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1The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and knocked into the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. “How embarrassing! I am getting so clumsy in my old age.”Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, “Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment.”Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. “I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home.”He looked at us and said, “I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish.”Franks voice dropped a bit. “When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school, I would shrink (畏缩) down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch (喷出) a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!”He paused and then went on, “I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, “No, Dad.” It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face. I said, “Dad, Im too old for a goodbye kiss. Im too old for any kind of kiss.” My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. Then he turned and looked out the windshield. “ Youre right,” he said. “ You are a big boy.a man. I wont kiss you anymore.”Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. “It wasnt long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet (船队) stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a strong wind and was trying to save the nets and the floats.”I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. “Guys, you dont know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheekto feel his rough old face to smell the ocean on him to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss.”1. When his father drove him to the school, Frank would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear because _.A. he was ashamed of his fathers old truck B. he thought he was old enough to go to school aloneC. he didnt want his schoolmates to see his fatherD. he hated the way his schoolmates stared at his father2. In Franks eyes, when his father said “You are a big boy a man.”, he probably felt _.A. disappointedB. hurtC. excitedD. proud3. According to the story we can conclude that Franks father _.A. was quite confident in his skills in fishing B. loved his children but hardly expressed itC. seldom gave up faced with challenges D. was full of devotion to his family4. By saying the sentence “I wish I had been a man then”, Frank meant _.A. he was fed up with his father kissing him goodbye B. he deeply regretted what he had done to his fatherC. he was then too young to refuse a goodbye kiss D. he hoped that his father would forgive him5. Which of the following may be the best title for this passage?A. The Smell of the Ocean B. We All Need LoveC. A Goodbye Kiss D. Fathers Embarrassment56-60 ABDBC2Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face. Living alone, every day he worked in his garden. In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his. All sorts of flowers grew there, blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flowers place, so that there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell. Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller. So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans that hed never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with fruits. The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled, feeling proud of having such a friend. The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true friendship. In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger. Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see him then. “Theres no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts.” The Miller said to his wife, “When people are in trouble they shouldnt be bothered. So Ill wait till the spring comes when hes happy to give me flowers.” “Youre certainly very thoughtful,” answered his wife, “Its quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.” “Couldnt we ask Hans up here?” said their son. “Ill give him half my meal, and show him my white rabbits.” “How silly you are!” cried the Miller. “I really dont know whats the use of sending you to school. If Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybodys nature. I am his best friend, and Ill always watch over him, and see that hes not led into any temptation. Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldnt be confused. The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things. Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son, who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into his tea. Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans. Again he talked about friendship. “Hans, friendship never forgets. Im afraid you dont understand the poetry of life. See, how lovely your roses are!” Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard time of the winter. “Ill give you many good things. I think being generous is the base of friendship.” said the Miller. “And now, as Ill give you many good things, Im sure youd like to give me some flowers in return. Heres the basket, and fill it quite full.” Poor Hans was afraid to say anything. He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Millers basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller. The next day he heard the Miller calling: “Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to market?” “Im sorry, but I am really very busy today.” “Well,” said the Miller, “considering that Im going to give you my things, its rather unfriendly of you to refuse. Upon my word, you mustnt mind my speaking quite plainly to you.” Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry and wasted. One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came. “Hans,” cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and Im going for the Doctor. But he lives so far away, and its such a bad windy night. It has just occurred to me that you can go instead of me. You know Im going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me in return.” “Certainly,” cried Hans. He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the Millers house in time to save the boy. However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a deep pool, drowned. At Hans funeral, the Miller said, “I was his best friend. I should walk at the head of the procession.” Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. 1. “Flour is one thing, and friendship is another” can be understood as _. A. “Different words may mean quite different things.” B. “Interest is permanent while friendship is flexible.” C. “Im afraid you dont understand the poetry of life.” D. “I think being generous is the base of friendship.”2. From the passage, we can learn that Hans _. A. was extremely wise and noble B. was highly valued by the Miller C. admired the Miller very much D. had a strong desire for fortune 3. The author described the Millers behavior in order to _. A. warn the readers about the danger of a false friend B. show the friendship between Hans and the Miller C. entertain the readers with an incredible joking tale D. persuade people to be as intelligent as the Miller4. Whats the main cause of Hans tragedy? A. True friendship between them. B. A lack of formal education. C. A sudden change of weather. D. Blind devotion to a friend. 5. From the Millers talk at home, we can see he was _. A. serious but kind B. selfish and cold-hearted C. caring but strict D. helpful and generous56-60:BCADB 3Dear Malia and Sasha, I know that youve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldnt have let you have. But I also know that it hasnt always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesnt make up for all the time weve been apart. I know how much Ive missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey. When I was a young man, I thought life was all about meabout how Id make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didnt seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldnt count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls, thats why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation. I want all our children to go to schools worthy of their potentialschools that challenge them, inspire them, and instill in them a sense of wonder about the world around them. I want them to have the chance to go to collegeeven if their parents arent rich. And I want them to get good jobs: jobs that pay well and give them benefits like health care, jobs that let them spend time with their own kids and retire with dignity. I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that youll live to see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other. Sometimes we have to send our young men and women into war and other dangerous situations to protect our countrybut when we do, I want to make sure that it is only for a very good reason, that we try our best to settle our differences with others peacefully, and that we do everything possible to keep our servicemen and women safe. And I want every child to understand that the blessings these brave Americans fight for are not freethat with the great privilege of being a citizen of this nation comes great responsibility. That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago should mean something. She helped me understand that America is great not because it is perfect but because it can always be made betterand that the unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. Its a charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new generation to what we know America should be. I hope both of you will take up that work, righting the wrongs that you see and working to give others the chances youve had. Not just because you have an obligation to give something back to this country that has given our family so muchalthough you do have that obligation. But because you have an obligation to yourself. Because it is only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you will realize your true potential. These are the things I want for youto grow up in a world with no limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. Thats why Ive taken our family on this great adventure. I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humor as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House. Love, Dad1. Who was most probably the writer? A. A headmaster managing a primary school. B. A candidate to run for President of U.S.A. C. A manager running international business. D. A commander experiencing a war in a foreign country.2. What does the underlined word “journey” (Paragraph 1) really mean? A. a trip to a place of interest B. a process to bring up their childrenC. a campaign to run for the president D. a visit to their hometown to meet their grandmother3 What do we know about Malia and Sashas grandmother? A. She had a perfect way to educate children. B. She encouraged the writer to join the army. C. She bought a lovely puppy for her grandchildren. D. She often read the Declaration of Independence to her grandchildren.4. From the letter we can learn that the writer was _. A. kind and hesitant B. ambitious and considerate C. selfish but merciful D. successful but stubborn5. According to the letter, which of the following is NOT true? A. The writer and his two daughters had been apart for a long time. B. The writer hoped that his daughters would live up to his great expectations. C. The only way to settle the differences in the world is through violence. D. There still exist some divides of race and region, gender and religion somewhere in the world.6. What is the writers purpose of writing the letter? A. Encouraging his daughters to run for President in the future. B. Explaining the whole international situation to his daughters. C. Educating his daughters how to defend their country. D. Apologizing to his daughters for his not being able to stay together with them for such a long time.BCABCD4At Denver there was an crowd of passengers into the coaches（车厢） on the eastbound B. & M. express. In one coach there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant taste and surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of an experienced traveler. Among the newcomers were two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold, frank face expression and manner; the other a ruffled, glum-faced person, heavily built and roughly dressed. The two were handcuffed（拷上手铐） together.As they passed down the aisle of the coach the only available seat offered was a reversed one facing the attractive young woman. Here the linked couple seated themselves. The young womans glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely smile brightening her face and a tender pink tingeing（稍加染色，影响） her rounded cheeks, she held out a little gray-gloved hand. When she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate, proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to speak and be heard.Well, Mr. Easton, if you will make me speak first, I suppose I must. Dont you ever recognize old friends when you meet them in the West?The younger man aroused himself sharply at the sound of her voice, seemed to struggle with a slight embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then clasped her fingers with his left hand.Its Miss Fairchild, he said, with a smile. Ill ask you to excuse the other hand; its otherwise engaged just at present.He slightly raised his right hand, bound at the wrist by the shining bracelet to the left one of his companion. The glad look in the girls eyes slowly changed to a bewildered horror. The glow faded from her cheeks. Her lips parted