It was a rather hot day. Everybody seemed to be looking for some kind of relief, so an ice cream store was a natural place to stop at.
A little girl, holding her money firmly, entered the store. Before she could say a word, the store clerk sharply told her to get outside and read the sign on the door, and stay out until she put on the shoes. She left slowly, and a big man followed her out of the store.
The man watched as she stood in front of the store and read the sign. “No Bare (赤裸) Feet”.
Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she turned and walked away. Just then the big man called to her. After sitting down on the roadside, he took off his size-12 shoes, set them in front of the girl and saying, “Here, you won’t be able to walk in these, but if you slide (拖) along, you can get your ice cream.”
Then he lifted the little girl up and set her feet into the shoes. “Take your time,” he said, “I get tired of moving them around, and it’s good to just sit here and eat my ice cream.”
The shining eyes of the little girl could not be missed as she ordered her ice cream.
He was a big man, all right. Big body, big shoes, but most of all, he had a big heart.
【小题1】The little girl wasn’t allowed to enter the store because ______.
A.she was dirty | B.she had no money |
C.the store was closed | D.she had no shoes on |
A.The big man bought an ice cream for her. |
B.The store clerk took an ice cream out to her. |
C.She got her ice cream with the big man’s shoes. |
D.She left the store without getting her ice cream. |
A.kind | B.funny | C.honest | D.hard-working |
【小题1】D
【小题2】C
【小题3】A
解析试题分析:文章大意:炎热的夏天,人人都想着吃冰激凌,但小女孩因为没有鞋穿却不能进冰激凌商店买,终于有位好心人让小女孩如愿以偿。
【小题1】D 细节题。根据第二段……stay out until she put on the shoes可知小女孩没有穿鞋,所以答案选D。
【小题2】C推断题。 根据文章倒数第二段The shining eyes of the little girl could not be missed as she ordered her ice cream. 可推知小女孩穿着那个大人的鞋终于买到了冰激凌。所以C正确。
【小题3】A 推理题。根据最后一段Big body, big shoes, but most of all, he had a big heart.可推知这个男士有颗善良的心。因此选A。
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Mrs. Janes gave music lessons at a school.She had a good voice and enjoyed singing, except that some of her high tones sound like a gate that had forgotten to oil.Mrs. Janes knew her weakness well, and took every chance she could find to practise these high notes. As she lived in a small house, where she could not practise without disturbing the rest of the family, she usually went for long walks along the country roads whenever she had time and practised her high notes there.Whenever she heard a car or a person coming along the road, she stopped and waited until she could no longer be heard before she started practicing again, because she was a shy person.
One afternoon, a fast, opened car came up behind her so silently and so fast that she didn’t hear it until it was only a few yards from her.She was singing some of her highest and most difficult tones at that time and as the car passed, she saw an anxious expression came over the driver’s face.He stopped his car suddenly, jumped out and began to examine all his tyres carefully.
Mrs. Janes didn’t dare to tell him what the noise he had heard really was, so he got back into the car and drove off.
【小题1】How did Mrs. Janes sing?
A.She sang well, but she didn’t practise singing hard. |
B.She enjoyed singing, but she had a terrible voice. |
C.She was a good singer, but she could not sing the high tones well. |
D.She sang terribly, she was no singer at all. |
A.Because she enjoyed the country’s fresh air. |
B.Because she was afraid to disturb the rest of the family. |
C.Because she lived in a small house far away. |
D.Because she was afraid to practise the high tones. |
A.Because he supposed something must have gone wrong with his car. |
B.Because he was moved by the pretty voice of Mrs. Janes. |
C.Because he wondered what had happened to Mrs. Janes. |
D.Because he frightened by the terrible voice of Mrs. Janes. |
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We lived in a very quiet neighborhood. One evening I heard a loud crash in the street. Earlier that evening my wife had asked me to go to the store to get some soft drinks. It seemed like this would be a good time to let my teenage daughter Holly practice her driving, so I sent her to the store in my truck. At dinner my son talked about how much he liked my truck. I enjoyed having it, but I said, "Guy, my heart is not set on that truck. I like it but it is just metal and won't last forever. Never set your heart on anything that won't last." After hearing the loud noise, the whole family ran outside. My son shouted, "Dad! Dad! Holly crashed your truck."
My heart sank and my mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts. Was anyone hurt? Who else was involved? As I ran to the door, I heard a voice in my heart say, "Here is a chance to show Holly what you really love. She'll never forget it."
The accident had occurred in my own driveway. Holly had crashed my truck into our other vehicle, the family van. In her inexperience, she had confused the brakes and the gas pedal (油门). Holly was unhurt physically but when reached her, she was crying and saying, “Oh, Dad, I'm sorry. I know how much you love this truck." I held her in my arms as she cried.
Later that week a friend dropped by and asked what had happened to my truck. I told her the whole story. Her eyes moistened(润湿) and she said, "That happened to me when I was a girl. I borrowed my dad's car and ran into a log that had fallen across the road. I ruined the car. When I got home, my dad knocked me to the ground and began to kick me."
Over 40 years later, she still felt the pain of the night. It was a deep wound on her soul. I remember how sad Holly was on the night she crashed our truck, and how I comforted her. One day, when Holly thinks back on her life, I want her to know that I love her a thousand times more than any piece of property. I repaired the van, but the dent (凹陷) in my truck is still there today. Every day it reminds me of what really matters in my life.
【小题1】What caused the crash?
A.The brakes weren't working. |
B.Holly stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brakes. |
C.Holly was drinking a soft drink while driving. |
D.The car got a fiat tire and Holly lost control. |
A.She suffered physical pain for a long time. |
B.She lost the courage to drive. |
C.Her father kicked her out of the house. |
D.Her father was violent towards her. |
A.When the author first learned about the crash, he regretted sending his daughter to the store. |
B.The author allowed his daughter to use his truck because his son was too young to drive. |
C.When the author saw the crash, he was sorry for the damage to his beloved car. |
D.By comforting his daughter, the author showed how much more he loved her than his truck. |
A.The wound recovered after 40 years. |
B.Her soul was deeply hurt. |
C.The hurt caused by her father affected her all the time. |
D.Parents shouldn't beat their children. |
A.love is more important than possessions |
B.parents should never let a teenager drive |
C.there is no point blaming someone after an accident |
D.we should always forgive others' mistakes |
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Long ago there were two people--- a young father and an old neighbor. One day the young father was visiting the old neighbor. They were standing in the old man’s garden, talking about children. The young man said, “How strict should parents be with their children?”
The old man pointed to a string(绳子)between a big strong tree and a thin young one.“Please untie(解开)that string,” he said.The young man untied it, and the young tree bent over to one side. “Now tie it again,please,” said the old man, “but first pull the string tight so that the young tree is straight again.”
The young man did so.Then the old man said,“There,it is the same with children. You must be strict with them, but sometimes you must untie the string to know how they are getting on.If they are not yet able to stand alone,you must tie the string tight again. But when you find that they are ready to stand alone,you can take the string away.”
【小题1】The story is about _______ .
A.how the young father should get on with his old neighbor |
B.how to tie and untie the string |
C.how to take care of young trees |
D.how strict parents should be with their children. |
A.only to find that the thinner one bent over to one side |
B.in order to let the old man teach him |
C.in order to throw it away |
D.so that both of the trees would grow straight |
A.When the young man has untied it next time |
B.When the young tree grows strong enough |
C.When the old man has left |
D.After you have untied it |
A. that he should be strict with his children if they could not yet stand alone |
B.that he should be hard on them |
C. that he should tie his children until they are ready to stand alone |
D.that he should always be strict with his children |
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A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She bought a book and a bag of cookies in the airport shop, and found a place to drop.
She was interested in her book, but the man sitting beside her grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid an argument.
So she ate the cookies noisily and watched the clock, as the cookie thief diminished (使……变少) her stock. She was getting angrier as the minutes passed, thinking,“Oh, brother, if I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken your eyes.”
With each cookie she took, he took one, too. When only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, he took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, and he ate the other. She got it from him and thought, “ This guy has some nerve (胆量) and he’s also rude. Why didn’t he even show any gratitude?”
She had never known when she had been so angry. She gathered her bag and headed for the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate (忘恩负义者).
She boarded the plane and then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her bag, she was shocked— there was her bag of cookies. “If mine are here,” she thought, “the others were his. It’s too late to apologize.”
【小题1】Why did the woman ignore it when she found the man eating the cookies?
A.She didn’t want to get into an argument. |
B.She was full of pity for the man. |
C.The man was dangerous and brave. |
D.She was too careless to notice it. |
A.felt a bit disappointed. |
B.felt deeply thankful. |
C.considered the man unthankful. |
D.saw the man as his brave brother. |
A.might have returned the bag of cookies secretly. |
B.tried to share his cookies with the woman. |
C.was thankful for the woman’s kindness. |
D.was really a thief. |
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Mr. Grey was the manager of a small office in London. He lived in the country, and came up to work by train. He liked walking from the station to his office unless it was raining, because it gave him some exercise. One morning he was walking along the street when a stranger stopped him and said to him, “You may not remember me, sir, but seven years ago I came to London without a penny in my pockets, I stopped you in this street and asked you to lend me some money, and you lent me £ 5, because you said you were willing to take a chance so as to give a man a start on the way to success.”
Mr Grey thought for a few minutes and then said, “Yes, I remember you. Go on with your story!” “Well,” answered the stranger, “are you still willing to take a chance?”
【小题1】How did Mr. Grey get to his office?
A.He went up to work by train. |
B.He walked to his office. |
C.He went to his office on foot unless it rained. |
D.He usually took a train to the station and then walked to his office if the weather was fine. |
A.he couldn’t afford the buses |
B.he wanted to save money |
C.he wanted to keep in good health |
D.he could do some exercises on the way |
A.give him a start in life | B.help him on the way to success |
C.make him rich | D.gain more money |
A.wanted to return Mr. Grey the money |
B.again asked Mr. Grey for money |
C.would like to make friends with him |
D.told Mr. Grey that he had been successful since then |
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Bobby Moresco grew up in New York’s Hell’s Kitchen, a poor working-class neighborhood on Manhattan’s West Side. But Hell’s Kitchen lies right next door to Broadway, and the bright lights attracted Bobby from the time he was a teen. Being stage-struck was hardly what a street kid could admit to his partners. Fearing their making fun of him, he told no one, not even his girlfriend, when he started taking acting lessons at age 17. If you were a kid from the neighborhood, you became a cop, construction worker, longshoreman or criminal. Not an actor.
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At age 54, Bobby Moresco became an overnight success. “If you have something you want to do in life, don’t think about the problems,” he says, “think about other ways to get it done.”
【小题1】Why Bobby Moresco did not tell anyone that he started taking lessons at age 17?
A.He wanted to give his girlfriend a surprise. |
B.His girlfriend did not allow him to do this. |
C.He was afraid of being laughed at. |
D.He had no talent for acting. |
A.His father did not support his work as a bartender. |
B.Before he became an overnight success, his life experienced ups and downs. |
C.His brother’s death inspired his writing Half-Deserted Streets. |
D.Moresco grew up in New York’s Hell’s Kitchen which is a few blocks east of Broadway. |
A.they thought the script would not be popular. |
B.the script was not well written. |
C.they had no money to make the film based on the script. |
D.they thought Moresco was not famous. |
A.ambitious and persistent | B.shy but hardworking |
C.caring and brave | D.considerate and modest |
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【小题1】Which of the following is NOT true of Lynn Jenkins?
A.She is the publisher of the magazine Indiana Living Green. |
B.She is a member of Garden Writers Association. |
C.She won the award the Heart of Green Local Hero. |
D.She encourages people to love and protect nature. |
A.a book on modern life style | B.a magazine on fashion |
C.a journal on travel | D.a magazine on green living |
A.It is a scene set in a three-hour film. |
B.It is a series of events focusing on green life. |
C.It is a film set in Central Indiana. |
D.It is a forum focusing on green lifestyle. |
A.simply | B.mainly | C.earnestly | D.seriously |
A.To call on readers to protect the environment and live green. |
B.To nominate Lynn Jenkins for the Heart of Green Local Hero. |
C.To introduce the readers to the Heart of Green Local Hero. |
D.To advertise for Indiana Living Green and its publisher. |
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My Way to Success
From the day I signed up for the Naumburg Competition, everything changed. I had made a decision to start again, to save my life, and that meant a 360-degree turnaround.
I kept on practicing. An enormous amount of work had to be done in two months. I went from not practicing at all to thirteen hours a day.
I spent two weeks just playing scales. If I thought I sounded bad before, now I sounded worse than awful.
At the time I lived on 72nd Street, close to West End Avenue. I had an apartment with a window the size of a shoebox. I didn't do mylaundry. I left my apartment only to walk to Juilliard─and not onBroadway like everyone else. I walked up Amsterdam Avenue because I didn't want to see anybody, didn't want to run into anybody, didn't want anyone to ask what I was doing.
I stopped going to classes and became a hermit. I even talked Miss DeLay into giving my lesson at night.
My eating habits were awful. I lived on fried sausages, a pint of peanut butter/chocolate ice cream, and a gallon of Coca-Cola every day. That's all I ate for eight weeks.
I was nuts. I was completely obsessed with getting back into shape, with doing well in this competition. If I could, people would know I was still on earth. Not to count me out; to stop asking, “Whatever happened to Nadja?”
The last week before the Naumburg auditions, I couldn't touch the violin. I had worked and worked and worked and worked and then I just couldn't work anymore.
I certainly could have used it. I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. But I simply had to say, “Nadja, you've dedicated yourself to this thing. Ready or not, do your best.”
Fifty violinists from around the world auditioned for the competition on May 25, 26, and 27, 1981. Those that made it past thepreliminaries would go on to the semifinals. Those that passed that stage would go to the finals. In years past, one violinist was chosen as winner and two received second and third place.
On May 26, the day of my audition, I went to the Merkin Concert Hall at 67th Street and Broadway. I waited, played for twenty minutes, and went home. I couldn't tell whether the preliminary judges were impressed or not. I'd find out the next evening.
Maybe subconsciously I was trying to keep busy; that night, when I fried the sausages, I accidentally set my apartment on fire. I grabbed my cat and my violin, and ran out the door. The fire was put out, but everything in my place was wrecked.
Fortunately, the phone was okay and on the evening of May 27, I had the news from Lucy Rowan Mann of Naumburg. Thirteen of us had made it.
Talk about mixed emotions. I was thrilled to be among the thirteen; a group that included established violinists, some of whom had already made records. But it also meant I had to play the next day in the semifinals of the competition.
Everyone entering the competition had been given two lists of concertos. One was a list of standard repertory pieces. The other list was twentieth-century repertory. For our big competition piece, we were to choose from each list and play a movement from one in the semifinals, and a movement from the other in the finals─if we made it that far.
From the standard repertory list, I chose the Tchaikovsky Concerto. I had been playing the Tchaik for three years, so it was a good piece for me.
From the twentieth-century list, I chose the Prokofiev G minor Concerto. I had never played it onstage before.
My goal had been just passing the auditions, but now my thought pattern began to change. If I wanted a sliver of a chance of advancing again, my brain said, “Play your strong piece first.”
Logically, I should play the Tchaikovsky in the semifinals just to make it to the next stage. Who cared if that left me with a piece I probably wouldn't play as well in the finals of the competition? It'd be a miracle to get that far.
There wouldn't be more than seven violinists chosen for the final round, and if I were in the top seven of an international group, that was plenty good enough.
The semifinals were held on May 28 in Merkin Concert Hall. You were to play for thirty minutes: your big piece first, then the judges would ask to hear another.
There was a panel of eight judges. They had a piece of paper with my choices of the Tchaikovsky and the Prokofiev in front of them. “Which would you like to play?” they asked.
I said meekly, “Prokofiev.”
My brain and all the logic in the world had said, “Play your strong piece.” My heart said, “Go for it all. Play your weak piece now, save Tchaikovsky for the finals.”
Maybe I don't listen to logic so easily after all.
My good friend, the pianist Sandra Rivers, had been chosen as accompanist for the competition. She knew I was nervous. There had been a very short time to prepare; I was sure there'd be memory slips, that I'd blank out in the middle and the judges would throw me out. My hands were like ice.
The first eight measures of the Prokofiev don't have accompaniment. The violin starts the piece alone. So I started playing.
I got through the first movement and Sandra said later my face was as white as snow. She said I was so tense, I was beyond shaking. Just a solid brick.
It was the best I'd ever played it. No memory slips at all. Technically, musically, it was there.
I finished it thinking, “Have I sold my soul for this? Is the devil going to visit me at midnight? How come it went so well?”
I didn't know why, but often I do my best under the worst of circumstances. I don't know if it's guts or a determination not to disappoint people. Who knows what it is, but it came through for me, and I thank God for that.
As the first movement ended, the judges said, “Thank you.” Then they asked for the Carmen Fantasy.
I turned and asked Sandy for an A, to retune, and later she said the blood was just rushing back into my face.
I whispered, “Sandy, I made it. I did it.”
“Yeah,” she whispered back, kiddingly, “too bad you didn't screw up. Maybe next time.”
At that point I didn't care if I did make the finals because I had played the Prokofiev so well. I was so proud of myself for coming through.
I needed a shot in the arm; that afternoon I got evicted. While I was at Merkin, my moped had blown up. For my landlord, that was the last straw.
What good news. I was completely broke and didn't have the next month's rent anyway. The landlord wanted me out that day. I said, “Please, can I have two days. I might get into the finals, can I please go through this first?”
I talked him into it, and got back to my place in time for the phone call. “Congratulations, Nadja,”“they said. “You have made the finals.”
I had achieved the ridiculously unlikely, and I had saved my best piece. Yet part of me was sorry. I wanted it to be over already. In the three days from the preliminaries to the semifinals, I lost eight pounds. I was so tired of the pressure.
There was a fellow who advanced to the finals with me, an old, good friend since Pre-College. Competition against friends is inevitable in music, but I never saw competition push a friendship out the window so quickly. By the day of the finals, I hated him and he hated me. Pressure was that intense.
The finals were held on May 29 at Carnegie Hall and open to the public. I was the fourth violinist of the morning, then there was a lunch break, and three more violinists in the afternoon.
I played my Tchaikovsky, Saint-Sa‘ns’s Havanaise, and Ravel's Tzigane for the judges: managers, famous violinists, teachers, and critics. I went on stage at five past eleven and finished at noon. Those fifty-five minutes seemed like three days.
I was so relieved when I finished playing; I was finished! It's impossible to say how happy I was to see the dressing room. I went out for lunch with my friends. It was like coming back from the grave. We laughed and joked and watched TV.
As I returned to Carnegie Hall to hear the other violinists, I realized I'd made a big mistake: they might ask for recalls. A recall is when they can't decide between two people and they want you to play again. It's been done; it's done all the time in competitions. No way was I in shape to go onstage and play again.
In the late afternoon, the competition was over. Everybody had finished playing. Quite luckily─no recalls.
The judges deliberated for an hour. The tension in the air was unbelievable. All the violinists were sitting with their little circle of friends. I had my few friends around me, but no one was saying much now.
Finally, the Naumburg Foundation president Robert Mann came on stage.
“It's always so difficult to choose ...” he began.
“Every year we hold this competition,” Robert Mann said. “And in the past, we've awarded three prizes. This year we've elected to only have one prize, the first prize.”
My heart sank. Nothing for me. Not even Miss Congeniality.
“We have found,” Mann went on, “that second place usually brings great dismay to the artist because they feel like a loser. We don't want anyone here to feel like a loser. Every finalist will receive five hundred dollars except the winner, who will receive three thousand dollars.”
And then he repeated how difficult it was to choose, how well everyone had played ...dah, dah, dah.
I was looking down at the floor.
“The winner is ...”
And he said my name.
A friend next to me said, “Nadja, I think you won!”
I went numb. My friends pulled me up and pointed me toward the stage. It was a long walk because I had slipped into a seat in the back. Sitting up in front was my old friend. I would have to walk right past him and I was dreading it, but before I could, he got up and stopped me.
He threw his arms around me and I threw my arms around him. I kept telling him how sorry I was. I was holding him and started to cry, saying, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I didn't want to lose, but I really didn't want him to lose either. And he was holding me and saying, “Don't be sorry. I'm so proud of you.” It was over, and we would be friends again.
I took my bow, then ran to Juilliard. Ten blocks uptown, one block west, to give Miss DeLay the news. She could be proud of me now, too.
Suddenly, everything was clear. Playing the violin is what I'd do with my life. Heaven handed me a prize: “You've been through a lot, kid. Here's an international competition.”
Everything had changed when I prepared for the Naumburg, and now everything changed again. I made my first recording. Between September 1981 and May 1982, I played a hundred concerts in America, made one trip to Europe, then two months of summer festivals. And people asked me back.
There was a great deal of anxiety playing in Europe for the first time. But I was able to rely on my self-confidence to pull me through.
Self-confidence onstage doesn't mean a lack of nerves backstage. The stakes had increased. This wasn't practice anymore, this was my life. I'd stare into a dressing-room mirror and say, “Nadja, people have bought tickets, hired baby-sitters, you've got to calm down; go out there and prove yourself.”
Every night I'd prove myself again. My life work had truly begun.
【小题1】In a gesture to prepare for the competition, Nadja did all the following except _________.
A.preoccupying herself in practice |
B.trying to carry out her deeds secretly |
C.abandoning going to school for classes |
D.consuming the best food to get enough energy |
A.Four. | B.Five. | C.Six. | D.Seven. |
A.she forgot that there was going to be a recall |
B.she didn’t get hold of the permission to leave |
C.chances were that she had to replay and she was off guard |
D.there was another play she had to take part in in the afternoon |
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