衢州二中2013届高考外语(英语)阅读训练(1-2).doc

衢州二中2013届高考外语(英语)阅读理解仿真训练(1) 【建议用时：45分钟】 A A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this charming newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.  As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special position. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger, he was our storyteller. He would keep us continually spellbound for hours with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didnt seem to mind.  Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)  Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home, not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.  My Dad didnt permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant（公然的，露骨的）, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.  I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, h