单句改错

  86. Oliver Twist, the hero of the story, he was an orphan.

  87. The pen is missing, for I can’t find it everywhere.

  88. The writing of the report spent me two evenings.

  89. I shall lend the money to who comes first.

  90. He is by far the clever student in our class.

  91. He enjoyed nothing but listen to music.

  92. People in the US drink more coffee than people in any country.

  93. Filling with many people, the room is crowded.

  94. At the interview there are many people who wait to interviewed for jobs.

  95. Thinking he happened to have no work to do, and he came back home.

听力理解

　　第一节　听下面5段对话，每段对话后有一个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C、三个选项中选出最佳选项，听完每段对话后，你都有10秒钟的时间来回答有关小题和阅读下一小题，每段对话仅读一遍．

1．What does Mary say she will do for Charlie?

[　　]

A．she will find the books Charlie wants.

B．She will use Charlie's card to borrow some books he wants.

C．She will use her own card to borrow some books for Charlie.

2．Where does the talk probably take place?

[　　]

A．In a library.

B．In a restaurant.

C．In a hospital.

3．How much was a pack of cigarettes last year?

[　　]

A．$2. 00.

B．$1. 80.

C．$1. 50.

4．Why was the man late?

[　　]

A．Because his brother came back.

B．Because his mother was ill.

C．Because he had to finish his work first.

5．Where was the man this morning?

[　　]

A．He was at the airport.

B．He was at the railway station.

C．He was in Guangzhou.

　　第二节　听下面5段对话或独白．每段对话或独白后有几个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项．听每段对话或独白前，你将有时间阅读各个小题，每小题5秒钟；听完后，各小题将给出5秒钟的作答时间．每段对话或独白读两遍．

听第6段材料，回答第6～8题．

6．Who are the two speakers?

[　　]

A．Two students.

B．A doctor and a patient.

C．A teacher and a student.

7．What does the man call the woman for?

[　　]

A．To hand in his roommate’s paper.

B．To ask for leave.

C．To ask her to see his sick roommate.

8．What does the man have to do in the afternoon?

[　　]

A．Visit the woman.

B．Meet the secretary.

C．Have a meeting.

听第7段材料，回答第9～11题．

9．What was the name of the man?

[　　]

A．Dick

B．Davy

C．David

10．What kind of people didn’t they need?

[　　]

A．Those who knew no foreign language.

B．Those who wanted to work 30 hours a week.

C．Those who had no experience in office work.

11．Who will get a higher pay?

[　　]

A．Those who are well educated.

B．Those who have much experience.

C．Those who can speak a second language.

听第8段材料，回答第12～14题．

12．What did the woman do a few days ago?

[　　]

A．She had a bad tooth taken out.

B．She had her new tooth examined.

C．She had a false tooth filled in.

13．What causes the woman's toothache?

[　　]

A．It didn't fit quite right.

B．She didn't take good care of it.

C．She didn't use it properly while eating.

14．What time did the doctor ask the woman to get there?

[　　]

A．After 11: 00.

B．Before 11: 00.

C．At 11: 00 sharp.

听第9段材料，回答第15～17题．

15．When will the man come back from the trip?

[　　]

A．December 22.

B．January 3.

C．January 13.

16．Which flights are the man going to take for his round trip?

[　　]

A．Flight 220 and Flight 476.

B．Flight 220 and Flight 414.

C．Flight 476 and Flight 220.

17．How much will the man probably pay for the ticket?

[　　]

A．At most $952.

B．At least $952.

C．About $476.

听第10段材料，回答第18～20题．

18．How many countries did Mr. Bell visit last summer?

[　　]

A．Only one.

B．Three.

C．Four.

19．Why did Mr. Bell feel very tired after returning home?

[　　]

A．He visited too many places in a hurry.

B．His holiday was not long enough for him to travel in Europe.

C．He was on the train or on a bus all day long during his holiday.

20．What will be a good idea to spend a two-week summer holiday?

[　　]

A．Visiting only one city by the sea with a friend.

B．Visiting only a few cities near the sea with some friends.

C．Visiting some museums and famous palaces in different cities.

　　第三节　听下面一段独白，独白读三遍，第一遍听短文大意，第二遍边听边写下所缺的词或者短语，第三遍检查．

　　While Mrs. Edwards was in town on Saturday, (1) ________: two cars ran into each other. The drivers got out, an (2) ________ happened between them, (3) ________. He asked the drivers what had (4) ________, and then he turned to the crowd that had gathered around and said, “ (5) ________? ”Several people said they had, and Mrs. Edwards was one of them.

　　A week later she was asked whether she was (6) ________ to be a witness in a case concerning the accident, and she said she was, and a month later, a lawyer was (7) ________ her in court. (8) ________, “I think that…until the lawyer got angry and said, “You’re not here to say what you think. You are here to say what you know. “I'm sorry, (9) ________ Mrs. Edwards, “ (10) ________, so I can’t say things without thinking. ”

My Way to Success

From the day I signed up for the Naumburg Competition, everything changed. I had made a decision to start again, to save my life, and that meant a 360-degree turnaround.
I kept on practicing. An enormous amount of work had to be done in two months. I went from not practicing at all to thirteen hours a day.
I spent two weeks just playing scales. If I thought I sounded bad before, now I sounded worse than awful.
At the time I lived on 72nd Street, close to West End Avenue. I had an apartment with a window the size of a shoebox. I didn't do mylaundry. I left my apartment only to walk to Juilliard─and not onBroadway like everyone else. I walked up Amsterdam Avenue because I didn't want to see anybody, didn't want to run into anybody, didn't want anyone to ask what I was doing.
I stopped going to classes and became a hermit. I even talked Miss DeLay into giving my lesson at night.
My eating habits were awful. I lived on fried sausages, a pint of peanut butter/chocolate ice cream, and a gallon of Coca-Cola every day. That's all I ate for eight weeks.
I was nuts. I was completely obsessed with getting back into shape, with doing well in this competition. If I could, people would know I was still on earth. Not to count me out; to stop asking, “Whatever happened to Nadja?”
The last week before the Naumburg auditions, I couldn't touch the violin. I had worked and worked and worked and worked and then I just couldn't work anymore.
I certainly could have used it. I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. But I simply had to say, “Nadja, you've dedicated yourself to this thing. Ready or not, do your best.”
Fifty violinists from around the world auditioned for the competition on May 25, 26, and 27, 1981. Those that made it past thepreliminaries would go on to the semifinals. Those that passed that stage would go to the finals. In years past, one violinist was chosen as winner and two received second and third place.
On May 26, the day of my audition, I went to the Merkin Concert Hall at 67th Street and Broadway. I waited, played for twenty minutes, and went home. I couldn't tell whether the preliminary judges were impressed or not. I'd find out the next evening.
Maybe subconsciously I was trying to keep busy; that night, when I fried the sausages, I accidentally set my apartment on fire. I grabbed my cat and my violin, and ran out the door. The fire was put out, but everything in my place was wrecked.
Fortunately, the phone was okay and on the evening of May 27, I had the news from Lucy Rowan Mann of Naumburg. Thirteen of us had made it.
Talk about mixed emotions. I was thrilled to be among the thirteen; a group that included established violinists, some of whom had already made records. But it also meant I had to play the next day in the semifinals of the competition.
Everyone entering the competition had been given two lists of concertos. One was a list of standard repertory pieces. The other list was twentieth-century repertory. For our big competition piece, we were to choose from each list and play a movement from one in the semifinals, and a movement from the other in the finals─if we made it that far.
From the standard repertory list, I chose the Tchaikovsky Concerto. I had been playing the Tchaik for three years, so it was a good piece for me.
From the twentieth-century list, I chose the Prokofiev G minor Concerto. I had never played it onstage before.
My goal had been just passing the auditions, but now my thought pattern began to change. If I wanted a sliver of a chance of advancing again, my brain said, “Play your strong piece first.”
Logically, I should play the Tchaikovsky in the semifinals just to make it to the next stage. Who cared if that left me with a piece I probably wouldn't play as well in the finals of the competition? It'd be a miracle to get that far.
There wouldn't be more than seven violinists chosen for the final round, and if I were in the top seven of an international group, that was plenty good enough.
The semifinals were held on May 28 in Merkin Concert Hall. You were to play for thirty minutes: your big piece first, then the judges would ask to hear another.
There was a panel of eight judges. They had a piece of paper with my choices of the Tchaikovsky and the Prokofiev in front of them. “Which would you like to play?” they asked.
I said meekly, “Prokofiev.”
My brain and all the logic in the world had said, “Play your strong piece.” My heart said, “Go for it all. Play your weak piece now, save Tchaikovsky for the finals.”
Maybe I don't listen to logic so easily after all.
My good friend, the pianist Sandra Rivers, had been chosen as accompanist for the competition. She knew I was nervous. There had been a very short time to prepare; I was sure there'd be memory slips, that I'd blank out in the middle and the judges would throw me out. My hands were like ice.
The first eight measures of the Prokofiev don't have accompaniment. The violin starts the piece alone. So I started playing.
I got through the first movement and Sandra said later my face was as white as snow. She said I was so tense, I was beyond shaking. Just a solid brick.
It was the best I'd ever played it. No memory slips at all. Technically, musically, it was there.
I finished it thinking, “Have I sold my soul for this? Is the devil going to visit me at midnight? How come it went so well?”
I didn't know why, but often I do my best under the worst of circumstances. I don't know if it's guts or a determination not to disappoint people. Who knows what it is, but it came through for me, and I thank God for that.
As the first movement ended, the judges said, “Thank you.” Then they asked for the Carmen Fantasy.
I turned and asked Sandy for an A, to retune, and later she said the blood was just rushing back into my face.
I whispered, “Sandy, I made it. I did it.”
“Yeah,” she whispered back, kiddingly, “too bad you didn't screw up. Maybe next time.”
At that point I didn't care if I did make the finals because I had played the Prokofiev so well. I was so proud of myself for coming through.
I needed a shot in the arm; that afternoon I got evicted. While I was at Merkin, my moped had blown up. For my landlord, that was the last straw.
What good news. I was completely broke and didn't have the next month's rent anyway. The landlord wanted me out that day. I said, “Please, can I have two days. I might get into the finals, can I please go through this first?”
I talked him into it, and got back to my place in time for the phone call. “Congratulations, Nadja,”“they said. “You have made the finals.”
I had achieved the ridiculously unlikely, and I had saved my best piece. Yet part of me was sorry. I wanted it to be over already. In the three days from the preliminaries to the semifinals, I lost eight pounds. I was so tired of the pressure.
There was a fellow who advanced to the finals with me, an old, good friend since Pre-College. Competition against friends is inevitable in music, but I never saw competition push a friendship out the window so quickly. By the day of the finals, I hated him and he hated me. Pressure was that intense.
The finals were held on May 29 at Carnegie Hall and open to the public. I was the fourth violinist of the morning, then there was a lunch break, and three more violinists in the afternoon.
I played my Tchaikovsky, Saint-Sa‘ns’s Havanaise, and Ravel's Tzigane for the judges: managers, famous violinists, teachers, and critics. I went on stage at five past eleven and finished at noon. Those fifty-five minutes seemed like three days.
I was so relieved when I finished playing; I was finished! It's impossible to say how happy I was to see the dressing room. I went out for lunch with my friends. It was like coming back from the grave. We laughed and joked and watched TV.
As I returned to Carnegie Hall to hear the other violinists, I realized I'd made a big mistake: they might ask for recalls. A recall is when they can't decide between two people and they want you to play again. It's been done; it's done all the time in competitions. No way was I in shape to go onstage and play again.
In the late afternoon, the competition was over. Everybody had finished playing. Quite luckily─no recalls.
The judges deliberated for an hour. The tension in the air was unbelievable. All the violinists were sitting with their little circle of friends. I had my few friends around me, but no one was saying much now.
Finally, the Naumburg Foundation president Robert Mann came on stage.
“It's always so difficult to choose ...” he began.
“Every year we hold this competition,” Robert Mann said. “And in the past, we've awarded three prizes. This year we've elected to only have one prize, the first prize.”
My heart sank. Nothing for me. Not even Miss Congeniality.
“We have found,” Mann went on, “that second place usually brings great dismay to the artist because they feel like a loser. We don't want anyone here to feel like a loser. Every finalist will receive five hundred dollars except the winner, who will receive three thousand dollars.”
And then he repeated how difficult it was to choose, how well everyone had played ...dah, dah, dah.
I was looking down at the floor.  
“The winner is ...”
And he said my name.
A friend next to me said, “Nadja, I think you won!”
I went numb. My friends pulled me up and pointed me toward the stage. It was a long walk because I had slipped into a seat in the back. Sitting up in front was my old friend. I would have to walk right past him and I was dreading it, but before I could, he got up and stopped me.
He threw his arms around me and I threw my arms around him. I kept telling him how sorry I was. I was holding him and started to cry, saying, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I didn't want to lose, but I really didn't want him to lose either. And he was holding me and saying, “Don't be sorry. I'm so proud of you.” It was over, and we would be friends again.
I took my bow, then ran to Juilliard. Ten blocks uptown, one block west, to give Miss DeLay the news. She could be proud of me now, too.
Suddenly, everything was clear. Playing the violin is what I'd do with my life. Heaven handed me a prize: “You've been through a lot, kid. Here's an international competition.”
Everything had changed when I prepared for the Naumburg, and now everything changed again. I made my first recording. Between September 1981 and May 1982, I played a hundred concerts in America, made one trip to Europe, then two months of summer festivals. And people asked me back.
There was a great deal of anxiety playing in Europe for the first time. But I was able to rely on my self-confidence to pull me through.
Self-confidence onstage doesn't mean a lack of nerves backstage. The stakes had increased. This wasn't practice anymore, this was my life. I'd stare into a dressing-room mirror and say, “Nadja, people have bought tickets, hired baby-sitters, you've got to calm down; go out there and prove yourself.”
Every night I'd prove myself again. My life work had truly begun

1. 1.

   In a gesture to prepare for the competition, Nadja did all the following except _________

   1. A.
      preoccupying herself in practice
   2. B.
      trying to carry out her deeds secretly
   3. C.
      abandoning going to school for classes
   4. D.
      consuming the best food to get enough energy
2. 2.

   How many violinists does the passage mention advanced to the finals?

   1. A.
      Four
   2. B.
      Five
   3. C.
      Six
   4. D.
      Seven
3. 3.

   After Nadja finished playing at the finals, she went out for a while and when she came back to hear the other violinists she realized she had made a mistake because _________

   1. A.
      she forgot that there was going to be a recall
   2. B.
      she didn’t get hold of the permission to leave
   3. C.
      chances were that she had to replay and she was off guard
   4. D.
      there was another play she had to take part in in the afternoon

At 4:00 A.M. on Sunday morning, my friend, Tim, awoke me. He was sleeping in the living room right next to the front door and said there was a man pounding on my front door and screaming. At first, I was like, "Shut up and leave me alone," but then I heard one of the scariest voices of my life. The man sounded of Spanish descent (血统), older, and in pain.

I was home alone for the week, so I had two guns loaded with bullets. I had a rifle (步枪) next to my bed and a shotgun next to my front door. I grabbed my rifle. Tim asked me, "What are you doing?"

"Getting my gun, what do you think I'm doing?" I asked.

As I headed down the hall towards the front door, I remembered Chad, my older brother, telling me to protect myself when he left. Immediately, I grabbed the shotgun and gave it to Tim. Thinking that it might scare the person off, I went to my back door and shot my rifle into the dark cold sky. However, this did not work. "Protect yourself, Sarah," kept going through my head. The man kept yelling and pounding on my door. I would have just opened the door, but I watched too many "America's Most Wanted" shows, where that is how they get the little girls to open the door. So, I then called 911 myself.

The operator said, "911. What is your emergency?"

I replied, "My name is Sarah Miller and I am at Juniper Lane in Hotchkiss and there is a man beating on my front door and telling me to let him in." That was the start of all the excitement. I continued to tell her what was going on and what had already gone on. Our conversation was still going when I heard the man walk off my door. During this time, the police were having a discussion of whether they should respond to the call. When I heard the man walk off my door, I thought that he was going to leave.

I was still on the phone when I heard the man in my basement. "Protect yourself, Sarah," went through my head again. The basement stairs lead right up to a door entering our house. We leave our garage door open to cool off our house when the weather is good. The man was yelling, "Help me" from the bottom of the stairs. I walked over and made sure the door was locked and made sure there was a bullet in the rifle. I stood there with the phone in one hand and my trusty old rifle in the other just waiting for him to start coming up the stairs.

My conversation with the operator went from "Hi, how are you now?" to "What are you doing to help me here?" About this time, the operator told me that the policeman should be at the bottom of my driveway, so I turned on all of the lights, inside and outside. I still had my rifle in my hands when the policeman walked up the stairs to my front door. "Did you see an older Spanish man walking down my driveway by any chance?" I asked him.

"Um, no," he answered. I then asked him if he had seen anyone in the basement, and again he said, "No". So at this time, he went back down the stairs and approached my garage. For some reason, I knew that there was still someone in there. I crouched (猫着腰) down to where I could see into the garage / basement area. As the policeman approached the basement, he yelled, "Whoa, put your hands up. Freeze."

"I’ve got you," were the first words out of my mouth; I don't know what I was thinking. After this happened, I realized that those words weren't exactly the smartest choice of words. About this time, another policeman pulled into my driveway with his lights on followed by a police officer. As I approached the basement with my rifle, I was worried about what I would see. What I saw will always stick with me forever. A poor twenty-nine year old Spanish man was crapping (拉屎) there, and I almost shot him because he was coming to my house to find help. His face was all bloody, his nose was broken, his clothes were torn, and worst of all, he didn't speak English, and none of the policemen who were there spoke Spanish. I had taken three years of Spanish before, so I translated what the Spanish guy, Jose, was saying to the policemen. About this time an ambulance came up my driveway with its lights on. So, I had three police cars and an ambulance, all with their lights on, in my driveway. I'm sure my neighbors all came out, since nothing had ever happened in my small community.

I did protect myself that night. My brother was right when he said that you could never be too careful. "Wake up Sarah. It's time for school," my mom said a couple of mornings later. That is how I prefer to be woken up. I will always have a loaded gun next to my bed after this incident.

55. The moment Tim awoke her, the author ______.

A. screamed            B. felt annoyed     C. heard the voice           D. grabbed the rifle

56. Why did the author go to the back door and shot into the sky?

A. Because she wanted to scare the man off.   B. Because she wanted to kill the man.

C. Because she wanted to call for help.       D. Because she wanted to remind the police.

57. The Spanish man pounded the author’s door so early ______.

A. to practise speaking English                            B. to meet his old friend

C. to seek help                                            D. to hide himself

58. By saying “That was the start of all the excitement”, maybe the author ______.

A. thought they talked too much exciting things

B. was excited that she could talk with the operator

C. was sure that the police would come

D. wanted to say their conversation lasted a long time

59. What did the author learn from the incident?

A. She regretted what she had done to the Spanish

B. She felt it fortunate to know a little Spanish

C. She thought it couldn’t be too careful about her safety.

D. She would never live alone in a big house.

60. Which of the following can be used as the title of this passage?

A. Make ends meet      B. As busy as a bee    C. A piece of cake    D. A false alarm

阅读下列短文, 从所给的四个选项中, 选出最佳答案

　Electricity is such a part of our everyday life and so much taken for granted nowadays that we hardly think twice when we switch on the light or turn on the radio．At night, roads are brightly lit, enabling people and traffic to move freely ．Colourful street-lights have become part of the character of every modern city．In the home, many labour saving devices are powered by electricity． Even when we turn off the lamp and are fast asleep, electricity is still working for us, driving our ice-boxes, heating our water, or keeping our rooms warm in winter．Every day, trains and trolleybuses take people to and from work．We rarely stop to think why or how they run until something goes wrong．

　In the summer of 1959, something did go wrong with power station that supplies New York with electricity．For a great many hours, lift came almost to standstill（停止）．Trains refused to move and the people in them sat in the dark, powerless to do anything ; lifts stopped working so that even if you were lucky enough not to be trapped（陷入）between two floors, you had the unpleaseant task（任务）of finding your way down hundreds of flights of stairs．Famous streets like Broadway and Fifth Avenue in an instant became as dark as the most distant back streets．

　People were afraid to leave their houses, for although the police had been ordered to stand by in case of （以免）emergency（紧急情况）they were just as puzzled and helpless as anybody else．

　At the same time, similar disorder happened in the home．New York can be very hot in summer and this year was no exception．Cool rooms became hot stoves．Food went bad in ice- boxes．Fish and meat remained uncooked in cooking pots, and people sat impatient and frightened in the dark as if an unseen enemy had landed from Mars（火星）, The only people who were not troubled by the darkness were the blind．Only one of the strangest things that took place was that some fifty blind people led many sighted workers home．When the lights came on again, hardly a person in the city can have turned on a switch without thinking how great a servant he bad at his finger-tips．

(1) In the first paragraph, the word“devices”means：

[　　]

A．electrical machines．

B．hand-tools that save man power．

C．inventions that make work easier．

D．ice-boxes and washing-machines only．

(2) According to what is said in this passage, electricity_______．

[　　]

A．has not made life easier．

B．is still something of a miracle（奇迹）

C．is something we think about all the time．

D．is something we have come to accept without questions．

(3) People were impatient and frightened, because ________

[　　]

A．the whole city was in complete darkness．

B．an unseen enemy had landed from Mars．

C．New York was very, very hot that summer．

D．blind people became more capable（能干的）than sighted workers．

(4) Some blind people led sighted workers home because _______　　

[　　]

A．blind people had better eyesight in darkness than sighted workers．

B．blind people were used to darkness and were not affected by the accident．

C．sighted workers were so frightened by the complete darkness that they lost their way．

D．the police had been ordered to stand by and could not take the workers home．

(5) The passage suggests that most large modern cities _______ 

[　　]

A．need more modern buildings．

B．are terrible places to live in．

C．would be better off without electricity．

D．completely depend on electricity．