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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 desk
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 desk
A.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her
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解析：根据全文第一句I veloved my mother's desk sincel was just tall enoughto see above thetop of it as mother sat doing letters．”可知，作者当时还是个小菝子，故选C。
更多 “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” 相关考题
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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（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."
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 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.
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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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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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
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第三篇Up in SmokeI began to smoke when I was in high school. In fact,I remember the evening I was at a girlfriend's house,and we were watching a movie一a terribly romantic movie.He(the hero of the movie)was in love,she(his lady)was beautiful,and they were both smoking. My friend had only two cigarettes from a pack in her mother's purse,and she gave one to me.It was my first time.My parents didn't care much. They both smoked,and my older brother did too. My mother told me that smokers don't grow tall,but I was already 5 '6"(taller than most of the boys in my class), so I was happy to hear that"fact".In school,the teachers talked against smoking,but the cigarette advertisements were so exciting. The men in the ads were so good-looking and so successful,and the women were well, they were beautiful and sophisticated（老于世故的）.I read a book called How to Stop Smoking. The writer said that smoking wastes time,and that cigarettes cost a lot of money."So what?"I thought. The book didn't say that smoking can take away years of your life.But ten years later,everyone began to hear about the negative effects of cigarette smoke:lung disease,cancer,and heart problems.After that,there was a health warning on every pack of cigarettes.I didn't pay much attention to the reports and warnings.I felt healthy,and thought I was taking good care of myself.Then two events changed my mind.First,I started to cough,I thought it was just a cold,but it.didn't get better. Second,my brother got lung cancer. He got sicker and sicker. My brother and I used to smoke cigarettes together over twenty years ago,and we smoked our last cigarettes together the day before he died,I sat with him in his hospital room,and I decided to quit."NO more cigarettes,ever,"I said to myself.However,it was very hard to stop.Nicotine（尼古丁）is a drug;as a result,cigarettes cause a powerful addiction.I tried several times to quit on my own一wlthout success.I made excuses,I told myself:Smoking helps me keep my figure一I don,t gain weight when I smoke.Smoking not only relaxes me but it also helps me think clearly.I,m a free,liberated woman,I can smoke when I want to.Finally,I ran out of excuses一I might say my excuses went up in smoke.I joined the"Stop Smoking"program at the local hospital,which also ended up in failure.The"fact"in Paragraph 2 refers to______.A:her admiration for the men in the adsB:her mother's warning that smokers don,t grow tallC:her height of5'6"D:the teachers' negative attitude towards smoking
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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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I recently went to a charity party. At the end of the visit our host told us that the following Monday was his birthday. He asked21, as a gift to him, we would do something kind for someone else on that day. I thought that was a terrible birthday 22 !
The following Monday, I saw my neighbor, a new mother, in the garden with her baby, I went outside to say"hello" to her. During the talk, she told me, not in a complaining 23 but just as a matter of fact, about the sleeplessness and the challenges to get anything done with a baby followed by. I 24 the charity party host's request and said,"Hey!Why don't 25 watch your baby for an hour!I will just hang out with him here in the back garden 26 you go in and take an hour to yourself."
She was so surprised that she almost cried."Are you 27 Would you be able to do that ""Of course! " I said. "I'd be happy to! " An hour later she came outside with a smile on her face."I have 28 so much done! " she told me, and I told her that I had sung every kid's song I knew and had a good time hanging out with the baby, too. And I was so happy to see her smiling like that.
It was one of the best 29 I've ever given, and it has given me the desire to ask the same 30 all my friends this year. I know it will make me feel great to know my friends are out there sharing their wisdom and time with people who can really use it.
I recently went to a charity party. At the end of the visit our host told us that the following Monday was his birthday. He asked21, as a gift to him, we would do something kind for someone else on that day. I thought that was a terrible birthday 22 !
The following Monday, I saw my neighbor, a new mother, in the garden with her baby, I went outside to say"hello" to her. During the talk, she told me, not in a complaining 23 but just as a matter of fact, about the sleeplessness and the challenges to get anything done with a baby followed by. I 24 the charity party host's request and said,"Hey!Why don't 25 watch your baby for an hour!I will just hang out with him here in the back garden 26 you go in and take an hour to yourself."
She was so surprised that she almost cried."Are you 27 Would you be able to do that ""Of course! " I said. "I'd be happy to! " An hour later she came outside with a smile on her face."I have 28 so much done! " she told me, and I told her that I had sung every kid's song I knew and had a good time hanging out with the baby, too. And I was so happy to see her smiling like that.
It was one of the best 29 I've ever given, and it has given me the desire to ask the same 30 all my friends this year. I know it will make me feel great to know my friends are out there sharing their wisdom and time with people who can really use it.
A.or
B.but
C.and
D.since
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I recently went to a charity party. At the end of the visit our host told us that the following Monday was his birthday. He asked21, as a gift to him, we would do something kind for someone else on that day. I thought that was a terrible birthday 22 !
The following Monday, I saw my neighbor, a new mother, in the garden with her baby, I went outside to say"hello" to her. During the talk, she told me, not in a complaining 23 but just as a matter of fact, about the sleeplessness and the challenges to get anything done with a baby followed by. I 24 the charity party host's request and said,"Hey!Why don't 25 watch your baby for an hour!I will just hang out with him here in the back garden 26 you go in and take an hour to yourself."
She was so surprised that she almost cried."Are you 27 Would you be able to do that ""Of course! " I said. "I'd be happy to! " An hour later she came outside with a smile on her face."I have 28 so much done! " she told me, and I told her that I had sung every kid's song I knew and had a good time hanging out with the baby, too. And I was so happy to see her smiling like that.
It was one of the best 29 I've ever given, and it has given me the desire to ask the same 30 all my friends this year. I know it will make me feel great to know my friends are out there sharing their wisdom and time with people who can really use it.
I recently went to a charity party. At the end of the visit our host told us that the following Monday was his birthday. He asked21, as a gift to him, we would do something kind for someone else on that day. I thought that was a terrible birthday 22 !
The following Monday, I saw my neighbor, a new mother, in the garden with her baby, I went outside to say"hello" to her. During the talk, she told me, not in a complaining 23 but just as a matter of fact, about the sleeplessness and the challenges to get anything done with a baby followed by. I 24 the charity party host's request and said,"Hey!Why don't 25 watch your baby for an hour!I will just hang out with him here in the back garden 26 you go in and take an hour to yourself."
She was so surprised that she almost cried."Are you 27 Would you be able to do that ""Of course! " I said. "I'd be happy to! " An hour later she came outside with a smile on her face."I have 28 so much done! " she told me, and I told her that I had sung every kid's song I knew and had a good time hanging out with the baby, too. And I was so happy to see her smiling like that.
It was one of the best 29 I've ever given, and it has given me the desire to ask the same 30 all my friends this year. I know it will make me feel great to know my friends are out there sharing their wisdom and time with people who can really use it.
A.I
B.you
C.we
D.they
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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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单选题Mother:______ Daughter: Oh, I don’t know. Anything will do. Mother: You keep saying that. But I’ve run out of ideas. Daughter: It’s your job to come up with the menus, so get on with it. Mother:______ Daughter: Actually, I would like champagne, caviar, lobster soup, and to finish, a fresh melon. Mother: That’s fine. I’ll cook, but you pay.A
Where shall we have our lunch? ; What do you mean?B
Let’s have breakfast at home. Quite right!C
What shall we have for dinner? I’m really at a loss.D
How many dishes do you want? I’ll try my best.
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单选题Mother: Ben, what’s this broken cup doing here. Ben: ______ You know those big dinner plates? Mother: ______ Ben: just a couple. They slipped out of my hands into the sink and the cup got broken as well.A
I put it here after it was broken. ; Yes, I know. What have you done?B
Oh mum, please don’t be angry with me. ; Of course, I myself bought them last year.C
Sorry, mum, I had an accident when I was washing up. You haven’t broken them as well!D
How could I know? It’s not me who did it. ; Oh, I see. You must have broken them as well.
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单选题The easy way out isn’t always easiest. I learned that lesson when I decided to treat Doug, my husband of one month, to a special meal. I glanced through my cook book and chose a menu which included homemade bread. Knowing the bread would take time. I started on it as soon as Doug left for work. As I was not experienced in cooking, I thought if a dozen was good, two dozen would be better, so I doubled everything. As Doug loved oranges, I also opened a can of orange and poured it all into the bowl. Soon there was a sticky dough covered with ugly yellowish marks. Realizing I had been defeated, I put the dough in the rubbish bin outside so I wouldn’t have to face Doug laughing at my work. I went on preparing the rest of the meal, and, when Doug got home, we sat down to Cornish chicken with rice. He tried to enjoy the meal but seemed disturbed. Twice he got up and went outside, saying he thought he heard a noise. The third time he left, I went to the windows to see what he was doing. Looking out, I saw Doug standing about three feet from the rubbish bin, holding the lid up with a stick and looking into the container. When I came out of the house, he dropped the stick and explained that there was something alive in out rubbish bin. Picking up the stick again, he held the lid up enough for me to see. I felt cold. But I stepped closer and looked harder. Without doubt it was my work. The hot sun had caused the dough to double in size and the fermenting yeast made the surface shake and sigh as though it were breathing. I had to admit what the living thing was and why it was there. I don't know who was more embarrassed by the whole thing—Doug or me.
Why did the woman put the dough in the rubbish bin?（）A
She didn’t see the use of keeping it.B
She meant to joke with her husband.C
She didn’t want her husband to see it.D
She hoped it would soon dry in the sun.
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单选题Anne: Come in please. Ah! It’s you, Mary. How are you? Please sit down. Mary: I’m very well, thank you. Anne: ______It’s been a long time since we last saw each other. You see, I’ve lived here for almost a month. Mary: I know. Since I was passing by, I thought I’d just drop in. (Looking around) What a nice view, with windows facing the harbor!A
Do you smoke?B
I’m glad to see you.C
What’s up?D
Help yourself to some cakes.
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单选题—You look unhappy, John. ______?—Well, I found my mother looking through my mobile phone yesterday.A
You want to restB
What’s wrongC
How do you do
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