完形填空 Two years ago, I donated my kidney (肾) to my brother.I considered it a
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Two years ago, I donated my kidney (肾) to my brother.I considered it a complete lifechanging
experience, not only for the two of us __1__ for the entire family.We ended up __2__ from surgery
(外科手术) at a friend"s home in Baton Rouge, LA.His __3__ to us was unforgettable.We had received
so many __4__.We had gotten food donation from so many people who __5__ us something beyond
physical comfort.
Now my brother is __6__ on his feet and is living life beyond normal.Last April, he __7__ to give
back to the community (社区) by raising __8__ for the Medical Association through cycling 180 miles
from Houston to Austin.I felt greatly moved, tears in eyes, __9__ that my kidney gave him a second
chance in life and that he is now living beyond what he imagined __10__ to be.Recently, our mother suffered from breast cancer.__11__ she was the one who took care of me and my brother, we wanted to do
something in her __12__.My brother, my sister and I are going to __13__ next year for the Cancer Society, while my brother and I will be __14__ in the half marathon in honour of our mother and this will be our good __15__ to be kidney donation advocates as well.
We __16__ during our surgery that several thousands die from kidney diseases every year.Patients
would be on the __17__ list for kidney donation and end up in death because of the __18__ of kidney
donors.If my brother and I can __19__ others to do the same thing I did, maybe more lives will be saved.
__20__ I had more kidneys, I would do it again for other people.
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| 1-5: BCABD 6-10: CADAB 11-15: CDACD 16-20: BBCAD | |||||
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| My favorite teacher"s name was "Dead-Eye" Bean. Her real name was Dorothy. She taught American history to eighth graders in the junior high section of Creston, the high school that served the north end of Grand Rapids, Mich. It was the fall of 1944. Franklin D. Roosevelt was president; American troops were battling their way across France; Joe DiMaggio was still in the service; the Montgomery bus boycott was more than a decade away, and I was a 12-year-old black newcomer in a school that was otherwise all white. My mother, who had been a widow in New York, had married my stepfather, a Grand Rapids physician, the year before, and he had bought the best house he could afford for his new family. The problem for our new neighbors was that their neighborhood had previously been pristine(in their terms) and they were ignorant about black people. The prevailing wisdom in the neighborhood was that we were spoiling it and that we ought to go back where we belonged (or, alternatively, ought not to intrude where we were not wanted). There was a lot of angry talk among the adults, but nothing much came of it. But some of the kids, those first few weeks, were quite nasty. They threw stones at me, chased me home when I was on foot and spat on my bike seat when I was in class. For a time, I was a pretty lonely, friendless and sometimes frightened kid. I was just transplanted from Harlem, and here in Grand Rapids, the dominant culture was speaking to me insistently. I can see now that those youngsters were bullying and I was culturally disadvantaged. I knew then that they were bigoted(偏执的), but the culture spoke to me more powerfully than my mind and I felt ashamed for being different - a nonstandard person. I now know that Dorothy Bean understood most of that and disapproved of it. So things began to change when I walked into her classroom. She was a pleasant-looking single woman, who looked old and wrinkled to me at the time, but who was probably about 40. Whereas my other teachers approached the problem of easing in their new black pupil by ignoring him for the first few weeks, Mrs. Bean went right at me. On the morning after having read our first assignment, she asked me the first question. I later came to know that in Grand Rapids, she was viewed as a person who believed, among other things, that Negroes were equal. I answered her question and the follow-up. They weren"t brilliant answers, but they did establish the fact that I had read the assignment and that I could speak English. Later in the hour, when one of my classmates had failed to give an answer, Miss. Bean came back to me with a question that required me to clean up the girl"s mess and established me as a smart person. Thus, the teacher began to give me human dimensions, though not perfect ones for an eighth grader. It was somewhat better to be a teacher"s pet than merely a dark presence in the back of the room. A few days later, Miss Bean became the first teacher ever to require me to think. She asked my opinion about something Jefferson had done. In those days, all my opinions were derivative(缺乏独 创性的). I was for Roosevelt because my parents were and I was for the Yankees because my older buddy from Harlem was a Yankee fan. Besides, we didn"t have opinions about historical figures like Jefferson. Like our high school building or Mayor Welch, he just was. After I stared at her for a few seconds, she said: "Well, should he have bought Lousiana or not?" "I guess so," I replied tentatively. "Why?" she shot back. Why? What kind of question was that, I complained silently. But I ventured an answer. Day after day, she kept doing that to me, and my answers became stronger and more confident. She was the first teacher to give me the sense that thinking was part of education and that I could form opinions that had some value. Her final service to me came on a day when my mind was wandering and I was idly digging my pencil into the writing surface on the arm of my chair. Miss Bean suddenly threw a hunk of gum eraser at me. By amazing chance, it hit my hand and sent the pencil flying. She gasped, and I crept (爬) shamefacedly after my pencil as the class roared. That was the ice breaker. Afterward, kids came up to me to laugh about "Old Dead-Eye Bean." The incident became a legend, and I, a part of that story, became a person to talk to. | |||||
| 1. Why did the author moved to Grand Rapids? | |||||
| A. Because his mother was a widow. B. Because he knew Miss Bean was in Creston, Grand Rapids. C. Because his mother got married to a physician in Grand Rapids. D. Because black people could live anywhere they liked at that time. | |||||
| 2. When the author first moved to Grand Rapids, the other kids_________. | |||||
| A. talked to him a lot B. were friendly to him C. were unkind to him D. were curious about him and liked talking with him | |||||
| 3. Which of the following is not the help the author got from Miss Bean? | |||||
| A. She punished the naughty boys who were rude to him. B. She established him as a smart person in front of his classmates. C. She helped him to form his own opinions. D. She eased his relationship with his classmates. | |||||
| 4. Which of the following is TRUE? | |||||
| A. Most people were friendly to black people at that time. B. My classmates" laughter hurt me when Miss Bean threw a piece of eraser to me. C. The author"s most teachers just ignored him for the first few weeks. D. The author"s answers in his first class made him a smart person in his classmates" eyes. | |||||
| 5. Which question is NOT answered in the story? | |||||
| A. Why did the author like Miss Bean? B. Why did Miss Bean throw an eraser at the author? C. Where did Miss Bean grow up? D. Had Miss Bean got married? | |||||
| 阅读理解 My family and I lived across the street from Southway park since I was four years old.Then just last year the city put a chain link fence around the park and started bulldozing (用推土机推平) the trees and grass to make way for a new apartment complex.When I saw the fence and bulldozers, I asked myself, "Why don"t they just leave it alone?" Looking back, I think what sentenced the park to oblivion(被遗忘) was the drought(旱灾)we had about four years ago.Up until then, Southway Park was a nice green park with plenty of trees and a public swimming pool.My friends and I rollerskated on the sidewalks, climbed the trees, and swam in the pool all the years I was growing up.The park was almost like my own yard.Then the summer I was fifteen the drought came and things changed. There had been almost no rain at all that year.The city stopped watering the park grass.Within a few weeks I found myself living across the street from a huge brown desert.Leaves fell off the park trees, and pretty soon the trees started dying, too.Next, the park swimming pool was closed.The city cut down on the work force that kept the park, and pretty soon it just got too ugly and dirty to enjoy any more. As the drought lasted into the fall, the park got worse every month.The rubbish piled up or blew across the brown grass.Soon the only people in the park were beggars and other people down on their luck. People said drugs were being sold or traded there now.The park had gotten scary, and my mother told us kids not to go there any more. The drought finally ended and things seemed to get back to normal, that is, everything but the park.It had gotten into such bad shape that the city just let it stay that way.Then about six months ago I heard that the city was going to "redevelop" certain wornout areas of the city.It turned out that the city had planned to get rid of the park, sell the land and let someone build rows of apartment buildings on it. The chainlink fencing and the bulldozers did their work.Now we live across the street from six rows of apartment buildings.Each of them is three units high and stretches a block in each direction.The neighborhood has changed without the park.The streets I used to play in are jammed with cars now.Things will never be the same again.Sometimes I wonder, though, what changes another drought would_make_in_the_way_things_are_today. 1. How did the writer feel when he saw the fence and bulldozers? A. Scared. B. Confused. C. Upset. D. Curious. 2. Why was the writer told not to go to the park by his mother? A. It was being rebuilt. B. It was dangerous. C. It became crowded. D. It had turned into a desert. 3. According to the writer, what eventually brought about the disappearance of the park? A. The drought. B. The crime. C. The beggars and the rubbish. D. The decisions of the city. 4. The last sentence of the passage implies that if another drought came, ________. A. the situation would be much worse B. people would have to desert their homes C. the city would be fully prepared in advance D. the city would have to redevelop the neighborhood | |||||
| 阅读理解 For six hours we shot through the landscape of the Karoo desert in South Africa. Just rocks and sand and baking sun. Knowing our journey was ending, Daniel and I just wanted to remember all we had seen and done. He used a camera. I used words. I had already finished three notebooks and was into the fourth, a beautiful leather notebook I"d bought in a market in Mozambique. Southern Africa was full of storier and visions. We were almost drunk on sensations. The roaring of the water at Victoria Falls, the impossible silence of the Okavango Delta in Botswana. And then the other things: dogs in the streets, whole families in Soweto living in one room, a kilometre from clean water. As we drove towards the setting sun, a quietness fell over us. The road was empty--we hadn"t seen another car for hours. And as I drove, something caught my eye, something moving next to me. I glanced in the mirror of the car; I glanced sideways to the right, and that was when I saw them. Next to us, by the side of the road, thirty, forty wild horses were racing the car, a cloud of dust rising behind them－brown, muscular horses almost close enough to touch them, to smell their hot breath. I didn"t know how long they had been there next to us. I shouted to Dan: "Look!", but he was in a deep sleep, his camera lying useless by his feet. They raced the car for a few seconds, then disappeared far behind us, a memory of heroic_forms in the red landscape. When Daniel woke up an hour later I told him what had happened. "Wild horses?" he said. "Why didn"t you wake me up?" "I tried. But they were gone after a few seconds." "Are you sure you didn"t dream it?" "You were the one who was sleeping!" Typical, he said. "The best photos are the ones we never take." We checked into a dusty hotel and slept the sleep of the dead. 1. During their journey in Africa, the two travellers________. A. made friends with local residents B. complained about the poor living conditions C. enjoyed the sunset in the Karoo desert most D. recorded their experiences in different ways 2. What does the phrase"heroic forms" in Paragraph 4 refer to? A. Racing cars. B. Wild horses. C. Eye－ca  tching locals. D. Running dogs. 3. What did Daniel think when he woke up and was told  what had happened?A. He always missed out on the best thing. B. He had already taken beautiful pictures. C. A sound sleep was more important. D. The next trip would be better. 4. What is the passage mainly about? A. How to view wildlife in Africa. B. Running into wildlife in Africa. C. Tourist attractions in southern Africa. D. Possible dangers of travelling in the desert | |||||
| 完形填空 When a rather dirty, poorly dressed person kneels at your feet and puts out his hands to beg __1__a few coins, do you hurry on, not __2__ what to do, or do you feel sad and hurriedly __3__ some money? What should our attitude__4__ beggars be? There can be no question that the world is full of terribly sad stories. It __5__ be terrible to have no idea where our next meal is going to come from. It seems __6__ not to give some money to beggars. __7__, most of the world"s great religions order us to be open-hearted and __8__what we have with those less lucky than ourselves. But has the world changed? Maybe what was morally right in the old days, __9__ one knew exactly who in the village had suffered misfortune and needed help, is no longer the best idea. Quite a few people will not give to beggars. Let us look at their __10__. First, some believe that many city beggars dress up __11__ to look pitiable and actually make a good __12__ from begging. Giving to beggars only encourages this sort of evil. __13__, there is the worry that the money you give will be spent on beer, wine or drugs. Thirdly, there is the opinion__14__there is no real excuse for begging. One might be poor, but that is no reason for losing one"s sense of __15__ and self-dependence. Related to this is the opinion that the problem should be handled by the g  overnment __16__ordinary people. Some people think beggars should go to the local government department and __17__ help. It is hard to come to any final conclusion: there are various __18__and we must __19__ them differently. A few coins can save a life in some situations, and even if the money is wasted, that does not take away the moral goodness of the__20__. | |||||
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