in?
A．A coat．
B．A shirt．
C．A jacket．
14．What can we learn about the piece of clothes the man is interested in?
A．Some buttons are missing．
B．It’s worth millions of dollars．
C．It was made in 1950．
听第9段材料，回答第15～17题。
M：Hi，Jane．It’s nice to see you again．I heard you went to the US during your vacation．
W：Yes．I went to New York to attend a summer course in English．
M：Wow．You were lucky．How long did you stay there?
W：About 50 days．I went there on July 5th and came back on August 25th．
M：How about the course?
W：The course was very good．The teachers were nice．They taught us to listen，speak，read and write in English，but it was mostly speaking．One interesting thing I found was that the American classes are different from our classes here because they are very free．You can sit anywhere you like in the classroom．You can ask the teacher questions at any time during the class，and you are welcome to share your ideas with the class．I really liked this kind of class．
M：How interesting! Maybe our teacher should try that．
15．What was the woman’s main purpose in going to New York during the vacation?
A．To learn English．
B．To visit an American family．
C．To do business．
16．When did the woman come back from America?
A．On July 5th．
B．On July 6th．
C．On August 25th．
17．What in particular did the woman like about the American classes?
A．The teachers were kind．
B．The students were quite free．
C．There were too many activities in class．
听第10段材料，回答第18～20题。
Mr．Grey was the manager of a small office in London．He lived in the country，and came to work by train．He liked walking from the train station to his office unless it was raining，because it gave him some exercise．
One morning he was walking along the street when a stranger stopped him and said to him，“You may not remember me，sir，but seven years ago I came to London without a penny in my pockets．I stopped you in the street and asked you to lend me some money，and you lent me five pounds，because you said that you were willing to take a chance so as to give a man a start on the road to success．”
Mr．Grey thought for a few minutes and then said，“Yes，I remember you．Go on with your story．”
“Well,” answered the stranger，“are you still willing to take a chance?”
18．Why did he walk from the station to his office?
A．To save money．
B．To buy something necessary．
C．To have more exercise．
19．Which of the following statements may be true?
A．The stranger once asked Mr．Grey for money．
B．The stranger and Mr．Grey knew each other very well．
C．The stranger was going to give Mr．Grey his money back．
20．What did the last sentence mean?
A．He wanted to give Mr．Grey a chance to help others．
B．He wanted to ask Mr．Grey for some more money．
C．He hoped Mr．Grey could help him to be successful in his work．