D

My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could

make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to

be called Pip.

As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first imagination regarding what they were like, were unreasonably from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father’s gave me a strange idea that he was a square, dark man , with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the words, “Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,” I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled（长雀斑的）and sickly.

Ours was wet country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on an unforgettable cold afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this place overgrown with nettles（荨麻）was the churchyard（墓地）;and that Philip Pirip, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children to the aforesaid, were also dead and buried. Suddenly I began to feel lonely and sad and afraid. I began to cry.

"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!"

A fearful man, all in grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been shivered; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.

"Oh! Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror. "Pray don't do it, sir."

"Tell us your name!" said the man.  "Quick!"

"Pip, sir."

"Once more," said the man, staring at me.  "Give it mouth!"

"Pip. Pip, sir."

“Show us where you live ,” said the man. “Point out the place!”

I pointed to where our village lay, among the alder-tree, a mile or more from the church. The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned mw upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a  piece of bread. When the church came to itself—for he was so sudden and strong that he made to go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple（尖塔）under my feet—when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread hungrily.

“You young dog,” said the man, licking his lips, “what fat cheeks you have got.”

I believe they were fat, though I was at that time undersized for my years, and not strong.

“Darn me If I couldn’t eat them,” said the man, with a threatening shake of his head.

I carefully expressed my hope that he wouldn’t, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying.

“Now look here!” said the man. “Where’s your father?”

“There sir!” said I .

He started, made a short run, and stopped and liked over his shoulder.

“There sir!” I explained. “That’s his grave.”

“Oh!” said he, coming back.

“And mother’s there too, sir. And my five little brothers.”

67．Who do you think Alexander is?

A．Pip’s friend.                    B．Pip’s father.

C．One of Pip’s little brothers.     D．The fearful man.

68．It can be learned from the passage that               .

A．Pip’s mother was freckled and ill.

B．Pip imagined what his parents liked through their photographs.

C．Pip’s parents and little brothers were killed by the man.

D．Pip was probably shorter or thinner than most children of his age.

69．What is the fearful man most likely to be?

A．An escaped prisoner.       B．A minister of the church.

C．A tower watcher.           D．Pip’s parents’ enemy.

70．Which of the following is right according to the passage?

A．It was the words on the tombstones that made mw know of my parents’ appearance.

B．The man was so hungry that he wanted to cut his throat and eat his fat cheeks.

C．Pip’s parents were buried together in the churchyard 20 miles from the village.

D．He called himself Pip just because he was too young to pronounce his long name clearly.

We all have our ways of marking time. As a photographer, my life is measured from one story to the next. My oldest son was born in the middle of a long story about the Endangered Species Act. My daughter came along with a pack of gray wolves.

Twenty stories later, though, it’s the story in Alaska that I’ll remember best. It was the story about the loss of wilderness — and the story during which my wife Kathy got cancer. That’s the one that made time stand still. I stopped taking pictures on the day when she found that tumor (肿瘤). Cruelly, it was Thanksgiving. By Christmas, she had become very weak. Some days she was so sick she couldn’t watch TV.

Early examination saves time. But ours was not early. By the time you can feel it yourself, it’s often bigger than the doctor want it to be.

Cancer is a thief. It steals time. Our days are already short with worry. Then comes this terrible disease, unfair as storm at harvest time. But cancer also has the power to change us, for good. We learn to simplify, enjoying what we have instead of feeling sorry for what we don’t. Cancer even made me a better father. My work had made me a stranger to my three kids. But now I pay attention to what really matters. This is not a race. This is a new way of life and new way of seeing, all from the cancer.

In the end each of us has so little time. We have less of it than we can possibly imagine. And even though it turns out that Kathy’s cancer has not spread, and her prognosis (诊断) is good. We try to make it all count now, enjoying every part of every day.

I’ve picked up my camera again. I watch the sky, searching for beautiful light. When winter storms come, Kathy and I gather our children and take the time to catch snowflakes (雪花) on our tongues. After all, this is good. This is what we’re living for.

1.As a photographer, the author used to ______.

A. leave his daughter with a pack of gray wolves

B. express his love for his family in a special way

C. miss a great many important historical moments

D. devote much more to his career than his family

2.Why did the author decide to stop taking pictures?

A. To cure his own disease.                                    B. To spend more time with his wife.

C. To seek a better position.                                   D. To leave the wilderness alone.

3.What is the biggest change the cancer has brought to the author?

A. He treasured every bit of time with his family.

B. He has become a stranger to his children.

C. He takes his work more seriously.

D. He focuses more on medical care.

4.The author and his family catch snowflakes on their tongues probably because ______.

A. the snowflakes taste very good                       

B. snowflakes are what they feed on

C. they regard that as a way to enjoy life            

D. there is beautiful light in the snowflakes

D
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could
make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to
be called Pip.
As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first imagination regarding what they were like, were unreasonably from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father’s gave me a strange idea that he was a square, dark man , with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the words, “Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,” I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled（长雀斑的）and sickly.
Ours was wet country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on an unforgettable cold afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this place overgrown with nettles（荨麻）was the churchyard（墓地）;and that Philip Pirip, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children to the aforesaid, were also dead and buried. Suddenly I began to feel lonely and sad and afraid. I began to cry.
"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!"
A fearful man, all in grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been shivered; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.
"Oh! Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror. "Pray don't do it, sir."
"Tell us your name!" said the man.  "Quick!"
"Pip, sir."
"Once more," said the man, staring at me.  "Give it mouth!"
"Pip. Pip, sir."
“Show us where you live ,” said the man. “Point out the place!”
I pointed to where our village lay, among the alder-tree, a mile or more from the church. The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned mw upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a  piece of bread. When the church came to itself—for he was so sudden and strong that he made to go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple（尖塔）under my feet—when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread hungrily.
“You young dog,” said the man, licking his lips, “what fat cheeks you have got.”
I believe they were fat, though I was at that time undersized for my years, and not strong.
“Darn me If I couldn’t eat them,” said the man, with a threatening shake of his head.
I carefully expressed my hope that he wouldn’t, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying.
“Now look here!” said the man. “Where’s your father?”
“There sir!” said I .
He started, made a short run, and stopped and liked over his shoulder.
“There sir!” I explained. “That’s his grave.”
“Oh!” said he, coming back.
“And mother’s there too, sir. And my five little brothers.”
67．Who do you think Alexander is?
A．Pip’s friend.                    B．Pip’s father.
C．One of Pip’s little brothers.     D．The fearful man.
68．It can be learned from the passage that               .
A．Pip’s mother was freckled and ill.
B．Pip imagined what his parents liked through their photographs.
C．Pip’s parents and little brothers were killed by the man.
D．Pip was probably shorter or thinner than most children of his age.
69．What is the fearful man most likely to be?
A．An escaped prisoner.       B．A minister of the church.
C．A tower watcher.           D．Pip’s parents’ enemy.
70．Which of the following is right according to the passage?
A．It was the words on the tombstones that made mw know of my parents’ appearance.
B．The man was so hungry that he wanted to cut his throat and eat his fat cheeks.
C．Pip’s parents were buried together in the churchyard 20 miles from the village.
D．He called himself Pip just because he was too young to pronounce his long name clearly.