“BANG!” the door caused a reverberation (回声)．It was just standing there, with Father standing on one side, and I on the other side．

We were both in great anger．“Never set foot in this house again!” stormed Father．With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street．

The street lights were shining rather desolately(凄凉的)．I wandered aimlessly．

A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me．I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and harmonious．

But now… I don’t know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old．We differ in our ways of thinking．He always imposes his opinions and codes of behavior on me．Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits it．We are just like two people coming from two different worlds．It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened．

I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind．My heart was frozen on this hot summer night．As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company．When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived, I saw that the light was still on．

In fact, it was nothing．Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps．Perhaps he thought they were useless．I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps．I can’t stand his outrageous(蛮横的) words: “ I can throw you away, let alone these old papers．”

All the lights were off except father’s．

Dad was always like this．Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself．After shouting at me, he never showed any mercy or any moments of regret．After an argument he has the habit of creeping up in my sleep and then tucking me underneath the covers．

This was how he always was．He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature．

The light was still on．“Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been．At last, I decided to open the door．As soon as I opened the door, tears ran down my cheeks．I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all．Love – is second to none．

1.Decide which is the best order of the following according to what happened in the passage．

a．I opened the door and entered the house．

b．Sadly I ran out into the street．

c．I reached the place where I lived and saw my house still brightly lit．

d．I thought of my father’s kindness towards me．

e．I walked about in the street without any aim．

A．b, e, d, c, a                 B．b, e, c, d, a                 C．b, e, a, c, d                 D．b, e, c, a, d

2.What made the writer think of his childhood?

A．The sight of the desolate street lights．

B．The sight of the empty street．

C．The sight of a father with a child in his arms．

D．The sight of light in his own house．

3.Why do you think the father often shouts at his son?

A．Perhaps the father is getting older and older．

B．Perhaps the son has already grown up．

C．Perhaps they never agree with each other．

D．Perhaps the father has got used to doing that．

4.What conclusion can you draw after reading the passage?

A．The father is actually kind to his son．

B．The father treats his son in an unfair way．

C．The father is neither kind nor cruel to his son．

D．The father is always finding fault with his son．

 

When my parents were alive，they were not very rich．Yet they helped their two older     time after time．When Daddy passed away，his notebook showed debts      from several of his children．I was not among them．I      borrowed money and when I did，I set a repayment plan and     to it．It was a matter of       with me．I couldn’t stand owing my parents-or anyone else-mmoney because I watched them     to help out my older sisters when they were in financial difficulties themselves．

These days，after the death of my parents，I am one of those people who can be      to for help when they need it．Just as I can’t stand     other people money，I can’t stand saying no to whoever needs help．I don’t     helping others，but I would be more than glad if they would make a(n)     to handle things themselves，perhaps by doing some     planning-like planning not to speend money they don’t have!

Being ready to help others is a     ，but sometimes the result will be     to what you expect．I     remember as a child what my father always said， “If at first you don’t succeed，try，try again!” Helping my children too often has     them from learning to keep trying．Use your    ：who among my children will     to walk if I supply the money to buy a car? Helped often，my children lost gradually the ability to     problems themselves．

    In most       ，when people find you can      help，they will ask you more and more．That's human，you know．

1.A．sons       B．daughters      C．brothers      D．sisters

2.A．absent     B．apart       C．due     D．different

3.A．always     B．seldom     C．often    D．never

4.A．stuck      B．attached    C．agreed   D．belonged

5.A．pleasure    B．courage    C．pride    D．sorrow

6.A．struggle    B．happen     C．intend   D．move

7.A．referred    B．turned      C．seen    D．attended

8.A．cheating    B．donating    C．1ending D．owing

9.A．enjoy      B．mind       C．1ike    D．miss

10.A．comment   B．mess       C．excuse   D．effort

11.A．financial   B．flexible     C．typical   D．particular

12.A．deed      B．deal        C．virtue    D．task

13.A．contrary   B．essential    C．potential  D．necessary

14.A．can       B．may       C．shall      D．must

15.A．banned    B．protected   C．prevented  D．freed

16.A．aHn      B．leg        C．body      D．head

17.A．wait      B．urge       C．threat     D．choose

18.A．solve     B．assess     C．seek       D．analyse

19.A．affairs    B．choices    C．cases      D．events

20.A．obtain    B．attain     C．provide     D．prefer

 

I can ______ some noise while I’m studying, but I can’t stand very loud noise.

A. put up with       B. get rid of

C. have effect on    D. keep away from

As I was thinking about language learning the other day, the image of baking bread came into my mind. I compared some of the exercises and drills that we put ourselves through in order to learn a language to the various ingredients (原料) that go into baking a loaf of fresh bread.

Real language learning takes place in human relationships. No one sits down and eats a cup of flour, even if he is hungry and in a hurry. You don' t become bilingual (双语的) by learning lists of vocabulary. You don' t become a speaker of a language by memorizing grammatical rules. You become bilingual by entering a community that uses that other language as its basic means of communication.

I am not suggesting that we can make bread without ingredients. Flour is necessary, as are yeast (酵母), salt, water and other ingredients. Vocabulary is part of any language and will have to be learned. Grammatical rules exist in every language and cannot be ignored. But merely combining the appropriate ingredients in the recommended proportions does not result in bread. At best, you only end up with a ball of dough (面团).

In order to get bread, you have to apply heat to the dough. And in language learning, that heat comes from the community. Anyone who has learned a second language has experienced that heat. It creeps up your neck when you ask the babysitter, “Have you already been eaten?” when you meant to say, ‘‘Have you already eaten?” When you try to say something quite innocent and the whole room bursts into laughter, you are experiencing the heat that turns raw dough into good bread.

Remember the old saying, “If you can’ t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen". This is where language learning often breaks down because we find the heat uncomfortable and we stop the baking process. In other words, we can' t stand the heat, so we get out of the kitchen.

However, the language learner who stays in the kitchen—in the heat—until the combined

ingredients are thoroughly transformed will enjoy the richness of a quality loaf of bread. He is glad that he did not "get out of the kitchen” at the important moment when the oven seemed too hot.

Now the baker enjoys good bread, seated at the table with family members and guests. However, he does not focus on "bread" but rather on enjoying the whole feast: fine salads, pastas, fresh vegetables, rich desserts and so on. And the language learner has arrived when he no longer needs to focus on language. Language merely becomes one element in the "feast" of membership in his chosen community.

 

—Would you like to come to my house to watch the Voice of China together?

—______.

A. Great! I can’t stand it                    B. Yes, I’d love to, but I don’t mind it

C. Good idea, but I’m not sure              D. Yes, I’d love to. I can’t wait.