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He noticed that Joan was studying him closely, but her expression gave away nothing of what she was thinking.
A . revealed
B . disposed
C . reminded
D . distributed
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I’ve come to ask him for the book. That’s why I （） wait until he comes back.
A . need
B . should
C . oughtto
D . have to
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He said that he was （）aware of the difficulty of being a father.
A . highly
B . fully
C . soundly
D . firmly
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Thomas said that he was late because he was caught in a traffic jam. That was a s tory.
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When I told him that I wrote _________, he thought for a long time that it was _________ the handwriting which I meant, for he could write a _________ good hand himself.
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When my husband came here he was very disturbed. And I think he's been encouraged to believe his fantasies really existed. But that's over now, he's ____ himself.
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When I asked him that question he was stuck . （ ）
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After I ______ for an hour, I realized that he was not coming.A. was waiting B. had been waitingC. waited D. have waited
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He was a man of _____, but unfortunately he had a bad reputation which I believe was not deserved.
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25. The traffic was making so much noise that I couldn’t hear what he ______.
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5.Although he talked like a man of sense, his action was that of a fool.
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—Tom! What's that？—There two girls behind you. ______You’ve just noticed？—I don’t get why anybody does that anymore. It’s so annoying!
A．They’ve been smoking like chimneys.
B．I can’t stand smoking here.
C．Many people around here are smoking.
D．The secondhand smoke is going to kill us.
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听力原文：I've called the plumber four times for the leaking faucet, and each time he said that he'd get to it as soon as he could.
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A．The plumber said on the phone he would get the leaking faucet as soon as possible.
B．The faucet didn't stop leaking until the plumber came.
C．The faucet stopped leaking as soon as the repairperson came.
D．Although I've phoned the repairperson for many times, he did not come.
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Too Late to Regret it When I was a junior, I met a second-year student in my department. He wasn't tall or good-looking, but he was very nice, attractive and athletic. He had something that I admired very much. He was natural, warm, and sincere.
I disregarded (不顾) my parents' disapproval. We were very happy together. He picked me up from my dorm every morning, and after class we would sit alongside the stream that ran through campus, or sunbathe (晒太阳) on the lawn. At night he would walk me back to my dorm. He came from a poor family, but in order to make me happy, he borrowed money from his friend to buy presents and meals for me. Our fellow students looked up to him as a role model, and the girls envied (妒忌) me. He wasn't a local, but wanted to stay here after graduation. I thought we had a future together.
However, when I got a part-time job during the summer vacation, people began giving me a lot of pressure, saying that a pretty, intelligent girl like me should find a better guy to spend time with. This was also what my family thought. He spent the summer in his hometown, so I was all by myself. When he got back, I began finding fault with him. But his big heart and warmth soon drove all unpleasant thoughts away. However, I had no idea how badly I had hurt him and that things would get worse.
I had a good part4ime job off campus that paid pretty well. With my good performance at school, I also got admission to graduate school at one of China's best universities. He, on the other hand, did not do so well at school or at work. I had to worry about his living expenses, job and scores.
Almost all my colleagues and friends advised me to break up with him. Then we had a quarrel last June. He was in great pain, and my cold words and bad moods started turning him away.
Graduation time was drawing near, and he said he wanted to go back to his hometown. He said that he couldn't put up with me anymore. I was shocked and looked at him in despair.
True love happens only once, but I found it out too late.
第36题：When did the author fall in love with the boy？
A．When she was a junior.
B．After she had a quarrel with him.
C．When she was a second-year student.
D．After she found a part-time job.
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_____ is that he was blessed with a very good memory.
A:What can be said with certainty of Richard Nixon
B:What of Richard Nixon with certainty can be said
C:What can say with certainty of Richard Nixon
D:What of Richard Nixon with certainty can say
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A young man who lived in London was in love with a beautiful girl. Soon she became his fiancée (未婚妻). The man was very poor while the girl was rich. The young man wanted to make her a present on her birthday. He wanted to buy something beautiful for her, but he had no idea how to do it, as he had very little money. The next morning he went to a shop. There were many fine things there: gold watches, diamond… but all these things were too expensive. There was one thing he could not take his eyes off. It was a beautiful vase. That was a suitable present for his fiancée. He had been looking at the vase for half an hour when the manager of the shop noticed him. The young man looked so pale, sad and unhappy that the manager asked what had happened to him.
The young man told him everything. The manager felt sorry for him and decided to help him. A bright idea struck him. The manager pointed to the corner of the shop. To his great surprise the young man saw a vase broken into many pieces. The manager said: "When the servant enters the room, he will drop it."
On the birthday of his fiancée the young man was very excited. Everything happened as had been planned. The servant brought in the vase, and as he entered the room, he dropped it. There was horror on everybody's face. When the box was opened, the guests saw that each piece was packed separately.
6. The story took place ______.
A. in France B. in the United States
C. in Germany D. in England
7. Which of the following is true？
A. A rich young man fell in love with a beautiful girl.
B. The young man had enough money to buy a beautiful vase.
C. The young man loved the girl but the girl didn't love him.
D. The young man's family was poor while the beautiful girl is rich.
8. Why did the young man want to buy a present for the girl？
A. He wanted to give her a Christmas present.
B. He fell in love with her.
C. Her birthday was coming soon.
D. They were going to get married.
9. Why did the shop manager come to talk to the young man？
A. He looked very excited.
B. He was poorly dressed.
C. He looked pale and sad.
D. He said he wanted to buy a beautiful vase.
10. On the birthday of his fiancée, the young man was excited because ______.
A. the girl was in love with him
B. the girl looked beautiful
C. he was not sure whether his trick would be seen through
D. the girl was happy and gay
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Soon after his appointment as secretary-general of the United Nations in 1997, Kofi Annan lamented that he was being accused of failing to reform. the world body in six weeks. "But what are you complaining about？" asked the Russian ambassador: "You've had more time than God." Ah, Mr. Annan quipped back, "but God had one big advantage. He worked alone without a General Assembly, a Security Council and [all] the committees."
Recounting that anecdote to journalists in New York this week, Mr. Annan sought to explain why a draft declaration on UN reform. and tackling world poverty, due to be endorsed by some 150 heads of state and government at a world summit in the city on September 14th16th, had turned into such a pale shadow of the proposals that he himself had put forward in March. "With 191 member states", he sighed, "it's not easy to get an agreement."
Most countries put the blame on the United States, in the form. of its abrasive new ambassador, John Bolton, for insisting at the end of August on hundreds of last minute amendments and a line-by-line renegotiation of a text most others had thought was almost settled. But a group of middle-income developing nations, including Pakistan, Cuba, Iran, Egypt, Syria and Venezuela, also came up with plenty of last-minute changes of their own. The risk of having no document at all, and thus nothing for the world's leaders to come to New York for, was averted only by marathon all-night and all-weekend talks.
The 35-page final document is not wholly devoid of substance. It calls for the creation of a Peacebuilding Commission to supervise the reconstruction of countries after wars; the replacement of the discredited UN Commission on Human Rights by a supposedly tougher Human Rights Council; the recognition of a new "responsibility to protect" peoples from genocide and other atrocities when national authorities fail to take action, including, if necessary, by force; and an "early" reform. of the Security Council. Although much pared down, all these proposals have at least survived.
Others have not. Either they proved so contentious that they were omitted altogether, such as the sections on disarmament and non-proliferation and the International Criminal Court, or they were watered down to little more than empty platitudes. The important section on collective security and the use of force no longer even mentions the vexed issue of pre-emptive strikes; meanwhile the section on terrorism condemns it "in all its forms and manifestations, committed by whomever, wherever and for whatever purposes", but fails to provide the clear definition the Americans wanted.
Both Mr. Annan and, more surprisingly, George Bush have nevertheless sought to put a good face on things, with Mr. Annan describing the summit document as "an important step forward" and Mr. Bush saying the UN had taken "the first steps" towards reform. Mr. Annan and Mr. Bolton are determined to go a lot further. It is now up to the General Assembly to flesh out the document's skeleton proposals and propose new ones. But its chances of success appear slim.
Who have recently listened to the story in the first paragraph of the text？
A．Ambassadors.
B．UN officials.
C．The world's leaders.
D．Reporters.
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It was said that he died______a fever.
A．in
B．by
C．of
D．from
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I don't know how I became a writer, but I think it was because of a certain force in me that had to write and that finally burst through and found a channel. My people were of the working class of people. My father, a stone-cutter, was a man with a great respect and veneration for literature. He had a tremendous memory, and he loved poetry, and the poetry that he loved best was naturally of the rhetorical kind that such a man would like. Nevertheless it was good poetry, Hamlet's Soliloquy, Macbeth, Mark Antony's “Funeral Oration”, Grey's “Elegy”, and all the rest of it. I heard it all as a child; I memorized and learned it all.
He sent me to college to the state university. The desire to write, which had been strong during all my days in high school, grew stronger still. I was editor of the college paper, the college magazine, etc. , and in my last year or two I was a member of a course in playwriting which had just been established there. I wrote several little one-act plays, still thinking I would become a lawyer or a newspaper man, never daring to believe I could seriously become a writer. Then I went to Harvard, wrote some more plays there, became obsessed with the idea that I had to be a playwright, left Harvard, had my plays rejected, and finally in the autumn of 1926, how, why, or in what manner I have never exactly been able to determine. But probably because the force in me that had to write at length sought out its channel, I began to write my first book in London. I was living all alone at that time. I had two rooms--a bedroom and a sitting room--in a litter square in Chelsea in which all the houses had that familiar, smoked brick and cream-yellow-plaster look.
We may conclude, in regard to the author's development as a writer, that his father ________.
A．made an important contribution
B．insisted that he choose writing as a career
C．opposed his becoming a writer
D．insisted that he read Hamlet in order to learn how to be a writer
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"A writer's job is to tell the truth," said Hemingway in 1942. No other writer of our time had so fiercely asserted, so pugnaciously defended or so consistently exemplified the writer's obligation to speak truly His standard of truth-telling remained, moreover, so high and so rigorous that he was ordinarily unwilling to admit secondary evidence, whether literary evidence or evidence picked up from other sources than his own experience. "I only know what I have seen," was a statement which came often to his lips and pen. What he had personally done, or what he knew unforgettably by having gone through one version of it, was what he was interested in telling about. This is not to say that he refused to invent freely. But he always made it a sacrosanct point to invent in terms of what he actually knew from having been there.
The primary intent of his writing, from first to last, was to seize and project for the reader what he often called "the way it .was." This is a characteristically simple phrase for a concept of extraordinary complexity, and Hemingway's conception of its meaning subtly changed several times in the course of his career--always in the direction of greater complexity. At the core of the concept, however, one can invariably discern the operation of three aesthetic instruments; the sense of place the sense of fact and the sense of scene.
The first of these, obviously a strong passion with Hemingway is the sense of place. "Unless you have geography, background," he once told George Anteil, "You have nothing." You have, that is to say, a dramatic vacuum. Few writers have been more place-conscious. Few have s carefully charted out she geographical ground work of their novels while managing to keep background so conspicuously unobtrusive. Few, accordingly, have been able to record more economically and graphically the way it is when you walk through the streets of Paris in search of breakfast at corner café… Or when, at around six o' clock of a Spanish dawn, you watch the bulls running from the corrals at the Puerta Rochapea through the streets of Pamplona towards the bullring.
"When I woke it was the sound of the rocket exploding that announced the release of the bulls from the corrals at the edge of town. Down below the narrow street was empty. All the balconies were crowded with people. Suddenly a crowd came down the street. They were all running, packed close together. They passed along and up street toward the bullring and behind them came more men running faster, and then some stragglers who ere really running. Behind them was a little bare space, and then the bulls, galloping, tossing their heads up and down. It all went out of sight around the corner. One man fell, rolled to the gutter, and lay quiet. But the bulls went right on and did not notice him. They were all running together."
This landscape is as morning-fresh as a design in India ink on clean white paper. First is the bare white street, seem from above, quiet and empty. Then one sees the first packed clot of runners. Behind these are the thinner ranks of those who move faster because they are closer to bulls. Then the almost comic stragglers, who are "really running." Brilliantly behind these shines the "little bare space," a desperate margin for error. Then the clot of running bulls-closing the design, except of course for the man in the gutter making himself, like the designer's initials, as inconspicuous as possible.
According to the author, Hemingway's primary purpose in telling a story was ______.
A．to construct a well-told story that the reader would thoroughly enjoy.
B．To construct a story that would reflect truths that were not particular to a specific historical period
C．To begin from reality but to allow his imagination to roam from "the way it was" to "the way it might have been"
D．To report faithfully reality as Hemingway had experienced it.
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My father was a gruff man. I couldn't remember the last time he had tenderly stroked my cheek, tousled my hair or used a term of endearment when calling my name. His diabetes had given him a short temper and he screamed a lot. I was envious when I saw other fathers plant gentle kisses on their daughters' foreheads or impulsively give them a big bear hug. I knew that he loved me and that his love was deep. He just didn't know how to express it.
It was hard to say "I love you' to someone who didn't say it back. After so many disappointing times when I would flinch from his sharp rebuff I began to withdraw my own warm displays of affection. I stopped reaching out or hugging or kissing him. At first this act of self-restraint was conscious. Later it would become automatic, and finally it was ingrained. The love between us ran strong but silent.
One rare evening out, when my mother had successfully coaxed my usually asocial father to join us for a night in the town, we were sitting in an elegant restaurant that boasted a small but lively band. When it struck up a familiar waltz tune, I glanced at my father. He suddenly appeared small and shrunken to me not powerful and intimidating as I had always perceived him.
All the old hurts welled up inside but I decided to dare one last time.
"Dad, You know I've never ever danced with you. Even when I was a little girl, I begged you, but you never wanted to! How about right now？ " I waited for the usual brusque reply that would once again slice my heart into ribbons. But instead he considered me thoughtfully and then a surprising twinkle appeared in his eye." I have been remiss in my duties as a father then." he uncharacteristically joked. "Let's hit the floor and I'll show you just what kind of moves an old geezer like me still can make!"
My father took me in his arms. Since earliest childhood I hadn't been enfolded in his embrace. I felt overcome by emotion.
As we danced, I looked up at my father intently but he avoided my gaze. His eyes swept the dance floor, the other diners and the members of the band. His scrutiny took in everyone and everything but me. I felt that he must already be regretting his decision to join me for a dance; he seemed uncomfortable being physically close to me.
"Dad," I finally whispered tears in my eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to look at me？" At last his eyes dropped to my face and he studied me intently. "Because I love you so much", he whispered back. "Because I love you. " I was struck dumb by his response. It wasn't what I had anticipated. But it was of course exactly what I needed to hear. His own eyes were misty and he was blinking.
I had always known that he loved me, I just hadn't understood that his vast emotion had frightened him and made him mute. His taciturn manner hid the deep emotions flowing inside. "I love you too, Dad" I whispered back softly. He stumbled over the next few words" I ... I'm sorry that I'm not demonstrative." Then he said "I've realized that I don't show what I feel. My parents never hugged or kissed me and I guess I learned how not to from them. It's... it's.., hard for me. I'm probably too old to change my ways now but just know how much I love you." "Okay" I smiled.
When the dance ended, I brought Dad back to Mom waiting at the table and excused myself to the ladies' room. I was gone just a few minutes but during my absence everything changed.
There were screams and shouts and scrapings of chairs as I made my way back across the room. I wondered what the commotion was all about. As I approached the table I saw it was all about Dad. He was slumped in his chair ashen gray. A doctor in the restaurant rushed over to handle the emergency and an ambulance was called but it was really all too late. He was gone. Instantly they said.
What had suddenly made me after so many years of steeling myself against his constant rejection ask hi
A．He was a bad-tempered man because of the disease he had suffered.
B．He was an asocial man with little idea of using body language.
C．He was an affectionate father who seldom joked.
D．He was a loving father without much warm demonstration of love.
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There came a guest who had booked a standard room. But after checking, I found that there was no standard left. I checked the record of this guest, and found that he had always booked deluxe rooms.
I felt that it was perfect chance to up-sell. I checked the booked room with the guest, “Thank you very much for your reliance on our hotel, Mr. Gao. It’s my pleasure to serve you. This time, you have ordered a standard large-bed non-smoking for three nights, right？” “Yes.”
”I suggest you are on a business, right？ I’d like to suggest you try our executive floor. It’s newly decorated, and you will enjoy the top-level service. And there are many preferential treatments.”
“Really？ Then what preferential treatments can I have if I take that？”
“Mr. Gao, you need to use the internet to deal with you business, right？ The Internet service is not free, but you may have one-hour free Internet use each day if you take the ECF. In addition, 80 yuan’s free laundry service, 6 tins of free soft drinks, and so on. And for all of these, you will only need to pay another 20 yuan.”
Here I stopped to observe the reaction of the guest. He kept silence for a while, looking hesitated. Then I said. “Maybe your concern is not how much you will pay, but rather whether the room is worth the price. Would you like to make your decision after having a look at the show room？”
The guest felt very hard to turn down my warm-hearted offer, so he decided to take an executive room for three nights.
30、The guest booked a deluxe room in Lisa’s hotel（）
31、Lisa wanted to earn more money by recommending a higher-priced room（）
32、The guest can use the Internet for free is he takes the executive room（）
33、Lisa really knew why the guest hesitated（）
34、At last, the guest accepted Lisa’s suggestion（）
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I just learned that I've got a very important meeting（ ）July 2nd.
A:on
B:in
C:at
D:by
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It was a physician that he represented himself, and ____ he was warmly received.
A．so that
B．such as
C．as that
D．as such
