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My father and mother often apologized to our neighbors for my trouble-making while I was still a young boy.
A)小时候我父母经常为我惹的麻烦去向邻居们道歉。
B)我还很小，父母一遇到麻烦，就把我寄放在邻居家。
C)我还是个小孩的时候，我父母不怕麻烦，经常带我去邻居家玩。
D)我还是个小孩的时候，经常麻烦父母向邻居们道歉。
E)我小时候经常惹麻烦，让父母向邻居们道歉。
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Raju and His Father's Shop
My mother told me a story every evening while we waited for father to close the shop and come home. The shop remained open till midnight. Bullock-carts in long caravans arrived late in the evening from distant villages, loaded with coconut, rice, and other commodities for the market. The animals were unyoked under the big tamarind tree for the night, and the cartmen drifted in twos and threes to the shop, for a chat or to ask for things to eat or smoke. How my father loved to discuss with them the price of grain, rainfall, harvest, and the state of irrigation channels. Or they talked about old litigations. One heard repeated references to magistrates, affidavits, witnesses in the case, and appeals, punctuated with roars of laughter—possibly the memory of some absurd legality or loophole tickled them.
My father ignored food and sleep when he had company. My mother sent me out several times to see if he could be. made to turn in. He was a man of uncertain temper and one could not really guess how he would react to interruptions, and so my mother coached me to go up, watch his mood, and gently remind him of food and home. I stood under the shop-awning, coughing and clearing my throat, hoping to catch his eye. But the talk was all-absorbing and he would not glance in my direction, and I got absorbed in their talk, although I did not understand a word of it.
After a while my mother's voice came gently on the night air, calling, "Raju, Raju," and my father interrupted his activities to look at me and say, "Tell your mother not to wait for me. Tell her to place a handful of rice and buttermilk in a bowl, with just, one piece of lime pickle, and keep it in the oven for me. I'll come in later." It was almost a formula with him five days in a week. He always added, "Not that I'm really hungry tonight." And then I believe he went on to discuss health problems with his cronies.
But I didn't stop to hear further. I made a quick dash back home. There was a dark patch between the light from the shop and the dim lantern shedding its light on our threshold, a matter of about the yards, I suppose, but the passage through it gave me a cold sweat. I expected wild animals and supernatural creatures to emerge and grab mc. My mother waited on the doorstep to receive me and said, "Not hungry, I suppose! That'll give him an excuse to talk to the village folk all night, and then come in for an hour's sleep and get up with the crowing of that foolish cock somewhere. He will spoil his health."
I followed her into the kitchen. She placed my plate and hers side by side on the floor, drew the rice-pot within reach, and served me and herself simultaneously, and we finished our dinner by the sooty tin lamp, stuck on a nail in the wall. She unrolled a mat for me in the front room, and I lay down to sleep. She sat at my side, awaiting father's return. Her presence gave me a feeling of inexplicable coziness. I felt I ought to put her proximity to good use, and complained, "Something is bothering my hair," and she ran her fingers through my hair, and scratched the nape of my neck. And then I commanded, "A story."
Immediately she began, "Once upon a time there was a man called Devaka..." I heard his name mentioned almost every night. He was a hero, saint, or something of the kind. I never learned fully what he did or why, sleep overcoming me before my mother was through even the preamble.
Which of the following was NOT what we can infer from the conversation between Father and the cartmen？
A．Sometimes during lawsuits, one side or the other tricked the law, probably by finding faults in the legal code which were favorable to themselves.
B．There were times when the courts came to foolish decisions.
C．Matters related to fanning were of great interest to them.
D．The magistrates were ludicrous.
some reason said: “I wish all of the white students to stand for a moment.” I rose with the others.The teacher looked at me and, calling my name, said: “You sit down for the present, and rise with the others.” I did not quite understand her.She repeated: “You sit down now, and rise with the others.” I sat down puzzled.I saw and heard nothing.When the other were asked to rise, I did not know it.When school was dismissed, I went out unconsciously.A few of the white boys laughed at me, saying: “Oh, you’re a nigger, too.”
I hurried on as fast as I could to where my looking-glass hung on the wall in my own little room.For an instant I was afraid to look, but when I did, I looked long and earnestly.I was accustomed t o hearing remarks about my beauty, but now, for the first time, I became conscious of it and recognized it.I noticed the ivory(象牙)whiteness of my skin, the beauty of my mouth, the size and the liquid darkness of my eyes.I ran downstairs and rushed to wh ere my mother was sitting.I buried my head in her lap and cried out: “Mother, tell me, am I a nigger？” I could not see her face, but I felt her hands on my head.I looked up into her face.There were tears in her eyes and I could see that she was sufferin g for me.And then it was that.
I looked at her critically for the first time.I had thought of her in a childish way only as the most beautiful woman in the world; now I looked at her searching for defects(缺点).I could see that her skin was almost brown,and that she did differ in some way from the other ladies who came to the house; yet, even so I could see that she was more beautiful than any of them.She must have felt that I was examining her, for she hid her face in my hair and said with difficulty：“No, my darling, you are not a nigger.” She went on: “If anyone calls you a nigger, don’t notice them.”
But the more she talked, the less was I reassured, and I stopped her by asking:“Well, mother, am I white？ Are you white？” She answered tremblingly(颤抖的): “No, I am not white, but your father is one of the greatest men in the country.The best blood of the South is in you.” This suddenly opened up in my heart a fresh fear, and I almost fiercely demanded: “Who is my father？ Where is he？” She stroked my hair and said: “I’ll tell you about him some day.” I sobbed(抽泣): “I want to know now.” She answered: “No, not now.”
1.We can infer from the passage that “a nigger ”means().
A.a white person
B.a black person
C.anyone that is not white
D.anyone that i s not black
2.When the teacher asked him to sit down and rise with the others ,the author was confused because().
A.he never considered himself a non-white person
B.he thought the teacher didn’t recognize him
C.he thought he should be considered
D.he thought it rude for the teacher to call his name
3.It was on that day that he began to realize that().
A.he was a nigger
B.he was different from others because of his beauty
C.his color was like that of his mother
D.he differed from oth er white people even with his beauty
4.From the passage we can learn that().
A.the boy’s father left them for some reasons
B.the boy’s mother didn’t want to mention his father at all
C.the boy never met his father before
D.the boy’s mother hated his father
5.This passage generally tells us a story of ().
A.a boy who suddenly realized that he was a colored person
B.a boy who had been looked down upon because he had no father
C.the miserable life of colored people
D.the life of a one-parent family
On Christmas Eve, my mother created abundant Chinese food. And then they arrived—the minister's family and all my relatives.Robert greeted hello, and I pretended he was not worthy of existence.
Dinner threw me deeper into disappointment.My relatives licked(舔)the ends of their chopsticks and reached across the table.Robert and his family waited patiently for a large plate to be passed to them.My relatives murmured with pleasure when my mother brought out the whole steamed fish.Robert made a face.Then my father reached his chopsticks just below the fish eye and picked out the soft meat. "Amy, your favorite, " he said, offering me the tender fish cheek.I wanted to disappear.
At the end of the meal, my father leaned back and burped(打嗝)loudly, thanking my mother for her fine cooking."It' s a police Chinese custom to show you are satisfied, "explained my father to our astonished guests.Robert was looking down at his plate with a reddish face.The minister managed to bring up a quiet burp.I was shocked into silence for the rest of the night.
After everyone had gone, my mother said to me, "You want to be the shame as American girls on the outside. "She handed me an early gift. It was a miniskirt. "But inside you must always be Chinese. You must be proud you are different. Your only shame is to have shame. "
It was not until years later that I was able to fully appreciate her lesson and the purpose behind her particular menu. For Christmas Eve that year, she had chosen excellent Chinese food.
When I found out the minister' s family would come for Christmas Eve dinner, I cried mainly because______.
A．I worried about our shabby Chinese Christmas
B．I worried about our Chinese relatives lacking American manners
C．I worried about meeting the minister' s family
D．I worried about being laughed at
