Come on, Maria! You can also enjoy you have been dreaming of, if you don’t lose heart. A. as a convenient life as B. as convenient a life as C. as a life convenient as D. convenient as a life as 题目和参考答案——青夏教育精英家教网—

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Come on, Maria! You can also enjoy_____ you have been dreaming of, if you don’t lose heart.

A. as a convenient life as B. as convenient a life as

C. as a life convenient as D. convenient as a life as

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【解析】本题考查as…as的用法。life前有形容词修饰表示“一种的生活”时,是可数名词;as...as之间应接形容词的原级，当as… as 中间有名词时采用as +形容词+ a +单数名词 as结构。

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Last July, my 12-year-old car died on California’s Santa Ana Freeway. It was an hour before sunset, and I was 25 miles from home. I couldn’t reach anyone to pick me up, so I decided to take a bus. Not knowing the routes, I figured I’d just head east.

A bus pulled up, and I asked the driver how far she was going. “Four more lights,” she said. There was another bus I could take from there. This clearly was going to be a long night.

She dropped me off at the end of her route and told me which bus to look for. After waiting 30 minutes, I began to think about a very expensive taxi ride home. Then a bus pulled up. There was no lighted number above its windshield(挡风玻璃). It was out of service. But the door opened, and I was surprised to find that it was the same driver.

“I just can’t leave you here,” she said. “This isn’t the nicest place. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“You’ll drive me home in the bus?” I asked, perplexed(困惑).

“No, I’ll take you in my car,” she said.

“It’s a long way,” I protested.

“Come on, ” she said. “I have nothing else to do.”

As we drove from the station in her car, she began telling me a story. A few days earlier, her brother had run out of gas. A good Samaritan picked him up, took him to a service station and then back to his car. “I’m just passing the favor along, ” she said.

When I offered her money as a thank-you, she wouldn’t hear of it. “That wouldn’t make it a favor, ” she said. “Just do something nice for somebody. Pass it along.”

1. Why did the writer say that he would have a long night?

A. He wondered how long he had to wait for the next bus. B. No driver would give him a ride.

C. He didn’t know the routes. D. He perhaps would have to take a taxi.

2. Judging from its context, the place where the writer waited for the second bus was _______.

A. very quiet and peaceful B. dark without street lights

C. neither clean nor beautiful D. a little unsafe

3. Why did the writer change his mind after waiting for 30 minutes at the end of the route?

A. No bus would come at the time. B. A taxi ride would be more comfortable.

C. He became impatient and a bit worried. D. He knew the driver would never return.

4. The bus driver drove the writer home later because ________.

A. she happened to go in the same direction B. she wanted to do something good for other people

C. her brother told her to do so D. she wanted to earn more money

5. The bus driver hoped that the writer ________

A. would do as she did B. would keep her in memory

C. would give the money to others D. would do her a favor

根据对话内容，从对话后的选项中选出能填入空白处的最佳选项。选项中有两项为多余选项。

— What a tiring evening!

　　 — Oh, it's good to sit down after all that standing.

　　 — 1

　　 — I don't think I've ever felt so tired in my life. 2____

　 — And the heat. _3______

　　 — We shouldn't have accepted the invitation in the first place.

　　 — ____4 We've only been to a party.

　　 — You're right. We must be getting old.

　　 — Come on. ___5 We'd feel better.

　　A．I'm not that tired.

　　B．Let's have some coffee.

　　C．What 's more, I didn't sleep well last night.

　　D．But we shouldn't have felt so tried.

　　E．A good night's sleep will put you right again.

　　F．I could just sit here for ever and ever, and never get up.

　　G．All that silly talk, and the drink and the cigarette smoke

While watching the Olympics the other night,I came across an incredible sight.The　1　was swimming and started with only three men.For one reason or another,two of them had a　2　start,so they were disqualified.That would have been difficult enough,not having anyone to 　3　against.
I watched the man　4　off the blocks and knew immediately that something was wrong.Now I’m not an expert　5　but I do know a good dive　6　a poor one,and this was not exactly medal　7　.I listened to the crowd begin to　8　this poor man who was clearly having a　9　time.Finally he made his turn to start back.It was　10　.He made a few desperate strokes (划水) and you could tell he was exhausted.
But in those few　11　strokes,the crowd had changed.No longer were they laughing,but beginning to　12　.Some even began to　13　things like,“Come on,you can do it！”,and he　14　finished his race.The crowd went　15　.Even though he recorded one of the　16　times in Olympic history,this man gave more heart than any of the other　17　.
In a competition where athletes remove their silver medals,feeling they have　18　been cheated out of gold,or when they act so　19　in front of their competitors,it is nice to watch an underdog (失败者),a man that gave his all—knowing that he had no chance,but competed because of his　20　and the spirit of the games.

It was Saturday . As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and do all your work” was taken seriously back then. Outside,Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having Brother caught to beat carpets , they had sent him to the kitchen for string(线). It seemed there was no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.
My mother looked at the sitting room ,its furniture disorderd for a thorough sweeping, Agun she cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls ! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them
On the way we met Mrs. Patrick, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something
wrong, together with her girls.
There never was such a day for flying kited! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher .We could hardly distinguish   the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down it the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth , just for the joy of sending it up again.
Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. “Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven,” I thought confusedly.
It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to house. I suppose we   had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been a surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was , we didn't mention that day afterward. I flt a little embarrassed .Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep“the things that cannot be and yet they are.”
The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to “go park ,see duck.”
“I can’t go!” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that for.”
My mother , who was visiting us , looked up from the peas she was shelling ,“It’s a wonderful day,”she offered，“Really warm , yet there’s a fine breczc . Do you remember that day we flew kites?”
I stopped in my dash between stove and sink . The looked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. “Come on.”I told my little girl. “You’re right , it’s too good a day to miss.”
Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath (余波)of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely , but now for a long time he had been silent . What was he thinking of – what dark and horrible things?
“Say!” A smile slipped out from his lips . “Do you remember --- no, of course you wouldn’t . It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”
I hardly dared speak.“Remember what ?”
“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp(战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?”
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Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought       .