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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
She is of(). A、the age as old as my motherB、the same age as my mother'sC、the same old as my motherD、the same age as my mother
Though I am always free on Sundays. I seldom watch television. _________.A． So does my sisterB． My sister doesn'tC． My sister is tooD． Nor does my sister
--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
第一节 阅读理解（共15小题；每小2分，满分30分）阅读下列短文，从每题所给的A、B、C和D项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。When I was growing up in America, I was ashamed of my mother’s Chinese English. Because of her English, she was often treated unfairly. People in department stores, at banks, And at restaurants did not take her seriously ,did not give her good service ,pretended not to Understand her ,or even acted as if they did not hear her.My mother has realized the limitations of her English as well. When I was fifteen, she used to have me call people on phone to pretend I was she . I was forced to ask for information or even to yell at people who had been rude to her. One time I had to call her stockbroker (股票经纪人).I said in an adolescent voice that was not very convincing, “This is Mrs.Tan.”And my mother was standing beside me ,whispering loudly, “Why he don’t send me cheek already two week lone.”And then , in perfect English I said : “I’m getting rather concerned .You agreed to send the check two weeks ago, but it hasn’t arrived.”Then she talked more loudly. “What he want? I come to New York tell him front of his boss.” And so I turned to the stockbroker again, “I can’t tolerate any more excuse. If I don’t receive the check immediately , I am going to have to speak to your manager when I am in New York next week.”The next week we ended up in New York. While I was sitting there red-faced, my mother, the real Mrs.Tan, was shouting to his boss in her broken English.When I was a teenager, my mother’s broken English embarrassed me. But now, I see it differently. To me, my mother’s English is perfectly clear, perfectly natural. It is my mother tongue. Her language, as I hear it, is vivid, direct, and full of observation and wisdom. It was the language that helped shape the way I saw things, expressed ideas, and made sense of the world.41.Why was the author’s mother poorly served?A.She was unable to speak good English.B.She was often misunderstood.C.She was not clearly heard.D.She was not very polite.
BMy name is Tom Mallory． I'm English and I'm 13． I'm a student in Brookes School． I like music and sports very much． I can play twoinstruments :the violin and the piano． I can play them very well．I have two sisters． They are students， too． Our parents are from Ireland， but they live in London now． My mother is a teacher and my father is the manager of a small en-gineering company．( )26． Tom lives in________A．IrelandB．EnglandC．CanadaD．America
AI am Zhao Jie． I am a girl of ten． My favorite subject is English， because it's very interesting． And l like speaking English．I have a nice English teacher． Her name is Jiang Hong． She loves us very much．She is very strict with us， but we all like her． She likes playing basketball after class．She likes reading books very much． And she often tells us some funny stories．My favorite sports are swimming and dancing． I can-t play chess， but I want to join the chess club． My favorite animal is a lovely cat． Its name is Mimi It is white and black． It often stays under the chair，but now it is sleeping on the chair．根据短文内容，判断正(T)误(F) 。( )21． Zhao Jie's favorite subject is English．
A: Have you seen my camera? I can't find it.B: Just now I have seen it. You_____ have put it in the bag.A. mustB. wouldC. should
When you are little, the whole world feels like a big playground. I was living in Conyers, Georgia the summer it all happened. I was a second grader, but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade. Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie’s basement. As I opened the basement door, before us lay the biggest room, full of amazing things like guns, dolls, and old clothes. I ran downstairs, and spotted red steel can. It was paint. I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple, orange, blue and green.“Stephanie, I just found us a project for the day. Get some paintbrushes. We are fixing to paint.” She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work. We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our materials to my yard. There on the road in front of my house, we painted bit stripes (条纹) of colors across the pavement (人行道). Stripe by stripe, our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow. It was fantastic!The sun was starting to sink. I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car. It was my mother. I couldn’t wait to show her my masterpiece. The car pulled slowly into the driveway and from the look on my mother’s face, I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me. Her eyes glaring, she shouted, “What in the world were you thinking? I understood when you made castles out of leaves, and climbed the neighbors’ trees, but this! Come inside right now!” I stood there glaring hack at her for a minute, angry because she had insulted (侮辱) my art.“Now go clean it up!” Mother and I began cleaning the road. Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.Though years have now passed, I still wonder where my rainbow has gone. I wonder if, maybe when I get older, I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away. I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.41. What did the writer want to do when his mother came home?A. To introduce Stephanie to her.B. To prevent her from seeing his painting.C. To put the materials back in the yard.D. To show his artwork to her.
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′ t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV. 18 flowers to each other on Valentine′ s Day is even more 19 . One day, my mother was sewing a quilt(床罩). I 20 sat down beside her and looked at her. "Mom, is there love between you and Dad?" I asked her in a 21voice. My mother stopped and raised her head with 22 in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately. Then she 23 her head and continued to sew the quilt. At last my mother said: "Susan," she said, "Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and 25 . If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26 . It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it′ s really there. Love is 27 ." The next spring, my father suddenly got sick seriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale and it seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father had never been so 30 . Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these 31 the most beautiful picture in the world. "Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day. He said gently. 32 , I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply. 34 I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this 35 , I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. 第（21）题选A.loudB.lowC.gentleD.tender
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′ t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV. 18 flowers to each other on Valentine′ s Day is even more 19 . One day, my mother was sewing a quilt(床罩). I 20 sat down beside her and looked at her. "Mom, is there love between you and Dad?" I asked her in a 21voice. My mother stopped and raised her head with 22 in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately. Then she 23 her head and continued to sew the quilt. At last my mother said: "Susan," she said, "Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and 25 . If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26 . It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it′ s really there. Love is 27 ." The next spring, my father suddenly got sick seriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale and it seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father had never been so 30 . Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these 31 the most beautiful picture in the world. "Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day. He said gently. 32 , I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply. 34 I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this 35 , I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. 第（32）题选A.In other wordsB.To tell the truthC.In my opinionD.On the contrary
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′ t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV. 18 flowers to each other on Valentine′ s Day is even more 19 . One day, my mother was sewing a quilt(床罩). I 20 sat down beside her and looked at her. "Mom, is there love between you and Dad?" I asked her in a 21voice. My mother stopped and raised her head with 22 in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately. Then she 23 her head and continued to sew the quilt. At last my mother said: "Susan," she said, "Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and 25 . If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26 . It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it′ s really there. Love is 27 ." The next spring, my father suddenly got sick seriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale and it seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father had never been so 30 . Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these 31 the most beautiful picture in the world. "Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day. He said gently. 32 , I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply. 34 I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this 35 , I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. 第（26）题选A.needleB.clothC.threadD.sheet
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
Key James,Secretary of Health and Human Resources in the Virginia State government,loves to turn the tables on those who don't think it's possible to be middle-class,conservative,educated and still be truly black．Once,during an abortion debate,a woman in the audience angrily told James she was so middle-class she didn't have a clue about real African American life．"If you understood what these women go through,"the woman said,"you would realize that abortion is their only choice."James then asked the woman to consider a poor black mother on welfare．She already has four children and an alcoholic husband who has all but abandoned the family．Now she discovers another child is on the way．"How would you counsel that woman?"asked James."Have an abortion,"the woman responded．"That child would have a very poor quality of life.""I have a vested interest in your answer,"James said．"The woman I described was my mother．I was the fifth of six children born into poverty．And,in case you're interested,the quality of my life is just fine!"James'family led a__life when she was born.A.miserableB.happyC.well-offD.hardly
Key James,Secretary of Health and Human Resources in the Virginia State government,loves to turn the tables on those who don't think it's possible to be middle-class,conservative,educated and still be truly black．Once,during an abortion debate,a woman in the audience angrily told James she was so middle-class she didn't have a clue about real African American life．"If you understood what these women go through,"the woman said,"you would realize that abortion is their only choice."James then asked the woman to consider a poor black mother on welfare．She already has four children and an alcoholic husband who has all but abandoned the family．Now she discovers another child is on the way．"How would you counsel that woman?"asked James."Have an abortion,"the woman responded．"That child would have a very poor quality of life.""I have a vested interest in your answer,"James said．"The woman I described was my mother．I was the fifth of six children born into poverty．And,in case you're interested,the quality of my life is just fine!"James'father__.A.divorced his wifeB.liked to drinkC.deserted his familyD.B and C
Key James,Secretary of Health and Human Resources in the Virginia State government,loves to turn the tables on those who don't think it's possible to be middle-class,conservative,educated and still be truly black．Once,during an abortion debate,a woman in the audience angrily told James she was so middle-class she didn't have a clue about real African American life．"If you understood what these women go through,"the woman said,"you would realize that abortion is their only choice."James then asked the woman to consider a poor black mother on welfare．She already has four children and an alcoholic husband who has all but abandoned the family．Now she discovers another child is on the way．"How would you counsel that woman?"asked James."Have an abortion,"the woman responded．"That child would have a very poor quality of life.""I have a vested interest in your answer,"James said．"The woman I described was my mother．I was the fifth of six children born into poverty．And,in case you're interested,the quality of my life is just fine!"James'mother__.A.was educatedB.was conservativeC.was poorD.A and B
下列哪些选项是国际学术会议的开场语句？（）A、I am very pleased to have this opportunity to....B、First let me express my gratitudeC、Now after a short introduction I would like to read to the main part of my paper...D、The last part of my report will be devoted to....
填空题I’ll put forward my (suggest) ____ now so that he can have time to consider it before the meeting.
单选题I have seldom seen my mother ______ pleased with my progress as she is now.AsoBveryCtooDrather