A./;that | B.that; which |
C.that; what | D./; which |
A.that | B.what | C.which | D.where |
A.that I saw; did a boy lie | B.I saw; lay a boy |
C.did I see; did a boy lie | D.did I see; lay a boy |
“Want to go to the pool tomorrow?” Rosa asked Stephanie during recess. The pool at the YMCA was one of their favorite places, where they learnt and practiced swimming.
Rosa and Stephanie did everything together. They rode the school bus together. They sat together during lunch. They took dance lessons together and they even went to the same summer camp. Their classmates called them “twins”. They were best friends. Most of the time.
Sometimes, though, when Stephanie was with other friends, she ignored Rosa or treated her like a little kid, even though they were the same age. Rosa and Stephanie had played together since they were babies, but sometimes Stephanie didn't act like a friend.
Today was one of those times.
“Sorry. I’m already going to the pool,” Stephanie said. “Toni and Vanessa and I are going.” She gave a broad smile, but in Rosa’s eyes, it wasn’t her nice smile. Saying nothing more, she walked straight away to join Toni and Vanessa, and Rosa was left standing alone, with her face burned and an angry tension coming into her limbs.
After school, at dance class, Stephanie talked and giggled with the other dancers as they stretched in front of the mirror. When Rosa came in, Stephanie didn’t say hello to her, but just another smile. Rosa hesitated for a while about whether she should join them, but she still felt too upset.
Then she noticed Kiara, the new girl. Rosa joined her and began stretching, too. Kiara smiled and Rosa smiled back. The two girls began to talk. Rosa discovered that Kiara was not the quiet girl she had thought she was. Kiara talked a lot — about her little brother, about the tree house her uncle had built and even about swimming. “I love swimming,” Kiara said. “I will hold a pool part at the YMCA. Would you like to come?” “Yes. It’s awesome.” Rosa responded. She tried not to check the mirror to see if Stephanie had noticed. She hoped Stephanie felt left out.
After the dance class, when Rosa boarded the bus, Stephanie was waiting in their usual seat.
When Rosa saw Stephanie in low spirits, her heart sank.
Now that we have briefly explored the history of the short story and heard from a few of its creators, let us consider the role of the reader. Readers are not empty vessels that wait,
My students always
A short story,
Now it is your turn. Form a partnership with your author. During your
During this adventure, I hope you will feel the same as the listeners that surround the neck of my Pueblo storyteller.
1.A.hands | B.sails | C.flags | D.lids |
A.considerations | B.explorations | C.associations | D.interpretations |
A.imagination | B.eagerness | C.determination | D.affection |
A.begged | B.supported | C.encouraged | D.challenged |
A.dealt | B.struggled | C.fought | D.engaged |
A.external | B.artificial | C.classical | D.traditional |
A.ensured | B.analyzed | C.revealed | D.delivered |
A.however | B.furthermore | C.therefore | D.besides |
A.interpret | B.anticipate | C.predict | D.tell |
A.conclusion | B.evaluation | C.summary | D.appreciation |
A.craftsmanship | B.intentions | C.depth | D.character |
A.by itself | B.in vain | C.in question | D.as a whole |
A.observation | B.involvement | C.experiment | D.adventure |
A.journey | B.process | C.dialogue | D.contact |
A.recall | B.confirm | C.identify | D.cancel |
Near the city of Yogyakarta in Java(爪哇岛)is not only one magnificent(宏伟的)monument, Borobudur(婆罗浮屠), but a second equally impressive one. Prambanan, the second monument, shares a remarkable number of things in common with Borobudur.
First, both huge temple complexes (建筑群) are thought to have been built at about the same time, around 850 AD.
Second, in both cases, the temples appear to have been abandoned just after they were completed. Why were they left alone, isolated (被孤立) in the mountains of Java?
Although there are so many similarities, there are important differences. For example, Prambanan, east of Yogyakarta, is a Hindu temple, while Borobudur, northwest of the city, is a Buddhist temple.
A.Perhaps it is due to the eruption of the volcano, Mount Merapi. |
B.Borobudur and Prambanan each tell their sacred stories in vivid detail. |
C.Borobudur temple is one of the best-preserved ancient monuments in Indonesia. |
D.However, scholars are not completely sure about the exact dates of construction of either place. |
E.Finally, you can go inside the Hindu temple, but you must admire the Buddhist one from the outside. |
F.Borobudur is one huge structure with ten levels, but Prambanan is a group of eighteen temple buildings. |
G.The third common factor is that both priceless monuments suffered a great deal of damage during the centuries when they were left alone. |
The photograph of Mrs. Mueller that I took with my camera captures her seated on the sofa in our living room, smiling shyly. Mrs. Mueller was our next-door neighbor. My sister Laurel and I got to know her after her husband died. She didn’t have children of her own and no relatives that we knew of. She was gentle and kind, and we considered her our special friend.
Early one December, Mrs. Mueller went into the hospital. Laurel and I were busy making Christmas presents, and we pondered (琢磨) what to make for Mrs. Mueller. It dawned on us that she would be coming home a few days before Christmas to an empty house with no holiday decorations. We lit upon the idea of decorating a small tree that would greet her with lights and cheer. We were wondering how to carry out our plan when the answer appeared.
I was in Miss O’Keefe’s sixth grade class that year, and we had decorated a small tree with paper-link chains and ornaments (装饰品). It was beautiful. Best of all, it had to be removed from the classroom before Christmas vacation. Miss O’Keefe said there would be a drawing (抽签) for the tree. We would each write our name on a piece of paper and put it in the shoebox she had decorated. On the last day of school before vacation, she would draw a name, and that student could take home the tree.
After I put my folded piece of paper into the box, I closed my eyes and clasped my hands, praying quietly. Miss O’Keefe noticed me and asked, “Holly, why were you praying just now?“ I told her Mrs. Mueller’s story and our wish to make her happy. “Good luck!” Miss O’Keefe said with a smile. After school, I was beside myself with excitement! My mother pointed out there were 30 children who might win the tree, but I was certain I would get it because God would definitely hear my sincere prayer.
The day before vacation finally arrived. Laurel and I usually walked to and from school, but I was so sure I would win the tree that I persuaded Mom to pick us up in the car that day.