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 Why don’t you tell him the truth? If I _______ you, I would.

A. am                    B. were                   C. had been              D. would be

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Why don’t you tell him the truth? If I _______ you, I would.

A.am

B.were

C.had been

D.would be

 

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Good evening. I have come to Jerusalem today as a novelist, which is to say as a professional

spinner of lies.

Today, however, I have no intention of lying. I will try to be as honest as I can. There are only a few days in the year when I do not engage in telling lies, and today happens to be one of them.

So let me tell you the truth. In Japan a fair number of people advised me not to come here to accept the Jerusalem Prize. Some even warned me they would instigate a boycott of my books if I came. The reason for this, of course, was the fierce fighting that was raging in Gaza.

Finally, however, after careful consideration, I made up my mind to come here. One reason for my decision was that all too many people advised me not to do it. Perhaps, like many other novelists, I tend to do the exact opposite of what I am told. If people are telling me-- and especially if they are warning me-- “Don’t go there,” “Don’t do that,” I tend to want to “go there” and “do that”. It’s in my nature, you might say, as a novelist. Novelists are a special breed. They cannot genuinely trust anything they have not seen with their own eyes or touched with their own hands.

And that is why I am here. I chose to come here rather than stay away. I chose to see for myself rather than not to see. I chose to speak to you rather than to say nothing.

Please do allow me to deliver a message, one very personal message. It is something that I always keep in mind while I am writing fiction. I have never gone so far as to write it on a piece of paper and paste it to the wall: rather, it is carved into the wall of my mind, and it goes something like this:

 “Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.”

I have only one reason to write novels, and that is to bring the dignity of the individual soul to the surface and shine a light upon it. The purpose of a story is to sound an alarm, to keep a light trained on the System in order to prevent it from tangling our souls in its web and demeaning them. I truly believe it is the novelist’s job to keep trying to clarify the uniqueness of each individual soul by writing stories--stories of life and death, stories of love, stories that make people cry and quake with fear and shake with laughter. This is why we go on, day after day, concocting fictions with utter seriousness.

46.What made the writer decide to come to Jerusalem?

       A.He wanted to accept the Jerusalem Prize.

       B.A fair number of people advised him to.

       C.too many people advised me not to do it and he chose to some here rather than stay away.

       D.He wanted to write novels in Jerusalem.

47.From the passage, we can know the writer is man who_____________

       A.is afraid of others’ opinions.

       B.braves to express his opinions.

       C.trusts anything others talk.

       D.hates anything and writes to the pubic.

48.Which of the following statements is NOT true?

       A.the purpose of writing for the writer is to bring the dignity of the individual soul to the

surface and shine a light upon it.

       B.Novelists hardly trust anything they have not seen with their own eyes or touched with

their own hands.

       C.The writer’s writing stories just wanted to make people cry and quake with fear and shake

with laughter.

       D.The writer comes from Japan and chose to speak to the public.

49.What did the writer mean by saying : “I always stand on the edge of the egg?”

       A.He thought he was so weak.

       B.He wanted to be an egg.

       C.He didn’t like the wall.

       D.He wanted to fight with the strong society for his dream.

50.Where does this passage come from?

       A.a speech from awarding meeting

       B.a discussion from a novelist

       C.a debate from Japanese

       D.a warning from a meeting

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听力(共两节,满分30分)

第一节(共5小题;每小题1.5分,满分7.5分)

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:I think it is going to rain.

M:Going to rain?The ground is already wet!

1.What does the man mean?

A.It won’t rain.

B.It is raining.

C.It’s going to rain.

W:What happens in the first part of the film?

M:To tell the truth, I don’t exactly remember because it almost put me to sleep.

2.What does the man think of the film?

A.Frightening.

B.Interesting.

C.Boring.

M:I’d like to have this film developed.

W:Just write down your name and address here please.

M:Oh…, it’s for a friend.I don’t know his address.I guess I’ll have to make a phone call and come back later.

3.What will the man do when he comes back?

A.He will make a telephone call.

B.He will write down his friend’s address.

C.He will get his photos back.

M:Hi, Jane.Long time no see!

W:Hi, George.How are you doing?

M:Not so well.I’ve been working overtime a lot.Besides, I go to night classes, and I’m on my way to school now.

W:That’s terrible!Why don’t you take it easy for a while?

4.What does George need most of all?

A.Having a rest.

B.Going to school.

C.Keeping on working.

W:Tickets, please.

M:We want to catch the eighteen to London.

W:You’ve just missed it!

M:Goodness me!What should we do then?

W:You can come in the afternoon and catch the three sixteen.

5.Where does this dialogue take place?

A.At the cinema.

B.At the police station.

C.At the railway station.

第二节(共15小题;每小题1.5分,满分22.5分)

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6~8题。

M:I’d like to book a ticket to Los Angeles for next Monday.

W:Just a second.

M:I’ll need a ticket with an open return.

W:TWA has a flight leaving at 9:25.

M:I guess that’s OK.What time should I check in?

W:You have to be there half an hour before it leaves.

6.What does the man want to do?

A.Buy a ticket.

B.Book a ticket.

C.Book a room.

7.When will the man go to Los Angeles?

A.Next Monday.

B.This Monday.

C.Not settled.

8.When should the man check in?

A.9∶25.

B.9∶55.

C.8∶55.

听第7段材料,回答第9~11题。

W:Having visited so many different countries you must be able to speak several different languages.

M:I wish I could, but French and English are the only ones that I have ever learned to speak.

W:Have you ever tried Chinese?

M:Yes, but I gave up halfway.The Chinese characters are too difficult to practise.

W:How about Japanese?

M:I attended class for two or three months, but the more I learned, the more difficult the grammar became.

W:Do you like travelling?

M:No, I don’t, but I have to.I work in the sales department.

W:If only all the countries used the same language, then I would be able to work in different countries.

M:But to tell you the truth, I hope not.As a matter of fact, I am quite interested in language learning.

9.How many languages can the man speak?

A.One.

B.Two.

C.Three.

10.What’s the man’s job?

A.A doctor.

B.A businessman.

C.A teacher.

11.What does the woman wish?

A.She wishes she could speak French.

B.She wishes she could speak Japanese.

C.She wishes there were just one language in the world.

听第8段材料,回答第12~14题。

W:Have you been chased by a dog?

M:No, I haven’t.But by a bull.

W:Really?

M:Yes, a couple of years ago.When I was walking in the country, the field was full of bulls.And I was wearing a bright red coat.They suddenly jumped up and down and started chasing me.

W:What happened then?

M:I just ran for the nearest fence and jumped over it.

W:You’re lucky.But I know a man who was bitten by a dog while he was jogging.

M:How did that happen?

W:He was running past a farm when a sheepdog started barking at him.He tried to kick it out of the way.But the dog jumped up and bit him in the leg.

12.When was the man chased by bulls?

A.A couple of years ago.

B.A couple of months ago.

C.A couple of weeks ago.

13.What was the man doing when he was chased by a dog?

A.He was walking.

B.He was working.

C.He was running.

14.Why did the bulls chase the man?

A.He was wearing a red coat.

B.He ran past a farm.

C.He walked in the country.

听第9段材料,回答第15~17题。

M:Have you ever eaten here before?

W:Only in the evenings.I didn’t know until now that they served breakfast too.

M:That’s what the Carolina Coffee Shop is famous for.People have been coming here for over 60 years for breakfast before going to the university football and basketball games.It’s a tradition.

W:Oh, what’s good here?

M:The best is their French toast.They take some pieces of French bread and dip them in eggs.Then they bake them.It’s delicious.

W:I think I’ll try it.

M:OK.Since this is your first visit to the Carolina Coffee Shop in the morning, I’ll buy you breakfast.

W:Thanks.

15.What time of day is the conversation taking place?

A.In the morning.

B.In the afternoon.

C.In the evening.

16.What does the man suggest the woman have?

A.French bread.

B.French toast.

C.French eggs.

17.Who will pay the breakfast?

A.The man.

B.The woman.

C.It will be free.

听第10段材料,回答第18~20题。

“We are not training future poets.”said a school’s headmaster.“We just hope the class makes students more creative.”The class has 56 poem-loving students in it.They get half a day’s teaching every week from Zhu Tiewu, a poet from the Shanghai City Poets Group.Zhu has a three-term teaching plan for the class.He will ask them to study many poems in the first two terms.They will only get to write poems in the final term.Students will study both old and new poems.These will come from both China and foreign countries.But are students interested in poems today?Yes.According to a study of 90 students at the school, about half of them read poems and about a third want to be poets.They are learning about poems not because they want to be poets, but because poems teach them a lot about life.

18.What’s the purpose of teaching poems to students in this school?

A.To train them into future poets.

B.To make the class more lively.

C.To make the students more creative.

19.What’s Mr.Zhu’s three-term teaching plan for the class?

A.He will ask them to study poems in the first two terms and then get to write.

B.He will ask them to study Chinese poems for two terms and then to study foreign poems.

C.He will ask them to study poems in the first term and then write in the following terms.

20.How many students in this school want to be poets?

A.About 1/2.

B.About 1/3.

C.About 1/4.

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     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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