Do you have a hobby? Something you look forward to spending your time with? Something you love to do?
There are many things that a hobby can give you, apart from an enjoyable time. Sashay was a shy boy but through his interest in model airplanes he learned the value of sticking to a task until it was finished.
Having a hobby helps you relax and get away from the routines of school.
Your hobby defines (确定;解释) you.
A.So go ahead and develop a hobby. |
B.It proves your ability. |
C.It gives you a break. |
D.It could be collecting something. |
E.Hobbies show your character. |
F.It shows your special skills. |
G.He learned to make friends for the first time. |
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Some years ago, an 80-year-old man hit the headlines when the local council tried to force him out of his own house in London. Mr. Trebus, who’d had to leave his hometown in Poland after Germany invaded at the beginning of the Second World War, later served as a tank commander in the British army. After he settled in London, he began collecting all kinds of things. He would tour the local neighbourhood recovering things from bins that others had seen as mere rubbish. He then took this junk home and sorted it into piles of similar things: a room packed with vacuum cleaners, a corner for old doors, another for windows. He also managed to acquire practically every record Elvis Presley ever made. By the time the council came to evict (驱逐) the old man, he had just a tiny space in his kitchen to live in, surrounded by piles of old newspapers and children’s toys. Yet he resisted eviction, arguing that everything he kept was useful. He was cleverly over-the-top, but let’s face it, there’s a bit of Mr Trebus in most of us. How many collectors do you know? Personally, I have boxes of old comics in the attic, which I don’t read, but can’t get rid of. Who hasn’t made some impulse purchase, which has then been left lying in some cupboard for years? How many of you have a drawer like mine in the kitchen: a drawer full of caution and fear, stuffed with good intentions; packed with optimism and meanness and, of course, all rubbish? In my drawer, there are a number of instructions and guarantees for things I’ve bought over the years, just in case they break down or I forget how to use them. There are also a large number of dead batteries which I’ve been meaning to take to the recycling centre and a number of leaflets — one about a local gym I still haven’t joined. There are various odd screws, nails and pins (I’d have to buy new packs if I didn’t keep them), a broken cup (I must buy some glue to stick it back together), and finally a large number of foreign coins (they might be collector’s items one day, they might be valuable). | ||||||||||
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A.Both Mr Trebus and he survived a terrible war. |
B.He has known Mr Trebus for a long time. |
C.Mr Trebus and he might have something in common. |
D.He would like to be another Mr Trebus. |
A.Dani79 and TimR1975 | B.Dani79 and Proshrink |
C.Redyellowblue and Proshrink | D.Redyellowblue and TimR1975 |
A.love storing things | B.admit being dishonest |
C.throw away unnecessary things | D.are interested in psychology |
I went climbing with a millennial(千禧一代).She is younger, fitter, braver and more energetic. I am good at getting discouraged, having a rest and giving advice from the sidelines. She will cling(附着于)on to a wall like a small monkey trying to escape certain death, while I will get near the top, realize how high that is and lose my nerve. Together we could make an impressive(感人的;令人钦佩的) team, me at the bottom of the wall, going, "That's great, try using your feet one by one. Oh...What did you do that for?" And her going, "Shall we try that again so we've actually done it? Do you think we should have warmed up first?"
Climbing muscles, being the same as regular muscles, are use-it-or-lose-it. I climbed more often before I did the crazy running activity and used to think of the green runs at my local center as being for children, or for a warm-up. Now I find them extremely hard, and the purple is my top-of-the-tree, when in fact they are both for beginners, really. I suspect the millennial of avoiding the blue-with-red-spots just so as to not show me up.
It wasn't her first time climbing, but she wasn't registered at the center, so she had to go through a process that sounds threatening: watching a video and answering questions on it (the answers are always "I am responsible for my own safety in the center" and Holds may spin"). In an older person-me, for instance-any activity that starts with a reflection on your own death is a little low-energy, whereas she seemed quite excited by it.
We both laughed at each other's clothing: she accused me of having, a pink T-shirt which seemed too lovely for me, while she was dressed to be a labourer. The moral is that you can basically wear anything while you climb. It's not like running, where the ill-dressed are chased from the area by a thousand eyes.
【小题1】We learn from Paragraph 1 that the author and the millennial .A.know each other very well | B.try to learn how to escape death |
C.form a sharp contrast | D.make a team that beats others |
A.climbing does good to muscles |
B.climbing needs practicing regularly |
C.climbing muscles are as useful as other muscles |
D.climbing muscles won’t be lost even if not used |
A.let the climbers realize the climbing might be dangerous |
B.give the climbers another approach to think of death |
C.warn the climbers against loss of energy in the process |
D.remind the climbers of the importance of registration |
A.Climbers need to wear special clothes. |
B.Ill-dressed runners stand out improperly. |
C.Climbers need to get a certificate before climbing. |
D.The author and millennial like making fun of others. |
It was early in 1981 when I first met George. I was in my early 30s, seeking a creative outlet unrelated to the boredom of housework and raising little kids. At 65, George had recently retired and was seeking a rewarding hobby for his golden years. For both of us, painting was “it” and we met at a local TAFE painting class. Thus began a friendship that was to last for 25 years- -until the day he died.
George was a man who lived life to the full. He worked hard, played hard and had an opinion about everything. As a slim and energetic man, he took pride in his fitness and walked more than three kilometers every day. “I'd no more go without my walk than without changing my underwear. “He’d say.
As the only male in a painting class full of women, George ruled the roost and we were his hens. He adored his singular role and looked after his brood with the same attention he gave to everything.
He took to painting with passion and commitment, even changing the spare bedroom of his home into a studio. His painting equipment was comprehensive- an easel, quality paints, linseed oil, turpentine, brushes, palette, canvases, charcoal pencils, fixative, palette knives- even a rolling pin for removing air bubbles when gluing.
For about six years George and I studied together through various units until the completion of the course and other commitments drew us apart, though we always maintained personal contact as we lived within a couple of kilometers of each other. I'd sometimes see him on his daily walk or at the local shops and occasionally we' d touch base with a“proper”afternoon tea.
Fast-forward some years and George was now about 80 years old. He rang one day and asked me to come to his house, saying he needed to ask me something. George explained that he was giving up painting and giving away all his “stuff". Everything- -paints, boards, canvases, completed works and rolling pin! “I can't paint, Bev.” He declared in the manner of a child who had to say farewell to his favorite toy.“ You have the best talent and are most likely to use it," he said.
After considerable persuasion, I accepted this precious gift on condition that he could reclaim it at any time. He never did, of course, and I still use much of his equipment today, more than 20 years later. As I paint, I often remember George and his big personality.
【小题1】The friendship between George and the writer started because_________A.they thought painting was characterized by creativity |
B.they appreciated each other for their painting ability |
C.they thought painting was a great way of killing time |
D.they shared happiness in their local painting class |
A.George walked too hard to change his underwear |
B.George viewed his walk as a great way to keep fit |
C.George had his opinion of changing his underwear |
D.George had to walk hard daily to live life to the full |
A.George was passionate about painting |
B.George was cautious about his painting |
C.George was skilled with his painting |
D.George was fond of its use in painting |
A.“He worked hard, played hard and had an opinion about everything" (Paragraph 2) |
B.“As the only male ... George ruled the roost and we were his hens." (Paragraph 3) |
C.“I’d sometimes see him on his daily walk .... afternoon tea." (Paragraph 5) |
D.“He declared in the manner of a child who ... his favorite toy." (Paragraph 6) |
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