My son. The phrase felt difficult and strange the first time I said it, and I had to practice it a thousand times. I started saying the words to myself the day when the ultrasound told me we were having a baby.
Finally, my son was born.
The nurse came out of the delivery room, holding a tiny, howling human being wrapped in a white sheet, his small hands and delicate fingers shaking nervously. “Baby Sanchez?” she asked, looking at the room full of expectant fathers.
I stood up, holding my breath. She showed me my baby. “My son,” I whispered. The little guy screamed, “waaaaaaaaaah.”
But in my heart I heard him cry out, “Daaaaaaad!” I don’t care if everyone in the room will swear they didn’t hear my baby say that. I called him, “My son,” and he called me “Dad,” and that’s that.
People ask me, “What did you feel at that moment?” I can’t even begin to answer. I’m a writer yet I try hard to find the right words. Joyful isn’t powerful enough. Bliss(狂喜) is not sweet enough. Peaceful isn’t calm enough. Happy isn’t tense enough.
After my son was taken away to the nursery, I sat down and shut my eyes. But tears escaped them away. Then out of the blue, my 80-year-old father entered, and we embraced.
“Dad,” I whispered.
“My son,” my heart heard him saying.
Suddenly the past 33 years folded into the present and I was now the baby bundled in white, with my father standing over me.
“My son,” I imagined him saying.
“Daaaaaaaaaad!” I cried my little lungs out.
At that point, I knew I was going to be a great father. The old man in front of me seemed to agree. He smiled and we walked out of the room in search of the tiny human being that would change our lives for ever.

1. 1.

   Which of the following statement is TRUE according to the passage?

   1. A.
      His son called him “Dad” when the writer called him “My son”.
   2. B.
      All the people didn’t hear the baby say except the writer.
   3. C.
      Sanchez is the writer’s family name.
   4. D.
      The baby was taken away because the nurse found there was a mistake.
2. 2.

   The author couldn’t tell how he felt at the moment because ________.

   1. A.
      he was a writer
   2. B.
      he was too excited
   3. C.
      he was too nervous
   4. D.
      it’s a feeling too complex to express
3. 3.

   We can learn the following from the passage EXCEPT that ________.

   1. A.
      the author got his first baby
   2. B.
      he probably had a lung disease
   3. C.
      the author didn’t really hear “Daaaaad” from his baby
   4. D.
      the baby would change the author’s life
4. 4.

   Why was the writer sure he was going to be a great father?

   1. A.
      Because his son is so gifted.
   2. B.
      Because he had much experience in bringing up children.
   3. C.
      Because his father promised to help him.
   4. D.
      Because his father had already set him a good example.

My son. The phrase felt difficult and strange the first time I said it, and I had to practice it a thousand times． I started saying the words to myself the day when the ultrasound told me we were having a baby．

Finally, my son was born.

The nurse came out of the delivery room, holding a tiny, howling human being wrapped in a white sheet, his small hands and delicate fingers shaking nervously. “Baby Sanchez?” she asked, looking at the room full of expectant fathers.

I stood up, holding my breath． She showed me my baby． “My son,” I whispered. The little guy screamed, “waaaaaaaaaah.”

But in my heart I heard him cry out, “Daaaaaaad!” I don’t care if everyone in the room will swear they didn’t hear my baby say that. I called him, “My son,” and he called me “Dad,” and that’s that.

People ask me, “What did you feel at that moment?” I can’t even begin to answer. I’m a writer yet I try hard to find the right words. Joyful isn’t powerful enough. Bliss(狂喜) is not sweet enough. Peaceful isn’t calm enough. Happy isn’t tense enough.

After my son was taken away to the nursery, I sat down and shut my eyes. But tears escaped them away. Then out of the blue, my 80-year-old father entered, and we embraced.

“Dad,” I whispered.

“My son,” my heart heard him saying.

Suddenly the past 33 years folded into the present and I was now the baby bundled in white, with my father standing over me.

“My son,” I imagined him saying.

“Daaaaaaaaaad!” I cried my little lungs out.

At that point, I knew I was going to be a great father. The old man in front of me seemed to agree. He smiled and we walked out of the room in search of the tiny human being that would change our lives for ever.

1.Which of the following statement is TRUE according to the passage?

2.The author couldn’t tell how he felt at the moment because ________．

3.We can learn the following from the passage EXCEPT that ________．

4.Why was the writer sure he was going to be a great father?

My son. The phrase felt difficult and strange the first time I said it, and I had to practice it a thousand times． I started saying the words to myself the day when the ultrasound told me we were having a baby．
Finally, my son was born.
The nurse came out of the delivery room, holding a tiny, howling human being wrapped in a white sheet, his small hands and delicate fingers shaking nervously. “Baby Sanchez?” she asked, looking at the room full of expectant fathers.
I stood up, holding my breath． She showed me my baby． “My son,” I whispered. The little guy screamed, “waaaaaaaaaah.”
But in my heart I heard him cry out, “Daaaaaaad!” I don’t care if everyone in the room will swear they didn’t hear my baby say that. I called him, “My son,” and he called me “Dad,” and that’s that.
People ask me, “What did you feel at that moment?” I can’t even begin to answer. I’m a writer yet I try hard to find the right words. Joyful isn’t powerful enough. Bliss(狂喜) is not sweet enough. Peaceful isn’t calm enough. Happy isn’t tense enough.
After my son was taken away to the nursery, I sat down and shut my eyes. But tears escaped them away. Then out of the blue, my 80-year-old father entered, and we embraced.
“Dad,” I whispered.
“My son,” my heart heard him saying.
Suddenly the past 33 years folded into the present and I was now the baby bundled in white, with my father standing over me.
“My son,” I imagined him saying.
“Daaaaaaaaaad!” I cried my little lungs out.
At that point, I knew I was going to be a great father. The old man in front of me seemed to agree. He smiled and we walked out of the room in search of the tiny human being that would change our lives for ever.
【小题1】Which of the following statement is TRUE according to the passage?

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　　Professor Barrow's house, big and untidy, stood alone at one end of a huge garden. The place was totally uncared for, quite wild and overgrown with all sorts of useless things. I fought my way through bushes and tall weeds to the front door and rang the bell.

　　I was glad that I had found him. In twenty minutes he put me right on all the points that had puzzled me. As I got ready to leave, I looked out d his study window and said,“You're very fond of gardening, I see,”

　　“No, I'm not,”he said.“But even so, I love this garden. It's as I always wanted it to be. I never touch it at all.”

　　“It could be made lovely. It seems a pity to let all this ground go to waste. But perhaps you don't see it that way?”

　　“I don't. I lived here when I was a child, and I had more than enough of gardening then. It was my father's hobby, you see. Unfortunately, he wasn't fit enough to do it himself. My brother and I did all of it between us—with a spade (铁锹) and a fork, year after year. There was one right way and many wrong ways. Each blade of grass was an enemy to be rooted out by hand, not just cut off. I've spent a good part of life at work here.”

　　“I see. You took a dislike to it, and now you're getting even (平衡的)!”

　　“I disliked it. That's putting it mildly (说得婉转些). Then, of course, I didn't understand the effect it had. It used to worry me. It appeared in my dreams—a mistake here, something not quite straight there, the enemy showing its head in a place I was supposed to have cleaned. The work was too much. It seemed endless. The size of the place was itself a fight to a boy.”

　　“And now it's yours, you're just letting it go to…”

　　“Ruin?”he said.“No, I don't agree with that. This garden and I are now the best friends. I like watching it grow in its own way. I make no demands on it. I never interfere with (干扰) it, and it never interferes with me. It has freedom at last, and so have I.”

　　“But the path is overgrown. It's inconvenient for you, isn't it?”

　　“That's part of my pleasure,”he laughed.“You can go out the backway. The weeds are shorter there because they don't get the sun.”

1．How did the professor feel about gardening when he was a child?

[　　]

A．He liked his father's wild, overgrown garden.

B．He was glad to be able to help his sick father.

C．He was beginning to dislike it.

D．He just hated it.

2．Which of the following is true according to the passage?

[　　]

A．The professor never worked in the garden at all now.

B．The writer thought of the path as part of his pleasure.

C．Barrow and his brother had to take root in the garden.

D．The professor and the writer talked about gardening for 20 minutes.

3．At night young Barrow used to dream that ________.

[　　]

A．he let the garden grow in its own way

B．the garden grew too large for him

C．he had done some work in one of the many wrong ways

D．enemies appeared suddenly in the garden and cut off their grass

4．In what way did the garden have“freedom at last”?

A．The main way was through friendship with Barrow.

B．There was no one to control how it grew.

C．Barrow was free to do what he liked with the garden.

D．Only the front garden, where the sun shone, was free.

　　Paul and I live in the same building．His room is on the sixth floor but mine is on the fifth．He is very careless and sometimes he gets into trouble．

　　Last Friday afternoon the young man and his friends went to spend the weekend on a wild island．They could swim， fish， play the guitar（吉他） and sleep in the quiet place at night．They enjoyed themselves there．On the third morning they decided to get back to the land．But their boat hit a rock and soon went down．With the villagers' help， they swam to the bank．Luckily none of them was hurt．They took a taxi and half an hour later they arrived at our town，but it was two in the night．The young man was hungry and thirsty．He wished to get home as soon as possible．Since something was wrong with the lift，he had to go up the stairs（楼梯）．He stopped by my door and brought out a key．Of course he could not open the door．Half an hour passed but failed．He became angry and shouted，“I'll cut you down with a knife．”

The noise woke me up and I opened the door．I understood at once what was happening and said，“You're trying to open a wrong door，Paul！”

　　“Sorry，I can't agree with you．Charlie！” said the young man．“It's my room．You've entered it by mistake！”

1．Paul and his friends enjoyed themselves on the island because________．

A．it was very quiet there

B．there were many fish there

C．they could forget all the trouble

D．they could do what they wanted

2．Paul couldn't open the door because________．

A．it wasn't his room

B．he couldn't find the right key

C．he didn't find the keyhole

D．he was too hungry to do it

3．Which of the following is wrong？

A．Paul thought he did right．

B．Paul didn't think he did right．

C．Paul stopped by a door on the fifth floor．

D．Paul thought he had reached the sixth floor．

4．What can we learn from the passage?

A．Never take a wrong key．

B．Be careful when going out．

C．More haste，less speed．

D．Be friendly to your neighbours．