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         It was eleven o'clock, and Mr. Sims had just asked the class to pay attention for the fiftieth time
    while he explained a math problem. Carson Webster was sitting over by the window trying to listen to
    the teacher, but his mind was not on the problem Mr. Sims was discussing. Carson's mind was on a
    little mouse named Millie that was busily moving around in his pocket. Millie was not very happy. At
    breakfast, she had climbed into Carson's pocket and gone to sleep while Carson ate two pieces of
    bread and read the newspaper. Carson had forgotten Millie was there until he was halfway in class.
    Now that Millie's morning sleep was over, she was ready to exercise. Luckily for Carson, Millie was
    in a pocket with a button, or he might be in serious trouble.
         "Carson?" Mr. Sims, who was usually rather strict with his students, was suddenly looking at Carson
    with his eyes wide open, rolling his stick in his hand. Carson had to pay attention.
         "Could you please repeat the question?" said Carson, feeling his pocket.
         "I asked if you would agree with the statement," said Mr. Sims pleasantly.
         "Well, I'm not really attentive at the moment," said Carson. "I think I would need to give it more
    consideration." Carson did not have the slightest idea as to what Mr. Sims was talking about. 
         "I see, "said Mr. Sims seriously, "Then I guess you're uncertain about whether the product of
    zero by any other number is always zero?"
         "Oh, I know that," said Carson, who could feel himself turning red as a couple of kids including Bob
    began to laugh. He knew his punishment would come soon. To his surprise, however, the teacher
    didn't seem angry.
         "I'm so glad, "said Mr. Sims, turning back to the blackboard. "Oh, and by the way, Carson,"he
    continued, "I think a cage would be a healthier place for your little friend. Would you agree with that
    statement?" Just at that time, Millie let out a weak but clear cry and stuck her head out of Carson's
    pocket.
         "Yes," Carson said with a smile, "I would totally agree with that statement!"

    1. Which of the following is NOT a person's name?
    A. Carson.    
    B. Sims.    
    C. Millie.    
    D. Bob
    2. Which of the following statements is true according to the story?
    A. Bob was not the only student who laughed at Carson.
    B. The little mouse escaped from Carson’s pocket in class.
    C. Mr. Sims was too anxious to satisfy his students in class.
    D. When Carson was in class, Millie was fast asleep in his pocket.
    3. What do you think of Mr. Sims after reading the story?
    A. He always gave his students punishment when they made trouble.
    B. He was a teacher who was not only strict but also humorous.
    C. He liked to ask his students to repeat what he said in class.
    D. He was a teacher who was always kind to his students.

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         It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for "Six days shall you labor and do all your work"
    was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood.
    Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
    Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites.Now, even at the risk of having
    Brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there
    was no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.
         My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she
    cast a look toward the window. "Come on, girls! Let's take string to the boys and watch them fly the
    kites a minute."
         On the way we met Mrs. Patrick, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together
    with her girls.
         There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys' kites and
    they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orangecolored spots of the kites. Now
    and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally
    bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.
         Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like
    schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children
    forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. "Perhaps it's like this in the kingdom of heaven," I
    thought confusedly.
         It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the houses. I suppose we had some sort
    of supper. I suppose there must have been a surface tidyingup, for the house on Sunday looked clean
    and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn't mention that day afterward. I felt a little
    embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that
    deepest part of me where we keep "the things that cannot be and yet they are".
         The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get
    some work out of the way while my threeyearold insistently cried her desire to "go park, see duck."
         "I can't go!" I said. "I have this and this to do, and when I'm through I'll be too tired to walk that far."
         My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling."It's a wonderful day,"she
    offered, "really warm, yet there's a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?"
         I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of
    memories. "Come on," I told my little girl. "You're right, it's too good a day to miss."
         Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath (余波)of a great war. All evening we had been
    asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He
    had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of-what dark and
    horrible things?
          "Say!" A smile slipped out from his lips."Do you remember -no, of course you wouldn't. It probably
    didn't make the impression on you as it did on me."
         I hardly dared speak."Remember what?"
         "I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren't too good. Do you
    remember the day we flew the kites?"
    1. Mrs.Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought ________.
    A. she was too old to fly kites
    B. her husband would make fun of her
    C. she should have been doing her housework then
    D. her girls weren't supposed to play the boy's game
    2. By "we were all beside ourselves",  the writer means that they all ________.
    A. felt confused  
    B. went wild with joy
    C. looked on  
    D. forgot their fights
    3. What did the writer think after the kiteflying?
    A. The boys must have had more fun than the girls.
    B. They should have finished their work before playing.
    C. Her parents should spend more time with them.
    D. All the others must have forgotten that day.
    4. Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?
    A. She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother.
    B. She was reminded of the day they flew kites.
    C. She had finished her work in the kitchen.
    D. She thought it was a great day to play outside.

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         It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for "Six days shall you labor and all your work" was taken
    seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own
    houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
         Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having Brother
    caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string (线). It seemed there was no limit to
    the heights to which kites would fly today.
         My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she cast a
    look toward the window. "Come on, girls! Let's take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute."
         On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her
    girls.
         There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys' kites and they
    went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then
    we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to
    earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.
         Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls.
    I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday
    fights and little jealousies. "Perhaps it's like this in the kingdom of heaven," I thought confusedly.
         It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of
    supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly
    enough. The strange thing was, we didn't mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none
    of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep "the
    things that cannot be and yet they are."
         The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some
    work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to "go park, see duck."
         "I can't go!" I said. "I have this and this to do, and when I'm through I'll be too tired to walk that far."
         My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. "It's a wonderful day," she
    offered,"really warm, yet there's a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?"
         I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories.
    "Come on," I told my little girl. "You're right, it's too good a day to miss."
         Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath (余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking
    our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely,
    but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of-what dark and horrible things?
         "Say!" A smile sipped out from his lips. "Do you remember-no, of course you wouldn't. It probably didn't
    make the impression on you as it did on me."
         I hardly dared speak. "Remember what?"
         "I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren't too good. Do you remember
    the day we flew the kites?"
    1. Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought _____.
    A. she was too old to fly kites
    B. her husband would make fun of her
    C. she should have been doing her how
    D. supposed to the don't game
    2. By "we were all beside ourselves" writer means that they all _____.
    A. felt confused
    B. went wild with joy
    C. looked on
    D. forgot their fights
    3. What did they think after the kite-flying?
    A. The boys must have had more fun than the girls.
    B. They should have finished their work before playing.
    C. Her parents should spend more time with them.
    D. All the others must have forgotten that day.
    4. Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?
    A. She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother.
    B. She was reminded of the day they flew kites.
    C. She had finished her work in the kitchen.
    D. She thought it was a great day to play outside.
    5. The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that _____.
    A. the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories
    B. his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life
    C. childhood friendship means so much to the writer
    D. people like him really changed a lot after the war

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    　　It was Satuday．As always, it was the one, for “Six days, shall you labar and all your work”was taken senously back then, Outside, Father and Mr．Patnce ncxt door were bxsy conny tcood lnside the wiel users Mother ane Mrs．Patrick were enpted in seeng cleaning

    　　Somehow the boy s had shipped away to the back lot with their kites．Now, evet at the reis of having Brother caught to beat carpets．they had sent him to the kitchen tox exsre xding, sccmed there was no limt to the heights to which kites would fly today

    　　My mothe looked at the sitting room, its furndign disordered for a tborough sweeting．Again she cast a look toward the window “Come on, girls! Let's take sing to the beer and theem a tutue”

    　　On the way we met Mrs．Patrick, Ianghing guiltily as if she wrig doing woeig wrong

    　　The never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our frsh string into the boys' kites up higher and higher, We could hardly distingwish the orang-coloced sports of the kites Now and then we slowly pullked one kite back, watching it dancing upo and down in the wind and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending yt up again

    　　Even out fathers dropped their tools and joined us．Out mothers look their turn, laughing like schoolgirls Ithink we were all beside ourselves Parents forgx their daty and their dignity; children for everyday fights and little jealousies．"Perhaps it's like this in the some of heafer,"I thought confusedly．

    　　It we growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housew．Isuppose we had some chean and orderly enough．The strange thing was, we didn't mention that ady afterward Ifelt a little embarrasse．Surely none of the of the others had been as exceted as I Ikxked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are”

    　　The years went on, then one day Iwas hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old, sisrently cried her desire to go park, see duck

    　　“I can't go!”I said．”“I have this angt and when I'm through I'll be too rired to walk that far

    　　My mother, who was visiting us, go up from the peas she was shelling It's a wllderful day, she offered, really warm, yet there's a fine breeu．Do you remimber that day we flew kites?

    　　I stoppoed in my dash between store and sink．The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memorese Come on, I told my little girl You're right, it's too good d day to miss．

    　　Another decade passed, We were in the aftennath(余波)of a great war, All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisone war, He has ked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent, What was he thinking of-what dark and horrible things?

    　　"Sany!"A smile shpped out frow his jips．"Do you remem-no, of course you wouldn't make the impression on you as it did on me．”

    　　I hardly dared speak,”Remrmber what?

    　　“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camo(战俘营)，when things weren's too good, DO you remember the we flew the kites?

    (1)

    mrs．patnck was laughing gultily because she thought ________

    [　　]

    A．

    she was too old to fly kites

    B．

    her husband would make fun of her

    C．

    she shoule have been doing her how

    D．

    supposed to the don't game

    (2)

    by “we were all beside ourselves writer means that they all ________

    [　　]

    A．

    felt confused

    B．

    went wild with joy

    C．

    looked on

    D．

    forfot their fights

    (3)

    what did the think atfer the kite flying?

    [　　]

    A．

    boys must hace had nore fun than the firls

    B．

    shoule have finished their work before playing

    C．

    her parents should spend more time with them

    D．

    all the others must have forgotten that day

    (4)

    why did the writer finally agree to jtake her little girl for an outing?

    [　　]

    A．

    she suddenluy renmenbered ther duty as mother

    B．

    she was reminded of the day thety felw kits

    C．

    she ha dfinished her

    D．

    she thought it was a

    (5)

    the youngest patrick boy iss mentioned to show that ________

    [　　]

    A．

    the write was not alone in treasuring her fond menories h

    B．

    his expenience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life

    C．

    childhood friend\ship means so much to the writer

    D．

    people like him really changed a lot after the war

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    　　It was the first night of Chanukah(光明节)and the night before Ellie' s last final examination．As a freshman she was more than ready to go home for the first time since August．She' d packed every thing she needed to take home except the 8 candles that are lit every night of Chanukah．Ellie had been so tempted to pack the menorah(烛台)earlier and "pass over" the first night' s lighting．However, Ellie ended up lighting the candles, said the blessings, placed the menorah on her window and spent the rest of the evening in her room studying．

    　　Ellie’s first winter holiday was uneventful, and when she returned to her dormitory on the day before classes started she was surprised to find a small note on her door．"Thank you," the note said．It was signed "Susan．" It was dated the day that Ellie had left after finals．Ellie was totally confused．She didn't know a Susan．Believing that the letter had been delivered to her by mistake, Ellie put the note on her desk and forgot about it．

    　　About half an hour before she was getting ready to head out for dinner, there was a knock at Ellie s door．There, standing in the hall was a woman Ellie didn't recognize．"I'm Susan," she said．I wanted to thank you in person but you' d already left before I finished my finals．

    　　"Are you sure it's me you' re looking for?" asked Ellie．Susan asked if she could come in and explain．

    　　It seemed that Susan had been facing the same dilemma that Ellie had been that first night of Chanukah．She really didn't want to light her candles either．Not because she was packing or was heading home, but because her older sister Hannah had been killed by a drunk driver ten months earlier, and this was the first year that she' d have to light the candles alone．The sisters had always taken turns lighting the first candle and this wasn't Susan' s year．She just couldn't bring herself to take her sister's place, it was just too painful to even think about Chanukah without Hannah and she had decided to pass over the entire holiday．

    　　Susan said that she had just finished studying and was closing her window when she happened to glance across the courtyard and saw the candles shining in Ellie’s window．"I started to cry．It was if Hannah had taken her turn and put the candles in your window for me to see．" All Susan had to do was close her eyes and remember the candles in the window, the ones that Hannah had lit the last time it was her turn．

    (1)

    On the first night of Chanukah, Ellie ________．

    [　　]

    A．

    was anxious to go home

    B．

    was busy with the festival

    C．

    was upset about the coming exam

    D．

    was glad to light candles for Susan

    (2)

    Ellie found the thank-you note ________．

    [　　]

    A．

    which was sent to her by post

    B．

    which was delivered to her by mistake

    C．

    when she returned to her school

    D．

    after she learnt her friend's sad story

    (3)

    Susan didn’t light the" candles on the night of Chanukah because ________．

    [　　]

    A．

    it was unnecessary for her

    B．

    she was too painful to do it

    C．

    it was her sister' s turn to do it

    D．

    she was very busy with her study

    (4)

    Which would be the best tide for the passage?

    [　　]

    A．

    Light in the Window．

    B．

    Who to Light the Candles?

    C．

    A Strange Thank-You Note．

    D．

    On the Night of Chanukah．

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