My grandmother was an iron-willed woman, the feared head of the family. When I was five years old, she invited some friends to her apartment for a party. __1__ the guests was a neighborhood big shot(大亨). They had a little girl about my age who was __2__ and very much used to getting her own way.

Grandmother spent a lot of time with the big shot and his family. She __3__ them the most important members of her social circle and tried hard to please them. At one point during the party, I __4__ my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. A minute or two later, the little girl __5__ the bathroom door and simply walked in. I was still sitting down. “Don't you know that little girls aren't __6__ to come into the bathroom when a little boy is using it!?” I shouted. The __7__ I had piled upon her shocked the little girl. Then she started to cry. She tearfully __8__ to her parents and my grandmother. Grandmother was waiting for me when I left the bathroom. I received the longest, sharpest __9__. After her scolding was over and I had been dismissed, the party __10__.

Twenty minutes later, all that changed. Grandmother walked by the bathroom and noticed a flood of water __11__ out from under the door. She __12__ the bathroom door and saw that the sink and tub were plugged(塞)up and that the taps __13__ at full blast(拧到最大). Everyone knew who did it. The guests quickly formed a __14__ wall around me, but Grandmother was __15__  angry that she almost got to me anyway.

My grandfather took me __16__ to the window. He was a kind and gentleman, full of wisdom and patience. __17__ did he raise his voice to anyone, and never did he __18__ his wife. He looked at me with much curiosity, __19__  angry or upset.

“Tell me,” he asked, “why did you do it?”

“Well, she shouted at me __20__,” I said earnestly. “Now she's got something to shout about.”

Grandfather didn't speak right away. He just sat there, looking at me and smiling. “Eric,” he said at last, “you are my revenge(复仇).”

1. A. Between  B. Among  C. Around  D. Beside

2. A. spoiled  B. harmed  C. liked   D. concerned

3. A. imagined          B. told           C. evaluated           D. considered

4. A. made              B. found   C. pushed  D. wound

5. A. closed             B. opened   C. beat  D. tapped

6. A. expected        B. asked           C. supposed          D. told

7. A. happiness          B. depression       

C. embarrassment    D. anger

8. A. complained        B. apologized  

C. replied               D. referred

9. A. cry  B. blame  C. comment   D. demand

10. A. picked up         B. broke down      

C. carried on       D. took off

11. A. moving   B. stirring  C. floating  D. streaming

12. A. pushed open         B. pulled down 

C. shut up            D. knocked at

13. A. had gone               B. were going    

C. went                 D. had been going

14. A. productive       B. hard         

C. protective     D. rough

15. A. so       B. too        C. as       D. very

16. A. by his hand   B. by the hand  

C. by surprise      D. with anxiety

17. A. Often   B. Sometimes  C. Always   D. Rarely

18. A. argue with      B. talk with   

C. put up with           D. come to terms with

19. A. other than       B. instead of    

C. rather than      D. more than

20. A. for something   B. for nothing       

C. without doubt   D. with sympathy

I passed all the other courses that I took at my university, but I could have never passed botany. This was because all botany students had to spend several hours a week in a laboratory looking through a microscope at plant cells, and I could never once see a cell through a microscope. This used to make my professor angry. He would wander around the laboratory pleased with the progress all the students were making in drawing the structure of flower cells, until he came to me. I would just be standing there. “I can’t see anything,”I would say. He would begin patiently enough, explaining how anybody can see through a microscope, but he would always end up angrily, claiming that I could too see through a microscope but just pretended that I couldn’t. “It takes away from the beauty of flowers anyway.”I used to tell him.“We are not concerned with beauty in this course,”he would say.“We are concerned with the structure of flowers.” “Well,” I’d say.“I can’t see anything.” “Try it just once again,” he’d say, and I would put my eye to the microscope and see nothing at all, except now and again something unclear and milky. “You were supposed to see a clear, moving plant cells shaped like clocks.” “I see what looks like a lot of milk.” I would tell him. This, he claimed, was the result of my not having adjusted the microscope properly, so he would readjust it for me, or rather, for himself. And I would look again and see milk.
I failed to pass botany that year, and had to wait a year and try again, or I couldn’t graduate. The next term the same professor was eager to explain cell-structure again to his classes. “Well,”he said to me, happily, “we’re going to see cells this time, aren’t we?” “Yes,sir,” I said. Students to the right of me and to the left of me and in front of me were seeing cells; what’s more, they were . Of course, I didn’t see anything.
So the professor and I tried with every adjustment of the microscope known to man. With only once did I see anything but blackness or the familiar milk, and that time I saw, to my pleasure and amazement, something like stars. These I hurriedly drew. The professor, noting my activity, came to me, a smile on his lips and his eyebrows high in hope. He looked at my cell drawing. “What’s that?”he asked.“That’s what I saw,”I said.“You didn’t, you didn’t, you didn’t!”he screamed, losing control of himself immediately, and he bent over and looked into the microscope. He raised his head suddenly. “That’s your eye!”he shouted.“You’ve adjusted the microscope so that it reflects!You’re drawn your eye!”
【小题1】Why couldn’t the writer see the flower cells through the microscope?     .

A.Because he had poor eyesight
B.Because the microscope didn’t work properly
C.Because he was not able to adjust the microscope properly
D.Because he was just playing jokes on his professor by pretending not to have seen it
【小题2】What does the writer mean by “his eyebrows high in hope”in the last paragraph?
A.His professor expected him to have seen the cells and drawn the picture of them
B.His professor hoped he could perform his task with attention
C.His professor wished him to learn how to draw pictures
D.His professor looked forward to seeing all his students finish their drawings
【小题3】What is the thing like stars that the writer saw in the last paragraph?
A.Real starsB.His own eye
C.Something unknownD.Milk
【小题4】In what writing style did the writer write the passage?
A.Realistic B.RomanticC.SeriousD.Humorous

I passed all the other courses that I took at my university, but I could have never passed botany. This was because all botany students had to spend several hours a week in a laboratory looking through a microscope at plant cells, and I could never once see a cell through a microscope. This used to make my professor angry. He would wander around the laboratory pleased with the progress all the students were making in drawing the structure of flower cells, until he came to me. I would just be standing there. “I can’t see anything,”I would say. He would begin patiently enough, explaining how anybody can see through a microscope, but he would always end up angrily, claiming that I could too see through a microscope but just pretended that I couldn’t. “It takes away from the beauty of flowers anyway.”I used to tell him.“We are not concerned with beauty in this course,”he would say.“We are concerned with the structure of flowers.” “Well,” I’d say.“I can’t see anything.” “Try it just once again,” he’d say, and I would put my eye to the microscope and see nothing at all, except now and again something unclear and milky. “You were supposed to see a clear, moving plant cells shaped like clocks.” “I see what looks like a lot of milk.” I would tell him. This, he claimed, was the result of my not having adjusted the microscope properly, so he would readjust it for me, or rather, for himself. And I would look again and see milk.
I failed to pass botany that year, and had to wait a year and try again, or I couldn’t graduate. The next term the same professor was eager to explain cell-structure again to his classes. “Well,”he said to me, happily, “we’re going to see cells this time, aren’t we?” “Yes,sir,” I said. Students to the right of me and to the left of me and in front of me were seeing cells; what’s more, they were . Of course, I didn’t see anything.
So the professor and I tried with every adjustment of the microscope known to man. With only once did I see anything but blackness or the familiar milk, and that time I saw, to my pleasure and amazement, something like stars. These I hurriedly drew. The professor, noting my activity, came to me, a smile on his lips and his eyebrows high in hope. He looked at my cell drawing. “What’s that?”he asked.“That’s what I saw,”I said.“You didn’t, you didn’t, you didn’t!”he screamed, losing control of himself immediately, and he bent over and looked into the microscope. He raised his head suddenly. “That’s your eye!”he shouted.“You’ve adjusted the microscope so that it reflects!You’re drawn your eye!”

  1. 1.

    Why couldn’t the writer see the flower cells through the microscope?     .

    1. A.
      Because he had poor eyesight
    2. B.
      Because the microscope didn’t work properly
    3. C.
      Because he was not able to adjust the microscope properly
    4. D.
      Because he was just playing jokes on his professor by pretending not to have seen it
  2. 2.

    What does the writer mean by “his eyebrows high in hope”in the last paragraph?

    1. A.
      His professor expected him to have seen the cells and drawn the picture of them
    2. B.
      His professor hoped he could perform his task with attention
    3. C.
      His professor wished him to learn how to draw pictures
    4. D.
      His professor looked forward to seeing all his students finish their drawings
  3. 3.

    What is the thing like stars that the writer saw in the last paragraph?

    1. A.
      Real stars
    2. B.
      His own eye
    3. C.
      Something unknown
    4. D.
      Milk
  4. 4.

    In what writing style did the writer write the passage?

    1. A.
      Realistic
    2. B.
      Romantic
    3. C.
      Serious
    4. D.
      Humorous

    Leo married my mother when I was 1l, two years later we moved into a house in a new suburban development. At first our lawn (草坪) was just a mud pile with a few untidy clumps of grass, but Leo saw bright possibilities. "Your mother wants flowers; she can plant them here, where there's lots of sun," he said, "We'll plant trees over there, to give us shade. And in the backyard, I'd like a barbecue.” Then he smiled. "After so many years of apartment living, now we can have cookouts (野餐)!”

    Weekday mornings when the weather was bad, Leo often drove me to school. Having a father drop you off may have been taken for granted, but I always thought it was wonderful. During dinner, Leo would tell my brother and me stories about his job and we'd talk about our friendship and school-work.. "If you need any help, just ask me," he would say. "But I doubt that you need it. You two are so clever."

   Some people might think that doing errands (差事) and eating meals together are nothing special, but , I , who had spent my childhood watching other families do these everyday activities before, enjoyed them now with great delight. Looking back, I realize that Leo gave me what I needed most--the experience of doing ordinary things together as a family.

   One day, we learned that my "real" father -- who hadn't seen or supported my brother or me for more than five years --- wanted to see us again, on a regular basis. We remembered too well the early years we had spent with him. He had been angry and cruel, violent and unloving. Since my brother was then 17 years old, he didn't have to follow family-court rules. But because I was still a "minor", I had to meet with the judge.

    When Leo, my mother, and I entered the courtroom, my "real" father was already present. I avoided his look and told the judge I was one of a new family now, and that Leo taught me how to make things, that he always listened to me and never raised his voice. I said I didn't want to see my "real" father any more because he had never shown any love for me or even much attention.

  The judge looked at Leo. "How are things going?" he asked.

  "They couldn't be better," Leo answered. "I'm a lucky man to have such a family."

   Aren’t the best parents also good friends to their children, accepting them without reservation and telling them they can be counted on? Step families aren't bound by traditional ties, so the love and friendship they develop is extremely precious. Was Leo "perfect''? He'd deny it if I said so. And that's one reason why he was so "perfect" to me.     

   Soon after we moved to the suburb, one of our new neighbors introduced herself to me. She had already met my mother and Leo. "You know," she remarked, "you look just like your father."

     I knew she was just making conversation---- but even so...

     "Thank you," I said.

     Why tell her anything different?

67. What is the best title for the story?

A. My childhood               B. My “Real father”, My Enemy

C. My Stepfather, My Friend      D. Precious Friendship

68. Which of the following is true according to the passage?

A. Leo had lived in a large house alone in the country before he married my mother.

B. Thanks to Leo, our lawn took on a new look.

C. Before Leo came. I was always picked up by my "real" father when the weather was bad.

D. Leo wouldn’t like to help my brother and me because we were very clever.

69. What was very important to step families according to the writer?

A. Love and friendship                B. Care and respect

C. Wealth and understanding           D. Politeness and kindness

70. It can be inferred from the passage that _____.

A. My "real" father’s request was refused and he was out of my life.

B. My mother and "real" father didn’t separate until my brother was 17.

C. Leo was no one special in my life.

D. Leo and I were so alike that my neighbors couldn’t tell us apart.

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