Much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm （节奏）．But he dutifully reviewed his lessons．Over the months he tried and tried, and often repeated to me “My mom’s going to hear me play some day．”

But he seemed hopeless, with no born ability．A real bad advertisement for my teaching! I was so happy when one day he stopped coming．

Several weeks later my students were to have a recital （演奏会）．To my surprise, Robby came, asking to play in the recital．

“But, it is for current pupils, you dropped．”

“My mom was sick．But I have been practicing．I’ve just got to play!”

I didn’t know what led me to agree, maybe…

The recital came．I put Robby up last to play before my “curtain closer”, by which, I could save the recital if…

The recital went off well． Robby came up on stage, clothes wrinkled and his hair looked like he’d run an egg – beater through it．“How could his mom…?”

Robby pulled out the piano bench and began．It was Mozart’s work! I was not prepared for what I heard next．Like in a dream, I was then woken up by the wild applause – everybody was on their feet!

“I’ve never heard you play like that, Robby! How’d you do it?”

Through the microphone Robby explained: “Well, Miss Hondorf, remember I told you my mom was sick? Actually she had cancer and died this morning．She was born deaf, and tonight was the first time she ever heard me play．I wanted to make it special．”

My eyes were wet．He was not a student of mine, but a teacher!

1．We can infer from the underlined sentence that the writer          ．

      A．was fully confident that Robby would perform well at the recital

       B．thought that Robby would make the recital special

       C．thought that Robby wouldn’t play at the recital

       D．had no confidence in Robby at all for the recital

2．What made the boy succeed in the recital?

       A．Love for his mother．                    B．Musical talent．

       C．The writer’s help．                      D．Regular practice．

3．What made the writer think that Robby was her teacher, not student?

       A．That he played better than her in the recital．

       B．That he loved his mother more than she did．

       C．That he never gave up．

       D．That the audience gave him more applause than her．

4．What is the highlight of the recital?

       A．The writer’s performance．                 B．Robby’s performance．

       C．Robby and his mom’s story．               D．The audience’s applause．

Much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm (节奏). But he dutifully reviewed his lessons. Over the months he tried and tried, and often repeating to me “My mom's going to hear me play some day.”

But he seemed hopeless, with no born ability. A real bad advertisement for my teaching! I was so happy when one day he stopped coming.

Several weeks later my students are to have a recital (演奏会). To my surprise, Robby came, asking to play in the recital.

“But, it is for current pupils, you dropped.”

“My mom was sick. But I have been practicing. I've just got to play!”

I don't know what led me to agree, maybe ….

The recital came. I put Robby up last to play before my “curtain closer”, by which, I could save the recital if …

The recital went off well. Robby came up on stage, clothes wrinkled and his hair looked like he’d run an egg-beater through it. “How could his mom …?”

 Robby pulled out the piano bench and began. It was Mozart's work! I was not prepared for what I heard next. Like in a dream, I was then woken up by the wild applause, everybody was on their feet!

“I’ve never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it?”

Through the microphone Robby explained: “Well, Miss Hondorf, remember I told you my mom was sick? Actually she had cancer and died this morning. She was born deaf, tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.”

My eyes were wet. He was not a student of mine, but a teacher!

63. What can be inferred from the underlined sentence?

A. The writer was fully confident that Robby would perform well

B. The writer thought that Robby would make the recital special.

C. The writer thought that Robby wouldn’t play at the recital then.

D. The writer had no confidence in Robby at all for the recital.

64. What made the boy succeed in the recital?

A. Love for his mother              B. Musical talent 

C. The writer’s help                   D. Regular practice

65. What made the writer think that Robby was her teacher, not student?

A. That he played better than her in the recital.

B. That he loved his mother more than she did.

C. That he never gave up.

D. That the audience gave him more applause than her.

66. What is the highlight of the recital?      

A. The writer’s performance                B. Robby’s performance.

C. Robby and his mom’s story.            D. The audience’s applause.

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Lisa. That’s where the similarities ended.
I was tall and she was small. My thick black hair had been recently cut short into an untidy style. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was 12 and one of the oldest in the class while she was 11 and the youngest. I was awkward and shy. She wasn’t. I couldn’t stand her, considering her my enemy. But she liked me and wanted to be friends.
One day, she invited me over and I said yes—I was too shocked to answer any other way. My family had moved six times in six years, and I had never managed to develop any friendships. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school.
She lived in a fun part of town that had two pizza places, an all-right bookstore, a movie theater and a park. As we walked from the school bus stop through her neighborhood, I tried to guess which house might be hers. Was it the white one with the perfect lawn or the three –story house with a front porch? I got very surprised when she led me into an old apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister.
When we got into the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies, which was my next surprise. I had never played with them. We sat on the floor, laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. We found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and both had wild imaginations. We had a great day that afternoon .
Lisa was loved by the whole neighborhood. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines; the movie theater gave her free tickets…. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other’s houses and spent every free moment together.
Lisa, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the rough years of early adolescence and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: your worst enemy can turn out to be your best friend.
【小题1】The writer and Lisa were similar in the way that          .

A．they were both new students

B．they had the same hair styles

C．they were both tall

D．they were of the same age

【小题2】One day Lisa invited the writer         .

A．to go to the movie

B．to go to walk in a park

C．to go to her home

D．to go to a pizza place

【小题3】In the passage the writer described Lisa as a girl who was       .

A．friendly and lovely	B．rich and happy
C．quiet and lonely	D．awkward and shy

【小题4】Which of the following did the writer learn from Lisa?

A．How to make up stories.	B．How to deal with enemies.
C．How to live a better life.	D．How to make friends.

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Lisa. That’s where the similarities ended.

I was tall and she was small. My thick black hair had been recently cut short into an untidy style. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was 12 and one of the oldest in the class while she was 11 and the youngest. I was awkward and shy. She wasn’t. I couldn’t stand her, considering her my enemy. But she liked me and wanted to be friends.

One day, she invited me over and I said yes—I was too shocked to answer any other way. My family had moved six times in six years, and I had never managed to develop any friendships. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school.

She lived in a fun part of town that had two pizza places, an all-right bookstore, a movie theater and a park. As we walked from the school bus stop through her neighborhood, I tried to guess which house might be hers. Was it the white one with the perfect lawn or the three –story house with a front porch? I got very surprised when she led me into an old apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister.

When we got into the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies, which was my next surprise. I had never played with them. We sat on the floor, laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. We found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and both had wild imaginations. We had a great day that afternoon .

Lisa was loved by the whole neighborhood. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines; the movie theater gave her free tickets…. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other’s houses and spent every free moment together.

Lisa, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the rough years of early adolescence and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: your worst enemy can turn out to be your best friend.

1.The writer and Lisa were similar in the way that          .

A．they were both new students

B．they had the same hair styles

C．they were both tall

D．they were of the same age

2.One day Lisa invited the writer         .

A．to go to the movie

B．to go to walk in a park

C．to go to her home

D．to go to a pizza place

3.In the passage the writer described Lisa as a girl who was       .

A．friendly and lovely                      B．rich and happy

C．quiet and lonely                        D．awkward and shy

4.Which of the following did the writer learn from Lisa?

A．How to make up stories.                  B．How to deal with enemies.

C．How to live a better life.                  D．How to make friends.

 

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Lisa. That’s where the similarities ended.

I was tall and she was small. My thick black hair had been recently cut short into an untidy style. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was 12 and one of the oldest in the class while she was 11 and the youngest. I was awkward and shy. She wasn’t. I couldn’t stand her, considering her my enemy. But she liked me and wanted to be friends.

One day, she invited me over and I said yes—I was too shocked to answer any other way. My family had moved six times in six years, and I had never managed to develop any friendships. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school..

She lived in a fun part of town that had two pizza places, an all-right bookstore, a movie theater and a park. As we walked from the school bus stop through her neighborhood, I tried to guess which house might be hers. Was it the white one with the perfect lawn or the three –story house with a front porch? I got very surprised when she led me into an old apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister.

When we got into the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies, which was my next surprise. I had never played with them. We sat on the floor, laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. We found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and both had wild imaginations. We had a great day that afternoon.

Lisa was loved by the whole neighborhood. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines; the movie theater gave her free tickets…. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other’s houses and spent every free moment together.

Lisa, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the rough years of early adolescence and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: your worst enemy can turn out to be your best friend.

1．The writer and Lisa were similar in the way that           .

        A．they were both tall      B．they had the same hair styles

         C．they were both new students       D．they were of the same age

2．One day Lisa invited the writer          .

       A．to go to the movie   B．to go to walk in a park

       C．to go to her home    D．to go to a pizza place

3．In the passage the writer described Lisa as a girl who was        .

       A．friendly and lovely         B．rich and happy

       C．quiet and lonely              D．awkward and shy

4．Which of the following did the writer learn from Lisa?

      A．How to make up stories.  B．How to deal with enemies.

       C．How to live a better life. D．How to make friends.