1沈阳铁路实验中学 20152016 学年度上学期第一次月考高三英语时间：100 分钟 满分：120 分 本试卷分第 I 卷（选择题）和第 II 卷（非选择题）两部分。考试结束，将答题纸和卡 交回。 第卷 第一部分: 阅读理解 (共两节，满分 40 分)第一节（共 15 小题；每小题 2 分，满分 30 分）阅读下列短文,从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C 和 D)中,选出最佳选项,并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。A It was Thanksgiving morning. I was busy preparing the traditional Thanksgiving turkey when the doorbell rang. I opened the front door and saw two small children in rags huddling together on the top step.“Any old papers, lady？” asked one of them.I was busy. I wanted to say “no” until I looked down at their feet. They were wearing thin little sandals(凉鞋), wet with heavy snow.“Come in and Ill make you a cup of hot cocoa.”They walked over and sat down at the table. Their wet sandals left marks upon the floor. I served them cocoa and bread to fight against the cold outside. Then I went back to the kitchen and started cooking.The silence in the front room struck me. I looked in. The girl held the empty cup in her hands, looking at it. The boy asked in a flat voice, “Lady, are you rich？”“Am I rich? Pity, no！”I looked at my worn-out slipcovers(椅套). The girl put her cup back in its saucer(茶碟)carefully and said, “Your cups match your saucers.” They left after that, holding their papers against the wind. They had reminded me that I had so much for which to be grateful.Plain blue china cups and saucers were only worth five pence. But they matched.I tasted the potatoes and stirred(搅动)the meat soup. Potatoes and brown meat soup, a roof over our heads, my man with a regular job, these matched, too.I moved the chairs back from the fire and cleaned the living room. The muddy marks of little sandals were still wet upon my floor. Let them be for a while, I thought, just in case I should begin to forget how rich I am. 1Which of the following would be the best title for the text?AA story of Thanksgiving Day B. Lady, are you rich?2CDont forget how rich you are DDoes cups and saucers match well?2Which of the following statements is NOT true according to the passage?AThe writer had thought she wasnt rich because her supplies were not expensive.BThe girl thought the writer was rich just because she wanted to make the writer happy.CIf cups and saucers match well, they are a best pair even though cheap.DAfter hearing what they said, the writer seemed to understand what a rich life was.3The writer left the muddy marks of little sandals on the floor for a while to_.Aremind her that she shouldnt forget how rich she wasBshow that she was a kind-hearted ladyCleave room for readers to think about what being rich isDprove that she had understood what meant being rich4It can be inferred from the text that whether you are rich depends on_.Awhat attitude you have had towards lifeBhow much money you have made Cthe way you help others Dyour social relationshipB The drug store was closing for the night. Young Alfred Higgins, the shop-assistant, was ready to go home. Mr. Carr, the boss, stared at him and said: “Hold on, Alfred. Maybe youd be good enough to take the things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.” Alfreds face got red. After a little hesitation, he took out what he had stolen. Mr. Carr said, “Maybe I should call your mother and let her know Im going to have to put you in prison.”Alfred thought his mother would come rushing in, eyes burning with anger. But, to his surprise, she arrived wearing a smile. “Hello, Im Alfreds mother. Is he in trouble?” she said. Mr. Carr was surprised, too. He had expected Alfreds mother to come in nervously, shaking with fear, asking with wet eyes for a mercy for her son. But no, she was most calm, quiet and pleasant and was making Mr. Carr feel guilty. Soon Mr. Carr was shaking his head in agreement with what she was saying. “Of course”, he said, “I dont want to be cruel. You are right. Sometimes, a little good advice is the best thing for a boy at certain times in his life and it often takes the youths long time to get sense into their heads.” And he warmly shook Mrs. Higginss hand. Back home, without even looking at Alfred, she said, “You are a bad luck. It is one thing after another, always has been. Why do you stand there so stupidly? Go to bed.” In his bedroom, Alfred heard his mother in the kitchen. There was no shame in him, just pride in his mothers strength. He felt he must tell her how great she was. As he got to the kitchen, he saw his mother drinking a cup of tea. He was shocked by what he saw. His mothers face was a frightened, broken one. It was not 3the same cool, bright face he saw earlier in the drug store. As she lifted the tea cup, her hand shook. And some of the tea splashed on the table. Her lips moved nervously. She looked very old. He watched his mother without making a sound. The picture of his mother made him want to cry. He felt his youth coming to an end. He saw all the troubles he brought his mother in her shaking hand and the deep lines of worry in her grey face. It seemed