It was Monday. Mrs. Smith¡¯s dog was hungry, but there was not any meat in the house.
¡¡¡¡Considering that there was no better way, Mrs. Smith took a piece of paper, and wrote the following words on it: ¡°Give my dog half a pound of meat.¡± Then she gave the paper to her dog and said gently: ¡°Take this to the butcher. And he¡¯s going to give you your lunch today.¡±
¡¡¡¡Holding the piece of paper in its mouth, the dog ran to the butcher¡¯s. It gave the paper to the butcher. The butcher read it carefully, recognized that it was really the lady¡¯s handwriting and soon did it as he was asked to. The dog was very happy, and ate the meat up at once.
¡¡¡¡At noon, the dog came to the shop again. It gave the butcher a piece of paper again. After reading it, he gave it half a pound of meat once more.
¡¡¡¡The next day, the dog came again exactly at noon. And as usual, it brought a piece of paper in the mouth. This time, the butcher did not take a look at paper, and gave the dog its meat, for he had regarded the dog as one of his customers.
¡¡¡¡But the dog came again at four o¡¯clock. And the same thing happened once again. To the butcher¡¯s surprise, it came for a third time at six o¡¯clock, and brought with it a third piece of paper. The butcher felt a bit puzzled. He said to himself, ¡°This is a small dog. Why does Mrs. Smith give it so much meat to eat today?¡±
¡¡¡¡Looking at the piece of paper, he found that there were not any words on it!
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿Mrs. Smith treated her little dog quite_________.
| A£®cruelly | B£®fairly ¡¡¡¡ | C£®kindly ¡¡¡¡ | D£®rudely |
| A£®might do it much harm¡¡ | B£®could do it much good |
| C£®would help the butcher¡¡ | D£®was worth many pounds |
| A£®only the paper with Mrs. Smith¡¯s words in it could bring it meat |
| B£®the butcher would give the meat to it whenever he saw it |
| C£®Mrs. Smith would pay for the meat it got from the butcher |
| D£®a piece of paper could bring it half a pound of meat |
| A£®the dog was clever enough to write on the paper |
| B£®the dog dared not go to the butcher¡¯s any more |
| C£®the butcher was told not to give any meat to the dog |
| D£®the butcher found himself cheated by the clever animal |
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Once upon a time there was a monster£¨¹ÖÊÞ£©. He was very ugly and had no friends. No one wanted to talk to him. Even other monsters thought he was ugly.
He lived alone and was very unhappy because he was so lonely.
¡°I wish I had a friend.¡± He said to himself every day, ¡°One friend would be enough. Someone to talk to.¡±
He wrote a letter to a magazine. The magazine gave people advice.
¡°Dear Editor,¡± he wrote, ¡°I am a ugly monster. How can I find a friend?¡±
¡°Dear monster,¡± the Editor replied, ¡°Advertise for a friend in this magazine.¡± The monster wrote an advertisement.
¡°Monster wants a friend, male or female. I have two heads, four arms, six legs and three tails. I have one blue eye, one green eye and one brown eye. Smoke comes out of my nose. But I am really a kind monster and will be a good friend to someone. If you would like to meet me, please stand outside Blake¡¯s Store at 6 p.m. on Friday, May 7th. Write to Mr. A, Box 45, everybody¡¯s Magazine.¡±
A few days later he went to the magazine.
¡°Do you have any letters for Box 45?¡± he asked.
The clerk looked in Box 45.
¡°Yes, there is one.¡± She said, and gave it to him.
The monster opened the letter, and read, ¡°Dear Monster, I think a person¡¯s character is more important than his appearance. I will wait outside Blake¡¯s Store on Friday. Please carry a flower so that I will recognize you. Yours sincerely, Miss Alice Thwaite.¡±
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿Why was the monster unhappy?
| A£®He had no friends. | B£®He was ugly. |
| C£®He had two heads. | D£®He had three tails. |
| A£®A magazine. | B£®A friend. | C£®An editor. | D£®A male or female monster. |
| A£®Ugly | B£®Lonely | C£®Kind | D£®Good-looking |
| A£®She was not interested in people¡¯s appearance. |
| B£®She wanted to meet the monster. |
| C£®She needed a flower to recognize him. |
| D£®It was the only reply. |
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¡°The Lord of the Rings¡±, one of the best sellers in the new millennium£¨Ç§Ä꣩, was made up of three parts¡ª¡ª¡°The Fellowship of the Ring¡±, ¡°Two Towers¡±, and ¡°The Return of the King¡±. Millions upon millions of people have read it in over 25 different languages, but fewer know about the author and the history of the composition of the creative masterwork.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien was born in South Africa in 1892. His parents died when he was a child. Living in England with his aunt, Tolkien and his cousins made up play languages, a hobby that led to Tolkien¡¯s becoming skilled in Welsh, Greek, Gothic, Old Norse and Anglo-Saxon.
After graduating from Oxford, Tolkien served in World War I. In 1917, while recovering from trench fever, he began composing the mythology for The Rings. As a professor of Anglo-Saxon in 1930s at Oxford, Tolkien was part of an informal discussion group called the Inklings, which included several writers. The group was soon listening to chapters of Tolkien¡¯s imaginative work ¡°The Hobbit¡±.
Hobbit was a name Tolkien created for a local people that could best be described as half-sized members of the English rural£¨Ïç´åµÄ£©class. Hobbits live in hillside holes. One of them, Bilbo Baggins, looks for treasures with a group of dwarves£¨ÙªÈ壩. On the way, he meets the twisted, pitiful creature Gollum, from whom he sees a golden ring that makes the holder invisible.
One of Tolkien¡¯s students persuaded her employer, publisher Allen & Unwin, to look at a draft£¨²Ý¸å£©. The chairman of the firm, Stanley Unwin, thought that the best judge for a children¡¯s book would be his ten-year-old son. The boy earned a shilling for reporting back that the adventure was exciting, and ¡°The Hobbit¡± was published in 1937.
It sold so well that Unwin asked for a continuation. Over a dozen years later, in 1954, Tolkien produced ¡°The Lord of the Rings¡±, a series of books so creative that they hold readers¡ªnew and old ¡ªafter their publication.
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿What can we learn from the text?
| A£®¡°The Lord of the Rings¡± didn¡¯t sell well in the last millennium. |
| B£®People know better about Tolkien himself than about his works. |
| C£®Tolkien was quite familiar with Old English. |
| D£®Tolkien knew very well about different kinds of local languages in Africa. |
| A£®Hobbit was a race living in English downtown areas. |
| B£®Hobbit was a local people who were very tall and strong. |
| C£®Hobbit was a social group of people who lived in old castles. |
| D£®Hobbit was a group of people who were mostly dwarves. |
| A£®One of Tolkien¡¯s students. | B£®Stanley Unwin¡¯s son. |
| C£®Allen & Unwin. | D£®Bilbo Baggins. |
| A£®¡°The Lord of the Rings¡± and its writer. |
| B£®A completely new masterwork in the new millennium. |
| C£®A famous professor at Oxford University. |
| D£®The power of the magic ring. |
| A£®f-d-b-c-a-e | B£®f-c-d-b-e-a | C£®f-d-c-b-a-e | D£®d-f-c-a-b-e |
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A boy and a girl were a couple of lovers. The girl liked feeling rain, so the boy was always holding the umbrella when it rained and most part of the umbrella was over the girl. Rain showered the boy every time but he said nothing except looked at the gift's face, which was full of silent satisfaction. He felt very happy, so did the girl.
One day they went out for a walk. They were walking hand in hand passing a building which was under construction. The girl jumped with excitement and said something. The boy seldom talked only feeling excited as she felt looking at her silently. When the girl was talking, a not big or small stone fell down from the building toward the girl's head! At that moment the boy took the girl in his arms so suddenly and so strongly that the girl let out a scream. He meant to protect the gift with his body. But the boy turned over to make his own body downward before they dropped on the ground. As a result, only the girl's hand was smashed by the stone and fractured.
The girl came back to earth and cried with pain, tears weeping up. She thought the saying that ¡°The husband and the wife are birds in the same forest essentially, but when serious tragedy comes, they will fly separately¡± was really not wrong! With this, she straggled and stood up from. the boy's body keeping from the pains and slowly ran away without glancing at the boy.
At the time, the boy was calling the girl's name in a weak voice, his lips were already white. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the girl's number, but the girl didn't answer. He dialed again she didn't answer again. For several times, he gave up. But his fingers pressed something on the mobile. At that time, beside the boy, the blood spread slowly, his hand hung and the mobile phone lay in the blood, he had no strength to press the ¡°SENT¡± key yet.
The next day, when the girl heard of the news that the boy was being rescued, she ran to the hospital without considering her anger. When she hurried to the hospital, the doctor had already declared his death; the cause of his death was that his lung had lost too much blood.
It was because, when the boy meant to protect the girl with his body he found that there was a steel stick under them, so he turned over to make it inset(="put" into) his own body.
The boy's mother passed the boy's mobile phone on to the gift.
The girl read the message that hadn't been sent: ¡°Honey, I'm sorry, I still couldn't protect you and made you wound... ¡°Upon this, the girl couldn't help crying...
Please treasure the one you love and believe his or her LOVE!
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿The underlined word fractured here probably means ___________.
| A£®shaken | B£®broken | C£®abandoned | D£®touched |
| A£®she didn't hear it | B£®she was seriously hurt |
| C£®she was angry with him | D£®she had her phone broken |
| A£®gentle and devoted | B£®brave and handsome |
| C£®rough and selfish | D£®intelligent but silly |
| A£®love is happy and love is pain |
| B£®trust is important between lovers |
| C£®one should express his love in time |
| D£®one should love a person who is brave |
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Like lots of small-business owners, Lola Gonzalez had to decide to cut down her company¡¯s nine-person staff (Ô±¹¤) when the economic recovery began to fail last spring. Unlike other companies, she picked an unlikely employee to lay off (½â¹Í): herself.
Her business began to have problems in 2008 after going through her books (Õ˲¾)
One day, her husband, Marcos, told her she had to reduce her payroll£¨Ð½½ð×ܶby one person. Gonzalez said at a meeting, ¡°I want you all to know that I have to lay somebody off and it¡¯s been a very difficult decision. And that person is me.¡± Employees first froze in amazement and then burst into laughter until they realized she was serious. Gonzalez ¡¯s employees said they were grateful for her kindness.
Her reason was simple. Although she ran the business and her employees did the legwork (ÅÜÍÈ), she thought she could find work more easily than her staff. Sure enough, she soon got a job as a social worker for a non-profit organization called Devereux Kids. She enjoys her social-worker job now, but the salary (нˮ) cut has required some lifestyle changes. She and Marcos no longer eat out daily; they no longer pay for their son¡¯s car and mobile phone, and they changed their car to a smaller one to save $300 a month.
Her business has picked up a bit recently and Marcos has begun to work part-time at Gonzalez¡¯s company. Gonzalez says she has no plan to return to work at her company until the economic situation becomes better, perhaps in a year. Her employees, however, will get Christmas bonuses (½±½ð) this year.
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿How many workers are there in Gonzalez¡¯s company at present?
| A£®8. | B£®9. | C£®10. | D£®11. |
| A£®Happy. | B£®Grateful. | C£®Surprised. | D£®Unbelievable. |
| A£®Gonzalez sold her car and went to work by bus |
| B£®Gonzalez always had meals in a restaurant |
| C£®Gonzalez¡¯s son helped her a lot |
| D£®Gonzalez changed her lifestyle a lot |
| A£®Gonzalez will not return to her company in future |
| B£®Gonzalez¡¯s business has improved a little lately |
| C£®Gonzalez got her social-worker job with great difficulty |
| D£®Marcos lost his job and had to work at Gonzalez¡¯s company |
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I have only once been in trouble with the law£®The whole process of being arrested and taken to court was a rather unpleasant experience at the time, but it makes a good story now£® What makes it rather disturbing was the arbitrary £¨ËæÒâµÄ£© circumstances both of my arrest and my subsequent £¨ËæºóµÄ£© fate in court£®
It happened in February about twelve years ago£®I had left school a couple of months before that and was not due to go to university until the following October£®I was still living at home at the time£®
One morning I was in Richmond, a suburb of London near where I lived£®I was looking for a temporary job so that I could save up some money to go traveling£®As it was a fine day and I was in no hurry, I was taking my time, looking in shop windows, strolling in the park, and sometimes just stopping and looking around me£®It must have been this obvious ainilessness that led to my downfall£®
It was about half past eleven when it happened£®I was just walking out of the local library, having unsuccessfully sought employment there, when I saw a man walking across the road with the obvious intention of talking to me£®I thought he was going to ask me the time£®Instead, he said he was a police officer and he was arresting me£®At first I thought it was some kind of joke£®
But then another policeman appeared, this time in uniform, and I was left in no doubt£®
'But what for?" I asked£®
¡®Wandering with intent to commit an arrestable offence,' he said£®
¡®What offence?' I asked£®
'Theft,' he said£®
'Theft of what?' I asked£®
'Milk bottles,' he said, and with a perfectly straight face too!
'Oh,' I said£®
It turned out there had been a lot of petty thefts in the area, particularly that of stealing milk bottles from doorsteps£®
Then I made my big mistake£®At the time I was nineteen, had long untidy hair, and regarded myself as pan of the sixties' 'youth counterculture'£®As a result, I wanted to appear cool and unconcerned with the incident, so I said, 'How long have you been following me? in the most casual and conversational tone I could manage£®I thus appeared to them to be quite familiar with this sort of situation, and it confirmed them in their belief that I was a thoroughly disreputable £¨Æ·Ðв»¶ËµÄ£© character£®
A few minutes later a police car arrived£®
'Get in the back,' they said£®'Put your hands on the back of the front seat and don't move them£®'
They got in on either side of me£®It wasn't funny any more£®
At the police station they questioned me for several hours£®I continued to try to look worldly and familiar with the situation£®When they asked me what I had been doing, I told them I'd been looking for a job£®'Aha,' I could see them thinking, 'unemployed'£®
Eventually, I was officially charged and told to report to Richmond Magistrates' Court the following Monday£®Then they let me go£®
I wanted to conduct my own defense in court, but as soon as my father found out what had happened, he hired a very good solicitor £¨ÂÉʦ£© £®We went along that Monday armed with all kinds of witnesses, including my English teacher from school as a character witness£®But he was never called on to give evidence£®My 'trial' didn't get that far£®The magistrate £¨·¨¹Ù£© dismissed the case after fifteen minutes£®1 was free£®The poor police had never stood a chance£®The solicitor even succeeded in getting costs awarded against the police£®
And so I do not have a criminal record£®But what was most shocking at the time was the things my release from the charge so clearly depended on£®I had the 'right' accent, respectable middle-class parents in court, reliable witnesses, and I could obviously afford a very good solicitor£®Given the obscure nature of the charge£®I feel sure that if I had come from a different background, and had really been unemployed, there is every chance that I would have been found guilty£®While asking for costs to be awarded, my solicitor's case quite obviously revolved £¨»Øת£© around the fact that I had a 'brilliant academic record'£®
Meanwhile, just outside the courtroom, one of the policemen who had arrested me was gloomily complaining to my mother that another youngster had been turned against the police£® 'You could have been a bit more helpful when we arrested you,' he said to me reproachfully £¨Ô𱸵أ© £®
What did he mean? Probably that I should have looked outraged £¨±©Å£©and said something like, 'Look here, do you know who you're talking to? I am a highly successful student with a brilliant academic record£®How dare you arrest me!' Then they, probably, would have apologized perhaps even taken off their caps, and let me on my way£®
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿Judging from the first paragraph, the writer's attitude towards his story is _______£®
| A£®angry | B£®sad |
| C£®amused | D£®more than just one of the above |
| A£®a uniformed policeman | B£®a policeman in plainclothes |
| C£®not a policeman | D£®a good joker |
| A£®the time for the trial was limited to fifteen minutes only |
| B£®the author wanted to conduct his own defense in court |
| C£®the case was dismissed before the trial reached that stage |
| D£®he was found to be unqualified as a character witness |
| A£®the magistrate had been less gentle |
| B£®he had really been out of work |
| C£®he had been born in a lower¡ªclass family |
| D£®both B and C |
| A£®he had protested strongly at the time |
| B£®he had begged to be allowed to go home |
| C£®he hadn't wandered aimlessly |
| D£®he had tried to look cool |
| A£®has broken the law only once |
| B£®has never broken the law |
| C£®has broken the law on more than one occasion |
| D£®once broke the law without knowing it |
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In early autumn I applied for admission to college. I wanted to go nowhere but to Cornell University, but my mother fought strongly against it. When she saw me studying a photograph of my father on the sports ground of Cornell, she tore it up.
¡°You can¡¯t say it¡¯s not a great university, just because Papa went there.¡±
¡°That¡¯s not it at all. And it is a top university.¡± She was still holding the pieces in her hand. ¡°But we can¡¯t afford to send you to college.¡±
¡°I wouldn¡¯t dream of asking you for money. Do you want me to get a job to help support you and Papa? Things aren¡¯t that bad, are they?¡±
¡°No,¡± she said. ¡°I don¡¯t expect you to help support us.¡±
Father borrowed money from his rich cousins to start a small jewellery shop, His chief customers were his old college friends. To get new customers, my mother had to help. She picked up a long-forgotten membership in the local league of women, so that she could get to know more people. Whether those people would turn into customers was another question. I knew that my parents had to wait for quite a long time before their small investment could show returns. What¡¯s more , they had not wanted enough to be rich and successful£»otherwise they could not possibly have managed their lives so badly.
I was torn between the desire to help them and change their lives, and the determination not to repeat their mistakes. I had a strong belief in my power to go what I wanted. After months of hard study, I won a full college scholarship .My father could hardly contain his pride in me, and my mother eventually gave in before my success.
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿The author was not allowed to go to Cornell University mainly because___________
| A£®his father graduated from the university |
| B£®his mother did not think it a great university |
| C£®his parents needed him to help support the family |
| D£®his parents did not have enough money for him |
| A£®local league | B£®his university |
| C£®his relatives | D£®his college friends |
| A£®To help with her husband¡¯s business |
| B£®To raise money for her son |
| C£®To meet her long-forgotten friends |
| D£®To better manage her life |
| A£®To get a well-paid job for himself |
| B£®To improve relations with his mother |
| C£®To go to his dream university |
| D£®To carry on with his father¡¯s business |
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Linda Evans was my best friend ¨Clike the sister I never had ,We did everything to¡ª gether £ºpiano lessons ,movies, swimming , horseback riding.
When I was 13, my family moved away , Linda and I kept in touch through letters ,and we saw each other on special times ¨C like my wedding and Linda¡¯s. Soon we were busy with childern and moving to new homes, and we wrote less often , One day a card that I sent came back , stamped ¡°Address Unknown¡±, I had no idea about how to find Linda.
Over the years, I missed Linda very much, I wanted to share happiness of my children and then grandchildren , And I needed to share my sadness when my brother and then moth-er died, There was an empty place in my heart that only a friend like Linda could fill.
One day, I was reading a newspaper when I noticed a photo of a young woman who looked very much like Linda and whose last name was Wagman ¡ªLinda¡¯s married name.¡°There must be thousands of Wagmans.¡±I thought, but I still wrote to her.
She called as soon as she got my letter, ¡°Mrs , Tobin!¡±she said excitedly, ¡°Linda Ev-ans Wagman is my mother.¡±
Minutes later I heard a voice that I recognized at once, even after 40 years ,We laughed and cried and caught up on each other¡¯s lives, Now the empty place in my heart is filled, And there¡¯s one thing that Linda and I know for sure; We won¡¯t lose each other again!
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿The writer went to piano lessons with Linda Evans .
| A£®at the age of 13 |
| B£®before she got married |
| C£®before the writer¡¯s family moved away |
| D£®after they moved to new homes |
| A£®got married |
| B£®had little time to do so |
| C£®didn¡¯t like writing letters |
| D£®could see each other on special times |
| A£®was in trouble |
| B£®didn¡¯t know Linda¡¯s address |
| C£®received the card that she sent |
| D£®didn¡¯t have a friend like Linda |
| A£®read the newspaper |
| B£®heard Linda¡¯s voice on the phone |
| C£®met a young woman who looked a lot like Linda |
| D£®wrote to the woman whose last name was Wangman |
| A£®for about 40 years |
| B£®for about 27 years |
| C£®since they got married |
| D£®since the writer¡¯s family moved awasy |
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My husband and I were once in Nepal(Äá²´¶û)to see sunrise over the Himalayas.
One morning we awoke to total darkness at 5 o¡¯clock.As we rushed through a town with cameras in hand,I noticed the calm,gentle way the Nepalese people greeted the morning.One man boiled a huge pot of milk tea,and other villagers gathered around his fire,cupping their hands around small glasses of the steaming sweet mixture.It was fascinating,but not to be left behind,we joined the stream of tourists moving quickly up to the lookout point.
The top was crowded when we arrived,but after 10 minutes of cold waiting,the assembled group gave up.¡°The cloud cover is too heavy,¡±one said.Then one by one they rushed down the hill to the next item on their sightseeing list.I was disappointed as well,but suddenly I noticed a small Nepalese boy absently playing with a stick and shooting quick glances at the clouds.He must know something we don¡¯t,I thought.I decided to wait with him.
The boy and I didn¡¯t have to wait long.Moments later,a tiny stream of golden light burned through one thick cloud,then another.Rose-colored fog warmed the backs of the clouds,and suddenly the morning sun stole a glance around the side of the mountain,mile above where I¡¯d expected it to be.
Nothing I¡¯d seen before prepared me for the moment the clouds withdrew with bowed heads,and the magnificent Himalayas were revealed before,around,and above me.I sat in astonishment,not breathing,not daring to look away,certain that God had placed me here at the backdoor of Earth to show me what Heaven really looks like.I certainly got the message.Never again will I rush a sunrise.I now know Nature will supply her fruits to me only when I am truly ready to receive them.
¡¾Ð¡Ìâ1¡¿What does ¡°It¡± in Paragraph 2 most probably imply?
| A£®The darkness of the town in the morning. |
| B£®The huge pot of milk tea boiling on the fire. |
| C£®The way the local people welcomed the day. |
| D£®The stream of tourists rushing to the lookout point. |
| A£®she felt kind of having faith in him |
| B£®the restless tourists disappointed her |
| C£®that boy was praying to the sun with a magic stick |
| D£®she had nothing more to see on her sightseeing list |
| A£®Do in Rome as the Romans do. |
| B£®God helps those who help themselves. |
| C£®Time and tide wait for no man. |
| D£®Fortune rewards those having patience. |
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