I usually get up at 5:00. I make coffee, go to my desk and work. When my boys get up, I’m theirs. I follow the min to the kitchen and make them breakfast. While they’re eating, I make their lunch, pick out their school clothes and get the little one dressed.

    My wife takes them to school. I bring them home. I am not the only father at the school gate. The boys and I walk the 12 blocks home unless the weather is terrible. Then we take the subway. I remind them of looking out, like an animal looking after their babies.

    At home, they play on the computer and the little one will draw, sometimes for hours. When their mother comes home, they run to her. She has been in the official day and tired, but her attention is all on them.

    I have made dinner. We sit down and eat together. After they do their homework, Karen takes them to bed. I listen to the noise of the boys’ and their mother’s voice.

    One afternoon when we were on the way home from school, the boys and I stopped at the clothing store. The saleswoman looked at the boys and said to me in a low voice, “You’re Mr. Mom, aren’t you?” I felt very angry. I’m not Mr. Mom. That’s not how I look at myself. The boys have a mother, a wonderful mother. She works outside the home, I work in the home. We are parents together. I’m a father!

    1.The first paragraph talks about_____________.

    A. what the children have for breakfast    B. how busy the man is in the morning

    C. why the man cooks lunch    D. when the children go to school

    2.We know from the second paragraph that_____________.

    A. they take the subway to school when the weather is bad

    B. the man drives a car and his wife walks to work

    C. the man goes to meet the boys before school is over

    D. it doesn’t take them long to arrive home

   3.Paragraph 3 tells us that __________.

    A. the children’s mother is very strict with them

    B. the man’s wife works in an office very near the school

    C. the children’s mother used to be back hours later than them.

    D. the man has three or more children and the youngest loves drawing

   4.We learn from the last two paragraphs________________.

    A. what the saleswoman said has hurt the man a lot

    B. before the children get to sleep, the man’s wife tells stories

    C. what the man hast o do from morning to night everyday

    D. the man’s wife is Karen and she talks a lot

   5.This passage tells us_____________.

    A. never to call a man Mr. Mom

    B. the man doesn’t enjoy working at home

    C. something about the children’s school life

    D. what kind of people the man and his wife are

In America, parents want their children to do something they can.【小题1】, they want them to use【小题2】wisely（精明地）. When the children are still very young, parents will begin telling them different kinds of money. Parents also tell them  what money can【小题3】.When the children  become a little【小题4】, parents teach them to save  money. If the children want to buy something, they can use【小题5】money. Parents will tell them what they should buy and what they shouldn’t  .
When children use their money, parents often tell them to share（分享）with【小题6】Parents are glad【小题7】their children share their money and help others.【小题8】the children can learn to be helpful. Parents also teach their children to make a plan for【小题9】money. It is good for them.
In America, people often sell some of their old things . If people buy them, they can get some money. Some children help others wash cars【小题10】sell newspapers to get money . But in China, parents have different opinions. Maybe there is something good for us to learn. Do you think so ?

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Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that thankfulness is indeed a virtue (美德).
— William Bennett
Thanksgiving Day was coming. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment (作业) — to draw a picture of   1  for which they were thankful.
Most of the class might be considered poor, but still many would   2  the holiday with turkey and other traditional food of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subject of most of her students’ art. And they were.
But Douglas made a   3  kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher’s true child of weak and unhappy. As other children played at   4 , Douglas used to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain that Douglas felt behind those sad   5 .
Yes, his picture was different. When he was asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a   6 . Nothing else. Just an empty hand.
His abstract (抽象的) picture caught the   7  of his classmates. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers   8  turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and   9  people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went on — until the teacher almost forgot the young artist   10 .
When the children had gone on to other assignments, she stopped at Douglas’ desk, bent down, and   11  him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and murmured, “It’s yours, teacher.”
She recalled the   12  when she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How   13  she had said, “Take my hand, Douglas, we’ll go outside.” Or, “Let me show you how to hold your pencil.” Or, “Let’s do this together.” Douglas was very   14   for his teacher’s hand. Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.
The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks, but they’ll remember the hand that   15  out.

For years I wanted a garden. I’d spend hours thinking of different things I could plant that would look nice together.
But then we had Matthew, and Marvin, and the twins Alisa and Alan, and then Helen. I was too busy raising them to grow a garden.
Money was not enough. Neither was time. Often when my children were little,one of them would want something that cost too much, and I’d have to say, “Do you see a money tree outside? Money doesn't grow on trees, you know.”
Finally, all the children got through high school and college and were off on their own. I started thinking again about a garden.
Then, one spring morning, on Mother’s Day, I was working in my kitchen. Suddenly, I looked out of the window and there was a new tree, planted right in my yard. There were things blowing around on it. Then I put my glasses on—and I couldn’t believe what I saw.
There was a money tree in my yard!
I went outside to look. It was true! There were dollar bills*, one hundred of them, hanging all over that tree. There was also a note among them, “Thank you for your time, Mom. We love you!”
Later, my children bought me tools, ornaments, a sunflower stepping stone and gardening books. A new page started in my life.
That was three years ago. My garden’s now very pretty, just like I wanted. When I go out and take care of my flowers, I don’t seem to miss my children as much as I once did. It feels like they’re right there with me. Now every year when winter comes, I look out of my window and think of the flowers I’ll see next spring in my little garden. I think about what my children did for me, and I get tears in my eyes—every time.
I’m still not sure that money grows on trees. But I know love does!
【小题1】How many children did the writer have?

For years I wanted a garden. I’d spend hours thinking of different things I could plant that would look nice together.

But then we had Matthew, and Marvin, and the twins Alisa and Alan, and then Helen. I was too busy raising them to grow a garden.

Money was not enough. Neither was time. Often when my children were little,one of them would want something that cost too much, and I’d have to say, “Do you see a money tree outside? Money doesn't grow on trees, you know.”

Finally, all the children got through high school and college and were off on their own. I started thinking again about a garden.

Then, one spring morning, on Mother’s Day, I was working in my kitchen. Suddenly, I looked out of the window and there was a new tree, planted right in my yard. There were things blowing around on it. Then I put my glasses on—and I couldn’t believe what I saw.

There was a money tree in my yard!

I went outside to look. It was true! There were dollar bills*, one hundred of them, hanging all over that tree. There was also a note among them, “Thank you for your time, Mom. We love you!”

Later, my children bought me tools, ornaments, a sunflower stepping stone and gardening books. A new page started in my life.

That was three years ago. My garden’s now very pretty, just like I wanted. When I go out and take care of my flowers, I don’t seem to miss my children as much as I once did. It feels like they’re right there with me. Now every year when winter comes, I look out of my window and think of the flowers I’ll see next spring in my little garden. I think about what my children did for me, and I get tears in my eyes—every time.

I’m still not sure that money grows on trees. But I know love does!

1.How many children did the writer have?

A．Three            B．Four             C．Five              D．Six

2. What did the mother mean when she said “Money doesn’t grow on trees”?

A．She was too busy to plant a money tree at that time.

B．She had to save money so that she could have a garden.

C．It wasn’t easy for her to make money to raise all the children.

D．They didn’t have much money because the mother lost her job.

3. The “money tree” appeared in the writer’s yard _________.

A．before her children were born

B．one spring morning when the children were little

C．after the children went to school

D．on a Mother’s Day after the children left her

4. The children planted a money tree in their mother’s yard because _________.

A．their mother needed money badly

B．they wanted to show their love to their mother

C．it was time for them to give the money back to her

D．they wanted to live together with their mother forever