16．C 17．B 18．B 19．B 20．B
Text 1 M: I want
to exercise, but never seem to find the time.
W: Why not do it
first thing in the morning?
Text2 W: Swimming is an
exciting sport.
M: So is
mountain climbing.
Text3 W: Look! The room
is full of smoke. I can hardly breathe.
M: I agree.
Smoking shouldn't be permitted here in this room.
Text4 M: How do Jane and Bill
like their new home?
W: It's really
very nice, but they are tired of the noise of the planes going over their house.
Text5 W: How are you
finding life in your school this year?
M: Much the same
as last.
Text6 M: I've got a
temperature and my stomach hurts.
W : How long have you been feeling this way?
M: It all
started the day before yesterday.
W :You seem to have picked up some kind of infection.
M: What should I
do?
W: Take a few
days off work and don't tire yourself out.
Text7 W: Where are you
going to spend your holiday this year, Jack?
M: We may go
abroad. I'm not sure. My wife and I want to go to Egypt, but my daughter wants
to go to Italy. We can't make up our minds.
Text8 M: Fares please!
W: Friendship
Square, please.
M: I'm sorry,
madam. I can't change a pound note. Have you got any small change?
W: I've got no
small change, I'm afraid.
Text9 M: My boss told me never
to go to work again.
W: I can't
believe it. Why?
M: I don't know.
When he told me that, I was so confused.
W: Did you
usually go to work late?
M: Well, I often
did.
W: When you did
your work, did you think about other things?
M: Sometimes.
W :Could you use a computer?
M: No, I can
only use a typewriter.
W : Well , I think I know why. You didn' t
use your time well, and you didn' t learn new things.
Text10
“Fire! Fire! ”What terrible words to hear when
one wakes up in a strange house in the middle of the night! It was a large old
wooden house and my room was on the top floor. I jumped out of bed, opened the
door and stepped out. It was full of thick smoke.I
began to run, but instead of going towards the stairs I went in the opposite
direction. I found an open door and ran into a room to get to the window. But
before I could reach it, one of my feet caught in something soft and I fell
down. The thing I had fallen over felt like a bundle of clothes, and I picked
it up to protect my face from the smoke and heat. Just then the floor gave way
under me and I crashed to the floor below.
I saw a doorway in front of me, put the bundle over my face and ran.
I got through. As I reached the cold air outside, my bundle of clothes gave a
low cry. I nearly dropped it in surprise. Then I saw a crowd gathered in the
street. A woman in a night-dress and a borrowed man's coat screamed as she saw
me came running madly.
“My baby! My baby!”she cried. The crowd cheered wildly
as she took the bundle out of my arms. I had saved the baby. I was a hero.