My favorite radio song is the one I first heard on a thick 1923 Edison disc I _______ at a garage sale.A trifled with B scraped through C stumbled upon D thirsted for
My favorite radio song is the one I first heard on a thick 1923 Edison disc I _______ at a garage sale.
A trifled with B scraped through C stumbled upon D thirsted for
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--My mother is preparing my favorite dishes, Go with me and have a taste, okay?--_______. And I’ll be glad to meet your parents.A．I think soB．I’d love toC．I’m sureD．I hope so
AIt was the first snow of winter – an exciting day for every child but not for most teachers. Up until now, I had been old enough to dress myself, but today I would need some help. Miss Finlayson, my kindergarten teacher, had been through first snow days many times, but I think she may still remember this one.I managed to get into my wool snow trousers. But I struggled with my jacket because it didn’t fit well. It was a hand-me-down from my brother, and it made me wonder why I had to wear his ugly clothes. At least my hat and scarf were mine, and they were quite pretty. Finally it was time to have Miss Finlayson help me with my boots（靴子）.In her calm, motherly voice she said, “By the end of winter, you will all be able to put on your own boots.” I didn’t realize at the time that this was more a statement of hope than of confidence（信心）.I handed her my boots and stuck out my foot. Like most children, I expected grown-ups to do all the work. After much pushing, she managed to get the first one into place and then, with a sigh, worked the second one on too.I announced, “They’re on the wrong feet.”She struggled to get the boots off and went through the joyless task of putting them on again.“They’re my brother’s boots, you know,” I said. “I hate them!”Somehow, from long years of practice, she managed to act as though I wasn’t an annoying（烦人的）little girl, She pushed and pushed, less gently this time. With a greater sigh, seeing the end of her struggle with me, she asked, “Now, where are your mittens（连指手套）?”I looked into her eyes and said, “I didn’t want to lose them, so I hid them in the toes of my boots.”41．The little girl was more satisfied with her__________-.A．trousersB．jacket C．boots D．hat
—Cindy, which would you rather buy, the brown belt or the blue one?—______ A、I like it very much.B、Never mind.C、That isn't very expensive.D、I really like this blue one、In fact, it's my favorite among the belts here.
I was taking a rest in my bedroom, ____________ I heard a loud shout ―stop the chief‖ come from the outside. A.After allB.First of allC.All of a suddenD.All in all
BIt was the first mow of winter -- an exciting day for every, child but not for most tether. Up until now, l had been able to dress myself for recess（课间休息）, but today I would need some help. Miss Finlayson, my kindergarten teacher at Princess Elizabeth School near Hamilton, Ontario, had been through first snow days ,many times in her long career, but I think struggled still remember this one.I managed to get into my wool snow pants. But I straggled with my jacket because it didn’t fit well. It was a hand-me-down from my brother, and it made me wonder why I had to wear his ugly clothes. At least my hat and matching scarf were mine, and they were quite pretty. Finally it was time to have Miss Finlayson help me with my boots. In her calm, motherly voice she said, “By the end of winter, you will be able to put on own boots. ” I didn’t realize at the time that this was more a statement of hope than of confidence.I handed her my boots and stuck out my foot. Like most children, I expected the adult to do an the work. After mush wiggling and pushing, she managed to get first one into place and then, with a sigh, worked the second one on too.I announced，“They’re on the wrong feet. ”With the grace that only experience can bring，she struggled to get the boots off and went through the joyless task of putting them on again. Then I said，“These aren’t my boots. you know. ”As she pulled the offending boots from my feet，she still managed to look both helpful and interested. Once they were off. I said，“They are my brother’s boots. My mother makes me wear them，and I hate them!” Somehow，from long years of practice，she managed to act as though I wasn’t an annoying little girl. She pushed and shoved. less gently this time，and the boots were returned to their proper place on my feet. With a great sigh of relief，seeing the end of her struggle with me，she asked，“Now，where are your gloves?’’I looked into her eyes and said. “I didn’t want to lose them. so I put them into the toes of my boots. ”60. According to the passage，the little girl got from her brother.A. the wool snow pants and the jacket B. the jacket and the bootsC. the jacket and the hat D. the boots and the gloves
Years ago，l lived in a building in a large city． The building next door was only a few feet away from mine． There was a woman who lived there，whom I had never met，yet I could see her seated by her window each afternoon，sewing or reading．After several months had gone by，l began to notice that her window was dirty． Everything was unclear through the dirty window．I would say to myself，"l wonder why that woman doesn't wash her window． It really looks terrible．”One bright morning I decided to clean my flat，including washing the window on the inside．Late in the afternoon when I finished the cleaning，l sat down by the window with a cup of coffee for a rest． What a surprise! Across the way， the woman sitting by her window was clearly visible． Her window was clean!Then it dawned on me．l had been criticizing(批评) her dirty window，but all the time I ．was watching hers through my own dirty window．That was quite an important lesson for me． How often had I looked at and criticized others through the dirty window of my heart，through my own shortcomings? Since then，whenever I wanted to judge(评判) someone，l asked myself first，"Am 1 100-king at him through my own dirty window?"Then I try to clean the window of my own world so that I may see the world about me more clearly．( )11． The writer couldn’t see everything clearly through the window because ________ ．A． the woman's window was dirtyB． the writer's window was dirtyC． the woman lived nearbyD． the writer was near-sighted
My daughter was leafing through some old photo albums the other day when she laughed and pulled out an old picture to show me. There I was a skinny 12 year old with thick, bushy, brown hair. l looked down at the picture and smiled. Only one thought was on my mind: "If only I knew then what I know now. If I knew then what I know now: I would have danced more, laughed more, and sang more no matter who was watching. I would have not cared a bit what other people thought of me.I would have cared a whole lot more, however, about what God thought of me. I would have been fearless in showing my love, sharing my joy, and living my life.Of all the four ideas, which won ' t the author agree with?A. One should not care what other people think of him/her.B. One should show his/her love bravely.C. One should only care what God thinks of him/her.D. One should do anything regardless of who is watching.
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共用题干Narrow EscapeWe had left the hut too late that morning. When we stepped outside,the sky beyond the mountains to our east was already livid with colour. It meant the day would be a hot one,and the warmth would loosen rocks that were gripped by ice.As soon as we stepped out on to the face,it became obvious this was going to be an awkward route. The main problem was talus,the debris that collects on mountainsides. Talus is despised by mountaineers for two reasons. First,because it can easily be pushed off on to you by people climbing above. And second,because it makes every step you take insecure.For about 30 minutes we moved steadily up the face. The rock was in poor condition, shattered horizontally and mazed with cracks. When I tried to haul myself up on a block of it,it would pull out towards me,like a drawer opening. My hands became progressively wetter and colder. Then came a shout.“Cailloux!Cailloux!”I heard yelled from above,in a female voice. The words echoed down towards us. I looked up to see where they had come from.There were just two rocks at first,leaping and bounding down the face towards us,once cannoning off each other in mid-air. And then the air above suddenly seemed alive with falling rocks,humming through the air and filling it with noise. Crack,went each one as it leapt off the rock face,then hum-hum-hum as it moved through the air,then crack again. The pause between the cracks lengthened each time,as the rocks gained momentum and jumped further and further. I continued to gaze up at the rocks as they fell and skipped towards me. A boy who had been a few years above me at school had taught me never to look up during a rock fall.“Why?Because a rock in your face is far less pleasant than a rock on your helmet,”he told us.“Face in,always face in.”I heard Toby,my partner on the mountain that day,shouting at me. I looked across. He was safe beneath an overhanging canopy of rock. I could not understand him. Then I felt a thump,and was tugged backwards and round,as though somebody had clamped a heavy hand on my shoulder and turned me to face them. A rock had hit the lid of my rucksack.I looked up again. A rock was heading down straight towards me. Instinctively,I leant backwards and arched my back out from the rock to try to protect my chest. What about my fingers,though,I thought:they'll be crushed flat if it hits them,and I'll never get down. Then I heard a crack directly in front of me,and a tug at my trousers,and a yell from Toby. “Are you all right?That went straight through you.”The rock had pitched in front of me, and passed through the hoop of my body,between my legs,missing me but snatching at my clothing as it went.Toby and I had spent the evening talking through the events of the morning:What if the big final stone hadn't leapt sideways,what if I'd been knocked off,would you have held me, would I have pulled you off?A more experienced mountaineer would probably have thought nothing of it.I knew I would not forget it.What is likely to be the meaning of“Cailloux”?A: Rocks are flying through the air.B: Rocks are falling.C: There are loose rocks on the ground ahead.D: There are rocks everywhere.
共用题干Narrow EscapeWe had left the hut too late that morning. When we stepped outside,the sky beyond the mountains to our east was already livid with colour. It meant the day would be a hot one,and the warmth would loosen rocks that were gripped by ice.As soon as we stepped out on to the face,it became obvious this was going to be an awkward route. The main problem was talus,the debris that collects on mountainsides. Talus is despised by mountaineers for two reasons. First,because it can easily be pushed off on to you by people climbing above. And second,because it makes every step you take insecure.For about 30 minutes we moved steadily up the face. The rock was in poor condition, shattered horizontally and mazed with cracks. When I tried to haul myself up on a block of it,it would pull out towards me,like a drawer opening. My hands became progressively wetter and colder. Then came a shout.“Cailloux!Cailloux!”I heard yelled from above,in a female voice. The words echoed down towards us. I looked up to see where they had come from.There were just two rocks at first,leaping and bounding down the face towards us,once cannoning off each other in mid-air. And then the air above suddenly seemed alive with falling rocks,humming through the air and filling it with noise. Crack,went each one as it leapt off the rock face,then hum-hum-hum as it moved through the air,then crack again. The pause between the cracks lengthened each time,as the rocks gained momentum and jumped further and further. I continued to gaze up at the rocks as they fell and skipped towards me. A boy who had been a few years above me at school had taught me never to look up during a rock fall.“Why?Because a rock in your face is far less pleasant than a rock on your helmet,”he told us.“Face in,always face in.”I heard Toby,my partner on the mountain that day,shouting at me. I looked across. He was safe beneath an overhanging canopy of rock. I could not understand him. Then I felt a thump,and was tugged backwards and round,as though somebody had clamped a heavy hand on my shoulder and turned me to face them. A rock had hit the lid of my rucksack.I looked up again. A rock was heading down straight towards me. Instinctively,I leant backwards and arched my back out from the rock to try to protect my chest. What about my fingers,though,I thought:they'll be crushed flat if it hits them,and I'll never get down. Then I heard a crack directly in front of me,and a tug at my trousers,and a yell from Toby. “Are you all right?That went straight through you.”The rock had pitched in front of me, and passed through the hoop of my body,between my legs,missing me but snatching at my clothing as it went.Toby and I had spent the evening talking through the events of the morning:What if the big final stone hadn't leapt sideways,what if I'd been knocked off,would you have held me, would I have pulled you off?A more experienced mountaineer would probably have thought nothing of it.I knew I would not forget it.In what sense was Toby“safe”?A:The overhanging rock would protect him from falling rocks.B: He felt a hand on his shoulder.C: His rucksack was protected.D: He had hidden under a canopy.
共用题干Narrow EscapeWe had left the hut too late that morning. When we stepped outside,the sky beyond the mountains to our east was already livid with colour. It meant the day would be a hot one,and the warmth would loosen rocks that were gripped by ice.As soon as we stepped out on to the face,it became obvious this was going to be an awkward route. The main problem was talus,the debris that collects on mountainsides. Talus is despised by mountaineers for two reasons. First,because it can easily be pushed off on to you by people climbing above. And second,because it makes every step you take insecure.For about 30 minutes we moved steadily up the face. The rock was in poor condition, shattered horizontally and mazed with cracks. When I tried to haul myself up on a block of it,it would pull out towards me,like a drawer opening. My hands became progressively wetter and colder. Then came a shout.“Cailloux!Cailloux!”I heard yelled from above,in a female voice. The words echoed down towards us. I looked up to see where they had come from.There were just two rocks at first,leaping and bounding down the face towards us,once cannoning off each other in mid-air. And then the air above suddenly seemed alive with falling rocks,humming through the air and filling it with noise. Crack,went each one as it leapt off the rock face,then hum-hum-hum as it moved through the air,then crack again. The pause between the cracks lengthened each time,as the rocks gained momentum and jumped further and further. I continued to gaze up at the rocks as they fell and skipped towards me. A boy who had been a few years above me at school had taught me never to look up during a rock fall.“Why?Because a rock in your face is far less pleasant than a rock on your helmet,”he told us.“Face in,always face in.”I heard Toby,my partner on the mountain that day,shouting at me. I looked across. He was safe beneath an overhanging canopy of rock. I could not understand him. Then I felt a thump,and was tugged backwards and round,as though somebody had clamped a heavy hand on my shoulder and turned me to face them. A rock had hit the lid of my rucksack.I looked up again. A rock was heading down straight towards me. Instinctively,I leant backwards and arched my back out from the rock to try to protect my chest. What about my fingers,though,I thought:they'll be crushed flat if it hits them,and I'll never get down. Then I heard a crack directly in front of me,and a tug at my trousers,and a yell from Toby. “Are you all right?That went straight through you.”The rock had pitched in front of me, and passed through the hoop of my body,between my legs,missing me but snatching at my clothing as it went.Toby and I had spent the evening talking through the events of the morning:What if the big final stone hadn't leapt sideways,what if I'd been knocked off,would you have held me, would I have pulled you off?A more experienced mountaineer would probably have thought nothing of it.I knew I would not forget it.The first reason given to explain why mountaineers hate talus is______.A: that climbers above you might cause it to fall on youB: that it allows people climbing above you to push offC: that it makes people climbing above you feel insecureD: that it can cause other people to push you off the mountain
共用题干第三篇Sleepless at NightIt was a normal summer night.Humidity（湿气）hung in the thick air.I couldn't go to sleep,partly because of my cold and partly because of my expectations for the next day.My mum had said that tomorrow was going to be a surprise.Sweat stuck to my aching body.Finally,I gathered enough strength to sit up.I looked out of my small window into the night.There was a big bright moon hanging in the sky, giving off a magic light.I couldn't stand the pressure anymore,so I did what I always do to make myself feel better.I went to the bathroom and picked up my toothbrush and toothpaste.I cleaned my teeth as if there was no tomorrow.Back and forth,up and down.Then I walked downstairs to look for some signs of movement,some life.Gladiator, my cat , frightened me as he meowed（喵喵地唱出）his sad song.He was on the old orange couch（长沙发）,sifting up on his front legs,waiting for something to happen.He looked at me as if to say, "I'm lonely, pet me.I need a good hug（紧抱）."Even the couch begged me to sit on it.In one movement I settled down onto the soft couch.This couch represented my parents' marriage,my birth,and hundreds of other little events.As I held Gladiator,my heart started beating heavily.My mind was flooded with questions:What's life?Am I really alive?Are you listening to me?Every time I moved my hand down Gladiator's body,I had a new thought;each touch sang a different song.I forgot all about the heat and the next day's surprise.The atmosphere was so full of warmth and silence that I sank into its arms.Falling asleep with the big cat in my arms,I felt all my worries slowly move away.The author brushed his teeth over and overA:to relieve himself of the pressure.B:to ease his toothache.C:to shake off the cold.D:to remove the dirt.
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.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
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.____13____A.usually B.obviouslyC.accidentally D.finally
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.____29____A.exciting B.hopeful C.favorite D.right
共用题干第一篇Sleepless at NightIt was a normal summer night.Humidity（湿气）hung in the thick air.I couldn't go to sleep,partly because of my cold and partly because of my expectations for the next day.My mum had said that tomorrow was going to be a surprise.Sweat stuck to my aching body.Finally,I gathered enough strength to sit up.I looked out of my small window into the night.There was a big bright moon hanging in the sky, giving off a magic glow.I couldn't stand the pressure anymore,so I did what I always do to make myself feel better.I went to the bathroom and picked up my toothbrush and toothpaste.I cleaned my teeth as if there was no tomorrow.Back and forth,up and down.Then I walked downstairs to look for some signs of movement,some life.Gladiator, my cat , frightened me as he meowed（喵喵地唱出）his sad song.He was on the old orange couch（长沙发）,sitting up on his front legs, waiting for something to happen.He looked at me as if to say, " I'm lonely, pet me.I need a good hug（紧抱）."Even the couch begged me to sit on it.In one movement I settled down onto the soft couch.This couch represented my parents' marriage,my birth,and hundreds of other little events.As I held Gladiator,my heart started beating heavily.My mind was flooded with questions:What's life?Am I really alive?Are you listening to me?Every time I moved my hand down Gladiator's body,I had a new thought;each touch sang a different song.I forgot all about the heat and the next day's surprise.The atmosphere was so full of warmth and silence that I sank into its arms.Falling asleep with the big cat in my arms,I felt all my worries slowly move away.Gladiator was the name ofA:a movie.B:a pet.C:a couch.D:a song.
I was busy with my paper when I heard someone（）in the room above.Amoving onBmoving offCmoving upDmove about
What would you like to have, meat or fish?（）A、Either will doB、Yes, I like meatC、Yes, I like fishD、No, they are not my favorite
问答题Practice 1 Directions: Read the text below. Write an essay in about 120 words, in which you should summarize the key points of the text and make comments on them. Try to use your own words. I was driving home the other day on a sunny afternoon. I had a smile on my face as I sang along to the songs on the radio. It was such a beautiful day that I felt full of happiness. My good mood ended, however, when the radio station took a news break between songs. Then suddenly I found myself listening to yet another story of a rich famous man who had broken the law. I shook my head as I came to a red traffic light. As I pulled to a stop I noticed four leather-jacketed bikers. They were standing in the middle of the road with two on either side of the light. They looked rough and dangerous, but as I got closer I noticed each one was holding their helmet in their hands. I rolled down my window as one approached my car. “We are the Brother of the wheel,” he said. “We are collecting money for Christmas Toy Drive for needy children.” As I pulled a dollar out of my wallet I looked past his beard and into his eyes. They shined with goodness and kindness that came right from his soul. I dropped the money in his helmet and waved to the other bikers as I drove off. My good mood had returned. My faith in mankind had been strengthened. And I remembered once again never to judge people by their appearance.
单选题His latest piece of work was（）by a song he heard on the radio.AreleasedBinspiredCassessedDcomposed
单选题What would you like to have, meat or fish?（）AEither will doBYes, I like meatCYes, I like fishDNo, they are not my favorite
问答题Practice 4 Today I have read The Tempest ...Among the many reasons, which make me glad to have been born in England, one of the first is that I read Shakespeare in my mother tongue. If I try to imagine myself as one who cannot know him face to face, who hears him only speaking from afar, and that in accents which only through the labouring intelligence can touch the living soul, there comes upon me a sense of chili discouragement, of dreary deprivation. I am wont to think that I can read Homer, and, assuredly, if any man enjoys him, it is I; but can I for a moment dream that Homer yields me all his music, that his word is to me as to him who walked by the Hellenic shore when Hellas lived? I know that there reaches me across the vast of time no more than a faint and broken echo; I know that it would be fainter still, but for its blending with those memories of youth which are as a glimmer of the world’s primeval glory. Let every land have joy of its poet; for the poet is the land itself, all its greatness and its sweetness, all that incommunicable heritage for which men live and die. As I close the book, love and reverence possess me. Whether does my full heart turn to the great Enchanter, or to the Island upon which he has laid his spell? I know not. I cannot think of them apart. In the love and reverence awakened by that voice of voices, Shakespeare and England are but one. (George Gissing: Shakespeare’s Island)
单选题One of my favorite hotels is the Hermitage Hotel on New Zealand’s South Island which I came across______ when I was climbing.Athrough accidentBfor opportunityCon occasionDby chance
问答题Practice 1 Directions: Read the texts from a newspaper article in which five people talk about where they played when they were children. For questions 1 to 5, match the name of each people (1 to 5) to one of the statements (A to G) given below. Mark your answers on ANSWER SHEET 1. Peter: My favorite childhood play area was the back garden. Back in the days when I was growing up on a large housing estate, the ‘goals’ would be a pair of garage doors or two jackets laid out in the garden. I would spend hours kicking a ball about with my dad, learning how to control, dribble or kick it. Simon： The playground was quite small The floor was covered with flat bricks and there were many that were cracked or broken or missing, and a few weeds struggled through. It was totally enclosed on one side by the school and on the other by high brick walls. It was more like a prison yard--on top of the walls was a layer of concrete into which pieces of broken glass had been stuck. After school was finished my friends and I would climb a lamppost outside the school and sit on top of the wall, slowly breaking off the bits of glass. Alan: I come from an area of terraced houses, pavements and streets. There were no gardens. My first school was Prince’s Street Primary and the room in which I received my first lessons had large, folding glass doors that opened onto a small playground that had grass, bushes and flowers. My amazement at seeing these items, which are normal to most of the world, has stayed with me all my life. Nick： I was strictly forbidden from the obvious playground--a long, overgrown ditch running through waste ground, mainly built to take away the rain. It was irresistible to us local schoolchildren. Its charm, compared with the surrounding tennis courts, football pitches and farmland, was purely because it was out of bounds. That area was truly where I grew up, more than in the rest of the little town’s correct and neat suburbia, where my house was. Julle: Unitl I was twelve I was brought up on airforce camps and each camp had a small playground in the middle of the houses. It was always a great meeting place and I remember sitting with my friends on the swings many evenings until dark. You would often go out and swing for hours until someone else came out. I always liked swinging. Now match each of the people (1 to 5) to the appropriate statement. Note: there are two extra statements. Statements
单选题Do you know ______ I saw yesterday? It was my favorite star, Jackie!AwhomBwhenCwhereDhow