I（）her to marry me and she agreed.A、askB、askedC、toldD、tell
I（）her to marry me and she agreed.
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- B、asked
- C、told
- D、tell
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--I thought you wouldn't mind.--Well, as a matter of fact, I don' t, but you_____________me first.A． should askB． should have askedC． must askD． must have asked
—So how is your new roommate?—She really (). She’s always making loud noises at midnight and when I remind her, she always makes rude remarks. A、turns me overB、turns me downC、turns me offD、turns me out
AI was in a rush as always, but this time it was for an important date I just couldn’t be late for! I found myself at a checkout counter behind an elderly woman seemingly in no hurry as she paid for her groceries. A PhD student with not a lot of money, I had hurried into the store to pick up some flowers. I was in a huge rush, thinking of my upcoming evening. I did not want to be late for this date.We were in Boston, a place not always known for small conversation between strangers. The woman stopped unloading her basket and looked up at me. She smiled. It was a nice smile-warm and reassuring-and I retuned her gift by smiling back.“Must be a special lady,” whoever it is that will be getting those beautiful flowers,” she said.“Yes, she’s special,” I said, and then to my embarrassment, the words kept coming out. “It’ s only our second date, but somehow I am just having the feeling she’s‘the one ，’”jokingly, I added, “The only problem is that I can’t figure out why she’d want to date a guy like me.”“Well, I think she’s very lucky to have a boyfriend who brings her such lovely flowers and who is obviously in love with her,” the woman said. ”My husband used to bring me flowers every week-even when tines were tough and we didn’t have much money. Those were incredible days; be was very romantic and-of course- I miss him since he’s passed away.”I paid for my flowers as she was gathering up her groceries. There was no doubt in my mind as I walked up to her. I touched her on the shoulder and said “You were right, you know. These flowers are indeed for a very special lady.” I handed the flowers and thanked her for such a nice conversation.It took her a moment to realize that I was giving her the flowers I had just purchased. “You have a wonderful evening,” I said. I left her with a big smile and my heart warmed as I saw her smelling the beautiful flowers.I remember being slightly late for my date that night and telling my girlfriend the above story. A couple of years later, when I finally worked up the courage to ask her to marry me, she told me that this story had helped to seal it for her-that was the night than I won her heart .41．Why was the writer in a hurry that day?A. He was to meet his girlfriend.B. He had to go back to school soon.C. He was delayed by an elderly lady.D. He had to pick up some groceries.
第一节 阅读理解（共15小题；每小2分，满分30分）阅读下列短文，从每题所给的A、B、C和D项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。When I was growing up in America, I was ashamed of my mother’s Chinese English. Because of her English, she was often treated unfairly. People in department stores, at banks, And at restaurants did not take her seriously ,did not give her good service ,pretended not to Understand her ,or even acted as if they did not hear her.My mother has realized the limitations of her English as well. When I was fifteen, she used to have me call people on phone to pretend I was she . I was forced to ask for information or even to yell at people who had been rude to her. One time I had to call her stockbroker (股票经纪人).I said in an adolescent voice that was not very convincing, “This is Mrs.Tan.”And my mother was standing beside me ,whispering loudly, “Why he don’t send me cheek already two week lone.”And then , in perfect English I said : “I’m getting rather concerned .You agreed to send the check two weeks ago, but it hasn’t arrived.”Then she talked more loudly. “What he want? I come to New York tell him front of his boss.” And so I turned to the stockbroker again, “I can’t tolerate any more excuse. If I don’t receive the check immediately , I am going to have to speak to your manager when I am in New York next week.”The next week we ended up in New York. While I was sitting there red-faced, my mother, the real Mrs.Tan, was shouting to his boss in her broken English.When I was a teenager, my mother’s broken English embarrassed me. But now, I see it differently. To me, my mother’s English is perfectly clear, perfectly natural. It is my mother tongue. Her language, as I hear it, is vivid, direct, and full of observation and wisdom. It was the language that helped shape the way I saw things, expressed ideas, and made sense of the world.41.Why was the author’s mother poorly served?A.She was unable to speak good English.B.She was often misunderstood.C.She was not clearly heard.D.She was not very polite.
When I saw her crying.I realized I ( ) her the news so soon. A、shouldn't have toldB、should not tellC、should have toldD、must have told
()till she was thirty. A、She marriedB、She didn ’t marry meC、She married meD、She married with me.
She ever being so kind to me. I felt ____________ to help her when she was in trouble.A、generousB、obligedC、virtuousD、detached
I asked her if she would allow me to interview her,and she readily agreed.A: willinglyB: suddenlyC: firmlyD: quickly
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. What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking forgiveness?A.She had never received the letter.B.For years, she often talked about the letter.C.She didn't forgive her daughter at all in all her life.D.She read the letter again and again till she died.
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 passage shows that _______A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughterB.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had doneC.mother cared much about her daughter in wordsD.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
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
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. What's the best title of the passage?A.My Letter to MotherB.Mother and ChildrenC.Mv Mother's DeskD.Talks hetween Mother and Me
Mrs.Peters stopped playing the piano when she began to work.She had lived in a very small?flat,and there had been no room for a piano.But when she married,she had a new flat which was?big enough for one.So she decided to get one and her husband agreed and helped her.She saved?some money,and her parents gave her a generous amount of money for her birthday.Then she went?to a shop and said,"I′ll choose whichever piano does not cost too much and fits into my living room."When she had paid for the piano,the shop assistant asked her if she would like him to get it?tuned(调音)evey few months.Mrs.Peters agreed.A few months later she heard from the shop that a man was coming to tune the piano at ten that?morning.Now she had not cleaned the house yet,so it was dusty and untidy.Mrs.Peters hated having?even the least amount of dirt,and felt ashamed whenever strange people saw her house like that.So she had to hurry..to clean everything carefully.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired,but anyhow,by the time the man arrived,everything was finished.She opened the door,and the man was standing there with a big dog.!"Good morning,"the man said politely,"Will it disturb you if I bring my dog in,please?I′m blind,and he leads me wherever?I go.Mrs.Peters had wasted her time getting everything clean as__________A.the dog would dirty the houseB.the piano tuner could see nothing in the houseC.the dog disturbed Mrs.PetersD.the piano tuner always took the dog
Mrs.Peters stopped playing the piano when she began to work.She had lived in a very small?flat,and there had been no room for a piano.But when she married,she had a new flat which was?big enough for one.So she decided to get one and her husband agreed and helped her.She saved?some money,and her parents gave her a generous amount of money for her birthday.Then she went?to a shop and said,"I′ll choose whichever piano does not cost too much and fits into my living room."When she had paid for the piano,the shop assistant asked her if she would like him to get it?tuned(调音)evey few months.Mrs.Peters agreed.A few months later she heard from the shop that a man was coming to tune the piano at ten that?morning.Now she had not cleaned the house yet,so it was dusty and untidy.Mrs.Peters hated having?even the least amount of dirt,and felt ashamed whenever strange people saw her house like that.So she had to hurry..to clean everything carefully.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired,but anyhow,by the time the man arrived,everything was finished.She opened the door,and the man was standing there with a big dog.!"Good morning,"the man said politely,"Will it disturb you if I bring my dog in,please?I′m blind,and he leads me wherever?I go.Mrs.Peters was soon able to buy a piano because__________.A.her parents gave her all the money for itB.she saved enough money for itC.her husband gave her the moneyD.she saved some money and her relatives gave her the rest
Mrs.Peters stopped playing the piano when she began to work.She had lived in a very small?flat,and there had been no room for a piano.But when she married,she had a new flat which was?big enough for one.So she decided to get one and her husband agreed and helped her.She saved?some money,and her parents gave her a generous amount of money for her birthday.Then she went?to a shop and said,"I′ll choose whichever piano does not cost too much and fits into my living room."When she had paid for the piano,the shop assistant asked her if she would like him to get it?tuned(调音)evey few months.Mrs.Peters agreed.A few months later she heard from the shop that a man was coming to tune the piano at ten that?morning.Now she had not cleaned the house yet,so it was dusty and untidy.Mrs.Peters hated having?even the least amount of dirt,and felt ashamed whenever strange people saw her house like that.So she had to hurry..to clean everything carefully.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired,but anyhow,by the time the man arrived,everything was finished.She opened the door,and the man was standing there with a big dog.!"Good morning,"the man said politely,"Will it disturb you if I bring my dog in,please?I′m blind,and he leads me wherever?I go.One morning,__A.a man was coming to repair her pianoB.Mrs.Peters received a telephone call from the shopC.the piano was sent to her house at 10 o'clockD.Mrs.Peters was going to clean the house
Literacy Volunteer Last summer I went through a training program and became a literacy volunteer （扫盲志愿者）. The training I received， though excellent， did not tell me how it was to work with a real student， however. When I began to discover what other people's lives were like because they could not read， I realized the true importance of reading. My first student Jane was a 44-year-old single mother of three. In the first lesson， I found out she walked two miles to the nearest supermarket twice a week because she didn't know which bus to take. When I told her I would get her a bus schedule， she told me it would not help because she could not read it. She said she also had difficulty once she got to the supermarket because she couldn't always remember what she needed. Since she did not know words， she could not write out a shopping list. Also， she could only recognize items by their labels. As a result， if the product had a different label， she would not recognize it as the product she wanted. As we worked together， learning how to read built Jane's self-confidence， which encouraged her to continue in her studies. She began to make rapid progress and was even able to take the bus to the supermarket. After this successful trip， she reported how self-confident she felt. At the end of the program， she began helping her youngest son， Tony， a shy first grader， with his reading. She sat with him before he went to sleep and together they would read bedtime stories. When his eyes became wide with excitement as she read pride was written all over her face， and she began to see how her own hard work in learning to read paid off. As she described this experience， I was proud of myself， too. I found that helping Jane to build her self-confidence was more rewarding than anything I had ever done before. As a literacy volunteer， I learned a great deal about teaching and helping others. In fact， I may have learned more from the experience than Jane did.Jane could not recognize items by their labels.（）A、TrueB、FalseC、Not Given
Literacy Volunteer Last summer I went through a training program and became a literacy volunteer （扫盲志愿者）. The training I received， though excellent， did not tell me how it was to work with a real student， however. When I began to discover what other people's lives were like because they could not read， I realized the true importance of reading. My first student Jane was a 44-year-old single mother of three. In the first lesson， I found out she walked two miles to the nearest supermarket twice a week because she didn't know which bus to take. When I told her I would get her a bus schedule， she told me it would not help because she could not read it. She said she also had difficulty once she got to the supermarket because she couldn't always remember what she needed. Since she did not know words， she could not write out a shopping list. Also， she could only recognize items by their labels. As a result， if the product had a different label， she would not recognize it as the product she wanted. As we worked together， learning how to read built Jane's self-confidence， which encouraged her to continue in her studies. She began to make rapid progress and was even able to take the bus to the supermarket. After this successful trip， she reported how self-confident she felt. At the end of the program， she began helping her youngest son， Tony， a shy first grader， with his reading. She sat with him before he went to sleep and together they would read bedtime stories. When his eyes became wide with excitement as she read pride was written all over her face， and she began to see how her own hard work in learning to read paid off. As she described this experience， I was proud of myself， too. I found that helping Jane to build her self-confidence was more rewarding than anything I had ever done before. As a literacy volunteer， I learned a great deal about teaching and helping others. In fact， I may have learned more from the experience than Jane did.I once could not read.（） A、TrueB、FalseC、Not Given
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单选题—Hello! Can I speak to Alice,please? —Sorry. She isn’t in at the moment. — ______ ? Please tell her to call me back on my mobile.ACould I leave a messageBCan you hold the lineCWill you put me throughDMay I take a message