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This story began with a sailing trip. It"s a story of pizza (比萨), sailing and being afraid of buying
ice-cream with a US $20 bill.
I was going to Marblehead, Massachusetts, with my Optimist (a sailboat) racing team for the New
England Optimist Championship.
The team was racing down the highway at 85mph (miles per hour) when we all realized we were hungry.
Luckily, we saw a rest area ahead. I was very excited, because I had a new US $20 bill. I was so excited
because I had never had that kind of money before. I had money I had saved, but spending it on food seemed
like throwing it away.
We all rushed into the pizza line. Finally I got a cheese pizza and drink, and walked to my table.
About halfway through the meal, I realized I had not actually handed my money to the cashier (收银员). I
had just walked out, and nobody had noticed. I felt terrible.
My conscience (良知) opened its mouth and swallowed me. I couldn"t get over it. I just couldn"t go back
to the cashier and pay for my stolen, half-eaten pizza. I would be more embarrassed than I ever had been.
I was so sorry that I refused to give myself the pleasure of an ice-cream in fear that someone would say,
"Hey, Jeff, why don"t you use the change from the pizza instead of that nice, new US $20 bill?" I was not so
proud of my money now.
For the next two years, whenever I was reminded of (thought of) the "Pizza incident," I closed my eyes
and said to myself, "Don"t think about it. Don"t think about it." I have learned two things from this experience.
Maybe I was an unwise person for giving in to my conscience, and being too stupid to appreciate a free pizza.
But I think the real lesson is that if you let being embarrassed get in the way of doing the right thing, then your
conscience will catch up with you.
I think this reflects the saying, "A coward (懦夫) dies a thousand deaths, a hero dies one." I was a coward
and have felt terrible about that incident at least a thousand times. If I had been a "hero" and gone back up to
pay for the pizza, then I would have felt a little embarrassed about it only once, or maybe twice.
B. He didn"t want to eat ice-cream then.
C. He didn"t have enough money for it.
D. He was afraid that someone would find out the fact.
B. He completely forgot to
C. His teammates told him not to
D. The cashier didn"t ask him to
B. disturbed and silly
C. uneasy and uncomfortable
D. sad and angry
B. He had a long terrible time for his stolen pizza.
C. He would have been a hero if he had paid for the pizza.
D. He wanted to die once like a hero.
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feelings would be hurt if I didn"t buy them anything, so buying 1 is boring.
Hurriedly, I 2 shopping and joined the long checkout lines. In front of me were a boy of about 5 and a
younger girl. She carried a beautiful pair of 3 slippers (拖鞋). When we finally reached the cash register (收
银机), the girl 4 placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure.
"That will be $6.09," the cashier said. The boy 5 his pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we
will have to put them back," he 6 said. "We will come back some other time, maybe tomorrow." With that
words, a 7 broke from the little girl."But Jesus (耶稣) would have loved these shoes."
"Well, we"ll go home and work some more. Don"t cry. We"ll surely 8 ," he said. Quickly I handed $3.00
to the cashier. These children had waited in line for a long time. And, 9 , it was Christmas. Suddenly a pair
of arms came around me and a small voice gratefully said, "Thank you." "What did you 10 when you said
Jesus would like the shoes?" I asked. The boy answered. "Our mommy is sick and going to 11 . Daddy said
she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus." The girl spoke, "My teacher said the streets in heaven are
shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won"t mommy be beautiful walking on those streets in these shoes?"
My eyes flooded. "Yes," I answered, "I am 12 she will." Silently I thanked God for using these children to
remind (提醒) me of the true spirit of giving.
( )1. A. gift ( )2. A. began ( )3. A. plastic ( )4. A. immediately ( )5. A. opened ( )6. A. bravely ( )7. A. smile ( )8. A. leave ( )9. A. above all ( )10. A. think ( )11. A. hospital ( )12. A. sure | B. goods B. finished B. cotton B. hurriedly B. touched B. uncertainly B. cry B. come B. at least B. expect B. heaven B. afraid | C. clothes C. went C. gold C. shyly C. passed C. slowly C. talk C. return C. at last C. mean C. sky C. glad | D. shoes D. did D. silver D. carefully D. searched D. doubtfully D. shout D. arrive D. after all D. express D. church D. confident | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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It was Christmas. I was teaching in a small town where my twenty-seven third graders excitedly expected the great day of gift-giving in a couple of days. Each day the children produced some new 1 -Christmas cards, handmade gifts, German bells and so on. Through it all she remained alone, 2 from far away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now suddenly so quiet. I hoped the festivities would please her. But nothing did. The students made the fried marbles (small balls, made of glass or stone) and competed with one another to bring the 3 ones. The day of gift-giving finally came. We cheered over our handiwork as the presents were 4 . All along, she sat quietly, watching. To see her smile, I had made a special bag for her. She opened it so slowly and carefully. I waited but she 5 . After school I sat down in a chair, hardly knew what was happening, when she came to me with out-stretched hands, holding a small white box that looked a little old, as if it had been 6 many times by unknown, childish hands. She said nothing."For me?" I asked. She said not a word, but 7 her head. I took the box and carefully opened it. There inside, shining green, a fried marble hung from a golden chain. Then I looked into that eight-year-old 8 and saw the question in her dark brown eyes. 9 I knew-she had made it for her mother, who had died just three weeks before and would never hold her or brush her hair or 10 her childish joys or sorrows. I meant 11 when I said in a low voice, "Oh, Maria, it is so beautiful. Your mother would love it." Neither of us could stop the tears. She threw herself into my arms and we cried together. And for that moment I became her mother, for she had given me the greatest 12 of all: her trust and love. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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