1._______ left Raymond when he was only one month old.

A. Julie          B. Fivla         C. Vitamin       D. His mother

2.           is the tallest dog in the world.

A. Raymond     B. Zeus        C. Jess           D. Fivla and Vitamin

3.Fivla and Vitamin are Shetland ponies from_______.

A. Australia      B. The US      C. The UK      D. Scotland

4.How often does Jess feed lambs from a milk bottle in her mouth?

A. Every two weeks.      B. Three times a week. 

C. Once a day.             D. Three times a day.

Thanksgiving Day was near. The Grade 7 teacher asked her students to   16  a picture of something for which they were thankful.

People celebrated the   17   with turkey and other traditional goods of the season. So,   18   of her students’ pictures were about them.

However, Jack made a ___19____ kind of picture. Jack was not the same as other boys. He always looked sad. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was   20  , he drew a hand. Other students were all very    21   in the picture. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers feed    22   . Another suggested a police officer, because the police   23   and care for people. Still    24   guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the    25   went on until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

When the children had gone on to other subjects, she stopped at Jack’s desk and asked him   26    it was. The little boy looked up and said in a   27   voice, “It’s yours, teacher.”

She remembered the times she had taken his hand and    28    with him here or there, as she had with the other students. She often said, “   29   my hand, Jack. We’ll go outside.” Or, “Let me show you how to use your pencil.” Jack was most thankful for his  ___30____ hand.

1.A. print          B. find         C. draw         D. take

2.A. festival   B. week         C. night            D. Sunday

3. A. little        B. none         C. few          D. most

4.A. nice           B. different        C. same         D. best

5.A. thankful   B. pleased     C. sorry            D. afraid

6. A. sad   B. interested       C. careful          D. angry

7.A. chickens       B. dogs         C. cats         D. turkeys

8. A. hurt          B. protect          C. harm         D. smile

9.A. another    B. other            C. others           D. the other

10. A. tile       B. speech         C. discussion       D. talk

11.A. what          B. where            C. which        D. whose

12.A. high          B. low          C. hard         D. beautiful

13.A. walked            B. said         C. sang         D. taught

14.A. Touch             B. Look         C. Take         D. Push

15.A. mother’s B. classmate’s C. teacher’s      D. friend’s

  I've loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to sit above the top of it. Mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be a 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 angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed in action. But as a young girl. I wanted to have 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 (表面)”.

  As years passed 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 she chose that she did forgive me.

  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.

  But the present of her desk told me, 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-paper letter, folded and refolded many times. It was my letter.

  “In any way you choose, Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.”

46．The writer began to love her mother’s desk________.

  A．after Mother died                          B．before she became a writer

  C．when she was a child                       D．when Mother gave it to her

47．The passage shows that_________.

  A．Mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter

  B．Mother was too serious about her daughter in words

  C．Mother wrote to her daughter in careful words

  D．Mother wrote to her daughter in careless words

48．The underlined word “gulf” in the passage means_______.

  A．deep understanding between the old and the young

  B．different ideas between mother and daughter

  C．free talks between mother and daughter

  D．part of the sea going far in land

49．What did Mother do with her daughter’s letter asking for forgiveness?

  A．She had never received the letter.

  B．For years, she often talked about the letter.

  C．She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life.

  D．She read the letter again and again till she died.

50．What’s best title of the passage?

  A．My letter to Mother                       B．Mother and children

  C．My Mother’s Desk                        D．Talks between Mother and me

  I've loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to sit above the top of it. Mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be a 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 angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed in action. But as a young girl. I wanted to have 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 (表面)”.

  As years passed 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 she chose that she did forgive me.

  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.

  But the present of her desk told me, 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-paper letter, folded and refolded many times. It was my letter.

  “In any way you choose, Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.”

46．The writer began to love her mother’s desk________.

  A．after Mother died                          B．before she became a writer

  C．when she was a child                       D．when Mother gave it to her

47．The passage shows that_________.

  A．Mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter

  B．Mother was too serious about her daughter in words

  C．Mother wrote to her daughter in careful words

  D．Mother wrote to her daughter in careless words

48．The underlined word “gulf” in the passage means_______.

  A．deep understanding between the old and the young

  B．different ideas between mother and daughter

  C．free talks between mother and daughter

  D．part of the sea going far in land

49．What did Mother do with her daughter’s letter asking for forgiveness?

  A．She had never received the letter.

  B．For years, she often talked about the letter.

  C．She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life.

  D．She read the letter again and again till she died.

50．What’s best title of the passage?

  A．My letter to Mother                       B．Mother and children

  C．My Mother’s Desk                        D．Talks between Mother and me

Thanksgiving Day was near. The Grade 7 teacher asked her students to   16 a picture of something for which they were thankful.
People celebrated the   17  with turkey and other traditional goods of the season. So,   18  of her students’ pictures were about them.
However, Jack made a ___19____ kind of picture. Jack was not the same as other boys. He always looked sad. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was   20  , he drew a hand. Other students were all very    21  in the picture. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers feed    22  . Another suggested a police officer, because the police   23  and care for people. Still    24  guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the    25  went on until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.
When the children had gone on to other subjects, she stopped at Jack’s desk and asked him   26    it was. The little boy looked up and said in a   27  voice, “It’s yours, teacher.”
She remembered the times she had taken his hand and   28    with him here or there, as she had with the other students. She often said, “   29  my hand, Jack. We’ll go outside.” Or, “Let me show you how to use your pencil.” Jack was most thankful for his  ___30____ hand.