题目内容
My aunt, Barbara, ________ a restaurant in America.
- A.works
- B.operates
- C.runs
- D.organizes
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 and never to come back was hardly in my head then.
The four years that followed taught me the importance of optimism(乐观), 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(移民局官员), 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 go away at last! 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.
【小题1】 How did the author get to know America?
A.From radio programs | B.From books and pictures |
C.From her mother | D.From her relatives |
A.excited | B.confused | C.worried | D.amazed |
A.often lost her way |
B.did not think about her future |
C.studied in three different schools |
D.got on well with her stepfather |
A.She worked as a translator. |
B.She attended a lot of job interviews. |
C.She paid telephone bills for her family. |
D.She helped her family with her English. |
A.her future will be free from troubles |
B.it is difficult to learn to become patient |
C.there are more good things than bad things |
D.good things will happen if one keeps trying |
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.
【小题1】How did the author get to know America?
A.From her relatives | B.From her mother |
C.From Books and pictures | D.From radio programs |
A.confused | B.excited |
C.worried | D.amazed |
A.often lost her way |
B.did not think about her future |
C.studied in three different schools |
D.got on well with her stepfather |
A.She worked as a translator |
B.She attended a lot of job interviews |
C.She paid telephone bills for her family |
D.She helped her family with her English |
A.her future will be free from troubles |
B.it is difficult to learn to become patient |
C.there are more good things than bad things |
D.good things will happen if one keeps trying |
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I had a cigarette one morning as I walked along the wooded path toward my house deep in the forest. I know smoking is bad for me, and 1 . I had tried to kick the habit, but 2 . Not even when my aunt Bernie got lung cancer. How many times had she begged me to give _3 up? After she died, I made up my mind to stop, and did so, but 4 I started up again. The house had been one of Aunt Bernie's favorite places to stay. Lately, I had earned some 5 income by renting it out. New renters were 6 to arrive that afternoon. The house has no electricity, so I had to 7 there was enough propane (丙烷) in the tank to 8 the fridge and the stove (火炉). Seeing the house in the distance through the trees, I thought about 9 . I could still hear her 10 telling me, "Give up smoking; it will 11 you." As I was 12 the house, the voice grew stronger, 13 my aunt were standing right beside me. Finally, I couldn't 14 it any longer. I smothered (弄熄) it. "Fine, Auntie, I 15 . See?" I continued down the path, 16 the urge to light up again. Reaching the house, I opened the door. Whoa! I stepped back. The 17 was strong. Propane gases! I ran around to the back and found the problem. The previous 18 had forgotten to turn off the propane tank before they left. The house had been 19 up with gas for a week! If I had still been smoking that cigarette... I thought now, 20 . My aunt Bernie was right. Smoking can kill me. The next day I started a quitsmoking program, and I haven't lit up since. | ||||
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I had a cigarette one morning as I walked along the wooded path toward my house deep in the forest. I know smoking is bad for me, and 1 . I had tried to kick the habit, but 2 . Not even when my aunt Bernie got lung cancer. How many times had she begged me to give _3_ up? After she died, I made up my mind to stop, and did so, but 4 I started up again. The house had been one of Aunt Bernie's favorite places to stay. Lately, I had earned some 5 income by renting it out. New renters were 6 to arrive that afternoon. The house has no electricity, so I had to 7 there was enough propane (丙烷) in the tank to 8 the fridge and the stove (火炉). Seeing the house in the distance through the trees, I thought about 9 . I could still hear her 10 telling me, "Give up smoking; it will 11 you." As I was 12 the house, the voice grew stronger, 13 my aunt were standing right beside me. Finally, I couldn't 14 it any longer. I smothered (弄熄) it. "Fine, Auntie, I 15 . See?" I continued down the path, 16 the urge to light up again. Reaching the house, I opened the door. Whoa! I stepped back. The 17 was strong. Propane gases! I ran around to the back and found the problem. The previous 18 had forgotten to turn off the propane tank before they left. The house had been 19 up with gas for a week! If I had still been smoking that cigarette... I thought now, 20 . My aunt Bernie was right. Smoking can kill me. The next day I started a quitsmoking program, and I haven't lit up since. | ||||
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