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阅读理解。
     Parents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mother's large Alabama family. Over the years,
Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many kindly
relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's father had
managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new suit, with a card
pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New Orleans.
     Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father,which
meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
     I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing?" Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop that!" I laughed. "Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
     Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
     I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I
thought  I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you want?"
I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh, yes, he
remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in that
airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus.
But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because of
my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus.
" He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
it."
     It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
     Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
     Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled, snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me something I
must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to pedal my plane so fast I will
soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
1. When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his father's reaction suggested that _______.
A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son.
B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
2. Which of the following statements is NOT true?
A. Buddy didn't tell his Daddy "I love you" until his death.
B Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
3. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy.
B. Miss Sook had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
4. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _______.
A. old            
B. clever          
C. naughty          
D. trusted
5. Which of the following can be the best title of passage?
A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World?
B. A Christmas Memory
C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family

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阅读理解。
     Parents divorced, little Buddy was in the care of his mother's large Alabama family. Over the
years, Buddy seldom saw either of his parents. But he was happy where he was and he had many
kindly relatives, among whom Miss Sook was by far his best friend. Before Christmas, Buddy's
father had managed to get legal custody(法定监护) of him for this Christmas. So, he had a new
suit, with a card pinned with his name and address and made the trip alone, by bus, to New
Orleans.
     Several things occurred that kept me awake the whole night. First, the footfalls, the noise of my father
running up and down the stairs, breathing heavily, I had to see what he was up to. So I hid and watched.
There was a Christmas tree and the fireplace downstairs. Moreover, I could see my father. He was
crawling around under the tree arranging a pyramid of packages. I felt dizzy, for what I saw forced me to
reconsider everything. If these were presents intended for me, then obviously they had not been ordered
by the Lord and delivered by Santa Claus; no, they were gifts bought and wrapped by my father. Which
meant that my rotten little cousin Billy Bob and other rotten kids like him weren't lying when they laughed
at me and told me there was no Santa Claus. The worst thought was: Had Sook known the truth, and lied
to me? No, Sook would never lie to me. She believed. It was just that-well, though she was
sixty-something, in some ways she was at least as much of a child as I was.
     I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I crept downstairs and examined the
tags attached to each of the packages. They all said: "For Buddy." I decided to open the packages: It
was Christmas morning. I was awake, so why not? I won't bother to describe what was inside them: just
shirts and sweaters and dull stuff like that. The only thing I appreciated was a toy gun. Somehow I got the
idea it would be fun to waken my father by firing it. So I did. Bang. Bang. Bang. He raced out of his room, wild-eyed, Bang. Bang. Bang. "Buddy-what the hell do you think you're doing? Bang. Bang. Bang. "Stop
that!" I laughed. " Look, Daddy. Look at all wonderful things Santa Claus brought me."
     Calm now, he walked into the room and hugged me. "You like what Santa Claus brought you?"
     I smiled at him. He smiled at me. There was a tender lingering (逗留不去的) moment, damaged
when I said: "Yes. But what are you going to give me, Daddy?" His smile evaporated. His eyes narrowed
suspiciously-you could see that he thought I was pulling some kind of trick. But then he blushed, as
though he was ashamed to be thinking what he was thinking. He patted my head, and coughed and said: "Well, I thought I'd wait and let you pick out something you wanted. Is there anything particular you
want?"
     I reminded him of the airplane we had seen in the toy store on Canal Street. His face sagged. Oh,
yes, he remembered the airplane and how expensive it was. Nevertheless, the next day I was sitting in
that airplane dreaming I was zooming toward heaven while my father wrote out a check for a happy
salesman, who promised to help ship the plane on the bus. 
     But I wasn't free of New Orleans yet. The problem was a large bottle of wine; maybe it was because
of my departure, but anyway my father had been drinking it all day, and on the way to the bus station, he
scared me by grabbing my wrist and harshly whispering: "I'm not going to let you go. I can't let you go
back to that crazy family in that crazy old house. Just look at what they've done to you. A boy six, almost
seven, talking about Santa Claus! It's all their fault, all those sour old spinsters with their Bibles and their
knitting needles, those drunken uncles. Listen to me, Buddy. There is no God! There is no Santa Claus."
He was squeezing my wrist so hard that it ached. "Kiss me. Please. Please. Kiss me. Tell your daddy
that you love him." But I couldn't speak. I was terrified I was going to miss my bus. And I was worried
about my plane, which was strapped to the top of the taxi. "Say it: 'I love you.' Say it. Please. Buddy. Say
it."
     It was lucky for me that our taxi-driver was a good-hearted man. Because if it hadn't been for his help, and the help of some efficient porters and a friendly policeman, I don't know what would have happened
when we reached the station. My father was so drunk he could hardly walk, but the policeman talked to
him, quieted him down, helped him to stand straight, and the taxi-man promised to take him safely home.
But my father would not leave until he had seen the porters put me on the bus.
     Once I was on the bus, I crouched in a seat and shut my eyes. I felt the strangest pain. A crushing pain
that hurt everywhere. I thought if I took off my heavy city shoes, those crucifying monsters, the agony
would ease. I took them off, but the mysterious pain did not leave me. In a way it never has; never will.
     Twelve hours later I was home in bed. The room was dark. Sook was sitting beside me, rocking in a
rocking chair, a sound as soothing (令人舒畅的) as ocean waves. I had tried to tell her everything that
had happened, and only stopped when I was hoarse (嘶哑的) as a howling dog. She stroked her fingers
through my hair, and said: "Of course there is a Santa Clause. It's just that no single somebody could do
all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That's why everybody is Santa Claus. I
am. You are. Even you cousin Billy Bob. Now go to sleep. Count stars. Think of the quietest thing. Like
snow. I'm sorry you didn't get to see any. But now snow is falling through the stars-" Stars sparkled,
snow whirled inside my head; the last thing I remembered was the peaceful voice of the Lord telling me
something I must do. And the next day I did it. I went with Sook to the post office and bought a penny
postcard. That same postcard exists today. It was found in my father's safety deposit box when he died
last year. Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am turning to
pedal my plane so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.
1.When Buddy asked his Daddy for Christmas presents, his father's reaction suggested that  _______.
A. He felt sorry he forgot to prepare presents for his son.
B. He thought his son should have known all the presents were sent by him, not Santa Claus.
C. It was difficult for him to accept that his son is so greedy.
D. He was ashamed of not knowing what his son liked.
2. Once Buddy was on the bus, he felt the strangest pain . The reason probably is _____________.
A. His father squeezed him so hard that it ached.
B. His father was very drunk and had difficulty returning home.
C. He didn't say "I love you" to his father.
D. He had an argument with his father at home.
3. Which of the following statements is NOT true?
A. Buddy didn't tell his Daddy "I love you" until his death.
B. Buddy's father and Miss Sook were people of different personalities.
C. Buddy still held the belief that there was Santa Claus.
D. Buddy finally mailed a postcard to his father.
4. What can be inferred from the first paragraph?
A. Cousin Billy Bob had a good relationship with Buddy.
B. Miss had no idea of Santa Clause, and lied to Buddy.
C. Father loved Buddy very much and prepared a lot of gifts for him.
D. Buddy was afraid of his father for they had been separated long time.
5. The following words can describe Miss Sook except _______.
A. old            
B. clever          
C. naughty          
D. trusted
6. Which of the following can be the best title of passage?
A. Is There a Santa Clause in the World?
B. A Christmas Memory
C. How to Celebrate Christmas in a Meaningful Way?
D. A Christmas of a Divorced Family

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听力测试(满分30分)

第一节

听下面5段对话。每段对话后有一个小题,从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听完每段对话后,你都有10秒钟的时间来回答有关小题和阅读下一小题。每段对话仅读一遍。

W:Do you need any help, sir?

M:Yes.Would you like to tell me the way to the Science Museum?

W:Science Museum?

1.What does the woman mean?

A.She is unwilling to tell the man.

B.She knows the place well.

C.She doesn’t know the place.

M:Sorry to bother you, but do you have any change for one dollar?

W:I’ll have to look.What do you want it for?

M:I need it for the parking meter.

W:I can give you 4 quarters if that’ll help.

2.What is the man going to do with the change?

A.To park his car.

B.To make a phone call.

C.To buy something to eat.

W:Here is a picture of Susan taken last week.

M:May I have a look?

W:Sure.It flatters Susan a bit.She is not so pretty actually.

M:No, by no means, and she doesn’t look so young as she appears on

the picture.

3.What does the man think of Susan?

A.She is prettier and younger.

B.She is less pretty but younger.

C.She is less pretty and older.

M:Mom, Dad called and said that he wouldn’t be home for dinner.

W:Did he say why?

M:Yes, he said that one of the men was sick and he was going to stay

for the afternoon shift.

4.Why won’t the man’s father be home for dinner?

A.To look after a sick person.

B.To take the place of someone.

C.To have dinner in the afternoon.

W:Kate, let’s go for a drive somewhere this weekend.

M:That’s a good idea.Just the two of us!

W:I thought that the whole family could go together.

M:I’m afraid that the kids can’t.Jenny is staying at the university this

weekend to study.Peter and Linda going on a trip this weekend with

their school.

5.What is the relation between the speakers?

A.Couple.

B.Friends.

C.Partners.

第二节

听下面5段对话或独白。每段对话或独白后有几个小题,从题中所给的A、B、C三个选项中选出最佳选项。听每段对话或独白前,你将有时间阅读各个小题,每小题5秒钟;听完后,各小题将给出5秒钟的作答时间。每段对话或独白读两遍。

听第6段材料,回答第6~7题。

“Are we poisonous?” the young snake asked his mother.

“Yes, dear, ” she replied.“Why do you ask?”

“Because I’ve just bitten my tongue!” said the young snake sadly.

6.How was the mother snake feeling when asked the question?

A.Puzzled.

B.Interested.

C.Disappointed.

7.Which frightens the young snake?

A.He is poisonous.

B.He is going to die.

C.He has lost his tongue.

听第7段材料,回答第8~10题。

W:What are your plans for today, Mike? Nick and I are going shopping.Do you want to come too?

M:Well, as a matter of fact, I’m meeting Steve.He’s writing an article

and he’s asked me to take some photographs for it.

W:An article? What about?

M:Oh, just people…Anyway, I’m seeing Steve at the zoo.

W:Oh well, let’s meet for lunch, shall we? How about that sandwich bar we went to on Friday.I’ll see you there about one.

M:I’d love to, but I’m afraid we won’t finish by then.

8.What photos does Steve want?

A.Showing that he is writing.

B.Matching what he is writing.

C.Reflecting(反映)how he is writing.

9.When will Mike join Steve?

A.In the morning.

B.In the afternoon.

C.In the evening.

10.Which of the following might Mike do?

A.Go shopping with the woman.

B.Have lunch with Nick Friday.

C.Work over lunchtime.

听第8段材料,回答第11~13题。

W:The weather here is so changeable.Did you hear how cold it got last night?

M:I heard the radio announcer say it was 18 degrees below zero.

W:That’s cold.I could hardly start my car, it was so cold this morning!

M:My car didn’t want to start, either, at first.

W:Don’t you have a garage?

M:Not in the new apartment.We have to leave the car in the parking lot.

W:How much anti-freeze do you put in your car then? You must have to keep it well below zero.

M:I do.Right now I have it protected to 30 below.

W:Does it ever get that cold around here?

M:Not really.It sometimes gets to 20 below.

W:Speaking of cold, how about going for a cup of coffee to warm up?

M:Good idea.

11.What did the man do with his car?

A.He failed to start it.

B.He managed to start it.

C.He could easily start it.

12.What do you know about the man?

A.He preferred to leave his car outside.

B.He was too poor to get a garage.

C.He had recently moved his house.

13.What was the weather like last night?

A.It was colder than the day before.

B.It was colder than ever before.

C.It was warmer than reported.

听第9段材料,回答第14~16题。

W:Hello, Ultimate Computers.May I help you?

M:Yes, this is Jack Kordell from Hunter’s Office Supplies.May I speak to Elaine Strong, please?

W:I’m sorry, but she’s not in right now.She should be here later on this afternoon maybe about 4∶30.May I take a message?

M:Yes.Ms Strong sent me your newest line of laptop computers with a description of other software products, but there wasn’t any information about after-sales service.

W:Oh, I’m sorry.Would you like me to fax that to you?

M:Yes.Could you try sending that information around 3∶30?That should give me time to look over the material before I call Ms.Strong, say, around 5∶00.

W:Sure.Could I have your name, telephone number, and fax number, please?

M:Yes.Jack Kordell and the phone number is 560-1287.And the fax number is 560-1288.

W:All right.I’ll be sure to send you the fax this afternoon.

M:Okay, bye.

14.Why can’t Elaine Strong answer the phone?

A.She’s attending a meeting.

B.She’s out of the office.

C.She’s talking with another customer.

15.What does the man want the woman to send?

A.Information on after-sales service.

B.A picture of the newest computers.

C.A list of software products.

16.What is the man’s telephone number?

A.560-1287.

B.560-1288.

C.560-2187.

听第10段材料,回答第17~20题。

  Mother’s Day is celebrated in many countries around the world, but not always on the same day.

  Mother’s Day as it is celebrated today in the United States began with a woman named Anna Jarvis.In 1907, she held a ceremony to honor her mother at a church in the state of West Virginia on the anniversary of her mother’s death.In the following years, she and others wrote thousands of letters to public officials urging that the second Sunday in May be declared Mother’s Day.

  President Woodrow Wilson finally agreed seven years later.The second Sunday in May became a day of public expression of love for mothers throughout the country.It became popular for people to send gifts of flowers and candy to their mothers on Mother’s Day.

  Today, children of all ages still give their mothers special gifts on Mother’s Day.Older children may travel to visit their mothers.If they cannot, they usually send a special card with a message of love.Or they send flowers.They also usually call their mothers on the telephone to wish them a happy day.Mother’s Day is one of the busiest days of the year for America’s telephone companies.

  Some families get together on Mother’s Day to honor all the women in the family who are mothers.Many go to a restaurant for a special Mother’s Day meal.

17.What do you learn about Mother’s Day?

A.It is celebrated now in every part of the world.

B.It is not celebrated on the 2nd Sunday in May everywhere.

C.It is celebrated to honor all the women in some families.

18.When was Mother’s Day first celebrated in the US?

A.In 1907.

B.In 1908.

C.In 1914.

19.Who decided Mother’s Day to be celebrated nationwide?

A.Anna Jarvis.

B.Public officials.

C.Woodrow Wilson.

20.What do all the children do on Mother’s Day?

A.Give gifts to their mothers.

B.Pay a visit to their mothers.

C.Send cards to their mothers.

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