全国2003年10月高等教育自学考试综合英语(二)试题

yourself. Your mother and I decided long ago that if we can make a difference in just one person's life after we die, our death will have meaning.” He went on to explain they had both decided to be organ donors.
       What my father said that day became one of the most important lessons in my life. Years passed. I married and had a family of my own. In 1980, my father became seriously ill and moved in with us. For the next six years, we spent many hours talking about life and death.
       He cheerfully told me that when he died, he wanted to donate whatever was in good condition in him, especially his eyes. “Sight is one of the greatest gifts a person can give,” he said, noting how wonderful it would be if a child could be helped to see again and draw horses the way my daughter Wendy did.
       She had been drawing horses all her life, winning award after award. “Just imagine how proud another parent would feel if her daughter could draw like Wendy,” Dad said. “Think how proud you would feel knowing that my eyes were making it possible.”
       I told Wendy what her Grandpa had said, and with tears in her eyes, she gave him a big hug. She was only 14 years old — the same age at which I was introduced to the donor program. What a difference!
       On April 11, 1986, my father died, and we donated his eyes as he had wished. There days later, Wendy said, “Mom, I'm so proud of you and Grandpa.”
      “That makes you proud?” I asked.
      “You bet! Have you ever thought what it would be like to be unable to see? When I die, I want my eyes donated just like Grandpa.”
       Instantly I realized that my father gave much more than his eyes. What he left behind sparkled in my daughter's eyes—pride.
       What I could never know there and then that only two weeks later I would once again be signing papers for the donor program.
       My lovely, talented Wendy was killed when a truck hit her and the horse she was riding along the roadside. As I signed the papers, her words echoed over and over: Have you ever thought what it would be like to be unable to see?
      Three weeks later, we received a letter from the Oregon Lions Eye Bank:

      Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rivers,
      We are happy to inform you that the corneal transplantation was successful, and now two people who were blind have regained their sight. They represent a living memorial to your daughter—a person who cared enough about life to share its beauties.

      If  somewhere across these states, a recipient discovers a new love for horses and sits down to sketch one, I think I know who the donor was. A blond-haired, blue-eyed girl will still be drawing.
51. What shocked 14-year-old Linda was that
A. her mother died so suddenly at such a young age.
B. both of her parents decided to be organ donors.
C. her mother's eyes would be used for other people.
D. the hospital sent a police officer to her house.
52. According to Linda's father,
A. a person's happiness relied mainly on his/her sight.
B. helping others made a person's death meaningful.
C. his granddaughter Wendy was the best drawer of horses.
D. nothing was more important than keeping family pride.
53. By “What a difference!” the writer means that her daughter Wendy
A. became mature at accepting the concept of organ donation.
B. handled the problem of generation gap in a sensible way.
C. was good at comforting a seriously sick old person.
D. had a very close relationship with her grandfather.
54. We can learn from the story that
A. Linda's father donated his eyes to a child.
B. a memorial was set up in honor of Wendy.
C. Wendy was killed when her horse ran into a car.
D. organ donation needs permission from a donor's family.
55. The title of the story “The Family Legacy” actually refers to
A. self-respect and pride.
B. calmness and bravery.
C. devotion to others.
D. close family relationship.转贴于：自学考试_博学在线

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Passage 2
Grief
        There is one kind of pain for which nobody has yet found a cure—the pain that comes from the ending of a relationship. The relationship could be a marriage, a love affair, or a deep friendship; in fact, any strong emotional tie between two people. Such a relationship may come to an abrupt end; or it may simply fade away slowly as people and circumstances change.
        Although there is no cure for grief, we cannot help looking for one, to ease the pain and to make us forget our tears. We seek refuge in other relationships, we keep ourselves busy with work, we try to immerse(淹没) ourselves in our hobbies. Perhaps we start to drink more than we should to “drown our sorrows,” or we follow the conventional advice and join a club or society. But these things only relieve the symptoms of the illness; they cannot cure it. Moreover, we are always in a hurry to get rid of our grief. It is as if we were ashamed of it. We feel that we should be able to “pull ourselves together.” We try to convince ourselves, as we bite on the pillow, that we are much too old to be crying. Some people bury their grief deep inside themselves, so that nobody will guess what hey