下面每句都有一个标点符号错误，该用标点处未用标点或标点符号用错，改正错误或补写标点。 1.I don't know how to answer that question? 2.Don't forget to cross your ts. 3.Ouch I think I've broken my toe. 4.It was James' father not her mother,who visited her recently. 5.It is a dependable fool proof method. 6.Our company produces many fine products it has,in fact,a reputation for quality merchandise. 7.In the first quarter prices rose 5 per cent;in the second quarter,3 per cent and in the third 7 per-cent. 8.Frank Stanley,III will replace his grandfather,Frank Stanley,Sr.,as president of the company. 9.Stallions yield the highest prices;but mares can also be extremely expensive. 10.Help,Help!Someone has fallen into the river.
下面每句都有一个标点符号错误，该用标点处未用标点或标点符号用错，改正错误或补写标点。 1.I don't know how to answer that question? 2.Don't forget to cross your ts. 3.Ouch I think I've broken my toe. 4.It was James' father not her mother,who visited her recently. 5.It is a dependable fool proof method. 6.Our company produces many fine products it has,in fact,a reputation for quality merchandise. 7.In the first quarter prices rose 5 per cent;in the second quarter,3 per cent and in the third 7 per-cent. 8.Frank Stanley,III will replace his grandfather,Frank Stanley,Sr.,as president of the company. 9.Stallions yield the highest prices;but mares can also be extremely expensive. 10.Help,Help!Someone has fallen into the river.
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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.
请认真阅读下面对话，并根据各题所给首字母的提示，在答题卡上标有题号的横线上，写出一个英语单词的完整、正确形式，使对话通顺。K=Karen S=SelinaK: You’re late again.S: Sorry, but there was a traffic （76） j .K: It’s to ways the same excuse. Try to think of something better next time.S: But I’m telling the truth! There was an （77） a in the cross-harbor tunnel. I don’t think buy one. It is hurt but it （78） t the police over an hour to clear it. Anyway, how are you? You look a bit tired.K: Well, actually, I’ve been （79） q with my grandmother again. I feel sad because it is go （80） w , she blames me, even though it’s not my fault.S: What did your grandma say?K: her favorite expression is “Young people are not as well behaved as they （81） u to be,” She always complains that I don’t show her enough （82） r .S: Well, try and understand her. She can’t do all the things she did （83） w she was young. It must be very frustrating. Just think, one day we’ll be old…K; You’re right. I should be more （84） u . I think I’ll buy her a present and apologize.S: Right. Now you are feeling a bit better, it’s your turn to help me. Could you give me a hand with my maths homework?K: Maths again! Okay, girl can we find somewhere to （85） e first? I’m starving!
How long has your daughter been missing?().A. I miss my daughter a lot.B. We haven't seen each other for two months.C. About half an hour. I've been looking for her everywhere.
BI am a writer. I spend a great deal of my time thinking about the power of language—the way it can evoke(唤起) an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth. Language is the tool of my trade. And I use them all—all the Englishes I grew up with.Born into a Chinese family that had recently arrived in California, I’ve been giving more thought to the kind of English my mother speaks. Like others, I have described it to people as “broken” English. But feel embarrassed to say that. It has always bothered me that I can think of no way to describe it other than “broken”, as if it were damaged and needed to be fixed, as if it lacked a certain wholeness. I’ve heard other terms used, “limited English,” for example. But they seem just as bad, as if everything is limited, including people’s perceptions(认识)of the limited English speaker.I know this for a fact, because when I was growing up, my mother’s “limited” English limited my perception of her. I was ashamed of her English. I believed that her English reflected the quality of what she had to say. That is, because she expressed them imperfectly her thoughts were imperfect. And I had plenty of evidence to support me: the fact that 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.I started writing fiction in 1985. And for reasons I won’t get into today, I began to write stories using all the Englishes I grew up with: the English she used with me, which for lack of a better term might be described as “broken”, and what I imagine to be her translation of her Chinese, her internal(内在的) language, and for that I sought to preserve the essence, but neither an English nor a Chinese structure: I wanted to catch what language ability tests can never show; her intention, her feelings, the rhythms of her speech and the nature of her thoughts.41. By saying “Language is the tool of my trade”, the author means that ______.A. she uses English in foreign tradeB. she is fascinated by languagesC. she works as a translatorD. she is a writer by profession
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（19）题选A.no problemB.out of questionC.out of the questionD.in question
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
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
We’ve offered her the job，but I don’t know__________she’ll accept it．A.whereB.whatC.whetherD.which
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'father__.A.divorced his wifeB.liked to drinkC.deserted his familyD.B and C
When I was about 12 1 had an enemy,a girl who liked to point out my shortcomings．Week by week her list grew:I was skinny,I wasn't a good student,I was boyish,I talked too loud,and so on．I put up with her as long as I could．At last,with great anger,I ran to my father in tears.He listened to my outburst quietly．Then he asked,"Are the things she says true or not?"True?I wanted to know how to strike back．What did truth have to do with it?"Mary,didn't you ever wonder what you are really like?Well,you now have that girl's opinion．Go and make a list of everything she said and mark the points that are true．Pay no attention to the other things she said."I did as he directed and discovered to my surprise that about half the things were true．Some of them I couldn't change(like being skinny),but a good number I could and suddenly wanted to change．For the first time in my life I got a fairly clear picture of myself.I brought the list back to Daddy．He refused to take it."That's just for you,"he said．"You know better than anybody else the truth about yourself,once you hear it．But you've got to learn to listen,not to close your ears in anger or hurt．When something said about you is true you'll know it．You'll find that it will echo inside you."Daddy's advice has returned to me at many important moments．What can we infer from reading the passage?A.The girl benefited from her father's advicB.The girl was very often angry with her fatheC.The girl's father loved other people's advicD.The girl was easily hurt by her father
根据以下材料，回答题Sometimes I really doubt whether there islove 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 onValentine′s Day is even more 19.One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (床单). I 20 sat down beside her and lookedat her. "Morn, is there love between you and Dad " I asked her in a21 voice.My mother stopped and raised her head with 22in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately.Then she 23 her head and continued tosew the quilt. At last my mother said:"Susan," she said, "Look atthis thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt.The thread really makes the quilt strong and25. If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26. It can hardly beseen anywhere or anytime, but it′s really there. Love is 27."The next spring, my father suddenly got sickseriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale andit seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Everyday in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father hadnever been so 30.Along the country road, there were manybeautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through theleaves. All of these 31 themost beautiful picture in the world."Dad, how are you feeling now " Iasked him one day.He said gently. " 32, I just like walking withyour morn. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he lovesmy mother deeply.34 I thought love meant flowers, girls andsweet kisses. But from this 35, I understand that love is just a threadin the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. A.warm B.lasting C.long D.comfortable
根据以下材料，回答题Sometimes I really doubt whether there islove 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 onValentine′s Day is even more 19.One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (床单). I 20 sat down beside her and lookedat her. "Morn, is there love between you and Dad " I asked her in a21 voice.My mother stopped and raised her head with 22in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately.Then she 23 her head and continued tosew the quilt. At last my mother said:"Susan," she said, "Look atthis thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt.The thread really makes the quilt strong and25. If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26. It can hardly beseen anywhere or anytime, but it′s really there. Love is 27."The next spring, my father suddenly got sickseriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale andit seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Everyday in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father hadnever been so 30.Along the country road, there were manybeautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through theleaves. All of these 31 themost beautiful picture in the world."Dad, how are you feeling now " Iasked him one day.He said gently. " 32, I just like walking withyour morn. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he lovesmy mother deeply.34 I thought love meant flowers, girls andsweet kisses. But from this 35, I understand that love is just a threadin the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. A.no problem B.out of questionC.out of the question D.in question
根据以下材料，回答题Sometimes I really doubt whether there islove 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 onValentine′s Day is even more 19.One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (床单). I 20 sat down beside her and lookedat her. "Morn, is there love between you and Dad " I asked her in a21 voice.My mother stopped and raised her head with 22in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately.Then she 23 her head and continued tosew the quilt. At last my mother said:"Susan," she said, "Look atthis thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt.The thread really makes the quilt strong and25. If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26. It can hardly beseen anywhere or anytime, but it′s really there. Love is 27."The next spring, my father suddenly got sickseriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale andit seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Everyday in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father hadnever been so 30.Along the country road, there were manybeautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through theleaves. All of these 31 themost beautiful picture in the world."Dad, how are you feeling now " Iasked him one day.He said gently. " 32, I just like walking withyour morn. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he lovesmy mother deeply.34 I thought love meant flowers, girls andsweet kisses. But from this 35, I understand that love is just a threadin the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm. A.In other words B.To tell the truthC.In my opinion D.On the contrary
—She‘s broken her arm again.—Again I______she_______ever broken it before.A.don‘t know;hasB.didn’t know;hadC.didn‘t know;hasD.hadn’t know;would
问答题下面每句都有一个标点符号错误，该用标点处未用标点或标点符号用错，改正错误或补写标点。 1.I don't know how to answer that question? 2.Don't forget to cross your ts. 3.Ouch I think I've broken my toe. 4.It was James' father not her mother,who visited her recently. 5.It is a dependable fool proof method. 6.Our company produces many fine products it has,in fact,a reputation for quality merchandise. 7.In the first quarter prices rose 5 per cent;in the second quarter,3 per cent and in the third 7 per-cent. 8.Frank Stanley,III will replace his grandfather,Frank Stanley,Sr.,as president of the company. 9.Stallions yield the highest prices;but mares can also be extremely expensive. 10.Help,Help!Someone has fallen into the river.
单选题Mother: Ben, what’s this broken cup doing here. Ben: ______ You know those big dinner plates? Mother: ______ Ben: just a couple. They slipped out of my hands into the sink and the cup got broken as well.AI put it here after it was broken. ; Yes, I know. What have you done?BOh mum, please don’t be angry with me. ; Of course, I myself bought them last year.CSorry, mum, I had an accident when I was washing up. You haven’t broken them as well!DHow could I know? It’s not me who did it. ; Oh, I see. You must have broken them as well.