A HALF - EMPTY BASKET
Once there was a poor farmer and his farm belonged to a rich man. To make a living, the poor farmer offered to work on the farm for the rich man. One day, he went to the farm and picked a basket of apples from the farm as the rich man asked him to, and brought them to the rich man’s house. On the doorsteps, he met two monkeys dressed like children. They jumped onto the basket to eat the apples and threw some on the ground. The farmer politely took off his hat and asked the monkeys to get off. They obeyed and the farmer went into the house. He asked to see the rich man. A servant took him to the room where the rich man was sitting.
“I have brought you the basket of apples that you asked for,” he said.
“But why have you brought me only a half-empty basket of apples?” the rich man asked unhappily, looking at the apples in the basket.
“I met your children outside, and they stole some of the apples,” the poor man answered.
【小题1】Why did the farmer work for the rich man?A.Because he was poor and he had to make a living. | B.Because he liked the rich man. |
C.Because the rich man forced him to work on the farm. | D.Because the rich man’s children liked him. |
A.They jumped here and there. | B.They played with the farmer. |
C.They were scared and ran away. | D.They ate some of the apples. |
A.The apples. | B.The monkeys. | C.The children. | D.The farmer and the rich man. |
A.Pleased. | B.Excited. | C.Unhappy. | D.Moved. |
Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she said again, “is for Elizabeth.”
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter.
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed and I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer, none came.
My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace. It seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to Mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told me that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work though she’d never been able to. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside — a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded(折叠) and refolded many times.
Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose, Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
【小题1】The writer began to love her mother’s desk _______.
A.after Mother died | B.before she became a writer |
C.when she was a child | D.when mother gave it to her |
A.Mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter |
B.Mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done |
C.Mother cared much about her daughter in words |
D.Mother wrote to her daughter in careful words. |
A.deep understanding between the old and the young. |
B.different ideas between the mother and the daughter. |
C.free talks between mother and daughter. |
D.part of the sea going far in land. |
A.She had never received the letter. |
B.For years, she often talked about the letter. |
C.She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life. |
D.She read the letter again and again till she died. |
A.My letter to Mother | B.Mother and Children |
C.My Mother’s Desk | D.Talks between Mother and me. |
We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why.
“Look down, Elsa,” father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the crisscross (十字形) of twisting, turning streets leading to the square. “See, my dear,” father said gently. “There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can’t get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another.”
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.
When I turned to father for help, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.
At school the next day, I secretly poured my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our cook to serve it to mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered (喷溅出) “The cook must have gone mad!” Quickly I told her what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!
In the years that followed, I often remembered the lesson father taught me. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn’t stop working until I tried every possible means to my goal. Father’s wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.
【小题1】The author’s father took her to the top of a church tower to _________.A.enjoy the beautiful scenery of the whole town |
B.find out how many ways lead to the square |
C.inspire her to find out another way to solve her problem |
D.help her forget some unpleasant things earlier that day |
A.Do something delicious for lunch. |
B.Taste her awful lunch. |
C.Dismiss the mad cook. |
D.Speak to the school about lunch. |
A.the cook agreed to serve the soup to the writer’s mother. |
B.the author’s mother was angry with the cook. |
C.her father persuaded her mother successfully. |
D.the method the author thought of was effective. |
A.It was delicious. | B.It wasn’t so bad as the author said. |
C.It is terrible. | D.It was as good as her cook did. |
There’s that old saying: How you do one thing is how you do everything.
I recently went to a concert with some other musicians in town (many of whom I was meeting for the first time).
Afterwards, the musicians I played with told me they felt like our hearts were connected while playing, and that we were able to achieve a new level of playing together thanks to our collected approach. When playing, we didn’t consider how to show ourselves off.
I believe that the best musicians in the world have this in common; which is to see past their own values, and to listen to/connect with their audience and fellow musicians. I’ve realized all of this thanks to my practice of being a more compassionate and caring person.
So, I would like to thank everyone on this website for opening your hearts and showing me how to be a more caring person.
A.When I used to connect with other musicians |
B.Therefore, as you become more kind and sympathetic |
C.Because of this, our music was better than ever before |
D.There was just us sharing ourselves with our open hearts |
E.I often find music moves me to be open and connect with others |
F.There are languages that are universal, music and kindness are two of those languages |
G.As I grow into a more kind and caring person, I can bring joy to not only those in my daily life |
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