- I made it at last．I am on top of the world! - A．Congratulations．B．Don’t fall down!C．Oh, really?D．So far, so good. 题目和参考答案——青夏教育精英家教网—

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— I made it at last．I am on top of the world!
— __________

A．Congratulations．	B．Don’t fall down!
C．Oh, really?	D．So far, so good.

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　　That cold January night,I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco．There I was,walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater．With opening night only a week away,I was still learning my lines．I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time．As I walked,I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco．City life had become too much for me．

　　As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings,I felt very small and cold．I began running,both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers（抢劫犯）．Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets．

　　About a block from my apartment（公寓房间）,I heard a sound behind me I turned quickly,half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun．The street was empty．All I saw was a shining streetlight．Still,the noise had made me nervous,so I started to run faster．Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been．It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk．

　　Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore．I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise．Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes,my wallet was nowhere to be found．

　　Just as I was about to give up the search,I heard the garbage truck（垃圾车）pull up to the sidewalk next to me．When a voice called from the inside,“Alisa Camacho?”I thought I was dreaming．How could this man know my name?The door opened,and out jumped a small red-haired man withan amused look in his eyes．“Is this what you're looking for?”he asked,holding up a small square shape．

　　It was nearly 3 A．M．by the time I got into bed．I wouldn't get much sleep that night,but I had gotten my wallet back．I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life．I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other．

(1)

How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?
[　　]
A．	Cold and sick．
B．	Fortunate and hopeful．
C．	Satisfied and cheerful．
D．	Disappointed and helpless．

(2)

From the first paragraph,we learn that the writer was busy ________
[　　]
A．	solving her problem at the bank
B．	taking part in various city activities
C．	learning acting in an evening school
D．	preparing for the first night show

(3)

On her way home the writer ________
[　　]
A．	lost her wallet unknowingly
B．	was stopped by a garbage truck driver
C．	was robbed of her wallet by an armed man
D．	found some homeless people following her

(4)

In the fifth paragraph,why did the writer say she was dreaming?
[　　]
A．	Someone offered to take her back home．
B．	A red-haired man came to see her．
C．	She heard someone call her name．
D．	Her wallet was found in a garbage truck．

(5)

From the text,we can infer that the writer ________
[　　]
A．	would stop working at night
B．	would stay on in San Francisco
C．	would make friends with cleaners
D．	would give up her job at the bank

My father was a foreman of a sugar-cane plantation in Rio Piedras, Puerto Rico. My first job was to drive the oxen that ploughed the cane fields. I would walk behind an ox, guiding him with a broomstick. For $ 1 a day, I worked eight hours straight, with no food breaks.

It was very tedious work, but it prepared me for life and taught me many lasting lessons. Because the plantation owners were always watching us, I had to be on time every day and work as hard as I could. I’ve never been late for any job since. I also learned about being respectful and faithful to the people you work for. More important, I earned my pay; it never entered my mind to say I was sick just because I didn’t want to work.

I was only six years old, but I was doing a man’s job. Our family needed every dollar we could make because my father never earned more than $ 18 a week. Our home was a three-room wood shack with a dirty floor and no toilet. Nothing made me prouder than bringing home money to help my mother, father, two brothers and three sisters. This gave me self-esteem(自尊心), one of the most important things a person can have.

When I was seven, I got work at a golf course near our house. My job was to stand down the fairway and spot the balls as they landed, so the golfers could find them. Losing a ball meant you were fired, so I never missed one. Some nights I would lie in bed and dreamt of making thousands of dollars by playing golf and being able to buy a bicycle.

The more I dreamed, the more I thought. Why not? I made my first golf club out of guava limb(番石榴树枝) and a piece of pipe. Then I hammered an empty tin can into the shape of a ball. And finally I dug two small holes in the ground and hit the ball back and forth. I practiced with the same devotion and intensity. I learned working in the field — except now I was driving golf balls with club, not oxen with a broomstick.

The writer’s first job was _______.

A. to stand down the fairway at a golf course

B. to watch over the sugar-cane plantation

C. to drive the oxen that ploughed the cane fields

D. to spot the balls as they landed so the golfers could find them

The word “tedious” in Paragraph 2 most probably means _______.

A. difficult B. boring C. interesting D. unusual

The writer learned that_______ from his first job.

A. he should work for those who he liked most

B. he should work longer than what he was expected

C. he should never fail to say hello to his owner

D. he should be respectful and faithful to the people he worked for

_______ gave the writer serf-esteem.

A. Having a family of eight people

B. Owning his own golf course

C. Bringing money back home to help the family

D. Helping his father with the work on the plantation

Which of the following statements is true according to the passage?

A. He wanted to be a successful golfer.

B. He wanted to run a golf course near his house.

C. He was satisfied with the job he got on a plantation.

D. He wanted to make money by guiding oxen with a broomstick.

The repairman told me, “No charge, Professor Pan! We’re friends.” “I’d rather pay,” I replied. “If it’s free, I can’t afford it!”
Chinese often refuse payment for professional services, insisting, “We’re friends now!” But then they show up later to ask me to tutor them in English, or get them into an American university, and I wish I’d have just paid the 30 yuan I owed them in the first place!
According to the Americans “There’s no free lunch.” meaning, there’s a price for everything, and I’m always looking around to figure out what this means.
Many of our neighbors have given us fruit or flowers or costly teas, never asking anything in return. For years, a bicycle repairman has repeatedly refused to let me pay him. “Wait until you have something major to fix!” he insists.
I mentioned to a peasant friend that I wished I had a stone mill to grind (磨) flour for bread. A month later he showed up with a beautiful mill that he’d had his uncle in the countryside carve from a solid block of granting (花岗石).
Chinese generosity is a real education for Americans like me, who would rather avoid social entanglements (纠纷) and just hand over the money. But cash can’t compensate (补偿) for the greatest gift—friendship.
When an American saw some of my friends sitting on bamboo stools under the trees, sipping tea, he said, “They must have nothing better to do.” “Actually,” I said, “they are professors, with plenty of to do. But probably you’re right in saying that, at this moment, they have nothing better to do. And neither do I”
And I joined the group. We chatted about tea and Chinese cooking and how much my boys have grown since we arrived. One man said, “They were pocket-sized when you came here. Now they’re taller than you. How time flies!”
How time flies. And Chinese are smart enough to share what they know, which they cannot keep. They freely give off their time, never too busy to help a friend. And they are teaching me, slowly, to both give and receive.
So the next time someone says, “No charge. We’re friends!” I will thank them heartily. But if they show up later asking me to tutor them in English, I’ll make sure they tutor my son in Chinese as well, because there’s still no free lunch.
69.Why did the author insist paying the repairman when he was offered free repairs?
A. Because he was an upright (正直的) man.
B. Because he didn’t know the repairman.
C. Because he thought it natural to pay for others’ service.
D. Because he didn’t want to help others in return.
70. Generally, the author thinks that _____ .
A. Chinese are generous and always ready to help their friends
B. Chinese are good at exchange of equal values
C. Chinese are free enough to drink tea and chat with their friends
D. Chinese are helpful but don’t treasure time
71. The best title of the article should be _____ .
A. Still no free lunch
B. A good lesson from the Chinese
C. True help or not
D. Learn to both give and receive
72. Which of the following is TRUE?
A. Chinese seldom refuse payment for professional services.
B. When a peasant knew the author needed a mill, he made one for the author himself
C. The author thinks that Chinese are wise enough to enjoy their life.
D. Finally, the author changed his mind and decided to do as the Chinese do.

I have only once been in trouble with the law. The whole process of being arrested and taken to court was a rather unpleasant experience at the time, but it makes a good story now. What makes it rather disturbing was the arbitrary circumstances both of my arrest and my subsequent? fate in court.

It happened in February about twelve years ago. I had left school a couple of months before that and was not due to go to university until the following October. I was still living at home at the time.

One morning I was in Richmond, a suburb of London near where I lived. I was looking for a temporary job so that I could save up some money to go traveling. As it was a fine day and I was in no hurry, I was taking my time, looking in shop windows, strolling in the park, and sometimes just stopping and looking around me. It must have been this obvious aimlessness that led to my downfall.

It was about half past eleven when it happened. I was just walking out of the local library, having unsuccessfully sought employment there, when I saw a man walking across the road with the obvious intention of talking to me. I thought he was going to ask me the time. Instead, he said he was a police officer and he was arresting me. At first I thought it was some kind of joke.

But then another policeman appeared, this time in uniform, and I was left in no doubt.

“But what for?” I asked.

“Wandering with intent to commit an arrestable offence.” he said.

“What offence?” I asked.

“Theft.” he said.

“Theft of what?” I asked.

“Milk bottles,” he said, and with a perfectly straight face too!

“Oh,” I said.

It turned out there had been a lot of petty thefts in the area, particularly that of stealing milk bottles from doorsteps.

Then I made my big mistake. At the time I was nineteen, had long untidy hair, and regarded myself as part of the sixties’ “youth counterculture”. As a result, I wanted to appear cool and unconcerned with the incident, so I said, “How long have you been following me?” in the most casual and conversational tone I could manage. I thus appeared to them to be quite familiar with this sort of situation, and it confirmed them in their belief that I was a thoroughly disreputable （品行不端的）character.

????????????? A few minutes later a police car arrived.

????????????? “Get in the back,” they said. “Put your hands on the back of the front seat and don’t move them.”

????????????? They got in on either side of me. It wasn’t funny any more.

????????????? At the police station they questioned me for several hours. I continued to try to look worldly and familiar with the situation. When they asked me what I had been doing, I told them I’d been looking for a job. “Aha,” I could see them thinking, “unemployed”.

Eventually, I was officially charged and told to report to Richmond Magistrates’ Court the following Monday. Then they let me go.

I wanted to conduct my own defense in court, but as soon as my father found out what had happened, he hired a very good lawyer. We went along that Monday armed with all kinds of witnesses, including my English teacher from school as a character witness. But he was never called on to give evidence. My “trial” didn’t get that far. The magistrate （法官） dismissed the case after fifteen minutes. I was free. The poor police had never stood a chance. The lawyer even succeeded in getting costs awarded against the police.

And so I do not have a criminal record. But what was most shocking at the time was the things my release from the charge so clearly depended on. I had the “right” accent, respectable middle-class parents in court, reliable witnesses, and I could obviously afford a very good lawyer. Given the obscure nature of the charge, I feel sure that if I had come from a different background, and had really been unemployed, there is every chance that I would have been found guilty. While asking for costs to be awarded, my lawyer’s case quite obviously revolved （回转） around the fact that I had a “brilliant academic record”.

Meanwhile, just outside the courtroom, one of the policemen who had arrested me was gloomily complaining to my mother that another youngster had been turned against the police. “You could have been a bit more helpful when we arrested you,” he said to me reproachfully （责备地）.

What did he mean? Probably that I should have looked outraged and said something like, “Look here, do you know who you’re talking to? I am a highly successful student with a brilliant academic record. How dare you arrest me!” Then they, probably, would have apologized perhaps even taken off their caps, and let me on my way.

1.Judging from the first paragraph, the writer’s attitude towards his story is _______.

A. angry????? ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? B. sad?????? ?????????????

C. amused?????? ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? ????????????? D. more than just one of the above

2.The first man who came up to him was ______.

A. a uniformed policeman???????????????? ????????????? B. a policeman in plainclothes

C. not a policeman?????????????????????? ????????????? D. a good joker

3.The court never asked the author’s English teacher to give evidence because _______.

A. the time for the trial was limited to fifteen minutes only

B. the author wanted to conduct his own defense in court

C. the case was dismissed before the trial reached that stage

D. he was found to be unqualified as a character witness

4.The author believes that he would most probably have been declared guilty if _______.

A. the magistrate had been less gentle?????? ?????????????

B. he had really been out of work

C. he had been born in a lower— class family ?????????????

D. both B and C

5. In the opinion of one of the policeman who had arrested the author, the whole thing might not have occurred if ______.

A. he had protested strongly at the time???? ?????????????

B. he had begged to be allowed to go home

C. he hadn’t wandered aimlessly?????????? ?????????????

D. he had tried to look cool

6.We can see from the passage that the author ______.

A. has broken the law only once

B. has never broken the law

C. has broken the law on more than one occasion

D. once broke the law without knowing it

My father was a foreman of a sugar-cane plantation in Rio Piedras, Puerto Rico. My first job was to drive the oxen（牛） that ploughed the cane fields. I would walk behind an ox, guiding him with a broomstick. For $ 1 a day, I worked eight hours straight, with no food breaks.

1.The word “tedious” in Paragraph 2 most probably means _______.