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I finished my last evening shift of the week and could hardly wait to get home. I took off my nursing shoes, relaxed and then said goodnight to the rest of the girls and headed out of the door.
It was so cold and I could see the ice crystals in the air. As I approached my car, I saw one of my coworkers standing by the bus stop. I thought it would only take a couple of extra minutes to give her a ride home, and besides, it was too cold to be standing outside on the coldest night in January.
We chatted as I drove and before we knew it, we arrived at her house. As she headed up the steps to her door she turned around. “Do you know how to get to your house from here?” “How hard can it be? I’ll just backtrack the way I came.”
I started driving. Nothing looked familiar, but at first that didn’t bother me since I’d never been to this neighborhood before. I kept driving, and soon I sensed that something was wrong. I recognized nothing, not the neighborhoods, not even the street names. My husband would be worried about me. I looked down at my watch. It was now 2:30. I’d left work at 11:30 pm.
I stopped my car. I thought I’d better take stock of my situation. My gas gauge (汽油量表) was slowly going down. In total defeat I put my head down on the steering wheel and asked for help. I lifted my head. I saw a shadow down the road in front of me. It was a car. What was a car doing in the middle of nowhere at 2:30 in the morning?
Hesitantly, I got out of my car and knocked on the window of the other car. An elderly man slowly rolled his window down.
I said, “I’m lost and don’t know how to get back into town.”
In silence, he started driving. I drove behind him.
Finally I recognized a familiar street. As I turned to head home, I lost sight of my guiding angel. When I pulled into my driveway the warning light for my gas tank turned on.
66. The first paragraph tells us that the writer _______.
A. lived near her workplace
B. used to go home by bus
C. worked in a woman’s hospital
D. had been working at night for a week
67. Why did the writer stop her car?
A. To consider and judge the situation. B. To check whether there was gas.
C. To prevent the car breaking down. D. To turn to somebody for help.
68. How did the old man help the writer?
A. He told her the way to the town. B. He led her by driving in front.
C. He called the police to help her. D. He sent her to her home with his car.
69. When the writer got home, _______.
A. she thanked the old man very much
B. her husband was waiting for her anxiously
C. the oil in her car was just going to run out
D. she was totally frozen on the cold night
70. What might be the suitable title for the passage?
A. Keep up and you will succeed at last.
B. Meeting a friendly old man in trouble.
C. Giving a ride to my coworker at night.
D. Losing my way on a cold winter night.
查看习题详情和答案>>shoes, relaxed and then said goodnight to the rest of the girls and headed out of the door.
It was so cold and I could see the ice crystals in the air. As I approached my car, I saw one of my
coworkers standing by the bus stop. I thought it would only take a couple of extra minutes to give her a
ride home, and besides, it was too cold to be standing outside on the coldest night in January.
We chatted as I drove and before we knew it, we arrived at her house. As she headed up the steps
to her door she turned around. "Do you know how to get to your house from here?" "How hard can it
be? I'll just backtrack the way I came."
I started driving. Nothing looked familiar, but at first that didn't bother me since I'd never been to this
neighborhood before. I kept driving, and soon I sensed that something was wrong. I recognized nothing,
not the neighborhoods, not even the street names. My husband would be worried about me. I looked
down at my watch. It was now 2:30. I'd left work at 11:30 pm.
I stopped my car. I thought I'd better take stock of my situation. My gas gauge (汽油量表) was
slowly going down. In total defeat I put my head down on the steering wheel and asked for help. I lifted
my head. I saw a shadow down the road in front of me. It was a car. What was a car doing in the middle
of nowhere at 2:30 in the morning?
Hesitantly, I got out of my car and knocked on the window of the other car. An elderly man slowly
rolled his window down.
I said, "I'm lost and don't know how to get back into town."
In silence, he started driving. I drove behind him.
Finally I recognized a familiar street. As I turned to head home, I lost sight of my guiding angel. When
I pulled into my driveway the warning light for my gas tank turned on.
B. used to go home by bus
C. worked in a woman's hospital
D. had been working at night for a week
B. To check whether there was gas.
C. To prevent the car breaking down.
D. To turn to somebody for help.
B. He led her by driving in front.
C. He called the police to help her.
D. He sent her to her home with his car.
B. her husband was waiting for her anxiously
C. the oil in her car was just going to run out
D. she was totally frozen on the cold night
B. Meeting a friendly old man in trouble.
C. Giving a ride to my coworker at night.
D. Losing my way on a cold winter night.
Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many kindly
relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's father had
managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new suit, with a card
pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New Orleans.
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.
But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because of
my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus.
" He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
it."
It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
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.
Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled, snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me something I
must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to pedal my plane so fast I will
soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
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.
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.
B. Miss Sook had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
B. clever
C. naughty
D. trusted
B. A Christmas Memory
C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family
years, Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many
kindly relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's
father had managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new
suit, with a card pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New
Orleans.
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.
But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because
of my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go
back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus."
He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
it."
It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
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.
Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I
am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like
snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled,
snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me
something I must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny
postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died
last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to
pedal my plane so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
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.
B. His father was very drunk and had difficulty returning home.
C. He didn't say "I love you" to his father.
D. He had an argument with his father at home.
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.
B. Miss had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
B. clever
C. naughty
D. trusted
B. A Christmas Memory
C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family
听力
第一节
听下面5段对话。每段对话后有一个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听完每段对话后，你都有10秒钟的时间来回答有关小题和阅读下一小题。每段对话仅读一遍。
W：Oh, Michael…I didn’t tell you．My sister phoned yesterday．She wants to get married．
M：Married! She’s only seventeen．
1．What does Michael think of the woman’s sister?
A．She is not old enough to get married．
B．She is too old to get married．
C．She is married．
M：Waitress! I’d like the menu, please．
W：Here you are, sir．
2．Where is the man?
A．In a bookstore．
B．In a train station．
C．In a restaurant．
M：Has the TV been repaired?
W：Yes．We’d expected the repairs to cost us about dollars, but they charged us twice as much．
3．How much did the lady pay?
A．＄15．
B．＄20．
C．＄30．
M：Hello, Jane．How lucky to run into you．Can you and Tom come to dinner tomorrow evening?
W：I think so．I don’t think we’re going out．
4．How does the woman respond?
A．She refuses to go to dinner．
B．She agrees to go to dinner．
C．She is angry．
M：I have to go to class because I have a test, but if I could, I’d go with you to the cinema．
W：That’s too bad．I wish that you could come along．
5．Where is the man going?
A．To class．
B．To the cinema．
C．To the doctor’s office．
第二节
听下面5段对话或独白。每段对话或独白后有几个小题，从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听每段对话或独白前，你将有时间阅读各个小题，每小题5秒钟；听完后，各小题将给出5秒钟的作答时间。每段对话或独白读两遍。
听第6段材料，回答第6～8题。
M：Hello, Mrs Smith．How are you?
W：Fine, thanks, Mr Downs．How’s your boy, Jack?
M：He is a bit tired．You know, he goes to school at eight o’clock every morning．He doesn’t get home till after four．Then he does his homework after ten．It often takes him a couple of hours to finish it．
W：Poor boy．Children work hard at school nowadays, don’t they? Does he like it?
M：School, you mean? Yes, he does．He likes his teachers, and that always makes a difference．
W：Yes, it does．Does he go to school by bus?
M：No, he walks．He likes walking．He meets some of his friends at the corner and they go together．
W：What does he do when it rains?
M：His uncle takes him in the car．He passes the school on the way to the office．
6．What are the two talking about?
A．Mrs Smith．
B．Mr Downs．
C．Mr Downs’ son．
7．How long does a school day last?
A．At least 8 hours．
B．About 6 hours．
C．Nearly 7 hours．
8．How does Jack usually go to school?
A．By bus．
B．On foot．
C．By car．
听第7段材料，回答第9～11题。
M：Hello! Can I speak to Susan, please?
W：Speaking．Is that you, Tom?
M：Yes, it is．I am going to New Zealand in two weeks’ time, and my wife is going with me．
W：Oh, how lucky you are! How long are you going for?
M：For a couple of months, maybe half a year．My boss wants me to help set up a branch company there．Well, Susan, you have been to New Zealand several times．Can you give us some suggestions, or just tell us about that country?
W：I’d love to．We can have a talk sometime．
M：Why not come over to dinner in my house this weekend．My wife wants to meet you as well．
W：All right．What about Saturday?
M：OK．See you at 6∶00 p. m., this coming Saturday．Goodbye!
9．Who answered the phone?
A．Tom．
B．Tom’s wife．
C．Susan．
10．When are they going to New Zealand?
A．In half a year．
B．In a couple of months．
C．In two weeks．
11．Where are they going to meet?
A．At Susan’s．
B．At Tom’s．
C．In New Zealand．
听第8段材料，回答第12～14题。
M：As you can see, Maria, the railway station is very crowded during rush hours．
W：How many people do you suppose ride into New York every day to work?
M：I don’t know．Must be several hundred thousand at least．Maybe a million．
W：I’m glad they’re not all taking this train．
M：Oh, they come from all directions, and by many different means, by railroads, ferries and subways．Then of course, some people drive in．
W：I’m a little afraid I’ll get lost．
M：You’ll soon learn that New York is a very easy city to get around．
W：Let’s see, the “Avenues” run north and south and the “Streets” run east and west, don’t they?
M：That’s right．You won’t get lost when you travel alone．
W：I hope not．
12．What can Maria see?
A．Many trains．
B．Many planes．
C．Many people．
13．What’s the woman afraid of?
A．Driving in．
B．Taking ferries(摆渡)．
C．Getting lost．
14．What kind of city is New York, according to the man?
A．An easy city to get around．
B．A city full of subways．
C．A city difficult to get around．
听第9段材料，回答第15～17题。
W：Good afternoon．
M：Good afternoon．My name’s William Turner．I want to make an appointment to see Dr Smith please．
W：Yes, of course, Mr Turner．May I have your address please?
M：108 Park Road, London．
W：Yes, we have you on our records．Can you manage this afternoon at 3：00?
M：Fine．
W：Will 3：00 be all right?
M：Well, yes, but I prefer a later time so I can come along after work．
W：Then what about 5：30?
M：Well, that’s fine．Thank you．Goodbye．
W：Goodbye．
15．Who is William Turner?
A．A close friend of Dr Smith’s．
B．A patient of Dr Smith’s．
C．Both A and B．
16．When will Mr Turner go to see Dr Smith?
A．At 4∶00 p. m．
B．At 5∶00 p. m．
C．At 5∶30 p. m．
17．What’s the main idea of this dialogue?
A．Mr Turner wants to make an appointment with Dr Smith．
B．Mr Turner will go to see Dr Smith at 5∶30 p. m．
C．Mr Turner is a patient of Dr Smith’s．
听第10段材料，回答第18～20题。
If a Chinese comes to England and wants to drive his car there, he must know the English rules of the road and the English traffic signs．One rule is that he must always drive on the left．Another rule is that he mustn’t drive faster than thirty mph through town and villages．If he does not pay attention to this speed limit, the police will soon be after him．The third rule is that cars on the main road have right of way．It is not easy to drive in London, because the traffic is so busy and buses and trucks sometimes block the roads．It is much less difficult to find your way if you go by one of the red buses or the underground．There are bus stops at every street corner．And if you cannot find one, ask a policeman．He will help you at once．
18．On which side of the road are cars driven in England?
A．On the left．
B．On the right．
C．The passage doesn’t tell about that．
19．What can we know from the passage?
A．We know police in England are often after you．
B．We know police in England are often helpful．
C．We know police in England are often impolite．
20．What’s the best title for this passage?
A．English Traffic
B．Come to England
C．Traffic Rules