This old story is about an old man and a clever monkey. Aesop, a Greek writer first told the story many years ago. This monkey belonged to the old man. The old man likes the garden very much. When birds came to the garden the monkey chased them away. He also helped the old man in many other ways. The old man often fell asleep during the day in his chair. Then the monkey sat at the old man’s side and chased the flies away from the old man’s face.One hot afternoon in the summer, the old man was asleep in his chair. A fly came and sat on the end of the old man’s face. The monkey chased it away. Soon the fly came back and sat on the old man’s face again. The monkey chased it away. This continued about four or five times. The monkey at last became very angry. He jumped up, ran to the garden, and picked up a large stone. The next time when the fly sat on the old man’s face, the monkey hit it hard with the stone. He killed the fly. But unfortunately he broke the old man’s face. From this story we can learn: sometimes things done out of()will may be
A. harmful; good
B. good; good
C. harmful; harmful
D. good; harmful
Almost everyone has experienced the joy of sports. Nevertheless, thoughtful observers will continue to reflect on the pros and cons of the modern drive to rationalize sports in a quest for the ultimate possible athletic performance.
A. debate
B. stipulate
C. signify
D. ponder
When did sport begin If sport IS, in essence, play, the claim might be made that sport is much older than humankind, for, as we all have observed, the beasts play. Dogs and cats wrestle and play ball games. Fishes and birds dance. The apes have simple, pleasurable games. Frolicking infants, school children playing tag, and adult arm wrestlers are demonstrating strong, trans-generational and trans-species bonds with the universe of animals--past, present, and future. Young animals, particularly, tumble, chase, run, wrestle, mock, imitate, and laugh (or so it seems) to the point of delighted exhaustion. Their play, and ours, appears to serve no other purpose than to give pleasure to the players, and apparently, to remove us temporarily from the anguish of life in earnest. Some philosophers have claimed that our playfulness is the most noble part of our basic nature. In their generous conceptions, play harmlessly and experimentally permits us to put our creative forces, fantasy, and imagination into action. Play is release from the tedious battles against scarcity and decline which are the incessant, and inevitable, tragedies of life. This is a grand conception that excites and provokes. The holders of this view claim that the origins of our highest accomplishments--liturgy, literature, and law--can be traced to a play impulse which, paradoxically, we see most purely enjoyed by young beasts and children. Our sports, in this rather happy, non-fatalistic view of human nature, are more splendid creations of the non-datable, trans-species play impulse.