My husband has been ill in hospital for two months and I have learned to make do with very little (凑合过日子).
One Sunday afternoon, I went to buy a for my daughter with my friend. A woman who was also buying books in the bookstore saw me and said, “I you must be having a hard time.” I just smiled and said, “I’m okay. I have eight dollars and I have food at home, so I’ll be .”
About ten later she came up to me and said, “Can I take a look at the book that you’ve ? It seems very interesting!” I said all right and gave it to her.
Just then called me and I immediately went out. I returned she thanked me and my book.
On my way home my friend who was driving said, “You told me you didn’t had much ?” I replied, “I don’t.”
She said, “Oh yes, you do!” I assured (向……保证) her I had two dollars left, but still she insisted I plenty of money.
“Look at your book in your bag,” she . “There’s a hundred dollar bill in it.” I turned over the page and got so ! There actually was a hundred dollar that seemed to have fallen out of my book!
I her, very surprised, and said, “I don’t know that came from. I have no idea because I certainly did not have a hundred !”
I thought and thought about the money for days after that. Then I realized it must have come from who asked to borrow my book in the bookstore. How of her! And what a wonderful gift to when I am down to my last two dollars!
A．storybook B．toy bear C．birthday cake D．concert ticket
A．suggest B．wish C．hear D．think
A．sad B．upset C．fine D．honest
A．hours B．minutes C．days D．weeks
A．written B．chosen C．hidden D．finished
A．someone B．nobody C．everyone D．anybody
A．Since B．When C．Before D．Because
A．threw away B．asked for C．looked into D．gave back
A．wisdom B．money C．water D．patience
A．never B．always C．only D．once
A．had B．spent C．lost D．won
A．said B．cried C．ordered D．shouted
A．worried B．satisfied C．surprised D．relaxed
A．letter B．card C．picture D．bill
A．looked at B．quarreled with C．believed in D．laughed at
A．why B．how C．what D．where
A．bags B．books C．stores D．dollars
A．the lady B．the writer C．my friend D．my daughter
A．foolish B．kind C．energetic D．proud
A．make B．refuse C．invent D．receive
Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher? I do，mine. Her name was Mrs. White. And I thinking she must be some older relation of Walt Disney’s Snow White， she had the same bright blue eyes，short dark hair，red lips and fair skin.
I don’t remember much about what we in her class，but my mother once told me that we used to a lot. And I would bring back what I wrote and she would look at it and see there were so many . But no red corrections. And always a star. Sometimes a Good! But it my mother， so one day when she met Mrs. White at a Parent-Teacher meeting，she asked her why she never my mistakes and why she never red-pencilled in the right of words or pointed out grammatical errors.
And Mrs. White said “The children are just beginning to get about using words，about forming sentences. I don’t want to dampen that enthusiasm with ink. Spelling and grammar can wait but the wonder of words …” I grew up learning to use words with loving like that.
I now and think she must have been a rather teacher — to exercise such red-pen restraint (克制)，to the joy，wonder and excitement of expression to flower — however faultily — like that，because to bloom is better than not to bloom.
I used to beautiful a lot. Never could I quite remember that the e went the a. Eventually the e and a settled into their right places. I am glad I didn’t wait on them though. Pretty is easier to spell but it doesn’t hold as much as you sometimes.
And thanks to Mrs. White I felt no about writing what I meant even if I couldn’t quite spell it out. Because Life isn’t Pretty. It’s Beautiful.
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Several years ago, my son and I had a brief conversation that has really stuck with me.
My Son: “ Were you there for the first of my game, Dad? I started!”
Me: “ I didn’t get back into town and to the game the second quarter... But you did great!”
My Son: “Oh.”
Me: “ But you really need to start better.”
My Son:(Silence)
So, what was wrong with I said? Well, he understood my flight was late and so I the first quarter. And my compliment(表扬) was good. But, the “but ” was the . Instead of just praising him for his accomplishment, I_him for his eating habits. And that criticism crushed(碾碎) the compliment.
, I realize that the words I had spoken weren’t the words my son heard. The moment I said, “ But you really need...” what my son heard was, “ What you did was good, but not quite good enough.”
So what did I take away from this ? First, I learned that accomplishments should be strong and . Saying “great job” or “good work” is a good when complimenting. But it’s even to say something like, “I’m proud that you the staring team. You preserved and worked really hard to get there.” Second, I learned that criticism should not be a compliment. Criticism can be so to the listener that he won’t even hear a compliment more than criticize. Mark Twain once said, “ I can live for two months a good compliment.” Giving your child a strong compliment can greatly and push him forward. Criticizing your child, although necessary at times, quickly take the wind out of his .
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I had a lot on my mind as I picked up the pieces of what had once been my teddy bear on the snowiest day last year. Only twenty-four hours before, I had been with it in our farmhouse. How quickly things ! The house I had lived in disappeared. The fire had all those things with my memories.
I have never known my mother to be . In fact, my whole family has always been . But when picking up my ashen (灰白色的) clothing on this cold winter morning, she moved with emptiness. The was so heavy to us.
Days passed and the situation didn’t become . After moving to the temporary house, my father told me dealing with this would cost money. It brought about a wave of and life became a struggle.
“Hey, Tony,” a classmate came up to me at lunchtime with a box in her hands. , all my classmates stood up. “Tony, we know what a few days ago. This is not something you have to go through . Alex, Phoebe and I started up the Shoebox Fund for you. Almost every student in our school . We love you and we want you to have this. ” She me with the box. I opened it to find piles of twenty-dollar bills and notes of love.
My eyes were filled with , and I had never been so moved. I had felt so lonely for the days after the fire that I became , unwilling to communicate with others. But these people looked past the rudeness I had them. They were my true friends and by sharing this , they were my family.
Yes, things are getting back to . But what I learned from this journey of discovery will with me forever.
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阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
My mother only had one eye.During elementary school, there was a time my poor mom came to my classroom.She was such a(n) that I showed her a hateful look and ran out.Soon word that I had a one-eye mother.Everybody me.So I told myself that I would grow up and become , because I hated my mom and our desperate .Then I studied really hard and later became a powerful businessman.I was living happily in Seoul and when my mother came to see me, I felt the whole sky was falling apart on me.My little daughter ran away, of my mom’s eye.I asked my mother coldly, “Who are you? I don’t know you!” as if she were a .My mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m sorry.I may have got the wrong ,” and disappeared.Thank God! She didn’t recognize me.I was quite .
One day, a letter a school reunion came to my office.I decided to take part.After the reunion, I to my old home, only to find my mother falling on the cold ground with a in her hand, which read:
My son,
I think my life has been long enough now.I won’t visit Seoul anymore, but would it be too much if I wanted you to visit me once in a while? I you so much.And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.But I decided not to go to the school, for you.I’m that I was an embarrassment for you.You see, when you were very small, you got a(n) , and lost your eye.As a mother, I couldn’t watching you grow up with only one eye, so I gave you mine.I was so proud of my son seeing a new world for me in my place, with that eye.You mean the world to me.
My world shat tered.Then I cried for the person who for me—my mother.
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Many Tuesday mornings.I have coffee with my father.Although my fatheris a man of few words.I really the time along with him.
One recent Tuesday, I found it a bit when I rang the doorbell, no oneseemed to be home.I climbed in through the window, noticing the lights thatshone from the kitchen, and that my dad must be there, but he wasn't.I through his home, checking every room.I tried not to _.Yet.upstairs.downstairs, no Dad anywhere.
I was worried. , my father was seventy-one years old.Anything could have happened to him.Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother’s aerobics（有氧运动）class.
On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our together.Suddenly, I was three years old and he was me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights.In his , I was safe and secure.At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed.Then I was twelve and my dad was ___ all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks.I was so of my father for being so and talented.He’d made my party a .
As I entered my mother’s class, I was nervous.My mom looked at me in .
“Mom, where’s Dad?” I asked, “He’s working in the on the side of the house!” she answered.
And I hurried to my car and back to the yard.“Hey, Dad!” I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour.My dad laughing his typical laugh that was always .I was so thankful that I still had my daddy.And so , as I the door to my father’s house, we went inside for our usually cup of coffee.
Thanks, Daddy, for all the and more importantly, for all your love.
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