阅读理解

　　I felt very tired when I came home from work. I fell asleep while my one-year-old son was playing his toy. After a while, a loud knock at the door woke me up. Ah, my little son tried to open the door. From the window, he saw a kite flying in the sky. Oh, it's quite a nice kite! I got up and looked out of the window. Two boys were flying the kite. I looked my son out of the house. “I'm glad to see you. ” I asked one boy, “Would you please tell me where you bought the kite? My son likes it very much and I want to buy one for him. ”

　　“We made it ourselves. ”

　　“If he likes, he can take it, ” said the other boy.

　　“Thank you just the same, little boy. I'm going to make a kite for him. Thank you.”

1．How many people are there in this paragraph?

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2．Who is the oldest?

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3．Who made the kite?

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4．Who likes the kites very much?

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5．How old is the son?

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阅读理解

　　I felt very tired when I came home from work. I fell asleep while my one-year-old son was playing his toy. After a while, a loud knock at the door woke me up. Ah, my little son tried to open the door. From the window, he saw a kite flying in the sky. Oh, it's quite a nice kite! I got up and looked out of the window. Two boys were flying the kite. I looked my son out of the house. “I'm glad to see you. ” I asked one boy, “Would you please tell me where you bought the kite? My son likes it very much and I want to buy one for him. ”

　　“We made it ourselves. ”

　　“If he likes, he can take it, ” said the other boy.

　　“Thank you just the same, little boy. I'm going to make a kite for him. Thank you.”

(1) How many people are there in this paragraph?

[　　]

(2) Who is the oldest?

[　　]

(3) Who made the kite?

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(4) Who likes the kites very much?

[　　]

(5) How old is the son?

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That cold January night, it seemed I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.

    As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away any possible robbers(抢劫犯). Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.

    About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.

    Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.

    Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.

    It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.

46. How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

A Cold and sick                           B Lucky and hopeful

C Satisfied and cheerful            D Disappointed and helpless

47. From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy_____.

A solving her problem at the bank       B taking part in various city jobs

C learning acting in an evening school   D preparing for the first night show

48. On her way home the writer_____

A lost her wallet unknowingly         B was stopped by a garbage truck driver

C was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife

D found some homeless people following her

49. In the fifth paragraph, why did the writer say she was dreaming?

A Someone offered to take her back home   B A red-haired man came to see her.           

C She heard someone call her name        D Her wallet was found in a garbage truck

50.From the text, we can infer that the writer_____

A would stop working at night               B would stay on in San Francisco

C would make friends with cleaners.      D would give up her job at the bank

Jodie’s Daddy Is a Garbageman(垃圾清理工)
Mr Swales wanted to find out what his students’ parents did. He had just called Jodie when some girls burst out laughing. Shirley shouted, “Jodie’s daddy is a garbageman!”
Everybody in the class laughed out loud, except Jodie. She felt her face turn red.
“Silence!” Mr Swales said, “Being a garbagemen is a difficult and useful job. We should all be grateful to Jodie’s father.”
Jodie’s father came to walk her home from school as usual, but she didn’t run up to him the way she always did. When they got back home, Jodie went to her room and cried for a long time.
Her father came into her room, “What happened, Jodie? Why are you so sad?”
Jodie told her father what had happened and looked at him. He didn’t seem angry or hurt. “Well,” he said, “they are right. Being a garbageman is a dirty job. Tomorrow’s Saturday. Come to work with me, Jodie.”
The place really smelt too bad. Jodie wrinkled her nose. “Don’t worry, kid. In five minute you won’t smell a thing.” said her father.
Everybody there was working hard, and they seemed to have a good time. Jodie’s father handed her a pair of gloves and told her to get the little plastic bags and throw them into the truck.
It was fun, but also hard work. Jodie’s arms soon got tired. At last, no more garbage was left and Jodie felt very happy.
“Garbage is disgusting, but when we clear it away, everything’s nice and clean. You can make yourself happy only by making other happy. That’s why I like being a garbageman so much.”
Jodie gave her dirty, smelly garbageman daddy a big kiss(吻). She said, “When I grow up, I will be a garbage-girl!”
Now whenever someone asks Jodie what her daddy does, she says, “He’s a garbageman! Everybody makes garbage, but my daddy takes it away!”
【小题1】What happened in Mr Swale’s class?