2016年高三英语二轮复习 高考提分强化练 五.docVIP

高考提分强化练 五 限时50分钟 Ⅰ. 阅读理解 　　I met him first in 1936. I rushed into his ugly little shop to have the heels of my shoes repaired. I waited when he did it. He greeted me with a cheerful smile. “You’re new in this neighborhood, aren’t you? ” I said I was. I had moved into the house at the end of the street only a week before. “This is a fine neighborhood, ”he said. “You’ll be happy here. ”He looked at the shoes sadly. They were worn through because I had failed to have the repair done a month before. I grew impatient, for I was rushing to meet a friend. “Please hurry, ”I begged. 　　He looked at me over his spectacles. “Now, lady, we won’t be long. I want to do a good job. You see, I have a tradition to live up to. ” A tradition? In this ugly little shop that was no different from so many other shoe repair shops on the side streets of New York? He must have felt my surprise, for he smiled as he went on. “Yes, lady, I inherited a tradition. My father and my grandfather were shoemakers in Italy, and they were the best. My father always told me, ‘Son, do the best job on every shoe that comes into the shop, and be proud of your fine work. Do that always, and you’ll have both happiness and money enough to live on. ’” As he handed me the finished shoes, he said, “these will last a long time. I’ve used good leather. ” I left in a hurry. But I had a warm and grateful feeling. On my way home I passed the little shop again. There he was, still working. He saw me, and to my surprise he waved and smiled. This was the beginning of our friendship. It was a friendship that came to mean more and more to me as time passed. Every day I passed his shop, we waved to each other in friendly greeting. At first I went in only when I had repair work to be done. Then I found myself going in every few days just to talk with him. He was the happiest man I’ve ever known. Often, as he stood in his shop window, working at a pair of shoes, he sang in a high, clear Italian voice. The Italians in our