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位于阿根廷南部的莫雷诺冰川是世界上少数正在生长的冰川之一,它以每天30 厘米的速度直插入阿根廷湖中,形成冰舌,近十年来,冰川崩塌越来越频繁。下图为莫雷诺冰川示意图。据此回答下面小题。

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    I was ten when I first sat with my grandmother behind the cashier(收银台)in her general store.____ I quickly learned the importance of treating customers politely and saying “thank you.”

    At first I was paid in candy.____ I worked every day after school, and during the summer and on weekends and holidays from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. My father helped me set up a bank account.____ 

    By the time I was 12, my grandmother thought I had done such a good job that she promoted me to selling cosmetics(化妆品). I developed the ability to look customers directly in the eye. Even though I was just a kid, women would ask me such things as “ What color do you think I should wear?” I took a real interest in their questions and was able to translate what they wanted into makeup(化妆)ideas.____

    The job taught me a valuable lesson: to be a successful salesperson, you didn't need to be a Rocket scientist—you needed to be a great listener.____ Except they are no longer women purchasing cosmetics from me; instead, they are kids who tell me which toys they would like to see designed and developed.

A. Later I received 50 cents an hour.

B. Before long, she let me sit there by myself.

C. I ended up selling a record amount of cosmetics.

D. Today I still carry that lesson with me: I listen to customers.

E. My grandma's trust taught me how to handle responsibility.

F. Soon I found myself looking more beautiful than ever before.

G. Watching my money grow was more rewarding than anything I could have bought.

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甜甜的泥土

黄飞

    西北风呼啸着,残雪在马路上翻卷。虽已立春,天还是很冷。

    她,倚着学校门口的一棵杨树,一动不动,宛如一座雪雕。

    一阵电铃的急响。她黯然的眼神里,射出热切的光。

    一群唱着儿歌的孩子,跨出了校门,没有她的儿子;又一群说说笑笑的孩子,踏上了马路,也没有她的儿子……人影稀疏了,零落了,没有了……吱呀呀的大铁门,锁住了沉寂的校园。

    她一阵昏眩,几乎站立不住,跌跌撞撞地扑过去双手紧抓铁栏使劲地摇着。

    “干什么?”传达室的老头面带y)n色走了出来。

    “小亮!我的小亮!”像喘息,又似哭泣。

    “都放学了。”

    “知……道……”她目光呆滞地低声喃喃着,无力地垂下脑袋,慢慢松开手,从大襟棉袄口袋里,掏出一包裹得很紧的、还带着体温的糖:“大伯,麻烦……给孩子。”

    “叫什么?”

    “王小亮。”

    “几年级几班?”

    “今天,刚过第八个生日。”

    “我是问几年级几班?”老头显然有一点不耐烦了。

    “哦……大概……”她又惶然地摇摇头。

    老头奇怪地打量着这个神经质的女人:“你到底是什么人?”

    回答他的是夺眶而出的泪水和liàng qiàng而去的背影。老头在疑惑中叹了口气,似乎明白了什么。

    下午,这包糖终于传到二年级二班王小亮手中。孩子惊喜极了,这最喜欢吃的奶糖好久没尝过了。他那双小手在衣服上来回蹭着,微微思考了一下,笑眯眯地给每个小朋友发了一颗,给要好的伙伴发两颗,又恭恭敬敬地给老师五颗。“吃呀!”他快活地叫着、跳着,连那只张了嘴的破鞋都甩掉了。同学们在嘻嘻哈哈的笑声中和他一起分享着欢乐,只有老师悄悄背过身……

    放学了,小亮还沉浸在欢乐之中,蹦蹦跳跳地朝家中走去。蓦地,他站住了,摸摸口袋里还剩下的舍不得吃的糖,一股恐惧感袭上心头。他好像又看到:现在的妈妈扬起细眉在爸爸的耳边嘀咕什么,爸爸抓起一条柴棍,气势汹汹地向他走来。他愣怔着,不知如何办才好。他使劲拍拍口袋,不行,咋瞧都是鼓囊囊的。他低下小脑袋,吮着指头,想了许久,瞅瞅四周无人,迅速将糖埋入路边的雪堆中,还特地插上一根小棒棒。这一夜,小亮睡得特别香,特别甜。他梦见过去的妈妈笑着回来了,现在的妈妈垂着头走了,真高兴。

    第二天,小亮起得特别早。他照例先把全家的便盆倒掉、涮净、再淘米、添水、捅火、坐锅,然后才背上书包拿块冷馍悄悄溜出门。他要赶紧去挖他的糖。不想,一夜之间温度回升,冰雪融化了,糖浆和雪水混在一起,渗入大地。潮湿的地面上,歪躺着几张皱巴巴的糖纸和那根作为标志的小棒棒。

    小亮眨巴眨巴眼睛,忍不住滚下泪来。他伤心地蹲在地上,呆呆地凝视着。一会儿,又情不自禁地伸出冻裂的小手指,抠起一点泥土放在舌尖上——

    他,又笑了:那泥土,甜丝丝的。