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The Spring Festival is the most important festival for the Chinese people and is when all family members get together, just like Christmas in the West.It falls on the 1st day of the 1st lunar month, often one month later than the Gregorian calendar.It originated in the Shang Dynasty(c.1600 BC~c.1100 BC)from the people's sacrificee to gods and ancestors at the end of an old year and the beginning of a new one.During the Spring Festival, people usually completely clean their houses and all their utensils.They decorated their doors with Spring Festival couplets(春联),Also, pictures of the god of doors and wealth will be posted on front doors to ward off evil spirits and welcome peace and abundance.Jiaozi or Niangao are the traditional food eaten by people on the first of the new year.Children like to burn fireworks for fun.
People attach great importance to Spring Festival Eve.At that time, all family members eat dinner together.The meal is more luxurious than usual.Dishes such as chicken, fish and bean curd cannot be excluded, for in Chinese, their pronunciations, respectively“ji”,“yu”and“fu,”mean auspiciousness, abundance and richness.After the dinner, the whole family will sit together, chatting and watching TV.In recent years, the Spring Festival party broadcast on China Central Television Station(CCTV)is essential entertainment for the Chinese both at home and abroad.According to custom, each family will stay up to see the New Year in.
问题导入:随着人们欣赏水平的提高和娱乐活动的丰富,许多人认为春节联欢晚会没有以前那样重要了,节目也不是特别吸引人了,但也有许多人认为春节联欢晚会多少年来给人们带来许多快乐,已经成为人们心目中不可缺少的春节大餐。你认为还有必要继续举行春节联欢晚会吗?
Do you think it is still necessary to have the Spring Festival party broadcast on China Central Television Station(CCTV)?
A farmer from the countryside:It's necessary to have the programme because families get together at that time and have a big meal.After the meal, they watch the TV programme as it is an enjoyable way of spending time together.Family members can have a lot of fun together through watching the programme.
A director for CCTV:We should continue the programme.It's like a delicious taste of Chinese culture and should be enjoyed by people at home and abroad.It's also a symbol of a united China and gives the Spring Festival a special atmosphere.
A young student from a city:It is boring, I don't like it and the performances are just getting worse and worse.Local governments can hold other more meaningful activities.These may be more exciting and can attract more people.
A journalist:The Spring Festival programmed is quite important, though there are some problems here and there.It has become a custom for Chinese people now.What is the most important is to improve the show and make it appealing(吸引人的)to people at home and abroad.
Your view:________________________________
When my grandfather died, my 83-year-old grandmother, once so full of life, slowly began to fade. No longer able to manage a home of her own, she moved in with my mother, where she was visited often by other members of her large, loving family. Although she still had her good days, it was often hard to arouse her interest.
But one chilly December afternoon three years ago, my daughter Meagan, then eight, and I were visiting her, when she noticed that Meagan was carrying her favorite doll.“I, too, had a special doll when I was a little girl,” she told a wide-eyed Meagan. “I got it one Christmas when I was about your age. I lived in an old farmhouse in Maine, with Mom, Dad and my four sisters, and the very first gift I opened that Christmas was the most beautiful doll you’d ever want to see.”
“She had an exquisite(优美的,高雅的), hand-painted face, and her long brown hair was pulled back with a big pink bow. Her eyes were blue, and they opened and closed. I remember she had a body of kidskin, and her arms and legs bent at the joints.”
GG’s voice dropped low, taking on an almost respectful tone. “My doll was dressed in a pretty pink gown, decorated with fine lace. … Getting such a fine doll was like a miracle for a little farm girl like me — my parents must have had to sacrifice so much to afford it But how happy I was that morning!”
GG’s eyes filled and her voice shook with emotion as she recalled that Christmas of long ago. “I played with my doll all morning long. And then it happened. My mother called us to the dining room for Christmas dinner and I laid my new doll down gently on the hall table. But as I went to join the family at the table, I heard a loud crash.”
“I hardly had to turn around — I knew it was my precious doll. And it was. Her lace skirt had hung down from the table just enough for my baby sister to reach up and pull on it. When I ran in, there lay my beautiful doll on the floor, her face smashed into a dozen pieces. She was gone forever.”
A few years later, GG’s baby sister was also gone, she told Meagan, a victim of pneumonia(肺炎). Now the tears in her eyes spilled over — tears, I knew, not only for a lost doll and a lost sister, but for a lost time.
Subdued(沉默的) for the rest of the visit, Meagan was no sooner in the car going home than she exclaimed, “Mom, I have a great idea! Let’s get GG a new doll for Christmas. Then she won’t cry when she thinks about it.”
My heart filled with pride as I listened to my sympathetic little daughter. But where would we find a doll to match GG’s fond memories?
Where there’s a will, as they say, there’s a way. When I told my best friends, Liz and Chris, about my problem, Liz put me in touch with a local doll-make. From a doll supply house I ordered a long brown hair and a kidskin body to copy the outfit GG had so lovingly described. Liz volunteered to put the doll together, and Chris helped me make the doll’s outfit. Meagan wrote the story of the lost doll by giving examples.
Finally our creation was finished. To our eyes it was perfect. But there was no way it could be exactly like the doll GG had loved so much and lost. Would she think it looked anything like it?
On Christmas Eve, Meagan and I carried our happily packed gift to GG, where she sat surrounded by children, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins. “It’s for you,” Meagan said, “but first you have to read the story that goes with it.”
GG no sooner got through the first page than her voice cracked and she was unable to go on, but Meagan took over where she left off. Then it was time to open her present.
I’ll never forget the look on GG’s face as she lifted the doll and held it to her chest. Once again her tears fell, but this time they were tears of joy. Holding the doll in her frail arms, she repeated over and over again, “She’s exactly like my old doll, exactly like her.”
And perhaps she wasn't saying that just to be kind. Perhaps however impossible it seemed, we had managed to produce a close copy of the doll she remembered. But as I watched my eight-year-old daughter and her great-grandmother examining the doll together, I thought of a likelier explanation. What GG really recognized, perhaps, was the love that inspired the gift. And love, wherever it comes from, always looks the same.
【小题1】GG moved in with her daughter because ______.
A.she wanted to live with a large family |
B.she was not able to live on her own due to her weakness |
C.her husband passed away |
D.she thought it was the children’s obligation to take care of her |
A.Because she saw her great granddaughter’s doll. |
B.Because she recalled her long deceased parents. |
C.Because she was surrounded by her offspring. |
D.Because she felt lonely during the Christmas season. |
A.GG’s doll was important and was a symbol of many things. |
B.GG showed great respect for his husband’s love. |
C.GG missed the great old days she spent with her family |
D.GG was grateful for her long life. |
A.She envied her sister all her life. |
B.She felt guilty for breaking GG’s doll and decided to go. |
C.She left home at a young age. |
D.She died of some disease at a young age. |
A.Because she was clever. | B.Because she was loving. |
C.Because she was amiable. | D.Because she was imaginative. |
A.treating the elderly well is moral |
B.it is impossible to copy the exact doll for the elderly |
C.love, the permanent rhythm of life, will always remain in the elderly’s heart |
D.physical comfort from children rather than psychological care is important |
When my grandfather died, my 83-year-old grandmother, once so full of life, slowly began to fade. No longer able to manage a home of her own, she moved in with my mother, where she was visited often by other members of her large, loving family. Although she still had her good days, it was often hard to arouse her interest.
But one chilly December afternoon three years ago, my daughter Meagan, then eight, and I were visiting her, when she noticed that Meagan was carrying her favorite doll.“I, too, had a special doll when I was a little girl,” she told a wide-eyed Meagan. “I got it one Christmas when I was about your age. I lived in an old farmhouse in Maine, with Mom, Dad and my four sisters, and the very first gift I opened that Christmas was the most beautiful doll you’d ever want to see.”
“She had an exquisite(优美的,高雅的), hand-painted face, and her long brown hair was pulled back with a big pink bow. Her eyes were blue, and they opened and closed. I remember she had a body of kidskin, and her arms and legs bent at the joints.”
GG’s voice dropped low, taking on an almost respectful tone. “My doll was dressed in a pretty pink gown, decorated with fine lace. … Getting such a fine doll was like a miracle for a little farm girl like me — my parents must have had to sacrifice so much to afford it But how happy I was that morning!”
GG’s eyes filled and her voice shook with emotion as she recalled that Christmas of long ago. “I played with my doll all morning long. And then it happened. My mother called us to the dining room for Christmas dinner and I laid my new doll down gently on the hall table. But as I went to join the family at the table, I heard a loud crash.”
“I hardly had to turn around — I knew it was my precious doll. And it was. Her lace skirt had hung down from the table just enough for my baby sister to reach up and pull on it. When I ran in, there lay my beautiful doll on the floor, her face smashed into a dozen pieces. She was gone forever.”
A few years later, GG’s baby sister was also gone, she told Meagan, a victim of pneumonia(肺炎). Now the tears in her eyes spilled over — tears, I knew, not only for a lost doll and a lost sister, but for a lost time.
Subdued(沉默的) for the rest of the visit, Meagan was no sooner in the car going home than she exclaimed, “Mom, I have a great idea! Let’s get GG a new doll for Christmas. Then she won’t cry when she thinks about it.”
My heart filled with pride as I listened to my sympathetic little daughter. But where would we find a doll to match GG’s fond memories?
Where there’s a will, as they say, there’s a way. When I told my best friends, Liz and Chris, about my problem, Liz put me in touch with a local doll-make. From a doll supply house I ordered a long brown hair and a kidskin body to copy the outfit GG had so lovingly described. Liz volunteered to put the doll together, and Chris helped me make the doll’s outfit. Meagan wrote the story of the lost doll by giving examples.
Finally our creation was finished. To our eyes it was perfect. But there was no way it could be exactly like the doll GG had loved so much and lost. Would she think it looked anything like it?
On Christmas Eve, Meagan and I carried our happily packed gift to GG, where she sat surrounded by children, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins. “It’s for you,” Meagan said, “but first you have to read the story that goes with it.”
GG no sooner got through the first page than her voice cracked and she was unable to go on, but Meagan took over where she left off. Then it was time to open her present.
I’ll never forget the look on GG’s face as she lifted the doll and held it to her chest. Once again her tears fell, but this time they were tears of joy. Holding the doll in her frail arms, she repeated over and over again, “She’s exactly like my old doll, exactly like her.”
And perhaps she wasn't saying that just to be kind. Perhaps however impossible it seemed, we had managed to produce a close copy of the doll she remembered. But as I watched my eight-year-old daughter and her great-grandmother examining the doll together, I thought of a likelier explanation. What GG really recognized, perhaps, was the love that inspired the gift. And love, wherever it comes from, always looks the same.
1.GG moved in with her daughter because ______.
A.she wanted to live with a large family
B.she was not able to live on her own due to her weakness
C.her husband passed away
D.she thought it was the children’s obligation to take care of her
2.Why did GG become very emotional on a December afternoon?
A.Because she saw her great granddaughter’s doll.
B.Because she recalled her long deceased parents.
C.Because she was surrounded by her offspring.
D.Because she felt lonely during the Christmas season.
3.What can we infer from the underlined sentence in paragraph 4?
A.GG’s doll was important and was a symbol of many things.
B.GG showed great respect for his husband’s love.
C.GG missed the great old days she spent with her family
D.GG was grateful for her long life.
4.What happened to GG’s baby sister?
A.She envied her sister all her life.
B.She felt guilty for breaking GG’s doll and decided to go.
C.She left home at a young age.
D.She died of some disease at a young age.
5.Why did Meagan’s mum feel proud of her daughter?
A.Because she was clever. B.Because she was loving.
C.Because she was amiable. D.Because she was imaginative.
6.This passage implies that ______.
A.treating the elderly well is moral
B.it is impossible to copy the exact doll for the elderly
C.love, the permanent rhythm of life, will always remain in the elderly’s heart
D.physical comfort from children rather than psychological care is important
When my grandfather died, my 83-year-old grandmother, once so full of life, slowly began to fade. No longer able to manage a home of her own, she moved in with my mother, where she was visited often by other members of her large, loving family. Although she still had her good days, it was often hard to arouse her interest.
But one chilly December afternoon three years ago, my daughter Meagan, then eight, and I were visiting her, when she noticed that Meagan was carrying her favorite doll.“I, too, had a special doll when I was a little girl,” she told a wide-eyed Meagan. “I got it one Christmas when I was about your age. I lived in an old farmhouse in Maine, with Mom, Dad and my four sisters, and the very first gift I opened that Christmas was the most beautiful doll you’d ever want to see.”
“She had an exquisite(优美的,高雅的), hand-painted face, and her long brown hair was pulled back with a big pink bow. Her eyes were blue, and they opened and closed. I remember she had a body of kidskin, and her arms and legs bent at the joints.”
GG’s voice dropped low, taking on an almost respectful tone. “My doll was dressed in a pretty pink gown, decorated with fine lace. … Getting such a fine doll was like a miracle for a little farm girl like me — my parents must have had to sacrifice so much to afford it But how happy I was that morning!”
GG’s eyes filled and her voice shook with emotion as she recalled that Christmas of long ago. “I played with my doll all morning long. And then it happened. My mother called us to the dining room for Christmas dinner and I laid my new doll down gently on the hall table. But as I went to join the family at the table, I heard a loud crash.”
“I hardly had to turn around — I knew it was my precious doll. And it was. Her lace skirt had hung down from the table just enough for my baby sister to reach up and pull on it. When I ran in, there lay my beautiful doll on the floor, her face smashed into a dozen pieces. She was gone forever.”
A few years later, GG’s baby sister was also gone, she told Meagan, a victim of pneumonia(肺炎). Now the tears in her eyes spilled over — tears, I knew, not only for a lost doll and a lost sister, but for a lost time.
Subdued(沉默的) for the rest of the visit, Meagan was no sooner in the car going home than she exclaimed, “Mom, I have a great idea! Let’s get GG a new doll for Christmas. Then she won’t cry when she thinks about it.”
My heart filled with pride as I listened to my sympathetic little daughter. But where would we find a doll to match GG’s fond memories?
Where there’s a will, as they say, there’s a way. When I told my best friends, Liz and Chris, about my problem, Liz put me in touch with a local doll-make. From a doll supply house I ordered a long brown hair and a kidskin body to copy the outfit GG had so lovingly described. Liz volunteered to put the doll together, and Chris helped me make the doll’s outfit. Meagan wrote the story of the lost doll by giving examples.
Finally our creation was finished. To our eyes it was perfect. But there was no way it could be exactly like the doll GG had loved so much and lost. Would she think it looked anything like it?
On Christmas Eve, Meagan and I carried our happily packed gift to GG, where she sat surrounded by children, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins. “It’s for you,” Meagan said, “but first you have to read the story that goes with it.”
GG no sooner got through the first page than her voice cracked and she was unable to go on, but Meagan took over where she left off. Then it was time to open her present.
I’ll never forget the look on GG’s face as she lifted the doll and held it to her chest. Once again her tears fell, but this time they were tears of joy. Holding the doll in her frail arms, she repeated over and over again, “She’s exactly like my old doll, exactly like her.”
And perhaps she wasn't saying that just to be kind. Perhaps however impossible it seemed, we had managed to produce a close copy of the doll she remembered. But as I watched my eight-year-old daughter and her great-grandmother examining the doll together, I thought of a likelier explanation. What GG really recognized, perhaps, was the love that inspired the gift. And love, wherever it comes from, always looks the same.
60. GG moved in with her daughter because ______.
A. she wanted to live with a large family
B. she was not able to live on her own due to her weakness
C. her husband passed away
D. she thought it was the children’s obligation to take care of her
61. Why did GG become very emotional on a December afternoon?
A. Because she saw her great granddaughter’s doll.
B. Because she recalled her long deceased parents.
C. Because she was surrounded by her offspring.
D. Because she felt lonely during the Christmas season.
62. What can we infer from the underlined sentence in paragraph 4?
A. GG’s doll was important and was a symbol of many things.
B. GG showed great respect for his husband’s love.
C. GG missed the great old days she spent with her family
D. GG was grateful for her long life.
63. What happened to GG’s baby sister?
A. She envied her sister all her life.
B. She felt guilty for breaking GG’s doll and decided to go.
C. She left home at a young age.
D. She died of some disease at a young age.
64. Why did Meagan’s mum feel proud of her daughter?
A. Because she was clever. B. Because she was loving.
C. Because she was amiable. D. Because she was imaginative.
65. This passage implies that ______.
A. treating the elderly well is moral
B. it is impossible to copy the exact doll for the elderly
C. love, the permanent rhythm of life, will always remain in the elderly’s heart
D. physical comfort from children rather than psychological care is important
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