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I have decided to accompapy my aged mother this summer to visit France,which is one of her lifelong dreams.
A:accommodate
B:take
C:escort
D:present
B:take
C:escort
D:present
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解析：本句意思是：我已经决定今年夏天陪我上了年纪的母亲去法国，这是她一辈子的梦想之一二句中accompany意为“陪伴”，如：May we accompany you on your walk？我们陪你一起散步好吗？ 四个选项中accommodate意为“容纳”，如：It could accommodate at most approximately 25 percent of the total child population of eleven-plus．它只能容纳11岁以上的儿童总数的大约25%。 take意为“带走”。escort意为“陪同，护送”，如：I escorted him to the door.我陪他走到门口。present意为“介绍，出现”，如：The mayor presented him with a gold medal at an official city reception.市长在一次正式的市政招待会上给他颁发了一枚金质奖章。只有选项C 同句中画线单词含义接近。
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"Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day.
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第（21）题选A.loud
B.low
C.gentle
D.tender
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Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′ t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV. 18 flowers to each other on Valentine′ s Day is even more 19 . One day, my mother was sewing a quilt(床罩). I 20 sat down beside her and looked at her. "Mom, is there love between you and Dad?" I asked her in a 21voice.
My mother stopped and raised her head with 22 in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately. Then she 23 her head and continued to sew the quilt. At last my mother said:
"Susan," she said, "Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and 25 . If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26 . It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it′ s really there. Love is 27 ."
The next spring, my father suddenly got sick seriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale and it seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father had never been so 30 .
Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these 31 the most beautiful picture in the world.
"Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day.
He said gently. 32 , I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply.
34 I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this 35 , I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm.
第（32）题选A.In other words
B.To tell the truth
C.In my opinion
D.On the contrary
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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
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As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking forgiveness?A.She had never received the letter.
B.For years, she often talked about the letter.
C.She didn't forgive her daughter at all in all her life.
D.She read the letter again and again till she died.
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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The passage shows that _______
A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter
B.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done
C.mother cared much about her daughter in words
D.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The writer began to love her mother's deskA.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her
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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
What's the best title of the passage?
A.My Letter to Mother
B.Mother and Children
C.Mv Mother's Desk
D.Talks hetween Mother and Me
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My daughter was leafing through some old photo albums the other day when she laughed and pulled out an old picture to show me. There I was a skinny 12 year old with thick, bushy, brown hair. l looked down at the picture and smiled. Only one thought was on my mind: "If only I knew then what I know now. If I knew then what I know now: I would have danced more, laughed more, and sang more no matter who was watching. I would have not cared a bit what other people thought of me.
I would have cared a whole lot more, however, about what God thought of me. I would have been fearless in showing my love, sharing my joy, and living my life.
Of all the four ideas, which won ' t the author agree with?
A. One should not care what other people think of him/her.
B. One should show his/her love bravely.
C. One should only care what God thinks of him/her.
D. One should do anything regardless of who is watching.
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根据下列内容，回答186-190题。
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mothersat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I de-cided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during herfinal illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said a-gain, "it's for Elizabeth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. Butas a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.
And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy fami-ly. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she didforgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disap-pointment, then little interest and, finally, peace--it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't besure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and ! could stop try-ing to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased thatwriting was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photoof my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letterasks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The writer began to love her mother's desk__________.A.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her
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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The word "gulf" in the passage means _______
A.deep understanding between the old and the young
B.different ideas between the mother and the daughter
C.free talks between mother and daughter
D.part of the sea going far in land
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根据以下材料，回答题
Sometimes I really doubt whether there islove between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV.18 flowers to each other onValentine′s Day is even more 19.One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (床单). I 20 sat down beside her and lookedat her. "Morn, is there love between you and Dad " I asked her in a21 voice.
My mother stopped and raised her head with 22in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately.
Then she 23 her head and continued tosew the quilt. At last my mother said:
"Susan," she said, "Look atthis thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt.
The thread really makes the quilt strong and25. If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26. It can hardly beseen anywhere or anytime, but it′s really there. Love is 27."
The next spring, my father suddenly got sickseriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale andit seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Everyday in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father hadnever been so 30.
Along the country road, there were manybeautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through theleaves. All of these 31 themost beautiful picture in the world.
"Dad, how are you feeling now " Iasked him one day.
He said gently. " 32, I just like walking withyour morn. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he lovesmy mother deeply.
34 I thought love meant flowers, girls andsweet kisses. But from this 35, I understand that love is just a threadin the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm.
A.warm
B.lasting
C.long
D.comfortable
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—Have you ever been to Tibet
—Yes. I have fantastic__________ of my trip there last summer.A.time
B.experience
C.days
D.memories
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根据以下材料，回答题
Sometimes I really doubt whether there islove between my parents. They are very busy working to 16 the family. They don′t act in the 17 ways that I read in books or I see on TV.18 flowers to each other onValentine′s Day is even more 19.One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (床单). I 20 sat down beside her and lookedat her. "Morn, is there love between you and Dad " I asked her in a21 voice.
My mother stopped and raised her head with 22in her eyes. She didn′t answer immediately.
Then she 23 her head and continued tosew the quilt. At last my mother said:
"Susan," she said, "Look atthis thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it 24 in the quilt.
The thread really makes the quilt strong and25. If life is a quilt, then love should be a 26. It can hardly beseen anywhere or anytime, but it′s really there. Love is 27."
The next spring, my father suddenly got sickseriously. When they returned from the hospital, mother looked rather pale andit seemed 28 of them had a serious illness. Everyday in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 29 slowly on the country road. My father hadnever been so 30.
Along the country road, there were manybeautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through theleaves. All of these 31 themost beautiful picture in the world.
"Dad, how are you feeling now " Iasked him one day.
He said gently. " 32, I just like walking withyour morn. I like this kind of life." 33 his eyes, I know he lovesmy mother deeply.
34 I thought love meant flowers, girls andsweet kisses. But from this 35, I understand that love is just a threadin the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm.
A.In other words
B.To tell the truth
C.In my opinion
D.On the contrary
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提示：爱丽丝的妈妈病了，爱丽丝想向老师格林先生请几天假。
Alice:Excuse me.Mr.Green.I′d like to take a few days off.
Green:51?
Alice:My mother is ill.I have to take care of her.
Green:Oh dear!I am sorry to hear that.52？
Alice:No.thank you.My mother has caught a bad cold.She has a high fever and coughs day and night.The doctor says my mother has to be in hospital for a few days.I would like to be with her.
Green:I understand.53？
Alice:I hope to be back next Wednesday.
Green:That′s all right.54
Alice:Thank you,Mr.Green.That′s very kind of you.I will write it immediately.
Green:55
第52题答案是
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When you are little,the whole world feels like a big playground.I was living in Conyers,Georgia the summer it all happened.I was a second grader,but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade.Both of our parents were at work and most of the time they let us go our own way.
It was a hot afternoon and we decided to have an adventure in Stephanie′s basement.As I opened the basement door,before us lay the biggest room,full of amazing things like guns,dolls,and old clothes.I ran downstairs,and spotted a red steel can.It was paint.I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple,orange,blue and green.
"Stephanie,I just found us a project,for the day.Get some paintbrushes.We are fixing to paint."She screamed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work.We gathered all the brushes we could find and moved all of our materials to my yard.There on the road in front of my house,we painted bit stripes（条纹）of colors across the pavement（人行道）.Stripe by stripe,our colors turned into a beautiful rainbow.It was fantastic!
The sun was starting to sink.I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car.It was my mother.I couldn′t wait to show her my masterpiece.The car pulled slowly into the drive way and from the look on my mother′s face,I could tell that I was in deep trouble.My mother shut the car door and walked towards me.Her eyes glaring,she shouted,"What in the world were you thinking?I understood when you made castles out of leaves,and climbed the neighbors′trees,but this!Come inside right now!"I stood there glaring back at her for a minute,angry because she had insulted（侮辱）my art.
"Now go to clean it up!"Mother and I began cleaning the road.Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement.
Though years have now passed,I still wonder where my?rainbow?has gone.I wonder if,maybe when I get older,I can find my rainbow and never have to brush it away.I guess we all need sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful.
It can be learned from the passage that parents shouldA.encourage children to paint
B.value friendship among children
C.discover the hidden talent in children
D.protect rather than destroy children's dreams
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单选题I have seldom seen my mother ______ pleased with my progress as she is now.A
soB
veryC
tooD
rather
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单选题With second thoughts，I have decided to postpone my visit to Japan.A
InB
OnC
ForD
Against
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