The narrator of “My Life” finds _______ in his room.

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第1题

“You ask me: what is poverty？ Listen to me. Here I...

“You ask me: what is poverty？ Listen to me. Here I am, dirty, smelly, and with no ‘proper’ underwear on and with the stench of my rotting teeth near you. I will tell you. Listen to me. Listen without pity. I cannot use your pity. Listen with understanding. Put yourself in my dirty, worn out, ill-fitting shoes, and hear me. "… Poverty is looking into a black future. Your children won’t play with my boys. They will turn to other boys who steal to get what they want. I can already see them behind the bars of their prison instead of behind the bars of my poverty. Or they will turn to the freedom of alcohol or drugs, and find themselves enslaved. And my daughter？ At best, there is for her a life like mine…” (From "What Is Poverty？" by Jo Goodwin Parker in J. Chaffee, ed., Critical Thinking, Thoughtful Writing, 2nd ed., 347-350) What perspective does the writer use to define poverty？

A、First-person narrator

B、Second-person narrator

C、Third-person narrator

D、None of the above

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第2题

Read the extract and give brief answers to the questions 26－29 that follow.

Mystery of the White Gardenia

Marsha Aron

Every year on my birthday , from the time I turned 12 , a white gardenia was delivered to my house in Bethesda , Md. No card or note came with it. Calls to the florist were always in vain 一 it was a cash purchase. After a while I stopped trying to discover the sender' s identity and just delighted in the beauty and heady perfume of that´ one magical , perfect flower nestled in soft pick tissue paper.

But I never stopped imagining who the anonymous giver might be. Some of the happiest moments were spent daydreaming about someone wonderful and exciting but too shy or eccentric to make known his or her identity.

My mother contributed to these imaginings. She' d ask me if there was someone for whom I had done a special kindness who might be showing appreciation. Perhaps the

neighbor l' d helped when she was unloading a car full of groceries. Or maybe it was the old man across the street whose mail I retrieved during the winter so he wouldn't have to venture down his icy steps. As a teen-ager , though , i had more fun speculating that it might be a boy i had a crush on or one who had noticed me even though i didn´t know him.

When 1 was 17 , a boy broke my heart. The night he called for the last time , i cried myself to sleep. When i awoke in the morning , there was a message scribbled on my mirror in red lipstick: Heartily know , when half-gods go , the gods arrive. i thought about that

quotation by Emerson for a long time , and until my heart healed , i left it where my mother had written it. When i finally went to get the glass cleaner , my mother knew everything was all right again.

I don' t remember ever slamming my door in anger at her and shouting , "You just don' t understand!" because she did understand.

One month before my high-school graduation , my father died of a heart attack. My feelings ranged from grief to abandonment , fear and overwhelming anger that my dad was missing some of the most important events in my life. I became completely uninterested in my upcoming graduation , the senior class play and the prom. But my mother , in the midst of her own grief , would not hear of my skipping any of those things.

The day before my father died， my mother and i had gone shopping for a prom dress. We found a spectacular one , with yards and yards of doted swiss in red , white and blue , it made me feel like Scarlet 0' Hara ,

but it was the wrong size. When my father died iforgot about the dress.

My mother didn't . The day before the prom , i found that dress 一 in the right size - draped majestically over the living room sofa. It wasn't just delivered , still in the box. It was presented to me - beautifully , artistically , lovingly. i didn' t care if 1 had a new dress or no. But my mother did.

She wanted her children to feel loved and lovable , creative and imaginative , imbued with a sense that there was magic in the world and beauty even in the face of adversity. In truth. my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia 一 lovely ，strong ,

and perfect - with an aura of magic and perhaps a bit of mystery.

My mother died ten days after i was married. i was 22. That was the year the gardenias stopped coming.

26. When did the narrator discover the mystery of the white gardenias？ Why was the sender' s identity kept secret？

27. When and how did the father die？ How did the narrator feel at her father' s death？

28. What traits of the mother' s characters are highlighted in the story？ Cite examples from the story to support your answer.

29. What do you think of the title of the story？ What does the gardenia symbolize in the story？

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26. The narrator got to know the truth when she was 22. It was her mother who sent her the flowers. She kept it a secret so that the daughter could have the self-knowledge of her own good deeds as she speculated about who the sender might be.

27. The father died of heart attack close to her graduation from high school. She felt sad , disappointed that her father would not experience the important events in her life.

28.a. The mother' s wisdom: She thought of a wise way to encourage kindness in her daughter: to send flowers secretly; or she wisely scribbled a quotation from Emerson on her daughter' s mirror instead of directly talking her teenage daughter into accepting the loss of her boyfriend.

b. Her strength in the face of adversities: she stood strong when her husband died.

29.It is a good / helpful title. The title tickles the reader' s curiosity. OR It' s not a good title. When we are told of the "mystery" in the title , our curiosity is destroyed. The gardenia is the essential symbol in the story , helping to bring about the theme of the story: mother' s love. The gardenia symbolizes the qualities that the mother hoped for her daughter , qualities such as magical (aura of magic , a bit of mystery) , loving , strong , perfect , etc.

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第3题

It was about sunset when I, a little child, was sent with a handful of powdered tobacco le

aves and red feathers to make an offering to the spirit who had caused the sickness of my little sister. It had been a long, hard winter, and the snow lay deep on the grassland as far as the eye could reach. The medicine-woman's directions had been that the offering must be laid upon the naked earth, and that to find it I must face toward the setting sun.

But now where was a spot of earth to be found in all that white monotony？ They had talked of death at the house. I hoped that my little sister would live, but I was afraid of nature.

I reached a little spring. I looked down to its bottom, wondering whether I should leave my offering there, or keep on in search of a spot of earth. If I put my offering in the water, would it reach the bottom and touch the earth, or would it float away, as it had always done when I made my offering to the water spirit？

Once more I started on in my search of the bare ground.

The surface was crusted in some places, and walking was easy; in other places I would wade through a foot or more of snow. Often I paused, thinking to clear the snow away in some place and there lay my offering. But no, my faith must be in nature, and I must trust to it to lay bare the earth. It was a hard struggle for so small a child.

I went on and on; the reeds were waving in the wind. I stopped and looked at them. A reed, whirling in the wind, had formed a space round its stem, making a loose socket. I stood looking into the opening. The reed must be rooted in the ground, and the hole must follow the stem to the earth. If I poured my offerings into the hole, surely they must reach the ground; so I said the prayer that l had been taught, and dropped my tobacco and red feathers into the opening that nature itself had created.

No sooner was the sacrifice accomplished than a feeling of doubt and fear thrilled me. What if my offering should never reach the earth？ Would my little sister die？

Not till I turned homeward did I realize how cold I was. When at last I reached the house they took me in and warmed me, but did not question me, and I said nothing. Everyone was sad, for the little one had grown worse.

The next day the medicine-woman said my little sister was beyond hope; she could not live. Then bitter remorse was mine, for I thought I had been unfaithful, and therefore my little sister was to be called to the spirit land. I was a silent child, and did not utter my feelings; my remorse was intense.

The phrase "white monotony" (Paragraph 2) refers to the fact that

A．white people find farm life dull.

B．snow covers the landscape.

C．the narrator is blind.

D．nothing special happens in the story.

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第4题

听力原文： When I was in the third grade, I was picked to be the princess in the school pla

y. For weeks my mother had helped me practice my lines. But once on stage, every word disappeared from my head. Then my teacher told me she bad written a narrator's part for the play, and asked me to change roles. Though I didn't tell my mother what had happened that day, she sensed my unhappiness and asked if I wanted to take a Walk in the yard.

It was a lovely spring day. We could see dandelions popping through the grass in bunches, as if a painter had touched our landscape with bits of gold. I watched my mother carelessly bend down by one of the bunches. "I think I am going to dig up all these weeds," she said. "From now on, we'll have only roses in this garden. "

"But I like dandelions," I protested. "All flowers are beautiful — even dandelions!" My mother looked at me seriously. "Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn't it？" she asked thoughtfully. I nodded. "And that is true of people, too," she added.

When I realized that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry and told her the truth.

"But you will be a beautiful narrator," she said, reminding me of how much I loved to read stories aloud to her.

Over the next few weeks, with her continuous encouragement, I learned to take pride in the role. The big day finally came. A few minutes before the play, my teacher came over to me. "Your mother asked me to give this to you," she said, handing me a dandelion. After the play, I took home the flower, laughing that I was perhaps the only person who would keep such a weed.

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A．Mainly because she felt nervous on the stage.

B．Mainly because she lost her interest in that role.

C．Mainly because she preferred the role of the narrator.

D．Mainly because she had difficulty memorizing her words.

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第5题

In the late 1920s my mother ran away from home to marry my father.Marriage,if not run

ning away,was expected of 17-year-old girls.By the time she was 20,she had 2 children and was pregnant with a third.5 children later,I was born.And this is how I came to know my mother:she seemed a large,soft,loving-eyed woman who was rarely impatient in our home.Her quick,violent temper was on view only a few times a year,when she battled with the white landlord who had the misfortune to suggest to her that her children did not need to go to school.She made all the clothes we wore,even my brothers' overalls.She made all the towels and sheets we used. She spent the summers canning vegetables and fruits.She spent the winter evenings making quilts enough to cover all our beds.During the "working" day,she labored beside-not behind-my father in the fields.Her day began before sunup,and did not end until late at night.There was never a moment for her to sit down,undisturbed,to unravel her own private thoughts;never a time free from interruption-by work or the noisy inquiries of her many children.And yet,it is to my mother-and all our mothers who were not famous-that I went in search of the secret of what has fed that muzzled and often mutilated,but vibrant,creative spirit that the black woman has inherited,and that pops out in wild and unlikly places to this day.

It seems to the narrator that it would be really good if ()

A、the mother worked from sunup till night

B、the mother worked side by side with her husband

C、the mother made all things that the family needed

D、the mother could have some time to think undisturbed

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第6题

听力原文：I have been an airline stewardess for six years. I'm twenty-six years old and rec

听力原文： I have been an airline stewardess for six years. I'm twenty-six years old and recently got married. The majority of the airline stewardesses are from small towns. I myself am from Nebraska. It's supposed to be one of the nicest professions for a woman -- if she can't be a model or in the movies. You can fly around the world, meeting all those people. It is pretty nice doing so.

I have five older sisters and they were all married before they were twenty. The minute they got out of high school, they would end up getting married, that was the thing everybody did. It was to get married. They were so happy that one of the girls could go out and see the world and spend some time being single. I didn't get married until I was almost twenty-five. My mother especially thought it was great that I had the chance to travel around the world.

How old was the narrator when he became a stewardess(空姐)？

A．Twenty.

B．Twenty six.

C．Not told.

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第7题

My father was, I am sure, intended by nature to be a cheerful kindly man. Until be was thi

rty-four years old he worked as a farmhand for a man named Thomas Butterworth whose place lay near the town of Bidwell, Ohio. He had a horse of his own, and on Saturday evenings drove into town to spend a few hours in social intercourse with other farmhands. In town he drank several glasses of beer and stood about in Ben Head's saloon—crowded on Saturday evening with visiting farmhands. Songs were sung and glasses thumped on the bar. At ten o'clock father drove home along a lonely country road, made his horse comfortable for the night, and himself went to bed, quite happy in his position in life. He had at that time no notion of trying to rise in the world.

It was in the spring of his thirty-fifth year that father married my mother, then a country school teacher, and in the following spring I came wriggling and crying into the world. Something happened to the two people. They became ambitious. The American idea of getting up in the world took possession of them.

It may have been that mother was responsible. Being a school teacher, she had no doubt read books and magazines. She had, I presume, read of how Garfield, Lincoln, and other Americans rose from poverty to fame and greatness, and as I lay beside her—in the days of her lying-in—she may have dreamed that I would someday rule men and cities. At any rate she induced father to give up his place as farmhand, sell his horse, and embark on an independent enterprise of his own. She was a tall silent woman with a long nose and troubled gray eyes. For herself she wanted nothing. For father and me she was incurably ambitious.

According to the narrator, his father's life used to be______.

A．quite poor

B．quite hard

C．quite happy

D．quite rich

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第8题

I never expected to go to China. Although its ancient culture and present struggles intrig

ued me, its graceful art and magnificent landscapes drew me, and my mother's frequent travels there in her last years pulled at some part of my consciousness; it was on the other side of the world, far away from my world and my present struggles. But then I received a notice about a trip to China for women judges. It didn't take me long to decide that I had to go.

The trip offered a unique opportunity for me, both personally, to discover some of what so engaged my mother in her travels and to explore how women's issues manifest themselves in the Chinese culture, and professionally, to see first-hand China' s legal system and compare the experiences of women judges there with my own.

Having spent some time during the past several years addressing the issue of judicial independence as it relates to administrative law judges, and knowing that implementation of the rule of law in China as it "opens up" to the West is an evolving and vital issue, I wanted to witness for myself how these concerns are addressed in China.

We left San Francisco last May, and spent two amazing weeks in China, traveling to five cities and towns. Our group consisted of five women judges and a tour leader from the U. S.- China People's Friendship Association. Our very gracious host in China, the All China Women's Federation (which is associated with the government and serves many functions, including being somewhat of a social service agency), provided a Chinese guide and translator, with whom we became good friends as we traveled together. We generally met with groups in somewhat formal settings, in which we were served tea or a meal, gave prepared presentations to each other, and then engaged in free-flowing question and answer discussions.

The members of our group brought varying backgrounds and interests to this trip: two of the judges had an interest in domestic violence issues, another in business and economic law. Yet another, who hears employment security cases, had a special interest in the plight of laid-off women workers, whose numbers have increased as China moves much of its industry to a more market-oriented economy. We were all interested in women's rights under the Chinese legal system. We also shared with, and learned much from, our Chinese friends in the areas of juvenile law, discrimination law, and other subjects.

The narrator of the following piece is a(n)______.

A．writer

B．Englishman

C．woman judge

D．lawyer

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第9题

I was only eight years old when the Second World War ended, but I can still remember somet

hing about the victory celebrations in the small town where I lived. We had not suffered much from the war there, though like most children of my age, I was used to see-ing bombed houses in the streets and the enormous army lorries passing through. But both at home and at school I had become accustomed to the phrases "before the war" and "when the war's over." "Before the war," apparently, things had been better, though I was too young to understand why, except there had been no bombs then, and people had eaten things like ice cream and bananas, which I had only heard of. When the war was over, we would go back to London, but this meant very little to me. I did not remember what Lon-don was like.

What I remember now about VE Day was the afternoon and the evening. It was a fine May day. I remember coming home at about five o'clock. My father and mother came in about an hour later. After dinner I said I wanted to see the bonfire (篝火), so when it got dark my father took me to the end of the street. The bonfire was very high, and some peo-ple had collected some old clothes to dress the unmistakable figure with the moustache (小胡子) they had put on top of it. Just as we arrived, they set light to it. The flames rose and soon covered the "guy." Everyone was cheering and shouting, and an old woman came out of her house with two chairs and threw them on the fire to keep the fire going.

I stood beside my father until the fire started to go down, not knowing what to say. He said nothing either. He had fought in the First World War and may have been remem-bering the end of that. At last he said, "Well, that's it, son. Let's hope that this time it really will be the last one. "

Where did the narrator live before the Second World War？

A．In a small city.

B．In London.

C．In Europe.

D．In the countryside.

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第10题

SECTION BPASSAGESDirections: In this section, you will hear several passages. Listen to th

SECTION B PASSAGES

Directions: In this section, you will hear several passages. Listen to the passages carefully and then answer the questions that follow.

听力原文： The question of whether dogs have a sense of humor is often fiercely argued. My own opinion is that some have and some haven't. Dachshunds have, but not St Bernards or Great Danes. Apparently a dog has to be small to be fond of joke. You never find a Great Dane trying to be a comedian.

But it is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts overdoing it. As an example of this I would point to Rudolph, a Dachshund I once owned, whose slogan was "Anything for a Laugh". Dachshunds are always the worst offenders in this respect because of peculiar shape. It is only natural that when a dog finds that his mere appearance makes the viewing public laugh, he should imagine that Nature intended him to be a comedian.

Sometimes Rudolph overplays his sense of humor, a typical example of which is he once stole ducks from a farm nearby and brought complaints on me. It is true that Dachshunds and other dogs have their faults, but they seem unimportant compared with their virtues.

According to the narrator, which kind of dogs is thought to have a sense of humor？

A．St Bernards.

B．Great Danes.

C．Dachshunds.

D．Shepherd dogs.

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