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--It's a bird. --I don't know ______ name.
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B．his
C．its
听力原文： There was once a man in South America who had a parrot, a pet bird that could imitate human speech. The parrot was unique. There was no bird like him in the whole world. He could learn to say any word except one. He could not my the name of his native town, Ketunnel. The man did everything be could to teach the parrot to say Ketunnel, but be never succeeded. At first he was very gentle with the bird. But gradually, he lost his temper. "You stupid bird. Why can't you learn to say that one word？ Say Ketunnel or I will kill you." But the parrot would not say it. Many times the man screamed, "Say Ketunnel, or I'll kill you." But the bird would never repeat the name. Finally, the man gave up. He picked up the parrot and threw him into the chicken house. "You are even more stupid than the chickens." In the chicken house, there were four old chickens, waiting to be killed for Sunday's dinner. The next morning, when he went out of the chicken house, the man opened the door. He was shocked by what he saw. He could not believe his eyes and ears. On the floor lay three dead chickens. The parrot was screaming at the fourth, "Say Ketunnel, or I'll kill you."
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A．Because the bird couldn't repeat his master's name.
B．Because the bird screamed all day long.
C．Because the bird uttered the wrong word.
D．Because the bird failed to say the name of the town.
—Be sure to get up earlier tomorrow morning.
—______. I'll be as early as a bird.
A) OK, I will B) I'm afraid I can
C) Of course not D) No, I will
Why was the parrot regarded as unique？
A．It looks like human being.
B．It looks different from other birds.
C．It could learn to say most of words.
D．It could not imitate human speech.
听力原文：M: Chris just bought a bird, and she paid five hundred dollars for it!
W: And I'll bet she still hasn't had her brakes fixed.
Q: What does the woman imply about Chris？
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A．The bird will make her happy.
B．She should have paid less for the bird.
C．She has spent her money unwisely.
D．She needs to buy a new car.
I’m like a migratory bird that has lost its sense of timing and direction, my wings flapping against season.
So what makes me fly against the tide of snowbirds？ The answer has a lot to do with my reluctance to give up the things that define who I am. Once I hear that the temperature on Long Island has dipped into the range of 40 to 50 degrees, I begin to long for the sight and crackling sound of a wood fire. I also long for the bright display o£ colors — first in the fall trees, and then in the limits around homes and at Rockefeller Center. Floridians decorate too, but can’t create the special feel of a New England winter.
I suppose the biggest reason why I return is to celebrate the holidays with people I haven’t seen in months. What could be better than sitting with family and friends for a Thanksgiving turkey dinner, or watching neighbors’ children excitedly open gifts on Christmas？ Even the first snowfall seems special. I especially enjoy seeing a bright red bird settling on a snow-covered branch (My wife and I spend winters at a retirement community in Ridge, and I’m grateful that I don’t have to shovel.)
While these simple pleasures are not unique to Long Island, they are some of the reasons why I come back. Who says you can’t go home？
(1) 单选题What does the underlined word "snowbird" in Paragraph 1 refer to？
A.A person spending winter in a warmer climate.
B.A bird seen chiefly in winter.
C.A person permanently living in a foreign country.
D.A bird flying to the south in winter.
(2) 单选题What’s the difference between Florida and Long Island？
A.Winters in Long Island are milder.
B.The snowbirds in Long Island are rarer.
C.Weather in Long Island is severer.
D.Long Island is nearer to the ocean.
(3) 单选题What did the author miss most when he was in Florida？
A.The colorful light display.
B.The family gathering.
C.The cold temperature.
D.The winter landscape.
(4) 单选题What’s the author’s purpose in writing the text？
A.To praise the beauty and warmth of his hometown.
B.To describe his dream to be a free bird.
C.To explain the reasons for moving from his hometown.
D.To express his feeling of missing his hometown.
It was as he swung around to look in his toolbox for the cigarettes that Eddie saw the lump. Right in the middle of the brand new bright red carpet, there was a lump. A lump the size of a packet of cigarettes.
"I've done it again？ said Eddie angrily. "I've left the cigarettes under the carpet？
He had done this once before, and taking up and refitting the carpet had taken him two hours. Eddie was determined that he was not going to spend another two hours in this house. He decided to get rid of the lump another way. It would mean wasting a good packet of cigarettes, nearly full, but anything was better than taking up the whole carpet and fitting it again .He turned to his toolbox for a large hammer.
Eddie didn't want to damage the carpet itself, so he took a block of wood and placed it on top of the lump. Then he began to beat the block of wood as hard as he could. He kept beating, hoping Mrs. Vanbrugh wouldn't hear the noise and come to see what he was doing. It would be difficult to explain why he was hammering the middle of her beautiful new carpet... The lump was beginning to flatten out.
After three or four minutes, the job was finally finished. Eddie picked up his tools, and began to walk out to his car. Mrs. Vanbrugh accompanied him. She seemed a little worried about something.
"Young man, while you were working today, you didn't by any chance see any sign of Armand, did you？ Armand is my bird. I let him out of his cage, you see, this morning, and he's disappeared. He likes to walk around the house, and he usually just comes back to his cage after an hour or so and gets right in. Only today he didn't come back. He's never done such a thing before, it's most peculiar..."
"No, madam, I haven't seen him anywhere," said Eddie, as he reached to start the car.
And he saw his packet of Marlboro cigarettes on the panel, where he had left it at lunchtime....
And he remembered the lump in the carpet...
What did Eddie want to do when he had finished fitting the carpet？
A．To have a cigarette.
B．To hammer the carpet flat.
C．To put back his tools.
D．To start work in the dining room.
听力原文： Did you know that there's a kind of bird that can sew？ This bird, called the tailor bird, uses its mouth as a needle. It sews leaves together in the shape of a cup. Then it adds a layer of straw to the inside of the cup and lays its eggs there.
Each bird species builds its own special kind of nest. The most common materials used for nests are grasses, branches and feathers. A bird must weave these materials into a nest. Just imagine building a house without cement or nails to hold together.
Another bird is called the weaver bird. 'The weaver bird builds a nest that looks like a basket. The nest is shaped like a pear with a hole in the middle. The hole is the door of the nest.
A third bird is called the oven bird. The oven bird makes a nest that is very solid. The nest is made of mud. The oven bird forms the mud into the shape of an oven and then let it dry in the sun. The sun bakes. the mud, making it very hard.
Not all birds make their homes in branches. Some birds build their nests on the ground, while others bury their eggs under the ground. And some birds do not build nests at all.
So when you look for nests and eggs in the branches of the trees and bushes, remember, that some nests may be right trader your feet.
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A．A cup.
B．An oven.
C．An egg.
D．A basket.
For instance, we parent-students carry book bags with the requisite textbooks, spirals and pens. Ours, though, have added dimensions. At this moments, mine also contains a He-Man sword, a picture of a "big thing that grinds wood ' drawn by my son Michael, a copy of "Are You My Mother？" and a Girl Scout cookie-order form. Parent-students have developed strong back muscles to lug this gear around.
We parent-students are extra-friendly creatures. Some combination of an air of maturity and our relaxed outlook makes us natural confidants. We don't have time to listen to confession but we do any way, for we realize we are a sort of haven midway between loudmouthed roommates and parents.
A student's interests may be narrow; ours must expand to include consumer information, local school-bond issues and the names of all the Smurfs. Our knowledge spans generations—our own, our classmates', our children's. Multigenerational wisdom makes beginning Spanish easy when we use the espanol we've learned from Bert, Ernie and Big Bird.
If other students need to know what time it is, they ask us. We always wear a watch. We may lack a spark of spontaneity, but we still enjoy going out for movies, concerts and hot-chocolate breaks. We just need some warning to juggle our schedule. After our efforts, we do not appreciate no-shows.
We are tired beings. We put our kids to bed by 9:30(if we're lucky)and then we open the books. This schedule usually catches up to me after lunch the next day. I have several pages of notes from afternoon classes that are downward-sloping lines, my last efforts before I succumbed to slumber. We may appear exhausted, too, because of our daily sprints across campus when we have five minutes to meet a daughter's school bus. One full-load semester I thought I was going blind. No, said the ophthalmologist, those dark shadowy objects are not detached retinas, they are your eyelids. You need more rest.
We may raise our hands more in class discussion. Stating an opinion aloud is no longer an intimidating event when compared with having a Caesarean section. We may also have more applied examples for what the professor is saying. Or maybe we're just loudmouths because we've learned to speak above the roar of children's voices.
Sometimes we bring a child with us to class, when there are no babysitters available on the planet. Some may marvel at how well-behaved the child is. They do not see the trepidation behind such visits, the bribes, the threats and the bushel of M&M's purchased as silencers. We don't want our child interfering with the education of others. If there is a club meeting after school hours, the probability increases that Junior will be there with us. This has usually gone smoothly, except for the time I was being initiated into an honor society, and my daughter announced nature's call to the solemn group.
It may seem that we stick together, we parent-students, there being a magnet that attracts crazies to one another. The other day one such 23-year-old with a two-year-old daughter motioned for me to come over to her study area. She produced a cassette player. "I really should be studying Spanish, but listen to this, "she said. A second passed and then a tiny voice sang, "A-B-C-D-E-F-G. ""It's Rachel saying her ABCs, ' she explained. "God, isn't it wonderful？" Another time two men and two women stood in the mainstream of between-class traffic at the humanities building discussing the joys of natural childbirth.
We are seldom lonely. We do not go home to an empty—or chokingly crowded-- dorm but to a house full of welcoming Munchki
A．Y
B．N
C．NG
