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The author’s grandpa was described as being all the following EXCEPT
A．considerate.
B．stingy.
C．careful.
D．kind.
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A、the author and his sons; his mother and his sons
B、the author and his mother; his grandpa and his mother
C、the author and his mother; the author and his sons
D、the author and his sons, his grandpa and his mother
Which of the following is NOT true, according to the passage？
A．It was the first time that the author crossed the street by himself.
B．It was the first time that the author went in that garage.
C．The author bought the Coca-Cola from a vending machine.
D．The author’s grandpa kept an eye on him the whole time.
Cherry-scented smoke from Grandpa’s pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay while gray, wispy swirls danced around our heads. Now and again, he blew a smoke ring and laughed as I fried to target the hole with ray finger. I, clad in a cool summer night, and Grandpa, his sleeveless T-shirt, sat watching the traffic. We counted cars and tried to guess the color of the next one to turn the corner.
Once again, I was caught in the middle of circumstances. The fourth born of six children, it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for something. This night I was both. While my two baby brothers slept inside the house, my three older siblings played with friends around the comer, where I was not allowed to go. I stayed with Grandpa, and that was okay with me. I was where I wanted to be. My grandfather was babysitting while my mother, father and grandmother went out.
"Thirsty？" Grandpa asked, never removing the pipe from his mouth.
"Yes," was my reply.
"How would you like to nm over to the gas station there and get yourself a bottle of Coke？"
I couldn’t believe my ears. Had I heard it right？ Was he talking to me？ On my family’s modest income, Coke was not a part of our budget or diet. A few tantalizing sips was all I had ever had, and certainly never my own bottle.
"Okay," I replied shyly, already wondering how I would get across the street. Surely Grandpa was going to come with me.
Grandpa stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket. I could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he always carded. Opening his fist, he exposed a mound of silver coins. There must have been a million dollars there, He instructed me to pick out a dime. After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he stood up.
"Okay," he said, helping me down the stairs and to the curb, "I’m going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies. I’ll tell yon when it’s safe to cross. You go over to the Coke machine, get your Coke and come back out. Wait for me to tell you when it’s safe to cross back."
My heart pounded. I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm. Excitement took my breath away.
Grandpa held my hand tightly. Together we looked up the street and down, and back up again. He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. He let go of my hand and I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. The street seemed wide. I wondered if I would make it to the other side. Reaching the other side, I turned to fred Grandpa. There he was, standing exactly where I had left him, smiling proudly. I waved.
"Go on, hurry up," he yelled.
My heart pounded wildly as I walked inside the dark garage. I had been inside the garage before with my father. My surroundings were familiar. I heard the Coca-Cola machine motor humming even before I saw it. I walked directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser. I knew where to insert my dime. I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times.
The big old monster greedily accepted my dime, and I heard the bottles shift. On tiptoes I reached up and opened the heavy door. There they were: one neat row of thick green bottles, necks staring directly at me, and ice cold from the refrigeration. I held the door open with my shoulder and grabbed one. With a quick yank, I pulled it free from its bondage. Another one immediately took its place. The bottle was cold in my sweaty hands. I will never forget the feeling of the c
A．the author would prefer playing with his three older siblings to staying with his grandpa.
B．they were living in the suburbs where there were not too much traffic on the road.
C．the grandpa was always the one to baby sit for the author and his siblings.
D．the author enjoyed the time that he spent with his grandpa.
A．close.
B．remote.
C．tease.
D．impossible to tell.
The first sign of my parents' change is the delight they take in visiting toy and children's clothing stores. These two people, who usually dislike anything having to do with shopping malls, become crazy consumers. While they tell me to budget my money and shop wisely, they are buying up every doll and dump truck in sight. And this is only the beginning of the holidays!
When my brother's children arrive, Grandpa and Grandma come into full form. First they throw out all ideas about a balanced diet for the grandkids. While we were raised in a house where everyone had to take two bites of corn, beets (甜菜) , or liver (foods that appeared quite often on our table despite constant complaining), the grandchildren never have to eat anything that does not appeal to them. Grandma carries chocolate in her pockets to bribe (贿赂) the littlest ones into following her around the house, while Grandpa offers "surprises" of candy and cake to them all day long. Boxes of chocolate-pie disappear while the whole-wheat bread get hard and stale. The kids love all the sweets, and when the sugar raises their energy levels, Grandma and Grandpa can always decide to leave and do a bit more shopping or go to bed while my brother and sister-in-law try to deal with their highly active kids.
Once the grandchildren have arrived, Grandma and Grandpa also seem to forget all of the responsibility lectures I so often hear in my daily life. If Mickey screams at his sister during dinner, he is "developing his own personality"; if Nancy breaks Grandma's mirror, she is "just a curious child". But, if I track mud into the house while helping to unload groceries, I become "careless"; if I scold one of the grandkids for tearing pages out of my textbook, I am" impatient". If Paula talks back to her mother, Grandma and Grandpa smile at her spirit. If I say one word about all of this excessive love, Mom and Dad reappear to have a talk with me about petty jealousies.
As regards his parents' shopping for the grandchildren, the author ______
A．feels jealous
B．feels amazed
C．thinks it unnecessary
D．thinks it annoying
A. close．
B. remote．
C. tense．
D. impossible to tell．
From the first three paragraphs, we can infer that
A．the author would prefer playing with his three older siblings to staying with his grandpa.
B．they were living in the suburbs where there were not too much traffic on the road.
C．the grandpa was always the one to babysit for the author and his siblings.
D．the author enjoyed the time that he spent with his grandpa.
“The grandpa held a jar of honey so that all the family could see. He then dipped a spoon into it and put some honey on the cover of a small book.
The little girl had just turned five.
‘Stand up，little one，’he asked the girl softly. ‘I did this for your mother，your uncles，your older brother，and now you!’
Then，he handed the book to her. ‘Taste!’
She touched the honey with her finger and put it into her mouth.
‘What's that taste？’the grandpa asked.
The little girl answered，‘Sweet!’
Then all of the family said in a single voice，‘Yes，and so is knowledge，but knowledge is from the bee that made that sweet honey，you have to go after it through the pages of a book!’
The little girl knew that the promise to read was at last hers. Soon she was going to learn to read. ”
This is the beginning of a profoundly moving children's book entitled Thank You，Mr. Falker. In this book，Patricia Polacco writes of her own passion to read，inspired by the honey on the book. It wasn't until fifth grade that she met her beloved teacher who provided the hlep that she needed to finally unlock the magic of the written word.
Reading this book，we are in fact acquainted with some enduring traditions of child education that stress the importance of verbal capacity at a very early age.
The child learning to read is admitted into a collective memory by way of books. And with the printed words that are active with meaning，the child becomes acquainted with a common past which he or she renews，to a greater or lesser degree，in every reading. Much as the author of the book Thank You，Mr. Falker puts it，“Almost as if it were magic，or as if light poured into her brain，the words and sentences started to take shape on the page as they never had before…And she understood the whole thing…Then she went into the living room and found the book on a shelf，the very book that her grandpa had shown her so many years ago. She spooned honey on the cover and tasted the sweetness…Then she held the book，honey and all，close to her chest. She could feel tears roll down her cheeks，but they weren't tears of sadness-she was happy，so very happy. ”
The girl who tasted the honey on the book was______.
A．nearly six years old
B．less than five years old
C．more than six years old
D．a little more than five years old
Alan's grandpa caught cold last week.
A．真
B．False
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