in Jerusalem she often went to a café called Chocolate Soup. It was run by two men, one of
whom-Alex-used to live in Montreal. One morning when Emma went in for coffee, while chatting with her
new friend Alex, she mentioned that she had just finished the book she was reading and had nothing else to
read. Alex said he had a wonderful book she might like, and that he"d be happy to lend it to her. As he lived
just above the café, he quickly ran up to get it. The book he handed to Emma just minutes later was Markings,
a book by a former Secretary-General of the United Nations (UN).
Emma had never read it, nor had she ever bought a copy. But, when she opened it up, she was floored to
see her own name and address inside the cover in her own handwriting (笔迹). It turned out that the summer
before, at a concert back in Montreal, Emma had met a Californian who was in town visiting friends. They
decided to exchange (交换) addresses, but neither of them had any paper. The man opened up a book he was
carrying in his backpack (背包) and asked Emma to write her name and address inside. When he returned to
California, he left the book behind in Montreal, and his friend Alex kept it. When Alex later moved to Jerusalem, he took the book along.
B. to show his interest in reading
C. to tell her about the importance of the UN
D. to let her write her name and address inside
B. Satisfied.
C. Worried.
D. Surprised.
A. met Emma at a concert
B. invited Emma to a concert
C. introduced Emma to his friend
D. left Emma his backpack
B. A coffee shop owner.
C. A friend of the author"s.
D. Alex"s friend from California.
knew I had to do something. My husband suggested we give her a computer to play against. I wasn"t
sure my mother was ready for it After all, it had taken 15 years to persuade her to buy an electric cooker.
Even so, we packed up our old computer and delivered it to my parents" home. And so began my mother"s
adventure in the world of computers.
It also marked the beginning of an unusual teaching task for me. I"ve taught people of all ages, but I
never thought I would be teaching my mother how to do anything. She has been the one teaching me all
my life: to cook and sew: to enjoy the good times and put up with the bad. Now it was my turn to give
something back.
It wasn"t easy at the beginning. There was so much to explain and to introduce. Slowly but surely, my
mother caught on, making notes in a little notebook. After a few months of Scrabble and other games, I
decided it was time to introduce her to word processing (文字处理) This proved to be a bigger challenge
(挑战) to her, so I gave her some homework I asked her to write me a letter, using different letter types,
colors and spaces.
"Are you this demanding with your kindergarten pupils?" she asked.
"No, of course not," I said. "They already know how to use a computer."
My mother isn"t the only one experiencing a fast personal growth period. Thanks to the computer, my
father has finally got over his phone allergy (过敏反应). For as long as I can remember, any time I called,
my mother would answer. Dad and I have had more phone conversations in the last two months than we"ve
had in the past 20 years.
B. She is a teacher.
C. She is a housewife.
D. She is a computer engineer.
B. to support her in doing her homework
C. to help her through the bad times
D. to make her life more enjoyable
B. because she wanted to keep in touch with her mother
C. so that her mother could practice what she had learned
D. so that her mother could be free from housework
B. took more phone calls
C. played more games
D. began to use it
I was on my lunch break and had 1 the office to get something to eat. On the way, I 2 a Busker (街头
艺人), with a hat in front of him. I had some 3 in my pocket, but I would not give them to him, thinking to
myself he would 4 use the money to feed his addiction to drugs or alcohol. He 5 like that type-young and
ragged. 6 what was I going to spend the money on? Only to feed my addiction to Coca-Cola or chocolate! I
then 7 I had no right to place myself above 8 just because he was busking.
I 9 and dropped all the coins into his 10 , and he smiled at me, I watched for a while. As 11 as it sounds,
I expected something more to come from that moment-a feeling of 12 or satisfaction, for example. But nothing
happened 13 , I walked off. "It proved to be a waste of 14 ," I thought.
On my way home at the end of the 15 , I saw the busker again and he was 16 . I watched him pick up the
hat and walk 17 a cafe counter. There he poured the 18 contents into a tin collecting 19 an earthquake fund-
raising (募捐) event. He was busking for charity (慈善)!
Now I donate any 20 I have to charity tins and enjoy the feeling of giving.
( )1. A. left ( )2. A. led ( )3. A. chocolates ( )4. A. almost ( )5. A. acted ( )6. A. Though ( )7. A. declared ( )8. A. it ( )9. A. waited ( )10. A. rag ( )11. A. selfish ( )12. A. happiness ( )13. A. Disappointedly ( )14. A. words ( )15. A. moment ( )16. A. walking around ( )17. A. around ( )18. A. chief ( )19. A. by ( )20. A. work | B. cleaned B. chose B. coins B. only B. looked B. For B. realized B. all B. followed B. hat B. awkward B. sadness B. Unfortunately B. effort B. day B. passing by B. in B. basic B. for B. time | C. prepared | D. searched D. fooled D. drugs D. still D. smelt D. But D. guessed D. them D. arrived D. counter D. special D. hate D. Comfortably D. money D. event D. running off D. to D. total D. with D. change | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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One summer day my father sent me to buy wire for our farm. At 16, I liked 1 better than driving our truck, 2 this time I was not happy. My father had told me I"d have to ask for credit (赊账) at the store. Sixteen is a 3 age, when a young man wants respect, not charity. It was 1976, and the ugly 4 of racial discrimination was 5 a fact of life. I"d seen my friends ask for credit and then stand, head down, while the store owner 6 whether they were "good for it." I knew black youths just like me who were 7 like thieves by the store clerk each time they went into a grocery. My family was 8 . We paid our debts. But before harvest, cash was short. Would the store owner 9 us? At Davis"s store, Buck Davis stood behind the cash desk, talking to a farmer. I nodded 10 I passed him on my way to the hardware shelves. When I brought my 11 to the caskh desk, I said 12 , "I need to put this on credit." The farmer gave me and amused, distrustful 13 . But Buck"s face didn"t change. "Sure," he said 14 . "Your daddy is 15 good for it." He 16 to the other man. "This here is one of James Williams"s sons." The farmer nodded in a neighborly 17 . I was filled with pride. James William"s son. Those three words had opened a door to an adult"s respect and trust. That day I discovered that the good name my parents had 18 brought our whole family the respect of our neighbors. Everyone knew what to 19 from a Williams: a decent person who kept his word and respected himself 20 much to do wrong. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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