B

       But I wonder about my Momma sometimes, and all the other Negro(blacks )mothers who got up at 6 a.m. to go to the white man’s house with sacks over their shoes because it was so wet and cold. I wonder how they made it .They worked very hard for the man, they made his breakfast and they scrubbed his floors and they took care of his babies. They didn’t have too much time for us.

I wonder about my Momma ,who walked out of a white woman’s clean house at midnight and came back to her own where the lights had been out for three months ,and the pipes were frozen and the wind came in through the holes in the wall. She’d have to make deals with the rats: leave some food out for them so the wouldn’t bite the doors or the babies. The roaches（蟑螂）？Oh ,they were just like part of the family!

I wonder how she felt telling those white kids she took care of to brush their teeth after they ate, to wash their hands after they finish bathroom. She could never tell her own kids because there wasn’t soap or water back home.

I wonder how my Momma felt when we came home from school with a list of vitamins and pills the school nurse said we had to have .Momma would cry all night , and then go out and spend most of the rent money for pills. A week later ,the white man would come for his eighteen dollars’ rent and Momma would beg him to wait until tomorrow . She had to lie to him that she had lost her wallet or the relief check was coming soon or the white people had some money for her. Tomorrow I’d be hiding in the closet because there was only supposed to be two kids in the flat ,and I could hear the rent man shout at my Momma and call her a cheat. And when he finally went away, Momma put the sacks on her shoes and went off to the rich white man’s house to dress the rich white kids so their mother could take them to a special baby doctor.

60．Mother got up at 6 a.m. every day ,because    .

A．she had to cook breakfast for her children

B．she had to catch the first bus to the factory

C．she had to work in the white man’s house

D．she had to go to see a special baby doctor

61．Mother never told us to brush our teeth or to wash our hands because    .

A．she though we didn’t need to                B．we didn’t like washing hands

C．we had done everything very well         D．there was no soap or water in our home

62．Why did the writer hide in a closet when the landowner came for rent?

A．The closet could only hold two kids.

B．Only two kids were allowed to live in the house.

C．They should pay more rent for two kids.

D．There was only one bedroom for the two kids.

63．What does the writer mainly tell us?

A．Black people lead a miserable life.       

B．Black people don’t have enough rent money.

C．White people lead an expensive life.     

D．White people have special baby doctors.

B

       But I wonder about my Momma sometimes, and all the other Negro(blacks )mothers who got up at 6 a.m. to go to the white man’s house with sacks over their shoes because it was so wet and cold. I wonder how they made it .They worked very hard for the man, they made his breakfast and they scrubbed his floors and they took care of his babies. They didn’t have too much time for us.

       I wonder about my Momma ,who walked out of a white woman’s clean house at midnight and came back to her own where the lights had been out for three months ,and the pipes were frozen and the wind came in through the holes in the wall. She’d have to make deals with the rats: leave some food out for them so the wouldn’t bite the doors or the babies. The roaches（蟑螂）？Oh ,they were just like part of the family!

       I wonder how she felt telling those white kids she took care of to brush their teeth after they ate, to wash their hands after they finish bathroom. She could never tell her own kids because there wasn’t soap or water back home.

       I wonder how my Momma felt when we came home from school with a list of vitamins and pills the school nurse said we had to have .Momma would cry all night , and then go out and spend most of the rent money for pills. A week later ,the white man would come for his eighteen dollars’ rent and Momma would beg him to wait until tomorrow . She had to lie to him that she had lost her wallet or the relief check was coming soon or the white people had some money for her. Tomorrow I’d be hiding in the closet because there was only supposed to be two kids in the flat ,and I could hear the rent man shout at my Momma and call her a cheat. And when he finally went away, Momma put the sacks on her shoes and went off to the rich white man’s house to dress the rich white kids so their mother could take them to a special baby doctor.

60．Mother got up at 6 a.m. every day ,because     .

       A．she had to cook breakfast for her children

       B．she had to catch the first bus to the factory

       C．she had to work in the white man’s house

       D．she had to go to see a special baby doctor

61．Mother never told us to brush our teeth or to wash our hands because     .

       A．she though we didn’t need to  B．we didn’t like washing hands

       C．we had done everything very well  D．there was no soap or water in our home

62．Why did the writer hide in a closet when the landowner came for rent?

       A．The closet could only hold two kids.

       B．Only two kids were allowed to live in the house.

       C．They should pay more rent for two kids.

       D．There was only one bedroom for the two kids.

63．What does the writer mainly tell us?

      A．Black people lead a miserable life.

       B．Black people don’t have enough rent money.

       C．White people lead an expensive life.     

       D．White people have special baby doctors.

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A. it is on the wrong side of the town.

B. there aren’t enough bedrooms.

C. there is no dinning room.

D. the garden is too big.

54. Man: why don’t we rent one of the Sea View Holiday Flats for our holiday, Mary? They sound just as good as the Sea View Hotel, and it would be much cheaper.

Mary: there’s one big difference between the flats and the hotel. There would be much less work in the hotel.

Why would Mary rather stay in hotel?

A. They wouldn’t have to cook.

B. it’s not so expensive

C. She would enjoy the beautiful gardens.

D. it’s near the sea.

55. Tom: there’s a new football team standing in the village, mum. I’m old enough to play in it. We stop school at half past three, so I’d have plenty of time.

Mum: well, I suppose you could do your homework later. But look, Tom, you haven’t read the advertisement carefully. You can’t possibly play for this team.

Why can’t Tom play for the new football team?

A.He’s not old enough.

B.Tom hasn’t read the advertisement carefully.

C.School stops too late.

D.He has to do his homework.

56. Man: I’m looking for a room to rent. It doesn’t matter how big it is. I don’t care what color the walls are or how old the furniture is. I’ve got to study for my exams, so the house must be quiet and near the school.

　 Girl: there are some advertisements fro houses in the paper. What about this one?

　 Man: yes… yes… that’s all right. Oh, dear, no, I don’t think it would do.

A.It’s too small.　　　 B. the color of the walls is wrong.

C.The man likes old furniture better.　 D. it’s too noisy.

When I was a child, our dining room had two kinds of chairs―two large ones with arm rests and four small ones without. The larger ones stood at the ends of the table, the smaller ones on the sides. Mom and Dad sat in the big chairs, except when one of us was away; then Mom would sit in one of the smaller chairs. Dad always sat at the end, at the “head” of the table. Sitting where he did, Dad was framed by the window through which the yard could be seen with its trees and grass. His chair was not just a place for him at the table; it was a place in which he was situated against the yard and trees. It was the holy (神圣的) and protected place that was his, and ours through him.

After Dad retired, he and Mom moved out into a small flat. When they came to visit me at their old house. Dad still sat at the end of the table though the table was no longer his but mine. Only with my marriage to Barbara, did I hear a voice questioning the arrangement. She requested, gently but firmly, that I sit at the head of the table in our home. I realized then that I was head of the family, but I also felt unwilling to introduce such a change. How would I feel sitting in that “head” place in my Dad’s presence? And how would he handle it? I was to find out on the occasion of our youngest child’s first birthday.

Mom and Dad arrived for lunch, and went into the dining room. Dad moved toward his usual seat in front of the window. Before he could get around the side of the table, I took a deep breath and said, “Dad, this is going to be your place, next to Mom, on the side.” He stopped, looked at me and then sat down. I felt sad, and angry at Barbara for pushing me to do this. It would have been easy to say, “My mistake, Dad. Sit where you always sit.” But I didn’t.

When he and Mom were seated, Barbara and I took our places. I don’t know how Dad felt. I do know that, though removed from his usual place, he continued to share his best self with us, telling stories of his childhood and youth to the delight of his grandchildren. As I served the food, our lives experienced a change, which we continue to live with.

It wasn’t easy, but I sense that there is also something good in the change which has occurred. I am beginning to learn that “honoring one’s father” is more than the question of which place to occupy at the dining table. It also means listening, wherever we sit and whatever positions we own, to the stories Dad longs to tell. We may then, during these magical moments, even be able to forget about whose chair is whose.

48. Where did the writer’s mother sit when one of the children was away?

       A. She didn’t change her chair.                    B. She moved her own chair next Dad’s.

       C. She moved to an empty chair on the side.   D. She sat opposite to Dad.

49. How did the writer feel when he told his father to sit on the side?

       A. He didn’t feel bad because his father was going to sit there anyway.

       B. He felt happy at having carded out the difficult task.

       C. He was thoroughly satisfied with the new seating arrangement.

       D. He regretted what he had done and wanted to blame his wife.

50. What happened during the meal after the family had all taken their new seats?

       A. The writer’s children removed their grandfather from his usual place.

       B. The writer’s father didn’t appear to mind where he sat.

       C. The writer’s father shared his favorite dishes with the grandchildren.

       D. They became tense and nervous about their future as a family.

51. What did the writer learn about “honoring one’s father”?

       A. Fathers always long to tell stories about their early years.

       B. Providing the fight chair is the only way to honor one’s father.

       C. Respect for one’s father doesn’t depend only on where he sits.

       D. The family should dine together at the same table as often as possible.