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I walked into our garden, _______ Tom and Jim were tying a big sign onto one of the trees.

A. which         B. when          C. where         D. that

 

【答案】

C

【解析】 略

 

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　　That cold January night,I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco．There I was,walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater．With opening night only a week away,I was still learning my lines．I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time．As I walked,I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco．City life had become too much for me．

　　As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings,I felt very small and cold．I began running,both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers（抢劫犯）．Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets．

　　About a block from my apartment（公寓房间）,I heard a sound behind me I turned quickly,half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun．The street was empty．All I saw was a shining streetlight．Still,the noise had made me nervous,so I started to run faster．Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been．It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk．

　　Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore．I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise．Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes,my wallet was nowhere to be found．

　　Just as I was about to give up the search,I heard the garbage truck（垃圾车）pull up to the sidewalk next to me．When a voice called from the inside,“Alisa Camacho?”I thought I was dreaming．How could this man know my name?The door opened,and out jumped a small red-haired man withan amused look in his eyes．“Is this what you're looking for?”he asked,holding up a small square shape．

　　It was nearly 3 A．M．by the time I got into bed．I wouldn't get much sleep that night,but I had gotten my wallet back．I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life．I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other．

(1)

How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

[　　]

A．

Cold and sick．

B．

Fortunate and hopeful．

C．

Satisfied and cheerful．

D．

Disappointed and helpless．

(2)

From the first paragraph,we learn that the writer was busy ________

[　　]

A．

solving her problem at the bank

B．

taking part in various city activities

C．

learning acting in an evening school

D．

preparing for the first night show

(3)

On her way home the writer ________

[　　]

A．

lost her wallet unknowingly

B．

was stopped by a garbage truck driver

C．

was robbed of her wallet by an armed man

D．

found some homeless people following her

(4)

In the fifth paragraph,why did the writer say she was dreaming?

[　　]

A．

Someone offered to take her back home．

B．

A red-haired man came to see her．

C．

She heard someone call her name．

D．

Her wallet was found in a garbage truck．

(5)

From the text,we can infer that the writer ________

[　　]

A．

would stop working at night

B．

would stay on in San Francisco

C．

would make friends with cleaners

D．

would give up her job at the bank

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　　That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco．There I was walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater．With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines．I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time．As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco．City life had become too much for me．

　　As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold．I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers．Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets．

　　About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me．I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun．The street was empty．All I saw was a shining streetlight．Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster．Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been．It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk．

　　Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired any more．I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise．Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found．

　　Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me．When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho? ” I thought I was dreaming．How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes．“Is this what you're looking for? ” he asked, holding up a small square shape．

　　It was nearly 3 a．m．by the time I got into bed．I wouldn't get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back．I also had got back some enjoyment of city life．I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other．

(1)

How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

[　　]

A．

Cold and sick

B．

Lucky and hopeful

C．

Satisfied and cheerful

D．

Disappointed and helpless

(2)

From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy ________．

[　　]

A．

solving her problem at the bank

B．

getting used to the city life

C．

learning acting in an evening school

D．

preparing for the first night show

(3)

On her way home the writer．

[　　]

A．

lost her wallet unknowingly

B．

talked a lot with a garbage truck driver

C．

was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife

D．

found some homeless people following her

(4)

From the text, we can infer that the writer．

[　　]

A．

would stop working at night

B．

would stay on in San Francisco

C．

would make friends with cleaners．

D．

would give up her job at the bank

Little Bit

"Meow, meow, meow," is what I heard as I walked. I went to the noise and found there was a 36 black and white cat under a piece of wood. I picked him up and 　37 he must be freezing to death. I 　38 home with the cat held in my jacket.

My new best friend, who soon became known as Little Bit, received his name because he was almost 　　39　　 when I held him in my hands. He stood about five inches tall. Little Bit's small size had a great advantage -- he 　40 perfectly in the pocket of my jacket, which made 41 him everywhere very easy. Any time I was home, he wouldn’t leave my 　42 . He was always eager to play with me. When I fell asleep at night, he would always roll up around my head to keep me 　43.

　 Unfortunately, I grew up. My teenage life 　44 my relationship with Little Bit. I lived at such a fast pace (节奏) that I stopped making time for him. My free time was spent with my 　45 　　 instead. I would come in the house on my phone and not 　46 him at all. His meows became an annoyance to me, but it wasn’t his fault that he 　47 his best friend back.

　 With time going by, Little Bit became 48 . His body began shutting down and by the time I realized 　49 was wrong with him, he had already lost his balance. He lay there and looked at me, and 　50 this day I still remember the 　51 look in his bright green eyes. I took him to the vet (兽医), but there was nothing he could do. The last time I 　52 him he wasn’t the same tiny cat I had found ten years before. Little Bit filled my arms and he was put to sleep that day.

Little Bit’ s 　53 made me realize how much he meant to me. He was always there for me when I 　54 him. I regret our last years together and I feel sorry for not always being there for him. I will always 　55 the special memories we made.

36. A. tiny 　　　　　　　　 B. lovely　　　　　　　　　　　 C. pretty 　　　　　 D. friendly

37. A. agreed 　　　　　　　　　　 B. remembered 　　　　　 C. realized　　 　　 D. proved

38. A. left 　　　　　　　　　 B. stayed 　　　　　　　　　 C. drove 　　　　　　　　　　 D. hurried

39. A. useless 　　　　　　 B. weightless 　　　　　　　 C. breathless 　　　 D. hopeless

40. A. fitted 　　　　　　　 B. grew　　　　　　　　 　 C. played 　　　　　　 D. existed

41. A. showing 　　　　　 B. keeping 　　　　　　　　　 C. taking 　　　　　　 D. putting

42. A. pocket 　　　　　　　　　　 B. heart 　　　　　　　　　　 C. mind 　　　　　　　 D. side

43. A. quiet 　　　　　　　　 B. asleep 　　　　　　　　　　 C. safe 　　　　　　　 D. warm

44. A. built 　　　　　　　　 B. weakened　　　　 　 C. deepened 　　　　 D. sharpened

45. A. computer　　　　　 B. friends　　　　　　　　　　 　 C. parents 　　　　　 D. relatives

46. A. find 　　　　　　　　 B. feed 　　　　　　　　　　　 C. notice 　　　　　　 D. hear

47. A. pulled 　　　　　　　 B. won 　　　　　　　　　　　 C. wanted 　　　　　 D. permitted

48. A. weak　　　　　　　　 B. big　　　　　　　　　　　　　 C. strong 　　　　　　 D. healthy

49. A. everything 　　　　 B. nothing 　　　　　　　　　 C. anything 　　　　 D. something

50. A. until 　　　　　　　　 B. before 　　　　　　　　　 C. during 　　　　　　 D. for

51. A. shameful 　　　　　 B. serious 　　　　　　　　　 C. long 　　　　　　　 D. sorrowful

52. A. helped 　　　　　　　 B. met 　　　　　　　　　　　 C. held 　　　　　　　 D. doubted

53. A. death 　　　　　　　 B. illness　　　　　　　　　　　 C. sadness 　　　　　 D. story

54. A. caught　　　　 　 B. needed　　　　　　　　　　 　 C. protected 　　　　 D. picked

55. A. admire 　　　　　　 　　B. treasure　　　　　　　　　 C. remind 　　　　　 D. explore
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     That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home 
at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was 
still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at 
night at the same time. 
     As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become 
too much for me. As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began 
running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still 
out except a few sad-looking homeless peopl e under blankets.
     About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to 
see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the 
noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and 
unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
     Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired any more. I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the 
noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.
     Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to 
me. When a voice called from the inside , "Alisa Camacho?" I thought I was dreaming. How could this 
man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look 
in his eyes. "Is this what you're looking for?" he asked, holding up a small square shape.
     It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn't get much sleep that night, but I had got my 
wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn't be a bad 
place as long as people were willing to help each other.
1.How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?
A. Cold and sick                    
B. Lucky and hopeful
C. Satisfied and cheerful              
D. Disappointed and helpless
2.From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy _____.
A. solving her problem at the bank      
B. getting used to the city life
C. learning acting in an evening school   
D. preparing for the first night show
3.On her way home the writer______.          
A. lost her wallet unknowingly
B. talked a lot with a garbage truck driver
C. was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife  
D. found some homeless people following her
4.From the text, we can infer that the writer_____.
A. would stop working at night        
B. would stay on in San Francisco
C. would make friends with cleaners.   
D. would give up her job at the bank

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport．The airline had announced her departure and standing near the security gate，they hugged and he said，“I love you．I wish you enough”

She in turn said，“Dad，our life together has been more than enough．Your love is a11 I ever needed．I wish you enough，too，Dad．”They kissed and she left

He walked over toward the window where I was seated Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry．I tried not to disturb his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking,“Did you ever say good—bye to someone knowing it would be forever?’’

“Yes，I have．”I replied“Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?”“I’m old and she lives much too far away I have challenges ahead，and the reality is，the next trip back will be for my funeral．”He said．

“When you were saying good-bye 1 heard you say,‘1 wish you enough．’May I ask what that means?”

He began to smile．“That’s a wish that has been handed down for many generations within my family．My parents used to say it to everyone．”

He paused for a moment，looking up as if trying to remember it in detail，and then he smiled even more“When we said‘I wish you enough’，we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain(使…持续)them．，，He continued and then turning toward me be shared the following：

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright。

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more．

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive．

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger．

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting．

I wish you enough loss to appreciate a11 that you possess

I wish you enough ‘Hellos’ to get you enough the final ‘Good—byes’”

Then he walked away．

I WISH YOU ENOUGH !

1．The father at the airport to         ．

A．see his daughter off              B．welcome his daughter home

C．meet his daughter and the author   D．share the touching poem with the author

2．It can be inferred that        ．

A．it was not convenient for the father and daughter to see each other face to face

B．the daughter was eager to leave his father

C．the daughter was looking forward to her father’s funeral

D．the daughter did not care about his father at all

3．What is probably the author’s feeling after hearing the father’s words explaining the meaning “1 wish you enough”?

A．Satisfied       B．Interested      C．Moved     D．Curious

4．Which is probably the best title of this story?

A．Enough is Enough                     B．Father and Daughter

C．I Wish You Enough                    D．You Can Never Be Happy Enough

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