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Some years ago, writing in my diary used to be a usual activity. I would return from school and spend the expected half hour recording the day’s events, feelings, and impressions in my little blue diary. I did not really need to express my emotions by way of words, but I gained a certain satisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper. After all, isn’t accumulating memories a way of preserving the past?
When I was thirteen years old, I went on a long journey on foot in a great valley, well-equipped with pens, a diary, and a camera. During the trip, I was busy recording every incident, name and place I came across. I felt proud to be spending my time productively, dutifully preserving for future generations a detailed description of my travels. On my last night there, I wandered out of my tent, diary in hand. The sky was clear and lit by the glare of the moon, and the walls of the valley looked threatening behind their screen of shadows. I automatically took out my pen…
At that point, I understood that nothing I wrote could ever match or replace the few seconds I allowed myself to experience the dramatic beauty of the valley. All I remembered of the previous few days were the dull characterizations I had set down in my diary.
Now, I only write in my diary when I need to write down a special thought or feeling. I still love to record ideas and quotations that strike me in books, or observations that are particularly meaningful. I take pictures, but not very often—only of objects I find really beautiful. I’m no longer blindly satisfied with having something to remember when I grow old. I realize that life will simply pass me by if I stay behind the camera, busy preserving the present so as to live it in the future.
I don’t want to wake up one day and have nothing but a pile of pictures and notes. Maybe I won’t have as many exact representations of people and places; maybe I’ll forget certain facts, but at least the experiences will always remain inside me. I don’t live to make memories—I just live, and the memories form themselves.
【小題1】Before the age of thirteen, the author regarded keeping a diary as a way of ______.
A.observing her school routine | B.expressing her satisfaction |
C.impressing her classmates | D.preserving her history |
A.A dull night on the journey. | B.The beauty of the great valley. |
C.A striking quotation from a book. | D.Her concerns for future generations. |
A.Notes and beautiful pictures. | B.Special thoughts and feelings. |
C.Detailed accounts of daily activities. | D.Descriptions of unforgettable events. |
A.to experience it | B.to live the present in the future |
C.to make memories | D.to give accurate representations of it |
Some years ago, writing in my diary used to be a usual activity.I would return from school and spend the expected half hour recording the day's events, feelings, and impressions in my little blue diary.I did not really need to express my emotions by way of words, but I gained a certain satisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper.After all, isn't accumulating memories a way of preserving the past?
When I was thirteen years old, I went on a long journey on foot in a great valley, well-equipped with pens, a diary, and a camera.During the trip, I was busy recording every incident, name and place I came across.I felt proud to be spending my time productively, dutifully preserving for future generations a detailed description of my travels.On my last night there, I wandered out of my tent, diary in hand.The sky was clear and lit by the glare of the moon, and the walls of the valley looked threatening behind their screen of shadows.I automatically took out my pen...
At that point, I understood that nothing I wrote could ever match or replace the few seconds I allowed myself to experience the dramatic beauty of the valley.All I remembered of the previous few days were the dull characterizations I had set down in my diary.
Now, I only write in my diary when I need to write down a special thought or feeling.I still love to record ideas and quotations that strike me in books, or observations that are particularly meaningful.I take pictures, but not very often—only of objects I find really beautiful.I'm no longer blindly satisfied with having something to remember when I grow old.I realize that life will simply pass me by if I stay behind the camera, busy preserving the present so as to live it in the future.
I don't want to wake up one day and have nothing but a pile of pictures and notes.Maybe I won't have as many exact representations of people and places; maybe I'll forget certain facts, but at least the experiences will always remain inside me.I don't live to make memories—I just live, and the memories form themselves.
1.Before the age of thirteen, the author regarded keeping a diary as a way of________.
A.observing her school routine
B.expressing her satisfaction
C.impressing her classmates
D.preserving her history
2.What caused a change in the author's understanding of keeping a diary?
A.A dull night on the journey.
B.The beauty of the great valley.
C.A striking quotation from a book.
D.Her concerns for future generations.
3.What does the author put in her diary now?
A.Notes and beautiful pictures.
B.Special thoughts and feelings.
C.Detailed accounts of daily activities.
D.Descriptions of unforgettable events.
4.The author comes to realize that to live a meaningful life is________.
A.to experience it
B.to live the present in the future
C.to make memories
D.to give accurate representations of it
Some years ago, writing in my diary used to be a usual activity. I would return from school and spend the expected half hour recording the day’s events, feelings, and impressions in my little blue diary. I did not really need to express my emotions by way of words, but I gained a certain satisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper. After all, isn’t accumulating memories a way of preserving the past?
When I was thirteen years old, I went on a long journey on foot in a great valley, well-equipped with pens, a diary, and a camera. During the trip, I was busy recording every incident, name and place I came across. I felt proud to be spending my time productively, dutifully preserving for future generations a detailed description of my travels. On my last night there, I wandered out of my tent, diary in hand. The sky was clear and lit by the glare of the moon, and the walls of the valley looked threatening behind their screen of shadows. I automatically took out my pen…
At that point, I understood that nothing I wrote could ever match or replace the few seconds I allowed myself to experience the dramatic beauty of the valley. All I remembered of the previous few days were the dull characterizations I had set down in my diary.
Now, I only write in my diary when I need to write down a special thought or feeling. I still love to record ideas and quotations that strike me in books, or observations that are particularly meaningful. I take pictures, but not very often—only of objects I find really beautiful. I’m no longer blindly satisfied with having something to remember when I grow old. I realize that life will simply pass me by if I stay behind the camera, busy preserving the present so as to live it in the future.
I don’t want to wake up one day and have nothing but a pile of pictures and notes. Maybe I won’t have as many exact representations of people and places; maybe I’ll forget certain facts, but at least the experiences will always remain inside me. I don’t live to make memories—I just live, and the memories form themselves.
1.Before the age of thirteen, the author regarded keeping a diary as a way of ______.
A.observing her school routine B.expressing her satisfaction
C.impressing her classmates D.preserving her history
2.What caused a change in the author’s understanding of keeping a diary?
A.A dull night on the journey. B.The beauty of the great valley.
C.A striking quotation from a book. D.Her concerns for future generations.
3.What does the author put in her diary now?
A.Notes and beautiful pictures. B.Special thoughts and feelings.
C.Detailed accounts of daily activities. D.Descriptions of unforgettable events.
4.The author comes to realize that to live a meaningful life is ______.
A.to experience it B.to live the present in the future
C.to make memories D.to give accurate representations of it
Tick,tock,tick,tock. I’m sitting here,watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away. My house has been 1 for such a long time,and I’m lonely and forgotten. Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 2 and think about my past. I could tell you stories that only 3 would know. But walls can’t speak.
I came to this place many years ago,along with an old man…. 4 , he was with me for on1y three short years before he passed on….
For a time,I was left alone,while people came and 5 the house…. Then,one day a nice couple moved in with a young son. 6 , their son Danny liked to stay with me,and I was completely 7 with him. He always looked as if he loved the stories I told,most of which began with. ‘‘Back in my day…” and ‘‘When I was 8 .…” I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn’t really understand what I was saying,but it felt good to be 9 . When Danny went off to college, my heart broke. Soon afterward, 10 sold the house.…
New owners came and 11 . Then,One day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house. You can’t even imagine my 12 when,unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door. He had a 13 and kids now. I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my 14 into my daily activities. ... I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 15 about what would happen next.
The kids finally became 16 and Danny sold the house. That was about five years ago…. Some of the local kids have started the rumor that the house is haunted (鬧鬼的)--- and,in a way,it is. It is haunted by 17 of all the people who have lived in it. Every second has 18 me so much. I have been 19 them down and they are almost up for me.... I hope that someday somebody will 20 me, and drop in on me again. Maybe then I’ll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories.
1. A. crowded B. empty C. painted D. sold
2. A. look back B. enjoy food C. have a dream D. chat with friends
3. A. friends B. learners C. neighbors D. walls
4. A. Luckily B. Happily C. Sadly D. Surprisingly
5. A. looked at B. settled in C. bought in D. sold out
6. A. At last B. At one time C. In the end D. From the beginning
7. A. tired B. friendly C. taken D. fond
8. A. older B. healthier C. better D. younger
9. A. loved B. told C. disliked D. believed
10. A .Danny B. I C. his parents D. the old man
11. A. settled B. went C. lived D. greeted
12. A. pity B. pride C. surprise D. sadness
13. A. friend B. daughter C. son D. wife
14. A. energy B. time C. life D. ideas
15. A. happiness B. dream C. anxiety D. disappointment
16. A. old B. impatient C. adults D. tired
17. A. families B . furniture C. houses D. memories
18. A. impressed B. surprised C. encouraged D. inspired
19. A. putting B. copying C. counting D. taking
20. A. call B. remember C. visit D. attend
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had loved a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s showroom, and knowing his father could well 16 it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As 17 drew near, the young man expected 18 that his father had bought the car. Finally, on the morning of the special day, his father called him into his study. His father told him how 19 he was to have such a fine son, and how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped (包裝好的) gift box. Curious, but a little bit 20 , the young man opened the box and found a lovely Bible (圣經(jīng)).
Angrily, he raised his 21 to his father and said, “Is a Bible 22 you can give me with all your money?” He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.
Many years 23 and the young man was very successful in business, but 24 his father was very old, he thought perhaps he 25 go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. 26 he could make the arrangements (安排), he received a telegram which 27 him of his father’s death, and all the possessions (財產(chǎn)) willed (立遺囑) to him.
28 arriving at his father’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to 29 through his father’s important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had 30 it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to 31 . As he was reading, a car 32 dropped from the back of the Bible.
How many times do we 33 blessings (祝福) because they are not wrapped as we expected? Do not spoil (搞糟) what you have by desiring (渴求) what you have not; but remember what you now have was once 34 the things you hoped for. What may appear as bad fortune (運(yùn)氣) may 35 be the door that is just waiting to be opened.
16.A. offer B. pay C. buy D. afford
17.A. his birthday B. graduation day C. sports meet D. examination day
18. A. signs B. notes C. warnings D. marks
19.A. upset B. crazy C. comfortable D. proud
20. A. excited B. disappointed C. worried D. satisfied
21. A. hand B. head C. voice D. sound
22. A. all B. that C. all what D. that all
23.A. past B. gone C. passed D. spent
24. A. learning B. realizing C. hearing D. understanding
25.A. could B. would C. should D. ought
26.A. After B. Before C. Since D. Until
27. A. informed B. required C. reported D. introduced
28.A. By B. On C. As D. At
29.A. put B. push C. search D. pass
30.A. kept B. bought C. left D. expected
31.A. turn over B. turn on C. turn up D. turn down
32. A. picture B. model C. key D. toy
33.A. miss B. get C. forget D. avoid
34.A. of B. among C. between D. along
35.A. surely B. actually C. mainly D. naturally
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