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Basil Hayward was a successful artist. He had nearly finished a picture of a very handsome young man called Dorian Gray. One day a friend of his, Lord Henry Wotton, saw the picture and wanted to meet this young man. A few days later, Lord Henry and Dorian Gray met at Basil’s house.
“Ah, how lucky you are to be so young,” said Lord Henry to Dorian. “But time is your enemy.”
“I wish I could always stay young and the picture could grow old. Oh, Basil, why should it stay young while I grow old? I wish the picture could change and I could stay as I am.” Dorian was beginning to fall in love with his own picture.
A few weeks later, Dorian told Lord Henry that he was in love with a young beautiful actress, called Sybil Vane, who had a brother serving as a sailor.
One night, Dorian took his friends to see Sybil acting as Juliet in Romeo and Juliet. She acted badly, which made Dorian very angry with her. “But how can I pretend to be Juliet since I know what real love is?” she said. Dorian said that he had loved her because she was a good actress. Now he didn’t love her any more and so he left her.
When he got back home, Dorian looked at his picture again. Somehow it was different. The face in the picture now had a cruel smile. He realized that he had been cruel to Sybil and would see her and make up for what he had done. But the next day, Lord Henry told him that Sybil had killed herself. When Lord Henry left, Dorian looked at the picture and found the face in the picture would become ugly, old and cruel.
The years went by, but Dorian Gray stayed young and handsome. He enjoyed all the pleasures in his life. However, his picture changed and showed all the terrible secrets of his life. On Dorian’s thirty-eighth birthday, Basil Hayward came to see him. He was horrified when he saw the face in the picture and told Dorian to change his life. Suddenly, Dorian became very angry and took a knife and killed Basil.
A week later, Dorian was in the country staying with some friends when he realized that the sailor, Sybil’s brother, was following him. The next day he went out walking with some of his friends who were shooting. His friend shot at an animal and there was a cry of a man. He killed the sailor. Dorian decided to change his life.
“Maybe if I have a better life, the face in the picture will not be so ugly and horrible.”
But when he looked at the picture, it was even more horrible than before. He decided to destroy the picture. He picked up a knife and stabbed(戳)the painting. There was a loud cry and a crash.
The servants heard these and went into the room. On the wall they saw the picture of Dorian Gray as a young, handsome man. On the floor was a dead man, with a knife in his heart. It was the other Dorian Gray, and his face was old, ugly and horrible.
64. According to the story, Dorian’s wish that he could always stay young ________.
A. came true in his life B. brought him surprises one after another
C. brought him good luck D. led to the loss of his girlfriend’s love
65. In Sybil’s opinion, ___________.
A. Dorian didn’t know what real love is
B. the love between Romeo and Juliet was unbelievable
C. She was, in fact, not a good actress
D. nobody could act Juliet very well
66. Which of the following statements is TRUE according to the story?
A. Dorian really loved Sybil very much.
B. Lord Henry had a great effect on Dorian’s life.
C. Lord Henry was always caring about Dorian.
D. Dorian killed Sybil’s brother by accident.
67. Which of the following do you think is the best title for the passage?
A. The Way to Stay Young Forever. B. A Person’s Real Beauty.
C. A Handsome Young Man. D. The Picture of Dorian Gray.
As we drove along, my spirits went up again, and I turned, with pleasure, to the thought of the new life which I was entering. But though it was not far past the middle of September, the heavy clouds and strong north-easterly wind combined to make the day extremely cold; and the journey seemed a very long one, so that it was nearly one o’clock before we reached the place of our destination. Yet when we entered the gateway, my heart failed me, and I wished it were a mile or two farther off. For the first time in my life I must stand alone: there was no retreating now. I must enter that house, and introduce myself among its strange people. But how was it to be done? True, I was near nineteen; but, thanks to the protecting care of my mother and sister, I well knew that many a girl of fifteen, or under, was gifted with a more womanly address, and greater ease and self-possession, than I was. Yet, anyway. I would do very well, after all; and the children, of course, I should soon be at ease with them.
"Be calm, be calm, whatever happens," I said within myself; and truly I was so fully occupied in steadying my nerves and keeping down the rebellious beat of my heart that when I was admitted into the hall and into the presence of Mrs. Bloomfield, I almost forgot to answer her polite greeting; and it afterwards struck me that the little I did say was spoken in the tone of one half-dead or half-asleep.
With due politeness, however, she showed me my bedroom, and left me there to take a little refreshment for a little while and led me into the dining-room. Some beefsteaks and potatoes were set before me; and while I dined upon these, she sat opposite, watching me (as I thought) and trying to keep something like a conversation— consisting chiefly of commonplace remarks. In fact, my attention was almost wholly absorbed in my dinner: not from appetite, but from the toughness of the beefsteaks, and the numbness of my hands.
“I have had so little time to attend to their education myself, but I think they are clever children, and very willing to learn, especially the little boy; he is, I think, the flower of the flock— a generous, noble-spirited boy, one to be led, but not driven, and remarkable for always speaking the truth.” “His sister Mary Ann will require watching,” continued she, “but she is a very good girl on the whole, though I wish her to be kept out of the nursery as much as possible, as she is now almost six years old, and might acquire bad habits from the nurses. I have ordered her bed to be placed in your room, and if you will be so kind as to look after her washing and dressing, and take charge of her clothes, she needs to have nothing further to do with the nursery maid.”
I replied I was quite willing to do so; and at that moment the children entered the room. Tom Bloomfield was a well-grown boy of seven. Mary was a tall girl, for her age of six, somewhat dark like her mother. The second sister was Fanny, a very pretty little girl, looking little younger than Mary. The remaining one was Harriet, a little broad, fat, merry, playful thing of scarcely two, whom I had more desire for than all the rest — but with her I had nothing to do.
【小题1】Which of the following statements best describes how the writer felt when she entered Mrs. Bloomfield's home?
A.She was nervous, dissatisfied with her manners but still confident. |
B.She was cold, hungry but eager to see all the children in the family. |
C.She was frightened, nervous and regretful about her decision. |
D.She was calm, confident and very happy with all the family. |
A.A nursery maid. | B.A house cleaner. | C.A home cook. | D.A family teacher. |
A.The writer had some difficulty with her lunch because of the tough food and the cold. |
B.The delicious food took the writer's attention away from Mrs. Bloomfield’s words. |
C.All the children were well educated before the writer came to the family. |
D.All the children in the family were looked after by Mrs Bloomfield herself. |
A.Mrs Bloomfield would treat the writer kindly and help her a lot |
B.The youngest girl Harriet would be the writer’s favorite student |
C.the writer would take on more responsibilities than she should |
D.Tom Bloomfield would be the cleverest of all the children |
Jim, a successful businessman, told the experience of his childhood.
When he was 12, his parents died. He was alone and didn't get on well with others. People always laughed
at him. No one showed kindness to him.
His only friend was a dog named Tiger. He gave his dog enough to eat and drink, but sometimes he was
not polite to it. He didn't know that an unkind word sometimes could cut one's heart like a knife.
One day as he walked down the street, a young lady was walking in front of him. Suddenly one of her bags
dropped from her arms. As she stopped to pick it up, she dropped other bags. He came to help her. "Thank
you, dear! You are a nice little boy!" she said kindly, smiling.
A special feeling came to him. These were the first kind words he had ever heard. He watched her until
she went far away, and then he whistled (吹口哨) to his dog and went directly to the river nearby.
"Thank you, dear! You are a nice little boy!" he repeated (重复) the woman's words. Then in a low voice
he said them to his dog! Tiger raised its ears as if it understood.
"Unum! Even a dog likes it!" he said, "Well, Tiger, I won't say unkind words to you any more." Tiger
waved its tail happily.
The boy thought and thought. Finally he looked at himself in the river. He saw a clean nice boy. He was
amazed (惊奇). From then on, he had a new life.
After telling this, the businessman stopped for a while, and then he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the
very place where that kind woman planted in me the first seed (种子) of kindness. All of us should learn about
kindness. What a great power (力量) it has!"
I met him first on a summer day in 1995.I 1 into his ugly small shop to have my 2 repaired.It wasn’t much of a job, so I waited while he did it.He greeted me with a sweet smile.“You are new in this place, aren’t you? ”
I said I 3 .I had moved into this street only a week 4 .
“This is a fine place, ” he said.I repaired there with my shoes off, looking around as he got ready to make repairs.He looked 5 at the leather.It was worn through because I had 6 to have the repair job done.I grew 7 impatient, for I was rushing to meet a friend.“Please 8 ,” I begged.
He looked at me 9 his glasses.“We won’t be long.I must do a good job.You see, I have a tradition to live up to.”
A tradition? In this ugly small shop that wasn’t any different from so many other shops on the side streets of New York ?
He must have felt my surprise, 10 he smiled as he went on.“Yes, my father was a good shoemaker.He always 11 me, ‘Son, do the best job on every shoe that comes into the shop, and be proud of your fine work.Do that 12 , and you’ll have both happiness and money enough to live on.’”
As he 13 me the finished shoes, he said , “These will 14 a long time.”
I left in a hurry.My friend would be waiting for me impatiently.
That evening I 15 the shop.There he was.When he saw me, he waved and smiled.This was the beginning of our friendship that came to mean more and more to me as time passed.
1.
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A.pushed B.rushed C.kicked D.wandered
2.
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A.camera B.handbag C.shoes D.watch
3.
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A.was B.used to be C.might be D.wasn’t
4.
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A.before B.ago C.later D.time
5.
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A.happily B.sadly C.angrily D.luckily
6.
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A.failed B.managed C.asked D.wanted
7.
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A.less B.more C.greatly D.a little
8.
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A.do worry B.hurry C.be careful D.try your best
9.
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A.under B.over C.in D.with
10.
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A.and B.for C.since D.while
11.
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A.suggested B.spoke C.told D.required
12.
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A.exactly B.sometimes C.carefully D.always
13.
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A.showed B.handed C.brought D.took
14.
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A.last B.go on C.keep D.keep on
15.
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A.visited B.passed C.saw D.entered
One day, when I was working as a psychologist in England,an adolescent boy showed up in my office. It was David. He kept walking up and down restlessly, his face pale, and his hands shaking slightly. His head teacher had referred him to me. "This boy has lost his family," he wrote. "He is understandably very sad and refuses to talk to others, and I'm very worried about him. Can you help?”
I looked at David and showed him to a chair. How could I help him? There are problems psychology doesn’t have the answer to, and which no words can describe. Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and sympathetically
The first two times we met, David didn't say a word. He sat there, only looking up to look at the children's drawings on the wall behind me. I suggested we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that he played chess with me every Wednesday afternoon-in complete silence and without looking at me. It's not easy to cheat in chess, but I admit I made sure David won once or twice.
Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed, took the chess board and pieces from the shelf and began setting them up before I even got a chance to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my company. But why did he never look at me?
"Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his pain with," I thought. "Perhaps he senses that I respect his suffering.” Some months later, when we were playing chess, he looked up at me suddenly.
"It’s your turn," he said.
After that day, David started talking. He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times about his biking with some friends, and about his plan to get into university. Now he had really started to live his own life.
Maybe I gave David something. But I also learned that one-without any words-can reach out to another person. All it takes is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, and an ear that listens.
【小题1】When he first met the author, David .
A.felt a little excited | B.walked energetically |
C.looked a little nervous | D.showed up with his teacher |
A.was ready to listen to David |
B.was skeptical about psychology |
C.was able to describe David's problem |
D.was sure of handling David's problem |
A.wanted to ask the author for advice |
B.need to share sorrow with the author |
C.liked the children’s drawings in the office |
D.bear the author many times in the chess game |
A.He recovered after months of treatment. |
B.He liked biking before he lost his family. |
C.He went into university soon after starting to talk. |
D.He got friends in school before he met the author. |
A.His teacher’s help. |
B.The author’s friendship. |
C.His exchange of letters with the author. |
D.The author’s silent communication with him. |
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