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Sweetest Day is not based on any single group’s religious (宗教的) beliefs or on a family relationship. It is a reminder that a thoughtful word or deed enriches life and gives it meaning. Because for many people remembering takes the form of gift giving, Sweetest Day offers us the opportunity to show others that we care, in a positive way. 56. What can we learn from the first paragraph? A. Sweetest Day is a day to make others happy. B. Sweetest Day is just an occasion to care about disabled people. C. Sweetest Day is an occasion for lovers to express love. D. Sweetest Day is celebrated on the third Sunday in October. 57. Which of the following has little relationship to Sweetest Day? A. Visiting sick people of the hospital. B. Visiting children who have lost their parents. C. Giving friends small gifts. D. Giving flowers to sweethearts. 58. What is Cleveland? A. An island. B. A country. C. A village in England. D. A city in America. 59. What do most people usually do to show their care to others according to the passage? A. They give money. B. They give gifts. C. They send regards. D. They offer help. 60. The underlined word “neglected” in the second paragraph means “______”. A. remembered B. hated C. paid little or no attention to D. disappointed B For 52 years my father got up at 5:30 am every morning, went to work, and returned home at 5:30 pm. I never saw my father stayed home from work ill, nor did I ever see my father lay down to take a nap. He had no hobbies, other than taking care of his family. All he asked from me, his daughter, was to help him while he was repairing something, so we could have some time to talk. For 22 years, after I left home for college, my father called me at 9:00 am every Sunday. Nine years ago when I bought my first house, my father, 67 years old, spent eight hours a day for three days in the 80-degree Kansas heat, painting my house. He would not allow me to pay someone to have it done. All he asked for was a glass of iced tea. Five years ago, at age 71, my father spent five hours putting together a swing set for my daughter. Four years ago, my father drove all the way from Denver to Topeka, with an eight-foot Colorado Blue Spruce (云杉) in his truck, so that we could have a part of Colorado growing on our land. On the morning of January 16, 1996, my sister telephoned me; my father was in the hospital with an aneurysm(动脉瘤) in Florida. I got on an airplane immediately, and on the way I realized that I hadn’t communicated with him as much as I’d always wanted to. I vowed(发誓) that when I arrived, I would have a long talk with him. I arrived in Florida at 1 am, only to find that my father, at the age of 76, had passed away at 9:12 pm. This time it was he who did not have time to talk, or time to wait for me. 61. From the first paragraph we can infer that the author’s father ______. A. was a good driver B. was in good health C. sometimes fell ill D. had no hobbies 62. The underlined phrase “other than” in the first paragraph can be replaced by “______”. A. except B. including C. without D. due to 63. According to the last paragraph, we can know that the author’s father was born in ______. A. 1916 B. 1918C. 1920 D. 1922 64. The author wrote the article in order to ______. A. praise her father B. remember her father C. show her father loved her D. let her father be known C When I was twenty-seven years old, I was a clerk in San Francisco. I was alone in the world, and had nothing to depend on but my brain and a clean reputation. My time was my own after the afternoon board on Saturdays, and I would spend the time on a little sailboat on the bay. One day I sailed too far, and was carried out to sea. At nightfall, when hope was almost lost, I was picked up by a small boat, which headed for London. It was a long and stormy journey, and they made me earn my passage as a common sailor. When I stepped on land in London, my clothes were ragged and shabby, and I only had a dollar in my pocket. This money fed and sheltered me for 24 hours. During the next 24 hours I went without food and shelter. About ten o’clock on the following morning, tired and hungry, I was walking along Portland Place, when a passing child, threw a big pear into the rubbish can. I stopped, of course, and stared at that muddy treasure. My mouth watered for it. My whole body begged for it. But every time I made a move to get it, some passing eyes noticed my purpose, and of course I straightened up, looked calm, and pretended that I hadn’t been thinking about the pear at all. The same thing kept happening and happening, and I couldn’t get the pear. I was just getting desperate enough to face all the shame and get the pear, when a window behind me was opened, and a gentleman said, “Step in here, please.” (责任编辑：admin) |