完形填空教学设计真题回放Born in America, I spoke English, not Chinese, the language of my ancestors. When I was three, my parents flashed cards with Chinese 1 at my face, but I pushed them 2 . My mom believed I would learn 3 I was ready. But the 4 never came.On a Chinese New Year’s Eve, my uncle spoke to me in Chinese, but all I could do was 5 at him, confused, scratching my head. “Still can’t speak Chinese?” He 6 me, “You can’t even buy a fish in Chinatown.” “Hey, this is America, not Chinese. I’ll get some 7 with or without Chinese.” I replied and turned to my mom for 8 .“Remember to ask for fresh fish, Xin Xian Yu,” she said, handing over a $ 20 bill. I 9 the words running downstairs into the streets of Chinatown.I found the fish 10 surrounded in a sea of customers. “I’d like to buy some fresh fish,” I shouted to the fishman. But he 11 my English words and turned to serve the next customer. The laugh of the people behind increased 12 their impatience. With every 13 , the breath of the dragons (龙)on my back grew stronger—my blood boiling— 14 me to cry out . “Xian Sheng Yu, please. ” “Very Xian Sheng,” I repeated. The crowd erupted into laughter. My face turned 15 and I ran back home 16 , except for the $20 bill I held tightly in my pocket.Should I laugh or cry? They‘re Chinese. I’m Chinese. I should feel right at 17 . Instead , I was the joke , a disgrace (丢脸)to the language.Sometimes, I laugh at my fish 18 , but, in the end, the joke is on 19 . Every laugh is a culture 20 ; every laugh is my heritage (传统)fading away.1. A. custom B. games C. characters D. language 2. A. ahead B. around C. along D. aside 3. A. when B. ...
