“Mom, I have cancer.” These four words catapulted my son and me on a journey that lasted two years. On that day I felt a wave of paralyzing fear.
Scott was the oldest of my four children. He was 33 years old and a successful assistant principal at SamRayburn Hifht School in Pasadena, Texas. He and his wife Carolyn were busy raising four active children. Scott was 6’2’’, weighed 200 pounds and had never been sick a day in his life.
A few month earlier a mole(痣)on his neck had changed color. “Dr.Warner called,” Scott said that spring morning. “It’s melanoma.(黑素瘤)” I tried to comfort him, naming all the people I knew who had survived skin cancer. Yet, I felt small tentacles of fear begin to wrap around my chest.
Our next stop was MDAnderson, the famous cancer hospital in Houston. Scott had surgery at the end of May and was scheduled for radiation treatments over the summer recess. “There is an 80 percent chance it won’t reoccur,” the doctors said. At the end of summer, all his tests came back negative and Scott was back at school in the fall. However, in December, Scott discovered a lump on his neck. It was examined and the result came back “malignant.(恶性的)” We now realized that Scott fell into the 20 percent category. I could feel the tentacles tightening around my chest. He entered the hospital for an aggressive treatment, a combination of interferon and interleukin.
After five months of treatment, he had radical surgery on his neck. The test results were encouraging, only three of the 33 lymph nodes(淋巴结) removed were malignant. We were very hopeful.
For the next six months, Scott’s follow-up visits went well. Then in October, X-ray revealed a spot on his lung. The spot was removed during surgery and the doctors tried to be optimistic. It was a daily battle to control the fear and panic each setback brought.
In January, he was diagnosed as having had a “disease explosion.” The cancer had spread to his lungs, spine and liver and he was given three to six months to live. There were times during this period when I felt like I was having a heart attack. The bands constricting my chest made breathing difficult.
When you watch your child battle cancer, you experience a roller coaster of emotions. There are moments of hope and optimism but a bad test result or even an unusual pain can bring on dread and panic.
Scott was readmitted to the hospital for one last try with chemotherapy. He died, quite suddenly, just six weeks after his last diagnosis. I was completely destroyed. I had counted on those last few months.
The next morning I was busy notifying people and making funeral arrangements. I remember having this nagging feeling that something was physically wrong with me. It took a moment to realize that the crushing sensation in my chest was gone. The thing every parent fears the most had happened. My son was gone. Of course, the fear had been replaced by unbearable sorrow.
After you lose a child, it is so difficult to go on. The most minimal tasks, combing your hair or taking a shower, becoming monumental. For months I just sat and stared into space. That spring, the trees began to bloom; flowers began to pop up in my garden. Friendswood was coming back to life but I was dead inside.
During those last weeks, Scott and I often spoke about life and death. Fragments of those conversations kept playing over and over in my mind.
“Don’t let this ruin your life, Mom.”
“Make sure Dad re models his workshop.”
“Please, take care of my family.”
I remember wishing I could have just one more conversation with him. I knew what I would say, but what would Scott say? “I know how much you love me, Mom. So just sit on the couch and cry.” No, I knew him better than that. Scott loved life and knew how precious it is. I could almost hear his voice saying, “Get up Mom, Get on with your life. It’s too valuable to waste.”
That was the day I began to move forward. I signed up for a cake decorating class. Soon I was making cakes for holidays and birthdays. My daughter-in-law told me about a writing class in Houston. I hadn’t written in years, but since I was retired I decided it be time to start again. The local college advertised a Life Story Writing class that I joined. There I met women who had also lost their children. The Poet Laureate of Texas was scheduled to speak at our local Barnes and Noble. I attended and joined our local poetry society. I never dreamed that writing essays and poems about Scott could be so therapeutic. Several of those poems have ever been published. In addition, each group brought more and more people into my life..
I don’t believe you ever recover from the loss of a child. Scott is in my heart and mind every day. However, I do believe you can survive.
Scott fought so bravery to live and he never gave up. He taught me that life is a gift that should be cherished, not wasted. It has taken years to become the person I am today. The journey has been a difficult, painful process but certainly worth the effort and I know that my son would be proud.
1.How old was Scott probably when he died?
A.33 B.35 C.37 D.40
2.What does the underlined sentence “ The bands constricting my chest made breathing difficult” probably imply?
A.It implies that Scott’s mother was likely to have a heart attack.
B.It implies that there was something wrong with Scott’s mother’s chest.
C.It implies that Scott’s mother was very upset and panic because of Scott’s severe illness.
D.It implies that the cancer had spread to her chest just like her son.
3.Which of the following statements best shows the author’s feeling about Scott’s death?
A.It was a daily battle to control the fear and panic each setback brought.
B.She felt a wave of fear.
C.She felt a feeling of fear begin to wrap around her chest.
D.The fear had been replaced by unbearable sorrow.
4.From Scott and his mother’s conversation, we can know that Scott is ________.
A.considerable B.humorous C.determined D.sensitive
5.The author intends to tell us that___________.
A.it takes a long time to make a person recover from the shock of losing a child
B.Scott is proud of his mother
C.life is full of happiness and sorrow.
D.We’d better make our life count instead of counting your days.
6.What might be the best title of the passage ?
A.Life is valuable B.Grieving and Recovery
C.Love and sorrow D.Alive or dead
高三英语阅读理解中等难度题
“Mom, I have cancer.” These four words catapulted my son and me on a journey that lasted two years. On that day I felt a wave of paralyzing fear.
Scott was the oldest of my four children. He was 33 years old and a successful assistant principal at SamRayburn Hifht School in Pasadena, Texas. He and his wife Carolyn were busy raising four active children. Scott was 6’2’’, weighed 200 pounds and had never been sick a day in his life.
A few month earlier a mole(痣)on his neck had changed color. “Dr.Warner called,” Scott said that spring morning. “It’s melanoma.(黑素瘤)” I tried to comfort him, naming all the people I knew who had survived skin cancer. Yet, I felt small tentacles of fear begin to wrap around my chest.
Our next stop was MDAnderson, the famous cancer hospital in Houston. Scott had surgery at the end of May and was scheduled for radiation treatments over the summer recess. “There is an 80 percent chance it won’t reoccur,” the doctors said. At the end of summer, all his tests came back negative and Scott was back at school in the fall. However, in December, Scott discovered a lump on his neck. It was examined and the result came back “malignant.(恶性的)” We now realized that Scott fell into the 20 percent category. I could feel the tentacles tightening around my chest. He entered the hospital for an aggressive treatment, a combination of interferon and interleukin.
After five months of treatment, he had radical surgery on his neck. The test results were encouraging, only three of the 33 lymph nodes(淋巴结) removed were malignant. We were very hopeful.
For the next six months, Scott’s follow-up visits went well. Then in October, X-ray revealed a spot on his lung. The spot was removed during surgery and the doctors tried to be optimistic. It was a daily battle to control the fear and panic each setback brought.
In January, he was diagnosed as having had a “disease explosion.” The cancer had spread to his lungs, spine and liver and he was given three to six months to live. There were times during this period when I felt like I was having a heart attack. The bands constricting my chest made breathing difficult.
When you watch your child battle cancer, you experience a roller coaster of emotions. There are moments of hope and optimism but a bad test result or even an unusual pain can bring on dread and panic.
Scott was readmitted to the hospital for one last try with chemotherapy. He died, quite suddenly, just six weeks after his last diagnosis. I was completely destroyed. I had counted on those last few months.
The next morning I was busy notifying people and making funeral arrangements. I remember having this nagging feeling that something was physically wrong with me. It took a moment to realize that the crushing sensation in my chest was gone. The thing every parent fears the most had happened. My son was gone. Of course, the fear had been replaced by unbearable sorrow.
After you lose a child, it is so difficult to go on. The most minimal tasks, combing your hair or taking a shower, becoming monumental. For months I just sat and stared into space. That spring, the trees began to bloom; flowers began to pop up in my garden. Friendswood was coming back to life but I was dead inside.
During those last weeks, Scott and I often spoke about life and death. Fragments of those conversations kept playing over and over in my mind.
“Don’t let this ruin your life, Mom.”
“Make sure Dad re models his workshop.”
“Please, take care of my family.”
I remember wishing I could have just one more conversation with him. I knew what I would say, but what would Scott say? “I know how much you love me, Mom. So just sit on the couch and cry.” No, I knew him better than that. Scott loved life and knew how precious it is. I could almost hear his voice saying, “Get up Mom, Get on with your life. It’s too valuable to waste.”
That was the day I began to move forward. I signed up for a cake decorating class. Soon I was making cakes for holidays and birthdays. My daughter-in-law told me about a writing class in Houston. I hadn’t written in years, but since I was retired I decided it be time to start again. The local college advertised a Life Story Writing class that I joined. There I met women who had also lost their children. The Poet Laureate of Texas was scheduled to speak at our local Barnes and Noble. I attended and joined our local poetry society. I never dreamed that writing essays and poems about Scott could be so therapeutic. Several of those poems have ever been published. In addition, each group brought more and more people into my life..
I don’t believe you ever recover from the loss of a child. Scott is in my heart and mind every day. However, I do believe you can survive.
Scott fought so bravery to live and he never gave up. He taught me that life is a gift that should be cherished, not wasted. It has taken years to become the person I am today. The journey has been a difficult, painful process but certainly worth the effort and I know that my son would be proud.
1.How old was Scott probably when he died?
A.33 B.35 C.37 D.40
2.What does the underlined sentence “ The bands constricting my chest made breathing difficult” probably imply?
A.It implies that Scott’s mother was likely to have a heart attack.
B.It implies that there was something wrong with Scott’s mother’s chest.
C.It implies that Scott’s mother was very upset and panic because of Scott’s severe illness.
D.It implies that the cancer had spread to her chest just like her son.
3.Which of the following statements best shows the author’s feeling about Scott’s death?
A.It was a daily battle to control the fear and panic each setback brought.
B.She felt a wave of fear.
C.She felt a feeling of fear begin to wrap around her chest.
D.The fear had been replaced by unbearable sorrow.
4.From Scott and his mother’s conversation, we can know that Scott is ________.
A.considerable B.humorous C.determined D.sensitive
5.The author intends to tell us that___________.
A.it takes a long time to make a person recover from the shock of losing a child
B.Scott is proud of his mother
C.life is full of happiness and sorrow.
D.We’d better make our life count instead of counting your days.
6.What might be the best title of the passage ?
A.Life is valuable B.Grieving and Recovery
C.Love and sorrow D.Alive or dead
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My mom takes pride in the fact that I was talking in three and four word sentences before I was ten months old. Some say it’s a gift while others simply think I talk too much.
As my thirties came to a close, I found myself reflecting on my life. I’m very happy and have no significant regrets. However, when I looked back on those times of difficulty, I saw a clear common denominator(特征); I didn’t seem to know when to stop talking. Whether it was hurting someone’s feelings, or having carelessly told a secret, the incident could have been avoided had I closed my mouth sooner. So I decided to practice the power of quiet.
To take this step, I needed to understand how people could sit comfortably in a group and not talk. Why does my husband feel completely content to say nothing in a conversation? He’s highly intelligent and has wonderful opinions but he’ll sit quietly and just listen. Even when he’s asked a pointed question, he’ll answer with few words while still communicating effectively. What a talent!
Can you imagine being happy just listening? In surveying those I know who talk less than I do, I got two answers—they either didn’t feel confident enough to speak up, or they just didn’t feel the need to participate in the conversation. Of course there were other reasons for not talking, but these were the two most popular answers.
The first one didn’t work for me. I’m just fine letting people know what I think about them, and hopefully it will make the conversation much more interesting. The second one didn’t work either. I do feel the need to participate. I feel it physically like an electrical pulse through my body; sometimes it’s so strong that it causes me to behave badly in the form of interrupting or speaking in an unusually loud voice. I had to look further.
An interesting thing happened on this journey to the power of quiet. During my weekly yoga class, it came to me like an answer so clear that the words rang in my head like soft, heavenly bells.
I talked too much so people would know I cared about them. It was my way of taking care of those I love. I decided before my fortieth birthday, that from that day forward, those around me would know I loved them, and cared what they thought and felt, but I was going to practice the power of quiet.
As my forty-second birthday approaches, I can say that deciding to talk less has been more about focusing on quality rather than quantity. I’ve found that listening more shows those who I care about that I really do care how they feel. Now when I break in, it means more to them. Oh, sure, I still have my short periods of talking too much, but for the most part this has been one resolution that I can call a success.
1.In Paragraph 3 the writer mentions her husband mainly ________.
A. to show how one communicates effectively
B. to explain the reason for his silence in a conversation
C. to give her high opinion of his communication skills
D. to give an example of those who have the power of quiet
2.By “I had to look further”, the writer means she had to ________.
A. look into the future in order to succeed in practicing the power of quiet
B. try harder to prevent herself from talking too much
C. find out other reasons why she should talk less
D. survey people in other areas who talk little
3.Which of the following best describe the writer’s character?
A. Kind but pessimistic.
B. Selfless but proud.
C. Loving and active.
D. Stubborn and sensitive.
高三英语阅读理解中等难度题查看答案及解析
My mom takes pride in the fact that I was talking in three and four word sentences before I was ten months old. Some say it’s a gift while others simply think I talk too much.
As my thirties came to a close, I found myself reflecting on my life. I’m very happy and have no significant regrets. However, when I looked back on those times of difficulty, I saw a clear common denominator(特征); I didn’t seem to know when to stop talking. Whether it was hurting someone’s feelings, or having carelessly told a secret, the incident could have been avoided had I closed my mouth sooner. So I decided to practice the power of quiet.
To take this step, I needed to understand how people could sit comfortably in a group and not talk. Why does my husband feel completely content to say nothing in a conversation? He’s highly intelligent and has wonderful opinions but he’ll sit quietly and just listen. Even when he’s asked a pointed question, he’ll answer with few words while still communicating effectively. What a talent!
Can you imagine being happy just listening? In surveying those I know who talk less than I do, I got two answers—they either didn’t feel confident enough to speak up, or they just didn’t feel the need to participate in the conversation. Of course there were other reasons for not talking, but these were the two most popular answers.
The first one didn’t work for me. I’m just fine letting people know what I think about them, and hopefully it will make the conversation much more interesting. The second one didn’t work either. I do feel the need to participate. I feel it physically like an electrical pulse through my body; sometimes it’s so strong that it causes me to behave badly in the form of interrupting or speaking in an unusually loud voice. I had to look further.
An interesting thing happened on this journey to the power of quiet. During my weekly yoga class, it came to me like an answer so clear that the words rang in my head like soft, heavenly bells.
I talked too much so people would know I cared about them. It was my way of taking care of those I love. I decided before my fortieth birthday, that from that day forward, those around me would know I loved them, and cared what they thought and felt, but I was going to practice the power of quiet.
As my forty-second birthday approaches, I can say that deciding to talk less has been more about focusing on quality rather than quantity. I’ve found that listening more shows those who I care about that I really do care how they feel. Now when I break in, it means more to them. Oh, sure, I still have my short periods of talking too much, but for the most part this has been one resolution that I can call a success.
1.In Paragraph 3 the writer mentions her husband mainly ______.
A. to show how one communicates effectively
B. to explain the reason for his silence in a conversation
C. to give an example of those who have the power of quiet
D. to give her high opinion of his communication skills
2.By “I had to look further”, the writer means she had to ______.
A. look into the future in order to succeed in practicing the power of quiet
B. try harder to prevent herself from talking too much
C. survey people in other areas who talk little
D. find out other reasons why she should talk less
3.Which of the following best describe the writer’s character?
A. Kind but pessimistic. B. Loving and active.
C. Selfless but proud. D. Stubborn and sensitive.
高三英语阅读理解中等难度题查看答案及解析
My mom takes pride in the fact that I was talking in three and four word sentences before I was ten months old. Some say it’s a gift while others simply think I talk too much.
As my thirties came to a close, I found myself reflecting on my life. I’m very happy and have no significant regrets. However, when I looked back on those times of difficulty, I saw a clear common denominator(特征); I didn’t seem to know when to stop talking. Whether it was hurting someone’s feelings, or having carelessly told a secret, the incident could have been avoided had I closed my mouth sooner. So I decided to practice the power of quiet.
To take this step, I needed to understand how people could sit comfortably in a group and not talk. Why does my husband feel completely content to say nothing in a conversation? He’s highly intelligent and has wonderful opinions but he’ll sit quietly and just listen. Even when he’s asked a pointed question, he’ll answer with few words while still communicating effectively. What a talent!
Can you imagine being happy just listening? In surveying those I know who talk less than I do, I got two answers—they either didn’t feel confident enough to speak up, or they just didn’t feel the need to participate in the conversation. Of course there were other reasons for not talking, but these were the two most popular answers.
The first one didn’t work for me. I’m just fine letting people know what I think about them, and hopefully it will make the conversation much more interesting. The second one didn’t work either. I do feel the need to participate. I feel it physically like an electrical pulse through my body; sometimes it’s so strong that it causes me to behave badly in the form of interrupting or speaking in an unusually loud voice. I had to look further.
An interesting thing happened on this journey to the power of quiet. During my weekly yoga class, it came to me like an answer so clear that the words rang in my head like soft, heavenly bells.
I talked too much so people would know I cared about them. It was my way of taking care of those I love. I decided before my fortieth birthday, that from that day forward, those around me would know I loved them, and cared what they thought and felt, but I was going to practice the power of quiet.
As my forty-second birthday approaches, I can say that deciding to talk less has been more about focusing on quality rather than quantity. I’ve found that listening more shows those who I care about that I really do care how they feel. Now when I break in, it means more to them. Oh, sure, I still have my short periods of talking too much, but for the most part this has been one resolution that I can call a success.
1.In Paragraph 3 the writer mentions her husband mainly ________.
A. to show how one communicates effectively
B. to explain the reason for his silence in a conversation
C. to give an example of those who have the power of quiet
D. to give her high opinion of his communication skills
2.By “I had to look further”, the writer means she had to ________.
A. look into the future in order to succeed in practicing the power of quiet
B. try harder to prevent herself from talking too much
C. survey people in other areas who talk little
D. find out other reasons why she should talk less
3.Which of the following best describe the writer’s character?
A. Kind but pessimistic.
B. Loving and active.
C. Selfless but proud.
D. Stubborn and sensitive.
高三英语阅读理解中等难度题查看答案及解析
“I have cancer.”Mom said and held me in a tight hug.I could feel her chest shaking as she tried not to cry but failed.
For all of my twenty-four years,my mom had been supportive.Strength and protection had always flowed from her to me.Now I knew it would have to flow the other way.
Mom didn’t stay down for long.After the shock of breast-cancer,she armed herself with a notebook and a pen and a thousand questions for the doctors.She took notes on white blood cell counts and medications(药物)with long names as though she were studying for entrance exams into medical school.”The not-knowing is the worst.”she said.
The operation was successful.The chemo(化疗)was the harder part.I went with Mom to every chemo treatment.She rarely complained,though her hair was gone and her toenails and fingernails fell out one by one.She joked that she could save money on nail polish and put it toward the doctor bills,even though she never wore nail polish.”Cancer can take my hair,my nails,my health,my very life. But it can’t take my smile.”Mom said.
Mom learned to share her fears with me,and it formed an even deeper bond between us.Yet I am certain there were fears she didn’t share because she was still protecting me-worries she only shared with Dad.Even in the darkest hours,she would just joke about the cancer. Mom always said,”When you look your greatest fear in the eye and laugh at it,you take away some of its power.”
Mom was one of the lucky ones.She did beat her cancer,though not without scars.From her,I’ve learned I may not get to choose what I face,but I do get to choose how I face it.
1.What does the underlined sentence in Paragraph 2 mean?
A.There were other ways to treat cancer.
B.Knowledge of cancer would be helpful.
C.Mom had to stay stronger to beat cancer.
D.I should be the one being there for Mom.
2.Which of the following words can best describe Mom?
A.Humorous and generous.
B.Considerate and ambitious.
C.Optimistic and determined.
D.Caring and knowledgeable.
3.What is the fifth paragraph mainly about?
A.The fear Mom shared with me.
B.The ways Mom faced fear.
C.The jokes Mom told me.
D.The bond Mom and I formed.
4.What lesson did the author learn from Mom?
A.Luck counts in beating diseases.
B.Complaint does no good to one’s health.
C.Positive attitudes get one through hardship for
D.Sharing feelings helps reduce sufferings a lot.
高三英语阅读理解中等难度题查看答案及解析
第一节:完形填空
My friend Gayle has been "living" with cancer for four years and it is progressively getting worse. One day Gayle 1 that one of her childhood wishes was to have a red Radio Flyer bicycle. As a child she never received one because she believed that if you told your birthday wish it wouldn't 2 .
I was at an ice cream stand one day and in the window was a miniature (微型的) red Radio Flyer bicycle that could be won in a 3 drawing (抽奖). For each ice cream you could fill out a ticket for a chance to win. After several weeks and many ice creams, I didn't win. I got up the courage to ask the person 4 if I could buy one. T 'went to the window and as I began 5 , I could feel my throat 6 and my eyes overflowed with tears. However I managed to tell him the story, and after writing a 7 I left carrying it.
The bicycle was 8 the next day, and Gayle's dream came true. The following day I received a letter that read:
Dear Bonnie,
Once in a while there is an opportunity to pass on a 9 I lost my parents to cancer six months ago. I cared for both of them but could not have done it without the love and generosity of friends - friends who 10 .
The best to you,
Norma
It was from the owner of the ice cream stand. Enclosed was my uncashed check.
( ) 1. A. expressed B. whispered C. told D. ordered
( ) 2. A. realize B. appear C. happen D. come true
( ) 3. A. daily B. weekly C. monthly D. yearly
( ) 4. A. in the charge B. in charge C. in office D. in public
( ) 5. A. to say B. to tell C. to weep D. to speak
( ) 6. A. tighten B. loosen C. dry D. wet
( ) 7. A. name B. check C. notice D. note
( ) 8. A. bought B. came C. ridden D. delivered
( ) 9. A. hand B. check C. kindness D. bicycle
( ) 10. A. care B. treasure C. value D. promise
高三英语完型填空简单题查看答案及解析
--- Mom, can you give me an extra 200 yuan a month?
--- Son, we have just bought a house, and from now on we need to practise strict .
A. economy B. medicine C. self-control D. patience
高三英语单项填空简单题查看答案及解析
Four years ago my sweet mom went to be with her Lord. She did it her way.
I got the call at work, and I headed home quickly. Mom and Dad lived on a small farm that they had owned since I was seven. I hated going there every weekend. There was nothing for a young girl to do but watch the one station on the old TV set, if the weather allowed reception.
My mom, on the other hand, loved the peace and quiet of the land. The place was rustic, with no indoor plumbing or heat. We had a big wood stove in the kitchen that did its best to heat the little farmhouse, but it always seemed cold and too quiet to me.
In the evenings, my mom and I would sit for hours singing in the little kitchen. I sang the melody and Mom harmonized. Her favorite song was "Moon River" and we sang it over and over. Mom told me stories about how when I was a little girl, I could sing before I could talk.
As time passed, I had my own children and went to visit them every week or two. The kids loved the farm and the tractor rides with my dad. Me, well, I still hated the silence of the farm. While my mom loved to sit at her kitchen table and look out at her garden and flowers and retell all the old stories, I missed the hustle and bustle(喧闹) of my life at home. But I sat there listening quietly as she reminisced.
Now, I sat back in the silence and the silence was deafening so I finally leaned over to turn on an old radio. Music always comforted me.
My heart skipped a beat. “Moon River” was playing on the radio. I sat there stunned, with a tear running down my cheek, as I listened to every familiar note.
Then the radio announcer came on. “Here’s one we haven’t heard in a while,” and an unfamiliar song began. I began to cry harder as I heard the words sung over the airwaves. “Come down, come down from your Ivory Tower…”
1.The writer didn’t like staying in the farm for the following reasons Except that ________.
A.it was too cold and quiet
B.she could only sing one song in the small farm
C.there was nothing more that could make her excited
D.the place was rustic, with no indoor plumbing or heat
2.From the first paragraph, we know that the writer’s mother ________.
A.left the small farm with Lord
B.passed away four years ago
C.left for Lord to live her own way
D.preferred to be with Lord
3.What does the underlined word refer to?
A.shouted B.comforted
C.recalled D.sighed
4.Which of the following would be the best title for this passage?
A.Mom’s music B.Cherish(珍惜) life
C.My happy childhood D.Our small farmhouse
高三英语阅读理解困难题查看答案及解析
Four years ago my sweet mom went to be with her Lord. She did it her way.
I got the call at work, and I headed home quickly. Mom and Dad lived on a small farm that they had owned since I was seven. I hated going there every weekend. There was nothing for a young girl to do but watch the one station on the old TV set, if the weather allowed reception.
My mom, on the other hand, loved the peace and quiet of the land. The place was rustic, with no indoor plumbing or heat. We had a big wood stove in the kitchen that did its best to heat the little farmhouse, but it always seemed cold and too quiet to me.
In the evenings, my mom and I would sit for hours singing in the little kitchen. I sang the melody and Mom harmonized. Her favorite song was "Moon River" and we sang it over and over. Mom told me stories about how when I was a little girl, I could sing before I could talk.
As time passed, I had my own children and went to visit them every week or two. The kids loved the farm and the tractor rides with my dad. Me, well, I still hated the silence of the farm. While my mom loved to sit at her kitchen table and look out at her garden and flowers and retell all the old stories, I missed the hustle and bustle(喧闹)of my life at home. But I sat there listening quietly as she reminisced.
Now, I sat back in the silence and the silence was deafening so I finally leaned over to turn on an old radio. Music always comforted me.
My heart skipped a beat. "Moon River" was playing on the radio. I sat there stunned, with a tear running down my cheek, as I listened to every familiar note.
1. From the first paragraph, we know that the writer’s mother ________.
A. left the small farm with Lord
B. passed away four years ago
C. left for Lord to live her own way
D. preferred to be with Lord
2. The underlined word reminisced in the fifth paragraph probably means ________.
A. shouted B. comforted
C. recalled D. sighed
3.The writer didn’t like staying in the farm for the following reasons except that ________.
A. she could only sing one song in the small farm
B. it was too cold and quiet
C. there was nothing more that could make her excited
D. the place was rustic, with no indoor plumbing or heat
4.Which of the following would be the best title for this passage? _______
A. Cherish(珍惜) life B. My happy childhood
C. Our small farmhouse D. Mom’s music
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Four years ago my sweet mom went to be with her Lord. She did it her way.
I got the call at work, and I headed home quickly. Mom and Dad lived on a small farm that they had owned since I was seven. I hated going there every weekend. There was nothing for a young girl to do but watch the one station on the old TV set, if the weather allowed reception.
My mom, on the other hand, loved the peace and quiet of the land. The place was rustic, with no indoor plumbing or heat. We had a big wood stove in the kitchen that did its best to heat the little farmhouse, but it always seemed cold and too quiet to me.
In the evenings, my mom and I would sit for hours singing in the little kitchen. I sang the melody and Mom harmonized. Her favorite song was "Moon River" and we sang it over and over. Mom told me stories about how when I was a little girl, I could sing before I could talk.
As time passed, I had my own children and went to visit them every week or two. The kids loved the farm and the tractor rides with my dad. Me, well, I still hated the silence of the farm. While my mom loved to sit at her kitchen table and look out at her garden and flowers and retell all the old stories, I missed the hustle and bustle(喧闹)of my life at home. But I sat there listening quietly as she reminisced.
Now, I sat back in the silence and the silence was deafening so I finally leaned over to turn on an old radio. Music always comforted me.
My heart skipped a beat. "Moon River" was playing on the radio. I sat there stunned, with a tear running down my cheek, as I listened to every familiar note.
1.From the first paragraph, we know that the writer’s mother ________.
A. passed away four years ago
B. left the small farm with Lord
C. left for Lord to live her own way
D. preferred to be with Lord
2.The underlined word reminisced in the fifth paragraph probably means ________.
A. recalled B. comforted
C. shouted D. sighed
3.The writer didn’t like staying in the farm for the following reasons except that ________.
A. it was too cold and quiet
B. she could only sing one song in the small farm
C. there was nothing more that could make her excited
D. the place was rustic, with no indoor plumbing or heat
4.Which of the following would be the best title for this passage? _______
A. Cherish(珍惜) life B. My happy childhood
C. Our small farmhouse D. Mom’s music
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