The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me.The writer’s purpose in writing this story is（）A、to tell an interesting experienceB、to show the easiest way out of a difficultyC、to describe the trouble facing a newly married womanD、to explain the difficulty of learning to cook from books
The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me. The writer’s purpose in writing this story is（）
- A、to tell an interesting experience
- B、to show the easiest way out of a difficulty
- C、to describe the trouble facing a newly married woman
- D、to explain the difficulty of learning to cook from books
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I had a bad habit of skipping to the last pages of a book. I just wanted to see how it ended 11 I was still in the middle of it. This habit 12 first my morn, then my friends, and 13 even my own daughter. Often my 14 wouldn′t be limited just to the books I read but also to what others were 15 as well. Then one day my daughter told me in anger, "Dad, please just read a book one 16 at a time like everyone else!"At times I didn′ t 17 this bad habit to just books either. I also tried to skip ahead in my own life and 18 out what to do months and even years from now 19 enjoying each day at present. Although I knew that the 20 of my life wasn′t done yet and that I had many pages 21 to go, I still couldn′t control my burning desire to write the 22 of it halfway through. Time and again, I would 23 jump ahead and try to solve every potential (潜在的) problem before it happened. Life, 24 , doesn′t work like that. It loves to 25 us, and you never know what new problems,changes, or opportunities each new day will 26 .Recently when I found myself living in the 27 again, I felt a voice that gently told me I needed to "live one dayat a time". When I heard those words, I 28 , turned the book of my life back to the 29 . page, and thanked God for today.Each of us has to 30 the book of life line by line, moment bymoment and trust that our story will be brought to its perfect end.____22____A.feelings B.beginning C.ending D.comments
I had a bad habit of skipping to the last pages of a book. I just wanted to see how it ended 11 I was still in the middle of it. This habit 12 first my morn, then my friends, and 13 even my own daughter. Often my 14 wouldn′t be limited just to the books I read but also to what others were 15 as well. Then one day my daughter told me in anger, "Dad, please just read a book one 16 at a time like everyone else!"At times I didn′ t 17 this bad habit to just books either. I also tried to skip ahead in my own life and 18 out what to do months and even years from now 19 enjoying each day at present. Although I knew that the 20 of my life wasn′t done yet and that I had many pages 21 to go, I still couldn′t control my burning desire to write the 22 of it halfway through. Time and again, I would 23 jump ahead and try to solve every potential (潜在的) problem before it happened. Life, 24 , doesn′t work like that. It loves to 25 us, and you never know what new problems,changes, or opportunities each new day will 26 .Recently when I found myself living in the 27 again, I felt a voice that gently told me I needed to "live one dayat a time". When I heard those words, I 28 , turned the book of my life back to the 29 . page, and thanked God for today.Each of us has to 30 the book of life line by line, moment bymoment and trust that our story will be brought to its perfect end.____26____A.make B.bring C.take D.awarD.
I had a bad habit of skipping to the last pages of a book. I just wanted to see how it ended 11 I was still in the middle of it. This habit 12 first my morn, then my friends, and 13 even my own daughter. Often my 14 wouldn′t be limited just to the books I read but also to what others were 15 as well. Then one day my daughter told me in anger, "Dad, please just read a book one 16 at a time like everyone else!"At times I didn′ t 17 this bad habit to just books either. I also tried to skip ahead in my own life and 18 out what to do months and even years from now 19 enjoying each day at present. Although I knew that the 20 of my life wasn′t done yet and that I had many pages 21 to go, I still couldn′t control my burning desire to write the 22 of it halfway through. Time and again, I would 23 jump ahead and try to solve every potential (潜在的) problem before it happened. Life, 24 , doesn′t work like that. It loves to 25 us, and you never know what new problems,changes, or opportunities each new day will 26 .Recently when I found myself living in the 27 again, I felt a voice that gently told me I needed to "live one dayat a time". When I heard those words, I 28 , turned the book of my life back to the 29 . page, and thanked God for today.Each of us has to 30 the book of life line by line, moment bymoment and trust that our story will be brought to its perfect end.____20___A.book B.river C.picture D.play
I had a bad habit of skipping to the last pages of a book. I just wanted to see how it ended 11 I was still in the middle of it. This habit 12 first my morn, then my friends, and 13 even my own daughter. Often my 14 wouldn′t be limited just to the books I read but also to what others were 15 as well. Then one day my daughter told me in anger, "Dad, please just read a book one 16 at a time like everyone else!"At times I didn′ t 17 this bad habit to just books either. I also tried to skip ahead in my own life and 18 out what to do months and even years from now 19 enjoying each day at present. Although I knew that the 20 of my life wasn′t done yet and that I had many pages 21 to go, I still couldn′t control my burning desire to write the 22 of it halfway through. Time and again, I would 23 jump ahead and try to solve every potential (潜在的) problem before it happened. Life, 24 , doesn′t work like that. It loves to 25 us, and you never know what new problems,changes, or opportunities each new day will 26 .Recently when I found myself living in the 27 again, I felt a voice that gently told me I needed to "live one dayat a time". When I heard those words, I 28 , turned the book of my life back to the 29 . page, and thanked God for today.Each of us has to 30 the book of life line by line, moment bymoment and trust that our story will be brought to its perfect end.I had a bad habit of skipping to the last pages of a book. I just wanted to see how it ended 11 I was still in the middle of it. This habit 12 first my morn, then my friends, and 13 even my own daughter. Often my 14 wouldn′t be limited just to the books I read but also to what others were 15 as well. Then one day my daughter told me in anger, "Dad, please just read a book one 16 at a time like everyone else!"At times I didn′ t 17 this bad habit to just books either. I also tried to skip ahead in my own life and 18 out what to do months and even years from now 19 enjoying each day at present. Although I knew that the 20 of my life wasn′t done yet and that I had many pages 21 to go, I still couldn′t control my burning desire to write the 22 of it halfway through. Time and again, I would 23 jump ahead and try to solve every potential (潜在的) problem before it happened. Life, 24 , doesn′t work like that. It loves to 25 us, and you never know what new problems,changes, or opportunities each new day will 26 .Recently when I found myself living in the 27 again, I felt a voice that gently told me I needed to "live one dayat a time". When I heard those words, I 28 , turned the book of my life back to the 29 . page, and thanked God for today.Each of us has to 30 the book of life line by line, moment bymoment and trust that our story will be brought to its perfect end.____23____A.consciouslyB.strangely C.foolishly D.critically
When I entered Berkeley, I hoped to earn a scholarship．Having been a Straight A student, I believed I could___16___tough subjects and really learn something．One such course was World Literature given by Professor Jayne．I was extremely interested in the ideas he ___17 ___in class.When l took the first exam, I was___ 18___ to find a 77, C-plus, on my test paper, ___19___ English was my best subject．I went to Professor Jayne, who listened to my arguments but remained___20 ___I decided to try harder, although I didn't know what that ___21___ because school had always been easy for me．I read the books more carefully, but got another 77．Again, I ___22___ with Professor Jayne．Again, he listened patiently but wouldn't change his ___23___ One more test before the final exam．One more ___24___ to improve my grade．So I redoubled my efforts and, for the first time, ___25 ___the meaning of the word "thorough", But my ___26___ did no good and everything ___27___ as before.The last hurdle (障碍) was the final．No matter what___28___I got, it wouldn't cancel three C-pluses．I might as well kiss the ___29___ goodbye.I stopped working hard．I felt I knew the course material as well as I ever would．The night before the final, I even ___30___ myself to a movie．The next day I decided for once I'd have ___31___ with a test.A week later, I was surprised to find I got an A．I hurried into Professor Jayne's office．He ___32___ to be expecting me．"If I gave you the A as you ___33___ , you wouldn't continue to work as hard．"I stared at him,___34___that his analysis and strategy (策略) were correct．I had worked my head ___35___ , as I had never done before.I was speechless when my course grade arrived: A-plus．It was the only A-plus given．The next year I received my scholarship．I've always remembered Professor Jayne's lesson: you alone must set your own standard of excellence.___25___A.memorizeD.B.considereD.C.accepteD.D.learneD.
The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me.Why did the woman put the dough in the rubbish bin?（）A、She didn’t see the use of keeping it.B、She meant to joke with her husband.C、She didn’t want her husband to see it.D、She hoped it would soon dry in the sun.
Most people have no idea of the hard work and worry that gointothe collecting of those fascinating birds and animals that they pay to see in the zoo.One of the questions that is always asked of me is 1 I became an animal collector in the first 2.The answer is that I have always been interested in animals and zoos.According to my parents, the first word I was able to say with any 3 was not the conventional “mamma” or “daddy”,4 the word “zoo”, which I would 5 over and over again with a shrill 6 until someone, ingroupsto 7 me up, would take me to the zoo.When I 8 a little older, we lived in Greece and I had a great 9 of pets, ranging from owls to seahorses, and I spent all my spare time 10 the countryside in search of fresh specimens to 11 to my collection of pets.12 on I went for a year to the City Zoo, as a student 13 , to get experience of the large animals, such as lions, bears, bison and ostriches,14 were not easy to keep at home.When I left, I 15 had enough money of my own to be able to 16 my first trip and I have been going 17 ever since then.Though a collector's job is not an easy one and is full of 18 ,it is certainly a job which will appeal 19 all those who love animals and 20.请在16处填上正确答案（）A、payB、provideC、allowD、finance
Most people have no idea of the hard work and worry that gointothe collecting of those fascinating birds and animals that they pay to see in the zoo.One of the questions that is always asked of me is 1 I became an animal collector in the first 2.The answer is that I have always been interested in animals and zoos.According to my parents, the first word I was able to say with any 3 was not the conventional “mamma” or “daddy”,4 the word “zoo”, which I would 5 over and over again with a shrill 6 until someone, ingroupsto 7 me up, would take me to the zoo.When I 8 a little older, we lived in Greece and I had a great 9 of pets, ranging from owls to seahorses, and I spent all my spare time 10 the countryside in search of fresh specimens to 11 to my collection of pets.12 on I went for a year to the City Zoo, as a student 13 , to get experience of the large animals, such as lions, bears, bison and ostriches,14 were not easy to keep at home.When I left, I 15 had enough money of my own to be able to 16 my first trip and I have been going 17 ever since then.Though a collector's job is not an easy one and is full of 18 ,it is certainly a job which will appeal 19 all those who love animals and 20.请在14处填上正确答案（）A、whoB、theyC、of whichD、which
单选题The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me.Why did the woman’s attempt at making the bread turn out to be unsuccessful?（）AThe canned orange had gone bad.BShe didn’t use the right kind of flour.CThe cookbook was hard to understand.DShe did not follow the directions closely.
单选题The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me.When Doug went out the third time, the woman looked out of the window because she was（）Asurprised at his being interested in the binBafraid that he would discover her secretCunhappy that he didn’t enjoy the mealDcurious to know what disturbed him
单选题The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me.What made the dough in the bin looks frighting?（）AThe rising and falling movement.BThe strange-looking marks.CIts shape.DIts size.
单选题The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me.The writer’s purpose in writing this story is（）Ato tell an interesting experienceBto show the easiest way out of a difficultyCto describe the trouble facing a newly married womanDto explain the difficulty of learning to cook from books