So far, we have l________ five Units in Module 7．Now let's

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make a brief ________(介绍)to each unit．Unit One is about

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Marty's story．Though he is ________(残疾), he never gives up

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and becomes more i________(独立)．Unit Two is about“Robots”．

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Robots can do many things ________ of humans．“Under the sea”

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is the topic of Unit Three．It's an ________(轶事)of a killer

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whale．The story of Unit Four is about“Sharing”．Jo is a v________．She

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offered to teach in the r________ area．In Unit Five, we know Xie Lei

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went ________ to study business．She learned a lot there．

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　　In addition, we've also learned another two units in

Module 8－“California”and“________”(克隆)．

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阅读下列材料，从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出最佳选项。

　　“Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents, ” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug．

　　“It's so dreadful to be poor! ” sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress．

　　“I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all, ” added little Amy, with an injured sniff．

　　“We've got father and mother and each other, ” said Beth, contentedly．

　　The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly：“We haven't got father, and shall not have him for a long time．” She didn't say “perhaps never”, but each silently added it, thinking of father far away, where the fighting was．

　　Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone：“You know the reason mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure when our men are suffering so in the army．We can't do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly．But I am afraid I don't”; and Meg shook her head, and she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted．

　　“But I don't think the little we should spend would do any good．We've each got a dollar, and the army wouldn't be much helped by our giving that．I agree not to expect anything from mother or you, but I do want to buy UNDINE AND SINTRAM for myself; I've wanted it so long, ” said Jo, who was a bookworm．

　　“I planned to spend mine on new music, ” said Beth, with a little sigh．

　　“I shall get a nice box of Faber's drawing pencils; I really need them, ” said Amy, decidedly．

　　“Mother didn't say anything about our money, and she won't wish us to give up everything．Let's each buy what we want, and have a little fun; I'm sure we work hard enough to earn it, ” cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner．

　　“I know I do-teaching those tiresome children nearly all day when I am longing to enjoy myself at home, ” began Meg, in the complaining tone again．

　　“You don't have half such a hard time as I do, ” said Jo．“How would you like to be shut up for hours with a nervous, fussy old lady, who is never satisfied, and worries you till you're ready to fly out of the window or cry? ”

　　“It's naughty to fret; but I do think washing dishes and keeping things tidy is the worst work in the world．It makes me cross; nd my hands get so stiff, I can't practice well at all”; and Beth looked at her rough hands with a sigh that anyone could hear．

　　“I don't believe any of you suffer as I do．” cried Amy, “for you don't have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don't know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn't rich．”

　　“If you mean libel, I'd say so, and not talk about labels, as if papa was a pickle-bottle, ” advised Jo, laughing．

　　“I know what I mean, and you needn't be satirical about it．It's proper to use good words, and improve your vocabulary, ” returned Amy, with dignity．

　　“Don't peck at one another, children．Don't you wish we had the money papa lost when we were little, Jo? Dear me! How happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries! ” said Meg, who could remember better times．

　　“You once said you thought we were a deal happier than the King children, for they were fighting and fretting all the time, in spite of their money．”

　　“So I did．I think we are; for, though we do have to work, we make fun for ourselves, and are a pretty jolly set, as Jo would say．” Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle．

　　“Don't, Jo; it's so boyish! ”

　　“That's why I do it．”

　　“I detest rude, unladylike girls! ”

　　“I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits! ”

　　“Birds in their little nests agree” sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh, and the `pecking' ended for that time．

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　　Polly Jones lived on a farm．She had lived there all her life,all twelve years of it．Her father,who managed the farm,had just lifted the potato crop．Prices were high:he wanted to sell the crop as quickly as he could．

　　Polly wandered over the rough field looking for the smaller potatoes that the pickers had accidentally missed．She found one,then another,then a handful．She was pleased．They were delicious once cooked．Then she caught sight of something else．It looked like a piece of coloured stone．Polly picked it up and thought how pretty it was．She could see a pattern on it:a picture of a fish and a part of a leaf．She scraped（擦去）the soil away around her feet and found that she was standing on what seemed to be a piece of pavement（铺路石）．Stuck to another piece of stone was something small and round like a button．She realized it was an old coin．

　　The field was busy the next morning though not with potato pickers．In front of the house where the farm machinery usually stood were several cars and a policeman．A group of distinguished-looking men and women had appeared the morning after her father's telephone call．The local television station had shown some pictures of the field with Polly pointing to the place where she had found her pavement．It was proving to be of Roman origin and was being described as the most exciting thing that had happened in the area since the end of the Second World War．In those days an American airbase had occupied the site of the potato field．

　　A week later about forty students arrived from the local university．That afternoon a truck with equipment arrived．The excavation（挖掘）was officially under way．Permission had been given and the“dig”,as it was called,was expected to last several months．Polly wondered how the everyday work of the farm would get done with so many strange people around and cars coming and going all day long．All the unusual activity had made the cows and sheep restless．Her father said their cows produced less milk．

　　Still,it was interesting and great fun．They had let her keep the gold coin．

　　From then on,Polly wouhl always walk carefully over potato fields．

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　　I was 9 years old when I found out my father was ill．It was, but I can remember my mother's words as if it were yesterday：“Kerrel, I don't want you to take food from your father, because he has AIDS．Be very careful when you are around him.”

　　AIDS wasn't something we talked about in my country when I was growing up．From then on, I knew that this would be a family secret．My parents were not together anymore, and my dad lived alone．For a while, he could take care of himself．But when I was 12, his condition worsened．My father's other children lived far away, so it fell to me to look after him．

　　We couldn't afford all the necessary medication for him, and because Dad was unable to work, I had no money for school supplies and often couldn't even buy food for dinner．I would sit in class feeling completely lost, the teacher's words muffled as I tried to figure out how I was going to manage．

　　I did not share my burden with anyone．I had seen how people reacted to AIDS．Kids laughed at classmates who had parents with the disease．And even adults could be cruel．When my father was moved to the hospital, the nurses would leave his food on the bedside table even though he was too weak to feed himself．

　　I had known that he was going to die, but after so many years of keeping his condition a secret．I was completely unprepared when he reached his final days．Sad and hopeless, I called a woman at the nonprofit National AIDS Support．That day, she kept me on the phone for hours．I was so lucky to find someone who cared．She saved my life．

　　I was 15 when my father died．He took his secret away with him, having never spoken about AIDS to anyone, even me．He didn't want to call attention to AIDS．I do．

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