I still remember my first day at school in London and I was half-excited and half-frightened. On my way to school I wondered what sort of questions the other boys would ask me and practiced all the answers: “I am nine years old. I was born here but I haven’t lived here since I was two. I was living in Farley. It’s about thirty miles away. I came back to London two months ago.” I also wondered if it was the custom for boys to fight strangers like me, but I was tall for my age. I hoped they would decide not to risk it.

No one took any notice of me before school. I stood in the center of the playground, expecting someone to say “hello”, but no one spoke to me. When a teacher called my name and told me where my classroom was, one or two boys looked at me but that was all.

My teacher was called Mr. Jones. There were 42 boys in the class, so I didn’t stand out there, either, until the first lesson of the afternoon. Mr. Jones was very fond of Charles Dickens and he had decided to read aloud to us from David Copperfield, but first he asked several boys if they knew Dickens’ birthplace, but no one guessed right. A boy called Brian, the biggest in the class, said: “Timbuktu”, and Mr. Jones went red in the face. Then he asked me. I said: “Portsmouth”, and everyone stared at me because Mr. Jones said I was right. This didn’t make me very popular, of course.

“He thinks he’s clever,” I heard Brian say.

After that, we went out to the playground to play football. I was in Brian’s team, and he obviously had Dickens in mind because he told me to go in goal. No one ever wanted to be the goalkeeper.

“He’s big enough and useless enough.” Brian said when someone asked him why he had chosen me.

I suppose Mr. Jones, who served as the judge, remembered Dickens, too, because when the game was nearly over, Brian pushed one of the players on the other team, and he gave them a penalty (懲罰). As the boy kicked the ball to my right, I threw myself down instinctively (本能地) and saved it. All my team crowded round me. My bare knees were injured and bleeding. Brian took out a handkerchief and offered it to me.

“Do you want to join my gang (幫派)?” he said.

At the end of the day, I was no longer a stranger.

1.The writer prepared to answer all of the following questions EXCEPT “          ”.

A. How old are you?

B. Where are you from?

C. Do you want to join my gang?

D. When did you come back to London?

2.We can learn from the passage that           .

A. boys were usually unfriendly to new students

B. the writer was not greeted as he expected

C. Brian praised the writer for his cleverness

D. the writer was glad to be a goalkeeper

3.The underlined part “I didn’t stand out” in paragraph 3 means that the writer was not       .

A. noticeable                       B. welcome                          C. important                         D. foolish

4.The writer was offered a handkerchief because          .

A. he threw himself down and saved the goal

B. he pushed a player on the other team

C. he was beginning to be accepted

D. he was no longer a newcomer

When I was a kid, I always used to wonder how in the world my father work outside in the winter without a coat. It could be minus 20 degrees centigrade and there’d be Dad, removing snow, or perhaps chopping some wood --- his coat thrown  aside--- wearing a shirt , a cap, and a pair of gloves.
“Aren’t you cold, Dad?” I’d ask. “No,” Dad would reply. “I’m not cold--- working too hard to be cold.”
Many times I wondered whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.
One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day—and bitterly cold.
After we’d been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold.
“Daddy, my feet are cold.” I said.
“Yeah, it’s cold out here today,” he replied.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Walk around. Make some circles in the snow. See how many different patterns you can make. That will get your feet warm.”
Now, I was just a little girl at the time but I remember thinking, “How in the world will walking around in the snow make my feet warm? Dad must be out of mind.
But he was my father, after all. I made circles in the snow. I made squares. Pretty soon I was having so much fun making patterns in the snow. I forgot about my feet being cold.
Now, all these years later, I know, too, from personal experience how my father was able to take his coat off and work outside in the winter wearing just a shirt, a cap and gloves. Because I do it, too. “Aren’t you cold?” my husband asked one winter day. “No,” I replied. “I’m not cold—working too hard to be cold.”
I hope my husband has decided I’m both tough and smart. But I guess quite a bit of the time he thinks I’m foolish.
Wherever Dad is in that great big farm in the sky—I’m sure he can’t help but smile whenever I take my coat off while I’m working outside in the winter.
【小題1】When the author’s feet felt cold, her father advised her to              .

I still remember my first day at school in London and I was half-excited and half-frightened. On my way to school I wondered what sort of questions the other boys would ask me and practiced all the answers: “I am nine years old. I was born here but I haven’t lived here since I was two. I was living in Farley. It’s about thirty miles away. I came back to London two months ago.” I also wondered if it was the custom for boys to fight strangers like me, but I was tall for my age. I hoped they would decide not to risk it.

No one took any notice of me before school. I stood in the center of the playground, expecting someone to say “hello”, but no one spoke to me. When a teacher called my name and told me where my classroom was, one or two boys looked at me but that was all.

My teacher was called Mr. Jones. There were 42 boys in the class, so I didn’t stand out there, either, until the first lesson of the afternoon. Mr. Jones was very fond of Charles Dickens and he had decided to read aloud to us from David Copperfield, but first he asked several boys if they knew Dickens’ birthplace, but no one guessed right. A boy called Brian, the biggest in the class, said: “Timbuktu”, and Mr. Jones went red in the face. Then he asked me. I said: “Portsmouth”, and everyone stared at me because Mr. Jones said I was right. This didn’t make me very popular, of course.

“He thinks he’s clever,” I heard Brian say.

After that, we went out to the playground to play football. I was in Brian’s team, and he obviously had Dickens in mind because he told me to go in goal. No one ever wanted to be the goalkeeper.

“He’s big enough and useless enough.” Brian said when someone asked him why he had chosen me.

I suppose Mr. Jones, who served as the judge, remembered Dickens, too, because when the game was nearly over, Brian pushed one of the players on the other team, and he gave them a penalty (懲罰). As the boy kicked the ball to my right, I threw myself down instinctively (本能地) and saved it. All my team crowded round me. My bare knees were injured and bleeding. Brian took out a handkerchief and offered it to me.

“Do you want to join my gang (幫派)?” he said.

At the end of the day, I was no longer a stranger.

1.The writer prepared to answer all of the following questions EXCEPT “          ”.

2.We can learn from the passage that           .

3.The underlined part “I didn’t stand out” in paragraph 3 means that the writer was not       .

4.The writer was offered a handkerchief because          .

Every Saturday or Sunday night my family and I go out and feed the homeless people in the city of Orlando. There are thousands of people across the United States without any food or shelter. My family and I have been doing this for several months.
We all get together in the kitchen and prepare the food. Some of the meals are sandwiches, cookies and a bottle of water. Sometimes my mom prepares a steaming hot delicious meal. We then bag them all up to feed 30 or more people.
I like to write special notes on the bags like “God loves you.” Before my family and I get into the car we ask God for protection in a family prayer. A lot of people misunderstand homeless people. Not all homeless people are drug addicts or bad people. Some are really nice. Some of them just had bad things that happened to them.
At first when my family and I went out on the street we had to earn their trust. A lot of people are unkind to them for no good reason. But now that they see us every week, they trust us. We even know some of their names. We all have to remember that these are people that have feelings. Some of them shake our hands for giving them food, and thank us. Some of them do really funny dances because they are happy.
We have become really close with this man named Tony and his wife. They have all of their personal belongings in shopping carts. After meeting with them several times he has told us a lot about his life. He graduated from Harvard University and has a PHD. He used to teach French and Spanish. He lost his job after the economic crisis began.
After we get done feeding the homeless, it makes me appreciate what I have at home. Sometimes it makes me sad, and makes my mom cry. I love feeding the homeless, and making a difference in someone’s life.
【小題1】The following statements are all right except _________.

I still remember my first day at school in London and I was half-excited and half-frightened. On my way to school I wondered what sort of questions the other boys would ask me and practiced all the answers: “I am nine years old. I was born here but I haven’t lived here since I was two. I was living in Farley. It’s about thirty miles away. I came back to London two months ago.” I also wondered if it was the custom for boys to fight strangers like me, but I was tall for my age. I hoped they would decide not to risk it.
No one took any notice of me before school. I stood in the center of the playground, expecting someone to say “hello”, but no one spoke to me. When a teacher called my name and told me where my classroom was, one or two boys looked at me but that was all.
My teacher was called Mr. Jones. There were 42 boys in the class, so I didn’t stand out there, either, until the first lesson of the afternoon. Mr. Jones was very fond of Charles Dickens and he had decided to read aloud to us from David Copperfield, but first he asked several boys if they knew Dickens’ birthplace, but no one guessed right. A boy called Brian, the biggest in the class, said: “Timbuktu”, and Mr. Jones went red in the face. Then he asked me. I said: “Portsmouth”, and everyone stared at me because Mr. Jones said I was right. This didn’t make me very popular, of course.
“He thinks he’s clever,” I heard Brian say.
After that, we went out to the playground to play football. I was in Brian’s team, and he obviously had Dickens in mind because he told me to go in goal. No one ever wanted to be the goalkeeper.
“He’s big enough and useless enough.” Brian said when someone asked him why he had chosen me.
I suppose Mr. Jones, who served as the judge, remembered Dickens, too, because when the game was nearly over, Brian pushed one of the players on the other team, and he gave them a penalty (懲罰). As the boy kicked the ball to my right, I threw myself down instinctively (本能地) and saved it. All my team crowded round me. My bare knees were injured and bleeding. Brian took out a handkerchief and offered it to me.
“Do you want to join my gang (幫派)?” he said.
At the end of the day, I was no longer a stranger.
【小題1】The writer prepared to answer all of the following questions EXCEPT “          ”.

When I was a kid, I always used to wonder how in the world my father work outside in the winter without a coat. It could be minus 20 degrees centigrade and there’d be Dad, removing snow, or perhaps chopping some wood --- his coat thrown  aside--- wearing a shirt , a cap, and a pair of gloves.

“Aren’t you cold, Dad?” I’d ask. “No,” Dad would reply. “I’m not cold--- working too hard to be cold.”

Many times I wondered whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.

One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day—and bitterly cold.

After we’d been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold.

“Daddy, my feet are cold.” I said.

“Yeah, it’s cold out here today,” he replied.

“Tell you what,” he said. “Walk around. Make some circles in the snow. See how many different patterns you can make. That will get your feet warm.”

Now, I was just a little girl at the time but I remember thinking, “How in the world will walking around in the snow make my feet warm? Dad must be out of mind.

But he was my father, after all. I made circles in the snow. I made squares. Pretty soon I was having so much fun making patterns in the snow. I forgot about my feet being cold.

Now, all these years later, I know, too, from personal experience how my father was able to take his coat off and work outside in the winter wearing just a shirt, a cap and gloves. Because I do it, too. “Aren’t you cold?” my husband asked one winter day. “No,” I replied. “I’m not cold—working too hard to be cold.”

I hope my husband has decided I’m both tough and smart. But I guess quite a bit of the time he thinks I’m foolish.

Wherever Dad is in that great big farm in the sky—I’m sure he can’t help but smile whenever I take my coat off while I’m working outside in the winter.

1.When the author’s feet felt cold, her father advised her to              .

A．go home alone first                      B．keep walking in the snow

C．draw pictures in the snow                 D．light a fire on the ice

2.Hearing her father’s advice, the author thought her father              .

A．forgettable        B．warm-hearted      C．crazy             D．cruel

3.What might the author’s husband think of her?

A．Tough            B．Smart             C．Brave            D．Foolish

4.The author’s purpose of writing this passage is to              .

A．remember her tough and smart father

B．show how her father cared about her

C．describe memories of her childhood

D．explain why her father loved her so much

Visiting the Arctic

ZHOU Mingfeng, 17, has only stepped out of his birthplace, Qingdao, once to visit the top of the world, the Arctic!

The Senior 2 student from the High School Attached to Ocean University of China joined a two-week journey to the Arctic at the beginning of this month, after he was recommended for the trip. Including his teacher, Wu Jianying, the adventure group consisted of 12 students and teachers from China, Spain, Canada, Britain and the US.

“The trip brought the whole subject of geography and climate change to life,” Zhou said.

Before they landed by air on Canada’s research icebreaker (破冰船) in the Arctic, Amundsen, the group visited an Inuit (英紐特人的) community. Zhou also got the chance to experience dog-sledding for the first time!

He was surprised to find that Inuit people don’t live in snow igloos (圓頂建筑) any longer. “They live in modern, warm wooden houses and travel mostly by snowmobile,” he said.

During the time on board Amundsen, every day was science orientated (以……為主). Zhou and other teenagers were guided by scientists, who work there, to take part in laboratory and field work. Sometimes they went outside to collect ice and snow samples for experiments despite the windy, freezing climate.

As the only Chinese student, Zhou didn’t feel very confident due to his English inefficiency.

“Those students soon got close to the onboard scientists and became involved (參與) in their research,” he recalled in admiration.

However, it didn’t prevent Zhou from enjoying the unique and remote life there.

When the wind died and the sun shone on the frozen desert, Zhou and his new friends recorded their days with photo shoots out on the ice beside the Amundsen!

“The views were breathtaking! Everything around us seemed lifeless, which is shocking,” he said.

But there proved to be something alive, under the ice caps. A seal popped out of the water below the ship and greeted them on the last day of their stay.

“It was the only animal I saw in the Arctic!” he said. “But it’s a pity that I didn’t see a single polar bear in the ‘capital’ of the creature.

59. According to the passage, the students and teachers visiting Artic are most likely to _______.

A. go sightseeing          B. take part in some science research

C. learn English           D. learn about Inuit community

60. In the passage, Amundsen is _________.

A. an icebreaker   B. an Inuit igloo   C. a place in Artic    D. a dog-drawn sled

61. Which of the following is NOT true according to the passage?

A. Zhou was surprised to find the Inuit lived in modern, warm wooden houses.

B. Zhou visited an Inuit community first.

C. Zhou’s inefficient English made him unable to enjoy the life in Artic.

D. Zhou took many photos with his new friends.

62. The underlined sentence “The trip brought the whole subject of geography and climate change to life,” in Paragraph 3 probably means _________.

A. The trip made what had been learned in geography lessons more vivid or interesting.

B. The trip suddenly started working.

C. The trip completely changed his life.   

D. The trip made animals in Artic live.

Visiting the Arctic
ZHOU Mingfeng, 17, has only stepped out of his birthplace, Qingdao, once to visit the top of the world, the Arctic!
The Senior 2 student from the High School Attached to Ocean University of China joined a two-week journey to the Arctic at the beginning of this month, after he was recommended for the trip. Including his teacher, Wu Jianying, the adventure group consisted of 12 students and teachers from China, Spain, Canada, Britain and the US.
“The trip brought the whole subject of geography and climate change to life,” Zhou said.
Before they landed by air on Canada’s research icebreaker (破冰船) in the Arctic, Amundsen, the group visited an Inuit (英紐特人的) community. Zhou also got the chance to experience dog-sledding for the first time!
He was surprised to find that Inuit people don’t live in snow igloos (圓頂建筑) any longer. “They live in modern, warm wooden houses and travel mostly by snowmobile,” he said.
During the time on board Amundsen, every day was science orientated (以……為主). Zhou and other teenagers were guided by scientists, who work there, to take part in laboratory and field work. Sometimes they went outside to collect ice and snow samples for experiments despite the windy, freezing climate.
As the only Chinese student, Zhou didn’t feel very confident due to his English inefficiency.
“Those students soon got close to the onboard scientists and became involved (參與) in their research,” he recalled in admiration.
However, it didn’t prevent Zhou from enjoying the unique and remote life there.
When the wind died and the sun shone on the frozen desert, Zhou and his new friends recorded their days with photo shoots out on the ice beside the Amundsen!
“The views were breathtaking! Everything around us seemed lifeless, which is shocking,” he said.
But there proved to be something alive, under the ice caps. A seal popped out of the water below the ship and greeted them on the last day of their stay.
“It was the only animal I saw in the Arctic!” he said. “But it’s a pity that I didn’t see a single polar bear in the ‘capital’ of the creature.
59. According to the passage, the students and teachers visiting Artic are most likely to _______.
A. go sightseeing          B. take part in some science research
C. learn English           D. learn about Inuit community
60. In the passage, Amundsen is _________.
A. an icebreaker   B. an Inuit igloo   C. a place in Artic    D. a dog-drawn sled
61. Which of the following is NOT true according to the passage?
A. Zhou was surprised to find the Inuit lived in modern, warm wooden houses.
B. Zhou visited an Inuit community first.
C. Zhou’s inefficient English made him unable to enjoy the life in Artic.
D. Zhou took many photos with his new friends.
62. The underlined sentence “The trip brought the whole subject of geography and climate change to life,” in Paragraph 3 probably means _________.
A. The trip made what had been learned in geography lessons more vivid or interesting.
B. The trip suddenly started working.
C. The trip completely changed his life.   
D. The trip made animals in Artic live.

第三部分 閱讀理解（共20小題；每小題2分，滿分40分）
第一節(jié) 閱讀下列短文，從每題所給的四個(gè)選項(xiàng)（A、B、C和D）中，選出最佳選項(xiàng)，并在答題卡上將該項(xiàng)涂黑。
A
When I was a kid, I always used to wonder how in the world my father work outside in the winter without a coat. It could be minus 20 degrees centigrade and there’d be Dad, removing snow, or perhaps chopping some wood --- his coat thrown aside--- wearing a shirt , a cap, and a pair of gloves.
“Aren’t you cold, Dad?” I’d ask. “No,” Dad would reply. “I’m not cold--- working too hard to be cold.”
Many times I wondered whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.
One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day—and bitterly cold.
After we’d been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold.
“ Daddy, my feet are cold.” I said.
“Yeah, it’s cold out here today,” he replied.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Walk around. Make some circles in the snow. See how many different patterns you can make. That will get your feet warm.”
Now, I was just a little girl at the time but I remember thinking, “How in the world will walking around in the snow make my feet warm? Dad must be out of mind.
But he was my father, after all. I made circles in the snow. I made squares. Pretty soon I was having so much fun making patterns in the snow. I forgot about my feet being cold.
Now, all these years later, I know, too, from personal experience how my father was able to take his coat off and work outside in the winter wearing just a shirt, a cap and gloves. Because I do it, too. “Aren’t you cold?” my husband asked one winter day. “No,” I replied. “I’m not cold—working too hard to be cold.”
I hope my husband has decided I’m both tough and smart. But I guess quite a bit of the time he thinks I’m foolish.
Wherever Dad is in that great big farm in the sky—I’m sure he can’t help but smile whenever I take my coat off while I’m working outside in the winter.
51. When the author’s feet felt cold, her father advised her to____.
A. go home alone first        B. keep walking in the snow
C. draw pictures in the snow    D. light a fire on the ice
52. Hearing her father’s advice, the author thought her father____.
A. forgettable      B. warm-hearted         C. crazy              D. cruel
53. What might the author’s husband think of her?
A. Tough            B. Smart                    C. Brave             D. Foolish
54. The author’s purpose of writing this passage is to ______.
A. remember her tough and smart father
B. show how her father cared about her
C. describe memories of her childhood
D. explain why her father loved her so much

It was my first day at school in London and I was half-excited and half-frightened. On my way to school I wondered what sort of questions the other boys would ask me and rehearsed (practiced) all the answers: “I am nine years old. I was born here but I haven’t lived here since I was two. I was living in Farley. It’s about thirty miles away. I came back to London two months ago.” I also wondered if it was the custom for boys to fight strangers like me, but I was tall for my age. I hoped they would decide not to risk it.

    No one took any notice of me before school. I stood in the center of the playground, expecting someone to say “hello”, but no one spoke to me. When a teacher called my name and told me where my classroom was, one or two boys looked at me but that was all the curiosity my arrival aroused.

    My teacher was called Mr Jones. There were 42 boys in the class, so I didn’t stand out there, either, until the first lesson of the afternoon. Mr Jones was very fond of Charles Dickens and he had decided to read aloud to us from David Copperfield, but first he asked several boys if they knew Dickens’ birthplace, but no one guessed right. A boy called Brian, the biggest in the class, said: “Timbuktu”, and Mr Jones went red in the face. Then he asked me. I said: “Portsmouth”, and everyone stared at me because Mr Jones said I was right. This didn’t make me very popular, of course.

    “He thinks he’s clever,” I heard Brian say.

    After that, we went out to the playground to play football. I was in Brian’s team, and he obviously had Dickens in mind because he told me to go in goal. No one ever wanted to be the goalkeeper.

    “He’s big enough and useless enough,” Brian said when someone asked him why he had chosen me.

    I suppose Mr Jones remembered Dickens, too, because when the game was nearly over, Brian pushed one of the players on the other team, and he gave them a penalty. As the boy kicked the ball hard along the ground to my right, I threw myself down instinctively and saved it. All my team crowded round me. My bare knees were grazed and bleeding. Brian took out a handkerchief and offered it to me.

    “Do you want to join my gang (team)?” he said.

    At the end of the day, I was no longer a stranger.

51．The writer prepared to answer all of the following questions EXCEPT “________”.

    A. How old are you?                                                        B. where are you from?

    C. Do you want to join my gang?                                 D. When did you come back to London?

52．We can learn from the passage that ________.

A. boys were usually unfriendly to new students   

B. the writer was not greeted as he expected

    C. Brian praised the writer for his cleverness

    D. the writer was glad to be a goalkeeper

53．The underlined part “I didn’t stand out” in paragraph 3 means that the writer was not ________.

    A. noticeable                      B. welcome                         C. important                       D. outstanding

54．The writer was offered a handkerchief because ________.

    A. he threw himself down and saved the goal         B. he pushed a player on the other team

    C. he was beginning to be accepted                           D. he was no longer a new comer

Every Saturday or Sunday night my family and I go out and feed the homeless people in the city of Orlando. There are thousands of people across the United States without any food or shelter. My family and I have been doing this for several months.

We all get together in the kitchen and prepare the food. Some of the meals are sandwiches, cookies and a bottle of water. Sometimes my mom prepares a steaming hot delicious meal. We then bag them all up to feed 30 or more people.

I like to write special notes on the bags like “God loves you.” Before my family and I get into the car we ask God for protection in a family prayer. A lot of people misunderstand homeless people. Not all homeless people are drug addicts or bad people. Some are really nice. Some of them just had bad things that happened to them.

At first when my family and I went out on the street we had to earn their trust. A lot of people are unkind to them for no good reason. But now that they see us every week, they trust us. We even know some of their names. We all have to remember that these are people that have feelings. Some of them shake our hands for giving them food, and thank us. Some of them do really funny dances because they are happy.

We have become really close with this man named Tony and his wife. They have all of their personal belongings in shopping carts. After meeting with them several times he has told us a lot about his life. He graduated from Harvard University and has a PHD. He used to teach French and Spanish. He lost his job after the economic crisis began.

After we get done feeding the homeless, it makes me appreciate what I have at home. Sometimes it makes me sad, and makes my mom cry. I love feeding the homeless, and making a difference in someone’s life.

1.The following statements are all right except _________.

A．we feed the homeless every Saturday or Sunday night

B．I write some encouraging words on the food

C．we offer food for about 30 or more people every Saturday or Sunday night

D．my family and I have been feeding the poor for several months

2.What do many people think of the homeless in America?

A．They are homeless because of taking drugs.

B．They are bad people against the society.

C．They must have done something bad.

D．All of above.

3.Why do the homeless believe in the author and his family?

A．They don’t ask the homeless to do something bad.

B．They always bring more food every time.

C．They often give food to them at fixed time.

D．They never ask about the names of the homeless.

4.What made Tony lose his job?

A．The falling economy across the whole country.

B．He hasn’t got a suitable university degree.

C．He graduated from a common university.

D．He doesn’t like the teaching of the French language.

5.The underlined word “it” in the last paragraph most probably refers to _________.

A．the loss of the job of Tony

B．the poverty of the author’s family

C．the feeding of the homeless

D．the leaving from the homeless

第三部分 閱讀理解（共20小題；每小題2分，滿分40分）

第一節(jié) 閱讀下列短文，從每題所給的四個(gè)選項(xiàng)（A、B、C和D）中，選出最佳選項(xiàng)，并在答題卡上將該項(xiàng)涂黑。

A

When I was a kid, I always used to wonder how in the world my father work outside in the winter without a coat. It could be minus 20 degrees centigrade and there’d be Dad, removing snow, or perhaps chopping some wood --- his coat thrown aside--- wearing a shirt , a cap, and a pair of gloves.

“Aren’t you cold, Dad?” I’d ask. “No,” Dad would reply. “I’m not cold--- working too hard to be cold.”

Many times I wondered whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.

One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day—and bitterly cold.

After we’d been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold.

“ Daddy, my feet are cold.” I said.

“Yeah, it’s cold out here today,” he replied.

“Tell you what,” he said. “Walk around. Make some circles in the snow. See how many different patterns you can make. That will get your feet warm.”

Now, I was just a little girl at the time but I remember thinking, “How in the world will walking around in the snow make my feet warm? Dad must be out of mind.

But he was my father, after all. I made circles in the snow. I made squares. Pretty soon I was having so much fun making patterns in the snow. I forgot about my feet being cold.

Now, all these years later, I know, too, from personal experience how my father was able to take his coat off and work outside in the winter wearing just a shirt, a cap and gloves. Because I do it, too. “Aren’t you cold?” my husband asked one winter day. “No,” I replied. “I’m not cold—working too hard to be cold.”

I hope my husband has decided I’m both tough and smart. But I guess quite a bit of the time he thinks I’m foolish.

Wherever Dad is in that great big farm in the sky—I’m sure he can’t help but smile whenever I take my coat off while I’m working outside in the winter.

51. When the author’s feet felt cold, her father advised her to____.

A. go home alone first        B. keep walking in the snow

C. draw pictures in the snow    D. light a fire on the ice

52. Hearing her father’s advice, the author thought her father____.

A. forgettable      B. warm-hearted         C. crazy              D. cruel

53. What might the author’s husband think of her?

A. Tough            B. Smart                    C. Brave             D. Foolish

54. The author’s purpose of writing this passage is to ______.

A. remember her tough and smart father

B. show how her father cared about her

C. describe memories of her childhood

D. explain why her father loved her so much

閱讀下面短文，從短文后各題所給的四個(gè)選項(xiàng)(A、B、C和D)中，選出可以填入空白處的最佳選項(xiàng)。

There are thousands of people across the United States without any food or shelter(住所).Every Saturday or Sunday night，my family and I go out and ____the homeless people in the city.

There is one____thing I like to mention here. Before we begin our____，my family and I do not eat. We do this____we know how it feels to be hungry. We all get together in the kitchen and____the food. We then____the food for 30 or more people. I like to write a special____on the bags like “God loves you”.

A lot of people____homeless people. Not all homeless people are bad people. Some are really____.Many people hate them____no good reason. In the beginning，when my family and I  went out on the street，we had to____their trust. Later，as they____us every week，they started to trust us.We____know some of their names. We all have to keep in mind that they also have____.Some of them shake our hands for giving them food，and____ us. Some of them do really funny dances because they are____.

We have become____close to a man named Tony and his wife. After meeting with them several times，he has told us a lot about his____.He graduated from college and has a PHD. He used to teach French and Spanish.

After we get done feeding the homeless，it makes me____what I have at home. Sometimes it makes me sad，and makes my mom cry. I love feeding the homeless，and ____in someone’s life.

1. A.visit            B．introduce     C．save           D．feed

2. A.common        B．exciting      C．special          D．embarrassing

3. A.show           B．journey       C．vacation        D．meal

4. A.so             B．when         C．if              D．because

5. A.design          B．prepare       C．buy            D．give

6. A.bag            B．cook         C．fetch            D．find

7. A.passage         B．saying        C．note            D．message

8. A.please          B．help          C．love            D．misunderstand

9. A.helpful         B．nice          C．funny           D．beautiful

10.A.for            B．a(chǎn)t            C．of              D．on

11.A.bring          B．earn          C．create           D．share        

12.A.served         B．told           C．saw            D．needed

13.A.hardly         B．never          C．sometimes       D．even

14.A.words         B．looks          C．desires          D．feelings  

15.A.change        B．thank          C．impress          D．disappoint

16.A.happy         B．great           C．surprised        D．bored

17.A.only          B．too             C．a(chǎn)lso            D．really

18.A.dream         B．future          C．life            D．friend

19.A.want          B．a(chǎn)ppreciate       C．keep           D．think

20.A.taking care     B．watching out     C．showing up     D．making a difference

 A Night with the Homeless

    Every Saturday night my family and I go out and feed the homeless people in the city of Orlando.

    We want to see what it is like in the life of a homeless person. One special thing I like to  36__  is that my family and I do not eat before we begin our journey so we know how it feels to be  _37__. We all get together in the   __38__  and prepare the food.Some of the meals are sandwiches and cookies and a bottle of water. Sometimes my mom  prepares  a steaming hot delicious meal.We then  __39__  them all up to feed 30 or more people.

    Before my family and I get into the car we ask God for protection in a family   prayer. A lot of people   __40__  homeless people. Not all homeless people are drug addicts or bad people. Some are really nice; some of them just had   __41__   things happening to them.

      At first  when my family and I went out on the street we had to earn their   trust, because a lot of people are   __42__   to them for no good reason. But   now that  they see us every week they   __43__   us.We even know some of their names. We all  have to remember that these are people with     _44_. Some of them shake our hands for giving them food. Some of them do really funny dances because they are happy.

    We have become really close to the man named Tony and his wife. They have all of their personal  __45__ in shopping carts. After we __46__ them several times he has told us a lot about his life. He graduated from Howard University. He used to   teach French and Spanish.

    After we finished feeding the homeless, it makes me   _47_   what I have at home. I love feeding the homeless, and making a difference in someone's life.

36．A.talk      B．imagine       C．mention   D．remind

37．A.thirsty    B．hungry      C．homeless    D．helpful

38．A.hall      B．yard         C．kitchen    D．street

39．A.make     B．pack         C．press     D．a(chǎn)dd

40．A.disappoint  B．misunderstand      C．ignore  D．dislike

41．A.terrible  B．normal   C．personal    D．common

42．A.generous   B．cruel       C．unfriendly   D．merciful

43．A.care for  B．believe in     C．a(chǎn)gree with   D．worry about

44．A.sympathy   B．courage    C．feelings     D．determination

45．A.belongings  B．clothes     C．groceries    D．goods

46．A.departed  B．saved        C．helped     D．greeted

47．A.remember  B．realize      C．recognize    D．a(chǎn)ppreciate

拓展與應(yīng)用：

　　When I was about 15, we had our first serious campout(野營(yíng)). By “serious” I mean we actually brought food to cook-not food to open.

　　I was a pretty normal kid growing up-I loved to camp. My only problem was I watched too many Rambo movies(蘭博影片), so a small gaggle of Rambonites and myself went out on the weekend to “rough it”. (Twinkies and Vienna sausages are bare essentials, I swear.) Actually we didn't usually set out to rough it; it's just that we always forgot most of our equipment, and no one wanted to go all the way back home just to retrieve(重新獲得) the salad forks. We learned the hard way how to compensate(補(bǔ)償) for essential items that were left in the closet. Most of the time our ideas wouldn't work, but every once in a while the stars would align just right and something actually succeeded. Here are some of those ideas that kept us young survivalists happy campers. We thought of everything; steaks, potatoes, spices, etc., enough for a couple of well-rounded meals. We forgot the pans.

　　  Clean water was the hardest part to accomplish. First we tried to filter the water using a sock filled with charcoal. Since we only brought one pair of socks each, the pair on our feet, the idea didn't go over too well. Our second ingenious idea was to carve a bowl in which we could put water to boil and somehow not catch on fire. After we broke two or three of our “survival” knives and our bowls still resembled a tree, we decided that our oak dining set wasn't going to happen. Finally someone recalled it's possible to boil water in a paper cup, and I realize now the guts it took to say that because I know I wouldn't want to be at the receiving end of the looks we gave him. We went though many pieces of paper and a myriad of designs (my buddy Bryon can make one fancy paper swan!) before we finally hit on one that worked. It turned out to look like a small casserole dish. We built it by taking the paper and folding it like we were gift-wrapping half a package. A small lip around the top of the “dish” kept the triangle flaps in place. The heat from the fire put condensation on the outside of the paper to keep it from burning.

　　 After that small victory we thought cooking the steaks would be a simple task. Our idea was to cook them like marshmallows. After sacrificing(犧牲) a couple of perfectly good steaks to the fire-gods (because the end of our sticks burned off), we realized the error of our ways. Luckily some parts of Missouri have clay for soil and we happened to be in one of those areas. So we took forked branches and made a twig latticework over the Y. All we did was pack the fork with clay, hold it over the fire for a hit, and we had ourselves custom Earthenware.

　　The potatoes were even easier after we discovered the power of clay. We packed clay around those 'taters and tossed them to the side of the fire ring. After about 30 to 45 minutes (depends on the size of the potato and the size of the fire), we cracked those puppies open and had ourselves a pretty good meat-and-potatoes meal…that we had to eat with our hands, of course.

　　Another camping mishap(災(zāi)禍) happened about two years later, and if you think we learned our lesson on being prepared, then you are sadly mistaken. On this incident we forgot an…umm, very important hygiene tissue(衛(wèi)生紙). And, as much as we would have liked to be “roughing it,” we just happened to schedule our trip the same time as a big poison ivy convention. Once again notebook paper saved our behinds (no pun intended). We found that if we took a couple of pieces, folded them flat and put them between our flattened(平的) hands, we could rub(磨擦) our hands together and it broke down the stiffness of the notebook paper to an almost tissue-like substance. You just had to remember to plan ahead about 5 minutes.

　　On one small hunting excursion(遠(yuǎn)足) as a much older and wiser person, I went with my cousin to northern Missouri. We were so excited to go that we forget all fire-making equipment. (Unfortunately, unprepared ness is genetic.) So we were out in the middle of nowhere, in a cabin, in the middle of November. Our only savior is that we drove. The cigarette lighter was out of the question. My cousin had just bought a new GPS unit so we tossed that easy fire-builder. Our first thought, of course, was to use the gas from the truck. We both decided however, that we looked better with eyebrows, so we canned that idea. (plus, I think we were almost out of fuel). After a couple of minutes we came across an idea. We put jumper cables on the battery, then we quickly and lightly tapped the other ends together to produce sparks over a small pile of twigs and fuzz-sticks. It's important not to hold the two terminals together long because they will weld themselves together. And, if you don't get them apart, your battery will explode. I know this isn't the best way to treat your battery, but if you're in serious need of a fire, then you do what you must to stay warm. The damage to the battery from arcing is minimal and the battery will still work fine.

Questions:　　

1．According to the author what they should do to get clean water?　　

2．How do they cook potatoes during the camp?