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1、A) 2018 高考 海淀一模 完型My parents divorced when I was 11 years old. One year later, my father _16_ providing any type of financial support for us. Times were definitely _17_ then. I remember the threatening calls from bill collectors, and the sound of my mother crying late at night. _18_ the memory that
2、surfaces much more strongly than all the others is one in which I learned a dear lesson about _19_.To _20 _ our family my mother worked day and night. Driving home late one night, she stopped at a red light. A _21_ car racing up crashed into the back of my mothers car. Amazingly, my mother _ 22_, bu
3、t her car didnt. The driver of the other car was a young man with no _23_, so he couldnt afford to repair her car. The next day, I saw our neighbors, the Claytons handing my mother an envelope with $500 inside. I remember my _24_, tough mother insisting that she couldnt take their money. There was n
4、oway she could _25_ pay them back.Mr. Clayton said with a smile. “Dont worry about paying us back. When times are better, just help someone else who is in _26_. That will be _27_ enough.”My mother took his words to heart. A year later, on her way back home from work, she met a young woman holding a
5、crying baby. She invited them into our kitchen and _28_ some food for them.As the night wore on, the young womans story _29_. She had run away from a unfortunate marriage, taking only her kid and a handful of _30_.My mother made them a makeshift bed on our living room couch. Later, I saw her open he
6、r purse and hand the young woman some money. I knew that was almost all the money she had, yet I saw such a look of _31_ upon her face as she handed it freely to the girl.Through the years, times continued to be tough for our family. In spite of this, my mother still _32_ out to help others however
7、she could, whether it was _33_ money, time, or another form of service.It has been several decades since our neighbors gave their _34_. The sweet lesson I have learned from the dear neighbor and my mother was that when times are tough, acts of kindness and generosity can make such a _35_.16. A.stopp
8、edB.rememberedC.avoidedD.suggested17. A.puzzlingB.memorableC.challengingD.valuable18. A.AndB.SoC.ButD.Or19. A.acceptingB.respectingC.sharingD.caring20. A.supportB.educateC.uniteD.serve21. A.shinyB.speedingC.passingD.costly22. A.sufferedB.screamedC.escapedD.survived23. A.insuranceB.licenceC.experienc
9、eD.family24. A.desperateB.inspiringC.proudD.loving25. A.secretlyB.possiblyC.naturallyD.seriously26. A.anxietyB.needC.turnD.depression27. A.politenessB.successC.paymentD.effort28. A.cooledB.boughtC.storedD.prepared29. A.unfoldedB.continuedC.endedD.paused30. A.possessionsB.jewelsC.toolsD.purses31. A.h
10、esitationB.confusionC.determinationD.caution32. A.rushedB.workedC.gaveD.reached33. A.aboutB.withC.atD.for34. A.lessonB.opinionC.chanceD.gift35. A.senseB.differenceC.requestD.decisionB) 2018 高考 东城一模 完型My brother Gene was four years older than me. By the time I turned four, I was upset that he could r
11、ead but I couldnt. I burned with _16_ to read a book like my brother. I begged, “Teach me to read, Mom! Please, please?!” finally,Mom set aside time after lunch _17_ reading lessons, and soon after my fifth birthday, I was reading.I longed for my father, who was a great storyteller, to read me the b
12、ooks that I couldnt yet read on my own. But my father worked three jobs to feed the family. He didnt have the time or _18_ in the evening to read to me. _19_, every Sunday morning, my brother and I lay next to him in bed, waiting for him to tell stories about his _20_. I can still hear my fathers vo
13、ice _21_ the cold winters on the family farm in Poland. His family didnt have enough money to burn wood in the fireplace all night. He told us that he always volunteered to help with _22_. I can smell the soup made by my grandma and _23_ my father cutting onions, carrots and tomatoes for salad, and
14、when no one was looking, putting a piece into his mouth. “I always _24_,” he explained. Hearing my fathers stories _25_ me closer to the books and the stories they held.One Saturday afternoon when I was seven, we walked two blocks to the small _26_ in our neighborhood, and my dad filled out forms fo
15、r a card. That Saturday _27_ my life: I met Mrs. Schwartz, the librarian, and my dad said, “Youre _28_ enough to walk to the library yourself.” And so I did - almost every afternoon.In my mind, Mrs. Schwartz was “the keeper of books and the guardian of stories”. Some days she read aloud to a small group of us _29_. Most of time, Mrs. Schwartz let me _30_ myself with books I pulled from the shelves and look through them to see which ones Id
