I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying something. The sorrow of my husband of 22 years was still too painful. And this grocery store held so many sweet . Bob often came with me and almost every time he'd to go off and look for something special. I'd always see him walking down the walkway the three yellow roses in his hands. Bob knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart with pain, I came to the meat shelf, I searched for the small steak and remembered how Bob had loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was in a soft green dress. I as she picked up a large pack of T-bones, them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but , at these prices, I don't know."
"My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. "Buy him the steaks. And value every you have together."
She smiled and I saw the feeling in her as she placed the package in her basket and away. I turned and pushed my cart forward too. Several minutes later I saw first the green suit and then the pretty lady coming to me. In her arms she carried something. On her face was the smile I had ever seen.
As she came closer, I saw what she held and welled down. "These are for you, " she said and placed three beautiful yellow roses in my arms. She placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what the roses , but still unable to speak. I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my . I looked down at the beautiful roses and found it almost . How did she know?
Suddenly the seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. "Oh, Bob, you haven't me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.
A．losing B．leaving C．passing D．failing
A．flowers B．roses C．memories D．thoughts
A．decide B．happen C．refuse D．pretend
A．by B．with C．during D．between
A．full B．filled C．pleased D．crowded
A．very B．beautiful C．pretty D．perfect
A．watched B．saw C．found D．glared
A．fell B．carried C．dropped D．took
A．exactly B．generally C．usually D．honestly
A．moment B．dinner C．time D．year
A．hands B．eyes C．voice D．basket
A．left B．ran C．slipped D．wheeled
A．realized B．recognized C．received D．thought
A．saddest B．funniest C．brightest D．strangest
A．words B．tears C．feelings D．sweats
A．stood B．described C．meant D．designed
A．sight B．cart C．roses D．package
A．unknown B．uncommon C．unreal D．unlike
A．question B．answer C．case D．puzzle
A．missed B．disappointed C．hated D．forgotten
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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 tgravel and making all sorts of new and friends. While traveling was inspring and meeting people was , nothing about my tern in France was what I .
The moment I arrived in Paris, I was by a nice frence 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 and 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, who I was surprised to find playing one of my favourite CD! 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 ask me what my favorite part of the trip was, they are always to hear me talk about my Brazilian friend Paolo and the scores of weekdays in class, weeknights on the town, and weekends France we enjoyed together. I love how peole seem so different, but end up being so . The most valuabe lesson I gain from studying in France wasn’t just to respect the French 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 culture and gain meaningful .
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Zigfried, a little mouse, blew his breath on the frosty window of the farmhouse and rubbed it to see the outside. Still nobody came. Maybe today, he thought .It was only a few days before Christmas and he was watching for a miracle (奇迹).
This farmhouse had been too long. It needed a family. Zigfried’s made a noise. He realized that he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday. He jumped from the windowsill (窗沿), grabbed a from his home, and went next door to Farmer Mike’s.
Farmer Mike’s house had been a great place for the little mouse the farmer married a wife who had a cat. Zigfried when he thought of it. He looked around cautiously as he into the room where grain was stored and was quite as he filled his bag with wheat. He was turning to leave when suddenly he a hot breath about his ear. His heart beat , and without thinking he started to run and luckily the cat’s paws (爪子).
The next afternoon Zigfried heard some good news: a family would be moving into the farmhouse soon. Zigfried’s granny would arrive on Christmas Eve to with him. He hoped that the family would come before his granny came. Before long, a car came the road leading to the house, with butter sandwiches, cheese and chocolate.
Zigfried’s Christmas miracle did arrive!
The house came the next few days. Zigfried every single hour of them. , the day before Christmas when he was drinking hot chocolate with a smile at the door of his home, he heard the of the children of the family about what they might get for Christmas. What? A cat ? The froze on his face; his mouth fell wide open. After a long while, he at last found his voice: “Hey! Whose Christmas miracle is this?”
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A man was bitterly envious of his neighbour．He spent long hours in prayer，wanting to be to his neighbour in every aspect of life．
One night，God appeared before him in a dream and said，“I am pleased with your ．Ask for a gift your neighbour will get the same gift in double amount．”
He was glad but sad that his enemy would get a greater gift．He requested，“God， the sight in one of my eyes．”
With his single eye，he peeped at his neighbour but was to see his neighbour's sight was not lost! Confused，he to God，“Why don’t you keep your word?”
God said，“Son，I always keep my word． is not a gift，but a curse．You have the gift of sight in only one eye now，as asked by you．But your neighbour has sight in both of his eyes．I the gift．”
He suddenly from his dream and was sure that it was a message from God．Englightened by the dream，he went to his neighbour and begged his pardon for thinking and acting him．They embraced each other and were good friends thereafter．
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阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，从每题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
We have been driving in fog all morning, but the fog is lifting now. The little seaside villages are , one by one. "There is my grandmother's house," I say, across the bay to a shabby old house.
I am in Nova Scotia on a pilgrimage (朝圣) with Lisa, my granddaughter, seeking roots for her, retracing (追溯) memory for me. Lisa was one of the mobile children, from house to house in childhood. She longs for a sense of , and so we have come to Nova Scotia where my husband and I were born and where our ancestors for 200 years.
We soon by the house and I tell her what it was like here, the memories back, swift as the tide (潮水).
Suddenly, I long to walk again in the where I was once so gloriously a child. It still a member of the family, but has not been lived in for a while. We cannot go into the house, but I can still walk the rooms in memory. Here, my mother in her bedroom window and wrote in her diary. I can still see the enthusiastic family into and out of the house. I could never have enough of being them. However, that was long after those childhood days. Lisa attentively as I talk and then says, " So this is where I ; where I belong. "
She has her roots. To know where I come from is one of the great longings of the human To be rooted is "to have an origin". We need origin. Looking backward, we discover what is unique in us; learn the of "I". We must all go home again—in reality or memory.
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阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，从每题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
The Fitting-in of Suzy Khan
The first time I saw Suzy Khan, I knew I had to help her. She was really small for her age of 12. The boy in my class often about her and laughed their heads off. She would open a book, pretending to read, with tears dropping on the open page.
All I knew was that she was an orphan (孤儿) from Africa. She had just been adopted by a family in town who that the best way for her to learn American ways of life was to be with american kids. I looked down at this girl and promised myself that somehow I would help her.
But how could I help her in with us? There had to be a .
One day, when I went into the classroom, I saw that Suzy had her geography book to a picture of a train, and in her notebook, she had made a(n) copy.
I was surprised and thought that she could do something in the coming show. So, I took her to see the art teacher, Miss Parker, and showed her what Suzy had . “why, it’s wonderful,” said Miss Parker, who then showed us a poster she had painted the talent show. “I need more of these, but I just don’t have enough . Could you help me, Suzy?”
On the day of the talent show, Suzy’s were everywhere ---- all over the hall and all over the school, each one different.
“And finally,” said Mr Brown, the schoolmaster, at the end of the show, “we have a (n) award. I’m sure you’ve all noticed the wonderful posters.” Everyone nodded. “One of our own students them.”
I could hear everyone whispering. “Who in our school could draw well?”
Mr. Brown waited a while before saying, “ this student worked so hard on the posters, she deserves a ,too. Our mystery(神秘) artist is our new student ---- Suzy Khan!”
Mr. Brown thanked her for all the wonderful posters and gave her a professional artist’s set. “Thank you,” she cried.
I , at that time when I was looking at her excited face, she’d probably never anything in her whole life.
Everyone started to their hands. Suzy Khan gave them a shy smile and the applause was defening. I knew then Suzy was going to ne all right.
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