Now and again I have had horrible dreams, but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could never understand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much more astonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or at least more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning. I have never understood this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer and confusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life has its interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there and you had it. "If there were dreams to sell," Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay?" I cannot say off hand, but certainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. In the author′ s opinion, we should thank a dream because__________.A.it makes us enjoy a different lifeB.we can avoid terrible things in real lifeC.we can experience various emotions in dreamsD.it can help us regain the innocent moments of life
Now and again I have had horrible dreams, but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could never understand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much more astonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or at least more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning.
I have never understood this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer and confusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life has its interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there and you had it.
"If there were dreams to sell," Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay?" I cannot say off hand, but certainly the price would be rather more than I could afford.
In the author′ s opinion, we should thank a dream because__________.
I have never understood this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer and confusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life has its interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there and you had it.
"If there were dreams to sell," Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay?" I cannot say off hand, but certainly the price would be rather more than I could afford.
In the author′ s opinion, we should thank a dream because__________.
A.it makes us enjoy a different life
B.we can avoid terrible things in real life
C.we can experience various emotions in dreams
D.it can help us regain the innocent moments of life
B.we can avoid terrible things in real life
C.we can experience various emotions in dreams
D.it can help us regain the innocent moments of life
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解析：推断题。根据第二段的倒数第四句话“silly or wise，terrible or excellent，it is a further helping of experience，a bonus after dark，another slice of life cut differently，for which，it seems to me，we are never sufficiently grateful．"可知．我们应该感激梦是因为它使我们体验了另一种不同的生活，故选A。
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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
If I lived on a desert island, I wouldn’t be bored or lonely. I prefer being on my own, and I think I’d enjoy that. I’d make my own entertainment. If I had a pen and some paper, I’d write a novel. I’ve always wanted to do that, but I’ve never had time. If I didn have to go to work, I抎 have lots of time, wouldn I? I be happy to leave my job as I don like my bossshe always complaining. If I had some tools, I have a garden and grow my own food. I quite good at gardening and really enjoy working outside. I grow lots of vegetables and fruit. I eat fish if I could catch them. I haven抰 been fishing since I was a child, but I抦 sure I could remember how to do it. I wouldn抰 miss watching television or driving my car. The programmes are all boring, and the roads are too busy these days. I’d miss my family and friends, but I think I’d be happier than I am now!(1). I wouldn’t be bored or lonely if I lived on a desert island.A、 RightB、Wrong(2). I’ve never had time to read a novel.A、 RightB、Wrong(3). I would grow my own food.A、 RightB、Wrong(4). I won’t remember how to fish.A、 RightB、Wrong(5).I would miss TV.A、 RightB、Wrong
根据文章，回答 60～63 问题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 ,tony 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．”第5题：According to the passage，the little girl got from her brother．（ ）A．the wool snow pants and the jacketB．the jacket and the bootsC．the jacket and the hatD．the boots and the gloves
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
“Mom, can I have some money?" those are the words my mother used to hear all the time.In return, I heard, "Why don' t you get a job? Not to make me happy, but so that you h ve you own money and gain a bit more responsibility.So last year I a Job working about 25 hours a week.For 35 an hour, working as a salesman in a photo studio.After I got this job, I had to do football, homework and job (1)It was really hard for me.I was burning out, falling asleep at school and failing in many courses.My teachers were made(2)me and ye led at me: why have a job? I missed a lot of practice in football team and could only (3)back down at the match.My coach was cold at me with an unmasked question: why have a job? I told them it was for the things I need, when actually it was for the things I wanted.Needing and wanting are different.Needing something is like your only shoes have holes in them.But wanting is to have every new brand sneaker just because you like it.I start to think about if I did a wrong thing.Slowly, I learnt to (4) wise decision (5)about what I need and what I want.(完型填空)A.OnB.ManageC.SitD.AtE.At the same time
—Would you like to have some biscuits?—_________________ A.Yes. I’m full now.B.But the price is high.C.Yes, thank you. They are my favorite.D.Yes, I’d like some soup.
If I had known my life was going to() like this, I would have let them kill me. A、turn outB、turn downC、turn upD、turn in
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
Now and again I have had horrible dreams, but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could never understand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much more astonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or at least more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning. I have never understood this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer and confusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life has its interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there and you had it. "If there were dreams to sell," Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay?" I cannot say off hand, but certainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. The advantageous aspect of dreams lies in ____________.A.the short moments it has relieved people from the burden of lifeB.experiencing the impossible or unrealistic, even broken parts of lifeC.the refreshing power it endows people when they wake up in the morningD.the mystery it brings when in dream people can predict their future
Now and again I have had horrible dreams, but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could never understand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much more astonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or at least more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning. I have never understood this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer and confusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life has its interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there and you had it. "If there were dreams to sell," Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay?" I cannot say off hand, but certainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. According to the author, most Western Europeans____________.A.have ignored the important aspects of dreamsB.don't know how to enjoy life in their dreamsC.value dreams very highlyD.think of sneezing when thinking of dreams
Now and again I have had horrible dreams, but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could never understand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much more astonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or at least more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning. I have never understood this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer and confusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life has its interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there and you had it. "If there were dreams to sell," Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay?" I cannot say off hand, but certainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. when the author was young, he thought that ____________.A.by dreaming people could live a better life indeedB.he was puzzled by the mysterious quality of dreamsC.it was astonishing that adults loved holidays so muchD.it was a pity that adults could not enjoy dreams
Now and again I have had horrible dreams, but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could never understand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much more astonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or at least more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning. I have never understood this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer and confusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life has its interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there and you had it. "If there were dreams to sell," Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay?" I cannot say off hand, but certainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. What can be inferred from the author′ s answer to Beddoes’ question?A.Dreams may be manufactured and sold in the near future.B.The price of a dream is ridiculously higher than expected.C.People are silly if they set a high value on dreams.D.The value of dreams is greater than we’ve imagined.
根据以下材料，回答题Now and again I have had horrible dreams,but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, Ilike the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by somequeer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could neverunderstand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such afuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who saythey never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much moreastonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or atleast more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of theirlives.They appear to see it as an irritatinglittle habit, like sneezing or yawning.I have never understood this. My dream lifedoes not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far lessof it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continentsadded to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any momentbetween midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer andconfusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The deadare there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken andconfused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tellsus, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is oftenovershadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packedand trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are notas dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smithmerge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woodsoutside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theaterbalcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world thatare worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life hasits interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals,a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether,that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, itis a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of lifecut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful.Only a dream! Why only It was there and you had it."If there were dreams to sell,"Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay " I cannot say off hand, butcertainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. The advantageous aspect of dreams liesin ________.查看材料A.the short moments it has relieved peoplefrom the burden of lifeB.experiencing the impossible orunrealistic, even broken parts of lifeC.the refreshing power it endows peoplewhen they wake up in the morningD.the mystery it brings when in dreampeople can predict their future
根据以下材料，回答题Now and again I have had horrible dreams,but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, Ilike the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by somequeer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could neverunderstand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such afuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who saythey never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much moreastonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or atleast more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of theirlives.They appear to see it as an irritatinglittle habit, like sneezing or yawning.I have never understood this. My dream lifedoes not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far lessof it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continentsadded to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any momentbetween midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer andconfusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The deadare there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken andconfused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tellsus, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is oftenovershadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packedand trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are notas dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smithmerge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woodsoutside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theaterbalcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world thatare worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life hasits interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals,a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether,that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, itis a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of lifecut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful.Only a dream! Why only It was there and you had it."If there were dreams to sell,"Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay " I cannot say off hand, butcertainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. When the author was young, hethought that ________________.查看材料A.by dreaming people could live a betterlife indeedB.he was puzzled by the mysterious qualityof dreamsC.it was astonishing that adults lovedholidays so muchD.it was a pity that adults could not enjoydreams
根据以下材料，回答题Now and again I have had horrible dreams,but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, Ilike the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by somequeer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could neverunderstand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such afuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who saythey never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much moreastonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or atleast more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of theirlives.They appear to see it as an irritatinglittle habit, like sneezing or yawning.I have never understood this. My dream lifedoes not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far lessof it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continentsadded to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any momentbetween midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer andconfusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The deadare there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken andconfused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tellsus, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is oftenovershadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packedand trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are notas dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smithmerge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woodsoutside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theaterbalcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world thatare worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life hasits interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals,a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether,that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, itis a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of lifecut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful.Only a dream! Why only It was there and you had it."If there were dreams to sell,"Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay " I cannot say off hand, butcertainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. In the author′s opinion, we should thanka dream because ________.查看材料A.it makes us enjoy a different lifeB.we can avoid terrible things in real lifeC.we can experience various emotions indreamsD.it can help us regain the innocentmoments of life
根据以下材料，回答题Now and again I have had horrible dreams,but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, Ilike the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by somequeer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could neverunderstand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such afuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who saythey never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much moreastonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or atleast more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of theirlives.They appear to see it as an irritatinglittle habit, like sneezing or yawning.I have never understood this. My dream lifedoes not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far lessof it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continentsadded to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any momentbetween midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer andconfusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The deadare there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken andconfused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tellsus, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is oftenovershadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packedand trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are notas dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smithmerge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woodsoutside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theaterbalcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world thatare worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life hasits interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals,a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether,that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, itis a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of lifecut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful.Only a dream! Why only It was there and you had it."If there were dreams to sell,"Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay " I cannot say off hand, butcertainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. According to the author, most WesternEuropeans ________.查看材料A.have ignored the important aspects ofdreamsB.don't know how to enjoy life in theirdreamsC.value dreams very highlyD.think of sneezing when thinking of dreams
根据以下材料，回答题Now and again I have had horrible dreams,but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, Ilike the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by somequeer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could neverunderstand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such afuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who saythey never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much moreastonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people or atleast more Western Europeans do not seem to accept dreaming as part of theirlives.They appear to see it as an irritatinglittle habit, like sneezing or yawning.I have never understood this. My dream lifedoes not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far lessof it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continentsadded to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any momentbetween midnight and breakfast. Then again, the dream life, though queer andconfusing and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The deadare there, smiling and talking. The part is there, sometimes all broken andconfused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tellsus, the future is there too, winking at us. This dream life is oftenovershadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packedand trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are notas dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smithmerge into one person while Robinson splits into two, and there are thick woodsoutside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theaterbalcony; and there are moments of loneliness or terror in the dream world thatare worse than anything we have known under the sun. Yet this other life hasits interests, its happiness, its satisfactions, and at certain rare intervals,a serene glow or a sudden joy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether,that we cannot match with open eyes. Silly or wise, terrible or excellent, itis a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of lifecut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful.Only a dream! Why only It was there and you had it."If there were dreams to sell,"Beddoes inquires, "What would you pay " I cannot say off hand, butcertainly the price would be rather more than I could afford. What can be inferred from the author′sanswer to Beddoes′ question 查看材料A.Dreams may be manufactured and sold inthe near future.B.The price of a dream is ridiculouslyhigher than expected.C.People are silly if they set a high valueon dreams.D.The value of dreams is greater than we'veimagined.
问答题以下片段选自某课堂实录： Betty: Darling, what are you going to do at the weekend? What are your plans? Jimmy: On Saturday morning, I’m going to check my e-mail and then I’m going to do my homework. In the afternoon, I’m going to have a piano lesson. Betty: I’m going to buy some clothes on Saturday afternoon. Jimmy: On Saturday evening, I’m going to a party at a friend’s home. We’re going to listen to some music. Would you like to come? Betty: Yes, that’s a good idea. Jimmy: What are you going to do on Sunday? Betty: I’m going to stay in bed in the morning. Then I’m going to revise for my test. What about you? Jimmy: I’m going to get up early and then I’m going to play table tennis with some friends. In the afternoon, I’m going to meet Kelly and Peter in the park and we’re going to have a picnic. And you are going to come, too! Betty: Am I? Great! 问题： （1）分析教学片段中体现的听力目标。 （2）课堂教学中听力活动的组织应该注意什么？
单选题I ______ have watched that movie—it’ll give me horrible dreams.Ashouldn’tBneedn’tCcouldn’tDmustn’t
单选题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10处填上正确答案（）AlivingBcultivatingCreclaimingDexploring
单选题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8处填上正确答案（）AgrewBwas growingCgrowDgrown
单选题—I thought you were going to call on me last night. —Sorry, I would have, ______Abut I had to finish my homeworkBbut 1 would call you as soon as possibleCI thought you were thereDyou would have taken me there