单选题How ______Cindy grows! She’s almost as tall as her mother now.AcuteBstrongCfastDstraight
单选题
How ______Cindy grows! She’s almost as tall as her mother now.
A
cute
B
strong
C
fast
D
straight
参考解析
解析：
句意：Cindy长得真快呀！她现在几乎和她母亲一样高了。本题考查形容词词义辨析。cute可爱的。strong强壮的。fast迅速的。straight直的。由空格后一句“她现在几乎和她母亲一样高了”可知她该是长得快，fast符合题意。
句意：Cindy长得真快呀！她现在几乎和她母亲一样高了。本题考查形容词词义辨析。cute可爱的。strong强壮的。fast迅速的。straight直的。由空格后一句“她现在几乎和她母亲一样高了”可知她该是长得快，fast符合题意。
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