It was a summer day.An old man was taking a walk down a hill cheerfully.He wiped the sweat(擦汗)from his face and started(1) a song.
Suddenly,he heard a voice. "Hello,sir." The old man turned around,(2) he saw no one."I'm here, " the voice came from beside his feet.The old man looked down and saw a beautiful flower.
"Sir,would you mind answering a question?"(3) the flower."Certainly not,my child.What do you want to know?"said the old man.The flower hesitated(犹豫)for a second and said,"Why are you so(4) ?You are not young and maybe you don't have(5) days left."
The flower went on, "My days(6) and I'm going to wither(枯萎) .That makes me so sad."
The old man laughed, "Yes,I don't have many days left.But so what?(7) waste such a lovely day on something that hasn't happened?"The flower didn't
(8) understand.The old man continued, "What's gone is gone.What's to come is to come.You can't change it.But you can decide to enjoy this very(9) that you truly have."
And he didn't(10) the flower to respond(回应) .He just walked away,continuing with the happy song he had been singing.
(1)A.playing |
B.singing |
C.writing |
(2)A.but |
B.so |
C.or |
(3)A.repeated |
B.replied |
C.asked |
(4)A.worried |
B.happy |
C.tired |
(5)A.some |
B.many |
C.much |
(6)A.have returned |
B.have stood |
C.have passed |
(7)A.Where |
B.What |
C.Why |
(8)A.quite |
B.quietly |
C.seldom |
(9)A.word |
B.moment |
C.voice |
(10)A.wait for |
B.put away |
C.drop by |