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We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why.
"Look down, Elsa," Father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the crisscross (十字形) of twisting, turning streets leading to the square. "See, my dear," Father said gently. "There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can't get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another."
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.
When I turned to Father for help, he would not help. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.
At school the next day, I secretly poured my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our cook to serve it to Mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, "The cook must have gone mad! "Quickly I told what I had done, and Mother said firmly that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!
In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson Father taught me. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn't stop working until I tried every possible means to my goal, Father's wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.
【小題1】
What did the author want her mother to do earlier that day? _______           

A．the cook agreed to serve the soup to Father

B．the matter of lunch hasn’t been settled

C．her father persuaded her mother successfully

D．the method the author thought of was effective

We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why.
“Look down, Elsa,” father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the crisscross (十字形) of twisting, turning streets leading to the square. “See, my dear,” father said gently. “There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can’t get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another.”
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.
When I turned to father for help, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.
At school the next day, I secretly poured my luncheon（午餐）soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our cook to serve it to mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered（噴濺出）“ The cook must have gone mad！” Quickly I told her what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!
In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson father taught me. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn’t stop working until I tried every possible means to my goal. Father’s wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.
【小題1】The author’s father took her to the top of a church tower to ____________.

We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why.

“Look down, Elsa,” father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the crisscross (十字形) of twisting, turning streets leading to the square. “See, my dear,” father said gently. “There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can’t get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another.”

Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.

When I turned to father for help, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.

At school the next day, I secretly poured my luncheon（午餐）soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our cook to serve it to mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered（噴濺出）“ The cook must have gone mad！” Quickly I told her what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!

In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson father taught me. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn’t stop working until I tried every possible means to my goal. Father’s wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.

1.The author’s father took her to the top of a church tower to ____________.

2.What did the author want her mother to do earlier that day?.

3.The underlined sentence in the fifth paragraph suggests that__________________.

4.What did the author’s mother think of her luncheon soup after she tasted it?

5.By sharing her own experiences, the author tries to tell us ____________.

We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why.

"Look down, Elsa," Father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the crisscross (十字形) of twisting, turning streets leading to the square. "See, my dear," Father said gently. "There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can't get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another."

Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.

When I turned to Father for help, he would not help. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.

At school the next day, I secretly poured my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our cook to serve it to Mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, "The cook must have gone mad! "Quickly I told what I had done, and Mother said firmly that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!

In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson Father taught me. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn't stop working until I tried every possible means to my goal, Father's wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.

1.

What did the author want her mother to do earlier that day? _______           

     A. Do something delicious for lunch.       

     B. Ask the father to taste her awful lunch.

     C. Dismiss the mad cook.                  

D. Speak to the school about lunch.

2.

 The underlined sentence in the fifth paragraph means ______ . 

     A. the cook agreed to serve the soup to Father

     B. the matter of lunch hasn’t been settled

     C. her father persuaded her mother successfully

     D. the method the author thought of was effective

3.

By sharing her own experiences, the author tries to tell us________.   

     A. when one road is blocked, try another 

B. how bad the lunch of her school is

     C. how wise her father is                 

D. about the church rower' near her home

We were standing at the top of a church tower.  My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome.  I wondered why.

“Look down, Elsa,” Father said.  I gathered all my courage and looked down.  I saw the square in the center of the village.  And I saw the crisscross（十字形）of twisting, turning streets leading to the square.  “See, my dear,” Father said gently.  “There is more than one way to the square.  Life is like that.  If you can’t get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another. ”

Now I understood why I was there.  Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school.  But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.

When I turned to Father for help, he would not interfere（干涉）.  Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson.  By the time we reached home, I had a plan.

At school the next day, I secretly poured my luncheon soup into a bottle and brought it home.  Then I asked our cook to serve it to Mother at dinner.  The plan worked perfectly.  She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, “ The cook must have gone mad！” Quickly I told what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!

In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson Father taught me.  I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago.  I wouldn’t stop working until I tried every possible means to my goal.  Father’s wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.

41.  The author’s father took her to the top of a church tower to _____.

A.  enjoy the beautiful scenery of the whole town

B.  find out how many ways lead to the square

C.  inspire her to find out another way to solve her problem

D.  help her forget some unpleasant things earlier that day

42.  What did the author want her mother to do earlier that day?

A.  Do something delicious for lunch.                    B.  Taste her awful lunch.

C.  Dismiss the mad cook. 　　　　　　　　　   D.  Speak to the school about lunch.

43.  The underlined sentence in the fifth paragraph means _____.

A.  the cook agreed to serve the soup to Mother

B.  the matter of lunch was successfully settled

C.  her father persuaded her mother successfully

D.  the method the author thought of was effective

44.  What did the author’s mother think of her luncheon soup after she tasted it?

A.  It was delicious.                                 B.  It wasn’t so bad as the author said.

C.  It couldn’t be worse.                        D.  It was as good as her cook did .

45.  By sharing her own experiences, the author tries to tell us ____.

A.  when one road is blocked, try another       B.  how bad the lunch of her school is

C.  how wise her father is                             D.  about the church tower near her home