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　　If you are searching for a love relationship, but keep getting disappointed or if you feel that you give a lot and get little in return, then there is one question I want you to ask yourself, the answer to which will transform your entire life experience：Do you love yourself?

　　"Yes, it’s obvious, I love myself!" a lot of people may say．Unfortunately, in 90％ of cases, the decisive reason why you haven’t been able to attract love into your life is your lack of love towards yourself．

　　When we were scolded for wrong doing(on a regular basis), or told we weren’t "good enough" by our well-meaning parents, we took it exactly and personally, and the "not good enough" part was impressed in our hidden mind, forever robbing us of the ability to love ourselves．Religion added to this by telling us we are all sinners(罪人), so it's in our nature to do things that are "wrong．" You may not be aware that you hate or are ashamed of some aspect of yourself．On the surface you, may think, I am fine．Your brain tells you that because logically you know there is nothing wrong with you．Yet, when you meet a guy you like, your first reaction is：He is way out of my league．I d better run before I get hurt．

　　Then let’s make a slight change．In order to attract love into your life you have to first develop love within yourself．You have to give off love．You have to start with the most important person in your life－YOU．

　　The problem is, we expect ourselves to be perfect．When we don’t meet those standards, each shortcoming gets magnified(放大)in our eyes out of proportion．The trick is to love ourselves exactly the way we are, including the shortcomings．They are what make you human．Once you learn to accept and love yourself exactly the way you are, you will step into your power．You will give off inner strength, love and beauty(the kind of beauty that is not measured by weight-to-height ratio or the perfection of your facial features)．No longer will you need someone else to "complete" you．Being at peace with who you are will attract a partner who will value you as much as you value yourself．

(1)

You are ________ when you lack love in yourself．
[　　]
A．	weak in health
B．	unconscious of it
C．	proud of yourself
D．	upset about yourself

(2)

What may contribute to a person’s lack of love in himself according to the writer?
[　　]
A．	Being blamed over and over again．
B．	Being refused in a love relationship．
C．	Getting little return while giving much．
D．	Getting disappointed repeatedly in school achievement．

(3)

What should you do to find love in yourself?
[　　]
A．	Pay more than you get．
B．	Accept whatever you are．
C．	Care for nobody but yourself．
D．	Overlook your shortcoming．

(4)

We can learn from the underlined sentence in the last passage that ________．
[　　]
A．	scolding a person for his wrong doing is unwise
B．	loving yourself is the key to finding love in others
C．	loving a person means accepting whatever he has got
D．	true beauty is not measured by a person’s facial features

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I sit at my kitchen table, while my daughter, Anna, sits next to my mother. On the wall hangs a photo of my father.

“When is Rick going to be here?” My mother asks, referring to my husband.

“I don’t know, Mom,” I answer patiently. “He’ll be here for dinner.”

I sigh and get up from the table. This is at least the tenth time she has asked that question.

While my mother and daughter play, I busy myself making a salad.

“Don't put in any onions,” Mom says. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”

“Yes, Mom,” I answer.

I scrub(洗擦) off a carrot and chop it into bite-size pieces.

“Don't put any onions in the salad,” she reminds me. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”

This time I can’t answer.

My mother had been beautiful. She still is. In fact, my mother is still everything she has

been, just a bit forgetful.

I cut off the end of the cucumber and rub it to take away the bitterness. Cut and rub. This

is a trick I have learned from my mother, along with a trillion other things: cooking, sewing,

dating, laughing, thinking. I learned how to grow up.

And I learned that when my mother was around, I never had to be afraid.

So why am I afraid now?

I study my mother's hands. Her nails are no longer a bright red, but painted a light pink.

Almost no color at all. And as I stare at them, I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my

youth. Hands that packed a thousand lunches and wiped a million tears off my cheeks.

Now my hands have grown into those of my mother's. Hands that have cooked uneaten

meals, held my own daughter's frightened fingers on the first day of school and dried tears

off her face.

I grow lighthearted. I can feel my mother kiss me goodnight, check to see if the window is

locked, then blow another kiss from the doorway. Then I am my mother, blowing that same

kiss to Anna.

Outside everything is still. Shadows fall among the trees, shaped like pieces of a puzzle.

Someday my daughter will be standing in my place, and I will rest where my mother now sits.

Will I remember then how it felt to be both mother and daughter? Will I ask the same

question too many times?

I walk over and sit down between my mother and her granddaughter.

“Where is Rick?” my mother asks, resting her hand on the table next to mine. And in that

instant I know she remembers. She may repeat herself a little too much. But she remembers.

“He’ll be here,” I answer with a smile.

What’s wrong with the writer’s mother?

A. She is very old. B. She suffers forgetfulness.

C. She is absent-minded. D. She is eager to see Rick.

What can we learn about the writer’s father according to the passage?

A. He might have passed away for years.

B. He goes out for a walk by himself.

C. He is out doing something with Rick.

D. He loves the writer’s mother deeply.

The underlined sentence “I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my youth” probably means that ______.

A. Mother’s hands witnessed my growth as a youth

B. Mother’s hands are similar to mine as a youth

C. I like to feel mother’s hands when she was young

D. I realize her hands were exactly like those in her youth

Which of the following words best describe the writer’s mood towards her mother?

A. Content. B. Disappointed. C. Loving. D. Considerate.

The best title for the passage would be ______.

A. Mother’s beauty B. My father hates onion

C. Hard-working mother D. Mother’s hands

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I sit at my kitchen table, while my daughter, Anna, sits next to my mother. On the wall hangs a photo of my father.
“When is Rick going to be here?” My mother asks, referring to my husband.
“I don’t know, Mom,” I answer patiently. “He’ll be here for dinner.”
I sigh and get up from the table. This is at least the tenth time she has asked that question.
While my mother and daughter play, I busy myself making a salad.
“Don't put in any onions,” Mom says. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”
“Yes, Mom,” I answer.
I scrub(洗擦) off a carrot and chop it into bite-size pieces.
“Don't put any onions in the salad,” she reminds me. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”
This time I can’t answer.
My mother had been beautiful. She still is. In fact, my mother is still everything she has
been, just a bit forgetful.
I cut off the end of the cucumber and rub it to take away the bitterness. Cut and rub. This
is a trick I have learned from my mother, along with a trillion other things: cooking, sewing,
dating, laughing, thinking. I learned how to grow up.
And I learned that when my mother was around, I never had to be afraid.
So why am I afraid now?
I study my mother's hands. Her nails are no longer a bright red, but painted a light pink.
Almost no color at all. And as I stare at them, I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my
youth. Hands that packed a thousand lunches and wiped a million tears off my cheeks.
Now my hands have grown into those of my mother's. Hands that have cooked uneaten
meals, held my own daughter's frightened fingers on the first day of school and dried tears
off her face.
I grow lighthearted. I can feel my mother kiss me goodnight, check to see if the window is
locked, then blow another kiss from the doorway. Then I am my mother, blowing that same
kiss to Anna.
Outside everything is still. Shadows fall among the trees, shaped like pieces of a puzzle.
Someday my daughter will be standing in my place, and I will rest where my mother now sits.
Will I remember then how it felt to be both mother and daughter? Will I ask the same
question too many times?
I walk over and sit down between my mother and her granddaughter.
“Where is Rick?” my mother asks, resting her hand on the table next to mine. And in that
instant I know she remembers. She may repeat herself a little too much. But she remembers.
“He’ll be here,” I answer with a smile.
【小题1】What’s wrong with the writer’s mother?

A．She is very old.	B．She suffers forgetfulness.
C．She is absent-minded.	D．She is eager to see Rick.

【小题2】What can we learn about the writer’s father according to the passage?

A．He might have passed away for years.

B．He goes out for a walk by himself.

C．He is out doing something with Rick.

D．He loves the writer’s mother deeply.

【小题3】The underlined sentence “I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my youth” probably means that ______.

A．Mother’s hands witnessed my growth as a youth

B．Mother’s hands are similar to mine as a youth

C．I like to feel mother’s hands when she was young

D．I realize her hands were exactly like those in her youth

【小题4】Which of the following words best describe the writer’s mood towards her mother?

A．Content.

B．Disappointed.

C．Loving.

D．Considerate.

【小题5】The best title for the passage would be ______.

A．Mother’s beauty	B．My father hates onion
C．Hard-working mother	D．Mother’s hands

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I sit at my kitchen table, while my daughter, Anna, sits next to my mother. On the wall hangs a photo of my father.

“When is Rick going to be here?” My mother asks, referring to my husband.

“I don’t know, Mom,” I answer patiently. “He’ll be here for dinner.”

I sigh and get up from the table. This is at least the tenth time she has asked that question.

While my mother and daughter play, I busy myself making a salad.

“Don't put in any onions,” Mom says. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”

“Yes, Mom,” I answer.

I scrub(洗擦) off a carrot and chop it into bite-size pieces.

“Don't put any onions in the salad,” she reminds me. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”

This time I can’t answer.

My mother had been beautiful. She still is. In fact, my mother is still everything she has

been, just a bit forgetful.

I cut off the end of the cucumber and rub it to take away the bitterness. Cut and rub. This

is a trick I have learned from my mother, along with a trillion other things: cooking, sewing,

dating, laughing, thinking. I learned how to grow up.

And I learned that when my mother was around, I never had to be afraid.

So why am I afraid now?

I study my mother's hands. Her nails are no longer a bright red, but painted a light pink.

Almost no color at all. And as I stare at them, I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my

youth. Hands that packed a thousand lunches and wiped a million tears off my cheeks.

Now my hands have grown into those of my mother's. Hands that have cooked uneaten

meals, held my own daughter's frightened fingers on the first day of school and dried tears

off her face.

I grow lighthearted. I can feel my mother kiss me goodnight, check to see if the window is

locked, then blow another kiss from the doorway. Then I am my mother, blowing that same

kiss to Anna.

Outside everything is still. Shadows fall among the trees, shaped like pieces of a puzzle.

Someday my daughter will be standing in my place, and I will rest where my mother now sits.

Will I remember then how it felt to be both mother and daughter? Will I ask the same

question too many times?

I walk over and sit down between my mother and her granddaughter.

“Where is Rick?” my mother asks, resting her hand on the table next to mine. And in that

instant I know she remembers. She may repeat herself a little too much. But she remembers.

“He’ll be here,” I answer with a smile.

1.What’s wrong with the writer’s mother?

A. She is very old. B. She suffers forgetfulness.

C. She is absent-minded. D. She is eager to see Rick.

2.What can we learn about the writer’s father according to the passage?

A. He might have passed away for years.

B. He goes out for a walk by himself.

C. He is out doing something with Rick.

D. He loves the writer’s mother deeply.

3.The underlined sentence “I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my youth” probably means that ______.

A. Mother’s hands witnessed my growth as a youth

B. Mother’s hands are similar to mine as a youth

C. I like to feel mother’s hands when she was young

D. I realize her hands were exactly like those in her youth

4.Which of the following words best describe the writer’s mood towards her mother?

A. Content. B. Disappointed. C. Loving. D. Considerate.

5.The best title for the passage would be ______.

A. Mother’s beauty B. My father hates onion

C. Hard-working mother D. Mother’s hands

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I sit at my kitchen table, while my daughter, Anna, sits next to my mother. On the wall hangs a photo of my father.
“When is Rick going to be here?” My mother asks, referring to my husband.
“I don’t know, Mom,” I answer patiently. “He’ll be here for dinner.”
I sigh and get up from the table. This is at least the tenth time she has asked that question.
While my mother and daughter play, I busy myself making a salad.
“Don't put in any onions,” Mom says. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”
“Yes, Mom,” I answer.
I scrub(洗擦) off a carrot and chop it into bite-size pieces.
“Don't put any onions in the salad,” she reminds me. “You know how Daddy hates onion.”
This time I can’t answer.
My mother had been beautiful. She still is. In fact, my mother is still everything she has
been, just a bit forgetful.
I cut off the end of the cucumber and rub it to take away the bitterness. Cut and rub. This is a trick I have learned from my mother, along with a trillion other things: cooking, sewing,
dating, laughing, thinking. I learned how to grow up.
And I learned that when my mother was around, I never had to be afraid. So why am I afraid now?
I study my mother's hands. Her nails are no longer a bright red, but painted a light pink.。Almost no color at all. And as I stare at them, I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my
youth. Hands that packed a thousand lunches and wiped a million tears off my cheeks.
Now my hands have grown into those of my mother's. Hands that have cooked uneaten
meals, held my own daughter's frightened fingers on the first day of school and dried tears
off her face.
I grow lighthearted. I can feel my mother kiss me goodnight, check to see if the window is
locked, then blow another kiss from the doorway. Then I am my mother, blowing that same
kiss to Anna.
Outside everything is still. Shadows fall among the trees, shaped like pieces of a puzzle.
Someday my daughter will be standing in my place, and I will rest where my mother now sits.
Will I remember then how it felt to be both mother and daughter? Will I ask the same
question too many times?
I walk over and sit down between my mother and her granddaughter.
“Where is Rick?” my mother asks, resting her hand on the table next to mine. And in that
instant I know she remembers. She may repeat herself a little too much. But she remembers.
“He’ll be here,” I answer with a smile.

1.
What’s wrong with the writer’s mother?
1. A.
  She is very old.
2. B.
  She suffers forgetfulness.
3. C.
  She is absent-minded.
4. D.
  She is eager to see Rick.
2.
What can we learn about the writer’s father according to the passage?
1. A.
  He might have passed away for years.
2. B.
  He goes out for a walk by himself.
3. C.
  He is out doing something with Rick.
4. D.
  He loves the writer’s mother deeply.
3.
The underlined sentence “I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my youth” probably means that ______.
1. A.
  Mother’s hands witnessed my growth as a youth
2. B.
  Mother’s hands are similar to mine as a youth
3. C.
  I like to feel mother’s hands when she was young
4. D.
  I realize her hands were exactly like those in her youth
4.
Which of the following words best describe the writer’s mood towards her mother?
1. A.
  Content.
2. B.
  Disappointed.
3. C.
  Loving.
4. D.
  Considerate.
5.
The best title for the passage would be ______.
1. A.
  Mother’s beauty
2. B.
  My father hates onion
3. C.
  Hard-working mother
4. D.
  Mother’s hands

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What’s wrong with the writer’s mother?

What can we learn about the writer’s father according to the passage?

The underlined sentence “I realize I am feeling them as they shaped my youth” probably means that ______.

Which of the following words best describe the writer’s mood towards her mother?

The best title for the passage would be ______.