Some years ago I took on a task in a southern county to work with people on public welfare. What I
wanted to do was to show that everybody has the capacity to be self sufficient and all we have to do is to activate（激励）them. I asked the country to pick up a group of people who were on public welfare,
people from different racial groups and different family groups. I would then see them as a group for three
hours every Friday. I also asked for a little petty cash to work with, as I needed it.
        The first thing I said after I shook hands with everybody was, “I’d like to know what your dreams
are.” Everyone looked at me as if I were kind of fool.
        One woman said to me, “I don’t know what you can do with dreams. The rats are eating up my
kids.”
        “Oh,” I said, “That’s terrible. No, of course, you are very much involved with the rats and your
kids. How can that be helped?”
        “Well, I could use a new screen door because there are holes in my screen door.” I asked, “Is there
anybody around here who know how to fix a screen door?”
        There was a man in the group and he said, “A long time ago I used to do things like that but now I
have a terribly bad back, but I’ll try.”
        I told him I had some money if he would go to the store and but some screening and go and fix the
lady’s screen door. “Do you think you can do that?”
        “Yes, I’ll try.”
        The next week, when the group was seated. I said to the woman, “Well, is your screen door fixed?”
        “Oh, yes.” she said.
        “Then we can start dreaming, can’t we?” she sort of smiled at me.
        I said to the man who did the work, “How do you feel?”
        He said, “Well, you know, it’s very funny thing. I’m beginning to feel a lot better.”
        That helped the group to begin to dream. These seemingly small successes allowed the group to see
that dreams were not insane. These small steps began to get people to see and feel that something really
could happen.
        Everyone found something. The man who put in the screen door became a handyman. In 12 weeks, I
had all those people off public welfare. I’ve not only done that once, I’ve done that in many times.

1．What’s the opinion the author had when he took on the work?

A．People need to be activated by others to make a living.
B．Everyone should not have depended on public welfare.
C．Everyone has the ability to live on without getting public welfare.
D．The county should gather people from different racial groups together.

2．Which of the following statements is TRUE according to the passage?

A．The author did the work at his own expense.
B．The people the author worked with were very wealthy.
C．The author usually met the people four times a month.
D．The people the author worked with had no dreams at all.

3．What does the underlined sentence in Paragraph 3 mean?

A．The rats are so big that they eat the children.
B．The rats are crazy and have the children as food.
C．The rats are giving the kids and the mother much trouble.
D．The kids are too weak and even are nearly eaten by the rats.

4．What are the last two paragraphs mainly about?

A．Anything in the would is difficult. Ks5u
B．Small success can be parts of your dream.
C．I have had those people off public welfare.
D．Your dream comes before it becomes a reality.

     Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face. Living alone, every day he worked
in his garden. In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his. All sorts of flowers grew there,
blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower’s place, so that
there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.
     Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller. So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans that he’d never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with fruits. The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled, feeling
proud of having such a friend.
     The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had
hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and
nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true
friendship.
     In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or
flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger. Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see
him then.
     "There’s no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts."The Miller said to his wife, "When people are in trouble they shouldn’t be bothered. So I’ll wait till the spring comes when he’s happy to give me
flowers."
     "You’re certainly very thoughtful," answered his wife, "It’s quite a treat to hear you talk about
friendship."
     "Couldn’t we ask Hans up here?" said their son. "I’ll give him half my meal, and show him my white
rabbits."
     "How silly you are!" cried the Miller. "I really don’t know what’s the use of sending you to school. If
Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody’s nature. I am his best friend, and I’ll always watch over him, and see that he’s not led into any temptation. Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldn’t be confused. The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things. Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son, who
felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into his tea.
     Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans. Again he talked about friendship. “Hans, friendship
never forgets. I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life. See, how lovely your roses are!”
     Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard
time of the winter.
     "I’ll give you many good things. I think being generous is the base of friendship."said the Miller. “And
now, as I’ll give you many good things, I’m sure you’d like to give me some flowers in return. Here’s the
basket, and fill it quite full.”
     Poor Hans was afraid to say anything. He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Miller’s
basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller.
     The next day he heard the Miller calling: “Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to
market?”
     "I’m sorry, but I am really very busy today."
     "Well," said the Miller, "considering that I’m going to give you my things, it’s rather unfriendly of you to refuse. Upon my word, you mustn’t mind my speaking quite plainly to you."
     Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry
and wasted.
     One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.
     "Hans," cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I’m going for the
Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it’s such a bad windy night. It has just occurred to me that you can
go instead of me. You know I’m going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me in
return.”
     "Certainly," cried Hans. He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the
Miller’s house in time to save the boy. However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a
deep pool, drowned.
     At Hans’ funeral, the Miller said, “I was his best friend. I should walk at the head of the procession.”
Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.
1. From the passage, we can learn that Hans ___________.
A. was extremely wise and noble
B. was highly valued by the Miller
C. admired the Miller very much
D. had a strong desire for fortune
2. “Flour is one thing, and friendship is another” can be understood as ___________. 
A. “Different words may mean quite different things.”
B. “Interest is permanent while friendship is flexible.”
C. “I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life.”
D. “I think being generous is the base of friendship.”
3. From the Miller’s talk at home, we can see he was ___________. 
A. serious but kind
B. helpful and generous
C. caring but strict
D. selfish and cold-hearted
4. What’s the main cause of Hans’ tragedy?
A. True friendship between them.
B. A lack of formal education. 
C. A sudden change of weather.
D. Blind devotion to a friend.
5. The author described the Miller’s behavior in order to ___________. 
A. entertain the readers with an incredible joking tale
B. show the friendship between Hans and the Miller
C. warn the readers about the danger of a false friend 
D. persuade people to be as intelligent as the Miller

      My favorite teacher's name was "Dead-Eye" Bean. Her real name was Dorothy. She taught
American history to eighth graders in the junior high section of Creston, the high school that served
the north end of Grand Rapids, Mich. It was the fall of 1944. Franklin D. Roosevelt was president;
American troops were battling their way across France; Joe DiMaggio was still in the service; the
Montgomery bus boycott was more than a decade away, and I was a 12-year-old black newcomer
in a school that was otherwise all white.
     My mother, who had been a widow in New York, had married my stepfather, a Grand Rapids
physician, the year before, and he had bought the best house he could afford for his new family.
The problem for our new neighbors was that their neighborhood had previously been pristine(in their
terms) and they were ignorant about black people. The prevailing wisdom in the neighborhood was
that we were spoiling it and that we ought to go back where we belonged (or, alternatively, ought
not to intrude where we were not wanted). There was a lot of angry talk among the adults, but
nothing much came of it.
    But some of the kids, those first few weeks, were quite nasty. They threw stones at me, chased
me home when I was on foot and spat on my bike seat when I was in class. For a time, I was a
pretty lonely, friendless and sometimes frightened kid. I was just transplanted from Harlem, and
here in Grand Rapids, the dominant culture was speaking to me insistently.
    I can see now that those youngsters were bullying and I was culturally disadvantaged. I knew
then that they were bigoted(偏执的), but the culture spoke to me more powerfully than my mind
and I felt ashamed for being different - a nonstandard person.
    I now know that Dorothy Bean understood most of that and disapproved of it. So things began
to change when I walked into her classroom. She was a pleasant-looking single woman, who looked
old and wrinkled to me at the time, but who was probably about 40.
    Whereas my other teachers approached the problem of easing in their new black pupil by ignoring
him for the first few weeks, Mrs. Bean went right at me. On the morning after having read our first
assignment, she asked me the first question. I later came to know that in Grand Rapids, she was
viewed as a person who believed, among other things, that Negroes were equal.
     I answered her question and the follow-up. They weren't brilliant answers, but they did establish
the fact that I had read the assignment and that I could speak English. Later in the hour, when one
of my classmates had failed to give an answer, Miss. Bean came back to me with a question that
required me to clean up the girl's mess and established me as a smart person.
    Thus, the teacher began to give me human dimensions, though not perfect ones for an eighth
grader. It was somewhat better to be a teacher's pet than merely a dark presence in the back of the
room.
    A few days later, Miss Bean became the first teacher ever to require me to think. She asked my
opinion about something Jefferson had done. In those days, all my opinions were derivative(缺乏独
创性的). I was for Roosevelt because my parents were and I was for the Yankees because my
older buddy from Harlem was a Yankee fan. Besides, we didn't have opinions about historical figures
like Jefferson. Like our high school building or Mayor Welch, he just was.
    After I stared at her for a few seconds, she said: "Well, should he have bought Lousiana or not?"
    "I guess so," I replied tentatively.
    "Why?" she shot back.
     Why? What kind of question was that, I complained silently. But I ventured an answer. Day after
day, she kept doing that to me, and my answers became stronger and more confident. She was the
first teacher to give me the sense that thinking was part of education and that I could form opinions
that had some value.
     Her final service to me came on a day when my mind was wandering and I was idly digging my
pencil into the writing surface on the arm of my chair. Miss Bean suddenly threw a hunk of gum
eraser at me. By amazing chance, it hit my hand and sent the pencil flying. She gasped, and I crept
(爬) shamefacedly after my pencil as the class roared. That was the ice breaker.
     Afterward, kids came up to me to laugh about "Old Dead-Eye Bean." The incident became a
legend, and I, a part of that story, became a person to talk to.

1. Why did the author moved to Grand Rapids?

A. Because his mother was a widow.
B. Because he knew Miss Bean was in Creston, Grand Rapids.
C. Because his mother got married to a physician in Grand Rapids.
D. Because black people could live anywhere they liked at that time.

2. When the author first moved to Grand Rapids, the other kids_________.

A. talked to him a lot                  
B. were friendly to him
C. were unkind to him                  
D. were curious about him and liked talking with him

3. Which of the following is not the help the author got from Miss Bean?

A. She punished the naughty boys who were rude to him.
B. She established him as a smart person in front of his classmates.
C. She helped him to form his own opinions.
D. She eased his relationship with his classmates.

4. Which of the following is TRUE? 

A. Most people were friendly to black people at that time.
B. My classmates' laughter hurt me when Miss Bean threw a piece of eraser to me.
C. The author's most teachers just ignored him for the first few weeks.
D. The author's answers in his first class made him a smart person in his classmates' eyes.

5. Which question is NOT answered in the story? 

A. Why did the author like Miss Bean?
B. Why did Miss Bean throw an eraser at the author?
C. Where did Miss Bean grow up?
D. Had Miss Bean got married?