2014届高考英语 阅读理解 2013暑假练习题（20）

2014高考英语阅读理解：2013暑假练习题（20）及答案解析阅读理解（全部原创）第一节：阅读下列短文，从每题所给的四个选项（A、B、C、D）中，选出最佳选项，并在答题纸上将该选项标号涂黑。 ANow comes word from the University of California, Berkeley, a new study has confirmed that the richer you are the less compassionate you areIn a study just published in the journal Emotion, psychologist Jennifer Stellar sought to determine the empathic（感情移入的） capacities of a group of 300 college students, who had been hand-selected for maximum economic diversity. As a rule, college students have just one income level: poor. Stellar thus chose her subjects based on the income of the people who respond to the requests and write the checks: the parents.In the first of three experiments, she had 148 of her subjects fill out reports how often they experience emotions such as joy, love, compassion and horror. She also had them agree or disagree with statements like “I often notice people who need help.” When the numbers on these lists were processed, Stellar found no meaningful personality differences among the students that could be attributable to income except one: across the board, the lower the subjects family income, the higher their score on compassion.The second study involved 64 subjects who watched two videos an emotionally neutral instructional video on construction techniques, and a far more charged one that involved real families coping with a cancer-stricken child. Again, the subjects filled out emotional lists and again they scored similarly. But the lower-income volunteers continued to come out higher on the compassion-and-empathy scale.During this study, Stellar also used heartbeat monitors to determine their physical reactions to the two videos. There was, not surprisingly, no difference in heart rate when the instructional video was playing, but when the cancer stories began, the heartbeats of the lower-income volunteers slowed noticeably a counterintuitive(违反直觉的) sign of caring. An immediate threat to ourselves or another causes heart rate to jump, the better to snap into action to respond to the danger. An emotional crisis can have the opposite physical effect on observers helping them settle down to provide the quieter attention that simply listening and comforting requires.In the final part of the study, 106 of the participants were paired off and told to interview each other as if they were applying for a position as lab manager. So that the subjects would have real skin in the game, the ones who performed best in the interviews as judged by Stellar would win a cash prize. All of the subjects reported feeling the same levels of stress or anxiety when they were being interviewed, but only the lower-income subjects were reliably able to detect the same feelings in their partner when the roles were reversed.So does this mean the rich really cant feel the poor? A low score on the compassion scale doesnt mean a lack of capacity for the feeling, Stellar argues. It may just mean a lack of experience observing and tending to the hardship others. Perhaps that helps explain why so many wealthy college kids find their way into the Peace Corps and other volunteer groups.50. According to the text, which of the following statement is true?A. All the subjects went through all the 3 experiments.B. Stellar carefully chose 300 college students according their personal income level.C. The rich really lacks the ability to feel pity for the poor.D. All the 3 experiments proved the same result.51. In Stellas opinion, the lower-income volunteers heart rate lowers when _.A. When they are having their first lesson in a new school.B. They are talking to someone they admire so much.C. They are trapped in a building suddenly on fire.D. They find someone is injured in an accident on the road.52. We can infer from the third experiment that _.A. Lab manager is a position with low income.B. The lower-income subjects win the cash prize.C. The interviewers are stressed and anxious when interviewing others.D. Both the interviewers and interviewees know the feelings in each other.53. The underlined “across the board” probably means _.A. applying to all B. on the oppositeC. from one side to the other D. for instance54.What can be the best title of the text?A. Without money? Thats not a big dealB. Hate money? Then try to be low-incomeC. Got money? Then you might lack sympathyD. Too much money? Come to experience hardships BParents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mothers large Alabama family. Over the years, Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many kindly relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddys father had managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new suit, with a card pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New Orleans.Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched. There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father. Which meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him werent lying when they laughed at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just thatwell, though she was sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was. I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: “For Buddy.” I decided to open the packages: It was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I wont bother to describe what was inside them: just shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. “Buddywhat the hell do you think youre doing? Bang. Bang. Bang. “Stop that!” I laughed. “ Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me.” Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. “You like what Santa Claus brought you?” I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering(逗留不去的) moment, damaged when I said: “Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?” His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed suspiciouslyyou could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: “Well, I thought Id wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you want?” I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh, yes, he remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in that airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus. But I wasnt free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because of my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: “Im not going to let you go. I cant let you go back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what theyve done to you. A boy six, almost seven, talking about Santa Claus! Its all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus.” He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. “Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy that you love him.” But I couldnt speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. “Say it: I love you. Say it. Please. Buddy. Say it.” It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadnt been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I dont know what would have happened when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home. But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus. Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will. Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a rocking chair, a sound as soothing（令人舒畅的）as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse（嘶哑的）as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers through my hair, and said: “Of course there is a Santa Clause. Its just that no single somebody could do all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. Thats why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like snow. Im sorry you didnt get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars” Stars sparkled, snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me something I must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my fathers safety deposit box when he died last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to pedal my plane so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.55.When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his fathers reaction suggested that _.A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son.B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.56. Once Buddy was on the bus, he felt the strangest pain . The reason probably is _.A. His father squeezed him so hard that it ached.B. His father was very drunk and had difficulty returning home.C. He didnt say “I love you” to his father.D. He had an argument with his father at home.57. Which of the following statements is NOT true?A. Buddy didnt tell his Daddy “I love you” until his death.B Buddys father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.58. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy.B. Miss had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.59. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _.A. old B. clever C. naughty D. trusted60. Which of the following can be the best title of passage?A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World?B. A Christmas MemoryC. How to Celebrate Christmas