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四、阅读理解
From the balcony of our tenth-floor flat, I searched the sky hoping to see a shooting star(流星).
“Stars are afraid of city lights, but a little song is always good for something,” Grandma put her arms around me and sang softly. The common stars are for little wishes — everyday wishes — like getting more cream on your cupcake. But the shooting star is different.
“Shooting stars are lucky,” Grandma said. So I kept a special wish ready — ready for a shooting star to catch my wish in its tail and dance across the sky.
I rested deeper in her arms, hoping for a few more minutes of her warmth as much as I hoped to see a shooting star.
“Tomorrow can't come if you don't dream tonight.” She kissed my hair. I didn't remember my dreams when I woke up, but sure enough it was a new day. Grandma was singing softly in the kitchen. A little song was always good for something. I smelt buttermilk biscuits! Buttermilk biscuits were Saturday biscuits, but today was Wednesday. She gave me two. Then it was time for school.
On the third floor, the lift(电梯)suddenly stopped and went dark. My heart beat so hard that I felt the beating in my ears. Grandma rang the bell.
“Power is down,” called Mr Simon from above us.
Grandma took my hands, and we sang together in the dark lift.
Before long, Mr Simon helped us out. Grandma took my hand, and we walked down the stairs to the street as if nothing happened.
The power was still off when I came home. After dinner and homework, we took biscuits and went to the balcony and watched day turn to evening. Lights came from far away, but it was dark here.
Flash! A light shot across the sky — too sudden to seem real. Like magic, I felt my wish holding tight to the tail of that shooting star, dancing across the sky to our songs.
(
A. The background.
B. The development.
C. The climax(most exciting part).
D. The ending.
(
A. It's the very time to go to bed.
B. Dreams are important at night.
C. There will be shooting stars tomorrow.
D. Remember the dream till tomorrow.
(
A. We should enjoy everything we meet.
B. We can do nothing if we don't have power.
C. We can call shooting stars by singing songs.
D. We need to have hope even if life isn't smooth.
From the balcony of our tenth-floor flat, I searched the sky hoping to see a shooting star(流星).
“Stars are afraid of city lights, but a little song is always good for something,” Grandma put her arms around me and sang softly. The common stars are for little wishes — everyday wishes — like getting more cream on your cupcake. But the shooting star is different.
“Shooting stars are lucky,” Grandma said. So I kept a special wish ready — ready for a shooting star to catch my wish in its tail and dance across the sky.
I rested deeper in her arms, hoping for a few more minutes of her warmth as much as I hoped to see a shooting star.
“Tomorrow can't come if you don't dream tonight.” She kissed my hair. I didn't remember my dreams when I woke up, but sure enough it was a new day. Grandma was singing softly in the kitchen. A little song was always good for something. I smelt buttermilk biscuits! Buttermilk biscuits were Saturday biscuits, but today was Wednesday. She gave me two. Then it was time for school.
On the third floor, the lift(电梯)suddenly stopped and went dark. My heart beat so hard that I felt the beating in my ears. Grandma rang the bell.
“Power is down,” called Mr Simon from above us.
Grandma took my hands, and we sang together in the dark lift.
Before long, Mr Simon helped us out. Grandma took my hand, and we walked down the stairs to the street as if nothing happened.
The power was still off when I came home. After dinner and homework, we took biscuits and went to the balcony and watched day turn to evening. Lights came from far away, but it was dark here.
Flash! A light shot across the sky — too sudden to seem real. Like magic, I felt my wish holding tight to the tail of that shooting star, dancing across the sky to our songs.
(
A
) 1. What part of the story is Paragraph 1?A. The background.
B. The development.
C. The climax(most exciting part).
D. The ending.
(
A
) 2. What does the underlined sentence mean in Paragraph 5?A. It's the very time to go to bed.
B. Dreams are important at night.
C. There will be shooting stars tomorrow.
D. Remember the dream till tomorrow.
(
D
) 3. What can we learn from the passage?A. We should enjoy everything we meet.
B. We can do nothing if we don't have power.
C. We can call shooting stars by singing songs.
D. We need to have hope even if life isn't smooth.
答案:
1.A 2.A 3.D
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