My day began on a definitely sour note when I saw my six-year-old wrestling with a limb of my azalea（杜鵑花）bush.By the time I got outside，he'd broken it. "Can I take this to school today？" he asked.With a wave of my hand，I sent him off.I turned my back so he wouldn't see the tears gathering in my eyes.
   The washing machine had leaked on my brand-new linoleum.If only my husband had just taken the time to fix it the night before when I asked him instead of playing checkers with Jonathan.
   It was days like this that made me want to quit.I just wanted to drive up to the mountains，hide in a cave，and never come out.
   Somehow I spent most of the day washing and drying clothes and thinking how love had disappeared from my life.As I finished hanging up the last of my husband's shirts，I looked at the clock.2：30.I was late.Jonathan's class let out at 2：15 and I hurriedly drove to the school.
   I was out of breath by the time I knocked on the teacher's door and peered through the glass.She rustled through the door and took me aside. "I want to talk to you about Jonathan， " she said.
   I prepared myself for the worst.Nothing would have surprised me. "Did you know Jonathan brought flowers to school today？" she asked.I nodded，thinking about my favorite bush and trying to hide the hurt in my eyes. "Let me tell you about yesterday， " the teacher insisted. "See that little girl？" I watched the bright-eyed child laugh and point to a colorful picture taped to the wall.I nodded.
   "Well，yesterday she was almost hysterical.Her mother and father are going through a nasty divorce.She told me she didn't want to live，she wished she could die.I watched that little girl bury her face in her hands and say loud enough for the class to hear， 'Nobody loves me. ' I did all I could to comfort her，but it only seemed to make matters worse. " "I thought you wanted to talk to me about Jonathan， " I said. "I do，" she said，touching the sleeve of my blouse. "Today your son walked straight over to that child.I watched him hand her some pretty pink flowers and whisper，'I love you. '"
   I felt my heart swell with pride for what my son had done.I smiled at the teacher. "Thank you，" I said，reaching for Jonathan's hand， "you've made my day. "
   Later that evening，I began pulling weeds from around my azalea bush.As my mind wandered back to the love Jonathan showed the little girl，a biblical verse came to me："…these three remain：faith，hope and love.But the greatest of these is love. " While my son had put love into practice，I had only felt anger.
   I heard the familiar squeak of my husband's brakes as he pulled into the drive.I snapped a small limb bristling with hot pink azaleas off the bush.I felt the seed of love that God planted in my family beginning to bloom once again in me.My husband's eyes widened in surprise as I handed him the flowers. "I love you，" I said.

（1）Why did the woman cry when seeing her son had broken the azalea bush？

B

B

A．Because she could not tolerate the harm to it.
B．Because it made her bad mood even worse.
C．Because her son did not ask her for permission.
D．Because she wanted to hand it to her husband.
（2）The writer wanted to hide in the mountain cave probably for the reason of

C

C

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A．feeling fed up with her endless daily housework
B．her husband's failing to fix the machine in time
C．boring daily routine with a feeling of lack of love
D．her hoping to seek happiness in a brand new place
（3）We can infer from the passage that the writer expressed love to her husband in that

A

A

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A．she was inspired by her son that love was supposed to be felt and practiced
B．she felt guilty that she misunderstood her husband and wanted to apologize
C．she felt it necessary to have a complete family for the happiness of herself
D．she wanted to prove her love and expected the same words from her husband
（4）What did the teacher intend to express when telling the story of the little girl？

D

D

A．the girl was from a poor family.
B．the troublesome work at school.
C．the love between the girl and the author's son.
D．the author should be proud of her son.