Tomorrow is my mother's birthday. I want to buy _____for her.A. anything specialB. something specialC. special something
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—______—I'm not sure what I'll do. I hope to watch TV and enjoy myself.A、Will you go on a picnic with us tomorrowB、I have a lot of things to do during the summer breakC、Will you go with us to visit the Great WallD、What are you going to do during the summer break
26 I have seldom seen my mother——pleased with my progress as she is nowA soB veryC.tooD rather
When you are little, the whole world feels like a big playground. I was living in Conyers, Georgia the summer it all happened. I was a second grader, but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade. Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie’s basement. As I opened the basement door, before us lay the biggest room, full of amazing things like guns, dolls, and old clothes. I ran downstairs, and spotted red steel can. It was paint. I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple, orange, blue and green.“Stephanie, I just found us a project for the day. Get some paintbrushes. We are fixing to paint.” She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work. We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our materials to my yard. There on the road in front of my house, we painted bit stripes (条纹) of colors across the pavement (人行道). Stripe by stripe, our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow. It was fantastic!The sun was starting to sink. I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car. It was my mother. I couldn’t wait to show her my masterpiece. The car pulled slowly into the driveway and from the look on my mother’s face, I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me. Her eyes glaring, she shouted, “What in the world were you thinking? I understood when you made castles out of leaves, and climbed the neighbors’ trees, but this! Come inside right now!” I stood there glaring hack at her for a minute, angry because she had insulted (侮辱) my art.“Now go clean it up!” Mother and I began cleaning the road. Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.Though years have now passed, I still wonder where my rainbow has gone. I wonder if, maybe when I get older, I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away. I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.41. What did the writer want to do when his mother came home?A. To introduce Stephanie to her.B. To prevent her from seeing his painting.C. To put the materials back in the yard.D. To show his artwork to her.
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′ t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV. 18 flowers to each other on Valentine′ s Day is even more 19 . One day, my mother was sewing a quilt(床罩). I 20 sat down beside her and looked at her. "Mom, is there love between you and Dad?" I asked her in a 21voice. My mother stopped and raised her head with 22 in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately. Then she 23 her head and continued to sew the quilt. At last my mother said: "Susan," she said, "Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and 25 . If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26 . It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it′ s really there. Love is 27 ." The next spring, my father suddenly got sick seriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale and it seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father had never been so 30 . Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these 31 the most beautiful picture in the world. "Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day. He said gently. 32 , I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply. 34 I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this 35 , I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. 第（21）题选A.loud B.low C.gentle D.tender
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′ t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV. 18 flowers to each other on Valentine′ s Day is even more 19 . One day, my mother was sewing a quilt(床罩). I 20 sat down beside her and looked at her. "Mom, is there love between you and Dad?" I asked her in a 21voice. My mother stopped and raised her head with 22 in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately. Then she 23 her head and continued to sew the quilt. At last my mother said: "Susan," she said, "Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and 25 . If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26 . It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it′ s really there. Love is 27 ." The next spring, my father suddenly got sick seriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale and it seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father had never been so 30 . Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these 31 the most beautiful picture in the world. "Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day. He said gently. 32 , I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply. 34 I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this 35 , I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. 第（32）题选A.In other words B.To tell the truth C.In my opinion D.On the contrary
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as 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 the more 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 Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. 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". 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 ebose 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 l 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 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. What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking 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.
