The island Fiji has always been around me in my life. My parents met in Fiji when my father was a teacher as a Peace Corps volunteer and my mother a student. They taught me about its people, culture, foods and religious beliefs.

At the age of two, I made my first trip across the Pacific Ocean to Fiji. My mother and I made that trip unexpectedly because my grandma was ill and longed to see her American granddaughter. Although I have few memories of that first trip, I do remember grandma braiding (编辫子)my hair every day. The brush gliding through my hair is a feeling I will treasure forever because she passed away soon. I returned to America when I was five years old. This time I had a brother, Martin, who was two.

I resisted my third trip to Fiji when I was 15, being a teenager who did not want to spend the summer away from friends. It was this trip, however, that made me realize that Fiji is not just a place to visit but a part of who I am. The smells and sounds and sights came back to me, but the best part was getting to know my relatives.

Vishal was one cousin I quickly bonded with. Born two days before me, I had only known him through pictures before. Though raised oceans apart in different cultures, we talked and laughed about everything from American sports to Fijian dancing. I was able to form close ties with all my cousins, and when I talk about them now, it’s as if I have known them my whole life. Spending time with them helped me understand the traditions and values my mother grew up with. Hospitality and care and respect for family members are central values in Fijian culture.

I truly enjoyed learning about my roots during this trip. Fiji is just like a second home, and I will never forget the time I have spent there.

1.From the passage, we can learn that _______.

A．the author’s parents had been classmates before

B．the author had lived in Fiji for about five years

C．the author had no memories of her grandma

D．people value family in Fijian culture

2.The author resisted her third trip to Fiji because _____.

A．she didn’t want to separate from her brother

B．she didn’t know her cousins there very well

C．she didn’t want to separate from her American friends

D．her grandma had passed away

3.Which of the following is TRUE about Vishal?

A．He is younger than the author.

B．The author had met him on her first trip to Fiji.

C．He and the author had lots of common interests.

D．He and the author held different opinions about Fijian culture.

I was shopping in the supermarket when I heard a young voice boom from across the aisle.
“Mom, come here! There’s this lady here my size!”
The mother rushed to a boy she called Mickey; then she turned to me to apologize.
I smiled and told her, “It’s okay.” Then I talked to the boy, “Hi, Mickey, I’m Darry Kramer. How are you?”
He studied me from head to toe, and asked, “Are you a little mommy?”
“Yes, I have a son.”I answered.
“Why are you so little?” he asked.
“. . . It is the way I was born. ” I said. “ Some people are little. Some are tall. I’m just not going to grow any bigger. ” After about five more minutes of answering questions, I shook Mickey’s hand, and say doodbye to them.
My life as a little person is filled with stories like that. I enjoy talking to children and explaining why I look different from their parents. It has taken many years to develop my confidence to be able to do that.
It takes only one glance to see my uniqueness. I stand three feet, nine inches tall. I was born an achondroplasia dwarf（侏儒）. Despite this, my parents encouraged me to do all the things the kids around me did when I was growing up. When my neighbors got two-wheel bikes, I got a two- wheel bike. When they roller-skated, I roller-skated. I didn’t realize how short I was until I started school. There, a few kids picked on me, calling me names. Then I knew. After that, I began to hate the first day of school each year. I didn’t know who was new and would stare at me as I struggled to climb the school bus stairs.
As time went on, I just tried to smile and accept the fact that I was going to be noticed my whole life. I was determined to make my uniqueness an advantage rather than a disadvantage. What I lacked in height, I made up for in personality.
I’m 47 now, and the stares have not diminished as I’ve grown older. People look in disbelief when they see me get out of my car off the driver’s side. During those times, I try to keep a good attitude. When people are rude, I remind myself, “Look what else I have—a great family. Nice friends. ”
And it’s the children’s questions that make my life special. When I talk with children, they leave content that their questions have been answered. My hope is that in taking time with them, I will encourage them to accept their peers whatever size and shape they come in, and treat them with respect.
81. How was the author brought up? （no more than 9 words）(2 marks)
82. Why does the author enjoy talking to children? （no more than 12 words）(3marks)
83. When did the author realize that she was short? （no more than 4 words）(2 marks)
84.Please use several words to describe the author’s personalities. (no more than 6 words(3marks)

My life as a little person is filled with stories. I enjoy talking to children and explaining why I look different from their parents．It has taken many years of   36  my confidence to be able to do that．
I didn’t   37  how short I was until I started school．As time went on，I just tried to smile and accept the fact that I was going to be   38  my whole life．I was determined to make my   39  an advantage rather than a disadvantage．My friends became increasingly   40   . They’d help me up the bus steps．If people were cruel，they would take them aside and   41  them．
  42  I lacked in height，I   43  in personality my ability to laugh，even at myself．For example，one time I was   44  the washing machine at my parents’ house to grab the wet clothes．I fell 45   in and yelled for Mother，who was sitting nearby reading the paper．Watching feet   46  everywhere，she laughed and said，“I should leave you in there.” I   47  her．
I’m 47 now，and the   48  have not reduced as I’ve grown older．People ask my friends if I live in a dollhouse．They look   49  when they see me get out of my car on the driver’s side．During those times，I try to keep a good   50   . When people are rude，I   51  myself，“Look what else I have --a great family，nice friends.”
And it’s the children’s questions that make my life   52  ．“Why are you so short? How old are you? Are you a mommy?” When I talk with children，they are left  53  that their questions have been answered．My hope is that in taking time with them，I will  54   them to accept their peers，whatever size and shape they come in，  55 treat them with respect．

I was shopping in the supermarket when I heard a young voice boom from across the aisle.

 “Mom, come here! There’s this lady here my size!”

 The mother rushed to a boy she called Mickey; then she turned to me to apologize.

 I smiled and told her, “It’s okay.” Then I talked to the boy, “Hi, Mickey, I’m Darry Kramer. How are you?”

 He studied me from head to toe, and asked, “Are you a little mommy?”

 “Yes, I have a son.”I answered.

 “Why are you so little?” he asked.

 “. . . It is the way I was born. ” I said. “ Some people are little. Some are tall. I’m just not going to grow any bigger. ” After about five more minutes of answering questions, I shook Mickey’s hand, and say doodbye to them.

 My life as a little person is filled with stories like that. I enjoy talking to children and explaining why I look different from their parents. It has taken many years to develop my confidence to be able to do that.

 It takes only one glance to see my uniqueness. I stand three feet, nine inches tall. I was born an achondroplasia dwarf（侏儒）. Despite this, my parents encouraged me to do all the things the kids around me did when I was growing up. When my neighbors got two-wheel bikes, I got a two- wheel bike. When they roller-skated, I roller-skated. I didn’t realize how short I was until I started school. There, a few kids picked on me, calling me names. Then I knew. After that, I began to hate the first day of school each year. I didn’t know who was new and would stare at me as I struggled to climb the school bus stairs.

 As time went on, I just tried to smile and accept the fact that I was going to be noticed my whole life. I was determined to make my uniqueness an advantage rather than a disadvantage. What I lacked in height, I made up for in personality.

 I’m 47 now, and the stares have not diminished as I’ve grown older. People look in disbelief when they see me get out of my car off the driver’s side. During those times, I try to keep a good attitude. When people are rude, I remind myself, “Look what else I have—a great family. Nice friends. ”

 And it’s the children’s questions that make my life special. When I talk with children, they leave content that their questions have been answered. My hope is that in taking time with them, I will encourage them to accept their peers whatever size and shape they come in, and treat them with respect.

81. How was the author brought up? （no more than 9 words）(2 marks)

82. Why does the author enjoy talking to children? （no more than 12 words）(3marks)

83. When did the author realize that she was short? （no more than 4 words）(2 marks)

84.Please use several words to describe the author’s personalities. (no more than 6 words(3marks)

The island Fiji has always been around me in my life. My parents met in Fiji when my father was a teacher as a Peace Corps volunteer and my mother a student. They taught me about its people, culture, foods and religious beliefs.
At the age of two, I made my first trip across the Pacific Ocean to Fiji. My mother and I made that trip unexpectedly because my grandma was ill and longed to see her American granddaughter. Although I have few memories of that first trip, I do remember grandma braiding (编辫子)my hair every day. The brush gliding through my hair is a feeling I will treasure forever because she passed away soon. I returned to America when I was five years old. This time I had a brother, Martin, who was two.
I resisted my third trip to Fiji when I was 15, being a teenager who did not want to spend the summer away from friends. It was this trip, however, that made me realize that Fiji is not just a place to visit but a part of who I am. The smells and sounds and sights came back to me, but the best part was getting to know my relatives.
Vishal was one cousin I quickly bonded with. Born two days before me, I had only known him through pictures before. Though raised oceans apart in different cultures, we talked and laughed about everything from American sports to Fijian dancing. I was able to form close ties with all my cousins, and when I talk about them now, it’s as if I have known them my whole life. Spending time with them helped me understand the traditions and values my mother grew up with. Hospitality and care and respect for family members are central values in Fijian culture.
I truly enjoyed learning about my roots during this trip. Fiji is just like a second home, and I will never forget the time I have spent there.
【小题1】From the passage, we can learn that _______.