2016英语四级段落匹配真题
属金的行业自2013年12月份开始,大学英语四六级考试采用了新题型,其中改革的一大题型便是快速阅读,改为长篇阅读理解,也可称之为 段落信息匹配题 。下面是店铺带来的2016英语四级段落匹配真题，欢迎阅读!
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Growing Up Colored
[A] You wouldn't know Piedmont anymore—my Piedmont, I mean—the town in West Virginiawhere I learned to be a colored boy.
[B]The 1950s in Piedmont was a time to remember, or at least to me. People were always proudto be from Piedmont—lying at the foot of a mountain, on the banks of the mighty Potomac. Weknew God gave America no more beautiful location. I never knew colored people anywhere whowere crazier about mountains and water, flowers and trees, fishing and hunting. For as long asanyone could remember, we could outhunt, outshoot, and outsw五花茶配方
im the white boys in the valley.
[C]The social structure of Piedmont was something we knew like the back of our hands. It wasan immigrant town; white Piedmont was Italian and Irish, with a handful of wealthy WASPs (盎格鲁撒克逊裔的白人新教徒) on East Hampshire Street, and "ethnic" neighborhoods of working-classpeople everywhere el, colored and white.
[D]For as long as anyone can remember, Piedmont's character has been completely bound upwith the Westvaco paper mill: its prosperous past and doubtful future. At first glance, thetown is a typical dying mill center. Many once beautiful buildings stand empty, evidencing abygone time of spirit and pride. The big hous on East Hampshire Street are no longerproud, as they were when I was a kid.
[E]Like the Italians and the Irish, most of the colored people migrated to Piedmont at the turnof the 20th century to work at the paper mill, which opened in 1888. All the colored men at thepaper mill worked on "the platform"—loading paper into trucks until the craft unions werefinally integrated in 1968. Loading is what Daddy did every working day of his
life. That's whatalmost every colored grown-up I knew did.
[F]Colored people lived in three neighborhoods that were clearly parated. Welcome to theColored Zone, a large stretched banner could have said. And it felt good in there, like walkingaround your hou in bare feet and underwear, or snoring(打鼾) right out loud on the couch infront of the TV—enveloped by the comforts of home, the warmth of tho you love.
[G]Of cour, the colored world was not so much a neighborhood as a condition of existence.And though our own world was emingly lf-contained, it impacted on the white world ofPiedmont in almost every direction. Certainly, the borders of our world emed to be impactedon when some white man or woman showed up where he or she did not belong, such as at theblack Legion Hall. Our space was violated when one of them showed up at a dance or a party.The rhythms would be off. The music would sound not quite right: attempts to pat the beat offjust so. Everybody would leave early.
[H]Before 1955, most white people were just shadowy prences in our world, vague figu
北京植树res ofpower like remote boss at the mill or clerks at the bank. There were exceptions, of cour,the white people who would come into our world in routine, everyday ways we all understood.Mr. Mail Man, Mr. Insurance Man, Mr. White-and-Chocolate Milk Man, Mr. Landlord Man, Mr. PoliceMan: we called white people by their trade, like characters in a mystery play. Mr. Insurance Manwould come by every other week to collect payments on college or death policies, sometimes50 cents or less.
[I]"It's no disgrace to be colored," the black entertainer Bert Williams famously obrved earlyin the century, "but it is awfully inconvenient." For most of my childhood, we couldn't cat inrestaurants or sleep in hotels, we couldn't u certain bathrooms or try on clothes in stores.Mama insisted that we dress up when we went to shop. She was carefully dresd when shewent to clothing stores, and wore white pads called shields under her arms so her dress orblou would show no sweat. "We'd like to try this on," she'd say carefully, uttering her wordsprecily and properly. "We don't buy clothes we can't try on," she'd say when they declined,and we'd walk out in Mama's dignified (有尊严的) manner. She preferred to shop where we hadan account and where everyone knew who she was.肉炒西葫芦
[J]At the Cut-Rate Drug Store, no one colored was allowed to sit down at the counter ortables, with one exception: my father. I don't know for certain why Carl Dadisman, the owner,wouldn't stop Daddy from sitting down. But I believe it was in part becau Daddy was so light-colored, and in part becau, during his shift at the phone company, he picked up orders forfood and coffee for the operators. Colored people were suppod to stand at the counter, gettheir food to go, and leave. Even when Young Doc Bess would t up the basketball team withfree Cokes after one of many victories, the colored players had to stand around and drink outof paper cups while the white players and cheerleaders sat down in comfortable chairs anddrank out of glass.
[K]I couldn't have been much older than five or six as I sat with my father at the Cut-Rate oneafternoon, enjoying ice cream. Mr. Wilson, a stony-faced Irishman, walked by. "Hello, Mr.Wilson," my father said.
