I’m seventeen. I had worked as a box boy at a supermarket in Los Angeles. People came to the counter (柜台) and you put things in their bags for them. And carried things to their cars . It was hard work.

While working, you wear a plate with your name on it. I once met someone I knew years ago. I remembered his name and said, “Mr Castle, how are you?” We talked about this and that. As he left, he said, “It was nice talking to you, Brett.” I felt great, he remembered me. Then I looked down at my name plate. Oh, no. He didn’t remember me at all, he just read the name plate. I wish I had put “Irving” down on my name plate. If he’d have said, “Oh yes, Irving, how could I forget you?” I’d have been ready for him. There’s nothing personal here.

The manager and everyone else who were a step above the box boys often shouted orders. One of these was: you couldn’t accept tips. Okay, I’m outside and I put the bags in the car. For a lot of people, the natural reaction (反应) is to take a quarter and give it to me. I’d say, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” They’d get angry. When you give someone a tip, you’re sort of being polite. You take a quarter and you put it in their hand and you expect them to say, “Oh, thanks a lot.” When you say, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” they feel a little put down. They say, “No one will know.” And they put it in your pocket. You say, “I really can’t.” It gets to a point where you almost have to hurt a person physically (身体上) to prevent him from tipping you. It was not in agreement with the store’s belief in being friendly. Accepting tips was a friendly thing and made the customer feel good. I just couldn’t understand the strangeness of some people’s ideas. One lady actually put it in my pocket, got in the car, and drove away. I would have had to throw the quarter at her or eaten it or something.

I had decided that one year was enough. Some people needed the job to stay alive and fed. I guess I had the means and could afford to hate it and give it up.

1．What can be the best title for this text?

A. How Hard Life Is for Box Boys                            B. Getting along with Customers

C. Why I Gave up My Job                                D. The Art of Taking Tips

2．From the second paragraph, we can infer (推断) that ________.

A. the writer didn’t like the impersonal part of his job

B. with a name plate, people can easily start talking

C. Mr Castle mistook Irving for Brett

D. Irving was the writer’s real name

3．The box boy refused to accept tips because ________.

A. customers only gave small tips

B. some customers had strange ideas about tipping

C. the store didn’t allow the box boys to take tips

D. he didn’t want to fight with the customers

4．The underlined phrase “put down” in the third paragraph probably means ________.

A. misunderstood          B. defeated                   C. hateful                            D. hurt

A handsome middle??aged man walked quietly into the cafe and sat down. Before he ordered，he couldn’t help but notice a group of younger men at the table next to him. It was obvious they were making fun of something about him and it wasn’t until he remembered he was wearing a small pink ribbon(丝带) on the lapel of his suit that he became aware of what the joke was all about.

The man pretended not to notice it，but the whisper and laughter began to get to him. He looked one of the rude young men straight into the eye，placed his hand beneath the ribbon and asked，“This？”

With that the young men all began to laugh out loud. The man he spoke to said，“Hey，sorry，man, but we were just commenting on how pretty your little pink ribbon looks against your blue jacket！”

The middle??aged man calmly invited the joker to come over to his table, and politely seated him. As uncomfortable as he was, the young guy had to, not really sure why. In a soft voice，the middle??aged man said, “I wear this ribbon to bring awareness about breast cancer. I wear it in my mother’s honor.”

“Oh, sorry. She died of breast cancer？”

“No, she didn’t. She’s alive and well. But her breasts nourished me as a baby，and were a soft resting place for my head when I was scared or lonely as a little boy. I’m very grateful for my mother’s breasts, and her health.”

“Umm,” the young replied “yeah.”

“And I wear this ribbon to honor my wife” the man continued.

“And she’s okay, too？”the young guy asked.

“Oh, yes. She’s fine. Her breasts have been a great source of loving pleasure for both of us，and with them she nurtured and nourished our daughter 23 years ago. I’m grateful for my wife’s breasts，and her health.”

“Uh, huh. And I guess you wear it to honor your daughter, also？”

“No. It’s too late to honor my daughter by wearing it now...”

Shaken and ashamed，the young guy said, “Oh, I’m so sorry，mister.”

“So, in my daughter’s memory, too, I proudly wear this little ribbon, which allows me the opportunity to enlighten others. And here...”With this，he reached in his pocket and handed the young man a little pink ribbon. The young guy looked at it, slowly raised his head and asked, “...？”

The young men joked about the middle??aged man’s________.

A．looks       B．ribbon      C．attitude     D．clothes

What may have happened to the man’s daughter?

A．She died of breast cancer.                 B．She was ill with cancer.

C．She had gone abroad.                     D．She got married.

What will the young man probably ask at the end of the story?

A．May I give it to my mother?            B．Can you help me put it on?

C．Will you please forgive me?             D．Shall we have some drink together?

What is the best title for the passage?

A．An Unusual Meeting                B. An Impressive Lesson

C．Be Grateful to Your Beloved     D. A little Pink Ribbon

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　　During the dust-blown thirties, everyone fell on hard times. The year 1 10, we drew names at our little school to see whom we'd 2 Christmas gifts with. I picked Helen's name. Helen was a new girl. Her family 3 in a house someone had deserted.

　　Every day Helen wore the 4 brown dress to school, some of the neighbors whispered that Helen's daddy was 5 , and that he drank. Some didn't 6 want their kids to be friends with Helen.

　　One day in December I said to Mom,“Wouldn't it be nice to get Helen a 7 for Christmas?”Mom agreed, 8 I could see from her expression that there was no extra money for material. She had bought the material for me and my sisters and our dresses were almost 9 “There must be a way,”I 10 . Mom hugged me.“I wish there was a way,”she said.

　　The next morning Mom called me into the kitchen.“I have a(an) 11 ,”she said.“You and Helen are the same 12 . If you gave her your new red dress, I could fix you up the wool plaid（格子花呢）one that your cousin Esther sent.”I got a special feeling in my stomach. Give Helen my new dress? 13 I could respond, Mom said quickly,“I'll go ahead and fix the plaid dress and you can give her that, so she will have a 14 dress to wear for Christmas.”

　　“Give the red dress to Helen,”I said.“I want her to have it.” “Are you 15 ?” “I am sure. Absolutely.”When Helen came into the room Mom handed her the new red dress. A look of 16 filled Helen's face. She hugged Mom. Helen took it and 17 it in front of her.“Thank you, thank you, thank--”she said to me.“I'm so 18 .”I was feeling happy, too. Helen moved away shortly after that and I never 19 her again. Me, the plaid dress became one of my 20 . 

　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　

(1) A．got	B．turned	C．changed	D．became
(2) A．gave	B．bought	C．showed	D．exchange
(3) A．stayed	B．remained	C．lived	D．worked
(4) A．same	B．dirty	C．new	D．beautiful
(5) A．cruel	B．lazy	C．rude	D．diligent
(6) A．still	B．yet	C．ever	D．even
(7) A．dress	B．gift	C．favour	D．meal
(8) A．so	B．and	C．but	D．therefore
(9) A．worn	B．finished	C．given	D．taken
(10) A．suggested		B．required
C．requested		D．insisted
(11) A．idea	B．hope	C．way	D．word
(12) A．length	B．age	C．size	D．body
(13) A．when	B．Before	C．As	D．After
(14) A．red	B．suitable	C．lovely	D．different
(15) A．sure	B．willing	C．convenient	D．joking
(16) A．astonishment		B．satisfaction
C．wonder		D．happiness
(17) A．seized	B．held	C．caught	D．brought
(18) A．shocked	B．frightened	C．sorry	D．happy
(19) A．saw	B．liked	C．heard	D．helped
(20) A．experiences		B．treasures
C．favorites		D．moments

 

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　　During the dust-blown thirties, everyone fell on hard times. The year 1 10, we drew names at our little school to see whom we'd 2 Christmas gifts with. I picked Helen's name. Helen was a new girl. Her family 3 in a house someone had deserted.

　　Every day Helen wore the 4 brown dress to school, some of the neighbors whispered that Helen's daddy was 5 , and that he drank. Some didn't 6 want their kids to be friends with Helen.

　　One day in December I said to Mom,“Wouldn't it be nice to get Helen a 7 for Christmas?”Mom agreed, 8 I could see from her expression that there was no extra money for material. She had bought the material for me and my sisters and our dresses were almost 9 “There must be a way,”I 10 . Mom hugged me.“I wish there was a way,”she said.

　　The next morning Mom called me into the kitchen.“I have a(an) 11 ,”she said.“You and Helen are the same 12 . If you gave her your new red dress, I could fix you up the wool plaid（格子花呢）one that your cousin Esther sent.”I got a special feeling in my stomach. Give Helen my new dress? 13 I could respond, Mom said quickly,“I'll go ahead and fix the plaid dress and you can give her that, so she will have a 14 dress to wear for Christmas.”

　　“Give the red dress to Helen,”I said.“I want her to have it.” “Are you 15 ?” “I am sure. Absolutely.”When Helen came into the room Mom handed her the new red dress. A look of 16 filled Helen's face. She hugged Mom. Helen took it and 17 it in front of her.“Thank you, thank you, thank--”she said to me.“I'm so 18 .”I was feeling happy, too. Helen moved away shortly after that and I never 19 her again. Me, the plaid dress became one of my 20 . 

　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　

(1) A．got	B．turned	C．changed	D．became
(2) A．gave	B．bought	C．showed	D．exchange
(3) A．stayed	B．remained	C．lived	D．worked
(4) A．same	B．dirty	C．new	D．beautiful
(5) A．cruel	B．lazy	C．rude	D．diligent
(6) A．still	B．yet	C．ever	D．even
(7) A．dress	B．gift	C．favour	D．meal
(8) A．so	B．and	C．but	D．therefore
(9) A．worn	B．finished	C．given	D．taken
(10) A．suggested		B．required
C．requested		D．insisted
(11) A．idea	B．hope	C．way	D．word
(12) A．length	B．age	C．size	D．body
(13) A．when	B．Before	C．As	D．After
(14) A．red	B．suitable	C．lovely	D．different
(15) A．sure	B．willing	C．convenient	D．joking
(16) A．astonishment		B．satisfaction
C．wonder		D．happiness
(17) A．seized	B．held	C．caught	D．brought
(18) A．shocked	B．frightened	C．sorry	D．happy
(19) A．saw	B．liked	C．heard	D．helped
(20) A．experiences		B．treasures
C．favorites		D．moments

 

I’m seventeen．I had worked as a box boy at a supermarket in Los Angeles．People came to the counter and you put things in their bags for them．And carried things to their cars．It was hard work．

       While working, you wear a plate with your name on it．I once met someone I knew years ago．I remembered his name and said,“Mr. Castle, how are you?”We talked about this and that．As he left, he said,“I t was nice talking to you, Brett．”I felt great, he remembered me．Then I looked down at my name plate．Oh no．He didn’t remember me at all, he just read the name plate．I wish I had put“Irving”down on my name plate．If he’d have said,“Oh yes, Irving, how could I forget you?”I’d have been ready for him．There’s nothing personal here．

       The manager and everyone else who were a step above the box boys often shouted orders．One of these was：you couldn’t accept tips（小费）．Okay, I’m outside and I put the bags in the car．For a lot of people, the natural reaction（反应）is to take a quarter and give it me．I’d say,“I’m sorry, I can’t”They’d get angry． When you give someone a tip, you’re sort of being polite．You take a quarter and you put it in their hand and you expect them to say,“Oh, thanks a lot．”When you say,“I’m sorry, I can’t”they feel a little put down． They say,“No one will know．”And they put it in your pocket．You say,“I really can’t”It gets to a point where you almost have to hurt a person physically（身体上）to prevent him from tipping you．It was not in agreement with the store’s belief in being friendly．Accepting tips was a friendly thing and made the customer feel good．I just couldn’t understand the strangeness of some people’s ideas．One lady actually put it in my pocket, got in the car, and drove away．I would have had to throw the quarter at her or eaten it or something．

       I had decided that one year was enough．Some people needed the job to stay alive and fed．I guess I had the means and could afford to hate it and give it up．

1．What can be the best title for this text?

       A．How Hard Life is for Box Boys           B．Getting along with Customers

       C．Why I Gave up My Job                      D．The Art of Taking Tips

2．From the second paragraph, we can infer that________．

A．the writer didn’t like the impersonal part of his job

B．with a name plate, people can easily start talking

C．Mr. Castle mistook Irving for Brett

D．Irving was the writer’s real name

3．The box boy refused to accept tips because_______．

A．customers only gave small tips

B．some customers had strange ideas about tipping

C．the store didn’t allow the box boys to take tips

D．he didn’t want to fight with the customers

4．The underlined phrase“put down”in the third paragraph probably means_______．

       A．misunderstood        B．defeated   C．hateful   D．hurt