She had just finished her homework her mother asked her to practice playing the piano yesterday.A. when B. while C. after D. since
She had just finished her homework her mother asked her to practice playing the piano yesterday.
A. when B. while C. after D. since
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Mary has just returned to the USA after studying in England for three years. She decided to study at a British university rather than an American one because her mother is from England and she wanted to get to know her mother抯 family better. She studied English Literature at Goldsmiths?College, which is in London. She lived with her grandmother while she was studying. The college was recommended by a friend抯 brother who had studied in England for his MBA. Mary told her friends that she was going to return to Europe to work because she had enjoyed her time in England so much.(1). Mary is now in ().A、 EnglandB、FranceC、the USA(2). She studied at () university.A、a ChineseB、an AmericanC、a British(3). Most probably, her grandmother ().A、 worked in the collegeB、lived in LondonC、studied English Literature(4). Her friend’s brother recommended her to ().A、 study in the collegeB、study for her MBAC、work for his company(5). Mary would return to Europe to ().A、 studyB、spend her holidayC、work
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Mary has just returned to the USA after studying in England far three years. She decided to study at a British university rather than an American one because her mother is from England and she wanted to get to know her mother，s family better. She studied English Literature at Goldsmiths’College，which is in London. She lived with her grandmother while she was studying. The college was recommended by a friend's brotherwho had studied in England for his MBA. Mary told her friends that she was going to return to Europe to work because she had enjoyed her time in England so much.1. Mary is now in___A.EnglandB.the USAC.France2. She studied at___untverstty.A.a BritishB.an AmericanC.a Chinese3. Mast probably, her grandmother_________A. worked in the collegeB. studied English LiteratureC. lived in London4. Her friend's brother recommended her to________A. study for her MBAB. study in the collegeC. work for his company5. Mary would return to Europe to_.A. studyB. spend her holidayC. work
The mother whale failed to help her baby because__________.A. she had stayed in the polluted water for too longB. the whirlpools she had made were not big enoughC. she had no other whales around to tutu to for helpD. the waves pushed her baby in the wrong direction
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
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
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 word "gulf" in the passage means _______A.deep understanding between the old and the youngB.different ideas between the mother and the daughterC.free talks between mother and daughterD.part of the sea going far in land
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.
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.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired.Here"it"refers to__________A.hating dirtB.cleaning everythingC.waiting for the manD.feeling ashamed of the dirty and untidy house
All the housewives who went to the new supermarket had one great amhition:to De the lucky?customer who did not have to pay for her shopping.For this was what the notice just inside the?entrance promised.It said:"Remember,once a week,one of our customers gets free goods.This?May Be Your Lucky Day!"For several weeks Mrs.Edwards hoped,like ninny of her friends,to be the lucky customer.Unlike her friends,she never gave up hoping.The cupboards in kitchen were full of things which?she did not need.Her husband tried to advise her against buying things but failed.She dreamed of?the day when the manager of the supermarket would approach her and say:"Madam,this is Your Lucky Day.Everything in your basket is free."One Friday morning,after she had finished her shopping and had taken it to her car,she found that she had forgotten to buy any tea.She dashed back to the supermarket,got the tea and went towards the cash-desk.As she did so,she saw the manager of the supermarket approach her."Madam,"he said,holding out his hand,"I want to congratulate you!You are our lucky customer and everything you have in your basket is free!"Mrs.Edwards went back to the supermarket quickly because she had to__A.buy another thingB.talk to the managerC.pay for her shoppingD.find her shopping
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
Mary forgot（）a letter to her mother, so she wrote to her just now.AwritingBto writeChaving wroteDto have written
Mary forgot（）a letter to her mother, so she wrote to her just now.AwritingBto writeCto have written
Mary forgot（）a letter to her mother, so she wrote to her just now.A、writingB、to writeC、having wroteD、to have written
单选题She had just finished her homework ______ her mother asked her to practise playing the piano yesterday.AwhenBwhileCafterDsince
单选题She likes playing ______ piano; her brother likes playing basketball.Athe; aBa; theC/; theDthe; /
单选题Mary forgot（）a letter to her mother, so she wrote to her just now.AwritingBto writeChaving wroteDto have written
单选题Mary forgot（）a letter to her mother, so she wrote to her just now.AwritingBto writeCto have written
问答题Practice 7 When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants. And as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all.