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It was the end-of-year party. I had asked my mother to make us cookies. Mum's chocolate chips were the best.
But two o'clock passed, and there was no sign of her. Most of the other mothers had come and gone, dropping off their cakes and chips. The party went on, but I wouldn't leave the window. The three o'clock bell soon took me away from my thoughts. I took my bag and walked home.
The house was empty when I got home. My heart was filled with anger. For the first time in my life, my mother had let me down.
I was lying on the bed on the loft (阁楼) when I heard her come through the front door. "Robbie," she called out. "Where are you?" I could hear her running from room to room. She was looking for me, but I kept silent.
When she entered the loft and sat beside me, I didn't move. "I'm so sorry, honey," she said. "I got busy and forgot." I still kept quiet.
Then I heard some noise. I thought my mother was laughing and couldn't believe it. I turned around and faced her. But my mother wasn't laughing at all. She was crying. "I'm so sorry. I let my boy down." She cried like a little girl. I had never seen my mother cry.
"It's OK, Mum," I reached out and stroked her hair. "We didn't even need those cookies. There is plenty of food to eat. Don't cry. It's all right."
My words made my mother sit up. She pulled me to her. We didn't say another word. We just held each other in a long hug.
() 1. When did the story happen?
A. On the writer's birthday.
B. During Christmas.
C. Before Christmas.
D. Before the New Year's Day.
() 2. Why wouldn't the writer leave the window?
A. Because he wanted to see his mother coming.
B. Because he felt sorry for not bringing the cookies.
C. Because he wanted to go home early.
D. Because he didn't enjoy the party.
() 3. The writer ______ when his mother called him.
A. didn't say anything
B. answered his mother immediately
C. got up and went downstairs
D. got very angry
() 4. What does the underlined word "stroked" in Paragraph 7 mean?
A. Softly tied.
B. Gently touched.
C. Carefully cut.
D. Quickly pulled.
() 5. How may the writer's mother feel in the end?
A. Moved.
B. Sad.
C. Surprised.
D. Worried.

But two o'clock passed, and there was no sign of her. Most of the other mothers had come and gone, dropping off their cakes and chips. The party went on, but I wouldn't leave the window. The three o'clock bell soon took me away from my thoughts. I took my bag and walked home.
The house was empty when I got home. My heart was filled with anger. For the first time in my life, my mother had let me down.
I was lying on the bed on the loft (阁楼) when I heard her come through the front door. "Robbie," she called out. "Where are you?" I could hear her running from room to room. She was looking for me, but I kept silent.
When she entered the loft and sat beside me, I didn't move. "I'm so sorry, honey," she said. "I got busy and forgot." I still kept quiet.
Then I heard some noise. I thought my mother was laughing and couldn't believe it. I turned around and faced her. But my mother wasn't laughing at all. She was crying. "I'm so sorry. I let my boy down." She cried like a little girl. I had never seen my mother cry.
"It's OK, Mum," I reached out and stroked her hair. "We didn't even need those cookies. There is plenty of food to eat. Don't cry. It's all right."
My words made my mother sit up. She pulled me to her. We didn't say another word. We just held each other in a long hug.
() 1. When did the story happen?
A. On the writer's birthday.
B. During Christmas.
C. Before Christmas.
D. Before the New Year's Day.
() 2. Why wouldn't the writer leave the window?
A. Because he wanted to see his mother coming.
B. Because he felt sorry for not bringing the cookies.
C. Because he wanted to go home early.
D. Because he didn't enjoy the party.
() 3. The writer ______ when his mother called him.
A. didn't say anything
B. answered his mother immediately
C. got up and went downstairs
D. got very angry
() 4. What does the underlined word "stroked" in Paragraph 7 mean?
A. Softly tied.
B. Gently touched.
C. Carefully cut.
D. Quickly pulled.
() 5. How may the writer's mother feel in the end?
A. Moved.
B. Sad.
C. Surprised.
D. Worried.
答案:
B. DAABA
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