"This is the house ________ two years ago." Which of the following cannot be used in the blank?

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 A. which I lived in   B. in which I lived

C. where I lived in    D. that I lived in

Dear sir,
I read your story (of the 4th February) about the cost of living in the country rather than in the town, and I agree with most of the points that you made. My husband and I lived in the middle of Horlton until two years ago — a seaside town of nearly five hundred thousand people. When my husband stopped working, we moved to our present house in a small village at the foot of Roland Hill, and there is no doubt that our costs are higher now.
I have to do my shopping in small shops, where the food is more expensive than in city supermarkets; it costs more to travel by bus; and because the men who come to mend the television or the washing machine, have to come farther, we have to pay them more.
But it does not cost us much to enjoy what is beautiful in the country; and peace and quiet are cheap. Many people spend a great deal of time and money driving into the country to enjoy the simple things of life; yet we can enjoy them just by going out of the front door. It costs more to live here than it did in Horlton but now life really is worth living.
Yours faithfully.
Edith Randall
【小题1】What do you know about Horlton?

A．A quiet town not far from the sea.

B．A middle-sized town until two years ago.

C．A town with a population of nearly half a million.

D．A small village at the foot of Roland Hill

【小题2】 What Mrs Randall really wants to express in the letter is that _____.

A．it cost less to live in the country

B．it costs more to live in the country

C．living in the country is no better than in the town

D．she is quite satisfied with the life in the country

【小题3】One can probably find this letter in _____.

A．a guidebook

B．a newspaper

C．a speech

D．a story book

【小题4】According to the passage, which of the following is true?

A．The letter is written by an unknown person.

B．This letter is a reply to the questions of 4th February.

C．Living in the country is better than living in the city.

D．The cost of living in the city is lower than that of the country.

Dear sir,

I read your story (of the 4th February) about the cost of living in the country rather than in the town, and I agree with most of the points that you made. My husband and I lived in the middle of Horlton until two years ago — a seaside town of nearly five hundred thousand people. When my husband stopped working, we moved to our present house in a small village at the foot of Roland Hill, and there is no doubt that our costs are higher now.

I have to do my shopping in small shops, where the food is more expensive than in city supermarkets; it costs more to travel by bus; and because the men who come to mend the television or the washing machine, have to come farther, we have to pay them more.

But it does not cost us much to enjoy what is beautiful in the country; and peace and quiet are cheap. Many people spend a great deal of time and money driving into the country to enjoy the simple things of life; yet we can enjoy them just by going out of the front door. It costs more to live here than it did in Horlton but now life really is worth living.

Yours faithfully.

Edith Randall

1.What do you know about Horlton?

A. A quiet town not far from the sea.

B. A middle-sized town until two years ago.

C. A town with a population of nearly half a million.

D. A small village at the foot of Roland Hill

2. What Mrs Randall really wants to express in the letter is that _____.

A. it cost less to live in the country

B. it costs more to live in the country

C. living in the country is no better than in the town

D. she is quite satisfied with the life in the country

3.One can probably find this letter in _____.

A. a guidebook      B. a newspaper          C. a speech         D. a story book

4.According to the passage, which of the following is true?

A. The letter is written by an unknown person.

B. This letter is a reply to the questions of 4th February.

C. Living in the country is better than living in the city.

D. The cost of living in the city is lower than that of the country. 

 

There’s talk today about how as a society we’ve become separated by colors, income, city vs suburb, red state vs blue．But we also divide ourselves with unseen dotted lines．I’m talking about the property lines that isolate us from the people we are physically closest to: our neighbors．

It was a disaster on my street, in a middle-class suburb of Rochester Town, several years ago that got me thinking about this．One night, a neighbor shot and killed his wife and then himself; their two middle-school children ran screaming into the night．Though the couple had lived on our street for seven years, my wife and I hardly knew them．We’d see them jogging together．Sometimes our children would share cars to school with theirs．

Some of the neighbors attended the funeral（葬礼）and called on relatives．Someone laid a single bunch of yellow flowers at the family’s front door, but nothing else was done to mark the loss．Within weeks, the children had moved with their grandparents to another part of the town．The only indication that anything had changed was the “For Sale” sign in front of their house．

A family had disappeared, yet the impact on our neighborhood was slight．How could that be? Did I live in a community or just in a house on a street surrounded by people whose lives were entirely separate? Few of my neighbors, I later learned, knew others on the street more than casually; many didn’t know even the names of those a few doors down．

Why is it that in an age of low long-distance expenses, discount airlines and the Internet, when we can create community anywhere, we often don’t know the people who live next door? Maybe my neighbors didn’t mind living this way, but I did．I wanted to get to know the people whose houses I passed each day – not just what they do for a living and how many children they have, but the depth of their experience and what kind of people they are．

What would it take, I wondered, to break through the barriers between us? I thought about childhood sleepovers（在外过夜）, and the familiar feeling and deep understanding I used to get from waking up inside a friend’s home．Would my neighbors let me sleep over and write about their lives from inside their own houses?

72．The underlined word “this” in the second paragraph probably refers to the talk about ____．

       A．how a society is divided by dotted lines 

       B．the property lines separating us from our neighbors

       C．the couple’s death                  

       D．understanding each other between neighbors

73．Which of the following is NOT TRUE according to the author’s description?

       A．The husband killed himself．

       B．The couple had the habit of jogging together．

       C．Their children moved to live with grandparents after the couple’s death．

       D．The author never knew the couple until they died seven years later．

74．From the last paragraph, we can infer that the author _____ in his childhood．

       A．had once slept in the open air outside

       B．had slept in his friend’s home more than once

       C．had slept at home but woke up to find himself inside his friend’s home

       D．used to live in his friend’s home

75．Following the last paragraph, the author will perhaps _____．

       A．leave his home and began his writing career

       B．sleep in the open air and write about his experiences

       C．sleep in his neighbors’ homes and write about their family lives

       D．interview his neighbors and write about their houses

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, carrier, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of the dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories fleshed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. it’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce (回忆) about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it, ” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry. I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral.” Jack said.

Busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time, which was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture … Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most’,” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said sadly.

Returning to his office the next day, he found a package on his desk. The return address caught his attention.

“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.

Jack tore open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside,

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bernett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, and tears filling his eyes. Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the fine cover, he opened it.

Inside he found these words carved: “Jack. Thanks for your time! Harold Belser.”

“Oh. My God! This is the thing he valued most …”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his assistant and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.

Why did Jack think Mr. Belser died years ago?

   A. College and career prevented him from remembering Mr. Belser.

   B. Jack was too busy with his business and family to think about Mr. Belser.

   C. Jack was too busy realizing his dreams to think about Mr. Belser.

   D. His present busy life washed away his children memories.

Jack’s mother told him on the phone about Mr. Belser EXCEPT that _________.

   A. Mr. Belser often asked how Jack was doing

   B. Mr. Belser’s funeral would take place on Wednesday

   C. Mr. Belser had asked for Jack’s mailing address

   D. Mr. Belser had pleasant memories of their time together

Why did Belser send Jack his gold watch?

   A. Because he was grateful for Jack’s time with him.

   B. Because he had no children or relatives.

   C. Because he thought he had to keep his word.

   D. Because Jack had always wanted it during his childhood.

Why did Jack say he needed some time to spend with his son?

   A. He was very tired of his work and wanted to have a good rest.

   B. He had promised to spare more time to stay with his son.

   C. He had missed his son and his family for days.

   D. He came to realize the importance of the time with his family.

Which of the following is the most suitable title for this passage?

   A. The Good Old Times   B. What He Valued Most

   C. An Old Gold Watch    D. The Lost Childhood Days