After shopping, Mother and I went to a restaurant for lunch. I notice Mother looking at anearby table occupy by an elderly woman and young couple. They are silently, and it was clearlythat things were not going well. As we left, Mother stopped on their table. “Excuse me,” she said,put her arm around the unhappy old woman. “You remind me so many of my mother. May I hug ”(拥抱) you?” The woman smiled happily as she accepted to it. After we left, I said, “That wasvery nice of you, Mother. So I didn’t think she looked like Grandma.” “Neither did me.” saidMother cheerfully.
After shopping, Mother and I went to a restaurant for lunch. I notice Mother looking at a
nearby table occupy by an elderly woman and young couple. They are silently, and it was clearly
that things were not going well. As we left, Mother stopped on their table. “Excuse me,” she said,
put her arm around the unhappy old woman. “You remind me so many of my mother. May I hug ”
(拥抱) you?” The woman smiled happily as she accepted to it. After we left, I said, “That was
very nice of you, Mother. So I didn’t think she looked like Grandma.” “Neither did me.” said
Mother cheerfully.
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B） 完形填空（共10小题，计10分）通读下面的短文，掌握其大意，然后从各题所给的A、B、C 3个选项中，选出1个最佳答案。When I had something difficult to do， I used to ask my mother for help. But she always said， “Do it yourself， dear.” I was not 11 at all. I thought she was the12 mother in the world!For example， one day， I decided to 13 some friends to my home. My bedroom was not in order. Books were everywhere. And I didn’t make the bed. I asked my 14 to help me clean it， 15 she still said， “Do it yourself， girl.”Because of my “lazy mother”， I have to 16 my clothes and clean my room. I have to help my parents 17 I even have to go to the dentist by myself. It is really hard for me to do everything well， but I have learned 18 .As time goes by， I understand my mother. She makes me clever and diligent (勤奋的)19 a great mother! A 20 mother is worth（等值于） one hundred teachers! Don’t you think so?11._________. A. old B. glad C. thin
I am Carlos. I am from America, but I love Italian food. I have to take the orders and serve the food. I have two free evenings a week. But I always have to work on Friday and Saturday evenings when the restaurant is busy. The wages are not good, but I am nice to customers so I get a lot of tips. I am permanent so I get holiday pay --- three weeks a year. I go back to America and I see my family. There I don't have to serve food --- my mother serves me!(1). Carlos is a ().A、 big restaurant ownerB、chefC、waiter(2). Carlos loves () food.A、 ItalianB、BritishC、American(3). Carlos works ().A、 in the daytimeB、in the eveningsC、at lunchtime(4). The restaurant is usually busy ().A、on Friday and Saturday afternoonsB、on Friday and Saturday eveningsC、every day(5). Carlos gets ().A、 holiday payB、no tips from the customersC、good wages
—I’dlike to know______. —At 6: 30. A.when does your mother usuallycookbreakfastB.how your mother usually cooksbreakfastC.when your mother usually cooksbreakfastD.how does your mother usually cookbreakfast
第一节：短文改错（共10小题；每小题1分，满分10分）下面短文中有10处语言错误。请在有错误的地方增加、删除或修改某个单词。After shopping, Mother and I went a restaurant for lunch. I notice Mother looking at the nearby table occupy by an elderly woman and young couple. They ate silently, and it was clearly that things were not going well. As we left,Mother stopped on their table. “Excuse me,” she said, put her arm around the unhappy old woman. “You remind me so many of my mother. May I hug you?” the woman smiled happily as she accepted to it. After we left, she said, “that was very nice of you, Mother. So I didn’t think she looked like Grandma.”, “Neither did me,” said Mother carefully.
BI usually wake up(醒来) early in the morning． Then I get up and get dressed． I eat breakfast at seven． I have bread and milk for breakfast． I leave home at about seven thirty． I don-t like to be late for school．I have many classes in the morning ． At about twelve， I come home for lunch． In the afternoon， I am 'not so busy． After school， I do my homework and play with other children．At five thirty， my father and mother come back from work． We have supper．After that， we read newspapers(报纸) or listen to the radio for a little while(一会儿)．Sometimes we watch TV． I go to bed at nine． But my father often works late at night．He goes to bed at midnight(半夜)．26． What do you have for breakfast?
Philip: Mother, I feel like another five minutes' sleep.Mother: ________Get dressed.A、Fast!B、Hello!C、Come on!D、Anyway.
It's Sunday morning． Eli and her mother (11) to do the shopping． Her mother wants to buy some food for lunch． Eli wants to buy a new T-shirt and some school things． They come to a new shop．"What does your shop sell? Eli asks． "A lot of things，"says (12) in the shop．"You can buy food，drinks， clothes in our shop and school things， too．Eli and her mother go in． There are lots of people in the shop． Eli wants a T-shirt．" (13) do you want? ask the girl in the shop．" T-shirt． ""Have a look (14) this one． lt-s nice．"How much is the T-shirt?"" (15) eighty yuan．"That's too expensive． Can I find a cheap one?""What about the green one? It (16) nice． And it's(17) thirty yuan．"OK， I’II take it．(18) a lot．" You ’re welcome．After that， Eli buys some school things， too．(19) mother buys a lot of food， like bread， cakes， meat and fish．(20) get home very late．( )11．A．goingB．goC．wantsD．walks
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
Jim was a greedy boy.He enjoyed having good food.One day when he came to have breakfast,he found there was only bread and gruel(麦片粥).So he didn′t want to have any.Then he thought out a plan to fool his mother and get something good to eat.He put his hands on his stomach and said,"I′ve got a stomachache,Mum,and I don′t want any breakfast now."His mother said,"I′m sorry to hear that.Go to Doctor Jones and he will give you some medicine.You know his house."Then she gave Jim some money and let him go by bus.Jim got off the bus after five minutes′fide.He didn′t go to seeDr.Jones.He went into a shop and bought some pieces of cakes.Jim was eating the cakes on his way back home.When he got home,his mother asked him,"What did Dr.Jones say,my boy?"Jim answered,"He said good food is better than any medicine for my stomachache.So I went and bought some cakes instead of buying medicine."Now Jim′s mother knew what Jim′s stomachache meant.That day Dr.JonesA.gave Jim some medicineB.went to see JimC.didn't meet Jim at allD.advised Jim to buy some cakes
Jim was a greedy boy.He enjoyed having good food.One day when he came to have breakfast,he found there was only bread and gruel(麦片粥).So he didn′t want to have any.Then he thought out a plan to fool his mother and get something good to eat.He put his hands on his stomach and said,"I′ve got a stomachache,Mum,and I don′t want any breakfast now."His mother said,"I′m sorry to hear that.Go to Doctor Jones and he will give you some medicine.You know his house."Then she gave Jim some money and let him go by bus.Jim got off the bus after five minutes′fide.He didn′t go to seeDr.Jones.He went into a shop and bought some pieces of cakes.Jim was eating the cakes on his way back home.When he got home,his mother asked him,"What did Dr.Jones say,my boy?"Jim answered,"He said good food is better than any medicine for my stomachache.So I went and bought some cakes instead of buying medicine."Now Jim′s mother knew what Jim′s stomachache meant.Jim is a boy marked by hisA.clevernessB.honestyC.greedD.naughtiness
Jim was a greedy boy.He enjoyed having good food.One day when he came to have breakfast,he found there was only bread and gruel(麦片粥).So he didn′t want to have any.Then he thought out a plan to fool his mother and get something good to eat.He put his hands on his stomach and said,"I′ve got a stomachache,Mum,and I don′t want any breakfast now."His mother said,"I′m sorry to hear that.Go to Doctor Jones and he will give you some medicine.You know his house."Then she gave Jim some money and let him go by bus.Jim got off the bus after five minutes′fide.He didn′t go to seeDr.Jones.He went into a shop and bought some pieces of cakes.Jim was eating the cakes on his way back home.When he got home,his mother asked him,"What did Dr.Jones say,my boy?"Jim answered,"He said good food is better than any medicine for my stomachache.So I went and bought some cakes instead of buying medicine."Now Jim′s mother knew what Jim′s stomachache meant.What did Jim′s mother give him for the breakfast that day?A.Bread.B.Cake.C.Gruel.D.Both A and C.
单选题Mother:______ Daughter: Oh, I don’t know. Anything will do. Mother: You keep saying that. But I’ve run out of ideas. Daughter: It’s your job to come up with the menus, so get on with it. Mother:______ Daughter: Actually, I would like champagne, caviar, lobster soup, and to finish, a fresh melon. Mother: That’s fine. I’ll cook, but you pay.AWhere shall we have our lunch? ; What do you mean?BLet’s have breakfast at home. Quite right!CWhat shall we have for dinner? I’m really at a loss.DHow many dishes do you want? I’ll try my best.
单选题I am used to read the paper after lunch. That's one of the things I really enjoy.Aam usedBreadCThat'sDenjoy
单选题—You look unhappy, John. ______?—Well, I found my mother looking through my mobile phone yesterday.AYou want to restBWhat’s wrongCHow do you do
单选题—I don’t know ______.—Because he has to look after his mother.Awhy he is leavingBwhy is he leavingCwhether he is leavingDwhether is he leaving