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The day was Thankful Thursday. It’s a weekly 1 that my two little girls and I began years ago. Thursday has become our day to go out and make a positive 2 .
My girls shouted “McDonald’s, McDonald’s” as we 3 along a busy Houston road. Suddenly I 4 that almost every crossing I passed through was 5 by a panhandler（乞丐）. And then it hit me! All these panhandlers must be hungry, too. Perfect! After we ate, I ordered a(an) 6 fifteen lunches and we set out to deliver them. We would pull 7 a panhandler, make a contribution, and tell him or her that we hoped things got better. Then we’d say, “Oh, 8 … here’s lunch.”
We handed our final contribution to a small woman and then immediately 9 back in the opposite direction for home. 10 , the light caught us again and we were stopped at the same crossing where this small woman stood. I was 11 and didn’t know quite how to behave.
She made her way to our car, “No one has ever done 12 like this for me before,” she said with 13 . Feeling uneasy, and wanting to move the conversation along, I asked, “So, 14 do you think you’ll eat your lunch?”
She just looked at me with her huge, tried brown eyes and said, “Oh honey, I’m not going to eat this lunch.” I was 15 , but before I could say anything, she continued, “You see, I have a little girl and she 16 loves McDonald’s, but I don’t have money. But you know what… tonight she is going to have McDonald’s!”
I don’t know if the kids 17 the tears in my eyes. So many times I had questioned whether our acts of kindness were too 18 or insignificant to really effect change. 19 in that moment, I recognized the 20 of Mother Teresa’s words: “We cannot do great things – only small things with great love.”
1． A．tradition B．ceremony C．custom D．habit
2．A．decision B．choice C．contribution D．plan
3．A．walked B．ran C．wandered D．drove
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5．A．crowded B．occupied C．discovered D．laid
6．A．additional B．expensive C．cheap D．special
7．A．close B．together C．alongside D．throughout
8．A．in fact B．to tell the truth C．generally speaking D．by the way
9．A．faced B．headed C．took D．looked
10．A．Unfortunately B．Luckily C．Unexpectedly D．Hopefully
11．A．excited B．embarrassed C．frightened D．annoyed
12．A．something B．everything C．anything D．nothing
13．A．amazement B．fear C．sorrow D．amusement
14．A．what B．how C．where D．when
15．A．shocked B．confused C．pleased D．worried
16．A．really B．even C．just D．never
17．A．watched B．felt C．noticed D．recognized
18．A．many B．small C．big D．simple
19．A．Therefore B．Although C．Meanwhile D．Yet
20．A．promise B．oath C．truth D．spirit
Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.
I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.
There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.
A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.
Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.
I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”
He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.
I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.
When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.
I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.
“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.
At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!
“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.
Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.
Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.
No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.
1.The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.
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A．answer some questions |
B．express some unusual feelings |
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C．arouse the readers’ curiosity |
D．give some advice in advance |
2.What do we know about the author and the man sitting next to him?
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A．They talked with each other all night |
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B．They got angry about the window |
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C．The author didn’t understand the man’s words |
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D．The author didn’t like the man’s foolish questions |
3.On this journey on The Flying Bluebird, the author felt uncomfortable because ___________.
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A．he couldn’t find a seat by the window |
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B．he was angry with the man sitting next to him |
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C．there were too many people on the train |
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D．the window was kept shut all night |
4.It can be learned from Para. 10 that the author was afraid that ____________.
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A．he would have to spend another sleepless night on the train |
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B．he would miss the ship that went where he worked |
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C．more people might crowd into the train |
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D．he would have to buy another ticket |
5.The noise in the underlined sentence “a noise started above our heads”（Para.15）was made by __________.
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A．the angry passengers shouting at the top of their voices |
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B．the ship that was lying two miles away |
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C．the falling of boxes and suitcases to the floor |
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D．the train itself telling people that something was wrong |
6.What would be the best title for the text?
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A．A Bad Experience on the Train |
B．A Train that Is Never Late |
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C．A Quick and Wise Decision |
D．A Journey to Mendova |
Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.
I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.
There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.
A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.
Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.
I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”
He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.
I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.
When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.
I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.
“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.
At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!
“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.
Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.
Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.
No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.
1.The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.
|
A．answer some questions |
B．express some unusual feelings |
|
C．arouse the readers’ curiosity |
D．give some advice in advance |
2.What do we know about the author and the man sitting next to him?
|
A．They talked with each other all night |
|
B．They got angry about the window |
|
C．The author didn’t understand the man’s words |
|
D．The author didn’t like the man’s foolish questions |
3.On this journey on The Flying Bluebird, the author felt uncomfortable because ___________.
|
A．he couldn’t find a seat by the window |
|
B．he was angry with the man sitting next to him |
|
C．there were too many people on the train |
|
D．the window was kept shut all night |
4.It can be learned from Para. 10 that the author was afraid that ____________.
|
A．he would have to spend another sleepless night on the train |
|
B．he would miss the ship that went where he worked |
|
C．more people might crowd into the train |
|
D．he would have to buy another ticket |
5.The noise in the underlined sentence “a noise started above our heads”（Para.15）was made by __________.
|
A．the angry passengers shouting at the top of their voices |
|
B．the ship that was lying two miles away |
|
C．the falling of boxes and suitcases to the floor |
|
D．the train itself telling people that something was wrong |
6.What would be the best title for the text?
|
A．A Bad Experience on the Train |
B．A Train that Is Never Late |
|
C．A Quick and Wise Decision |
D．A Journey to Mendova |
I was eleven years old, waiting for my exam at Saraswati Vidyalaya, my school in Nagpur. “No. 12, please come forward.” Kirti, a very fat girl from my class, stepped ahead. I heard my classmates laughing and so I tried to stop them with my eyes. But my good intentions were mistaken. The next morning, my teacher, Mrs. Kamble, told me, “Ashwini, I’ve received a complaint about you.” I was shocked. The girl I was protecting thought I’d been laughing at her.
I tried to explain but the teacher refused to hear me out. She punished me by making me stand by the door. I knew I was right. Such punishment to a class topper was simply unheard of. But, slowly, my pride disappeared. Instead of being angry, I understood the other students who have been punished at times. For the first time, I felt humbled (谦逊的).
Three years later, I was in the math class. Mr. Prabhuraman, wrote an equation (方程式) — one he’d taught us the day before — on the blackboard. “Anyone who doesn’t know how to solve this,” he said, “please leave the class at once.” I knew I could solve only the first two steps. But my pride made me stay there. Unfortunately, the one who was asked to solve it was me. I just stood there, chalk in hand, trying not to look foolish. I prepared myself for a good talking-to (斥责), but Mr. Prabhuraman told me kindly, “Go back to your seat.”
Today, two decades later, those incidents have made me think. One teacher punished me for something I didn’t do; the other forgave me for something I did wrong. Both experiences had an effect on me. They remind me that no matter what you accomplish (完成), you must always be humble.
【小题1】When the very fat girl appeared, Ashwini _____.
| A．took no notice of her | B．laughed at her |
| C．said hello to her | D．tried to stop others making fun of her |
| A．said nothing about it | B．was disappointed |
| C．felt very angry | D．tried to find out the truth |
| A．He felt it would make him lose face. |
| B．He could work out the equation. |
| C．His teacher believed in his ability. |
| D．His teacher never asked him any questions. |
| A．how to communicate with others |
| B．how to get along with teachers |
| C．the ways to protect others |
| D．the danger of pride |
I was eleven years old, waiting for my exam at Saraswati Vidyalaya, my school in Nagpur. “No. 12, please come forward.” Kirti, a very fat girl from my class, stepped ahead. I heard my classmates laughing and so I tried to stop them with my eyes. But my good intentions were mistaken. The next morning, my teacher, Mrs. Kamble, told me, “Ashwini, I’ve received a complaint about you.” I was shocked. The girl I was protecting thought I’d been laughing at her.
I tried to explain but the teacher refused to hear me out. She punished me by making me stand by the door. I knew I was right. Such punishment to a class topper was simply unheard of. But, slowly, my pride disappeared. Instead of being angry, I understood the other students who have been punished at times. For the first time, I felt humbled (谦逊的).
Three years later, I was in the math class. Mr. Prabhuraman, wrote an equation (方程式) — one he’d taught us the day before — on the blackboard. “Anyone who doesn’t know how to solve this,” he said, “please leave the class at once.” I knew I could solve only the first two steps. But my pride made me stay there. Unfortunately, the one who was asked to solve it was me. I just stood there, chalk in hand, trying not to look foolish. I prepared myself for a good talking-to (斥责), but Mr. Prabhuraman told me kindly, “Go back to your seat.”
Today, two decades later, those incidents have made me think. One teacher punished me for something I didn’t do; the other forgave me for something I did wrong. Both experiences had an effect on me. They remind me that no matter what you accomplish (完成), you must always be humble.
1.When the very fat girl appeared, Ashwini _____.
A．took no notice of her B．laughed at her
C．said hello to her D．tried to stop others making fun of her
2.After receiving a complaint, Mrs. Kamble _____.
A．said nothing about it B．was disappointed
C．felt very angry D．tried to find out the truth
3.Why did Ashwini refuse to leave the class?
A．He felt it would make him lose face.
B．He could work out the equation.
C．His teacher believed in his ability.
D．His teacher never asked him any questions.
4.The text is a story about _____.
A．how to communicate with others
B．how to get along with teachers
C．the ways to protect others
D．the danger of pride
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