科目:高中英語 來源:2010年上海市金山中學(xué)高三下學(xué)期第一次模擬考試(英語含答案) 題型:閱讀理解
I am a writer.I spend a great deal of my time thinking about the power of language—the way it can evoke (喚起) an emotion,a visual image,a complex idea,or a simple truth.Language is the tool of my trade.And I use them all—all the Englishes I grew up with.
Born into a Chinese family that had recently arrived in California,I've been giving more thought to the kind of English my mother speaks.Like others.I have described it to people as "broken" English.But feel embarrassed to say that.It has always bothered me that I can think of no way to describe it other than "broken",as if it were damaged and needed to be fixed,as if it lacked a certain wholeness.I've heard other terms used,"limited English,"for example.But they seem just as bad,as if everything is limited,including people's perceptions(認識)of the limited
English speaker.
I know this for a fact,because when l was growing up,my mother's "limited" English limited my perception of her.I was ashamed of her English.I believed that her English reflected the quality of what she had to say.That is,because she expressed them imperfectly her thoughts were imperfect.And I had plenty of evidence to support her:the fact that people in department stores,at banks,and at restaurants did not take her seriously,did not give her good service,pretended not to understand her,or even acted as if they did not hear her.
I started writing fiction in l985.And for reasons l won't get into today,I began to write stories using all the Englishes I grew up with:the English she used with me,which for lack of a better term might be described as "broken".a(chǎn)nd what I imagine to be her translation of her Chinese,her internal(內(nèi)在的)language and for that I sought to preserve the essence,but neither an English nor a Chinese structure:I wanted to catch what language ability tests can never show;her intention,her feelings,the rhythms of her speech and the nature of her thoughts.
68. By saying "Language is the tool of my trade",the author means that ________.
A.she uses English in foreign trade B.she is fascinated by languages
C.she works as a translator D.she is a writer by profession
69. Which of the following is TRUE according to Paragraph 3 ?
A.Americans do not understand broken English.
B.The author's mother was not respected sometimes.
C.The author's mother had positive influence on her.
D.Broken English always reflects imperfect thoughts.
70. The author gradually realizes her mother's English is________.
A.well structured B.in the old style
C.easy to translate D.rich in meaning
71. What is the passage mainly about?
A.The changes of the author's attitude to her mother's English.
B.The limitation of the author's perception of her mother.
C.The author's misunderstanding of“l(fā)imited”English.
D.The author's experiences of using broken English.
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科目:高中英語 來源:2013屆河北省衡水中學(xué)高三第八次模擬考試英語試卷(帶解析) 題型:閱讀理解
In this age of Internet chat, videogames and reality television, there is no shortage of mindless activities to keep a child occupied. Yet despite the competition, my 8-year-old daughter Rebecca wants to spend her leisure time writing short stories. She wants to enter one of her stories into a writing contest, a competition which she won last year.
As a writer, I know about winning contests – and about losing them. I know what it is like to work hard on a story only to receive a rejection letter from the publisher. I also know the pressure of trying to live up to a reputation created by previous victories. What if she doesn’t win the contest again? That’s the strange thing about being a parent. So many of our own past scars and destroyed hopes can resurface in our children.
A revelation (啟示) came last week when I asked her, “Don’t you want to win again?” “No,” she replied, “I just want to tell the story of an angel going to first grade.”
I had just spent weeks correcting her stories as she spontaneously (自發(fā)地) told them. Telling myself that I was merely an experienced writer guiding the young writer across the hall, I offered suggestions for characters, conflicts and endings for her tales. The story about a fearful angel starting first grade was quickly “guided” by me into the tale of a little girl with a wild imagination taking her first music lesson. I had turned her contest into my contest without even realizing it.
Staying back and giving kids space to grow is not as easy as it looks. Because I know very little about farm animals who use tools or angels who go to first grade, I had to accept the fact that I was co-opting my daughter’s experience.
While stepping back was difficult for me, it was certainly a good first step that I will quickly follow with more steps, putting myself far enough away to give her room but close enough to help if asked. All the while I will be reminding myself that children need room to experiment, grow and find their own voices.
【小題1】What do we learn from the first paragraph?
A.A lot of amusements compete for children’s time nowadays. |
B.Children have lots of fun doing mindless activities. |
C.Rebecca is much too busy to enjoy her leisure time. |
D.Rebecca draws on a lot of online materials for her writing. |
A.She was constantly under pressure to write more. |
B.Most of her stories had been rejected by publishers. |
C.She did not quite live up to her reputation as a writer. |
D.Her road to success was full of pain and frustrations. |
A.She believed she possessed real talent for writing. |
B.She was sure of winning with her mother’s help. |
C.She wanted to share her stories with readers. |
D.She had won a prize in the previous contest. |
A.trying not to let her daughter enjoy her own life |
B.trying to get her daughter to do the thing as the author wished |
C.making sure that her daughter would win the contest |
D.helping her daughter develop real skills for writing |
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科目:高中英語 來源:2012-2013學(xué)年浙江省臺州市路橋中學(xué)高一上學(xué)期期中考試英語試卷(帶解析) 題型:閱讀理解
It was Christmas 1961. I was teaching in a small town in Ohio where my twenty seven third graders eagerly anticipated the great day of gift giving.
Each day the children made some new wonder – strings of popcorn, hand-made decorations, and German bells made from wallpaper samples, which we hung from the ceiling. Through it all she stayed indifferent(漠不關(guān)心的), watching from afar, seemingly miles away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now so suddenly unsociable. I hoped the festivities would light her up. But nothing did.
The day of gift giving finally came. We oohed and aahed over our handwork as the presents were exchanged. Through it all, she sat quietly watching. I had made a special package for her, red and green with white lace. I wanted very much to see her smile. She opened it so slowly and carefully. I waited but she turned away.
After school the children left in little groups, but she hesitated, watching them go out of the door. I sat down to catch my breath, hardly know what was happening when she came to me reaching out her hands, holding a small white box, unwrapped and slightly soiled, as though it had been held many times by unwashed, childish hands. “For me?” I asked with a weak smile. She said not a word, but nodded her head. I took the box and carefully opened it. There inside, lay a golden chain. In a flash I knew – she had made it for her mother, a mother she would never see again, a mother who would never hold her or brush her hair or share a funny story, a mother who would never again hear her childish joys or sorrows, a mother who had taken her own life just three weeks before.
I held out the chain. She took it in both her hands, reached forward, and put it on at the back of my neck. She stepped back then as if to see that all was well. I looked down at the golden chain, then back at the giver, “Maria, it is so beautiful. She would have loved it.” Neither of us could stop the tears. She threw herself into my arms and we were in tears together. And for that moment I became her mother, for she had given me the greatest gift of all: herself.
【小題1】The underlined “anticipated” (Paragraph 1) is closest in meaning to _________.
A.prepared | B.expected | C.talked | D.kept |
A.the beautiful chain was put inside a beautiful box |
B.Maria made a golden chain of popcorn for her mother |
C.the teacher made a special package for Maria so as to see her smile |
D.Maria oohed and aahed over the handwork as the presents were exchanged |
A.she was a shy girl |
B.her teacher didn’t give her any gift |
C.her mother passed away three weeks ago |
D.she didn’t have any friends in the class |
A.Maria found her biological mother |
B.Maria asked her teacher to be her mother |
C.the teacher promised to be Maria’s mother after receiving her greatest gift |
D.Maria believed in her considerate teacher and opened her heart to the teacher |
A.The kid’s gift | B.A quiet girl |
C.The greatest teacher | D.The great day of gift giving |
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科目:高中英語 來源:2013-2014學(xué)年浙江省浙北名校聯(lián)盟高三上學(xué)期期中聯(lián)考英語試卷(解析版) 題型:閱讀理解
Dear Guys,
I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night. Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. I, a better-than-average looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of me.
One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly agreed.
Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls. This results from my lack of natural ability when it comes to throwing, catching and hitting. I’m bad at aiming too. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request. However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes half-shut, and threw it as hard as I could.
It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to me.
Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, then picked up the ball again. If you’ll remember, at your command, I agreed to try throwing underhand. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, Oh God, oh please oh please oh please. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next.
The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to me.
This is the point where I start to take issue with you. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling; my smiles were more and more forced. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless.
Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteen-year-old boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Children are cruel. Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a good-natured laugh while crying inside as you patiently shouted words of support over the fence at me.
“Throw it granny-style!” one of you said.
“Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got!” another offered.
And, most embarrassing of all, “You can do it!”
I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the shame.
Anyway, I accepted your ball-throwing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath and let it fly.
It hit the edge of the fence and bounced back to me.
I surprised myself --- and I’m sure you as well --- by letting out a cry, “DAMN IT!!!” I then willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out in front of you just so I’d be put out of my misery. Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had become a sort of exhibition for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chain-link: “Can she really not do it? But I mean, really?”
Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two-minute period was just enough blow for me for one night. I picked up the ball one last time, approached the fence and grumbled, “Please just come get the damn ball.”
And you did. And thanks to you, I decided at that very moment to never throw anything ever again, except disrespectful glances at people who play sports.
Sincerely, Jen Cordery
1. The writer agreed to throw the ball because _______.
A. she needed to have a relax carrying the heavy groceries
B. she wanted to refresh her childhood memories
C. she could not refuse the polite request from the young man
D. she had fallen in love with the young man at first sight
2.Which of the following is closest in meaning to the underlined word “game”?
A. anxious B. brave C. afraid D. curious
3.Why did the writer mention her middle school memory?
A. To explain why she failed the attempts to throw the ball back.
B. To complain that she had not mastered the ball throwing skills.
C. To show how cruel those 13-year-old boys were.
D. To express her dislike towards softball.
4.What the boys said before the writer’s third attempt actually made the writer ________.
A. inspired B. encouraged C. embarrassed D. depressed
5.What’s the writer’s purpose in writing this open letter?
A. To express her regret over what she did the day before.
B. To announce that she would never play ball games again.
C. To explain her own inability to throw the ball over the fence.
D. To criticize the young men for their cruelty to her dignity.
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