There was a boy who was sent to a boarding school(寄宿学校). Before that he was the best student in his class. He was at the top in every competition. But things changed after that. His grades started dropping(掉下). He hated being in a group. He was lonely all the time. He felt really sad and that no one loved him.

His parents began to worry. But even they didn’t know what was wrong. So his dad decided to visit the school and talk with him.

They sat on the bank of the lake near the school. The father started asking him casual(随便的) questions about his classes, teachers and sports. Then he asked, “Do you know, son, why I am here today?”

The boy said, “To check my grades?”

“No, no,” his dad replied. “I am here to tell you that you are the most important person for me. I want to see you’re happy. I don’t care about grades. I care about you. I care about your happiness. YOU ARE MY LIFE.”

Now the boy had everything he wanted. He knew there was someone on this earth who cared for him very much. He meant the world to someone.

Thanks a lot, Dad. YOU ARE MY LIFE!

1.The boy _________ to be sent to the boarding school.

A．liked             B．hated             C．didn’t mind       D．wished

2.The boy’s grades became _____________ those before.

A．better than        B．worse than        C．the same as        D．the best of

3.The father went to the school to see him because __________.

A．he wanted to check his son’s grades

B．he was really angry with his son

C．he was worried about his son

D．he wanted to take his son home

4.The boy’s ___________ is the most important thing to his family.

A．grades            B．success           C．happiness         D．study

5.We can learn from the passage that _____________.

A．the boy hated his father and mother at last

B．the boy didn’t finish his school at last

C．the boy knew that his family loved him very much

D．the boy didn’t understand his father at all

I loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it when mother sat doing letters. Looking at the ink bottle, pens and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
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 get angry, and never saw her cry. I knew she loved me, and 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 went by 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 that she did forgive (原谅) me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. It didn’t come.
It seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to her.
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 had never been able to. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside… a photo of my father and a one-paper 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 ______.

I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she’d said again, “it’s 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 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, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. 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____________.