He had _____many things to do that he was busy all day long．

A．such          B．such a          C．a(chǎn)s          D．so

The day I became a mom was not the day my daughter was born, but seven years later. Up until that day, I had been too busy trying to survive my abusive(辱罵的) marriage. I had spent all my energy trying to run a "perfect" home that would pass inspection each evening, and I didn't see that my baby girl had become a toddler. I'd tried endlessly to please someone who could never be pleased and suddenly realized that the years had slipped by and could never return. 
Oh, I had done the normal "motherly" things, like making sure my daughter got to ballet and gym lessons. I went to all of her recitals and school concerts, parent-teacher conferences and open houses alone. We suffered from my husband's rages(暴怒) when something was spilled(溢出) at the dinner table, telling her, "It will be okay, Honey. Daddy's not really mad at you." I did all I could to protect her from hearing the awful shouting and complaints after he returned from a night of drinking. Finally I did the best thing I could do for my daughter and myself: I removed us from the home that wasn't really a home at all. 
That day I became a mom was the day when my daughter and I were sitting in our new home having a calm, quiet dinner just as I had always wanted for her. We were talking about what she had done in school and suddenly her little hand knocked over the full glass of chocolate milk by her plate. As I watched the white tablecloth and freshly painted white wall become dark brown, I looked at her small face. It was filled with fear, knowing what the consequence of the event would have meant only a week before in her father's presence. When I saw that look on her face and looked at the chocolate milk running down the wall, I simply started laughing. I am sure she thought I was crazy, but then she must have realized that I was thinking, "It's a good thing your father isn't here!" She started laughing with me, and we laughed until we cried. They were tears of joy and peace and were the first of many tears that we cried together. That was the day we knew that we were going to be okay. 
Whenever either of us spills something, even now, seventeen years later, she says, "Remember the day I spilled the chocolate milk? I knew you had done the right thing for us." That was the day I really became a mom. I discovered that being a mom isn't only going to ballet or gym, recitals, and attending every school concert and open house. It isn't keeping a tidy house and preparing perfect meals. It certainly isn't pretending things are normal when they are not. For me, being a mom started when I could laugh over spilled milk. 
---- By Linda Jones from “Chicken Soup for Soul”

1. 1.

   What does the underlined part "the right thing" refer to?

   1. A.
      Becoming a single mother
   2. B.
      Divorcing with her abusive husband
   3. C.
      Doing all the motherly things well and running the family
   4. D.
      Not blaming on her daughter’s spilling the chocolate milk
2. 2.

   Which statement is NOT true?．

   1. A.
      The author had suffered from an unfortunate marriage for a long time
   2. B.
      All the things the author did were to protect her daughter
   3. C.
      The author hadn’t been a mother until she removed from her marriage
   4. D.
      Both the author and her daughter were frightened at the husband and father
3. 3.

   Why did the author and her daughter laugh and then cry?

   1. A.
      Because it was a thorough relief after they had suffered too much
   2. B.
      Because they were actually crazy
   3. C.
      Because they wouldn’t see the abusive man any more
   4. D.
      Because spilling the chocolate milk on the wall was really funny
4. 4.

   What is the best title for this article?

   1. A.
      How To Be a Better Mon?
   2. B.
      The Day I Became a Mom
   3. C.
      A Thing Happened 17 Years Ago
   4. D.
      Survive an Abusive Marriage

The day I became a mom was not the day my daughter was born, but seven years later. Up until that day, I had been too busy trying to survive my abusive(辱罵的) marriage. I had spent all my energy trying to run a "perfect" home that would pass inspection each evening, and I didn't see that my baby girl had become a toddler. I'd tried endlessly to please someone who could never be pleased and suddenly realized that the years had slipped by and could never return. 

Oh, I had done the normal "motherly" things, like making sure my daughter got to ballet and gym lessons. I went to all of her recitals and school concerts, parent-teacher conferences and open houses alone. We suffered from my husband's rages(暴怒) when something was spilled(溢出) at the dinner table, telling her, "It will be okay, Honey. Daddy's not really mad at you." I did all I could to protect her from hearing the awful shouting and complaints after he returned from a night of drinking. Finally I did the best thing I could do for my daughter and myself: I removed us from the home that wasn't really a home at all.

That day I became a mom was the day when my daughter and I were sitting in our new home having a calm, quiet dinner just as I had always wanted for her. We were talking about what she had done in school and suddenly her little hand knocked over the full glass of chocolate milk by her plate. As I watched the white tablecloth and freshly painted white wall become dark brown, I looked at her small face. It was filled with fear, knowing what the consequence of the event would have meant only a week before in her father's presence. When I saw that look on her face and looked at the chocolate milk running down the wall, I simply started laughing. I am sure she thought I was crazy, but then she must have realized that I was thinking, "It's a good thing your father isn't here!" She started laughing with me, and we laughed until we cried. They were tears of joy and peace and were the first of many tears that we cried together. That was the day we knew that we were going to be okay.

Whenever either of us spills something, even now, seventeen years later, she says, "Remember the day I spilled the chocolate milk? I knew you had done the right thing for us." That was the day I really became a mom. I discovered that being a mom isn't only going to ballet or gym, recitals, and attending every school concert and open house. It isn't keeping a tidy house and preparing perfect meals. It certainly isn't pretending things are normal when they are not. For me, being a mom started when I could laugh over spilled milk. 

                                       ---- By Linda Jones from “Chicken Soup for Soul”

68．What does the underlined part "the right thing" refer to?

       A．Becoming a single mother.

B．Divorcing with her abusive husband.

C．Doing all the motherly things well and running the family.

D．Not blaming on her daughter’s spilling the chocolate milk.

69．Which statement is NOT true?．

       A．The author had suffered from an unfortunate marriage for a long time.

B．All the things the author did were to protect her daughter.

       C．The author hadn’t been a mother until she removed from her marriage.

D．Both the author and her daughter were frightened at the husband and father.

70．Why did the author and her daughter laugh and then cry?

       A．Because it was a thorough relief after they had suffered too much.

       B．Because they were actually crazy.

       C．Because they wouldn’t see the abusive man any more.

       D．Because spilling the chocolate milk on the wall was really funny.

71．What is the best title for this article?

       A．How To Be a Better Mon?               B．The Day I Became a Mom

       C．A Thing Happened 17 Years Ago          D．Survive an Abusive Marriage

Some people have very good memory（記憶力） and they can easily remember quite long texts. There are other people who can only remember things when they have said them again and again. The famous English writer Charles Dickens said that he could walk down any long street in London and then tell you the name of every shop he had passed. Many great men of the world have a wonderful memory.

A good memory is greatly helpful in learning a language. Everybody learns his own language by remembering what he hears when he is a small child, and some children, like the boys and girls who live abroad(國(guó)外) with their parents, seem to learn two languages almost as easily as one. In school it is not so easy to learn a second language because the students have so little time for it, and they are very busy with other subjects too.

A man’s mind is like a camera, but it takes photos not only of what we see but also of what we feel, hear, smell and taste. When we take a real photo with a camera, Some people have very good memory（記憶力） and they can easily remember quite long texts.In the same way, there is much work to be done before we can keep a picture forever(永遠(yuǎn)) in our minds.

Memory is a diary, and we all carry it about us. We keep things we have experienced (經(jīng)歷)in this diary.

1.Which of the following is true?

A．Charles Dickens had a good memory because he was a famous writer.

B．People without a good memory cannot be great men of the world.

C．People became great because they have a good memory.

D．Many people may never become great though they have a good memory.

2.To learn a language well, one must ________.

A．live abroad                            B．write it every day

C．often hear it                           D．go to school

3.The writer thinks a camera in one’s mind can take photos of ______.

A．what we see

B．what we feel and hear

C．what we smell and taste

D．what we see, feel, hear, smell and taste

4.If you have a good memory, ________.

A．you can learn a second language easily

B．you can remember things for ever easily

C．you can learn your own language easily

D．you can remember things better

5.Which of the following is true?

A．We all keep a diary in our mind.

B．One has to do a lot of work before he can keep a picture in his mind forever.

C．A person with a good memory can remember things forever.

D．A good memory helps to remember everything forever.

Some people have very good memory（記憶力） and they can easily remember quite long texts. There are other people who can only remember things when they have said them again and again. The famous English writer Charles Dickens said that he could walk down any long street in London and then tell you the name of every shop he had passed. Many great men of the world have a wonderful memory.

A good memory is greatly helpful in learning a language. Everybody learns his own language by remembering what he hears when he is a small child, and some children, like the boys and girls who live abroad(國(guó)外) with their parents, seem to learn two languages almost as easily as one. In school it is not so easy to learn a second language because the students have so little time for it, and they are very busy with other subjects too.

A man’s mind is like a camera, but it takes photos not only of what we see but also of what we feel, hear, smell and taste. When we take a real photo with a camera, Some people have very good memory（記憶力） and they can easily remember quite long texts.In the same way, there is much work to be done before we can keep a picture forever(永遠(yuǎn)) in our minds.

Memory is a diary, and we all carry it about us. We keep things we have experienced (經(jīng)歷)in this diary.

66．Which of the following is true?

A. Charles Dickens had a good memory because he was a famous writer.

B. People without a good memory cannot be great men of the world.

C. People became great because they have a good memory.

D. Many people may never become great though they have a good memory.

67．To learn a language well, one must ________.

A. live abroad         B. write it every day

C. often hear it        D. go to school

68．The writer thinks a camera in one’s mind can take photos of ______.

A. what we see

B. what we feel and hear

C. what we smell and taste

D. what we see, feel, hear, smell and taste

69．If you have a good memory, ________.

A. you can learn a second language easily

B. you can remember things for ever easily

C. you can learn your own language easily

D. you can remember things better

70．Which of the following is true?

A. We all keep a diary in our mind.

B. One has to do a lot of work before he can keep a picture in his mind forever.

C. A person with a good memory can remember things forever.

D. A good memory helps to remember everything forever.

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.
【小題1】From the passage, we can learn that Hans ___________.

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．a(chǎn)dmired 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 long-lasting 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

It was Mother’s Day，the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll  1 that Sunday in 2000 was bitter-sweet for me．As a single mother I  2  to think of my shortcomings-how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children，mad how many things I couldn’t  3  my waitress’s salary to buy．

    But what  4  kids I had! My daughter Maria was a senior in college，and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were  5  impolite enough to complain．but there was so much more I  6  I had done for them．I just hoped they  7 ．

As I walked into the  8  quietly to start breakfast，I was greeted by a vase  9  a dozen red roses! When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them? But even their delicate beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them，in the quick，manly 10  of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago It  11  ．

She took a day off from her busy  12  to take the boy to see his hero at the stadium．It took 3．5 hours just to get there，and they bad to be there early  13  he could see his hero take batting practice．14  their arrival，she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was  15  his hero making a diving catch．After the game，of course he had to  16  his hero’s signature，so she stayed with the little boy  17  1：00 in the morning…

      It took me long enough to  18  it．but I finally know who the  19  hero is．Mom，I love you!

    And suddenly, it was a  20  Mother’s Day, after all．

    1．A．a(chǎn)dmit             B．a(chǎn)bandon                 C．deny                      D．refuse

    2．A．hated              B．disliked                  C．tended                   D hesitated

    3．A stress               B．spare                   C．strengthen              D．spend

     4．A．poor               B．great                    C．faithless                 D．pretty

    5．A．merely           B．usually                  C．never                      D．often

    6．A．wished           B．hoped                  C．expected                D．desired

     7．A．supported                B．understood             C．exchanged              D．survived

    8．A．living room       B．kitchen                C．bedroom                D．study

     9．A．including          B．containing              C．contacting              D．a(chǎn)dvising

    10．A．handwriting      B description                C．tone                       D．pocket

    11．A．wrote                  B．recorded                C．memorized             D．read

    12．A．scenery        B．system                 C．schedule                D substance

     13．A．or                B．for                      C．but                        D．so

     14．A．At                B．In                        C．On                        D．By

    15．A．impressed       B．printed                  C．presented                      D．pressed

     16． A．buy            B．a(chǎn)bandon                C．get                         D．sweep

      17．A．before          B．until                     C．a(chǎn)fter                             D．when

     18．A．See              B．hear                     C．realize                    D．tell

    19．A．a(chǎn)ctual           B．true                     C．imaginary               D．various

      20．A．sad               B．bitter                   C．happy                    D．exciting

It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll   1   that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I   2  to think of my shortcomings — how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t   3    my waitress’ salary to buy．

    But what   4    kids I had! My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were   5    impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I   6    I had done for them．I just hoped they __7  ．

As I walked into the   8    quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase  9    a dozen red roses! When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them? But even their delicate beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly   10    of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It   11 .

She took a day off from her busy   12    to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3．5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early   13    he could see his hero take batting practice．  14    their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was   15    his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to   16    his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy    17    one in the morning…

   It took me long enough to  18    it, but I finally know who the   19    hero is．Mom, I love you!

   And suddenly, it was a   20    Mother’s Day, after all．

1．A．a(chǎn)dmit                 B．a(chǎn)dopt               C．deny                  D．refuse

2．A．intended              B．liked                 C．tended                D．hesitated

3．A．stress                B．spare                C．strengthen          D．spend

4．A．poor                  B．great                C．faithless              D．pretty

5．A．merely               B．usually             C．never                  D．often

6．A．wished               B．hoped               C．expected             D．desired

7．A．supported           B．understood        C．a(chǎn)pproved            D．disgusted

8．A．1iving-room          B．kitchen             C．bed- room          D．study

9．A．including            B．containing         C．possessing          D．pinning

10．A．handwriting      B．description         C．tone                   D．scratch

11．A．wrote               B．recorded           C．memorized          D．read

12．A．event               B．content             C．schedule             D．circumstance

13．A．or                    B．for                   C．but                     D．so

14．A．At                    B．In                    C．On                     D．By

15．A．impressed         B．printed             C．presented            D．pressed

16．A．buy                  B．a(chǎn)bandon           C．get                     D．exchange

17．A．before              B．until                 C．a(chǎn)fter                   D．when

18．A．see                  B．hear                 C．realize                D．tell

19．A．a(chǎn)ctual               B．true                  C．imaginary           D．visual

20．A．sad                  B．bitter                C．happy                 D．exciting