I often read of incidents of misunderstanding or conflict. I' m left . Why do these people create mistrust and problems, especially with those from other
？
I was growing up in Kuala Lumpur in the early 1960s, children from different races and religions played and studied
in harmony. At that time my family lived a stone
from Ismail’s. And no one was bothered that Ismail was a Malay Muslim and I was an Indian Hindu—we just
our differences. Perhaps, our elders had not filled our heads with unnecessary advice，well
or otherwise.
We were nine when we became friends. During the school holidays, we'd the countryside on our bicycles, hoping to
the unexpected. At times Ismail would accompany my family as we made a rare shopping trip to town. We would be glad of his
.
When I was twelve, my family moved to Johor. Ismail s family later returned to their village, and I touch with him.
One spring afternoon in 1983, I stopped a taxi in Kuala Lumpur. I my destination. The driver acknowledged my
but did not move off. Instead, he looked
at me. “Raddar?" he said, using my childhood nickname(绰号). I was astonished at being so
addressed (称呼). Unexpectedly! It was Ismail! Even after two
we still recognized each other. Grasping his shoulder, I felt a true affection, something
to describe.
If we can allow our children to be without prejudice, they'll build friendships with people, regardless of race or religion, who will be
their side through' thick and thin. On such friendships are societies built and
we can truly be, as William Shakespeare once wrote, 44we happy few, we band of brothers".
A. interested B. pleased C. puzzled D. excited
A. parties B. cities C. villages D. races
A. why B. which C. how D. when
A. together B. around C. alone D. apart
A. drop B. throw C. move D. roll
A. refused B. made C. sought D. accepted
A. paid B. meant C. preserved D. treated
A. explore B. search C. discover D. desert
A. get through B. deal with C. come across D. take away
A. arrival B. choice C. effort D. company
A. lost B. gained C. developed D. missed
A. stated B. ordered C. decided D. chose
A. attempts B. instructions C. opinions D. arrangements
A. anxiously B. carelessly C. disappointedly D. fixedly
A.familiarly B. strangely C. fully D. coldly
A.departures B. months C. years D. decades
A.possible B. funny C. hard D. clear
A.them B. themselves C. us D. ourselves
A. from B. by C. with D. against
A. still B. otherwise C. then D. instead
A little girl lived in a simple and poor house on a hill.Usually she play in the small garden.She could see over the garden fence and across the valley a wonderful house with shining golden windows high on another hill. she loved her parents and her family, she desired to live in such a house and all day about how wonderful and exciting must feel to live there.
At the age when she gained some skill and sensibility(识别力), she her mother for a bike ride the garden. Her mother finally allowed her to go, her keeping close to the house and not too far. The day was beautiful. The girl knew where she was heading! the hill and across the valley, she rode to the of the golden house.
she got off her bike and put it against the gate post, she focused on the path to the house and then on the house itself. She was very disappointed when she that all the windows were and rather dirty.
So and heart-broken, she didn’t go any further. She , and all of a sudden she saw an amazing . There on the other side of the valley was a little house and its windows were golden. Looking at her little home, she that she had been living n her golden house filled with love and care.Everything she dreamed was right there in front of her nose.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"Look, it's Baldy!" A boy shouted in my direction across the playground. Even though I was used to regular insults(侮辱) because of the on my head, it was horrible to hear. I sighed as I headed back to the class.
When I was just 20 months old, I suffered serious after a bowl full of hot oil fell on my head. I was to hospital and had to stay there for weeks while the doctors to save my life. "Holly's very to be alive," they told Mum and Dad. "But she'll be with scars on her head, and of course her hair won't grow there."
As a child, I cared much about my scars, so I wore a scarf to cover them up when I left home. I didn't, people would call me horrible names like Baldy. Although my friends were always comforting me, they never understood how it felt.
Then through the hospital I was to a children's burns camp, where children like me can get any help. There, I 14-year-old Stephanie, whose burns are a lot more serious than mine. But she is so that she never lets anyone put her down. "You shouldn't what people say about what you look like because we're not different from anyone else, Holly," she me. "And you don't need to wear a scarf because you look great it!" For the first time in my life I could speak to someone who'd been through something . So weeks later, at my 13th birthday party, by her bravery, I gave up my scarf and showed off my scars. It felt amazing not having to away behind my scarf.
Now, I am of what I look like and much happier, because I have realized it is your personality（个性）that decides who you truly are.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Last spring, I was fortunate to be chosen to participate in an exchange study program. In my application letter, I was careful to how much I wanted to see France; evidently, my excitement really came through in my words. Once I that I was going, all I could think about was the fun of foreign travel and making all sorts of new and friends. While traveling was inspiring and meeting people was , nothing about my term in France was what I .
The moment I arrived in Paris, I was by a nice French couple who would become my host parents. My entire experience was joyous and exciting I received some shocking news from my program coordinator（协调人）: there had been a death in my host parents’ extended family. They had to travel outside France for several weeks. That afternoon, I had to out of one family’s house into another. The exchange coordinator told me I’d have a this time and asked whether I could share a bedroom with an English speaker. To avoid the temptation(诱惑) to my native language, I asked not to be with an English-speaking roommate. When I got to my new room, I myself to my new roommate Paolo, a Brazilian（巴西人） the same age as I, whom I was surprised to find playing one of my favorite CDS! In just a few hours, we knew we’d be good friends for the rest of the .
I left France with many , so when people asked me what my favorite part of the trip was, they are always to hear me talk about my Brazilian friend Paolo and scores of weekdays in class, weeknights on the town, and weekends France we enjoyed together. I love how people seem so different, but end up being so. The most valuable lesson I gained from studying in France wasn’t just to respect the friend people to respect all people, for your next best friend could be just a continent away. I would recommend an exchange program to anyone who wants to experience foreign cultures and gain meaningful .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
As I held my father’s hands one night, I couldn’t help but notice their calluses (老茧) and roughness. His hands tell the story of his life as a , including all his struggles.
One summer, I remember, a drought (旱灾) hit Ontario, turning it into a desert.On one of those hot mornings I was picking sweet corn with my dad to fill the last from the grocery shore. Fifty dozen was all we needed, which took twenty minutes. That morning, however, the process didn’t quickly. After forty minutes of aimlessly walking in the field, we needed twenty dozen. I was completely frustrated and . Dropping the basket heavily, I declared, “If the store wants its last twenty dozen, they can pick it themselves!” Dad , “Just think, my little girl, only ten dozen left for each of us and then we’re . ” Such is Dad—whatever problem he , he never gives up.
, the disastrous effects of the drought were felt all over our country. It was a challenging time for everyone, Dad remained optimistic. He to be grateful for other things like good health and food on our plates. Only then did I truly begin to Dad and his faith guided us through the hard times.
Dad is also a living example of real . From dawn to dark, he works countless hours to our family. He always puts our happiness his own, and never fails to cheer me on at my sports games his exhaustion after long days. His loving and selfless nature has inspired me to become more sympathetic and , putting others first.
Dad, the life I have learned from you will stay with me forever. You are my father, teacher, friend and, most importantly, my hero.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Michael Greenberg is a very popular New Yorker. He is not famous in sports or the arts, But people in the streets him, especially those who are.
For those people, he is "Gloves" Greenberg. How did he get that ?
He looks like any otner businessman, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase (公文箱). But he's . His briefcase always has some gloves。
In winter,Mr.Greenberg does not like other New Yorkers,who look at the sidewalk and the street.He looks around at .He stops when he someone with no gloves.He gives them a pair and then he ,looking for more people with cold .
On winter days,Mr.Greenberg gloves.During the rest of the year,he gloves.People who have heard about him him gloves,and he has many in his apartment.
Mr. Greenberg doing this 21 years ago. Now, many poor New Yorkers know him and his behavior. But people who don't know him are sometimes him. They don't realize that he just wants to make them .
It runs in the .Michael's father always helped the poor as he believed it made everyone happier. Michael Greenberg feels the .A pair of gloves may be a thing,but it can make a big difference in winter.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|