68. How did the
rich man feel when he saw the basket?
He felt
A. pleased
B. unhappy
C. excited
D. moved
CDBB
13 (江苏省姜堰市溱潼中学高一10月月考) “BANG!”
the door caused a reverberation (回声). It was just standing there, with father standing on one side, and
I on the other side.
We were both in great anger. “Never set foot in this house again!” stormed
father. With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran
along the street.
The street lights were shining, causing rather sad-feeling. I wandered
aimlessly.
A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me. I felt as if I saw
my childhood from another space: happy and carefree.
But now … I don’t know
whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old. We differ
in our ways of thinking. He always put his opinions and codes of behavior on
me. Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits it. We are just like two
people coming from two different worlds. It feels like there is an iron door
between us that can never be opened.
I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind. My heart was frozen on
this hot summer night. As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on th
e
streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company. When I finally
reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived ,I saw that the light
was still on.
I thought to myself: “Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?”
In fac
t,
it was nothing. Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps. Perhaps
he thought they were useless. I never had the courage to tell him that I liked
collecting stamps. I can’t stand his outrageous(蛮横的)words: “I can’t throw you away, let alone these old papers?”
All the lights were off except father’s.
Dad was always like this. Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself. After
shouting at me, he never showed any mercy or any moments of regret. After an
argument he has the habit of creeping up in my sleep and then tucking me
underneath the covers.
This was how he always was.He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to
do has become his second nature.
The light was still on. “Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand,
I was as nervous as I had ever been. At last, I decided to open the door. As
soon as I opened the door tears ran down my cheeks. I suddenly realized that
the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all. Love-it
second to none.