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A.journey
B.travel
C.way
D.trip
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第1题
A.demand
B.order
C.face
D.honor
第2题
When I was a little girl, my brothers and I collected stamps for many years. My mother didn't use to work during the week, but she worked in the post office near our house on Saturdays, and she used to bring home all the new stamps as soon as they were issued (发行).
On the day of the World Cup football final in London in 1966, we were very excited because England were playing West Germany in the final.When we were having lunch, my mother told us to go to the post office straightaway after the match if England won, but she didn't tell us why. At2 o'clock my mother went back to work as usual, while the rest of the family were watching the football on TV at home. Although she wasn't watching the match, she was listening to it on the radio.
England won 4:2 and so my brothers and I ran to the post office. As we burst in, my mother was standing behind the counter. She was waiting to sell us a very special limited edition with ENGLAND WINNERS on each stamp. We were over the moon.We still have it today, and perhaps it is worth a lot of money.
1. This passage mainly tells us __________.
A、the author and her brother used to like stamps very much
B、the author had a very kind mother
C、the author and her brother had an unforgettable experience in collecting stamps
D、their mother used to support them by working in the post office
2. According to the passage, her mother worked in the post office ________.
A、during the week
B、on Saturdays
C、on Sundays
D、for six days
3. According to the passage, her mother worked in the post office ________.
A、during the week
B、on Saturdays
C、on Sundays
D、for six days
4. What does the sentence "We were over the moon." mean？
A、We jumped high.
B、We were extremely happy about it.
C、We watched the moon for a long time.
D、We couldn't sleep the whole night.
5. What is the best title for this passage？
A、My Childhood
B、My Mother
C、A Precious Stamp
D、A Memorable Experience in Collecting Stamps
第3题
I【69】about it with my friends Frank and Lesley.【70】of them【71】suggest anything, but they promised that they would ask their friends. A few days later【72】I was still in bed,【73】telephoned. "Is that Miss Jenkins？" a man' s voice asked. "I【74】your hobby is photography and I've got a job that might interest you in my clothes factory. My name is Mr. Thomson. " He seemed pleasant on the phone【75】I went to see him. I was so excited that I almost forgot【76】goodbye. "Good luck!" my mother said to me.
I arrived【77】early and when Mr. Thomson came he asked me if I【78】waiting a long time. "No, not long. " I replied. After talking to me for about twenty minutes he【79】me a job —not as a photographer,【80】a model!
(61)
A．early
B．presently
C．soon
D．quickly
第4题
One Sunday evening when I was eight years old my parents and I were riding in the back seat of my rich uncle's car. We had been out for a ride and now we were back in the Bronx, headed for home. Suddenly, another car sideswiped us. My mother and aunt shrieked. My uncle swore softly. My father, in whose lap I was sitting, said out the window at the speeding car, "That's all right. Nothing but a few Jews in here." In an instant I knew everything. I knew there was a world beyond our streets, and in that world my father was a hu- miliated man, without power or standing.
When I was sixteen a girl in the next building had her nose straightened; we all went together to see Selma Shapiro lying in state, wrapped in bandages from which would emerge a person fit for life beyond the block. Three buildings away a boy went downtown for a job, and on his application he wrote "Anold Brown" instead of "Anold Braunowiitz." The newsswept through the neighborhood like a wild fire. A nose job？ A name change？ What was happening here？ It was awful; it was wonderful. It was frightening; it was delicious. Whatever it was, it wasn't standstill. Things felt lively and active. Self-confidence was on the rise, passivity on the wane. We were going to experience challenges. That's what it meant to be in the new world. For the first time we could imagine ourselves out there.
But who exactly do I mean when I say we？ I mean Arnie, not Selma. I mean my brother, not me. I mean the boys, not the girls. My mother stood behind me, pushing me forward. "The girl goes to college, too," she said. And I did. But my going to college would not mean the same thing as my brother's going to college, and we all knew it. For my brother, college meant going from the Bronx to Manhattan. But for me？ From the time I was fourteen I yearned to get out of the Bronx, but get out into what？ I did not actually imagine myself a working person alone in Manhattan and nobody else did either. What I did imagine was that I would marry, and that the man I married would get me downtown. He would brave the perils of class and race, and somehow I'd be there alongside him.
In the passage, we can find the author was_______.
A．quite satisfied with her life
B．a poor Jewish girl
C．born in a middle-class family
D．a resident in a rich area in New York
第5题
Raju and His Father's Shop
My mother told me a story every evening while we waited for father to close the shop and come home. The shop remained open till midnight. Bullock-carts in long caravans arrived late in the evening from distant villages, loaded with coconut, rice, and other commodities for the market. The animals were unyoked under the big tamarind tree for the night, and the cartmen drifted in twos and threes to the shop, for a chat or to ask for things to eat or smoke. How my father loved to discuss with them the price of grain, rainfall, harvest, and the state of irrigation channels. Or they talked about old litigations. One heard repeated references to magistrates, affidavits, witnesses in the case, and appeals, punctuated with roars of laughter—possibly the memory of some absurd legality or loophole tickled them.
My father ignored food and sleep when he had company. My mother sent me out several times to see if he could be. made to turn in. He was a man of uncertain temper and one could not really guess how he would react to interruptions, and so my mother coached me to go up, watch his mood, and gently remind him of food and home. I stood under the shop-awning, coughing and clearing my throat, hoping to catch his eye. But the talk was all-absorbing and he would not glance in my direction, and I got absorbed in their talk, although I did not understand a word of it.
After a while my mother's voice came gently on the night air, calling, "Raju, Raju," and my father interrupted his activities to look at me and say, "Tell your mother not to wait for me. Tell her to place a handful of rice and buttermilk in a bowl, with just, one piece of lime pickle, and keep it in the oven for me. I'll come in later." It was almost a formula with him five days in a week. He always added, "Not that I'm really hungry tonight." And then I believe he went on to discuss health problems with his cronies.
But I didn't stop to hear further. I made a quick dash back home. There was a dark patch between the light from the shop and the dim lantern shedding its light on our threshold, a matter of about the yards, I suppose, but the passage through it gave me a cold sweat. I expected wild animals and supernatural creatures to emerge and grab mc. My mother waited on the doorstep to receive me and said, "Not hungry, I suppose! That'll give him an excuse to talk to the village folk all night, and then come in for an hour's sleep and get up with the crowing of that foolish cock somewhere. He will spoil his health."
I followed her into the kitchen. She placed my plate and hers side by side on the floor, drew the rice-pot within reach, and served me and herself simultaneously, and we finished our dinner by the sooty tin lamp, stuck on a nail in the wall. She unrolled a mat for me in the front room, and I lay down to sleep. She sat at my side, awaiting father's return. Her presence gave me a feeling of inexplicable coziness. I felt I ought to put her proximity to good use, and complained, "Something is bothering my hair," and she ran her fingers through my hair, and scratched the nape of my neck. And then I commanded, "A story."
Immediately she began, "Once upon a time there was a man called Devaka..." I heard his name mentioned almost every night. He was a hero, saint, or something of the kind. I never learned fully what he did or why, sleep overcoming me before my mother was through even the preamble.
Which of the following was NOT what we can infer from the conversation between Father and the cartmen？
A．Sometimes during lawsuits, one side or the other tricked the law, probably by finding faults in the legal code which were favorable to themselves.
B．There were times when the courts came to foolish decisions.
C．Matters related to fanning were of great interest to them.
D．The magistrates were ludicrous.
第6题
21. On hearing 3-year-old cousin had cancer, how did the author feel？ ()
A. Puzzled
B. Shock
C. Afraid
D. Worried
22. What can we know from Paragraph 2？ ()
A. The world is unfair to the writer’s family.
B. Unlucky things didn’t happen to the writer’s family.
C. The writer had the disability with her legs.
D. Unlucky things of the family made the writer very sad.
23. Where did the conversation happen？ ()
A. In the living room
B. In the kitchen
C. In the bedroom
D. On the street
24. What can we know about Madi？ ()
A. She was kind and willing to help others
B. She liked smiling, but didn’t love cooking.
C. She made her mother regret her hair.
D. She didn’t like wearing long hair again.
第7题
I did n’t have()to give my mother as a present.
A.something
B.anything
C.everything
第9题
Maybe you will ask my mother how I _____ to become an industrial engineer.
A.proposed
B.happened
C.risked
D.considered
