The little girl grasped her mother's arm as she crossed the street.A:understood B:had a hold overC:took hold of D:left hold of
The little girl grasped her mother's arm as she crossed the street.
A:understood
B:had a hold over
C:took hold of
D:left hold of
B:had a hold over
C:took hold of
D:left hold of
参考解析
解析：本句话的意思：小女孩抓住她妈妈的胳膊穿过了马路。grasp意为“抓住”,take hold of意为“抓住，控制住”，如：Mother took hold of the barking dogs by their collars.母亲抓住了这些汪汪直叫的狗的颈圈，把它们制服了。understand意为“懂得，理解”，如：I don't understand your attitude at all.我一点也不理解你的态度。grasp也有“懂得”的意思，但在该句中不是这个意思。have a hold over意为“控制，对······有影响”，如：The officer has kept a firm hold over the soldiers.那个军官一直紧紧地控制着士兵。leave hold of意为“放开”，如：She left hold of his hand.她放开了他的手。
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