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I got interested in the idea of standing desks about a year ago. The health advantages of standing instead of sitting for eight hours a day are clear, so when the company Ergotron invited me to review their WorkFit C-Mod Dual Desk, I jumped out of my chair---really.
After several hours putting the desk together, I finally got to try it out. The standing desk had a desktop that I could use for writing.
At first I absolutely loved it. Standing during the day instead of sitting was fantastic. Although I felt more tired after all that standing during the day, I knew the health benefits were worth the slight discomfort. However, after the initial novelty (新奇)of the desk wore off, I realized that I could not use it in the long term.
It was just not practical. While using the desk for a month , I could definitely foresee problems arising from using it full time.
I enjoy having a lot of things on my desk. The standing desk just did not have enough room for all of my things.
I can easily foresee awkward situations when I put that desk in an office space. When someone comes into your office, does your guest have to stand as well? If you office is big enough, maybe you have room for two chairs for you and a visitor, which is great. Yet for the ordinary worker in a small office, the standing desk creates a very awkward situation.
Additionally, the amount of money I would have to spend to replace my current workspace with a standing desk was another issue. The desks I have looked at were highly expensive.
Yes, spending the day standing can offset(抵消) many of the negative effects of too much sitting, but we humans are designed for movement. Through activity changes like taking the stairs instead of the elevator, you can easily increase the time you spend on your feet. Best of all, those options are completely free.
1.When the author was asked to try the standing desk out, he was ____.
A．excited B．surprised C．unhappy D．uninterested
2.When first using the standing desk, the author ___.
A．thought it was boring B．thought it was wonderful
C．felt less tired than usual D．felt quite uncomfortable
3.According to the author, a standing desk ____.
A．takes up too much space B．is suitable for long-term use
C．is cheaper than traditional desks D．is impractical though good for health
4.What does the author mainly tell us in the text?
A．How to use the standing desk. B．What he does during the workday.
C．His opinion on the standing desk. D．The advantage of the standing desk.
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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(共两节，满分30分)
第一节(共5小题；每小题1.5分，满分7.5分)
A．根据听到的内容完成下列句子。
Labour Day, always the first Monday in September, is a holiday of recreation and rest from labour．
1．People have a holiday and don’t go to work on ________．
St．Valentine’s Day may go back to Roman times when a special festival was held on February 14．On that day all the young girls put their names in a box and each young man drew out a name to pick his sweetheart for the next year．
2．At first St．Valentine’s Day was celebrated on ________．
Father’s Day, the third Sunday in June, began in 1910 by Ms．John Bruce Dodd in honour of her father．
3．The first Father’s Day was on ________ in the year ________．
B．听下面5段对话，从A、B、C三个选项中选出能回答问题的最佳选项。
M：Have you finished your term paper? I handed in mine last Friday．
W：I finished typing mine at three o’clock this morning．I have to hand it in by noon today．
4．When must the girl turn in her term paper?
A．By twelve o’clock．
B．By three o’clock．
C．By two o’clock．
M：Do you have your Christmas shopping done yet?
W：Almost．I got a watch for my husband, but I can’t seem to find anything for my dad．He would probably like a book or a case for his coin collection．
5．What did the woman buy for her husband?
A．A case．
B．A book．
C．A watch．
M：What did you do during the Chinese New Year?
W：I planned to visit my aunts and uncles．But owing to frequent visit of my friends and classmates, I just stayed at home and never got the chance to go out．
6．What did the woman do during the Chinese New Year?
A．She visited her uncles．
B．She went out often．
C．She met her friends at home．
M：Was it very cold here last winter?
W：Not bad．The temperature never dropped below freezing．There was a little snow around Christmas, but that was all．
7．What does the woman say about the weather?
A．It wasn’t very cold, and it snowed a little in December．
B．There wasn’t much snow but the weather was bad．
C．The temperature dropped below freezing after Christmas．
M：Sara, what are you going to buy for your father?
W：Well, I am going to get my dad a book about London．
8．What are the two speakers talking about?
A．The woman’s father．
B．A gift for the woman’s father．
C．A book about London．
第二节(共15小题；每小题1.5分，满分22.5分)
听第9段材料，回答第9～11题。
W：Merry Christmas, John．
M：Merry Christmas, Sally．
W：Has your family got a Christmas tree?
M：Of course we have．My father bought a tree the day before yesterday, and it is much more beautiful than that of last year．And you?
W：We have one, too．Yesterday my family decorated it with all kinds of presents．
M：Also, we have hung a lot of small colorful lamps on it．My parents put many boxes under the tree．They say Santa Claus will put presents for me in them．
W：But my grandmother tells me that Santa Claus always puts toys in our stockings at night on Christmas．
M：Really?
W：It’s true．My grandmother never tells lies．I’ll put my stockings near my pillow tonight．
M：That’s a good idea．
W：I have to go now．Good luck!
M：The same to you!
9．According to the conversation, which statement is correct?
A．John’s and Sally’s families have Christmas trees．
B．John’s family has a Christmas tree, but Sally’s has not．
C．Sally’s father bought one Christmas tree yesterday．
10．Why do John’s parents put many boxes under the Christmas tree?
A．Because the boxes are very heavy．
B．Because the tree is full of presents．
C．Because Santa Claus will put his presents in them．
11．Where will Sally put her stockings finally?
A．On the tree．
B．Near the pillow．
C．At the table．
听第10段材料，回答第12～14题。
Nothing expresses the spirit of the holiday more than music．More than any other holiday celebrated in America, Christmas moves people to write, play and sing music．There are all religious songs, expressing joy or a sense of spiritual mystery, old folk songs and modern pop music, songs about winter Christmas trees and Santa Claus．People sing Christmas songs in churches and at school．They hear them on the radio, in stores, and even on street corners．More groups of people get together to sing at Christmas than at any other time of the year．During Christmas, many churches and schools give holiday concerts．The concert halls organize large group singing activities, called sing-songs．Many Christmas songs sound beautiful when sung by a large group．
12．What can express the spirit of the holiday most?
A．Nothing．
B．Music．
C．Art．
13．What kind of music is not mentioned in the passage?
A．Old folk songs．
B．Jazz．
C．Pop music．
14．Why do concert halls organize large group singing activities?
A．The sound can be spread farther．
B．They can make some money．
C．Large groups can make the songs sound very beautiful．
听第11段材料，并判断下列陈述是否正确(True or False)。
Mother’s Day
Brother：Hi, Angela．What are you doing?
Sister：Trying to figure out how to bake a cake．
Brother：Forget it, Angela．You can’t even make a sandwich．
Sister：Keep your mouth shut．
Brother：What do you want to bake a cake for anyway?Are we having any visitors today?
Sister：No．It’s for tomorrow．
Brother：Tomorrow?You can ask Mom to give you a hand．
Sister：Tomorrow is Mother’s Day．
Brother：That’s why you want to bake a cake, eh?Tell you what, why don’t you just buy a card or a dozen carnations?
Sister：Will you lend me twenty bucks?
Brother：Say it again．
Sister：You heard what I said．
Brother：You have your own pocket money．
Sister：What gift do you buy for Mom?
Brother：It’s a secret．
Sister：I knew you wouldn’t let me know．Who cares?
Brother：If you don’t have enough money to buy a gift, why don’t you just clean up the house?Mother will be pleased．She’ll have an easy day tomorrow．
Sister：Sounds like a good idea．But how about cooking?
Brother：Don’t worry．Leave it to me．
15．Tomorrow is Mother’s Day．
16．The brother is unwilling to lend her sister any money．
17．The sister will do cooking while the brother will do cleaning．
听第12段材料，从A、B、C三个选项中选出能回答问题的最佳选项。
A Birthday Party
Jane：Why?Are they out?(As she fumbles for the switch, the light suddenly comes on．)
All：Happy birthday!
Jane：Oh, what a surprise!Thank you all．
Lin Yun：Now close your eyes．(She holds up a stuffed puppy in front of Jane and yaps．)Okay, you can open your eyes now．
Jane：Wow!A cute puppy!
Lin Yun：This is a birthday present from all of us．
Joe：Hope you like it．
Jane：That’s very thoughtful of you．
Lin Yun：Thanks for your good advice, Joe．Look here, Jane．We’ve also got a cake．
Jane：Oh, I can’t believe it!I thought only Mom would do that for me．
Lin Yun：Don’t be so sentimental．Let’s light the candles．(They sing “Happy Birthday”．)
Wang Fang：Now make a wish and blow out the candles．
Jane：I’ve made the same wish many times, but it hasn’t come true yet．
Li Yiwei：It will, as long as you wish it whole-heartedly．(Jane takes a deep breath and blows out all the candles．Her classmates clap．)
Joe：We’re starving．Jane, please cut the cake．(After dinner, Lin Yun suggests singing and dancing for fun．)
Lin Yun：Let’s sing some English songs．
Li Yiwei：Okay, which one shall we start with?
Wang Fang：How about “Red River Valley”?(She takes the lead：“Oh, the buffalo’s gone from the prairie…”and they sing together．)
Lin Yun：Great．What shall we sing next?
Joe：Let’s sing “Rockey Mountain High”, John Denver’s favorite．
Qian Hong：Yeah．Let our spirits soar．
Li Yiwei：Here it goes．(She starts to play the tune．They sing．)
Jane：Li Yiwei, I didn’t know you could play the mouthorgan so well．
Lin Yun：You didn’t?Let her play a solo for you, will you?Yiwei, play a famous Chinese tune for Jane, how about “Erquanyingyue”?(Li plays the tune．)
Jane：(Claps)Wonderful．I wish I could do something like that．The Chinese music is so beautiful．I am lost．
Lin Yun：Now, Wang Fang, why not show your dancing talent for us?(Wang performs her Xinjiang dance．)
Jane：Thank you, Wang Fang．You let me know you more．How happy I am tonight!I hope the pleasant time lasts forever．
18．Whose birthday is it today?
A．Jane’s．
B．Lin Yun’s．
C．Wang Fang’s．
19．Which song did they sing first?
A．Rockey Mountain High．
B．Red River Valley．
C．Happy Birthday．
20．Who can play mouthorgan(口琴)well?
A．Lin Yun．
B．Li Yiwei．
C．Wang Fang．
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