题目内容
My son, Weikang, is playing ________ hula hoop at Zijin Square.
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When my son, Mark, was in the third grade, he saved all his pocket money for over three months to buy holiday presents. The third Saturday in December Mark said he had made his list and had twenty dollars in his pocket.
I drove him to a nearby supermarket. Mark picked up a hand basket and went in while I waited and watched in the car. It took Mark over 45 minutes to choose his presents. Finally he came to the checkout counter (交款处) and reached into his pocket ... Mark stood there holding his basket, tears falling down his face.
Then a surprising thing happened. A woman came up to Mark and took him in her arms. “You would help me a lot if you let me pay for you,” said the woman. “It would be the most wonderful gift you could give me. I only ask one day you will pass it on. When you grow up, I would like you to find someone you can help. When you help others, I know you will feel as good about it as I do now.”
Mark took the money, dried his tears and ran back to the checkout counter as fast as he could. That year we all enjoyed our gifts almost as much as Mark enjoyed giving them to us.
I would like to say “thank you” to that very kind woman, and tell her that four years later, Mark went house to house collecting blankets and clothes for the homeless people in the fire. And I want to promise her that Mark will never forget to keep passing it on.
【小题1】When did the story probably happen?
| A．On Christmas Day. | B．Before Christmas Day. |
| C．On New Year’s Day. | D．After New Year’s Day. |
| A．by himself | B．with the writer |
| C．with the woman | D．with his friends |
| A．His gifts were stolen | B．His basket was broken. |
| C．He lost his money. | D．He lost his way. |
| A．Collecting blankets and clothes for homeless people. | B．Helping others. |
| C．Enjoying gifts | D．Saying thank you. |
| A．A broken pocket | B．A kind woman |
| C．A happy family | D．A wonderful gift |
When I was a boy growing up in New Jersey in the 1960s, we had a milkman delivering milk to our doorstep. His name was Mr. Basille. He wore a white cap and drove a white truck.
Of course, he delivered (分发) more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would write a note — “Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”. Then she put the note and the empty bottles into the milk box. The next day, the buttermilk would magically appear.
There was also a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr. Basille even had a key to our house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we put the box in the house, so that the milk wouldn’t freeze. And I remember Mr. Basille from time to time taking a break at our kitchen table, having a cup of tea and telling stories about his delivery.
I am sad that there is no home milk delivery today. Big companies produce cheaper milk, and milk is for sale everywhere. People may not need the milkman anymore.
Recently, I saw an old milk box in the countryside and it brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and put it outside the door. My son’s friends always ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship with his milk.
【小题1】The milkman delivered milk to family _____ in the old days.
| A．by car | B．by bike | C．on foot | D．by truck |
| A．into the bottles | B．into the milk box |
| C．in the kitchen | D．in front of the door |
| A．missed the good old days |
| B．wanted to tell funny stories |
| C．needed it for his milk bottle |
| D．wanted to give it to the milkman |
