“Scotty!” Mr. Brown, my Year 11 English teacher, called me by my nickname (绰号) across the classroom. His eyes were bright and a secret 36 was half hidden behind the beard.
Once he finished joking over my unbearable 37 , I realized he was going to read my story aloud to the class. I turned red, feeling at once both embarrassed and 38 . I had my very 39 reading audience! Though my classmates were a ‘passive audience’, it didn’t weaken my feeling of being 40 .
After that, I came to 41 those Year 11 English classes. Throughout school I had always studied hard and achieved well in my school subjects. But creative 42 was a passion, and it was not an assignment, but a way of understanding the world and of 43 my thoughts and feelings about events and attitudes.
Mr. Brown was the first to 44 me for my writing so openly. My scores were always 19/20 or 20/20. My stories were often read out to the class. He even 45 one with the respected Head of English teachers, which was the most 46 part that is impressed on my memory. But 47 that, he offered a belief in me that no other teacher had.
My school 48 often stated, ‘Candice is a quiet achiever.’ I thought it was meant as a(n) 49 for being hard-working. I was someone that no one really 50 before, but Mr. Brown managed to 51 all that by bringing me to the attention of the world. Though it was the relatively 52 world of school, it put the seed of belief in myself that some day I could be an 53 person rather than the person who faded into the background.
I 54 touch with my teacher long ago, as we do when we move away from the school system and enter life. I wish I could tell him now how much he 55 me.
A．trick B．fear C．surprise D．smile
A．sadness B．shyness C．weakness D．kindness
A．ashamed B．calm C．thrilled D．depressed
A．unfriendly B．devoted C．small D．first
A．special B．intelligent C．famous D．diligent
A．love B．hate C．attend D．miss
A．thinking B．reading C．writing D．speaking
A．organizing B．collecting C．expressing D．hiding
A．train B．recommend C．criticize D．acknowledge
A．compared B．shared C．composed D．exchanged
A．interesting B．shocking C．challenging D．exciting
A．more than B．other than C．instead of D．in spite of
A．days B．efforts C．books D．reports
A．praise B．urge C．reason D．competition
A．believed B．noticed C．supported D．respected
A．forget B．compensate C．change D．prove
A．developed B．limited C．preserved D．disturbed
A．important B．educated C．honest D．optimistic
A．sought B．regained C．lost D．ignored
A．owed B．influenced C．satisfied D．attracted
Tears clouded my eyes as I stood in our washing room, holding Brett's jeans and shirt full of burn holes. Tired and defeated, I to the floor. The clothes were just one more thing Brett had . He often got almost everything in the house out of . Many windows in our house needed repair due to his breaking to steal money when he chose to live on the street. Yet none of this could compare to the emotional Brett had done to our once quiet home.
Brett came to live with us when he was 12 years old. During the next few years I had dealt with Brett as as possible, but inside I was shouting,"I don't want him in my house another day, Lord! I just can't him!" Having wiped my tears, I continued him as before.
When Brett was nearly 18, he landed again in Juvenile Hall(少管所). After that, my husband and I had to send Brett to a boarding school for helping teens.
At the ceremony, each graduate held a white rose to give to the person who had the most to him or her.
Brett spoke to his parents and then spoke to me, "You did so much. You were always there, no matter happened. My mom and dad, I was their kid. But you, troubled enough by me, always me such love. And I want you to k I love you for it."
, I stood as Brett placed the white rose in my hand and hugged me .
At that moment, tears in my eyes again, this time not for disappointment but for . Although I had struggled with silent toward my stepson, Brett had seen only my actions. Love is action. We may not always have positive feelings about certain people in our lives, but we can love them.
A．sat B．sank C．bent D．dropped
A．ruined B．lost C．torn D．broken
A．danger B．place C．trouble D．order
A．off B．in C．up D．away
A．pain B．injury C．damage D．suffering
A．patiently B．willingly C．strictly D．rudely
A．forgive B．educate C．stand D．control
A．parenting B．pardoning C．comforting D．feeding
A．lazy B．troublesome C．disappointing D．careless
A．opening B．official C．victory D．graduation
A．afforded B．meant C．supplied D．owed
A．lovingly B．sadly C．proudly D．nervously
A．where B．how C．what D．who
A．unless B．although C．because D．when
A．cost B．lent C．taught D．showed
A．Astonished B．Puzzled C．Encouraged D．Interested
A．surely B．roughly C．tightly D．fiercely
A．fell B．flowed C．moved D．gathered
A．pity B．happiness C．luck D．success
A．love B．anxiety C．anger D．care
John Perry stood up and looked around again. The island had been a good place to find shells. But now how could he make the move out to sea…? If they swam out to sea he could jump in and get to shore they saw him.
He saw the sharks rolling and playing. Their was now gone and they were killing for fun. How could he make them move away?
He drew his knife from his belt. Sharks can blood, he thought. He put the knife against his leg and cut deep into the . The blood ran out and he caught it on his white shirt. When the shirt was red and wet he tied some cloth around his leg to the flow of blood. He then tied a long piece of cloth to the shirt, threw it into the water and it with the piece of cloth.
The sharks smelled the blood and came toward the shirt. He ran down the sand reef pulling the shirt and the sharks raced after it. He was them away from shore. Suddenly he dropped the cloth, turned toward the and ran as fast as he could. He jumped in the water and swam.
He was halfway across he turned to look back. A high bony fin (鳍) was through the water toward him. He put his face in the water and kicked and splashed himself as fast as he could. The shore was near now.
He lifted his head again to and he saw the shore very near. From behind he left the water rush toward him, almost pushing him, helping him. And then a great gray body hit him and almost rolled him over in the water. He touched the shore with 35 and he pulled himself up the stones. The shark, by the smell of blood and the chase (追逐), went wildly after him. Its great body crashed against .
The end came quickly and the water was covered with the shark’s blood. The injured shark was eaten up by others as it tried to escape.
Perry slowly struggled his feet.
“So,” he said, “you did not get me.” And he looked down at the sharks still eating 40 they weren’t hungry. He climbed up the stones and walked toward the village.
A．boats B．sharks C．soldiers D．shells
A．before B．after C．until D．when
A．food B．hunger C．anger D．wish
A．fear B．taste C．drink D．smell
A．sand B．shark C．flesh D．mat
A．stop B．keep C．join D．cause
A．pulled B．wrapped C．connected D．caught
A．running B．racing C．swimming D．jumping
A．driving B．keeping C．preventing D．leading
A．sea B．shore C．island D．sand
A．before B．while C．unless D．when
A．going B．running C．cutting D．swimming
A．forward B．backward C．upward D．downward
A．cry B．breathe C．swim D．escape
A．his feet B．a stick C．his fingers D．the shirt
A．interested B．frightened C．disappointed D．excited
A．the shore B．Perry C．the stones D．the shells
A．lively B．alive C．dead D．friendly
A．on B．by C．to D．with
A．as though B．even though C．as soon as D．as long as
We always celebrated my Dad’s November birthday on Thanksgiving Day, even after he entered a nursing home. As years went on, these events took on a(n) meaning – a traditional birthday party for Dad, and a personal for all that he had done for me in my life.
When we knew that it might be Dad’s birthday, the whole family decided to come together for a huge birthday celebration at the nursing home. It was a crowded party ___all of us sitting around him. Dad was a wonderful , and here was a biggest audience he’d ever had.
During a quiet moment, I announced that it was now Dad’s turn to stories from us. I wanted everyone to tell Dad what we loved about him. , we told stories from our hearts, Dad listened with wet, flashing blue eyes. We all kinds of lost memories – stories about when we were little, stories about when Dad was young and stories that are shared as family . Even the littlest grandchildren couldn’t to tell their grandfather why they loved him. For a man who had been kind to so many people in his life, here was our to honor him.
A few months later, at Dad’s memorial service, we fully realized what we had given Dad that night. Those were the stories people normally tell at a . They are told, then, full of tears, with the hope that the departed will somehow hear the outpouring of love._ _ we had given those loving to Dad when he was , told through laughter, accompanied by hugs and joy. I’m sure the stories and memories over in his mind during his last months and days.
Words do , and they are enough. We need to say them, to speak them to the ones we love, for everyone else to hear. That’s the way to love, and our chance to honor a person in life.
A．original B．modern C．complex D．double
A．congratulation B．wish C．thanking D．apology
A．late B．lost C．living D．last
A．with B．as C．though D．by
A．writer B．listener C．storyteller D．reader
A．hear of B．listen to C．make up D．talk about
A．Little by little B．Now and then C．All at once D．One after another
A．if B．because C．while D．before
A．recalled B．recorded C．regretted D．remembered
A．thoughts B．treasures C．possessions D．tales
A．afford B．help C．wait D．offer
A．chance B．task C．duty D．decision
A．burial B．party C．meeting D．wedding
A．And B．But C．So D．Or
A．kindness B．memories C．care D．hugs
A．healthy B．old C．young D．alive
A．went B．flew C．rolled D．came
A．benefit B．matter C．work D．mean
A．publicly B．properly C．consciously D．correctly
A．fall in B．search for C．hand over D．give back
When he was a small boy, he had loved butterflies. Now a grown man with his first son to be born in a few weeks, he found once again fascinated with a cocoon（茧）．He had it at the side of the park path. Somehow the twig(嫩枝）had been knocked from the tree and the cocoon had undamaged and still woven to the branch.
As he had seen his mother do，he gently protected it by it in his handkerchief and carried it home. The cocoon found a home in a jar with holes in the lid. The man it every day. One day, for the first time，the cocoon moved. He watched more closely and soon the cocoon was trembling with activity but nothing else . The cocoon remained tightly glued to the twig and there was no of wings.
Finally the shaking became so ，the man thought the butterfly would die from the .He removed the lid on the jar，took a sharp pen knife from his desk drawer and made a tiny slit(切口)in the side of the cocoon. Almost immediately，one wing appeared and then outstretched the other. The butterfly was !
It seemed to its freedom and walked along the edge of the jar. But it didn’t fly. At first the man thought the 54 needed time to dry but time passed and still the butterfly did not .
The man was worried and called up his neighbor who high school science. He told the neighbor he had found the cocoon，placed it in the mason jar, and the terrible trembling as the butterfly struggled to get out. When he how he had carefully made a small slit in the cocoon，the teacher stopped him, “Oh, that is the . You see，the struggle is what gives the butterfly the strength to fly.”
And so it is with us. Sometimes it’s the struggles in life that us the most.
A．them B．us C．itself D．himself
A．searched B．raised C．found D．pulled
A．survived B．appeared C．existed D．hidden
A．hanging B．covering C．hiding D．wrapping
A．awful B．temporary C．forever D．luxurious
A．realized B．noticed C．watched D．recognized
A．happened B．arose C．helped D．proved
A．scene B．mark C．signal D．sign
A．nervous B．strong C．constant D．weak
A．struggle B．beat C．quarrel D．fight
A．confidently B．finally C．carefully D．proudly
A．different B．free C．happy D．alive
A．hate B．share C．desire D．enjoy
A．wings B．arms C．feet D．hands
A．bring up B．get down C．take off D．come out
A．observed B．invented C．searched D．taught
A．how B．why C．when D．where
A．reported B．described C．expressed D．imagined
A．excuse B．purpose C．reason D．evidence
A．strike B．strengthen C．trouble D．impress
Most essays are made up of a beginning, a middle and an end．The beginning arouses the reader’s interest to his attention to the subject of the essayor the necessary background information. The middle gives us clear and logical of the facts and ideas the writer intends to put forth.The end winds up the essay with a forceful statement to influence the reader’s impression and shows consequences of the argument.
To the writer the beginning is often the hardest part of an essay, because he has to decide from what point to , and in what direction to go. The end is important because it often gives the reader the deepest impression. It should be short, forceful and thought-provoking. No ideas should be introduced in a concluding paragraph.
Sometimes it is good to the concluding paragraph to the introduction. If, for instance, a question is raised in the beginning, an answer should be given in the end．
A．support B．secure C．change D．follow
A．provides B．proves C．confirms D．directs
A．indication B．direction C．expectation D．presentation
A．final B．good C．deep D．unique
A．state B．deliver C．start D．practice
A．ordinary B．general C．important D．new
A．spread B．link C．lead D．contact
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