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     Honesty comes in many forms. First there’s self-honesty. Is what people see the real article or do
you appear through smoke and mirrors? I find that if  I try to be something I’m not, I feel unsure of
myself and take out a part from my PBA(personal bank account ). I love how singer Judy Garland put
it,  “Always be a first-class version(版本) of yourself , instead of a second-class version of somebody
else .”
     Then there’s honesty in our actions. Are you honest at school, with your parents, and with your
boss? If you’ve ever been dishonest, I think we all have, try being honest, and notice how whole it
makes you feel. Remember, you can’t do wrong and feel right. This story by Jeff is a good example
of that:
     In my second year of study, there were three kids in my math class who didn’t do well. I was really
good at it. I would charge them three dollars for each test that I helped them pass. I’d write on a little
piece of paper all the right answers, and hand them off.
     At first I felt like I was making money, kind of a nice job. I wasn’t thinking about how it could hurt
all of us. After a while I realized I shouldn’t do that anymore, because I wasn’t really helping them.
They weren’t learning anything, and it would only get harder down the road. Cheating certainly wasn’t
helping me.
     It takes courage to be honest when people all around you are getting away with cheating on tests,
lying to their parents, and stealing at work. But, remember, every act of honesty is a deposit（儲蓄）
into your PBA and will build strength .

1. The underlined part “appear through smoke and mirrors” in the first paragraph means
     ''_____________''.

A. to be honest  
B. to be unreal  
C. to become clear   
D. to come from an imagined world

2. Which of the following can best explain Judy Garland’s words?

A. Be your true self rather than follow others.
B. Don’t copy others or you can’t be the first class.
C. Make efforts to be the first instead of the second.
D. Don’t learn from others unless they’re excellent.

3. What does the author expect to show by Jeff’s story?

A. honesty can be of great help.
B. A bad thing can be turned into a good one.
C. Helping others cheat can do good to nobody but yourself.
D. One should realize the wrong in his bad deeds.

4. In the last paragraph the author mainly wants to express _______ .

A. one must be brave to be honest 
B. it’s difficult to be honest when others are not 
C. one should be honest when making a deposit
D. honesty in one’s actions can help him in the future

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    科目：高中英語 來源：浙江省杭州二中2012屆高三第一次仿真英語試題 題型：050

    閱讀理解，閱讀下列短文，從每題所給的四個選項(A、B、C、D)中，選出最佳選項。

    　　On Sundays my father always wore that dull gray apron-the one with the race cars all over it．The ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced： "Go ahead everyone．I'll take care of the dishes! " With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper．Off came the suit coat he had worn to church that morning．Up went the shirtsleeves．On went that apron．For the next hour Dad did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow in Mrs．Murphy's Chowder? "

    　　I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron-even one with race cars-but I never thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition．It was the last Sunday in August．My father seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together．

    　　"Tommy, " he said letting my name roll off his tongue．My mind raced ahead of his words： The birds and the bees? A new bike? A part-time job?

    　　"There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities．" This was important．I might even get to back the car out of the driveway．

    　　"Responsibilities? " I asked．

    　　"Yes．It's time you took a greater role in the household．" Power tools? Boss my baby brother?

    　　"Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work the crossword puzzle together．"

    　　"The dishes! ? "

    　　"Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son? "

    　　I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my protests would fall on deaf ears．

    　　I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning．Dad seemed in a cheerful mood and was describing a wonderful baseball game he saw last night．

    　　Suddenly, everything grew quiet．My sister began to clear the table．My brother was finishing the last of the egg from his plate．And then that ancient family ritual(程序、儀式)that had filled so many Sunday mornings came to an end．My father announced： "Let's go read the paper, Hon．"

    　　"Aren't you doing the dishes? " my mother asked in puzzlement．

    　　"Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position．"

    　　My brother and sister stopped cold．So this was what my life had come to．A dark angel sat on my left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class．I could bench-press my weight．Ask me to run through a rainstorm．Command me to ride the roller coaster – backward．These things I would do．But I could never do those dishes．There was nothing left but to refuse．

    　　People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son．He came back into the kitchen just as I was about to storm out．He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt-ready to relax．In his right hand was the old apron．

    　　"I want you to have this, Tommy．It'll keep your clothes from getting wet．" And before I could mount a protest, he had put the thing on me．"Thanks, Son．Your mother and I appreciate this．"

    　　With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper．I looked down at the plastic．It had seen better days．I could see my dad reaching for the dishes．The dark angel flew off．Soon I was singing about Mrs．Murphy's chowder．The words came out of nowhere．And out of nowhere I knew the kind of man I wanted to be．

    (1)

    From paragraph 1, we can learn that ________．

    [　　]

    A．

    the family usually had breakfast after going to church on Sundays

    B．

    father was not really willing to wash dishes for the family

    C．

    mother would wash dishes together with father

    D．

    mother used to do the dishes alone

    (2)

    What did the author think of washing dishes at first?

    [　　]

    A．

    It's natural for a man to wash dishes．

    B．

    Children need to help parents wash dishes．

    C．

    Parents should wash dishes more．

    D．

    Washing dishes was women's work．

    (3)

    Which of the following is conveyed in the passage?

    [　　]

    A．

    The writer understood his father at last．

    B．

    The writer was asked to run through a rainstorm．

    C．

    The writer's sister offered to wash dishes for him．

    D．

    The writer's mother was happy that he offered to wash dishes．

    (4)

    Which of the following words can best describe the author's father?

    [　　]

    A．

    Stubborn．

    B．

    Humorous．

    C．

    Responsible．

    D．

    Generous．

    (5)

    The writer wrote the passage in order to ________．

    [　　]

    A．

    tell readers how his father taught him what it means to be a man

    B．

    tell readers there is always a special chemistry between a father and a son

    C．

    show readers the generation gap is actually something easy to deal with

    D．

    show readers what an ideal relationship between a father and a son is like

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    科目：高中英語 來源：浙江省模擬題 題型：閱讀理解

    閱讀理解。
          On Sundays my father always wore that dull gray apron - the one with the race cars all over it.
    The ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced: "Go ahead everyone. I'll take care of
    the dishes!" With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper. Off came the suit
    coat he had worn to church that morning. Up went the shirtsleeves. On went that apron. For the next
    hour Dad did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow
    in Mrs. Murphy's Chowder?"
          I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron - even one with race cars - but I neve
    r thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition. It was the last Sunday in August. My
    father seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together.
          "Tommy," he said letting my name roll off his tongue. My mind raced ahead of his words: The birds
    and the bees? A new bike? A part-time job?
          "There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities." This was important.
    I might even get to back the car out of the driveway.
          "Responsibilities?" I asked.
          "Yes. It's time you took a greater role in the household." Power tools? Boss my baby brother?
          "Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work
    the crossword puzzle together."
           "The dishes!?"
           "Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son?"
          I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my
    protests would fall on deaf ears.
          I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning. Dad seemed in a cheerful mood and was describing
    a wonderful baseball game he saw last night.
          Suddenly, everything grew quiet. My sister began to clear the table. My brother was finishing the
    last of the egg from his plate. And then that ancient family ritual (程序、儀式) that had filled so many
    Sunday mornings came to an end. My father announced: "Let's go read the paper, Hon."
          "Aren't you doing the dishes?" my mother asked in puzzlement.
          "Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position."
          My brother and sister stopped cold. So this was what my life had come to. A dark angel sat on
    my left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class. I could
    bench-press my weight. Ask me to run through a rainstorm. Command me to ride the roller coaster 
    backward. These things I would do. But I could never do those dishes. There was nothing left but to
    refuse.
          People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son. He came back into the
    kitchen just as I was about to storm out. He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his
    shirt- ready to relax. In his right hand was the old apron.
          "I want you to have this, Tommy. It'll keep your clothes from getting wet." And before I could
    mount a protest, he had put the thing on me. "Thanks, Son. Your mother and I appreciate this."
          With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper. I looked down at the plastic. It had seen better
    days. I could see my dad reaching for the dishes. The dark angel flew off. Soon I was singing about
    Mrs. Murphy's chowder. The words came out of nowhere. And out of nowhere I knew the kind of
    man I wanted to be.
    1. From paragraph 1, we can learn that ________.
    A. the family usually had breakfast after going to church on Sundays
    B. father was not really willing to wash dishes for the family
    C. mother would wash dishes together with father
    D. mother used to do the dishes alone
    2. What did the author think of washing dishes at first?
    A. It's natural for a man to wash dishes.
    B. Children need to help parents wash dishes.
    C. Parents should wash dishes more.
    D. Washing dishes was women's work.
    3. Which of the following is conveyed in the passage?
    A. The writer understood his father at last.
    B. The writer was asked to run through a rainstorm.
    C. The writer's sister offered to wash dishes for him.
    D. The writer's mother was happy that he offered to wash dishes.
    4. Which of the following words can best describe the author's father?
    A. Stubborn.    
    B. Humorous.    
    C. Responsible.    
    D. Generous.
    5. The writer wrote the passage in order to ________.
    A. tell readers how his father taught him what it means to be a man
    B. tell readers there is always a special chemistry between a father and a son
    C. show readers the generation gap is actually something easy to deal with
    D. show readers what an ideal relationship between a father and a son is like

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    科目：高中英語 來源：浙江省模擬題 題型：閱讀理解

    閱讀理解。
        On Sundays my father always wore that dull gray apron - the one with the race cars all over it. The
    ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced: "Go ahead everyone. I'll take care of the
    dishes!" With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper. Off came the suit coat he
    had worn to church that morning. Up went the shirtsleeves. On went that apron. For the next hour Dad
    did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow in Mrs.
    Murphy's Chowder?"
         I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron - even one with race cars - but I never
    thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition. It was the last Sunday in August. My father
    seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together.
         "Tommy," he said letting my name roll off his tongue. My mind raced ahead of his words: The birds
    and the bees? A new bike?  A part-time job?
         "There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities." This was important. I
    might even get to back the car out of the driveway.
         " Responsibilities?" I asked.
         "Yes. It's time you took a greater role in the household." Power tools? Boss my baby brother?
         "Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work the
    crossword puzzle together."
         "The dishes!?"
         "Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son?"
          I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my
    protests would fall on deaf ears.
         I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning. Dad seemed in a jovial mood as he described an
    exceptional Yankee game seen through the eyes of Mel Allen on the radio last night.
         "Mickey Mantle drove the ball right over the center field wall," he said. "Just a straight line climb in
    right out of the stadium." He looked out the window as if trying to pick the ball out of the cloud formations. I tried to imagine Mickey Mantle wearing an apron.
         Suddenly, everything grew quiet. My sister began to clear the table. My brother was scraping the last
    of the egg from his plate. And then that ancient family ritual that had filled so many Sunday mornings came
    to an end. My father announced: "Let's go read the paper, Hon."
         "Aren't you doing the dishes?" my mother asked in puzzlement.
         "Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position."
         My brother and sister stopped cold. So this was what my life had come to. A dark angel sat on my
    left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class. I could
    bench-press my weight. I knew three declensions in Latin, the language of Caesar. Ask me to run
    through a rainstorm. Command me to ride the roller coaster - backward. These things I would do. But I
    could never do those dishes. There was nothing left but to refuse.
         People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son. He came back into the
    kitchen just as I was about to storm out. He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his
    shirt-ready to relax. In his right hand was the old apron.
         "I want you to have this, Tommy. It'll keep your clothes from getting wet." And before I could mount
    a protest, he had put the thing on me. "Thanks, Son. Your mother and I appreciate this."
         With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper. I looked down at the plastic. It had seen better days.
    I could see my dad reaching for the dishes. The dark angel flew off. Soon I was singing about Mrs.
    Murphy's chowder. The words came out of nowhere. And out of nowhere I knew the kind of man I
    wanted to be.
    1. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
    A.  The author's family usually had breakfast after going to church on Sundays.
    B. Father was not willing to wash dishes.
    C.  Mother would wash dishes together with father.
    D.  Mother used to do the dishes alone.
    2. What did the author think of washing dishes at first?
    A.  It's natural for a man to wash dishes .
    B.  Washing dishes was women's work..
    C.  Parents should wash dishes.
    D.  Children should help their parents wash dishes.
    3. Which of the statements is Not true?
    A.  The author would rather run through a rainstorm than wash dishes at first.
    B.  Mickey Mantle would wash dishes for the author.
    C.  Father set a good example to the author.
    D.  The author understood his father at last.
    4. Which of the following words can best decribe the author's father?
    A. successful    
    B. humourous    
    C. responsible    
    D. generous
    5. What can be the best title for the pasage?
    A. Father's Love  
    B. Father's Apron  
    C. Father's Responsibility  
    D. Father's Influence

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