题目内容
Three hours _______, I phoned him again.
- A.late
- B.lately
- C.later
- D.latest
three hours later三小时以后。
| Read the play and answer the questions. Place: A child’s room with white walls, a white chair, and a white bed. On the bed, there are some clothes. Character: A doll, who looks old and dirty, is sitting on the bed and speaking. The doll: She should be here soon. We will play some games today. (Three hour pass. NO ONE knocks on the door.) The doll: Just a few more seconds. We might play “try-on-new-clothes” today. (Five hours go by. NO SOUND is heard.) The doll: Maybe the school bus is late. Soon she’ll be here, and we’ll sing and dance together. (One day has flown away. The doll is still sitting on the bed, waiting.) The doll: Maybe tomorrow… I’m sure she’ll come tomorrow, and then we’ll play. (There in the room, the doll repeats the same story every day… ) & play 剧本 character 角色 【小题1】What happens in the play?
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My earliest memory of dad is grabbing（抓住）his hand while we walked together. As I grew older, I remember my father and I listening to basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep 35 the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet with the 36 score on it would be lying next to me. I’ll always remember that.
On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck as he delivered（分送）the bread to the stores. The 37 and the warmth from the bread made my mouth water and kept me warm. I’ll always remember that.
My father would be present at all my games. One night before an important game my father told me 38 that he wouldn’t be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour 39 . The next day as the game drew near I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and 40 saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He managed to 41 the game. I’ll always remember that.
Years later I had become a 42 . I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been killed in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart 43 in my ears. I 44 the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that nothing really 45 to me. I still taught in school but I couldn’t centre attention on my teaching. One day I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. His hand held mine the same way I used to hold my father’s by the last two fingers. At that moment I found my 46 in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, compassion and touch. My purpose was to use those gifts as he did. From that day on I started. I’ll always remember that!
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