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第三篇
Knitting
My mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me.She assumed,as did
many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from
mother to daughter.A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义)
made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My
Grandmother still knitted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my
brother and me, of red wool(毛线).They were the ones we wore under our ice skates
(冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.
Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by
giving my hands something else to do.It is wonderful for depression because no matter
what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the
television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.
I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared
(翻旧了的)old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool
my grandmother used,in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train
with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas,
staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.
Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes
months,there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it,
and that I just have to go back and start over again.
People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In
the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater.But more
important,this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit to cover my
children and other people I love in warmth and color.I knit to give them something earthly
that money could never buy:
Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write
about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on
the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my
old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.
第三篇
Knitting
My mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me.She assumed,as did
many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from
mother to daughter.A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义)
made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My
Grandmother still knitted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my
brother and me, of red wool(毛线).They were the ones we wore under our ice skates
(冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.
Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by
giving my hands something else to do.It is wonderful for depression because no matter
what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the
television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.
I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared
(翻旧了的)old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool
my grandmother used,in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train
with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas,
staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.
Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes
months,there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it,
and that I just have to go back and start over again.
People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In
the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater.But more
important,this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit to cover my
children and other people I love in warmth and color.I knit to give them something earthly
that money could never buy:
Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write
about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on
the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my
old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.
Which of the following is NOT the writer's purpose of knitting?
A:To save money.
B:To save time.
C:To enrich her life.
D:To show her love for the family.
A:To save money.
B:To save time.
C:To enrich her life.
D:To show her love for the family.
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更多 “共用题干 第三篇KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me.She assumed,as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter.A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义) made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knitted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me, of red wool(毛线).They were the ones we wore under our ice skates (冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do.It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared (翻旧了的)old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used,in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas, staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months,there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it, and that I just have to go back and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater.But more important,this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit to cover my children and other people I love in warmth and color.I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy:Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.Which of the following is NOT the writer's purpose of knitting?A:To save money.B:To save time.C:To enrich her life.D:To show her love for the family.” 相关考题
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第三篇Florence NightingaleFlorence Nightingale was born in Florence,Italy,while her wealthy English parents were traveling in Europe.As a child,she traveled to many places with her family andlearned how to speak several languages,When Nightingale was 17,she told her family that she was going to help sick people. Her parents did not approve,but Nightingale was determined.She traveled to hospitals all over Europe.She saw that doctors were working too hard. She saw that patients died because they did not get enough care.Nightingale felt that women could be doing more to help doctors take care of sick people.Nightingale knew that in order for nurses to do more,they needed special training in how to take care of sick people,Nightingale went to a hospital in Germany to study nursing. Then she returned to London and became the head of a group of women called Gentlewomen During Illness.These women cared for sick people in their homes.In 1854,England was fighting a war with Russia.War reporters wrote about the terrible conditions in the hospitals that cared for the wounded.People demanded that something be done about it.A leader of the government asked Florence Nightingale to take some nurses into the war hospitals.So,in November 1854,Nightingale finally got to work in a hospital.She took along 38 nurses whom she had trained herself.At first,the doctors on the battlefields did not want Nightingale and her nurses in their hospitals.They did not believe that women could help.But in fact,the nurses did make a difference.They worked around the clock,tending the sick.Thanks to their hard work, many wounded soldiers s"rvived.After the war,Nightingale and her nurses were treated like heroes.Finally,in 1860, she started the Nightingale School for Nurses.In time,thanks to Florence Nightingale, nursing became an important part of medicine. Nightingale played a great role inA:the building of war hospitals.B:the education of women.C:the development of nursing.D:the improvement of working conditions for women.
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As she walked round the huge department store,Edith reflected how difficult it was to choose a suitable Christmas present for her father.She wish that he was as easy to please as her mother, who was always delighted with perfume
Besides,shoppong at this time of the year was a most disgreeable experience :people trod on your toes,poked you with their elbows and almost knocked you overin their haste to get to a bargain ahead of you.
Partly to have a rest, Edith paused in front of a counter where some attracive ties were on display. "They are real silk," the assistant assured her, trying to tempt her. "Worth double the price." But edit knew from past experience that her choice of ties hardly ever pleased her father.
She moved on reluctantly and then quite by chance, stopped where a small crowd of man had gathered round a counter. She found some good quality pipes on sale-----and the prices were very reasonable. Edith did not hesitate for long : although her father only smoked a pipe occasionally, she knew that this was a present which was bund to please him.
When she got home,with her small well-chosen present concealed in her handbag, her parents were already at the supper table. Her mother was in an especially cheerful mood, "Your father has at last to decided to stop smoking." She informed her daughter.
Edith's father smoked a pipe_______. a.when he was obliged
b.on social occasions
c.from time to time
d.when he was delighted
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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.
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As she walked round the huge department store,Edith reflected how difficult it was to choose a suitable Christmas present for her father.She wish that he was as easy to please as her mother, who was always delighted with perfume
Besides,shoppong at this time of the year was a most disgreeable experience :people trod on your toes,poked you with their elbows and almost knocked you overin their haste to get to a bargain ahead of you.
Partly to have a rest, Edith paused in front of a counter where some attracive ties were on display. "They are real silk," the assistant assured her, trying to tempt her. "Worth double the price." But edit knew from past experience that her choice of ties hardly ever pleased her father.
She moved on reluctantly and then quite by chance, stopped where a small crowd of man had gathered round a counter. She found some good quality pipes on sale-----and the prices were very reasonable. Edith did not hesitate for long : although her father only smoked a pipe occasionally, she knew that this was a present which was bund to please him.
When she got home,with her small well-chosen present concealed in her handbag, her parents were already at the supper table. Her mother was in an especially cheerful mood, "Your father has at last to decided to stop smoking." She informed her daughter.
a.attractive
b.interested in ties
c.tired
d.in need of comfort
The assistant spoke to Edith because she seemed_______.
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As she walked round the huge department store,Edith reflected how difficult it was to choose a suitable Christmas present for her father.She wish that he was as easy to please as her mother, who was always delighted with perfume
Besides,shoppong at this time of the year was a most disgreeable experience :people trod on your toes,poked you with their elbows and almost knocked you overin their haste to get to a bargain ahead of you.
Partly to have a rest, Edith paused in front of a counter where some attracive ties were on display. "They are real silk," the assistant assured her, trying to tempt her. "Worth double the price." But edit knew from past experience that her choice of ties hardly ever pleased her father.
She moved on reluctantly and then quite by chance, stopped where a small crowd of man had gathered round a counter. She found some good quality pipes on sale-----and the prices were very reasonable. Edith did not hesitate for long : although her father only smoked a pipe occasionally, she knew that this was a present which was bund to please him.
When she got home,with her small well-chosen present concealed in her handbag, her parents were already at the supper table. Her mother was in an especially cheerful mood, "Your father has at last to decided to stop smoking." She informed her daughter.
Edith's father _______.
a.did not like present
b.never got present
c.preferred ties
d.was difficult to choose a present for
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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.
The passage shows that _______
A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter
B.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done
C.mother cared much about her daughter in words
D.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
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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.
The writer began to love her mother's deskA.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her
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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's the best title of the passage?
A.My Letter to Mother
B.Mother and Children
C.Mv Mother's Desk
D.Talks hetween Mother and Me
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As she walked round the huge department store,Edith reflected how difficult it was to choose a suitable Christmas present for her father.She wish that he was as easy to please as her mother, who was always delighted with perfume
Besides,shoppong at this time of the year was a most disgreeable experience :people trod on your toes,poked you with their elbows and almost knocked you overin their haste to get to a bargain ahead of you.
Partly to have a rest, Edith paused in front of a counter where some attracive ties were on display. "They are real silk," the assistant assured her, trying to tempt her. "Worth double the price." But edit knew from past experience that her choice of ties hardly ever pleased her father.
She moved on reluctantly and then quite by chance, stopped where a small crowd of man had gathered round a counter. She found some good quality pipes on sale-----and the prices were very reasonable. Edith did not hesitate for long : although her father only smoked a pipe occasionally, she knew that this was a present which was bund to please him.
When she got home,with her small well-chosen present concealed in her handbag, her parents were already at the supper table. Her mother was in an especially cheerful mood, "Your father has at last to decided to stop smoking." She informed her daughter.
Edith stopped at the next counter_________.a.purosely
b.suddenly
c.unwillingly
d.accidentally
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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mothersat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I de-cided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during herfinal illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said a-gain, "it's for Elizabeth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. Butas 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 fami-ly. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she didforgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disap-pointment, then little interest and, finally, peace--it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't besure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and ! could stop try-ing 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 thatwriting was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photoof my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letterasks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The writer began to love her mother's desk__________.A.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her
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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.
The word "gulf" in the passage means _______
A.deep understanding between the old and the young
B.different ideas between the mother and the daughter
C.free talks between mother and daughter
D.part of the sea going far in land
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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.
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KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me. She assumed, as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter. A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义)made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knit-ted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me,of red wool. They were the ones we wore under our ice skates(冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do .It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used, in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas,staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months, there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it,that I just have to go back and take out the stitches(针脚)between and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater. But more important, this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit it to cover my children and oth-er people I love in warmth and color. I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy.Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love. According to the passage,which of the following statements about knitting is NOT true?A: Knitting helps one get rid of bad habits.B: Knitting helps one get free from a bad mood.C: Knitting requires patience.D: Knitting is a profit-making business.
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KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me. She assumed, as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter. A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义)made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knit-ted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me,of red wool. They were the ones we wore under our ice skates(冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do .It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used, in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas,staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months, there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it,that I just have to go back and take out the stitches(针脚)between and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater. But more important, this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit it to cover my children and oth-er people I love in warmth and color. I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy.Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love. Which of the following is NOT the writer's purpose of knitting?A: To save money.B: To make full use of her leisure time.C: To enrich her life.D: To show her love for the family.
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KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me. She assumed, as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter. A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义)made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knit-ted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me,of red wool. They were the ones we wore under our ice skates(冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do .It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used, in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas,staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months, there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it,that I just have to go back and take out the stitches(针脚)between and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater. But more important, this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit it to cover my children and oth-er people I love in warmth and color. I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy.Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.The word"quit" in Paragraph 2 is closest in meaning to______.A: "give up"B: "speed up"C: "slow down"D: "build up"
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KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me. She assumed, as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter. A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义)made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knit-ted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me,of red wool. They were the ones we wore under our ice skates(冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do .It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used, in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas,staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months, there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it,that I just have to go back and take out the stitches(针脚)between and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater. But more important, this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit it to cover my children and oth-er people I love in warmth and color. I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy.Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love. The author wore the red socks her grandmother had knitted for her______.A: when she went to schoolB: when she went sightseeingC: when she celebrated ChristmasD: when she went skating
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KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me. She assumed, as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter. A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义)made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knit-ted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me,of red wool. They were the ones we wore under our ice skates(冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do .It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used, in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas,staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months, there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it,that I just have to go back and take out the stitches(针脚)between and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater. But more important, this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit it to cover my children and oth-er people I love in warmth and color. I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy.Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love. Why did many women feel that knitting was out of date?A: Because their mothers didn't teach them.B: Because they were influenced by feminism and consumerism.C: Because they were feminists.D: Because they were consumerists.
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第二篇Going Her Own WayWhen she was twelve,Maria made her first important decision about the course of her life.She decided that she wanted to continue her education.Most girls from middle-class families chose to stay at home afterprimary school,though some attended private Catholic"finishing"schools.There they learned a little about music,art,needlework,and how to make polite conversation. This was not the sort of education that interested Maria-or her mother. By this time,she had begun to take her studies more seriously.She read constantly and brought her books everywhere.One time she even brought her math book to the theater and tried to study in the dark.Maria knew that she wanted to go on learning in a serious way.That meant attending the public high school,something that very few girls did.In Italy at the time,there were two types of high schools:the"classical"schools and the"technical"schools. In the classical schools,the students followed a very tradi- tional program of studies,with courses in Latin and Greek language and literature,and Italian literature and history. The few girls who continued studying after primary school usually chose these schools.Maria,however,wanted to attend a technical school.The technical schools were more modern than the classical schools and they offered courses in modern languages,mathematics,science,and accounting. Most people一including Maria's father一believed that girls would never be able to understand these subjects. Furthermore,they did not think it was proper for girls to study them.Maria did not care if it was proper or not.Math and science were the subjects that interested her most. But before she could sign up for the technical school,she had to win her father's approval. She finally did, with her mother's help,though for many years after,there was tension in the family. Maria's father continued to oppose her plans,while her mother helped her.In 1883,at age thirteen,Maria entered the"Regia Scuola Tecnica Michelangelo Buonarroti"in Rome. Her experience at this school is difficult for us to imagine.Though the courses included modern subjects,theteaching methods were very traditional. Learning consisted of memorizing long lists of facts and repeating them back to the teacher. Students were not supposed to ask questions or think for themselves in any way. Teachers were very demanding;discipline in the classroom was strict;punishment was severe for those who failed to achieve or were disobedient.Maria's father probably__________.A:had very modern views about women B:had traditional views about womenC:had no opinion about womenD:thought women could not learn Latin
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第二篇Going Her Own WayWhen she was twelve,Maria made her first important decision about the course of her life.She decided that she wanted to continue her education.Most girls from middle-class families chose to stay at home afterprimary school,though some attended private Catholic"finishing"schools.There they learned a little about music,art,needlework,and how to make polite conversation. This was not the sort of education that interested Maria-or her mother. By this time,she had begun to take her studies more seriously.She read constantly and brought her books everywhere.One time she even brought her math book to the theater and tried to study in the dark.Maria knew that she wanted to go on learning in a serious way.That meant attending the public high school,something that very few girls did.In Italy at the time,there were two types of high schools:the"classical"schools and the"technical"schools. In the classical schools,the students followed a very tradi- tional program of studies,with courses in Latin and Greek language and literature,and Italian literature and history. The few girls who continued studying after primary school usually chose these schools.Maria,however,wanted to attend a technical school.The technical schools were more modern than the classical schools and they offered courses in modern languages,mathematics,science,and accounting. Most people一including Maria's father一believed that girls would never be able to understand these subjects. Furthermore,they did not think it was proper for girls to study them.Maria did not care if it was proper or not.Math and science were the subjects that interested her most. But before she could sign up for the technical school,she had to win her father's approval. She finally did, with her mother's help,though for many years after,there was tension in the family. Maria's father continued to oppose her plans,while her mother helped her.In 1883,at age thirteen,Maria entered the"Regia Scuola Tecnica Michelangelo Buonarroti"in Rome. Her experience at this school is difficult for us to imagine.Though the courses included modern subjects,theteaching methods were very traditional. Learning consisted of memorizing long lists of facts and repeating them back to the teacher. Students were not supposed to ask questions or think for themselves in any way. Teachers were very demanding;discipline in the classroom was strict;punishment was severe for those who failed to achieve or were disobedient.We can infer from this passage that__________.A:girls usually attended private primary schoolsB:only girls attended classical schoolsC:girls did not like going to schoolD:Maria was a girl who had very strong will
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第三篇KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me.She assumed,as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter.A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义) made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knitted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me, of red wool(毛线).They were the ones we wore under our ice skates (冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do.It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared (翻旧了的)old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used,in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas, staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months,there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it, and that I just have to go back and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater.But more important,this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit to cover my children and other people I love in warmth and color.I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy:Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.According to the passage,which of the following statements is NOT true?A:Knitting helps one get rid of bad habits.B:Knitting helps one get free from a bad mood.C:Knitting requires patience.D:Knitting is a profit-making business.
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第三篇KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me.She assumed,as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter.A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义) made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knitted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me, of red wool(毛线).They were the ones we wore under our ice skates (冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do.It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared (翻旧了的)old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used,in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas, staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months,there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it, and that I just have to go back and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater.But more important,this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit to cover my children and other people I love in warmth and color.I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy:Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.The author wore the red socks her grandmother had knitted for herA:when she went to school.B:when she went hiking.C:when she celebrated Christmas.D:when she went skating.
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第三篇KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me.She assumed,as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter.A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义) made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knitted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me, of red wool(毛线).They were the ones we wore under our ice skates (冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do.It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared (翻旧了的)old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used,in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas, staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months,there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it, and that I just have to go back and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater.But more important,this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit to cover my children and other people I love in warmth and color.I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy:Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.Why did many women feel that knitting was out of date?A:Because their mothers had not taught them.B:Because they were influenced by feminism and consumerism.C:Because they were feminists.D:Because they were consumerists.
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第三篇KnittingMy mother knew how to knit(编织),but she never taught me.She assumed,as did many women of her generation,that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter.A combination of feminism(女权主义)and consumerism(消费主义) made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were now out of date.My Grandmother still knitted,though,and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me, of red wool(毛线).They were the ones we wore under our ice skates (冰鞋),when it was really important to have warm feet.Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive.It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do.It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens,you are creating something beautiful.Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted.I love breathing life into the patterns.It's true magic,finding a neglected,dog-eared (翻旧了的)old book with the perfect snowflake design,buying the same Germantown wool my grandmother used,in the exact blue to match my daughter's eyes,taking it on the train with me every day for two months,working enthusiastically to get it done by Christmas, staying up late after the stockings are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends.Knitting has taught me patience.I know that if I just keep going,even if it takes months,there will be a reward.When I make a mistake,I know that anger will not fix it, and that I just have to go back and start over again.People often ask if I would do it for money,and the answer is always a definite no.In the first place,you could not pay me enough for the hours I put into a sweater.But more important,this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations.I knit to cover my children and other people I love in warmth and color.I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy:Knitting gives my life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline.By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it,but on the train home,surrounded by people with laptops,I stage my little rebellion.I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love.The word "quit" in paragraph 2 is closest in meaning toA:give up.B:speed up.C:slow down.D:build up.
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How is your mother these days? Oh,()A、She is goodB、She is not very wellC、Never mindD、That's all right
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单选题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 die.
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单选题The writer began to love her mother’s desk _____.A
after mother diedB
before she became a writerC
when she was a childD
when mother gave it to her
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单选题Why did mother go to see Dagmar in the hospital?A
To give her some message about dad.B
To make sure her room was clean.C
To check that she was still there.D
To find out how she was.
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