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        On Sundays my father always wore that dull gray apron - the one with the race cars all over it. The
    ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced: "Go ahead everyone. I'll take care of the
    dishes!" With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper. Off came the suit coat he
    had worn to church that morning. Up went the shirtsleeves. On went that apron. For the next hour Dad
    did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow in Mrs.
    Murphy's Chowder?"
         I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron - even one with race cars - but I never
    thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition. It was the last Sunday in August. My father
    seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together.
         "Tommy," he said letting my name roll off his tongue. My mind raced ahead of his words: The birds
    and the bees? A new bike?  A part-time job?
         "There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities." This was important. I
    might even get to back the car out of the driveway.
         " Responsibilities?" I asked.
         "Yes. It's time you took a greater role in the household." Power tools? Boss my baby brother?
         "Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work the
    crossword puzzle together."
         "The dishes!?"
         "Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son?"
          I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my
    protests would fall on deaf ears.
         I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning. Dad seemed in a jovial mood as he described an
    exceptional Yankee game seen through the eyes of Mel Allen on the radio last night.
         "Mickey Mantle drove the ball right over the center field wall," he said. "Just a straight line climb in
    right out of the stadium." He looked out the window as if trying to pick the ball out of the cloud formations. I tried to imagine Mickey Mantle wearing an apron.
         Suddenly, everything grew quiet. My sister began to clear the table. My brother was scraping the last
    of the egg from his plate. And then that ancient family ritual that had filled so many Sunday mornings came
    to an end. My father announced: "Let's go read the paper, Hon."
         "Aren't you doing the dishes?" my mother asked in puzzlement.
         "Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position."
         My brother and sister stopped cold. So this was what my life had come to. A dark angel sat on my
    left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class. I could
    bench-press my weight. I knew three declensions in Latin, the language of Caesar. Ask me to run
    through a rainstorm. Command me to ride the roller coaster - backward. These things I would do. But I
    could never do those dishes. There was nothing left but to refuse.
         People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son. He came back into the
    kitchen just as I was about to storm out. He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his
    shirt-ready to relax. In his right hand was the old apron.
         "I want you to have this, Tommy. It'll keep your clothes from getting wet." And before I could mount
    a protest, he had put the thing on me. "Thanks, Son. Your mother and I appreciate this."
         With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper. I looked down at the plastic. It had seen better days.
    I could see my dad reaching for the dishes. The dark angel flew off. Soon I was singing about Mrs.
    Murphy's chowder. The words came out of nowhere. And out of nowhere I knew the kind of man I
    wanted to be.
    1. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
    A.  The author's family usually had breakfast after going to church on Sundays.
    B. Father was not willing to wash dishes.
    C.  Mother would wash dishes together with father.
    D.  Mother used to do the dishes alone.
    2. What did the author think of washing dishes at first?
    A.  It's natural for a man to wash dishes .
    B.  Washing dishes was women's work..
    C.  Parents should wash dishes.
    D.  Children should help their parents wash dishes.
    3. Which of the statements is Not true?
    A.  The author would rather run through a rainstorm than wash dishes at first.
    B.  Mickey Mantle would wash dishes for the author.
    C.  Father set a good example to the author.
    D.  The author understood his father at last.
    4. Which of the following words can best decribe the author's father?
    A. successful    
    B. humourous    
    C. responsible    
    D. generous
    5. What can be the best title for the pasage?
    A. Father's Love  
    B. Father's Apron  
    C. Father's Responsibility  
    D. Father's Influence

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    阅读理解。
          On Sundays my father always wore that dull gray apron - the one with the race cars all over it.
    The ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced: "Go ahead everyone. I'll take care of
    the dishes!" With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper. Off came the suit
    coat he had worn to church that morning. Up went the shirtsleeves. On went that apron. For the next
    hour Dad did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow
    in Mrs. Murphy's Chowder?"
          I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron - even one with race cars - but I neve
    r thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition. It was the last Sunday in August. My
    father seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together.
          "Tommy," he said letting my name roll off his tongue. My mind raced ahead of his words: The birds
    and the bees? A new bike? A part-time job?
          "There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities." This was important.
    I might even get to back the car out of the driveway.
          "Responsibilities?" I asked.
          "Yes. It's time you took a greater role in the household." Power tools? Boss my baby brother?
          "Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work
    the crossword puzzle together."
           "The dishes!?"
           "Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son?"
          I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my
    protests would fall on deaf ears.
          I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning. Dad seemed in a cheerful mood and was describing
    a wonderful baseball game he saw last night.
          Suddenly, everything grew quiet. My sister began to clear the table. My brother was finishing the
    last of the egg from his plate. And then that ancient family ritual (程序、仪式) that had filled so many
    Sunday mornings came to an end. My father announced: "Let's go read the paper, Hon."
          "Aren't you doing the dishes?" my mother asked in puzzlement.
          "Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position."
          My brother and sister stopped cold. So this was what my life had come to. A dark angel sat on
    my left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class. I could
    bench-press my weight. Ask me to run through a rainstorm. Command me to ride the roller coaster 
    backward. These things I would do. But I could never do those dishes. There was nothing left but to
    refuse.
          People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son. He came back into the
    kitchen just as I was about to storm out. He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his
    shirt- ready to relax. In his right hand was the old apron.
          "I want you to have this, Tommy. It'll keep your clothes from getting wet." And before I could
    mount a protest, he had put the thing on me. "Thanks, Son. Your mother and I appreciate this."
          With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper. I looked down at the plastic. It had seen better
    days. I could see my dad reaching for the dishes. The dark angel flew off. Soon I was singing about
    Mrs. Murphy's chowder. The words came out of nowhere. And out of nowhere I knew the kind of
    man I wanted to be.
    1. From paragraph 1, we can learn that ________.
    A. the family usually had breakfast after going to church on Sundays
    B. father was not really willing to wash dishes for the family
    C. mother would wash dishes together with father
    D. mother used to do the dishes alone
    2. What did the author think of washing dishes at first?
    A. It's natural for a man to wash dishes.
    B. Children need to help parents wash dishes.
    C. Parents should wash dishes more.
    D. Washing dishes was women's work.
    3. Which of the following is conveyed in the passage?
    A. The writer understood his father at last.
    B. The writer was asked to run through a rainstorm.
    C. The writer's sister offered to wash dishes for him.
    D. The writer's mother was happy that he offered to wash dishes.
    4. Which of the following words can best describe the author's father?
    A. Stubborn.    
    B. Humorous.    
    C. Responsible.    
    D. Generous.
    5. The writer wrote the passage in order to ________.
    A. tell readers how his father taught him what it means to be a man
    B. tell readers there is always a special chemistry between a father and a son
    C. show readers the generation gap is actually something easy to deal with
    D. show readers what an ideal relationship between a father and a son is like

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    阅读理解，阅读下列短文，从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C、D)中，选出最佳选项。

    　　On Sundays my father always wore that dull gray apron-the one with the race cars all over it．The ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced： "Go ahead everyone．I'll take care of the dishes! " With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper．Off came the suit coat he had worn to church that morning．Up went the shirtsleeves．On went that apron．For the next hour Dad did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow in Mrs．Murphy's Chowder? "

    　　I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron-even one with race cars-but I never thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition．It was the last Sunday in August．My father seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together．

    　　"Tommy, " he said letting my name roll off his tongue．My mind raced ahead of his words： The birds and the bees? A new bike? A part-time job?

    　　"There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities．" This was important．I might even get to back the car out of the driveway．

    　　"Responsibilities? " I asked．

    　　"Yes．It's time you took a greater role in the household．" Power tools? Boss my baby brother?

    　　"Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work the crossword puzzle together．"

    　　"The dishes! ? "

    　　"Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son? "

    　　I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my protests would fall on deaf ears．

    　　I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning．Dad seemed in a cheerful mood and was describing a wonderful baseball game he saw last night．

    　　Suddenly, everything grew quiet．My sister began to clear the table．My brother was finishing the last of the egg from his plate．And then that ancient family ritual(程序、仪式)that had filled so many Sunday mornings came to an end．My father announced： "Let's go read the paper, Hon．"

    　　"Aren't you doing the dishes? " my mother asked in puzzlement．

    　　"Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position．"

    　　My brother and sister stopped cold．So this was what my life had come to．A dark angel sat on my left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class．I could bench-press my weight．Ask me to run through a rainstorm．Command me to ride the roller coaster – backward．These things I would do．But I could never do those dishes．There was nothing left but to refuse．

    　　People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son．He came back into the kitchen just as I was about to storm out．He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt-ready to relax．In his right hand was the old apron．

    　　"I want you to have this, Tommy．It'll keep your clothes from getting wet．" And before I could mount a protest, he had put the thing on me．"Thanks, Son．Your mother and I appreciate this．"

    　　With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper．I looked down at the plastic．It had seen better days．I could see my dad reaching for the dishes．The dark angel flew off．Soon I was singing about Mrs．Murphy's chowder．The words came out of nowhere．And out of nowhere I knew the kind of man I wanted to be．

    (1)

    From paragraph 1, we can learn that ________．

    [　　]

    A．

    the family usually had breakfast after going to church on Sundays

    B．

    father was not really willing to wash dishes for the family

    C．

    mother would wash dishes together with father

    D．

    mother used to do the dishes alone

    (2)

    What did the author think of washing dishes at first?

    [　　]

    A．

    It's natural for a man to wash dishes．

    B．

    Children need to help parents wash dishes．

    C．

    Parents should wash dishes more．

    D．

    Washing dishes was women's work．

    (3)

    Which of the following is conveyed in the passage?

    [　　]

    A．

    The writer understood his father at last．

    B．

    The writer was asked to run through a rainstorm．

    C．

    The writer's sister offered to wash dishes for him．

    D．

    The writer's mother was happy that he offered to wash dishes．

    (4)

    Which of the following words can best describe the author's father?

    [　　]

    A．

    Stubborn．

    B．

    Humorous．

    C．

    Responsible．

    D．

    Generous．

    (5)

    The writer wrote the passage in order to ________．

    [　　]

    A．

    tell readers how his father taught him what it means to be a man

    B．

    tell readers there is always a special chemistry between a father and a son

    C．

    show readers the generation gap is actually something easy to deal with

    D．

    show readers what an ideal relationship between a father and a son is like

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    Her frozen fingers touched the flame trying to feel alive. She could feel the warmth but it was a cold heat, as if the candle was rejecting her.

    Her arms turned red because of the cold, her short sleeved shirt not giving her enough warmth. The winter air grabbed(抓住) at her arms, causing her pain, but she didn’t mind. She knew she should put her jacket on, it was winter in Connecticut, but that would be giving up. Up here, in this tree she felt safe.

    She looked at the candle, surrounded by hardening wax(蜡). She placed her fingers gently on the warm green wax. This candle was a reminder of her life inside that house, a life she would have to return to eventually.

    As a child, she had gotten this candle. She spent all she had on it. The beautiful crystal box （水晶盒）had caught her eye. Five whole nickels（五分币） had brought her that candle.

    She gave it to her mother for Mother’s Day. Her mother had managed a smile and put it on a shelf. “It’s very pretty, honey! I will put it right here.” Since then that candle had never been moved, never been lighted, sitting dusty on a cluttered shelf that no one could see. Later on, her parents got divorced.

    By now the candle was colder than the air and the darkness was complete. The snow on the ground made the night lighter and less satisfying than it had been before the first snowfall. She liked the darkness because she felt safe in it. From the glances of her friends who liked the girl she used to be. From the boys who could never figure out who she was. From her guidance counselor(顾问) whose endless worried looks never made her feel any better.

    No one was outside at this time of night. She was alone in the world, just how she liked it. Just as she was about to lean back against the branch, she heard a sound.

    She heard footsteps breaking the ice in the snow, heading toward her. He was making his way toward the white fence at the edge of the building, right against the road. Normally she would have ignored this person and stayed on her branch faraway from human contact, but this figure had something with him. He trudged(吃力地走) toward the white fence carrying a case. The figure reached the fence, opened the case and took out a shiny object.

    She took her eyes off this figure only long enough to climb down the tree to get a better view of him. She reached the bottom and saw that the person had turned to face the street, sitting on the white fence that she and her friends once sat on. She stepped carefully on the ice, making her way toward him.

    And then a beautiful sound of music came from the shiny object. She stopped and listened to it. She started walking towards the guy again. Just as she was about to step onto the snow banks, she slipped on the ice crashing to the ground. The figure turned around in surprise and a sudden recognition fell upon them both.

    1.The girl was hiding in the tree at deep night to ______.

    A．keep herself from the cold                B．wait for the boy to come

    C．want to be left alone                     D．seek safety from any hurt

    2.From the story, we can learn that ______.

    A．the girl suffered a lot in her life

    B．the girl’s parents divorced because of her

    C．teachers and friends treated the girl badly

    D．the girl used to stay in the tree when feeling sad

    3.The underlined word “it” in the story refers to ______.

    A．leaning back against the branch            B．being alone in the world

    C．not being disturbed at night               D．it being dark with snow around

    4.From the end of the story, it can be known that the girl _______.

    A．knew the person                        B．knew what the object was

    C．realized her wishes                      D．would never feel alone any more

     

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    Her frozen fingers touched the flame trying to feel alive. She could feel the warmth but it was a cold heat, as if the candle was rejecting her.

    Her arms turned red because of the cold, her short sleeved shirt not giving her enough warmth. The winter air grabbed(抓住) at her arms, causing her pain, but she didn’t mind. She knew she should put her jacket on, it was winter in Connecticut, but that would be giving up. Up here, in this tree she felt safe.

    She looked at the candle, surrounded by hardening wax(蜡). She placed her fingers gently on the warm green wax. This candle was a reminder of her life inside that house, a life she would have to return to eventually.

    As a child, she had gotten this candle. She spent all she had on it. The beautiful crystal box （水晶盒）had caught her eye. Five whole nickels（五分币） had brought her that candle.

    She gave it to her mother for Mother’s Day. Her mother had managed a smile and put it on a shelf. “It’s very pretty, honey! I will put it right here.” Since then that candle had never been moved, never been lighted, sitting dusty on a cluttered shelf that no one could see. Later on, her parents got divorced.

    By now the candle was colder than the air and the darkness was complete. The snow on the ground made the night lighter and less satisfying than it had been before the first snowfall. She liked the darkness because she felt safe in it. From the glances of her friends who liked the girl she used to be. From the boys who could never figure out who she was. From her guidance counselor(顾问) whose endless worried looks never made her feel any better.

    No one was outside at this time of night. She was alone in the world, just how she liked it. Just as she was about to lean back against the branch, she heard a sound.

    She heard footsteps breaking the ice in the snow, heading toward her. He was making his way toward the white fence at the edge of the building, right against the road. Normally she would have ignored this person and stayed on her branch faraway from human contact, but this figure had something with him. He trudged(吃力地走) toward the white fence carrying a case. The figure reached the fence, opened the case and took out a shiny object.

    She took her eyes off this figure only long enough to climb down the tree to get a better view of him. She reached the bottom and saw that the person had turned to face the street, sitting on the white fence that she and her friends once sat on. She stepped carefully on the ice, making her way toward him.

    And then a beautiful sound of music came from the shiny object. She stopped and listened to it. She started walking towards the guy again. Just as she was about to step onto the snow banks, she slipped on the ice crashing to the ground. The figure turned around in surprise and a sudden recognition fell upon them both.

    47. The girl was hiding in the tree at deep night to ______.

    A. keep herself from the cold                     B. wait for the boy to come

    C. want to be left alone                           D. seek safety from any hurt

    48. From the story, we can learn that ______.

    A. the girl suffered a lot in her life

    B. the girl’s parents divorced because of her

    C. teachers and friends treated the girl badly

    D. the girl used to stay in the tree when feeling sad

    49. The underlined word “it” in the story refers to ______.

    A. leaning back against the branch        B. being alone in the world

    C. not being disturbed at night               D. it being dark with snow around

    50. From the end of the story, it can be known that the girl _______.

    A. knew the person                           B. knew what the object was

    C. realized her wishes                     D. would never feel alone any more

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