I don’t want to lie to you, but I have to say that his intelligent is ____. （有限的）

It was a Sunday morning, and I was in a terrible mood. Two of my friends had gone to the movies the night before and hadn’t invited me. I was in my room thinking of ways to make them sorry when my father came in. “Want to go for a ride, today, Beck? It’s a beautiful day.”
“No! Leave me alone!” Those were the last words I said to him that morning.
My friends called and invited me to go to the mall with them a few hours later. I forgot to be mad at them and went with them. I came home to find a note on the table. My mother put it where I would be sure to see it. “Dad has had an accident. Please meet us at Highland Park Hospital”.
When I reached the hospital, my mother came out and told me my father’s injuries were extensive. “Your father told the driver to leave him alone and just call 911, thank God! If he had moved Daddy, there’s no telling what might have happened. A broken rib(肋骨) might have pierced(穿透) a lung....”
My mother may have said more, but I didn’t hear. I didn’t hear anything except those terrible words: Leave me alone. My dad said them to save himself from being hurt more. How much had I hurt him when I hurled those words at him earlier in the day?
It was several days later that he was finally able to have a conversation. I held his hand gently, afraid of hurting him.
“Daddy... I am so sorry....”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be okay.”
“No,” I said, “I mean about what I said to you that day. You know, that morning?”
My father could no more tell a lie than he could fly. He looked at me and said, “Sweetheart, I don’t remember anything about that day, not before, during or after the accident. I remember kissing you goodnight the night before, though.” He managed a weak smile.
My English teacher once told me that words have immeasurable power. They can hurt or they can heal. And we all have the power to choose our words. I intend to do that very carefully from now on.
【小題1】The author was in bad mood that morning because _______.

It was a Sunday morning, and I was in a terrible mood. Two of my friends had gone to the movies the night before and hadn’t invited me．I was in my room thinking of ways to make them sorry when my father came in. “Want to go for a ride，today，Beck? It’s a beautiful day.”

       “No ! Leave me alone!”Those were the last words I said to him that morning．

       My friends called and invited me to go to the mall with them a few hours later．I forgot to be mad at them and went. I came home to find a note on the table. My mother put it where I would be sure to see it. “Dad has had an accident. Please meet us at Highland Park Hospital”．

    When I reached the hospital，my mother came out and told me my father’s injuries were extensive（大量）. “Your father told the driver to leave him alone and just call 911，thank God! If he had moved Daddy，there’s no telling what might have happened．A broken rib（肋骨）might have pierced（穿透）a lung….”

       My mother may have said more，but I didn’t hear．I didn’t hear anything except those terrible

words：Leave me alone．My dad said them to save himself from being hurt more．How much had I hurt him when I hurled(猛投) those words at him earlier in the day?

    It was several days later that he was finally able to have a conversation．I held his hand gently, afraid of hurting him．

       “Daddy… I am so sorry….”

       “It’s okay，sweetheart．I'll be okay．”

       “No，”I said，“I mean about what I said to you that day．You know, that morning?”

       My father could no more tell a lie than he could fly．He looked at me and said．“Sweetheart,

I don’t remember anything about that day， not before，during or after the accident.I remember kissing you good night the night before，though．”He managed a weak smile．

    My English teacher once told me that words have immeasurable power．They can hurt or they

can heal．And we all have the power to choose our words. I intend to do that very carefully from now on.

The author was in bad mood that morning because ________.

    A．his father had a terrible accident

    B．he couldn’t drive to the mall with his friends

    C．his friends hadn’t invited him to the cinema

    D．his father didn’t allow him to go out with his friends

Why did the author say sorry to his father in the hospital?

       A．Because he didn’t go along with his father．

       B．Because he was rude to his father that morning．

       C．Because he failed to come earlier after the accident．

       D．Because he couldn’t look after his father in the hospital

The reason why the author’s father said he forgot everything about that day is that ________.

       A．he had a poor memory

       B．he didn’t want to comfort his son

       C．he just wanted to comfort his son

       D．he lost his memory after the accident

What lesson did Beck learn from the matter?

       A．Don’t treat your parents badly．

       B．Don’t hurt others with rude words．

       C．Don’t move the injured in an accident．

       D．Don’t be angry with friends at small things

It was a Sunday morning, and I was in a terrible mood. Two of my friends had gone to the movies the night before and hadn’t invited me．I was in my room thinking of ways to make them sorry when my father came in. “Want to go for a ride，today，Beck? It’s a beautiful day.”

         “No ! Leave me alone!”Those were the last words I said to him that morning．

         My friends called and invited me to go to the mall with them a few hours later．I forgot to be mad at them and went. I came home to find a note on the table. My mother put it where I would be sure to see it. “Dad has had an accident. Please meet us at Highland Park Hospital”．

    When I reached the hospital，my mother came out and told me my father’s injuries were extensive（大量）. “Your father told the driver to leave him alone and just call 911，thank God! If he had moved Daddy，there’s no telling what might have happened．A broken rib（肋骨）might have pierced（穿透）a lung….”

         My mother may have said more，but I didn’t hear．I didn’t hear anything except those terrible

words：Leave me alone．My dad said them to save himself from being hurt more．How much had I hurt him when I hurled(猛投) those words at him earlier in the day?

    It was several days later that he was finally able to have a conversation．I held his hand gently, afraid of hurting him．

         “Daddy… I am so sorry….”

         “It’s okay，sweetheart．I'll be okay．”

         “No，”I said，“I mean about what I said to you that day．You know, that morning?”

         My father could no more tell a lie than he could fly．He looked at me and said．“Sweetheart,

I don’t remember anything about that day， not before，during or after the accident.I remember kissing you good night the night before，though．”He managed a weak smile．

    My English teacher once told me that words have immeasurable power．They can hurt or they

can heal．And we all have the power to choose our words. I intend to do that very carefully from now on.

1.The author was in bad mood that morning because ________.

    A．his father had a terrible accident

    B．he couldn’t drive to the mall with his friends

    C．his friends hadn’t invited him to the cinema

    D．his father didn’t allow him to go out with his friends

2.Why did the author say sorry to his father in the hospital?

         A．Because he didn’t go along with his father．

         B．Because he was rude to his father that morning．

         C．Because he failed to come earlier after the accident．

         D．Because he couldn’t look after his father in the hospital

3.The reason why the author’s father said he forgot everything about that day is that ________.

         A．he had a poor memory

         B．he didn’t want to comfort his son

         C．he just wanted to comfort his son

         D．he lost his memory after the accident

4.What lesson did Beck learn from the matter?

         A．Don’t treat your parents badly．

         B．Don’t hurt others with rude words．

         C．Don’t move the injured in an accident．

         D．Don’t be angry with friends at small things

I still remember --- my hands and my fingers still remember --- what used to lie in store for us on our return to school from the holidays. The trees in the school yard would be in full leaf again and the old leaves would be lying around like a muddy sea of leaves.
“Get that all swept up!” the headmaster would tell us. “I want the whole place cleaned up, at once!” There was enough work there, to last over a week. Especially since the only tools with which we were provided were our hands, our fingers, our nails. “Now see that it’s done properly, and be quick about it,” the headmaster would say to the older pupils, “or you’ll have to answer for it!”
So at an order from the older boys we would all line up like peanuts about to cut and gather in crops. If the work was not going as quickly as the headmaster expected, the big boys, instead of giving us a helping hand, used to find it simpler to beat us with branches pulled from the trees. In order to avoid these blows, we used to bribe(賄賂) the older boys with the juicy cakes we used to bring for our midday meal. And if we happened to have any money on us, the coins changed hands at once. If we did not do this, if we were afraid of going home with an empty stomach or an empty purse, the blows were redoubled. They hit us so violently and with such evil enjoyment that even a deaf and dumb person would have realized that we were being whipped so much not to make us work harder, but rather to beat us into a state of obedience(服從) in which we would be only too glad to give up our food and money.
Occasionally one of us, worn out by such calculated cruelty, would have the courage to complain to the headmaster. He would of course be very angry, but the punishment he gave the older boys was always very small --- nothing compared to what they had done to us. And the fact is that however much we complained, our situation did not improve in the slightest. Perhaps we should have let our parents know what was going on, but somehow we never dreamed of doing so; I don’t know whether it was loyalty or pride that kept us silent, but I can see now that we were foolish to keep quiet about it, for such beating were completely foreign to our nature.
【小題1】The statement “my hands and my fingers still remember” (Para.1) means that___________.

I still remember --- my hands and my fingers still remember --- what used to lie in store for us on our return to school from the holidays. The trees in the school yard would be in full leaf again and the old leaves would be lying around like a muddy sea of leaves.

“Get that all swept up!” the headmaster would tell us. “I want the whole place cleaned up, at once!” There was enough work there, to last over a week. Especially since the only tools with which we were provided were our hands, our fingers, our nails. “Now see that it’s done properly, and be quick about it,” the headmaster would say to the older pupils, “or you’ll have to answer for it!”

So at an order from the older boys we would all line up like peanuts about to cut and gather in crops. If the work was not going as quickly as the headmaster expected, the big boys, instead of giving us a helping hand, used to find it simpler to beat us with branches pulled from the trees. In order to avoid these blows, we used to bribe(賄賂) the older boys with the juicy cakes we used to bring for our midday meal. And if we happened to have any money on us, the coins changed hands at once. If we did not do this, if we were afraid of going home with an empty stomach or an empty purse, the blows were redoubled. They hit us so violently and with such evil enjoyment that even a deaf and dumb person would have realized that we were being whipped so much not to make us work harder, but rather to beat us into a state of obedience(服從) in which we would be only too glad to give up our food and money.

Occasionally one of us, worn out by such calculated cruelty, would have the courage to complain to the headmaster. He would of course be very angry, but the punishment he gave the older boys was always very small --- nothing compared to what they had done to us. And the fact is that however much we complained, our situation did not improve in the slightest. Perhaps we should have let our parents know what was going on, but somehow we never dreamed of doing so; I don’t know whether it was loyalty or pride that kept us silent, but I can see now that we were foolish to keep quiet about it, for such beating were completely foreign to our nature.

1.The statement “my hands and my fingers still remember” (Para.1) means that___________.

A．the author’s hands were severely injured in the cleaning up

B．the author seldom did such hard work as the cleaning up

C．the author was bullied by the big boys in the cleaning up

D．the author’s hands were his only tool for the cleaning

2.The headmaster asked the older boys to_____________.

A．beat those who worked slowly

B．treat the small boys as peanuts

C．take charge of the process of the cleaning

D．do the cleaning all by themselves

3.According to Para. 3, if the author had any money on him, he most probably_________.

A．gave it to the big boys so as to please them

B．gave it as a bride to the headmaster

C．spent it all on his midday meal

D．spent it buying midday meals for the big boys

4.When receiving complaints, the headmaster would deal with the big boys by means of _________.

A．slight punishment                       B．strict criticism

C．complete indifference                   D．good beating

I still remember --- my hands and my fingers still remember --- what used to lie in store for us on our return to school from the holidays. The trees in the school yard would be in full leaf again and the old leaves would be lying around like a muddy sea of leaves.

“Get that all swept up!” the headmaster would tell us. “I want the whole place cleaned up, at once!” There was enough work there, to last over a week. Especially since the only tools with which we were provided were our hands, our fingers, our nails. “Now see that it’s done properly, and be quick about it,” the headmaster would say to the older pupils, “or you’ll have to answer for it!”

So at an order from the older boys we would all line up like peanuts about to cut and gather in crops. If the work was not going as quickly as the headmaster expected, the big boys, instead of giving us a helping hand, used to find it simpler to beat us with branches pulled from the trees. In order to avoid these blows, we used to bribe(賄賂) the older boys with the juicy cakes we used to bring for our midday meal. And if we happened to have any money on us, the coins changed hands at once. If we did not do this, if we were afraid of going home with an empty stomach or an empty purse, the blows were redoubled. They hit us so violently and with such evil enjoyment that even a deaf and dumb person would have realized that we were being whipped not so much to make us work harder, but rather to beat us into a state of obedience(服從) in which we would be only too glad to give up our food and money.

Occasionally one of us, worn out by such calculated cruelty, would have the courage to complain to the headmaster. He would of course be very angry, but the punishment he gave the older boys was always very small --- nothing compared to what they had done to us. And the fact is that however much we complained, our situation did not improve in the slightest. Perhaps we should have let our parents know what was going on, but somehow we never dreamed of doing so; I don’t know whether it was loyalty or pride that kept us silent, but I can see now that we were foolish to keep quiet about it, for such beating were completely foreign to our nature.

61. The statement “my hands and my fingers still remember” (Para.1) means that___________.

　 A. the author’s hands were severely injured in the cleaning up

　 B. the author seldom did such hard work as the cleaning up

　 C. the author was bullied by the big boys in the cleaning up

　 D. the author’s hands were his only tool for the cleaning

62. The headmaster would tell the students to clean up the school yard at the beginning of the term because____________.

　 A. he was too lazy　　　　　　　　　　　 　 B. there were many fallen leaves on the ground

　 C. the school yard were covered with mud　 D. the students didn’t finish their homework

63. The headmaster asked the older boys to_____________.

　 A. beat those who worked slowly　　　　 　　 B. treat the small boys as peanuts

　 C. take charge of the process of the cleaning　 D. do the cleaning all by themselves

64. According to Para. 3, if the author had any money on him, he most probably_________.

　 A. gave it to the big boys so as to please them 　

B. gave it as a bride to the headmaster

　 C. spent it all on his midday meal　　　　 　　　

D. spent it buying midday meals for the big boys

65. When receiving complaints, the headmaster would deal with the big boys by means of _________.

　 A. slight punishment B. harsh criticism　 　　

C. complete indifference　 D. good beating

I still remember --- my hands and my fingers still remember --- what used to lie in store for us on our return to school from the holidays. The trees in the school yard would be in full leaf again and the old leaves would be lying around like a muddy sea of leaves.
“Get that all swept up!” the headmaster would tell us. “I want the whole place cleaned up, at once!” There was enough work there, to last over a week. Especially since the only tools with which we were provided were our hands, our fingers, our nails. “Now see that it’s done properly, and be quick about it,” the headmaster would say to the older pupils, “or you’ll have to answer for it!”
So at an order from the older boys we would all line up like peanuts about to cut and gather in crops. If the work was not going as quickly as the headmaster expected, the big boys, instead of giving us a helping hand, used to find it simpler to beat us with branches pulled from the trees. In order to avoid these blows, we used to bribe(賄賂) the older boys with the juicy cakes we used to bring for our midday meal. And if we happened to have any money on us, the coins changed hands at once. If we did not do this, if we were afraid of going home with an empty stomach or an empty purse, the blows were redoubled. They hit us so violently and with such evil enjoyment that even a deaf and dumb person would have realized that we were being whipped so much not to make us work harder, but rather to beat us into a state of obedience(服從) in which we would be only too glad to give up our food and money.
Occasionally one of us, worn out by such calculated cruelty, would have the courage to complain to the headmaster. He would of course be very angry, but the punishment he gave the older boys was always very small --- nothing compared to what they had done to us. And the fact is that however much we complained, our situation did not improve in the slightest. Perhaps we should have let our parents know what was going on, but somehow we never dreamed of doing so; I don’t know whether it was loyalty or pride that kept us silent, but I can see now that we were foolish to keep quiet about it, for such beating were completely foreign to our nature

1. 1.

   The statement “my hands and my fingers still remember” (Para.1) means that______.

   1. A.
      the author’s hands were severely injured in the cleaning up
   2. B.
      the author seldom did such hard work as the cleaning up
   3. C.
      the author was bullied by the big boys in the cleaning up
   4. D.
      the author’s hands were his only tool for the cleaning
2. 2.

   The headmaster asked the older boys to______.

   1. A.
      beat those who worked slowly
   2. B.
      treat the small boys as peanuts
   3. C.
      take charge of the process of the cleaning
   4. D.
      do the cleaning all by themselves
3. 3.

   According to Para. 3, if the author had any money on him, he most probably______.

   1. A.
      gave it to the big boys so as to please them
   2. B.
      gave it as a bride to the headmaster
   3. C.
      spent it all on his midday meal
   4. D.
      spent it buying midday meals for the big boys
4. 4.

   When receiving complaints, the headmaster would deal with the big boys by means of______.

   1. A.
      slight punishment
   2. B.
      strict criticism
   3. C.
      complete indifference
   4. D.
      good beating

1. 他把大量的時(shí)間和金錢花在世界各地的旅游上，因?yàn)樗�酷愛冒險(xiǎn)。

   He has spent a large amount of time and money__________ around the world, as he enjoys                     .

2.  我不想對(duì)你說謊，但是我不得不告訴你他的智力有限。

I don’t want to lie to you, but I have to say that his intelligence is______________ .

3.  就在我等朋友時(shí)，突然發(fā)現(xiàn)有個(gè)男人在離我不遠(yuǎn)處正怒視著我。

   When I was waiting for my friend, I suddenly spied a man not far away_____________ at me.

4.  如果你不為自己的錯(cuò)誤道歉的話，他們是不會(huì)放過你的。

If you don’t say sorry for your mistake, they won’t let you                             _________ it.

5.  云就是漂浮在空中的大片的非常細(xì)小的水滴。

   Clouds are ______________             very small drops of water that float in the sky.