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13.Terry threw out his arm just in time to stop you falling down the stairs.Otherwise,I       you black and blue all over now.(  )
A.seeB.will seeC.would seeD.would have seen

分析 Terry及时伸出胳膊防止你从楼梯上摔下来.要不然,我现在看到的你应该全身都青一块紫一块的了.

解答 答案:C
句意表达的是相反假设,要用虚拟结构;otherwise否则,要不然,相当于一个条件状语从句;对现在的虚拟,主语中要用情态动词加动词原形.故选C.

点评 虚拟语气是表示与事实相反的假设,构成方式有:对现在或将来,条件句中用一般过去时态,主语用情态动词加动词原形;对过去,条件句中用过去完成时态,主语用情态动词加完成时态.学习时,要牢记构成方式.

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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?"
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.
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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.
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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 
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.
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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.
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A.old             B.clever          C.naughty           D.trusted
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B.A Christmas Memory
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On the last day of our visit,I found myself alone on a busy corner across the street from our hotel.Bicycles and motorbikes rushed in front of me.As I hesitated on the sidewalk,I felt a hand on my elbow and looked down to see the smile of my small beggar friend looking up at me.She nodded her head toward the street,indicating that she would take me across.Together,we moved slowly into the chaos.
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C.express what we should offer the beggars
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