My mother （water) _________ flowers when I came back.

e were six children, and a mother and a father, we were not by any means alone in the house. We were sharing it with big families of mice and spiders(蜘蛛). There were great- grandparents, grandparents, fathers and mothers, and hundreds of mouse and spider children.

My mother would never let us kill a spider, not even a hairy old grandfather. "If you want to live and rich," she used to say, "let a spider run alive." And so the spiders, our enemies, were beaten and kicked but never killed. But she had no such dealing with the mice.

One of our problems was that my mother hated cats; and we never owned a single cat. We kept dogs, often two or three at the same time, but very few dogs can move fast enough to catch a lively young mouse. Every night we set a dozen mousetraps(捕鼠器), each with a small piece of cheese. Sometimes the cheese disappeared, but the mice usually seemed too wise to go near the traps. We seldom caught anything.

My mother herself had far better luck. Her arms and hands moved as fast as any cat's paws. Often, when she was scrubbing or polishing a floor on her hands and knees, some foolish little grey fellow would try to run past her. He never got very far. Quick as lightning her hard hands would smack(用掌击) together--and there on the floor would be one dead mouse. "Oh, you were a proud one," she would say to it then.

One day my father decided to clean out the water tank, which stood on four iron legs in a corner upstairs. He was soon sorry that he had started the job. In the mud at the bottom of the tank, there were sixteen of the little grey fellows, all as solid and hard as stones. We had been drinking the water from that tank for twelve years.

Which of followlng statements is true？

A．Because the house was old, the family were troubled by lots of mice and spiders.

B．The children did not live in the house because they were afraid of the spiders.

C．The trouble was that there was no water supply in the old house.

D．Spiders and mice are a part of the family.

根据以下内容回答题：

When l was a child，I lived with my mother，my father having been away to work in the town．1 was then not（1）nine years old，lonely and expectant，（2）for things which I knew little about．1 walked out alone one morning along the mountain tops（3）my home stood．The sun had not yet risen，and the air（4）rain of the night and he mountain grass was heavy（5）tiny drops of water．As I looked back，I could see the marks my feet（6）on the long grassy slope behind me．1 walked till I came to a place（7）a little stream ran into the deep valley below．Here it passed between soft．（8）banks：at one place a large slice of earth had fallen away from the bank on the other side，and it had made a little island a few feet wide with water（9）all round it．It was covered with a weed with vellow flowers and long waving grasses．I sat down on the bank（10）a short pine tree．All the plants on the island were dark with the heavy raindrops of the night，and the sun had not vet risen．

1.

A.yet

B.however

C.but

D.nevertheless

I was then not (11)______ nine years old，lonely and expectant， (12)______ for things which I knew little about.

I walked out alone one morning along the mountain tops (13)______ my home stood. The sun had not yet risen，and the air (14)______ rain of the night and the mountain grass was heavy (15)______ tiny drops of water. As I looked back，I could see the marks my feet (16)______ on the long grassy slope behind me. I walked till I came to a place (17)______ a little stream ran into the deep valley below. Here it passed between soft， (18)______ banks；at one place a large slice of earth had fallen away from the bank on the other side，and it had made a little island a few feet wide with water (19)______ all round it. It was covered with a weed with yellow flowers and long waving grasses. I sat down on the bank (20)______ a short pine tree. All the plants on the island were dark with the heavy raindrops of the night，and the sun had not yet risen.

(11)

A．yet

B．however

C．but

D．nevertheless

I was then not (11)______ nine years old，lonely and expectant， (12)______ for things which I knew little about.

I walked out alone one morning along the mountain tops (13)______ my home stood. The sun had not yet risen，and the air (14)______ rain of the night and the mountain grass was heavy (15)______ tiny drops of water. As I looked back，I could see the marks my feet (16)______ on the long grassy slope behind me. I walked till I came to a place (17)______ a little stream ran into the deep valley below. Here it passed between soft， (18)______ banks；at one place a large slice of earth had fallen away from the bank on the other side，and it had made a little island a few feet wide with water (19)______ all round it. It was covered with a weed with yellow flowers and long waving grasses. I sat down on the bank (20)______ a short pine tree. All the plants on the island were dark with the heavy raindrops of the night，and the sun had not yet risen.

(11)

A．yet

B．however

C．but

D．nevertheless

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Summers with father were always enjoyable. Swimming, hiking, boating, fishing the days were not long enough to contain all of our activities. There never seemed to be enough time to go to church, which disturbed some friends and relations. Accused of neglecting this part of our education, my father instituted a summer school for my brother and me. However, his summer course included ancient history, which Papa felt our schools neglected, and navigation, in which we first had a formal examination in the dining room, part of which consisted of tying several knots in a given time limit. Then we were each separately sent on what was grandly referred to as a cruise in my father's 18 foot knockabout, spending the night on board, and loaded down, according to my mother, with enough food for a week. I remember that on my cruise I was required to formally plot our course, using the tide table, even though our goal was an island I could see quite clearly across the water in the distance.

What was the original reason for holding the summer school？

A．The father wanted the children to learn more about religion.

B．The children got poor grades in their regular school.

C．The regular school teachers neglected the children.

D．Friends and relatives thought the children should learn religion.

第二节 完型填空

阅读下面短文，从短文后所给的[A]、[B]、[C]三个选项中选择能填入相应空白处的最佳选项。

"What’s the matter, mum？"

As soon as I enter the door, I find that my mother is. It’s unusual—she usually【C1】______the door and welcomes me with a smile!

"She’s dying," mum says sadly. I【C2】______what she says. The tulip(郁金香), mother's favorite flower, is dying.

A month ago, we moved【C3】______our new house and mum bought a very beautiful tulip. Mum liked it very much.【C4】______she was free, she would sit in her armchair beside the tulip and enjoy its beautiful color【C5】______inviting smell.

She treated it like a baby and looked after it【C6】______. She put the tulip by the window and moved it from one place to【C7】______to give the tulip enough sunshine. The first thing she did when she【C8】______every morning was to water the tulip. Mum also fertilized(施肥)it many times.

She hoped that with great care, the tulip would become more and more beautiful and【C9】______. But the tulip was dying because of too much sunshine, water and fertilizer.

It’s true that mother loves the tulip. But this kind of love【C10】______be harmful. Love can sometimes kill what you love.

【C1】

A．closes

B．opens

C．keeps

mother said to him, "Mike, your hands are very __1__ again. Go and wash them." But Mike never really washed them well. He only put his hands in the water for a few seconds and then took them __2__ again.

Mike's uncle and aunt lived in another city. One day they came to stay with Mike's parents, and they brought their small son, Ted, with them. Ted was a year __3__ than Mike, and he didn't like soap and water either.

The boys sat with their parents __4__ a few minutes, but then they went outside. When they were alone, Mike looked at Ted's hands and then said proudly, "My hands are dirtier than __5__."

"Of course they are," Ted answered angrily. "You're a year older than I am."

1)、A.yours

B.for

C.out

D.younger

E.dirty

2)、A.yours

B.for

C.out

D.younger

E.dirty

3)、A.yours

B.for

C.out

D.younger

E.dirty

4)、A.yours

B.for

C.out

D.younger

E.dirty

5)、A.yours

B.for

C.out

D.younger

E.dirty

Obviously, nuclear power can never be the only (solve) ________ to energy crisis.

27. It was in his childhood that he read most of the books (write) ________ by Mark Twain.

28. Nobody at the meeting would (belief) ________ that the new proposal could be carried out smoothly.

29.If the rent is as much as $750 a month, water, gas and electricity should (include) ________.

30. The lecture was so (bore)________ that many classroom fell asleep.

31. Mr. Smith considered (sell) ________ his car and his house before moving to Beijing.

32. My mother (enjoy) ________ a better health since we came to live in this beautiful seaside city.

33. The government is trying to find a way to deal with the problem of pollution (effective) ________.

34. The young man did not have enough money; otherwise he (buy) ________ a more expensive watch.

35. With the help of the police, the woman finally found her (lose) ________ child after a sleepless night.

e sifts through water, salt, and vegetable. Beneath her nails are saffron flakes of red pepper powder. My mother wears an apron; under it her stomach is full and round. The apron is blue with red borders. I remember she bought it one day at Woodward’s on sale.

I sit at the kitchen table beneath a peach-painted ceiling and a chandelier with oversized plastic teardrops. Every now then I get up and walk over to the counter, peer into the yellow tub, watch, pretend to watch, and then sit down again. Across from me, the little knick-knacks my mother loves So much-ceramic flowers, Delfts-blue miniature vases, a figurine forever windblown -- are arranged carefully upon the window sill.

My mother's hands are thin-skinned, pale, spotted and freckled with age and sun. The nails are thick, almost yellow. A few strands of hair, not quite black, fall over her forehead and her mouth is slightly open, the tip of her tongue just visible between her teeth as she lifts and mixes the cabbage leaves. "Are you paying attention？" she wants to know, and I nod at ceramic flowers, Delfts-blue miniature vases, a figurine forever windblown.

Kim chee is pickled cabbage. Friends always ask me for botfies of the stuff: Mama Kim’s special recipe, they tease. I pass this on the my mother and she grumbles and laughs, embarrassed, pleased.

My mother’s hands lle in my lap and I touch them carefully, life them like small, live animals, fit them into the plans of my own hands, turn them over and think of crab-hunting as a child and a trail of overturned, shell-encrusted sea rocks.

Once I told my mother that I would like to photograph' her hands, and she peered down at them, lifted her hands up to her face suspiciously as if seeing them for the first time. "My hands？" she asked, and I went and fetched some skin lotion from the bathroom. Her hands were too dry.

I had her sit on the couch in the living-room. The couch was floral-patterned and she sat in the centre of it, awkward, distracted. I took the pictures, head-to-toe shots, some of her hands alone. They lay limply in her lap. She held one hand with the other. She didn’t know what else to do with them. I took the pictures. Every ten minutes or so she got up and walked to the kitchen, checked the oven, the various pots. My father walked by once, and joked, "How about my hands？"

The cabbage leaves are washed and salted and rinsed. This much I remember. A winter’s sun floats in through the window, plays weakly with the plastic tear-drops, falls down onto the kitchen table, onto my own hands. I suppose they will soon lock like hers.

I get up, restless, lean over the counter, try to concentrate. Every year for the last five years or so I have asked my mother to teach me how to pickle cabbage. Every year I have watched her hands, seen the aprons change, the stomach grow more round -- the cabbage leaves are washed and salted and rinsed. This much I remember.

I take the roils of film to a friend who knows something about photography. He develops them and is impressed. He sees a small Asian woman, smiling hesitantly into a camera, lost among the flowers of living-room couches. She is tired and stiff. My friend doesn’t even notice her hands. He calls the photos "real", I call them "disappointing".

The kim chee is just made so it is not quite ripe, but we eat a little of it at dinner, anyway. My father tells me his story about villagers who ran away during the war, as the bombs came down, with earthenware kim chee pots in their anus. It is favourite, not quite-ripe kim chee story.

When the winter sunlight comes through the kitchen window, tear-refracted onto my own hands. I stop writing and put down my pen. My mother asks, "What are you writing？" And I tell her that I am writing about kim chee. She laughs, "You don’t even kn

A．My mother’s hand.

B．Pickled cabbage.

C．Kim chee.

D．My mother.