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    This Christmas, maybe different from previous years, a strong desire drives me to make my own Christmas gifts. Honestly speaking, I’ve promised myself this more than once. As a crafter (工匠), I’ve frequently thought I am supposed to turn it into action. However, this year I really plan to stick to it. It’s partly because I run short of money. More importantly, I’ve recently returned from an inspiring trip around Britain, collecting some information about crafting for BBC’s Newsnight.

        Actually I planned the trip couples of months ago. The idea of traveling the country — making things as I went, meeting artists and craftspeople — sounded perfect to spend the summer. I’d pack a tent and a sewing machine and I’d set off. But by the time I determined my plans and hit the road, leaves made a sighing sound under foot. It seemed crazy to camp with winter on the way; Luckily, Newsnight viewers offered me accommodations in return for help with a craft task.

    My tasks ranged from sewing worn-out clothes to making trousers. Textile students in Harpenden offered to pay for my petrol in return for a talk about hats. In Derby, Amy needed help to change an old pair of curtains.

    I was really struck by people’s increasing enthusiasm for making things. When I asked some people if they could sew, only a few raised their hands. But when I asked who wanted to learn, nearly everyone responded positively, hoping to learn something practical.

    Craft is definitely popular at the moment. But besides fashion, we’re learning to appreciate effort and quality again. Perhaps once people rediscover the pleasure to be gained from making something unique, it may stick.

    Sue is director of quilts at the V&A, where next spring she’ll be putting on the museum’s first major quilting exhibition. Sue believes the return to crafting is related to how we rethink ourselves. “People, especially women, are beginning to think about the way they live their lives. It’s 40 years since the first women’s liberation(解放) conference was held in Oxford. Since then we’ve been in the workplace, and we’ve had the opportunity of choice. Now we’re carefully choosing to go back into the home.”

    Whether you agree with that or not, there’s something about Christmas that brings out the artistic flavor(气息) in everyone. Whether it’s baking bread or pies or decorating the halls or rooms, we’re all prepared to have a try at any time. So if you fancy having a different and joyful party or holiday and making a few presents, try these really simple ideas, each inspired by my recent journey there. They make small and interesting gifts, and take no longer than 30 minutes each. Enjoy Christmas songs and settle down with a cup of hot cocoa, and the cold is gone. You’ll save yourself a small quantity of money and spread a little bit of love, too!

    1.Why did the author promise to make herself a Christmas gift this year?

    A. She wanted to enjoy a different Christmas.

    B. She wanted to make more money.

    C. She was inspired by her trip for a BBC TV program.

    D. She hoped to present herself with a surprise.

    2.The author had her plans carried out and set out for Britain in ______.

    A. spring                      B. summer                            C. fall                            D. winter

    3.What happened during the author’s trip to Britain?

    A. She met many artists and craftspeople on her way to Britain.

    B. She spent a whole summer in Britain making crafts.

    C. She was asked to sew clothes, and curtains and made much money.

    D. Many people showed great interest in making things themselves.

    4.According to the passage, people learn to ______ through crafting.

    A. be grateful to what they have gained

    B. keep up with fashion

    C. stick to something interesting

    D. know more information about craft

    5.What is the author’s opinion on homemade Christmas presents?

    A. Making Christmas presents can only convey a bit of your love.

    B. People can find their artistic talent in making Christmas presents.

    C. A cup of hot cocoa can inspire you to make a creative present.

    D. It would take a long time to prepare a homemade Christmas present.

     

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    This Christmas, maybe different from previous years, a strong desire drives me to make my own Christmas gifts. Honestly speaking, I’ve promised myself this more than once. As a crafter (工匠), I’ve frequently thought I am supposed to turn it into action. However, this year I really plan to stick to it. It’s partly because I run short of money. More importantly, I’ve recently returned from an inspiring trip around Britain, collecting some information about crafting for BBC’s Newsnight.
    Actually I planned the trip couples of months ago. The idea of traveling the country — making things as I went, meeting artists and craftspeople — sounded perfect to spend the summer. I’d pack a tent and a sewing machine and I’d set off. But by the time I determined my plans and hit the road, leaves made a sighing sound under foot. It seemed crazy to camp with winter on the way; Luckily, Newsnight viewers offered me accommodations in return for help with a craft task.
    My tasks ranged from sewing worn-out clothes to making trousers. Textile students in Harpenden offered to pay for my petrol in return for a talk about hats. In Derby, Amy needed help to change an old pair of curtains.
    I was really struck by people’s increasing enthusiasm for making things. When I asked some people if they could sew, only a few raised their hands. But when I asked who wanted to learn, nearly everyone responded positively, hoping to learn something practical.
    Craft is definitely popular at the moment. But besides fashion, we’re learning to appreciate effort and quality again. Perhaps once people rediscover the pleasure to be gained from making something unique, it may stick.
    Sue is director of quilts at the V&A, where next spring she’ll be putting on the museum’s first major quilting exhibition. Sue believes the return to crafting is related to how we rethink ourselves. “People, especially women, are beginning to think about the way they live their lives. It’s 40 years since the first women’s liberation(解放) conference was held in Oxford. Since then we’ve been in the workplace, and we’ve had the opportunity of choice. Now we’re carefully choosing to go back into the home.”
    Whether you agree with that or not, there’s something about Christmas that brings out the artistic flavor(气息) in everyone. Whether it’s baking bread or pies or decorating the halls or rooms, we’re all prepared to have a try at any time. So if you fancy having a different and joyful party or holiday and making a few presents, try these really simple ideas, each inspired by my recent journey there. They make small and interesting gifts, and take no longer than 30 minutes each. Enjoy Christmas songs and settle down with a cup of hot cocoa, and the cold is gone. You’ll save yourself a small quantity of money and spread a little bit of love, too!

    1. 1.

      Why did the author promise to make herself a Christmas gift this year?

      1. A.
        She wanted to enjoy a different Christmas
      2. B.
        She wanted to make more money
      3. C.
        She was inspired by her trip for a BBC TV program
      4. D.
        She hoped to present herself with a surprise
    2. 2.

      The author had her plans carried out and set out for Britain in ______

      1. A.
        spring
      2. B.
        summer
      3. C.
        fall
      4. D.
        winter
    3. 3.

      What happened during the author’s trip to Britain?

      1. A.
        She met many artists and craftspeople on her way to Britain
      2. B.
        She spent a whole summer in Britain making crafts
      3. C.
        She was asked to sew clothes, and curtains and made much money
      4. D.
        Many people showed great interest in making things themselves
    4. 4.

      According to the passage, people learn to ______ through crafting

      1. A.
        be grateful to what they have gained
      2. B.
        keep up with fashion
      3. C.
        stick to something interesting
      4. D.
        know more information about craft
    5. 5.

      What is the author’s opinion on homemade Christmas presents?

      1. A.
        Making Christmas presents can only convey a bit of your love
      2. B.
        People can find their artistic talent in making Christmas presents
      3. C.
        A cup of hot cocoa can inspire you to make a creative present
      4. D.
        It would take a long time to prepare a homemade Christmas present

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         Parents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mother's large Alabama family. Over the years,
    Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many kindly
    relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's father had
    managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new suit, with a card
    pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New Orleans.
         Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
    running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
    There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
    crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
    reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
    by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father,which
    meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
    at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
    to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
    sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
         I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
    tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
    was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
    shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
    idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing?" Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop that!" I laughed. "Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
         Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
         I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
    suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I
    thought  I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you want?"
    I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh, yes, he
    remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in that
    airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus.
    But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because of
    my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
    scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
    seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
    knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus.
    " He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
    that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
    about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
    it."
         It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
    when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
    him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
    But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
         Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
    that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
    would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
         Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
    rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
    had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
    through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
    all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled, snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me something I
    must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to pedal my plane so fast I will
    soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
    1. When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his father's reaction suggested that _______.
    A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son.
    B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
    C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
    D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
    2. Which of the following statements is NOT true?
    A. Buddy didn't tell his Daddy "I love you" until his death.
    B Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
    C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
    D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
    3. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
    A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy.
    B. Miss Sook had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
    C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
    D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
    4. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _______.
    A. old            
    B. clever          
    C. naughty          
    D. trusted
    5. Which of the following can be the best title of passage?
    A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World?
    B. A Christmas Memory
    C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
    D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family

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    阅读理解。
         Parents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mother's large Alabama family. Over the
    years, Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many
    kindly relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's
    father had managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new
    suit, with a card pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New
    Orleans.
         Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
    running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
    There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
    crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
    reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
    by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father. Which
    meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
    at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
    to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
    sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
         I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
    tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
    was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
    shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
    idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing? Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop
    that!" I laughed. " Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
         Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
         I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged
    when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
    suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as
    though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I thought I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you
    want?"
         I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh,
    yes, he remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in
    that airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy
    salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus. 
         But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because
    of my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
    scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go
    back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
    seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
    knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus."
    He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
    that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
    about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
    it."
         It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
    when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
    him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
    But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
         Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
    that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
    would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
         Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
    rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
    had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
    through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
    all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I
    am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like
    snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled,
    snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me
    something I must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny
    postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died
    last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to
    pedal my plane so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
    1.When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his father's reaction suggested that  _______.
    A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son.
    B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
    C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
    D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
    2. Once Buddy was on the bus, he felt the strangest pain . The reason probably is _____________.
    A. His father squeezed him so hard that it ached.
    B. His father was very drunk and had difficulty returning home.
    C. He didn't say "I love you" to his father.
    D. He had an argument with his father at home.
    3. Which of the following statements is NOT true?
    A. Buddy didn't tell his Daddy "I love you" until his death.
    B. Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
    C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
    D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
    4. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
    A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy.
    B. Miss had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
    C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
    D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
    5. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _______.
    A. old            
    B. clever          
    C. naughty          
    D. trusted
    6. Which of the following can be the best title of passage?
    A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World?
    B. A Christmas Memory
    C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
    D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family

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    C
    　　What comes as a shock to many Westerners may be the unfriendly way that some Chinese treat waiters and waitresses in restaurants and bars. Over the last few years,as many in Beijing have made fortunes,I and many of my foreign friends have noticed a downturn in the treatment of those who work all hours and often live in terrible conditions to bring us our food,guard our homes and sell us clothes.It's not the common citizens,but the young nouveau riches(暴发户) Chinese in Beijing who are mostly guilty of this both social and human misbehavior.
    　　It is not unusual to see and hear these people,especially the young women among their ranks,speaking rudely to the waiters and waitresses,as they sit there in the misguided belief that the latest mobile phone,a new car and designer clothes give them the right to talk to people like dirt.In one recent incident(事件) in an expensive restaurant near where I live ,I overheard the table next to me,two guys and a girl,tell the waitress "You really are stupid ",because she had brought them two glasses instead of three.They all burst into loud laughter as the young girl ran away to fetch another.In anther incident I saw a waitress reduced to tears as four well-dressed girls criticized everything from her accent to her looks.
    　　Lately I have noticed that this rather unpleasant aspect of the nouveau riches has been taken up by many of their foreign peers(同类人).So I ask Beijing's bright young things to set a good example,and treat all people with equal respect.And I urge foreigners to follow the good examples of their Chinese language teachers and textbooks while adding some of the pleasantries of their own cultures,so that cultural interpenetration(相互渗透) has a positive influence and not a negative one.
    　　Here I'd like to leave you with the words from Confucius:"What you do not wish for yourself, do not "do to others."
    　　64.The writer has noticed that less respect is shown to _______ in Beijing in recent years.
    　　　A.common citizens          B.waiters and the like
    　　　C.young nouveau riches      D.some foreigners
    　　65.The two incidents mentioned in Paragraph 2 are used to show ______.
    　　　A.waiters and waitresses can make excusable mistakes
    　　　B.waitresses are usually too shy to be laughed at
    　　　C.some Beijingers are too particular about restaurant service
    　　　D.what's being talked about is not rare
    　　66.The young Beijingers are asked to set a good example in order to ______
    　　　A.have good influence over foreigners
    　　　B.leave a good impression on foreigners
    　　　C.educate younger Chinese
    　　　D.develop traditional Chinese culture
    　　67.The origial title of the article is most likely to be _______.
    　　　A.One Dark Side of the Bright Chinese Capital
    　　　B.Beijing's Young Nouveau Riches,Watch Out
    　　　C.Dno't Throw Away Good Manners,Please
    　　　D.People Like Waiters Live at Bottom of Society

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