When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was badly crippled (跛脚), and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare, I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. If ever noticed or bothered, he never let on.
It was difficult to walk together—and because of that, we didn’t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace. I will try to follow you.”
Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and even in bad weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. It was a matter of pride for him.
When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help... Such times my sister or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, N.Y., on a child’s sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would try to grasp handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home. w.w.w.k.s.5.u.c.o.m
When I think of it now, I am surprised at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to suffer from shame and disability. And I am also surprised at how he did it—without bitterness or complaint.
He never talked about himself as an object of pity, not did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.
Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don’t know exactly what a “good heart” is. But I know the times I don’t have one myself.
He has been away for many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about my troubles, when I am envious of another’s good fortune, when I don’t have a “good heart”.
【小题1】How did the man treat his father when he was young?

When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was badly crippled (跛脚), and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare, I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. If ever noticed or bothered, he never let on.

It was difficult to walk together—and because of that, we didn’t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace. I will try to follow you.”

Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and even in bad weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. It was a matter of pride for him.

When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help... Such times my sister or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, N.Y., on a child’s sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would try to grasp handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home. www.7caiedu.cn

When I think of it now, I am surprised at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to suffer from shame and disability. And I am also surprised at how he did it—without bitterness or complaint.

He never talked about himself as an object of pity, not did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.

Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don’t know exactly what a “good heart” is. But I know the times I don’t have one myself.

He has been away for many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about my troubles, when I am envious of another’s good fortune, when I don’t have a “good heart”.

1.How did the man treat his father when he was young?

2.As a disabled man, his father____.

3.What does the underlined word “reluctance” mean in the article? It means ____.

4.How did the father get to work usually?

When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was badly crippled (跛脚), and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare, I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. If ever noticed or bothered, he never let on.
It was difficult to walk together—and because of that, we didn’t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace. I will try to follow you.”
Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and even in bad weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. It was a matter of pride for him.
When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help... Such times my sister or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, N.Y., on a child’s sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would try to grasp handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home.
When I think of it now, I am surprised at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to suffer from shame and disability. And I am also surprised at how he did it—without bitterness or complaint.
He never talked about himself as an object of pity, not did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.
Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don’t know exactly what a “good heart” is. But I know the times I don’t have one myself.
He has been away for many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about my troubles, when I am envious of another’s good fortune, when I don’t have a “good heart”.

1. 1.

   How did the man treat his father when he was young?

   1. A.
      He helped his father happily.
   2. B.
      He never helped his father.
   3. C.
      He helped his father, but not very happily.
   4. D.
      He only helped his father take a walk after supper.
2. 2.

   As a disabled man, his father____.

   1. A.
      didn’t work very hard
   2. B.
      didn’t go to work from time to time
   3. C.
      hated those who had good fortune
   4. D.
      was happy and satisfied, and never lost hope
3. 3.

   What does the underlined word “reluctance” mean in the article? It means ____.

   1. A.
      anger
   2. B.
      sadness
   3. C.
      happiness
   4. D.
      unwillingness
4. 4.

   How did the father get to work usually?

   1. A.
      By subway.
   2. B.
      By bus.
   3. C.
      By wheelchair.
   4. D.
      By bike

One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist（心理学家）at a children's institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room. I went out there where he was   41 

       Tim wore a black raincoat    42  was buttoned all the way up to his neck(脖子). His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while wringing （扭） his hands nervously(紧张地). He had   43   his father as a baby, and had lived with his mother and grandfather ever since. But the year before he turned 13, his grandfather and mother were killed in a car accident.

       I looked at Tim. He was very   44   and in low spirits . He   45   to talk to me. The first two times we   46  , Tim only sat hunched up （蜷缩） in the chair without saying a word. As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put my hand on his shoulder. He didn't draw  back, but he didn't look at me either.

       "Come back next week, if you like, " I said. I  47  a bit. Then I said, "I know it hurts. "

       He came, and I   48   we play chess. He nodded. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon—in   49  and without making any eye contact. It's not easy for me to 50                      

in chess, but I admit that I made sure Tim won once or twice.

       Usually, he arrived earlier, took the chessboard and pieces and set them up before I even got

a（n）  51  to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my   52  . But why did he   53  look at

me?

       "Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his   54   ." I thought.

       One afternoon, Tim took off his raincoat and put it on the back of the chair. While he was setting up the chess pieces, his face seemed more   55  and his motions more lively.

       Some months later, I sat staring at Tim's head,   56   he was bent over the chessboard. I was thinking about how little we knew about the healing （治疗） process.   57  , he looked up at me. "It's your   58  ," he said.

       After that day, Tim started talking.

       Maybe I gave Tim something, but I learned a lot from him. He showed me how one without any words can   59   out to another person. All it  60   is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, a sympathetic nature and an ear that listens.

41．A．walking        B．jumping   C．sitting      D．jogging

42．A．/       B．that   C．on which  D．what

43．A．hated B．found       C．missed      D．lost

44．A．sad    B．mad  C．calm  D．hard

45．A．liked B．agreed      C．refused     D．meant

46．A．talked       B．chatted     C．laughed    D．met

47．A．stopped    B．hesitated(犹豫) C．worried    D．doubted(怀疑)

48．A．invited     B．hoped       C．advised     D．asked

49．A．satisfaction      B．patience    C．silence      D．excitement

50．A．cheat B．move C．play  D．win

51．A．promise    B．invitation  C．order D．chance

52．A．toleration  B．patience    C．company(陪伴)       D．independence

53．A．sometimes       B．never C．often D．ever

54．A．pain  B．secret       C．ideas D．interests

55．A．serious     B．sad    C．alive  D．pale

56．A．since B．until  C．before      D．while

57．A．Suddenly  B．Nervously      C．Strangely      D．Fortunately

58．A．time  B．turn   C．fault  D．way

59．A．figure       B．leave C．bring D．reach

60．A．works             B．gives             C．takes           D．makes