I am on holiday here in Switzerland with my parents and I am having a fantastic time.
We have been on lots of walks in the mountains but we always go with a guide.
Yesterday we went for a boat trip around the lake but we had to go back to the hotel early.
A.It’s safe to go out alone. |
B.You don’t have to go with a guide but it’s safer. |
C.It started to rain heavily and we couldn’t even see the shore. |
D.It’s also the first time I’ve ever stayed in a hotel and I really like it. |
E.It’s the second time I’ve been to Switzerland. |
F.We’re staying in a hotel near a lake and I can see snowy mountain peaks from my bedroom window. |
G.The best thing of all is the beautiful scenery. |
Raised in a fatherless home, my father was extremely tightfisted towards us children. His attitude didn’t soften as I grew into adulthood and went to college. I had to ride the bus whenever I came home. Though the bus stopped about two miles from home, Dad never met me, even in severe weather. If I grumbled, he’d say in his loudest father-voice, “That’s what your legs are for!”
The walk didn’t bother me as much as the fear of walking alone along the highway and country roads. I also felt less than valued that my father didn’t seem concerned about my safety. But that feeling was canceled one spring evening.
It had been a particularly difficult week at college after long hours in labs. I longed for home. When the bus reached the stop, I stepped off and dragged my suitcase to begin the long journey home.
A row of hedge (树篱) edged the driveway that climbed the hill to our house. Once I had turned off the highway to start the last lap of my journey, I always had a sense of relief to see the hedge because it meant that I was almost home. On that particular evening, the hedge had just come into view when I saw something gray moving along the top of the hedge, moving toward the house. Upon closer observation, I realized it was the top of my father’s head. Then I knew, each time I’d come home, he had stood behind the hedge, watching, until he knew I had arrived safely. I swallowed hard against the tears. He did care, after all.
On later visits, that spot of gray became my watchtower. I could hardly wait until I was close enough to watch for its secret movement above the greenery. Upon reaching home, I would find my father sitting innocently in his chair. “So! My son, it’s you!” he’d say, his face lengthening into pretended surprise.
I replied, “Yes, Dad, it’s me. I’m home.”
【小题1】What does the underlined word “grumbled” in Paragraph 1 probably mean .A.accepted happily |
B.explained clearly |
C.agreed willingly |
D.spoke unhappily |
A.the tiredness after long hours in labs |
B.the fear of seeing something moving |
C.the feeling of being less than valued |
D.the loneliness of riding the bus home |
A.he was concerned about his son’s safety |
B.he wanted to help his son build up courage |
C.he didn’t want to meet his son at the doorway |
D.he didn’t think his son was old enough to walk alone |
A.My Father’s Secret |
B.The Life of My father |
C.Terrible Journey Home |
D.Riding Bus Alone |
When I was a freshman, on Christmas break I went home and looked through the bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. I took a baggy red shirt, for I needed something to wear in art class. Mom was surprised. She wore that when she was pregnant with my younger brother.
The red shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday morning when I cleaned. When I became pregnant, I wore the red shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family. But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier. That Christmas, thinking of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her “real” gift, she said the red shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again. The next year, when my husband and I moved the kitchen table, I noticed something red taped to its bottom. It was the shirt! And so the pattern was set.
On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad’s mattress. Two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The red shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.
Years later, my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois, depressed. Suddenly I saw the stained red shirt. I smiled. After unpacking in our new home I visited her, and I hid it in her bottom dresser drawer. Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the red shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. The shirt was Mother’s final gift. Mother died three months later.
I was tempted to send the red shirt, faded but in decent shape, with her to her grave. But I’m glad I didn’t, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy red shirt to wear to art class.
【小题1】Where did the author get the shirt for the first time?A.In art class in college. | B.In unwanted bags of clothes. |
C.In her college wardrobe. | D.In the kitchen. |
A.The shirt relieved homesickness from the author. |
B.The shirt made her find a good job at a radio station. |
C.The shirt was the only clothes that the author had for art class. |
D.The shirt was the cheapest gift to give to her Mom tor Christmas. |
A.Visiting the parents regularly. |
B.Moving the kitchen table regularly. |
C.Secretly giving and receiving the shirt. |
D.Often tapping something to the bottom of the table. |
A.That her daughter needs it in art class. |
B.That it is from her dead Mom. |
C.That it is still in decent shape though faded. |
D.That it symbolizes mother’s love. |
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