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    Traveling without a map in different countries, I find out about different “styles” of directions every time I ask “How can I get to the post office?”

    Foreign tourists are often confused in Japan because most streets there don’t have name signs; in Japan, people use landmarks in their directions instead of street names. For example, the Japanese will say to travelers, “Go straight down to the corner. Turn left at the big hotel and go past a fruit market. The post office is across from the bus stop.”

    People in Los Angeles, the US, have no idea of distance on the map: they measure distance by time, not miles. “How far away is the post office?” you ask. “Oh,” they answer, “it’s about five minutes from here.” You don’t understand completely, “Yes, but how many miles away is it, please?” To this question you won’t get an answer, because most probably they don’t know it themselves.

    People in Greece sometimes do not even try to give directions because tourists seldom understand the Greek language. Instead, a Greek will often say, “Follow me.” Then he’ll lead you through the streets of the city to the post office.

    Sometimes a person doesn’t know the answer to your question. What happens in the situation? A New Yorker might say, “Sorry, I have no idea.” But in Yucatan, Mexico, no one answers “I don’t know.” People there believe that “I don’t” is impolite. They usually give an answer, but often a wrong one. So a tourist can get lost very easily in Yucatan!

    However, one thing will help you everywhere in the world. It’s body language.

    1.Which one of the followings is probably an example of Japanese directions?

    A. “Go south two miles. Turn west and then go another mile.”

    B. “Turn right at the hospital and go past a school. The library is right in front of you.”

    C. “The post office is about five minutes from here”

    D. “The post office is at Street Kamira.”

    2. People in Los Angeles don’t give directions in miles because _________.

    A. they use landmarks in their directions instead of distance

    B. they prefer to lead you the way

    C. they often have no idea of distance measured by miles

    D. they prefer to use body language

    3. Greeks give directions by __________.

    A. using street names         B. using landmarks

    C. leading people the way     D. giving people a wrong direction

    4.Which of the following is NOT true?

    A. There are different ways to give directions in different parts of the world.

    B. People in Yucatan give wrong directions on purpose.

    C. People in some places give directions using landmarks.

    D. People in some places give directions in time. 

    5.What does the writer want to tell us?

    A. It's difficult to travel without a map.

    B. It's important to use body language when you are travelling.

    C. In different countries, there are different styles of directions.

    D. You can't trust everyone when you are travelling.

     

     

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    补全对话
    根据对话内容, 从对话后的选项中选出能填入空白处的最佳选项.选项中有两项多余选项.
    M: Can you tell me how to get to the Music Building from here?__1__
    W: Oh,  are you new here?
    M: __2__
    W: Well,  to go to the Music Building,  you have two choices. If you want to go now,  you can walk straight down this street until you're past a post office,  and then turn right.__3__
    M: How long will it take to get there?
    W: About twenty minutes.
    M: __4__
    W: You can take the shuttle bus. The bus only takes about five minutes to get there.
    M: Well,  thank you.__5__

    A. Yes,  I just got here last night.
    B. I have a lecture to attend there.
    C. I guess I might as well walk.
    D. How long will you stay here?
    E. What is my other choice?
    F. Who is going to give the lecture?
    G. The Music Building will be straight ahead.

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    请补全下面五组对话，并判断说话者在做什么。

    A．A：Mrs．Smith, I’d like to introduce a friend of mine, Pierre Dubois．

    B：　　1　　?

    C：How do you do?

    B：What’s your impression of the United States?

    C：Well, I can’t get over how different the weather is here．

    B：Oh, you’ll get used to it soon!

    B．A：　　2　　? I’m trying to find a post office．

    B：Go three blocks and make a right．It’s right there．

    A：Should I take the bus?

    B：No．It’ll only take about five minutes to walk．

    A：Thank you very much．

    B：Any time．

    C．A：How’s your father been?

    B：He’s been out of work for a couple of days．

    A：　　3　　?

    B：He has a bad cold．

    A：Well, tell him to take it easy and that I hope he feels better．

    B：Thanks．I’ll tell him．

    D．A：Is somebody taking care of you?

    B：No．　　4　　．

    A：I think we’re out of your size．

    B：Well, can you get me one?

    A：I think so．Check back next week．

    E．A：　　5　　?

    B：Cut it short all over．

    A：Would you like it washed?

    B：No, thank you．It’s OK．

    i．Sentences put into the blanks：

    a．I’d like a long-sleeved shirt in yellow, medium

    b．How do you want it

    c．Can you help me out

    d．How do you do

    e．What’s wrong with him

    ⅱ．The situation the speakers are in：

    f．Getting a Haircut

    g．Asking about Health

    h．Asking for Directions

    i．Introductions and Opening Conversations

    j．Shopping

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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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