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仁爱科普版初中英语八年级下册Unit 7 Topic 3 I Cooked the Most Successfully 同步练习

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    Last Sunday afternoon, I was having dinner in a restaurant when my friend Poor came in. Poor is working in a bank and is quite rich, but he is always borrowing money from his friends and never pays it back. Poor saw me and came to sit at my table. He had never borrowed any money from me. When he was eating, I asked him to lend me two dollars. To my surprise, he gave me the money at once.“I have never borrowed any money from you,”Poor said,“So you can pay for my dinner.”

(1)、The story happened      .  
A、at home B、in a restaurant C、in a bank D、in an office
(2)、Poor is the name of a man and the writer      .  
A、knows him well B、doesn't know him C、often lends him some money D、often borrows money from him
(3)、Poor is a      man.  
A、busy B、clever C、rich D、poor
(4)、Why was Poor glad to lend the writer two dollars?  
A、Because they are brothers. B、Because Poor is rich. C、Because the writer is rich. D、Because Poor wanted the writer to pay for the dinner.
(5)、From the story we can see      .  
A、Poor is an old man B、Poor is friendly C、the writer paid for the dinner D、the writer is poor
举一反三
We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this high tower in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why.
"Look down, Elsa," Father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw several streets leading to the square. "See, my dear," Father said gently. "There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can't get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another."
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the bad lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.
When I turned to Father for help, he would not help. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.
At school the next day, I poured my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our cook to serve it to Mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She tried one spoonful and sputtered. "The cook must have gone mad!" Quickly I told what I had done, and Mother promised that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!
In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson Father taught me. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn't stop working until I tried every possible way. Father's wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.

    As Danny put his lunch tray onto the cafeteria table, milk spilled all over his sandwich. He sat down, hung his head forward, looking at the food in front of him. Frowning, he began peeling the soggy milk-soaked bread (浸透牛奶的) from his sandwich. “This is the worst thing I've ever done!” he said, “It's not that bad,” said his friend Elena, who was sitting across from him. “Just get another sandwich.”
   “Sandwich? What sandwich? I am talking about the talent contest. It's only two weeks away and I don't know what I'm doing! Everybody will laugh at me. There's no way to avoid it!”
   “Don't be so negative, Danny,” said Elena as she rolled her eyes. “You're going to be great, You're very capable. You have the skills to do just about anything.”
    Danny moved his lunch tray to the side and rested his head on the table.
   “Sit up Danny,” ordered Elena, “I have an idea. Let's brainstorm a list of things you could do. We'll divide the list into categories or groups. Let's start with music. You play the piano, right?”
   “I stopped taking lessons in the third grade,” said Danny.
   “What about singing a song?” suggested Elena.
    Danny shook his head no. “Let's move on to another category.”
   “What about performing magic tricks?”asked Elena, as she twisted thin strands of hair around her finger.
   “I don't know how to play magic tricks!”Danny almost shouted. “Elena, how did I get myself into this huge mess?”
    “Stop being so…” Elena paused, “That's it, DRAMATIC!”Elena shouted excitedly. “You could do a dramatic reading. You definitely have the talent for it. Mrs. Pace always calls on you to read aloud in class. You could read a play aloud. Maybe you could even get extra credit from Mrs. Pace. She rewards students with points for doing extra reading work.”
    Danny thought for a minute. Then he smiled. “Elena,” Danny said, “You are a great friend!”
    Elena smiled back. “I just want to make sure you are a bright, shiny star when you step out on stage.”

阅读理解

    It is believed in some ways that the daughter is father's lover. But my experience has taught me in a different way. For a long time my father has been a very vague figure(模糊形象)to me. He was a man of few words, tall but slim and nothing else.

    When I was in primary school, my father was never there to pick me up, and he never came to any of my parent-teacher meetings. He was always busy doing projects. I remember when I was in middle school and my head was badly hurt in a PE class. During my operation my father was nowhere to be found. This hurt me most. At that moment, I considered my father as a cold-blooded man who did not care about me at all.

    But things seemed different at my high school graduation ceremony where I was chosen to represent my class and give a speech. My father, once again, told me he had a business trip in a place outside the city and would be unable to show up(露面), "Don't come. I will be very nervous if I see you. "I told him.

    I remember my speech went smoothly. After the ceremony was over and I was about to leave, I suddenly noticed a familiar looking man sitting in a corner of the hall. It was my father!I was so surprised that I rushed to him with tears running down my face. "Well done," he said. His eyes were also filled with tears.

    Later, I found out that my father had managed to finish his work by staying up late, and he drove for eight hours to get back. He had been sitting in the corner because he didn't want me to see him. My father remembered every word in my speech.

    For much of my life I described my father was a cold-blooded man who only cared about his work. But when I thought deeply about this, it was obviously not true. At my graduation ceremony, I could feel my father's deep love. The fact is that seeing is not believing, and seeing may not be the fact if we don't perceive(感知)the world with our hearts and minds. There's no doubt that life doesn't lack(缺少)love, but sometimes our eyes have trouble seeing it.

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