题目内容
She was risking her own life.
她在拿自己的生命冒险。
The use of the word imitation(模仿) reminds me that we ought to make some more comments on the risk of people imitating what they see on the screen in the way of crime(犯罪) or violence.First there was always a risk of children acting out scenes which could be dangerous.For example,I remember a woman who was head of a middle school telling me that she had happened to look out of her window when the children were on the playground and had seen them putting a small boy on a chair with a rope round his neck and the rope over the branch of a tree;fortunately she was in time to get there before the child was hanged.I remember a film in particular in which the hero who was imprisoned had escaped by electrocuting(通电触死) his guard,the technique of doing this being shown in detail.This was the kind of scene which we could cut for these reasons.
In films for young people and adults we always tried to keep off the screen the details of criminal techniques,such as how to open a locked door with a piece of hard plastic or how to open a safe;if we were consulted(请教) before production,I used to advise that the details should not be shown.When I gave talks in prisons about film checking I had full support for this,since fathers who were in prison for criminal offences did not want their children to get on crime.
Every time I gave a talk in a prison someone used to mention the French film Rififi.made by Jules Dassin in 1954.This remarkable film showed in great detail a robbery of a jeweller’s shop,the robbery lasting about half an hour and being backed by only natural sound...one of the most brilliant film sequences(连续镜头) of all time.I remember our discussion at the time.We thought that the robbery was finished only with the use of advanced and obviously expensive equipment and that only the most experienced and skilled criminals could possibly imitate it;we believed therefore that it was relatively safe.When talking in prisons some years later I learned that there had been several robberies in which the techniques had been copied,so perhaps we were wrong.
The writer thinks that______.
A.the details of the criminal technique should be kept
B.the details of the crime should not be shown on the screen
C.children should not imitate what they see on the screen
D.it is dangerous to imitate what they see on the screen
What is the writer’s attitude(态度) towards the film in which the hero had escaped by electrocuting the guard?
A.The writer likes it very much.
B.The writer is strongly against it.
C.The writer thinks the film has some value.
D.The writer does not show his/her attitude.
All the following statements about“Rififi”are true EXCEPT______.
A.that the robbery shown needs experience and skills
B.that some very good tools were used in the robbery
C.that the film showed the technique in detail
D.that the technique of the robbery was not imitated
It can be inferred from the passage that______.
A.it is hard for children to tell the differences between real life and the imaginary
B.only people in prison support film checking
C.only children imitate what they have seen on the screen
D.the writer used to advise the details of crime should be shown
第三部分 阅读理解(共20小题;每小题2分,满分40分)阅读下列短文,从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中, 选出最佳选项,并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。AAren’t they all our children?There are few things in this life more difficult to experience than the loss of one’s child. Jim Wallis, in WHO SPEAKS FOR GOD, tells a story that happened during the war in Sarajevo. A reporter who was covering the violence in the middle of the city saw a little girl shot by a gunman. The reporter rushed to the aid of a man who was now holding the child. He helped them both into his car and sped off to a hospital. “Hurry, my friend,” the man urged, “my child is still alive.” A moment or two later he pleaded, “Hurry, my friend, my child is still breathing.” A little later he said, “Hurry, my friend, my child is still warm.” When they got to the hospital, the young girl was gone. “This is a terrible task for me,” the distraught man said to the reporter. “I must go and tell her father that his child is dead.” He looked at the man in surprise and said, “I thought she was your child.” The man replied, “No, but aren't they all our children?”I think that is one of the great questions of our age that deserves an answer. Aren’t they all our children? Those on our side of the border as well as those on the other side? Those of our nation no more or less than those of another? Aren’t they all our children? The well-educated and the under-educated? The well-fed and the under-fed? Those who are secure and those who are at risk? Aren’t they all our children? if we say yes, can we ever again pit them against each other? “If we have no peace,” said Mother Teresa, “it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”There may be no greater question for our generation. And how we answer that question will determine the shape of our world for years to come.51. What was the reporter doing when the shooting took place? A. Telling a story. B. Having a meeting. C. Reporting an event. D. Helping the wounded.52. From the text we know the girl died . A. in the hospital B. with nobody in front C. soon after the shooting D. far away from her home 53. How many people experienced the sad story? A. Three. B. Four. C. Five. D. Six.54. Which can best express the point of a yes to the question “Aren’t they all our children?” A. Health. B. Love. C. Wealth. D. Peace.
Aren’t they all our children?There are few things in this life more difficult to experience than the loss of one’s child. Jim Wallis, in WHO SPEAKS FOR GOD, tells a story that happened during the war in Sarajevo. A reporter who was covering the violence in the middle of the city saw a little girl shot by a gunman. The reporter rushed to the aid of a man who was now holding the child. He helped them both into his car and sped off to a hospital. “Hurry, my friend,” the man urged, “my child is still alive.” A moment or two later he pleaded, “Hurry, my friend, my child is still breathing.” A little later he said, “Hurry, my friend, my child is still warm.” When they got to the hospital, the young girl was gone. “This is a terrible task for me,” the distraught man said to the reporter. “I must go and tell her father that his child is dead.” He looked at the man in surprise and said, “I thought she was your child.” The man replied, “No, but aren't they all our children?”I think that is one of the great questions of our age that deserves an answer. Aren’t they all our children? Those on our side of the border as well as those on the other side? Those of our nation no more or less than those of another? Aren’t they all our children? The well-educated and the under-educated? The well-fed and the under-fed? Those who are secure and those who are at risk? Aren’t they all our children? if we say yes, can we ever again pit them against each other? “If we have no peace,” said Mother Teresa, “it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”There may be no greater question for our generation. And how we answer that question will determine the shape of our world for years to come.51. What was the reporter doing when the shooting took place? A. Telling a story. B. Having a meeting. C. Reporting an event. D. Helping the wounded.52. From the text we know the girl died . A. in the hospital B. with nobody in front C. soon after the shooting D. far away from her home53. How many people experienced the sad story? A. Three. B. Four. C. Five. D. Six.54. Which can best express the point of a yes to the question “Aren’t they all our children?” A. Health. B. Love. C. Wealth. D. Peace.
It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and all your work” was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.
My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she
cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute.”
On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her girls. There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.
Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. “Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven,” I thought confusedly.
It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn’t mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are.”
The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to “go park, see duck.” “I can’t go!” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that far.”
My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. “It’s a wonderful day,” she offered, “really warm, yet there’s a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?”
I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. “Come on,” I told my little girl. “You’re right, it’s too good a day to miss.”
Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath(余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of --- what dark and horrible things?
“Say!” A smile sipped out from his lips. “Do you remember --- no, of course you wouldn’t. It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”
I hardly dared speak. “Remember what?”
“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?”
1.Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought________.
A.she was too old to fly kites
B.her husband would make fun of her
C.she should have been doing her housework
D.her girls weren’t supposed to the boy’s games
2. By “we were all beside ourselves writer means that they all ________.
A.felt confused B.went wild with joy
C.looked on D.forgot their fights
3. What did the author think after the kite-flying?
A.The boys must have had more fun than the girls.
B.They should have finished their work before playing.
C.Her parents should spend more time with them.
D.All the others must have forgotten that day.
4.Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?
A.She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother.
B.She was reminded of the day they flew kites.
C.She had finished her work in the kitchen.
D.She thought it was a great day to play outside.
5. The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that ______.
A.the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories
B.his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life
C.childhood friendship means so much to the writer
D.people like him really changed a lot after the war
Our tolerating ability is indeed way beyond our imagination. But not until the very critical moment will we 21 our potential tolerating ability.
There was a woman in the countryside who got married at the age of 18 and had to escape with her two daughters and a son wherever she could at the age of 26 due to the Japanese army’s invasion. Many people in the village at that time could not 22 the suffering of being a fugitive(亡命者) and wanted to commit suicide. After she knew about it, she would come to those 23 ,saying, “Don’t do that 24 thing. There are no such setbacks(挫折) that we could not overcome!”
Finally she insisted until the day when all the Japanese armies were kicked out of China. 25 , her son died of disease without sufficient 26 and nutrition in those days of hardships. Her husband, after knowing the death of his son, lay in bed for two days without eating and drinking anything. She teared to her husband and said, “We have a tough destiny, but however tough our lives will be, we should also 27 . Though our son has passed away, we can have another. ”
After giving birth to the second 28 , her husband died of edema(水肿病), which almost 29 her away. But eventually, she 30 and held the three young children in her arms, saying, “My sweet hearts, don’t feel scared. You still have me, your dear mum!”
It took her pain efforts to 31 her children up and the life of her family was getting better and better. Two daughters were married and so was his son finally. She said to everyone she met, “Look! What I said is 32 right. There are no such setbacks that we could not overcome! My life is so happy now!” She was 33 gradually and could not do the farm work anymore. So she stayed at home and did some sewing work.
Nevertheless, the Heaven seemed to show no affection to her who had undergone a 34 life. She got her leg broken 35 when she was nursing her grandson. Due to her old age that posed a great risk to her operation, she did not receive operation and had to lie in bed all day long. Her children all cried heavily, while she merely said, “Why do you cry? I am still living.”
36 she could not rise from bed, she did not complain about anything and anybody. Instead, she sat on the bed and did some sewing work. She had learnt scarves-weaving, crafts-making, etc. All her neighbors spoke 37 of her skills and came to learn from her.
She lived until 86. Before she went to Heaven, she said to her children, “You all should live to your best. There are no such setbacks that we could not overcome!”
We will only get to realize our own iron will and strong tolerating ability after getting 38 heavily. Therefore, no matter what you are suffering from now, do not merely complain about the 39 of our destiny and maintain low-spirited all the time. There are no such setbacks that we could not overcome. Only those who have no confidence and courage to overcome setbacks will be 40 at last!
1. A.recognize B.realize C.reduce D.reach
2. A.bear B.see C.find D.feel
3. A.houses B.villages C.women D.people
4. A.hard B.silly C.easy D.smelly
5. A.Therefore B.However C.Furthermore D.Besides
6. A.food B.water C.medicine D.clothes
7. A.persist B.help C.work D.accept
8. A.child B.son C.daughter D.baby
9. A.get B.give C.blew D.put
10. A.stopped B.cried C.sighed D.recovered
11. A.raise B.teach C.build D.love
12. A.nearly B.absolutely C.almost D.naturally
13. A.dying B.growing C.aging D.complaining
14. A.happy B.long C.normal D.rough
15. A.purposely B.accidently C.suddenly D.quietly
16. A.As though B.Even though C.As long as D.Ever since
17.A. happily B. loudly C highly D. formally
18. A.hurt B.ill C.excited D.stricken
19. A.unfairness B.unhappiness C.unfitness D.uncomfortableness
20. A.hit B.improved C.defeated D.hurt