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    用方框中短语的正确形式完成句子。

    1．He was drunk and turned the table ________　________．

    2．All theories come from practice and ________　________ serve practice．

    3．The petrol has been ________　________　________．We have to walk home．

    4．________　________　________ to the post office, I met an old friend of mine．

    5．Is the plane about to ________　________?

    6．I think I’m going to ________　________ singing．

    7．He said he would come to my birthday party, but hasn’t ________　________ till now．

    8．This book ________ well ________ reading again．

    9．I tried to persuade him to stop smoking, but ________　________ do so．

    10．She is good at mathematics ________　________．

    11．We ________ no ________　________ finding his house．

    12．The boy ________　________　________ housework rather than study．

    13．Do you know when he ________　________ Beijing?

    14．I will go there ________　________．

    15．We ________　________ the discussion late into the night．

    16．He found it difficult to ________ his Chinese humour ________ to an English audience．

    17．He ________ 200 yuan ________ the coat．

    18．We have already started ________ food ________ the party．

    19．Britain was the strongest country in the world ________　________　________．

    20．________　________　________ catch the first bus, he got up very early．

    21．He was ________　________　________ for stealing money．

    22．You should always ________　________ principles in your work．

    23．The Anti-Japanese War ________　________ in 1937．

    24．My brother ________　________ rock music．

    25．We had to stop our work because the machine ________　________．

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    It was just a windy January day here in the North East of Scotland. When I left home for the office where I worked in the next town, the weather forecasters said, “Windy and cold, but no rain.” However, by the time I was about to leave work in the early evening, it was pouring!
    My office was close to the bus stop so that there was no problem; I just shot out the door and onto the bus. Unfortunately, once I got home to Montrose, I had about a mile to walk from the bus stop to my home.
    As I stepped off the bus that night to walk home, I struggled to get my tiny umbrella to go up in the strong wind. It was obviously designed for a very light shower. Then, suddenly and to my amazement, I heard my mum’s voice.
    “Quickly! Come under here, before you get soaked! ”
    I nipped（跑） under my bigger umbrella and stared at mum in surprise. “What on earth are you doing here in this weather?” I asked her. My mum was eighty-three that year, and although fit and healthy, she did not usually like going out in strong wind and heavy rain. “You said to come round for tea tonight, but I came early before the rain got too heavy. Eric told me that your car was in for a service and I saw your big umbrella lying on the chair. Eric was on the phone, so I just picked it up and came out so that I could meet you and you would not get soaked!’’
    My mum passed away the following year. This simple act remains in my mind, and reminds me how completely my mum loved me. She would not have gone out in the wind and rain for herself, but, at eighty-three, she never gave a second thought about the bad weather so I would not get wet.
    【小题1】We can learn from the text that   

    A．the author’s office was not far from her home.
    B．the author’s mum enjoyed good health at 83.
    C．the author was completely wet that night.
    D．the author opened the umbrella easily then.
    【小题2】On hearing her mum’s voice the author was much surprised because   .
    A．her mum seldom enjoyed going out in such bad weather.
    B．her mum did not tell her she would bring her an umbrella.
    C．she had planned to go to her house for tea that day.
    D．she did not actually realize how much her mum loved her.
    【小题3】Eric failed to pick up the author in the car for the reason that    
    A．he was busy with his work.
    B．the car was being repaired.
    C．he was fixing the new phone.
    D．he did not expect it to rain.
    【小题4】The best title for the passage can be   
    A．I Love Mum.
    B．Nice to Meet Mum in the Rain.
    C．To Keep Me from the Rain.
    D．Mum’s Voice in the Rain.

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    It was just a windy January day here in the North East of Scotland. When I left home for the office where I worked in the next town, the weather forecasters said, “Windy and cold, but no rain.” However, by the time I was about to leave work in the early evening, it was pouring!
    My office was close to the bus stop so that there was no problem; I just shot out the door and onto the bus. Unfortunately, once I got home to Montrose, I had about a mile to walk from the bus stop to my home.
    As I stepped off the bus that night to walk home, I struggled to get my tiny umbrella to go up in the strong wind. It was obviously designed for a very light shower. Then, suddenly and to my amazement, I heard my mum’s voice.
    “Quickly! Come under here, before you get soaked! ”
    I nipped（跑） under my bigger umbrella and stared at mum in surprise. “What on earth are you doing here in this weather?” I asked her. My mum was eighty-three that year, and although fit and healthy, she did not usually like going out in strong wind and heavy rain. “You said to come round for tea tonight, but I came early before the rain got too heavy. Eric told me that your car was in for a service and I saw your big umbrella lying on the chair. Eric was on the phone, so I just picked it up and came out so that I could meet you and you would not get soaked!’’
    My mum passed away the following year. This simple act remains in my mind, and reminds me how completely my mum loved me. She would not have gone out in the wind and rain for herself, but, at eighty-three, she never gave a second thought about the bad weather so I would not get wet.

    1. 1.

      We can learn from the text that   

      1. A.
        the author’s office was not far from her home.
      2. B.
        the author’s mum enjoyed good health at 83.
      3. C.
        the author was completely wet that night.
      4. D.
        the author opened the umbrella easily then.
    2. 2.

      On hearing her mum’s voice the author was much surprised because   .

      1. A.
        her mum seldom enjoyed going out in such bad weather.
      2. B.
        her mum did not tell her she would bring her an umbrella.
      3. C.
        she had planned to go to her house for tea that day.
      4. D.
        she did not actually realize how much her mum loved her.
    3. 3.

      Eric failed to pick up the author in the car for the reason that    

      1. A.
        he was busy with his work.
      2. B.
        the car was being repaired.
      3. C.
        he was fixing the new phone.
      4. D.
        he did not expect it to rain.
    4. 4.

      The best title for the passage can be   

      1. A.
        I Love Mum.
      2. B.
        Nice to Meet Mum in the Rain.
      3. C.
        To Keep Me from the Rain.
      4. D.
        Mum’s Voice in the Rain.

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    阅读理解。
         Parents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mother's large Alabama family. Over the years,
    Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many kindly
    relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's father had
    managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new suit, with a card
    pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New Orleans.
         Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
    running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
    There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
    crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
    reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
    by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father,which
    meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
    at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
    to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
    sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
         I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
    tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
    was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
    shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
    idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing?" Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop that!" I laughed. "Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
         Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
         I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
    suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I
    thought  I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you want?"
    I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh, yes, he
    remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in that
    airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus.
    But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because of
    my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
    scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
    seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
    knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus.
    " He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
    that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
    about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
    it."
         It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
    when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
    him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
    But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
         Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
    that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
    would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
         Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
    rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
    had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
    through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
    all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled, snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me something I
    must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to pedal my plane so fast I will
    soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
    1. When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his father's reaction suggested that _______.
    A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son.
    B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
    C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
    D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
    2. Which of the following statements is NOT true?
    A. Buddy didn't tell his Daddy "I love you" until his death.
    B Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
    C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
    D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
    3. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
    A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy.
    B. Miss Sook had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
    C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
    D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
    4. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _______.
    A. old            
    B. clever          
    C. naughty          
    D. trusted
    5. Which of the following can be the best title of passage?
    A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World?
    B. A Christmas Memory
    C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
    D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family

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    阅读理解。
         Parents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mother's large Alabama family. Over the
    years, Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many
    kindly relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's
    father had managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new
    suit, with a card pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New
    Orleans.
         Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
    running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
    There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
    crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
    reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
    by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father. Which
    meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
    at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
    to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
    sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
         I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
    tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
    was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
    shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
    idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing? Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop
    that!" I laughed. " Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
         Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
         I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged
    when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
    suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as
    though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I thought I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you
    want?"
         I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh,
    yes, he remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in
    that airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy
    salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus. 
         But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because
    of my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
    scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go
    back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
    seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
    knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus."
    He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
    that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
    about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
    it."
         It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
    when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
    him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
    But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
         Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
    that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
    would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
         Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
    rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
    had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
    through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
    all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I
    am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like
    snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled,
    snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me
    something I must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny
    postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died
    last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to
    pedal my plane so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
    1.When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his father's reaction suggested that  _______.
    A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son.
    B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
    C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
    D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
    2. Once Buddy was on the bus, he felt the strangest pain . The reason probably is _____________.
    A. His father squeezed him so hard that it ached.
    B. His father was very drunk and had difficulty returning home.
    C. He didn't say "I love you" to his father.
    D. He had an argument with his father at home.
    3. Which of the following statements is NOT true?
    A. Buddy didn't tell his Daddy "I love you" until his death.
    B. Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
    C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
    D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
    4. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
    A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy.
    B. Miss had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
    C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
    D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
    5. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _______.
    A. old            
    B. clever          
    C. naughty          
    D. trusted
    6. Which of the following can be the best title of passage?
    A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World?
    B. A Christmas Memory
    C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
    D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family

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