单选题
单选题
I used to find notes left in the collection basket of the church, beautiful notes about my homilies(讲道)and about the writer’s thoughts on the daily readings. The (1) fascinated me. But it was a long time (2) I met the author of the notes.
One Sunday morning, I was (3) that someone was waiting for me in the office, a young woman who said she (4) all the notes. When I saw her I was (5) , since I had no idea thatit was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office. Her (6) was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely (7) without pain. Her face was disfigured(畸形), so smiling was very (8) for her. We (9) for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week. As it (10) , we went to lunch several times, and we shared things about our (11) . We spoke of authors we both had (12) , and it was easy to tell that (13) are a great love of hers. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look (14) . I know that her condition (15) her deeply. Yet there was a beauty to her that had nothing to do with (16) . She was one to be listened to, whose words came from a wounded but (17) heart. She possessed a fine tuned sense of beauty. Her only (18) in life was the loss of a friend. The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the (19) for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and (20) and they befriended her, and showed her what is real.
A:questions B:ideas C:notes D:basket
D
Two things changed my life: my mother and a white plastic bike basket. I have thought long and hard about it and it’s true. I would be a different person if my mom hadn’t turned a silly bicycle accessory into a life lesson I carry with me today.
My mother and father were united in their way of raising children, but it mostly fell to my mother to actually carry it out. Looking back, I honestly don’t know how she did it. Managing the family budget must have been a very hard task., but she made it look effortless. If we complained about not having what another kid did, we’d hear something like, “I don’t care what so –and –so got for his birthday, you are not getting a TV in your room a car for your birthday a lsvish sweet 16 party.” We had to earn our allowance by doing chores around the house. I can stil l remember how long it took to polish the legs of our coffee table.My brothers can no doubt remember hours spent cleaning the house .Like the two little girls growing up at the White House,we made our own beds (no one left the house unitil that was done)and picked up after ourselves.We had to keep track of our belongings ,and if something was lost ,it was not replaced.
It was summer and ,one day ,my mother drove me to the bike shop to get a tire fixed---and there it was in the window, White, shiny, plastic and decorated with flowers ,the basket winked at me and I knew ----I knew---I had to have it.
“It’s beautiful,” my mother said when I pointed it out to her,”What a neat basket.”
I tried to hold off at first ,I played it cool for a short while.But then Iguess I couldn’t atand it any longer:“Mon, please can I please ,please get it? I ‘ll do extra chores for as long as you say, I’ll do anything ,but I need that basket,I love that basket.Please ,Mom .Please?”
I was desperate.
“You know,” she said ,gently rubbing my back while we both stared at what I believes was the coolest thing ever,”If you save up you could buy this yourself.”
“By the time I make enough it’ll bu gone!”
“Maybe Roger here could hold it for you,” she smiled at Roger ,the bike guy.
“He can’t hold it for that long ,Mom .Someone else will buy it .Please,Mom,Please?”
“There might be another way,”she said.
And so our paying plan unfolded.My mother bought the beautiful basket and put it safely in some hiding place I could’t find.Each week I eagerly counted my growing saving increased by extra work here and there (washing the car ,helping my mother make dinner, delivering or collevting things on my bike that already looked naked without the basket in front).And then ,weeks later ,I counted ,re-counted and jumped for joy. Oh ,happy day ! I made it! I finally had the exact amount we’d agreed upon….
Days later the unthinkable happened. A neighborhood girl I’d played with millions of times appeared with the exact same basket fixted to her shiny ,new bike that already had all the bells and whistles. I rode hard and fast home to tell my mother about this disaster.This horrible turn of events.
And then came the lesson . I’ve taken with me through my life:”Honey, Your basket is extra-special,” Mom said, gently wiping away my hot tears.”Your basket is special because you paid for it yourself.”
A:something spoiled her paying plan B:the basket cost more than she had saved C:a neighborhood girl had bought a new bike D:someone else had got a basket of the same kind
Basketball is still a young game. in the winter or 1891, a certain college was having trouble with its boy students. The weather was so terrible that the students had to stay indoors. Since they could not enjoy their sports outside as usual, they were unhappy, and some of them often got into fights from time to time.
Finally, one of the teachers at the college, J. E. Naismith, was asked to invent a new game for the students. It was not an easy job because such a game had to be played indoors, and the court was not very large.
Naismith thought for a few days and invented a kind of ball game. It was a fast. exciting game with much moving and passing of the ball. It was played between two teams. To make score, the ball had to be thrown into a basket ten feet high above the floor on the wail. At each end of the court there was such a basket. At first, Naismith had planned to have the ball thrown into a box. As he could not find boxes of the right size, he had to use fruit basket in- stead. That is how the game got its name.
A:the wall B:a kind of ball game C:a fruit basket D:the basketball team
A
All the housewives who went to the new supermarket has one great ambition: to be the lucky customer who did not have to pay for her shopping. For this way what the notice just inside the entrance promised. It said "Remember, once a week, one of our customers gets free goods. This may be your lucky day".
For several weeks Mrs Edwards hoped, like many of her friends, to be the luck customer. Unlike her friends, she never gave up hope. The cupboards in her kitchen were full of things which she did not need. In vain her husband tried to dissuade her. She dreamed of the day when the manager of the supermarket would approach her and say: "Madam, this is your lucky day. Everything in your basket is free".
On Friday morning, after she finished her shopping and took it to her car, she found that she had forgotten to buy any tea. She dashed back to the supermarket, and went towards the cash-desk. As she said so, she saw the manager of the supermarket approach her, "Madam",
he said, holding out his hand,"I want to congratulate you" You are our lucky customer" and everything you have in your basket is free."
A:meet the manager B:get a free basket C:get a free basket of goods D:fill all her cupboards
A
All the housewives who went to the new supermarket has one great ambition: to be the lucky customer who did not have to pay for her shopping. For this way what the notice just inside the entrance promised. It said "Remember, once a week, one of our customers gets free goods. This may be your lucky day".
For several weeks Mrs Edwards hoped, like many of her friends, to be the luck customer. Unlike her friends, she never gave up hope. The cupboards in her kitchen were full of things which she did not need. In vain her husband tried to dissuade her. She dreamed of the day when the manager of the supermarket would approach her and say: "Madam, this is your lucky day. Everything in your basket is free".
On Friday morning, after she finished her shopping and took it to her car, she found that she had forgotten to buy any tea. She dashed back to the supermarket, and went towards the cash-desk. As she said so, she saw the manager of the supermarket approach her, "Madam",
he said, holding out his hand,"I want to congratulate you" You are our lucky customer" and everything you have in your basket is free."
A:meet the manager B:get a free basket C:get a free basket of goods D:fill all her cupboards
Passage Two
| Basketball is still a young game. in
the winter or 1891, a certain college was having trouble with its boy students.
The weather was so terrible that the students had to stay indoors. Since they
could not enjoy their sports outside as usual, they were unhappy, and some of
them often got into fights from time to time. Finally, one of the teachers at the college, J. E. Naismith, was asked to invent a new game for the students. It was not an easy job because such a game had to be played indoors, and the court was not very large. Naismith thought for a few days and invented a kind of ball game. It was a fast. exciting game with much moving and passing of the ball. It was played between two teams. To make score, the ball had to be thrown into a basket ten feet high above the floor on the wail. At each end of the court there was such a basket. At first, Naismith had planned to have the ball thrown into a box. As he could not find boxes of the right size, he had to use fruit basket in- stead. That is how the game got its name. |
A:the wall B:a kind of ball game C:a fruit basket D:the basketball team
I used to find notes left in the collection basket of the church, beautiful notes about my homilies(讲道)and about the writer’s thoughts on the daily readings. The (1) fascinated me. But it was a long time (2) I met the author of the notes.
One Sunday morning, I was (3) that someone was waiting for me in the office, a young woman who said she (4) all the notes. When I saw her I was (5) , since I had no idea thatit was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office. Her (6) was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely (7) without pain. Her face was disfigured(畸形), so smiling was very (8) for her. We (9) for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week. As it (10) , we went to lunch several times, and we shared things about our (11) . We spoke of authors we both had (12) , and it was easy to tell that (13) are a great love of hers. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look (14) . I know that her condition (15) her deeply. Yet there was a beauty to her that had nothing to do with (16) . She was one to be listened to, whose words came from a wounded but (17) heart. She possessed a fine tuned sense of beauty. Her only (18) in life was the loss of a friend. The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the (19) for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and (20) and they befriended her, and showed her what is real.
A:questions B:ideas C:notes D:basket
