题目内容
We were on tour a few summers ago, driving through Chicago, when right outside of the city, we got pulled over. A middle-aged policeman came up to the car and was really being troublesome at first. Lecturing us, he said, “You were speeding. Where are you going in such a hurry?” Our guitarist, Tim, told him that we were on our way to Wisconsin to play a show. His way towards us totally changed. He asked, “Oh, so you boys are in a band（乐队）？” We told him that we were. He then asked all the usual band questions about the type of music we played, and how long we had been at it. Suddenly, he stopped and said, “Tim, you want to get out of this ticket, don’t you?” Tim said, “Yes.” So the officer asked him to step out of the car. The rest of us, inside the car, didn’t know what to think as we watched the policeman talk to Tim. Next thing we knew, the policeman was putting Tim in the back of the police car he had parked in front of us. With that, he threw the car into reverse（倒车），stopping a few feet in back of our car. Now we suddenly felt frightened. We didn’t know if we were all going to prison, or if the policeman was going to sell Tim on the black market or something. All of a sudden, the policeman’s voice came over his loudspeaker. He said, “Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time ever, we have Tim here singing on Route 90.” Turns out, the policeman had told Tim that the only way he was getting out of the ticket was if he sang part of one of our songs over the loudspeaker in the police car. Seconds later, Tim started screaming into the receiver. The policeman enjoyed the performance, and sent us on our way without a ticket.
【小题1】The policeman stopped the boys to .
| A．put them into prison | B． give them a ticket |
| C．enjoy their performance | D．ask some band questions |
| A．had long been at the band | B．played the music he loved |
| C．were driving for a show | D．promised him a performance |
| A．joyful | B．calm | C．nervous | D．frightened |
【小题1】B
【小题1】C
【小题1】A
解析
百年学典课时学练测系列答案I began to grow up that winter night when my parents and I were returning from my aunt’s house, and my mother said that we might soon be leaving for America. We were on the bus then. I was crying, and some people on the bus were turning around to look at me. I remember that I could not bear the thought of never hearing again the radio program for school children to which I listened every morning.
I do not remember myself crying for this reason again. In fact, I think I cried very little when I was saying goodbye to my friends and relatives. When we were leaving I thought about all the places I was going to see—the strange and magical places I had known only from books and pictures. The country I was leaving never to come back was hardly in my head then.
The four years that followed taught me the importance of optimism, but the idea did not come to me at once. For the first two years in New York I was really lost—having to study in three schools as a result of family moves. I did not quite know what I was or what I should be. Mother remarried, and things became even more complex for me. Some time passed before my stepfather and I got used to each other. I was often sad, and saw no end to “the hard times. ”
My responsibilities in the family increased a lot since I knew English better than everyone else at home. I wrote letters, filled out forms, translated at interviews with Immigration officers, took my grandparents to the doctor and translated there, and even discussed telephone bills with company representatives.
From my experiences I have learned one important rule: Almost all common troubles eventually go away! Something good is certain to happen in the end when you do not give up, and just wait a little! I believe that my life will turn out all right, even though it will not be that easy.
1.How did the author get to know America?
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A．From her relatives |
B．From her mother |
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C．From Books and pictures |
D．From radio programs |
2.Upon leaving for America the author felt .
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A．confused |
B．excited |
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C．worried |
D．amazed |
3.For the first two years in New York, the author .
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A．often lost her way |
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B．did not think about her future |
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C．studied in three different schools |
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D．got on well with her stepfather |
4.What can we learn about the author from Paragraph 4?
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A．She worked as a translator |
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B．She attended a lot of job interviews |
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C．She paid telephone bills for her family |
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D．She helped her family with her English |
5.The author believes that .
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A．her future will be free from troubles |
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B．it is difficult to learn to become patient |
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C．there are more good things than bad things |
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D．good things will happen if one keeps trying |
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and cheered only for the Chinese Women’s Volleyball TeamWhen I was a kid, my brother dropped the bomb: "No Santa Claus （Father Christmas）!" I fled to Grandma because I knew she would 36 me the truth．I told her everything．"No!" she said．"Ridiculous! Don' t 37 it．"
After dinner, we went to General Store．Grandma handed me ten 38 ．"Take it and buy something for whoever needs it．I'll wait in the 39 ．" I' d often gone shopping with Mother, but never had I shopped 40 ．For moments, I stood there, confused, 41 what to do with it．I thought of everybody I knew． 42 I thought of Bobbie Decker．His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough．We all knew that Bobbie would have no cough 43 he had a thicker coat．So I decided to buy Bobbie one．"Is this a present for 44 ?" the saleslady asked me kindly．I 45 shyly．She smiled, handed it to me and wished me a merry Christmas．Then Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Santa Claus 46 and ribbons and write "To Bobbie, From Santa Claus " on it．Then she 47 me over to Bobbie's house．Grandma parked down the street from Bobbie' s house．We 48 noiselessly and hid in the 49 by his front walk．"All right, Santa Claus," she 50 ,"get going．" I rushed out, threw the present down at his front door, 51 his doorbell and flew back to the safety．Together we 52 breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open．
Forty years I haven' t forgotten those 53 I spent shivering （颤抖）in Bobbie' s bushes．That night, I realized that the stories about Santa Clause were really ridiculous ．Santa Claus was alive, 54 we were on his 55 ．
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