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第一篇：
Schools and parents in Shenzhen City have been asked to take better care of children’s eyesight as 45 percent of them, were found to be shortsighted. Too much reading, poor lighting and too much TV are blamed. Of the city’s high school graduates. who applied to attend college this summer, two—thirds had to have their choices limited because of poor eyesight, Shenzhen Special Zone (特区) Daily said.
1. This piece of news was reported by .
A. People’s Daily B. Shenzhen Special Zone Daily
C. school in Shenzhen City D. parents in Shenzhen City
2. The purpose of this passage is to .
A. criticize children who are shortsighted
B. blame parents and schools for children’s being shortsighted
C. ask the high school graduates to pay attention to their eyesight
D. draw people’s special attention to eye hygiene(卫生)
3. Only of the children in Shenzhen City have good eyesight.
A. 45 percent B. less than half C. 55 percent D. two—thirds
4. Generally speaking, high school students have eyesight than primary school students.
A. poorer B. still better C. poor D. brighter
5. Because of being shortsighted many school graduates .
A. weren’t allowed to enter college B. couldn’t graduate from high school
C. couldn’t choose to study what they liked best D. lost their limited time
6. In order to protect their eyes, children shouldn’t .
A. read books B.wear glasses C. make their eyes too tired D. see things far away
第二篇：
SINGAPORE-Another Thai worker died in his sleep last Friday, the second such death in the past three days and the 10th since the beginning of the year. Thongehai Sombattra, 22, is said to be the youngest to have died mysteriously this year. A total of 10 young Thai construction workers in their late 20s and 30s who appeared well and healthy when they went to bed have died since the beginning of this year. They were either found dead in the morning or had died suddenly in the middle on the night after some difficulty in breathing.
From China Daily, March 19,1990
1. According to the passage ______.
A. Ten people died mysteriously during the last three days
B. Two people died mysteriously during the last three days
C. Two people have died mysteriously since the beginning of the year
D. Ten people died mysteriously before last Friday
2. During the past three days, Thongchai Sombattra died last Friday, the other passed away ______.
A. last Monday B. last Thursday C. last Thursday D. last Sunday
3. Thongchai Sombattra, who died mysteriously, _______.
A. was aged 22 B. was in his mid twenties
C. was not more than 20 years old D. was nearly 30 years old
4. Besides Thongchai Sombattra, the others could be _______.
A. from 25 years old to 38 years old B. from 20 years old to 39 years old
C. from 21 years old to 39 years old D. from 29 years old to 38 years old
5. ______ caused the ten Thai construction workers’ death.
A. An unexpected accident B. High blood pressure
C. Heart trouble D. Something that was unknown
>>>>>>参考答案<<<<<<
第一篇：1B 2 D 3 C 4 A 5 C 6 C
第二篇：1B 2 C 3 A 4 D 5 D
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There was a king who had twelve beautiful daughters. They slept in twelve beds all in one room and when they went to bed, the doors were shut and locked up. However, every morning their shoes were found to be quite worn through as if they had been danced in all night. Nobody could find out how it happened, or where the princesses had been.
So the king made it known to all the land that if any person could discover the secret and find out where it was that the princesses danced in the night, he would have the one he liked best to take as his wife, and would be king after his death. But whoever tried and did not succeed, after three days and nights, they would be put to death.
A king’s son soon came. He was well entertained, and in the evening was taken to the chamber next to the one where the princesses lay in their twelve beds. There he was to sit and watch where they went to dance; and, in order that nothing could happen without him hearing it, the door of his chamber was left open. But the king’s son soon fell asleep; and when he awoke in the morning he found that the princesses had all been dancing, for the soles of their shoes were full of holes.
The same thing happened the second and third night and so the king ordered his head to be cut off.
After him came several others; but they all had the same luck, and all lost their lives in the same way.
Now it happened that an old soldier, who had been wounded in battle and could fight no longer, passed through the country where this king reigned, and as he was travelling through a wood, he met an old woman, who asked him where he was going.
’I hardly know where I am going, or what I had better do,’ said the soldier; ’but I think I would like to find out where it is that the princesses dance, and then in time I might be a king.’
’Well,’ said the old woman, ’that is not a very hard task: only take care not to drink any of the wine which one of the princesses will bring to you in the evening; and as soon as she leaves you pretend to be fast asleep.’
Then she gave him a cloak, and said, ’As soon as you put that on you will become invisible, and you will then be able to follow the princesses wherever they go.’ When the soldier heard all this good advice, he was determined to try his luck, so he went to the king, and said he was willing to undertake the task.
He was as well received as the others had been, and the king ordered fine royal robes to be given him; and when the evening came he was led to the outer chamber.
Just as he was going to lie down, the eldest of the princesses brought him a cup of wine; but the soldier threw it all away secretly, taking care not to drink a drop. Then he laid himself down on his bed, and in a little while began to snore very loudly as if he was fast asleep.
When the twelve princesses heard this they laughed heartily; and the eldest said, ’This fellow too might have done a wiser thing than lose his life in this way!’ Then they rose and opened their drawers and boxes, and took out all their fine clothes, and dressed themselves at the mirror, and skipped about as if they were eager to begin dancing.
英语阅读：FiveBallsOfLife
This was written by the CEO of Coca-Cola Brian G. Dyson.It was used as Georgia Tech"s Commencement Address:
Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them work, family, health, friends and spirit and you’re keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back.But the other four balls family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life. How?
Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.
Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as they would be your life, for without them, life is meaningless.
Don’t let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.
Don’t give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us to each together.
Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Don’t run through life so fast that you forget not only where you’ve been, but also where you are going.
Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.
Don’t be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.
Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery and Today is a gift: that’s why we call it ‘The Present’.
英语阅读：ALetterintheWallet
It was a freezing day, a few years ago, when I stumbled upon a wallet in the street. There was no identification inside. Just three dollars, and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years.
The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1944 — almost 60 years ago. I read it carefully, hoping to find some clue to the identity of the wallet"s owner.
It was a "Dear John" letter. The writer, in a delicate script, told the recipient, whose name was Michael, that her mother forbade her to see him again. Nevertheless, she would always love him. It was signed Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter. But there was no way, beyond the name Michael, to identify the owner. Perhaps if I called information the operator could find the phone number for the address shown on the envelope.
"Operator, this is an unusual request. I"m trying to find the owner of a wallet I found. Is there any way you could tell me the phone number for an address that was on a letter in the wallet?"
The operator gave me her supervisor, who said there was a phone listed at the address, but that she could not give me the number. However, she would call and explain the situation. Then, if the party wanted to talk, she would connect me. I waited a minute and she came back on the line. "I have a woman who will speak with you."
I asked the woman if she knew a Hannah.
"Oh, of course! We bought this house from Hannah"s family thirty years ago."
"Would you know where they could be located now?" I asked.
"Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home years ago. Maybe the home could help you track down the daughter."
The woman gave me the name of the nursing home. I called and found out that Hannah"s mother had died. The woman I spoke with gave me an address where she thought Hannah could be reached.
I phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. She gave me the number. I called and was told, "Yes, Hannah is with us."
I asked if I could stop by to see her. It was almost 10 p.m. The director said Hannah might be asleep. "But if you want to take a chance, maybe she"s in the day room watching television."
The director and a guard greeted me at the door of the nursing home. We went up to the third floor and saw the nurse, who told us that Hannah was indeed watching TV.
We entered the day room. Hannah was a sweet, silver-haired old-timer with a warm smile and friendly eyes. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw it, she took a deep breath. "Young man," she said, "this letter was the last contact I had with Michael." She looked away for a moment, then said pensively, "I loved him very much. But I was only sixteen and my mother felt I was too young. He was so handsome. You know, like Sean Connery, the actor."
英语阅读：INeverWriteRight
When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write and illustrate my own books. Half the students sneered, the rest nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be silly, only geniuses can become writers,” the English teacher said smugly, “And you are getting a D this semester.” I was so humiliated I burst into tears.
That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the Capri’s Weekly newspaper. To my astonishment, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed. “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted success. I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was fine with me.
During the next two years I sold dozens of poems, letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I graduated from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks filled with my published work. I never mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and if people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their dreams.
I had four children at the time, and the oldest was only four. While the children napped, I typed on my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months, just like a baby. I chose a publisher at random and put the manuscript in an empty Pampers diapers package, the only box I could find. I’d never heard of manuscript boxes. The letter I enclosed read, “I wrote this book myself, I hope you like it. I also do the illustrations. Chapter six and twelve are my favourites. Thank you.” I tied a string around the diaper box and mailed it without a self addressed stamped envelope and without making a copy of the manuscript.
A month later I received a contract, an advance on royalties, and a request to start working on another book. Crying Wind, the title of my book, became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and Braille and sold worldwide. I appeared on TV talk shows during the day and changed diapers at night. I traveled from New York to California and Canada on promotional tours. My first book also became required reading in native American schools in Canada.
The worst year I ever had as a writer I earned two dollars. I was fifteen, remember? In my best year I earned 36,000 dollars. Most years I earned between five thousand and ten thousand. No, it isn’t enough to live on, but it’s still more than I’d make working part time and it’s five thousand to ten thousand more than I’d make if I didn’t write at all. People ask what college I attended, what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius. I’m not gifted and I don’t write right. I’m lazy, undisciplined, and spend more time with my children and friends than I do writing. I didn’t own a thesaurus until four years ago and I use a small Webster’s dictionary that I’d bought at K-Mart for 89 cents. I use an electric typewriter that I paid a hundred and twenty nine dollars for six years ago. I’ve never used a word processor. I do all the cooking, cleaning and laundry for a family of six and fit my writing in a few minutes here and there. I write everything in longhand on yellow tablets while sitting on the sofa with my four kids eating pizza and watching TV. When the book is finished, I type it and mail it to the publisher. I’ve written eight books. Four have been published and three are still out with the publishers. One stinks. To all those who dream of writing, I’m shouting at you: “Yes, you can. Yes, you can. Don’t listen to them.” I don’t write right but I’ve beaten the odds. Writing is easy, it’s fun and anyone can do it. Of course, a little dumb luck doesn’t hurt。
英语阅读：ThePowerfulGiftofLove
The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he"d told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.
It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark.
Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.
Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.
At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark"s need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn"t working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry - how would she react?
Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I"m blind!", she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you"re abandoning me."
Mark"s heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He
promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it.
And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.
Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.
On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure do envy you."
英语阅读：TheFishermanandHisWife
There was once on a time a Fisherman who lived with his wife in a miserable hovel close by the sea, and every day he went out fishing. And once as he was sitting with his rod, looking at the clear water, his line suddenly went down, far down below, and when he drew it up again he brought out a large Flounder. Then the Flounder said to him, "Hark, you Fisherman, I pray you, let me live, I am no Flounder really, but an enchanted prince. What good will it do you to kill me? I should not be good to eat, put me in the water again, and let me go." "Come," said the Fisherman, "there is no need for so many words about it -- a fish that can talk I should certainly let go, anyhow," with that he put him back again into the clear water, and the Flounder went to the bottom, leaving a long streak of blood behind him. Then the Fisherman got up and went home to his wife in the hovel.
"Husband," said the woman, "have you caught nothing to-day?" "No," said the man, "I did catch a Flounder, who said he was an enchanted prince, so I let him go again." "Did you not wish for anything first?" said the woman. "No," said the man; "what should I wish for?" "Ah," said the woman, "it is surely hard to have to live always in this dirty hovel; you might have wished for a small cottage for us. Go back and call him. Tell him we want to have a small cottage, he will certainly give us that." "Ah," said the man, "why should I go there again?" "Why," said the woman, "you did catch him, and you let him go again; he is sure to do it. Go at once." The man still did not quite like to go, but did not like to oppose his wife, and went to the sea.
When he got there the sea was all green and yellow, and no longer so smooth; so he stood still and said,"Flounder, flounder in the sea,Come, I pray thee, here to me;For my wife, good Ilsabil,Wills not as I"d have her will."
Then the Flounder came swimming to him and said, "Well what does she want, then?" "Ah," said the man, "I did catch you, and my wife says I really ought to have wished for something. She does not like to live in a wretched hovel any longer. She would like to have a cottage." "Go, then," said the Flounder, "she has it already."
When the man went home, his wife was no longer in the hovel, but instead of it there stood a small cottage, and she was sitting on a bench before the door. Then she took him by the hand and said to him, "Just come inside, look, now isn"t this a great deal better?" So they went in, and there was a small porch, and a pretty little parlor and bedroom, and a kitchen and pantry, with the best of furniture, and fitted up with the most beautiful things made of tin and brass, whatsoever was wanted. And behind the cottage there was a small yard, with hens and ducks, and a little garden with flowers and fruit. "Look," said the wife, "is not that nice!" "Yes," said the husband, "and so we must always think it, -- now we will live quite contented." "We will think about that," said the wife. With that they ate something and went to bed.
适合小学三年级学生阅读的课外材料是有很多的，其中很重要的一类就是阅读一些英语小故事了。下文是百分网小编为大家准备了适合小学三年级学生阅读的几则简单英语小故事，希望能对大家有所帮助!
适合三年级阅读的英文小故事：It’s My Birthday Today
Mr White was a soldier when he was young .He was brave and killed a lot of enemies and he was also hurt in the fights .He lost his right eye ,his nose and a leg .But he was givern much money for it and he nealy had all the things he wanted .Only one thing troubled him :no girl would marry such a man like him though he was rich .
And when he was fifty ,a friend of his brought a young woman to him .She wasn’t beautiful enough but strong .Her father died in an accident and she couldn’t live any longer because she could neither read nor write and nobody liked a woman like her .Mr White was happy and married her .And two years later she had a son Mike .Her husband liked the boy very much and did his best to satisfy him .The boy did nothing at home and he hated everything but playing .Of course he learned nothing at school .
Mr White died when Mike was fifteen .He left some money and the nice house to his son .The young man spent all the money on beautiful clothes and nice food in two years and then had nothing .He began to beg in the street .
One day he was given some food and wasn’t hungry .And he began to go to an old ,broken house in which he lived .A kind-hearted woman stopped him and asked ,“We have some leftovers here .Do you want some ?”
“I’am sorry ,madam ,”said Mike .“Now I wanted only some cake .”
“Oh ?Why ?”
“Because it’s my birthday today !”
“Goodness me!The moon is really in the water!”
三年级学生阅读的英文小故事：We Can’t Pay for Them
John is thirteen now .He began to study in a middle school two years ago .His family is in a small village and it’s nearly five kilometers from the school .He has to get up early in the morning .After a quick breakfast he has to run to school to get there on time .His father hopes to borrow some money to buy a bike for him ,but he know his mother is always ill and his father spends much money on her medicine .He doesn’t agree with him and keeps running there every day .Now he’s very strong and never late for class and his teachers often praise him .
Last week there was a sports meeting in their school .John ran faster than any other boy and won the boy’s 800 metres ,1,500metres and 3000 metres .He got there gold medals and the whole school knew him .His classmates and teachers offered congratulations to the boy and he was happy .He told his grandma about the good news as soon as he got home .
“I broke two school records today ,Granny ,”called out the boy .
To his surprise ,the old woman wasn’t happy .She thought for a while and said ,”I am sorry to hear that .We have no money to pay for them ,you know !”
“Goodness me!The moon is really in the water!”
三年级孩子阅读的英文小故事：七只老鼠的南瓜车
Early autumn in the pumpkin garden, there came seven wide mice escaping from a big and terrifying cat. They rushed into green vines and leaves aplenty with big and round pumpkins.
南瓜园的初秋，跑进了七只野老鼠，他们正在逃避一只可怕的大猫。他们冲进了层层叠叠的绿色南瓜藤和南瓜叶，上面正结满了又大又圆的南瓜。
The prideful cat hunted around like a chicken with its head cut off in vain and finally left in dismay.
高傲的猫就像无头苍蝇一样四处寻找但一无所获，最后只好灰溜溜地走了。
“Hooray, we are safe now!”
“万岁，我们现在安全了!”
When they came out, they were deeply attracted. The giant pumpkin leaves were as huge as the lotus leaves while the pumpkins were orange through a summer’s sunlight.
当他们出来时，被眼前的情景给深深地吸引了。大南瓜叶像荷叶一般大，而南瓜经过一个夏天的日照已呈金黄色。
The smallest mouse’s nose jutted out and got very close to a pumpkin. He smelled with a smile:
最小的一只老鼠伸出了鼻子，非常近地靠近一只南瓜，他闻了一下便笑了：
“Great, it’s sweat! It must be the biggest pumpkin I’ve ever seen. I am hungry now. I guess it must be better in my belly!”
“太棒了，好甜呀!这肯定是我见过的最大的南瓜了!我饿了，我猜它呆在我肚子里会比较好!”
Other six mice were hungry to
“Running costs energy!”
另外六只老鼠也饿了：
“逃跑消耗能量!”
They rushed to the pumpkin and bit holes with their shape teeth. They ate, ate and ate not only the delicious meat but also the seed. Finally they stopped eating and felt good for their full and round bellies.
他们冲到那只南瓜前，用锋利的牙齿咬开洞洞。他们吃啊，吃啊，吃啊，不仅品尝了美味的南瓜肉还有可口的南瓜籽。最后，他们的肚子变得滚圆滚圆才心满意足地作罢!
Then they burped and climbed out of the pumpkin. When they saw their great work, they all laughed:
他们打着饱嗝从南瓜里爬出来，当看见自己伟大的作品时全都笑了：
“Aha, look, the pumpkin has holes here and there!”
“啊哈，看呀，这南瓜已经千疮百孔了!”
The smallest mouse suddenly had a good idea and shouted:
“Why not roll it as a pumpkin cart. It must be very interesting!”
最小的老鼠突然有了一个好主意便叫道：
“为什么不把它滚起来就像南瓜车一样，这肯定非常有趣!”
Other six mice all agreed:
“Just do it!”
另外的六只老鼠附和道：
“想做就做!”
Then they all entered the pumpkin shell and pushed it ahead forcefully:
“Goodness me!The moon is really in the water!”