Read the article and select the best answer. Article: Once upon a time, an old woman had two large water pots. Each hung on the end of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect, From the river to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. And the other pot was always full. The perfect pot took pride in its talent. But the poor cracked pot felt sad for its own disadvantage. One day by the river the cracked pot said to the woman, "I feel bad about myself, because the crack in me causes water to come out all the way back to your house." The old woman smiled and said, "Why are there flowers on your side of the road, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your crack. So I planted flowers on your side of the road, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my house, There would not be this beauty without you. Each of us has our own cracks. But the cracks make our lives so interesting and beautiful." So, to all the cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the road! Question: What can we learn from the story? Options: A: Everyone has a talent. B: A true friend is hard to find. C: Success never comes easily. D: Mistakes improve our learning,
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Read the article and select the best answer. Article: One day, when I arrived at school, an ice cream truck was parked in the schoolyard. Ice cream men usually drove their trucks to primary schools. I had never thought one ice cream truck would come to bring ice cream to us older kids. When I went up to the truck, I was quite surprised to hear the man call out, "Free ice cream!" To make sure of his words, I asked, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "Free ice cream. Choose whichever you like." he said, smiling. After I was certain that the man was just giving away the ice cream, I talked with him for a long time. He told me that his dream had always been to travel around giving away ice cream, and that's what he was now doing. With his mother's support, he kept doing what he loved even during hard times. Now, however, some large companies are helping him his plan. The man said he wanted to encourage people to do exactly what their heart told them to do with their lives. I kept asking him, "So your dream was just to drive around and give away ice cream? It seems like a very unusual goal." "Yes, just meeting people and making them smile," he replied. At that point he handed me my ice cream. I thanked him, but what I got from him was much more than just an ice cream. It can't easily be explained in words. I believe what he is doing is exactly what a great person does all the time: small acts of big love. Question: Why did the writer ask the ice cream man what he had said again? Options: A: Because he was not sure whether what he had heard was true. B: Because the ice cream truck had never been here before. C: Because the ice cream man said in a low voice and he couldn't hear. D: Because he didn't pay attention to the ice cream truck.
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Ques: Read the article and select the best answer. Article: In the days following the first anniversary of my dad 's death, I felt sad. I still missed him so much. I would walk over to his old house where my daughter now live and still expect to see him sitting out on his front porch . I would see him in my dreams, looking young and strong again. I felt bad too because I regretted not spending more time with him while he was here. I wished I had visited him more, talked with him more, and listened to him more. I wished I had asked the questions that I never did. I wished I had given him more hugs and told him I loved him more often. I wished I had cherished the time I had with him here. I was angry at the destiny because Dad and Mum had both passed away before I was 50, and I was angry with myself because I hadn't made the most of time I had with them. Today, I found myself walking under a cloudy sky, staring at the leafless trees. As I walked along, one of the last golden maple leaves fell from its tree and sailed in the wind until it landed in front of me. I picked it up and smiled. At the moment of peace I felt a sound in my heart and mind: "death is momentary , but love is eternal ." I knew at that moment that my relationships with Mum and Dad were not over. We would see each other again in a place of love, joy and light. We would spend our days in learning, laughter and love. Question: In this passage the writer expressed his following emotions to his parents EXCEPT _ . Options: A: missing B: regrets C: love D: gratefulness
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Read the article and select the best answer. Article: How old is "old"? The answer has changed over the years.Two hundred years ago, you were old at 35.At the beginning of the 20th century, the average life span was 45.In 1950,70-year-olds were really old.Today, a healthy 70-year-old person is still thought young. So, how old is old? The answer is one you've heard many times, from all kinds of people."You are as old(or young) as you feel." Your age simply tells you how many years you have lived.Your body tells you how well you've lived. "Nobody grows old by living a number of years," wrote a writer."People grow old when they don't have their ideals ." People should not have the wrong ideals about aging.Sometimes, old minds can be as bright as young minds.Alice Brophy once said, "It makes me happy who people say.You look young for your age." What does that mean? You know you can die old at 30 (30) and live young at 80. Question: Which question is NOT answered in the passage? Options: A: Can old people be as bright as young people? B: How old is "old" ? C: What tells you how well you've lived? D: What is the average life span today?
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Read the article and select the best answer. Article: Mr. Smith is telling two funny stories of his police work. Story A I remember catching a "thief" in a clothes shop once. It was strange. The man was hiding a yellow sweater inside his coat. I thought he had stolen it, so I caught him. We found later that his wife gave him the sweater for his birthday, but he hated it. He just wanted to return it to the shop for money, but he didn't want his wife to see him! We soon let him go. Story B Another day, a man called Bob went into a bank on Sixth Street. He wrote on the back of an envelope, "Give me the money! Or I'll kill you." and gave it to the bank clerk. She gave him $100,000 and the man ran away. Then we received a phone call from the bank clerk. She told us to go to the man's house in Candy Town and get him. We caught him as soon as he got out of the elevator. He couldn't believe that we found him so quickly. We told him that the front of the envelope he used his name and address on it! Question: What does Mr. Smith do? Options: A: A bank clerk. B: A policeman. C: A thief. D: A teacher
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