完形填空：共20题 每题2分 共40分
As I got up today, I smelt fresh coffee. I woke up to a cup of it with some biscuits on my bedside table. This reminded me of , the old school and college days, when mom used to wake me up by serving a cup of coffee. The taste is still so in my memories.
A thought hit me, "I was in bed, so who prepared this coffee for me? Is it a dream?"
I pinched(掐)myself, ouch... that hurt, which meant I was not I walked out of the room with the cup of coffee, my roommate. I asked him whether he prepared that for me, and the answer was YES.
I was relaxed somehow my heart wanted him to say NO, because I wanted to be in a that my mom prepared it for me. The whole reminded me of mom and I her at that moment.
On my way to my office, I was thinking about those days when mom used to cook my meal. I could not any single day when I slept without food. But now, I no longer the food mom cooked.This very thought tears to my eyes and I decided to call up mom. I reached the office and gave her a call.
The first thing she asked was, "Is everything all right?" I was . And I thought, "How the time has ."
When I was with her, I used to call her after every hour when I was out with my friends. In those days she asked me what was wrong, as she knew that it was my habit. My call at this point of the day to her meant that I was in .
Time has changed, she is still the same, and it is who have changed.
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I had a lot on my mind as I picked up the pieces of what had once been my teddy bear on the snowiest day last year. Only twenty-four hours before, I had been with it in our farmhouse. How quickly things ! The house I had lived in disappeared. The fire had all those things with my memories.
I have never known my mother to be . In fact, my whole family has always been . But when picking up my ashen (灰白色的) clothing on this cold winter morning, she moved with emptiness. The was so heavy to us.
Days passed and the situation didn’t become . After moving to the temporary house, my father told me dealing with this would cost money. It brought about a wave of and life became a struggle.
“Hey, Tony,” a classmate came up to me at lunchtime with a box in her hands. , all my classmates stood up. “Tony, we know what a few days ago. This is not something you have to go through . Alex, Phoebe and I started up the Shoebox Fund for you. Almost every student in our school . We love you and we want you to have this. ” She me with the box. I opened it to find piles of twenty-dollar bills and notes of love.
My eyes were filled with , and I had never been so moved. I had felt so lonely for the days after the fire that I became , unwilling to communicate with others. But these people looked past the rudeness I had them. They were my true friends and by sharing this , they were my family.
Yes, things are getting back to . But what I learned from this journey of discovery will with me forever.
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阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
My mother only had one eye.During elementary school, there was a time my poor mom came to my classroom.She was such a(n) that I showed her a hateful look and ran out.Soon word that I had a one-eye mother.Everybody me.So I told myself that I would grow up and become , because I hated my mom and our desperate .Then I studied really hard and later became a powerful businessman.I was living happily in Seoul and when my mother came to see me, I felt the whole sky was falling apart on me.My little daughter ran away, of my mom’s eye.I asked my mother coldly, “Who are you? I don’t know you!” as if she were a .My mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m sorry.I may have got the wrong ,” and disappeared.Thank God! She didn’t recognize me.I was quite .
One day, a letter a school reunion came to my office.I decided to take part.After the reunion, I to my old home, only to find my mother falling on the cold ground with a in her hand, which read:
My son,
I think my life has been long enough now.I won’t visit Seoul anymore, but would it be too much if I wanted you to visit me once in a while? I you so much.And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.But I decided not to go to the school, for you.I’m that I was an embarrassment for you.You see, when you were very small, you got a(n) , and lost your eye.As a mother, I couldn’t watching you grow up with only one eye, so I gave you mine.I was so proud of my son seeing a new world for me in my place, with that eye.You mean the world to me.
My world shat tered.Then I cried for the person who for me—my mother.
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Many Tuesday mornings.I have coffee with my father.Although my fatheris a man of few words.I really the time along with him.
One recent Tuesday, I found it a bit when I rang the doorbell, no oneseemed to be home.I climbed in through the window, noticing the lights thatshone from the kitchen, and that my dad must be there, but he wasn't.I through his home, checking every room.I tried not to _.Yet.upstairs.downstairs, no Dad anywhere.
I was worried. , my father was seventy-one years old.Anything could have happened to him.Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother’s aerobics（有氧运动）class.
On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our together.Suddenly, I was three years old and he was me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights.In his , I was safe and secure.At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed.Then I was twelve and my dad was ___ all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks.I was so of my father for being so and talented.He’d made my party a .
As I entered my mother’s class, I was nervous.My mom looked at me in .
“Mom, where’s Dad?” I asked, “He’s working in the on the side of the house!” she answered.
And I hurried to my car and back to the yard.“Hey, Dad!” I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour.My dad laughing his typical laugh that was always .I was so thankful that I still had my daddy.And so , as I the door to my father’s house, we went inside for our usually cup of coffee.
Thanks, Daddy, for all the and more importantly, for all your love.
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The journey of water as it flows upon the earth can be a mirror of our own paths through life.Water begins its _____ on earth as it falls from the sky and streams down a mountain into a stream or river.In the same way, we come into the world and begin our lives on earth.Like a river that flows within the ____ of its banks, we are born with certain defining characteristics that ____ our identity.We are born in a specific time and place, within a specific family, and with certain gifts and ____.With these limitations, we move through life, ____many twists, turns, and barriers along the way just as a river ____.
Water is a great teacher that shows us ____ to move through the world with grace, bravery, determination, and ____.When a river ____ at a waterfall, it gains energy and moves on, as we face our own waterfalls, we may fall hard ____we always keep moving on.Water can inspire us not to become rigid (死板的)with fear or stick to what’s familiar.Water is ____ and does not waste time sticking to its past, but flows onward without ____.At the same time, when there is a ____ to be filled, water does not run away from it in ____ of the dark; instead, water modestly and bravely fills the empty space.In the same way, we can face the ____ moments of our life rather than run away from them.
____, a river will empty into the sea.Water does not hold back from ____in a larger body, nor does it fear a loss of ____ or control.It gracefully and modestly falls into the vastness by contributing its energy and joining without ____.Each time we move beyond our individual characters to become part of something bigger, we can try our best to _____ the lead of the river.
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Most parents, I suppose, have had the experience of reading a bedtime story to their children.And they must have how difficult it is to write a children’s book.Either the author has aimed too , so that the children can’t follow what is in his (or more often, her) story, the story seems to be talking to the readers.
The best children’s books are very difficult nor very simple, and satisfy both the who hears the story and the adult who it.Unfortunately, there are in fact few books like this, the problem of finding the right bedtime story is not to solve.This may be why many of the books regarded as of children’s literature were in fact written for .“Alice in wonderland” is perhaps the most obvious of this.
Children, left for themselves, often the worst possible interest in literature.Just leave a child in a bookshop or a and he will more willingly choose the books written in an imaginative way, or have a look at most children’s comics, full of the stories and jokes which are the objections of teachers and right-thinking parents.
Perhaps we parents should stop to brainwash children into accepting our taste in literature.After all children and adults are so that we parents should not expect that they will enjoy the same books.So I suppose we’ll just have to compromise（妥协） over the bedtime story.
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