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2019年11月15日 12:45

  “Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his little face, she was stunned. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a tragic one.
   He suddenly came out with the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy… called me a freak.” He grew up. He is a favorite with his classmates. He might have been class president if he had a normal appearance. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother sometimes reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.
   The boy’s father had a meeting with their family doctor. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if it’s possible to get them.” the doctor said. The search began but it was difficult—where to find a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man? Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I found someone who could donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret.” said the father.
   The operation was a success, and a new person was born. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he got married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father. “Who gave so much to me? I could never do enough for him.”
  “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know… not yet.” The years kept their secret, but the day finally came… one of the darkest days that ever passed through a son. He stood with his father over his mother’s coffin. Slowly and tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to show… that the mother had no outer ears.
  “Mother said she was glad that she never let her hair be cut,” he said very quietly, “and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?”
   Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done but not known.

  For centuries, Poland has been a bridge between Western and Eastern Europe. Set in the heart of Europe, Poland is a multi-faceted country where the capital Warsaw and medieval towns attract contemporary city slickers; and where horse-drawn carts pass through country lanes, untouched by the progress of the country. Poland is roughly square. It’s bordered by the Baltic Sea to the northwest, by Germany to the west, the Czech and Slovak republics to the south and Ukraine, Belarus, Lithuania and Russia to the east. The flat central belt is the main agricultural area, watered by Poland’s longest river, the Vistula. Like all Poland’s rivers, it runs towards the north, draining into the Baltic Sea.
   Over the past decade, Poland has developed into a modern, vibrant and progressive country. Yet at the same time it maintains its traditional culture. There are two major cities in Poland you should know about Krakòw and Warsaw. As the royal capital for half a millennium, Krakòw absorbed more of Poland’s history than any other city in the country. As Poland’s most popular tourist destination, as well as an architectural and cultural gem, the city came through WWII unscathed. It has retained a wealth of old architecture from different periods. The tallest structures dominating Krakòw’s skyline are the spires of old churches. Krakòw is a city alive with character and soul. During July every year, there are numerous festivals held in Krakòw, everything from street theatre to jazz.
   Emerging like a phoenix from the ashes of WWII, Warsaw is essentially a postwar city. Its handful of historic areas have been meticulously reconstructed, but most of its urban landscape is modern. With an intriguing mix of old and new, the capital of Poland grows by leaps and bounds. Warsaw has turned into a thrilling busy city. The Royal Castle in Warsaw was the seat of kings from the 17th century on. Totally destroyed during WWII, the castle was restored to its former beauty during the 1970’s. Now, it is open to the public as a splendid museum.
   Another museum worthy of mentioning is the war-related Auschwitz Museum. Auschwitz needs no introduction. The museum is a fitting testament to one of humanity’s most deplorable atrocities. Photography is permitted. There’s a small charge to see the 15-minute documentary shown in the Auschwitz cinema. It definitely reminds you of the Polish Jews, whose presence died due to the Hitlerite Holocaust.
   Over the centuries, Polish kings and magnates erected numerous defensive castles and stately palaces. Turbulent history has reduced many of them into piles of rubble. Some of them, however, have been spared and today carefully restored enchant us with their beauty.
   Situated in the south of Poland’s harbor city Gdansk, Malbork Castle is reputedly Europe’s largest Gothic castle. It’s one of Poland’s oldest and a splendid example of a classic medieval fortress, with multiple defensive walls, a labyrinth of rooms and chambers and some exquisite architectural detail. In 1997, the castle was included on UNESCO’s World Heritage list. Polish towns reflect the whole spectrum of European styles. Poland’s eastern frontiers mark the boundary of the influences of western architecture on the continent. Still today, you can see well-preserved Medieval, Gothic and Renaissance towns some renowned as the most beautiful in Europe.


  Last Sunday I saw the worst storm in years. It came
  sudden and went on for over three hours. After lunch, I 1. _____
  went into my room to have a rest. The air was hotter, and 2. _____
  all is quiet. Then a strong wind started to blow into my 3. _____
  room. Pieces of paper on my desk flew high into the air 4. _____
  and some flew out the open window. As I ran out to catch 5. _____
  them, big drop of rain began to fall. When I came back 6. _____
  into house, it was raining harder and harder. I tried 7. _____
  very hard to close the window. Then I heard a loudly 8. _____
  crashing[peng撞de]sound from the back of the house. When I ran 9. _____
  out to find that a big tree had fallen down and broke the10. _____
  top of the back room.
  I have been planning to join in our college basketball team1. ______
  next year, so now I am spending as more time as I can2. ______
  with other people who likes to play. They are teaching3. ______
  me the most important rules and technologies of the game,4. ______
  and I am getting the better all the time. We have a5. ______
  neighborhood team that play against other teams in the area.6. ______
  One of my neighbors is helping rest of us7. ______
  improved our skills. Tonight we are playing against8. ______
  one of the best teams in the city, and I think we can9. ______
  beat them if we won’t make any mistakes. 10. _____
  Fang Tong is 34 years old, an actor, director and teacher of
  Beijing Opera Theatre. Most of his students are from other part of 1. ______
  China and have come to Beijing at a very young age of sixteen 2. ______
  or seventeen. He hopes create an environment for his students3. ______
  that it is much more relaxing than the one he used to 4. ______
  study in. He thought that an actor should relax himself when 5. ______
  performing. Yet his students deep respect him and he 6. ______
  never needs to raise his voice in order to be hearing. 7. ______
  For his opinion, actors should go on even when they 8. ______
  feel they have made a mistake in their performances 9. ______九年级数学上册教案


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  Nowadays, quite a few people believe that combatant spirit is essential for one’s success in today’s competitive world. However, some young people today think nothing of this spirit which,in their opinion, is only needed in revolutionary age. Even worse, when facing the difficulties, they will choose to yield or cower without making any efforts.
  There are many factors resulting in young people’s lack of combatant spirit. Among these, comfortable living environment plays a vital role. Today’s parents provide nearly everything to the children, which results in the children’s lack of motivation for striving on their own. What’s more, the present education system does not pay much attention to help the young people build up the combatant spirit.
  Considering the importance of combatant spirit, I think it is high time to take effective measures to strengthen young people’s combatant spirit. Above all, parents shouldn’t spoil their children and should ask their children to strive for what they intend to obtain. Moreover, schools should build a better environment for students to develop their struggle and aggressive spirit. Besides, young people themselves should adjust their minds and follow the examples of those people in history or around us who achieve their success under the stimulation of combatant spirit. In a word, it is an urgent thing for today’s young people to enhance combatant spirit.


  In our subconscious minds, there is always a perfect vision in which we see ourselves on a long, long journey that almost spans the entire continent. We’re traveling by passenger train and, from the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at crossings, of cattle grazing in distant hillsides, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hills, of city skylines and village halls.
  But our minds are always focused on the final destination—for at a certain hour and on a given day, our train will finally pull into the station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands playing. And once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So many wishes will be fulfilled and so many pieces of our lives finally will be neatly fitted together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. So restlessly, we pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
  “Yes, when we reach the station, that will be it!” We promise ourselves. “When I’m 18, that will be it! When I buy a new Mercedes Benz, that will be it! When I put the last kid through college, that will be it! When I have paid off the mortgage, that will be it! When I win a promotion, that will be it! When I reach the age of retirement, that will be it!”
  From that day on we will all live happily ever after.
  Unfortunately, once we get it, then it disappears. The station somehow hides itself at the end of an endless track.
  Sooner or later, we must realize there is no station in this life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The station is an illusion—it always outdistances us. Yesterday’s a memory, tomorrow’s a dream. Yesterday’s a fading sunset, tomorrow’s a faint suise. Only today is there light enough to love and live.
  So, gently close the door on yesterday and then throw the key away. It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad, but rather the regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.
  So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener. Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.






  While my father was an officer of the British army in South Africa, we lived in a ___1___ house. One ___2___ my father and sister and I were sitting together. He was ___3___ the window. I suddenly ___4___ that he was turning very pale. I sat ___5___, for I didn’t want to ___6___ my sick sister. Soon father said in a ___7___ voice, “Kate and Joan, a friend of mine ___8___ here to see me this evening, and I wish to be ___9 ___ him. Will you go up to your own room?” We ___10___, went to our room and closed the door.
  Soon I heard a ___11___ like that of a door burst in, and then a climb of feet. They were hurrying ___12___ the narrow stairs. Fearing that there was ___13___ near, I seized the pisto on the table. Then I heard my father cry out, “For God’s sake, child, ___14___ the door.” I did so. To my horror, I saw, ___15___ my father’s shoulder; a gorilla, the worst enemy of the soldier in ___16___, he was ___17 ___ my father. I raised the pistol and fired. The animal fell backwards with ___18___ loud cry. Father took the ___19___ smoking pistol from my hand, and fired another shot, which ___20___ the gorilla.
  It happened that father ___21___ us upstairs because he thought he would be able to___22___the door-which was twenty feet away ___23___ the animal reached it. However, the gorilla was too ___24___ for him; and this was the cause of the ___25___ flight up the stairs.
  1. A. two-storeyedB. two storeyedC. two-storeysD. two storeys
  2. A. o’clock B. night C. evening D. time
  3. A. towardsB. opposite C. inside D. behind
  4. A. knew B. learned C. felt D. noticed
  5. A. still B. lonelyC. sadly D. unhappily
  6. A. hurtB. frighten C. loseD. trouble
  7. A. loudB. sadC. calmD. pleasant
  8. A. was B. comes C. would be D. is coming
  9. A. friendly toB. alone with C. helpful to D. careful with
  10. A. promised B. trembled C. obeyedD. replied
  11 A. sound B. cryC. voice D. shout
  12. A. to B. downC. through D. up
  13. A. some difficulty B. a thief
  C. some danger D. an accident
  14. A. open B. close C. pull D. draw
  15. A. on B. above C. over D. from

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