Behind our house is the start of a fascinating trail (小径). This trail is one of the old roads that wind through untold miles of forest. My , Beans, and I walk the trail frequently. Normally, Beans sniffs alongside the trail to follow the smell of a deer track or some cause known only to him.
Beans is a white dog, quite handsome and very . He not only understands what we tell him, but also often makes sounds as if he were trying to back.
One morning, we took a different route, which led us to an unfamiliar trail. I was sure this trail would eventually lead us to our familiar . But, no. We seemed to be far off course. After two hours, I suddenly realized that Beans probably （21） the way home. So I urged, "Beans, take me home." He ran down a new trail. But it merely led to an intersection (岔道口) of trails.
Soon it became that we were getting nowhere. I began to picture the rest of the day in the , without food or drink. We had walked about ten miles. But Beans seemed totally . The sniffing and exploring was going well for him.
Finally, we a crossroad near a highway. Lady Luck suggested I should turn left. We did and reached a cottage beside a field. I knocked on the door and explained my situation to an old man. He laughed and then drove us home.
Since our adventure, I that Beans probably knew all along how to get home. He was just having too much fan exploring new trails.
A．deer B．dog C．lady D．man
A．imagine B．consider C．explore D．present
A．smart B．sweet C．slow D．shy
A．turn B．kick C．jump D．speak
A．driveway B．path C．crossroad D．highway
A．knew B．saw C．showed D．made
A．house B．forest C．field D．cottage
A．unconcerned B．unconscious C．undecided D．uncomfortable
A．left for B．went off C．came to D．drove toward
A．punctually B．frequently C．formally D．shortly
A．regretted B．remembered C．concluded D．confirmed
I will never forget the year I was about twelve years old. My mother told us that we would not be1Christmas gifts because there was not enough money. I felt sad and thought, "What would I say when the other kids asked what I'd2?" Just when I started to3that there would not be a Christmas that year, three women4at our house with gifts for all of us. For me they brought a doll. I felt such a sense of5that I would no longer have to be embarrassed when I returned to school. I wasn't6. Somebody had thought7of me to bring me a gift.
Years later, when I stood in the kitchen of my new house, thinking how I wanted to make my8Christmas there special and memorable, I9remembered the women's visit. I decided that I wanted to create that same feeling of10for as many children as I could possibly reach.
So I11a plan and gathered forty people from my company to help. We gathered about 125 orphans (孤儿) at the Christmas party. For every child, we wrapped colorful packages filled with toys, clothes, and school supplies,12with a child's name. We wanted all of them to know they were.13. Before I called out their names and handed them their gifts, I14them that they couldn't open their presents15every child had come forward. Finally the16they had been waiting for came as I called out, "One, two, three. Open your presents!" As the children opened their packages, their faces beamed and their bright smiles17up the room. The18in the room was obvious, and19wasn't just about toys. It was a feeling - the feeling I knew20that Christmas so long ago when the women came to visit. I wasn't forgotten. Somebody thought of me. I matter.
| 1． |
|
| 2． |
|
| 3． |
|
| 4． |
|
| 5． |
|
| 6． |
|
| 7． |
|
| 8． |
|
| 9． |
|
| 10． |
|
| 11． |
|
| 12． |
|
| 13． |
|
| 14． |
|
| 15． |
|
| 16． |
|
gift| 17． |
|
| 18． |
|
| 19． |
|
| 20． |
|
Introduction to Letters to Sam
Dear Reader,
Please allow me to tell you something before you read this book. When my1, Sam, was born, my heart was filled with joy. I had been sitting in a wheelchair for 20 years before then, and I have been2ill many times. So I wondered if I would have the3to tell Sam what I had4.
For years I have been hosting a program on the5and writing articles for a magazine. Being6to move freely, I have learned to sit still and keep my heart7, exchanging thoughts with thousands of listeners and8. So when Sam was born, I9to tell him about school and friendship, romance and work, love and everything else. That's how I started to write these10. I hope that Sam would11them sooner or later.
However, that expectation12when Sam showed signs of autism (自闭症) at the age of two. He had actually stopped talking before the discovery of the signs. He13to communicate with others, even the family members. That was14for me but didn't stop me writing on. I realized that I had even15now to tell him. I wanted him to16what it means to be "different" from others, and learn how to fight against the misfortune he'll17as I myself, his grandfather, did. I just18if I could write all that I wanted to say in the rest of my life.
Now,19the book has been published, I have been given the chance. Every chapter in the book is a letter to Sam: some about my life, and all about what it means to be a20.
D aniel Gottlieb
| 1． |
|
| 2． |
|
| 3． |
|
| 4． |
|
| 5． |
|
| 6． |
|
| 7． |
|
| 8． |
|
| 9． |
|
| 10． |
|
| 11． |
|
| 12． |
|
| 13． |
|
| 14． |
|
| 15． |
|
| 16． |
|
| 17． |
|
| 18． |
|
| 19． |
|
| 20． |
|
When I first entered university, my aunt, who id an English professor, gave me a new English dictionary. I was1to see that it was an English-English dictionary, also known as a monolingual dictionary.2it was a dictionary intended for non-native learners, none of my classmates had one3, to be honest, I found it extremely4to use at first. I would look up words in the dictionary and5not fully understand the meanings. I was used to the6bilingual dictionaries, in which the word are7both in English and Chinese. I really wondered why my aunt8to make things so difficult for me. Now, after studying English at university for three years, I9that monolingual dictionaries are10in learning a foreign language.
As I found out, there is,11, often no perfect equivalence(对应)between two12in two languages. My aunt even goes so far as to13that a Chinese "equivalent" can never give you the14meaning of a word in English!15, she insisted that I read the definition(定义)of a word in a monolingual dictionary16I wanted to get a better understanding of its meaning.17, I have come to see what she meant.
Using a monolingual dictionary for learners has helped me in another important way. This dictionary uses a(n)18number of words, around 2,000, in its definitions. When I read these definitions, I am19exposed to(接触)the basic words and learn how they are used to explain objects and ideas.20this, I can express myself more easily in English.
| 1． |
|
| 2． |
|
| 3． |
|
| 4． |
|
| 5． |
|
| 6． |
|
| 7． |
|
| 8． |
|
| 9． |
|
| 10． |
|
| 11． |
|
| 12． |
|
| 13． |
|
| 14． |
|
| 15． |
|
| 16． |
|
| 17． |
|
| 18． |
|
| 19． |
|
| 20． |
|
A man who knows how to write a personal letter has a very powerful tool.A letter can be enjoyed,read and1. It can set up a warm conversation between two people far apart(远离的)；it can keep a2with very little effort.
I will give3. A few years ago my older brother and I were not getting4We had been close as5but had grown apart. Our meetings were not6; our conversation was filled with arguments and quarrels; and every effort to clear the air seemed to only7our misunderstanding. Then he8a small island in the Caribbean and we9touch .One day he wrote me a letter. He describeb his island and its people, told me what he was doing,said how he felt,and encouraged me to10. Rereading the letter, I was11by its humor(幽默)and clever expressions,These were all qualities for which I had12respected my order brother but13he no longer had them.I had never known he could write so14.And with that one letter we became friends15.
It might never have occurred to16to write me if he had not been in a place where there were no17,For him, writing was a necessity, It also turned out to be the best way for us to get back in touch.Because we live in an age of18communication(通讯),people often19that they don't always have to phone or email. They have a20. And that is to write.
| 1． |
|
| 2． |
|
| 3． |
|
| 4． |
|
| 5． |
|
| 6． |
|
| 7． |
|
| 8． |
|
| 9． |
|
| 10． |
|
| 11． |
|
| 12． |
|
| 13． |
|
| 14． |
|
| 15． |
|
| 16． |
|
| 17． |
|
| 18． |
|
| 19． |
|
| 20． |
|
I used to live selfishly, I should admit. But one moment changed me.
I was on my lunch break and had1the office to get something to eat . On the way, I2a busker(街头艺人)，with a hat in front of him. I had some3in my pocket, but I would not give them to him, thinking to myself he would4use the money to feed his addiction to drugs or alcohol. He5like that type-young and ragged.6what was I going to spend the money on? Only to feed my addiction to Coca-Cola or chocolate! I then7I had no right to place myself above8just because he was busking.
I9and dropped all the coins into his10, and he smiled at me, I watched for a while. As11as it sounds, I expected something more to come from that moment-a feeling of12or satisfaction, for example. But nothing happened13, I walked off. "It proved to be a waste of14,"I thought.
On my way home at the end of the15, I saw the busker again and he was16. I watched him pick up the hat and walk17a cafe counter. There he poured the18contents into a tin collecting19an earthquake fund-raising(募捐) event. He was busking for charity(慈善)！
Now I donate any20I have to charity tins and enjoy the feeling of giving.
| 1． |
|
| 2． |
|
| 3． |
|
| 4． |
|
| 5． |
|
| 6． |
|
| 7． |
|
| 8． |
|
| 9． |
|
| 10． |
|
| 11． |
|
| 12． |
|
| 13． |
|
| 14． |
|
| 15． |
|
| 16． |
|
| 17． |
|
| 18． |
|
| 19． |
|
| 20． |
|
粤公网安备 44130202000953号