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16.They never had a mood to care about flowers,for they had something more important     :bread.(  )
A.worrying aboutB.worried about
C.to worry aboutD.to be worried about

分析 他们从没有心情去关心花,因为他们有更重要的事情要担心:面包.

解答 答案:C
分析句意可知,此处在句中作宾语补足语,意为:有(更重要的事情)要担心;由于句中的 something是由主语"they"来完成的,故此处应使用have sth.to do;A.have+sth.(宾语)+doing(宾语补足语)"让某种情况发生",其中的宾语与现在分词所表示的动作之间是主动关系,且表示动作正在进行;B.have sth.(宾语)+done(宾语补足语)"让某人做某事",其中宾语与过去分词表示的动作之间是被动关系,且表示已完成的动作;而此处表示将要完成的动作;D.have sth.to be done"有事要做";这件事本身不是由主语来完成的;因此A.B.D不合句意,故选C.

点评 本题考查了动作不定式的用法.除了应熟练掌握动词不定式(包括其一般时,完成时,进行时以及动词不定式的完成进行时)的用法外,还应正确区分由使役动词have等构成的一些结构用法,如:have+sth.+doing;have sth.to do;have sth.done以及have sth.to be done之间的用法区别.

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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?"
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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.
57.Which of the following statements is NOT true?A 
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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.
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B.Miss Sook had no idea of Santa Clause,and lied to Buddy.
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D.Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
59.The following words can describe Miss Sook exceptC.
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B.A Christmas Memory
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