The boy thought men were more foolish than women.

My parents thought it was ________ for a boy to be interested in ballet.

A abnormal

B particular

C routine

D fantastic

f I could make it home for the holidays. Only on the afternoon of December 23 was the list of men who would have three-day passes posted. I was one of the lucky soldiers. It was Christmas Eve when I arrived home, and a light snow had fallen. Mother opened the front door. I could see beyond her, into the corner of the living room where the tree had always stood. There were lights, all colors, and ornaments(装饰物)shining against the green of a pine. "Where did it come from？" I asked.

"I asked the Gates boy to cut it," my mother said. "I wouldn't have had one just for myself, but when called-oh, such a rush! He just brought it in this afternoon... " The pine reached to the proper height, almost to the ceiling, and the Tree Top Krystal Star was in its place. A few green branches reached about a little awkwardly(不够美观地) at the side, I thought, and there was a bi tof bare trunk showing in the middle. But the tree filled the room with warm light and the whole house with the pleasant smell of Christmas "It's not like the ones you used to find," my mother went on. "Yours were always in good shape. I suppose the Gates boy didn't know where to look. But I couldn't be fussy (挑剔的)."

"Don't worry," I told her. "It's perfect. " It wasn't, of course, but at the moment I realized something for the first time: all Christmas trees are perfect.

From the passage, we can infer that______.

A．the writer spent his first Christmas during the war"

B．soldiers did not all go home for Christmas during the war

C．all the soldiers had three-day passes

D．the writer could not go home for Christmas

f I could make it home for the holiday. Only on the afternoon of December 23 was the list if men who would have three-day posted. I was one of the lucky soldiers.

It was Christmas Eve when I arrived, and a light snow had fallen. Mother opened the front door. I could see beyond her, into the corner of the living room where the tree had always stood. There were lights, all colors, shining against the green of a pine.

"Where did it come from？" I asked.

"I asked the gate boy to cut it ," my mother said, "I wouldn't have one just for myself, but when called--oh, such a rush ! He just brought it in this afternoon." Krysal Star was in its place. A few green branches reached about a little disorderly at the side, I thought, and there was a bit of bare trunk showing in the middle. But the tree filled the room with warm light and the whole house with the pleasant smell of Christmas.

"It's not like the one you used to find," my mother went on, "Yours were always in good shape. I suppose the gate boy didn't know where to look . But I couldn't be critical."

"Don’t worry," I told him, "It’s perfect."

It wasn't of course, but at the moment I realized for the first time: all Christmas tree are perfect.

From the passage we can infer that ______.

A．the writer spent his first Christmas during the war

B．all the soldiers did not go home for Christmas during the war

C．all the soldiers had three-day passes

D．the writer did not want to go home for Christmas at first

According to the passage, the boy cannot be taught to ______.

A．sell his thought at a price

B．confront failure

C．fight for his faith

D．break his faith

f I could make it home for the holiday. Only on the afternoon of December 23 was the list if men who would have three-day posted. I was one of the lucky soldiers.

It was Christmas Eve when I arrived, and a light snow had fallen. Mother opened the front door. I could see beyond her, into the corner of the living room where the tree had always stood. There were lights, all colors, shining against the green of a pine.

"Where did it come from？" I asked.

"I asked the gate boy to cut it," my mother said, "I wouldn't have one just for myself, but when called—oh, such a rush! He just brought it in this afternoon." Krysal Star was in its place. A few green branches reached about a little disorderly at the side, 1 thought, and there was a bit of bare trunk showing in the middle. But the tree filled the room with warm light and the whole house with the pleasant smell of Christmas.

"It's not like the one you used to find," my mother went on, "Yours were always in good shape. I suppose the gate boy didn't know where to look. But I couldn't be critical."

"Don't worry," I told him, "It's perfect."

It wasn't of course, but at the moment I realized for the first time: all Christmas tree are perfect.

From the passage we can infer that ______.

A．the writer spent his first Christmas during the war

B．all the soldiers did not go home for Christmas during the war

C．all the soldiers had three-day passes

D．the writer did not want to go home for Christmas at first

The boy's parents thought their son should be excused mainly because____.

A．teachers should be born passionate

B．he was only a child

C．instructors were wiser

D．he was threatened

God and My Father

1 I thought of God as a strangely emotional being. He was powerful; he was forgiving yet obdurate, full of warmth and affection. Both his wrath and affection were fitful, they came and they went, and I couldn't count on either to continue: although they both always did．In short God was much such a being as my father himself.

2 What was the relation between them, I wondered — these two puzzling deities？

3 My father's ideas of religion seemed straightforward and simple. He had noticed when he was a boy that there were buildings called churches; he had accepted them as a natural part of the surroundings in which he had been born. He would never have invented such things himself. Nevertheless they were here. As he grew up he regarded them as unquestioningly as he did banks. They were substantial old structures, they were respectable, decent, and venerable. They were frequented by the right sort of people. Well, that was enough.

4 On the other hand he never allowed churches — or banks — to dictate to him. He gave each the respect that was due to it from his point of view; but he also expected from each of them the respect he felt due to him.

5 As to creeds, he knew nothing about them, and cared nothing either; yet he seemed to know which sect he belonged with. It had to be a sect with the minimum of nonsense about it; no total immersion, no exhorters, no holy confession. He would have been a Unitarian,naturally, if he'd lived in Boston. Since he was a respectable New Yorker, he belonged in the Episcopal Church.

6 As to living a spiritual life, he never tackled that problem. Some men who accept spiritual beliefs try to live up to them daily; other men who reject such beliefs, try sometimes to smash them. My father would have disagreed with both kinds entirely. He took a more distant attitude. It disgusted him where atheists attacked religion: he thought they were vulgar. But he also objected to having religion make demands upon him — he felt that religion was too vulgar, when it tried to stir up men's feelings. It had its own proper field of activity, and it was all right there, of course; but there was one place religion should let alone, and that was a man's soul. He especially loathed any talk of walking hand in hand with his Savior. And if he had ever found the Holy Ghost trying to soften his heart, he would have regarded its behavior. as distinctly uncalled for; even ungentlemanly.

The writer says his father's idea of religion seemed straightforward and simple becausehis father

A．had been born in natural surroundings with banks and churches.

B．never really thought of God as having a real existence.

C．regarded religion as acceptable as long as it did not interfere.

D．regarded religion as a way that he could live a spiritual life.

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A．．A．．th

E．．the

B．．an．．the…the

C．th

E．．th

E．．A．．a

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