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Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long．hair out of the way，then kiss my fore—head．

I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that any more--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands．missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seventies．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

In my memory，for the thousandth time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that any more--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

What would be the best title for the text?

A．Mother's Hands          B．Appreciation for Mother．

C．My Childhood Years．    D．My Unselfish Mother．

The author began to get annoyed because      .

A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

C．she didn't like her mother any more

D．her mother stayed in her room too long

What do we know about the author?

A．With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

B．She was an only child in the family．

C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means that________

A．children need Mother's kissing        B．mothers kiss their children gently

C．mothers love their children forever    D．children depend on their mothers

It can be inferred from the text that _____________

A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

C．her mother forgave her at last

D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．
I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．
Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．
Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…
Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．
In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．
1．What would be the best title for the text ?
A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．
C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．
2. The author began to get annoyed because—
A．her mother's hands were really old and tough
B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care
C．she didn't like her mother any more
D．her mother stayed in her room too long
3. What do we know about the author?
A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．
B．She was an only child in the family．
C．She never forgave herself．
D．Her mother was a doctor．
4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means
that________
A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently
C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers
5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________
A．the author began to spend nights with her mother
B．her mother  never kissed  author again
C．her mother forgave her at last
D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text ?

A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2. The author began to get annoyed because—

A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

C．she didn't like her mother any more

D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3. What do we know about the author?

A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

B．She was an only child in the family．

C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

C．her mother forgave her at last

D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

   I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

   Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

   Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

   Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

    In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

  That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text ?

   A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

   C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2. The author began to get annoyed because—

   A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

   B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

   C．she didn't like her mother any more

   D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3. What do we know about the author?

    A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

    B．She was an only child in the family．

    C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

   A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

   C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

   A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

   C．her mother forgave her at last

   D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

   I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

   Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

   Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

   Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

    In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

  That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text ?

   A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

   C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2. The author began to get annoyed because—

   A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

   B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

   C．she didn't like her mother any more

   D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3. What do we know about the author?

    A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

    B．She was an only child in the family．

    C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

   A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

   C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

   A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

   C．her mother forgave her at last

   D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

   I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

   Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

   Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

   Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

    In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

  That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1.What would be the best title for the text ?

   A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

   C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2.The author began to get annoyed because—

   A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

   B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

   C．she didn't like her mother any more

   D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3.What do we know about the author?

    A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

    B．She was an only child in the family．

    C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4.By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

   A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

   C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5.It can be inferred from the text that _____________

   A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

   C．her mother forgave her at last

   D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long．hair out of the way，then kiss my．fore―head．

I don't remember when it first started annoying me―her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work―worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands．a(chǎn)re too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands．missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked(潛藏)，in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid―seven―ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our door，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped(擦傷的)knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue jcans,like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven―long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

66．What would be the best title for the text?

A．Mother's Hands

B．Appreciation for Mother．

C．My Childhood Years．

D．My Unselfish Mother．

67．The author began to get annoyed because―

A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

C．she didn’t like her mother any more

D．her mother stayed in her room too long

68．What do we know about the author?

A．With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

B．She was an only child in the family．

C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

69．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means that________

A．children need Mother's kissing

B．mothers kiss their children gently

C．mothers love their children forever

D．children depend on their mothers

70．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

C．her mother forgave her at last

D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my fore-head．

I don’t remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way．But it did annoy me，for they felt work-worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，“Don’t do that anymore--your hands．a(chǎn)re too rough!” She didn’t say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked（潛藏），in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I’m not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She’s been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet（醫(yī)藥箱）for the remedy（藥物）to calm a young girl’s stomach or soothe（安慰）the boy’s scraped（擦傷的）knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue jeans, like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow（額頭）．

In my memory，for the thousandth time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don’t do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom’s hand in hand，I blurted （沖口說(shuō)出）out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she’d remember ，as I did．But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text?

       A．My Unselfish Mother．                      B．Appreciation for Mother．

       C．My Childhood Years．                      D．Mother’s Hands

2．What do we know about the author?

       A．With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

       B．She was an only child in the family．

       C．She never forgave herself．

       D．Her mother was a doctor．

3．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means that_______.

       A．children need Mother’s kissing           B．mothers kiss their children gently

       C．mothers love their children forever        D．children depend on their mothers

4．It can be inferred from the text that _____________.

       A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

       B．her mother never kissed the author again

       C．her mother forgave her at last

       D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

第二節(jié) 語(yǔ)法填空（共10小題，每小題1.5分，滿分15分）

閱讀下面短文，按照句子結(jié)構(gòu)的語(yǔ)法性和上下文連貫的要求，在空格處填入一個(gè)適當(dāng)?shù)脑~或使用括號(hào)中詞語(yǔ)的正確形式填空，并將答案填寫在答題卡標(biāo)號(hào)為31—40的相應(yīng)位置上。

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. _31_________ (follow) her longstanding custom, she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

I don’t remember _32_____ it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, “Don’t do that anymore — your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say _33______ in reply. But never again _34_____ my mother close out my day _35_____ that familiar expression of her love.

Time after time, with the passing years, my _36_____ (think) returned to that night. By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead.

Now those hands I once thought to be so rough were still doing things for me and my family. I frequently recalled the night my young voice complained. One night, catching Mom’s hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she’d remember, _37______ I did. But Mom didn’t know what I _38______ (talk) about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.

That night, I fell asleep with a new _39_______ (appreciate) for my gentle mother and __40_______ caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

第二節(jié) 語(yǔ)法填空（共10小題，每小題1.5分，滿分15分）

閱讀下面短文，按照句子結(jié)構(gòu)的語(yǔ)法性和上下文連貫的要求，在空格處填入一個(gè)適當(dāng)?shù)脑~或使用括號(hào)中詞語(yǔ)的正確形式填空，并將答案填寫在答題卡標(biāo)號(hào)為31—40的相應(yīng)位置上。

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. _31_________ (follow) her longstanding custom, she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

I don’t remember _32_____ it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, “Don’t do that anymore — your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say _33______ in reply. But never again _34_____ my mother close out my day _35_____ that familiar expression of her love.

Time after time, with the passing years, my _36_____ (think) returned to that night. By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead.

Now those hands I once thought to be so rough were still doing things for me and my family. I frequently recalled the night my young voice complained. One night, catching Mom’s hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she’d remember, _37______ I did. But Mom didn’t know what I _38______ (talk) about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.

That night, I fell asleep with a new _39_______ (appreciate) for my gentle mother and __40_______ caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.