Today, when I think of my friend, I remember the way her face （ ） when she saw the picture of a handsome fellow. A. cheered upB. shone upC. stood upD. lit up
Today, when I think of my friend, I remember the way her face （ ） when she saw the picture of a handsome fellow.
A. cheered up
B. shone up
C. stood up
D. lit up
B. shone up
C. stood up
D. lit up
参考解析
解析：解题指导： lit up 意为 “高兴起来”, 其主语常为face等; cheer up意为“感到振奋,高兴起来”，其主语一般为人。故答案为D。
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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. The writer began to love her mother's deskA.after mother diedB.before she became a writerC.when she was a childD.when mother gave it to her
When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate me and train me up for love. It is for these people that I reserve the glowing hours, too good not to share. When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and "too serious" about our stud- ies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say:"Let's start with a train whistle today." We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped. When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend, he was in despair and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other. For almost four years I have had remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in ~ a funny way, in the other's dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think : "Yes, I must tell..." We have never met. It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist,who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend. In the eighth grade, what the author did before developing proper social behavior was to_________.A. become serious about her studyB. go to her friend's house regularlyC. learn from her classmates at schoolD. share poems and stories with her friend
根据下列内容，回答186-190题。I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mothersat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I de-cided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during herfinal illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said a-gain, "it's for Elizabeth."I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. Butas a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy fami-ly. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she didforgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disap-pointment, then little interest and, finally, peace--it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't besure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and ! could stop try-ing to make her into someone she was not.Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased thatwriting was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photoof my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letterasks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.The writer began to love her mother's desk__________.A.after mother diedB.before she became a writerC.when she was a childD.when mother gave it to her
People in communities have slowly been pushed apart through the years, mostly becausepeople simply aren't taking the time to say a simple "hello". After considering this phenomenon, Idecided I was going to change the way I was doing things.My 41 came one morning when I was in the community library. I passed by a girlwho42her books out of her locker. Thinking like most that someone else would help her pickthem up, I continued my way. However, when I had to43because I stupidly forgot my book, Inoticed she had just finished packing them up by herself. No one had stopped to44her."OK" I thought to myself, "this is where I should have changed."My best opportunity came a few days later when I saw a man45by himself waiting for thelibrary to open, so I sat down next to him and began a46. It was difficult to get started, andeven when I had to say goodbye, almost every47from my new friend had a tone of doubt in it.And who could blame him?People aren't used to making an48 chat with a stranger. But a change, no matter how des-perately it is needed, doesn't just happen; it takes people like us to make it possible. I49you totake a small step out of your comfort zone and try to make someone's day a litle brighter, togeth-er, we can really make society come50as a whole.阅读以上短文，回答161-170题。第41题答案是__________A.troubleB.doubtC.wishD.opportunity
Today, when I think of my friend, I remember the way her face （ ） when she saw the picture of a handsome fellow. A. cheered upB. shone upC. stood upD. lit up
共用题干第一篇His Own Way to Express LoveYesterday was our three-year anniversary.We didn't do anything romantic;we just walked hand in hand and talked about our past and the future.This was pretty much what I had expected.Andy is an unromantic guy:no sweet words or roses.Smart as he is,he is a little bit shy expressing his love.In contrast, I am an outspoken（直言不讳）girl who likes to show her feelings directly.So needless to say,I often feel that he is insensitive,I envy other girls who are surrounded by sweet words.I was in this sullen mood until I heard a beautiful sentence one day:"If one does not love you the way you like,it does not mean that he does not love you,"This simple but sensible sentence made me think about our happy days and recall his deep concern for me.One cold winter night,I got a high fever.He hurried to my dormitory and took me to the hospital.He was in such a hurry that he even forgot to wear socks.After arrival,he ranthrough the hospital handling all the formalities（手续）.When I was put on a drip（点滴）,he told me interesting stories to make me happy.Being held in his warm arms and listening to his tender（温柔的）voice, I had never felt so safe and comfortable.Gradually, I fellasleep.When I woke up 15 minutes later, he was still mumbling（咕哝地说）to me.He explained that if he had stopped talking I would have woken up.At that moment,I found love in his eyes.Another time,I had a bad quarrel with my best friend.Although I knew it was my fault, I refused to admit it.I was very angry when he insisted I apologize to her.He said that it was difficult to admit a mistake,but this was what everyone should do.The next morning,I apologized to my friend and asked for her forgiveness.My unromantic boyfriend cares about my health like my father,understands me like my mother and helps me like my elder brother.Which statement is true of the writer?A:She likes running after romantic guys.B:She does not like sweet words.C:She likes expressing her feelings directly.D:She does not like roses.
When you are little,the whole world feels like a big playground.I was living in Conyers,Georgia the summer it all happened.I was a second grader,but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade.Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie′s basement.As I opened the basement door,before us lay the biggest room,full of amazing things like guns,dolls,and old clothes.I ran downstairs,and spotted a red steel can.It was paint.I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple,orange,blue and green."Stephanie,I just found us a project,for the day.Get some paintbrushes.We are fixing to paint."She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work.We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our materials to my yard.There on the road in front of my house,we painted bit stripes（条纹）of colors across the pavement（人行道）.Stripe by stripe,our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow.It was fantastic!The sun was starting to sink.I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car.It was my mother.I couldn′t wait to show her my masterpiece.The car pulled slowly into the drive way and from the look on my mother′s face,I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me.Her eyes glaring,she shouted,"What in the world were you thinking?I understood when you made castles out of leaves,and climbed the neighbors′trees,but this!Come inside right now!"I stood there glaring back at her for a minute,angry because she had insulted（侮辱）my art."Now go to clean it up!"Mother and I began cleaning the road.Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.Though years have now passed,I still wonder where my?rainbow?has gone.I wonder if,maybe when I get older,I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away.I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.It can be learned from the passage that parents shouldA.encourage children to paintB.value friendship among childrenC.discover the hidden talent in childrenD.protect rather than destroy children's dreams
When you are little,the whole world feels like a big playground.I was living in Conyers,Georgia the summer it all happened.I was a second grader,but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade.Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie′s basement.As I opened the basement door,before us lay the biggest room,full of amazing things like guns,dolls,and old clothes.I ran downstairs,and spotted a red steel can.It was paint.I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple,orange,blue and green."Stephanie,I just found us a project,for the day.Get some paintbrushes.We are fixing to paint."She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work.We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our materials to my yard.There on the road in front of my house,we painted bit stripes（条纹）of colors across the pavement（人行道）.Stripe by stripe,our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow.It was fantastic!The sun was starting to sink.I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car.It was my mother.I couldn′t wait to show her my masterpiece.The car pulled slowly into the drive way and from the look on my mother′s face,I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me.Her eyes glaring,she shouted,"What in the world were you thinking?I understood when you made castles out of leaves,and climbed the neighbors′trees,but this!Come inside right now!"I stood there glaring back at her for a minute,angry because she had insulted（侮辱）my art."Now go to clean it up!"Mother and I began cleaning the road.Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.Though years have now passed,I still wonder where my?rainbow?has gone.I wonder if,maybe when I get older,I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away.I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.What did the writer want to do when his mother came home?A.To introduce Stephanie to her.B.To prevent her from seeing his painting.C.To put the materials back in the yard.D.To show his artwork to her.
I remember when I was a child, I was very（）with how many toys she had.AoppressedBimpressedCrepressedDpressed
单选题When I asked my sister to turn down her radio, she made it even louder. I could not understand why she acted so _____.AdocilelyBobstinatelyCperverselyDpliablely