湖州市菱湖中学2012年高二12月月考英语试题答案(4)

Cai, who is a student in journalism at Tsinghua, could be found at Beijing’s Wudaokou Light Railway Station that special evening. When she saw an old beggar, she took the cold, rough hands of the woman with her warm, clean hands, and gave the woman some warm bread and helped her put on a pair of new gloves.
The woman was surprised for a few seconds, then burst into tears, saying “for the first time I feel respected”.
Cai said, “A beggar’s life is very hard. That’s why I want to help them.”
Cai was one of 14 Tsinghua students spending Christmas Eve among the poor. They walked in the cold wind along the streets from 4 to 7 pm on Friday, visiting 15 beggars in Beijing’s Haidian District.
They brought bread and gloves with them, and stopped to greet beggars and offer them some of the warm food. Each beggar greeted them with a look of surprise.
“I know the activity can’t help much, but it’s meant to show our respect and care for beggars and the homeless who have been neglected for so long,” said Sun, head of the group. “And Christmas is a good time for that.”
45. What does Christmas Eve mean to the 14 Tsinghua students?
A. Taking 15 beggars to Tsinghua.
B. Getting together with friends.
C. Showing care to the beggars and the homeless. 
D. Selling bread and gloves to the beggars.
46. What does the beggar mean by saying “for the first time I feel respected”?
A. The beggar has been waiting for Cai for long.
B. The beggar hasn’t been shown care for so long.
C. The beggar has been respecting Cai for a long time.
D. This is the first time the beggar has seen Tsinghua students.
47. What did each beggar feel when they received greetings?
A. Sad.              B. Amazed.       
C. Frightened.       D. Proud.
48. The word “neglected” in the last passage means _______.
A. protected      B. found
C. taken care of                         D. given no enough care
                             C
I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. 

I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter.
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.
My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace— it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.