2017届高考英语一轮复习滚动测试：3（牛津译林版含解析）_高考复习指南

2017届高考英语一轮复习滚动测试：3（牛津译林版含解析）

　　I would probably feel differently if my daughter Violet was some great prodigy.Maybe I’d be out there bragging with some moms if she was reading on an eighth grade level instead of struggling through “I’ll Teach My Dog a Lot of Words.”Like every other parent,I had dreams of Violet being some kind of combination of Gandhi and Mozart.But in schoolwork at least,Violet seems solidly normal,ahead of some in her class,behind when compared to others.

　　But why do I care?Normal is a good thing!Normal is great!Normal is what I prayed for.But that’s a lie.I prayed for better than normal.Maybe that’s why I feel terrible when a mom I know brags about her gifted kid.

　　As it is,what I’d like to brag about seems like a thing people never care about.My Violet is a really great little girl.She’s a little hothead,with a temper,but she also cares about other people’s feelings.When friends of hers are sick,she wants to make them little cards and pictures to help them feel well.A new little girl came into her classroom last week,and Violet noticed she was feeling lonely and scared,so she asked the new girl to play at break.

　　But no one brags about how nice their kid is.Too bad.That’s the kind of thing I’d like to hear.I don’t think I’d mind listening to lots of stories of kindness.“Oh yeah?Well,my kid took his plate to the sink without asking!”“Yeah?My kid lined up his shoes in rows in his closet and then sat on my lap and told me I was pretty!”Listening to those kinds of stories makes me feel cheery.They make me feel like the world is a good place,full of people who care for each other.Unlike those about kids who are trying to be the best.