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听力原文：M: Would you like some toast and jam, Mom？
W: Why, yes, thank you. I believe I would. That's mother's dear boy, always thinking of others. Only not too much jam on my toast.
What did the woman think about the man？
A．He isn't a selfish man.
B．He's her loving son always thinking of her.
C．He's a helpful young man.
D．He's loved by others.
听力原文：M: Hi, Sally, going to the football game today？
W. Not to it. I' m planning to watch it on television.
M: Why is that？ Do you feel too poor this close to the end of the month？
W: Money is not the problem. I find it easier to follow football on television than in the stadium. When I see the game in person, I feel just I am too far away from the action, and I always lose track of the ball.
M: I know just what you mean. Besides on television the new cameras they use give you super-views of all the plays. But there is always so much excitement. People cheering and shouting when you are there in person. The enthusiasm is catching, and I'd cheer along with everyone else.
W: You are right there. But I' d like to know exactly what I'm yelling for. And if I can' t even see who has the ball, I can't get very excited. So I really prefer watching it on television.
M: I see your point. Well, enjoy the game.
W: You too.
What is the main topic of the conversation？
A．Attendance at sports meet.
B．Viewing football games.
C．Interviews with football players.
D．Types of college cheers.
听力原文： Mrs. Robinson had one small, son. His name was Billy. Mrs. Robinson loved Billy very much, and as he was not a strong child, she was always afraid that he might get ill, so she used to take him to the best doctor in the town four times a year to be examined.
During one of these visits, the doctor gave Billy various tests and then said to him, "Have you had any trouble with your nose or ears recently？"
Billy thought for a second and then answered, "Yes, I have." Mrs. Robinson was very worried. "But I'm sure you've never told me that, Billy!" she said anxiously.
"Oh, really？" said the doctor seriously. ,And what trouble have you had with your nose and ears, my boy？"
"Well" answered Billy, "I always have trouble with them when I'm taking my sweater off, because the neck is very tight."
(30)
A．Because he was ill.
B．Because he was rather weak.
C．Because he was always afraid.
D．Because she loved him.
Dad, Why Did You Do It？
Every time the phone rings in my flat I jump, especially if it's near midnight. Deep down I know it's only Mum, ringing for a chat because, yet again, she can't sleep. But for a fraction of a second I freeze.
It was midnight when the call came that changed the way I felt about the person I loved most—my dad.
I'd watch his friends playing around with young girls and then look at Dad. "Ridiculous," he'd say, and I'd smile, knowing he could never behave that way.
Last October, as if to prove the point, he whisked Mum away for a romantic weekend in Rome to celebrate their silver wedding anniversary. She was so happy.
I didn't think any couple could he closer and I always dreamed that when I got married it would be the same for me—secure and caring.
Dad always wanted the best for me and he made sure I got it. Thanks to his Army career and pension we were financially better off than most. But he always pushed me to achieve things for myself and not be too dependent on him and Mum.
I loved him for that, but when he packed me off to America for a year to "find myself" I didn't want to go.
Hugging me at the airport, Dad wiped away my tears. "It'll be character building, Emma," he said, adding: "Anyway, if you don't like it after a few months you can come back. But trust me Princess, you'll love it."
He was right. I loved the States, and living there built up my confidence.
Still. I missed Dad like mad. I remember sitting in a coffee bar in Chicago and hiding behind the menu as tears poured down my face.
I was frightened, alone and I knew Dad wasn't there to put his arms around me and reassure me. I rushed out to a phone booth to call him. As soon as I heard his sleepy voice I felt okay.
Then, when I got home 12 months later, nothing much had changed...I thought.
Mum was as madly in love with Dad as she'd been since the day he'd first kissed her in the school playground; and Dad seemed to feel the same—on the outside.
Except he'd finally left the Army and was now an area manager for a car manufacturer. Mum was over the moon—it meant he no longer had to travel all over the country and spend months away from home.
Dad was excited about his new job, and when he started working late neither Mum nor I thought anything of it. He told us it was a new project, and so confidential he wasn't allowed to tell us much about it. I believed he was at work, tucked away in his office—until I got that unforgettable midnight call.
The woman's voice was hesitant but panicky. She asked if I was George's daughter, I didn't realize who she was until she told me Dad was with her—at midnight.
She said she hadn't wanted to ring, that she'd never wanted me to find out about her, but she had no choice. Someone had to know that Dad was on his way to hospital. "He's had a heart attack," she said, her voice trembling.
As I paced up and down the hospital corridor, this strange woman explained that she'd been with my father when he'd collapsed. The thought of them together made me feel ill. While I rushed to the toilet to splash water on my face, I heard a cry. It was her.
As soon as I saw the doctor taking off his mask and laying a hand on her shoulder, I knew Dad had gone.
I couldn't make myself go and look at him. I would've seen a stranger lying there.
The man who for 24 years had told me never to lie, to be true to myself and always to treasure family values above all else, had slipped away from my lift for ever.
Only then did I discover this woman worked for the company. She was Dad's so-called "confidential project".
An hour or so later I broke the news to Mum. I said Dad had suffered a heart attack
A．Y
B．N
C．NG
A．She disliked the speaker"s dad.
B．She felt scary for her mistake.
C．She loved playing hide-and-seek.
D．She would eat anything when hungry.
Dad, Why Did You Do It？
Every time the phone rings in my fiat I jump, especially if it's near midnight. Deep down I know it's only Mum, ringing for a chat because, yet again, she can't sleep. But for a fraction of a second I freeze.
It was midnight when the call came that changed the way I felt about the person I loved most —my dad.
I'd watch his friends playing around with young girls and then look at Dad. "Ridiculous," he'd say, and I'd smile, knowing he could never behave that way.
Last October, as if to prove the point, he whisked Mum away for a romantic weekend in Rome to celebrate their silver wedding anniversary. She was so happy.
I didn't think any couple could be closer and I always dreamed that when I got married it would be the same for me — secure and caring.
Dad always wanted the best for me and he made sure I got it. Thanks to his Army career and pension we were financially better off than most. But he always pushed me to achieve things for myself and not be too dependent on him and Mum.
I loved him for that, but when he packed me off to America for a year to "find myself" I didn't want to go.
Hugging me at the airport, Dad wiped away my tears. "It'll be character building, Emma," he said, adding : "Anyway, if you don't like it after a few months you can come back. But trust me Princess, you'll love it. "
He was right. I loved the States, and living there built up my confidence.
Still, I missed Dad like mad. I remember sitting in a coffee bar in Chicago and hiding behind the menu as tears poured down my face.
I was frightened, alone and I knew Dad wasn't there to put his arms around me and reassure me. I rushed out to a phone booth to call him. As soon as I heard his sleepy voice I felt okay.
Then, when I got home 12 months later, nothing much had changed... I thought.
Mum was as madly in love with Dad as she'd been since the day he'd first kissed her in the school playground; and Dad seemed to feel the same—on the outside.
Except he'd finally left the Army and was now an area manager for a car manufacturer. Mum was over the moon—it meant he no longer had to travel all over the country and spend months away from home.
Dad was excited about his new job, and when he started working late neither Mum nor I thought anything of it. He told us it was a new project, and so confidential he wasn't allowed to tell us much about it. I believed he was at work, tucked away in his office — until I got that unforgettable midnight call.
The woman's voice was hesitant but panicky. She asked if I was George's daughter. I didn't realize who she was until she told me Dad was with her — at midnight.
She said she hadn't wanted to ring, that she'd never wanted me to find out about her, but she had no choice. Someone had to know that Dad was on his way to hospital. "He's had a heart attack," she said, her voice trembling.
As I paced up and down the hospital corridor, this strange woman explained that she'd been with my father when he'd collapsed. The thought of them together made me feel ill. While I rushed to the toilet to splash water on my face, I heard a cry. It was her.
As soon as I saw the doctor taking off his mask and laying a hand on her shoulder, I knew Dad had gone.
I couldn't make myself go and look at him. I would've seen a stranger lying there.
The man who for 24 years had told me never to lie, to be true to myself and always to treasure family values above all else, had slipped away from my lift for ever.
Only then did I discover this woman worked for the company. She was Dad's so-called "confidential project".
An hour or so later I broke the news to Mum. I said Dad had suffered a hea
A．Emma was afraid to answer her mother's phone call at midnight.
B．Emma would haste for a while before answering her mother's phone.
C．Emma was very glad to answer her mother's phone.
D．Emma could not fall asleep at midnight.
听力原文： The quest for success always begins with a target. As Yogi Bear once said, "You've got to be very careful if you don't know where you're going, because you might not get there." Too many people wander through life like sleepwalkers. Each day they follow familiar routines, never asking, "What am I doing with my life？" And they don't know what they are doing because they lack goals.
Goal-setting is a focusing of the will to move in a certain direction. Begin with a clear conception of what you want. Write clown your goals and date them—putting them into words and clarifying them. Rather than concentrating on objects to acquire and possess, focus on fulfilling your desires to do, to produce, to contribute goal-setting that yields the true sense of satisfaction we all need.
It's important to visualize yourself accomplishing your goal. While losers visualize the penalties of failure, winners visualize the rewards of success. I've seen it among athletes, entrepreneurs and public speakers.
I've done it myself. I was terrified of air travel. I had read too many articles describing crash scenes and imagined these scenes vividly. Friends quoted statistics contrasting air and highway safety, but it made no difference. I had the opportunity to fly on a private plane with friends to a resort. I didn't want to miss out on a great vacation. So I spent two weeks imagining a smooth flight on a beautiful sunny day and an easy landing. When the day arrived, I was eager to go. To everyone's surprise, I got on the plane and flew. I loved every minute of it, and I still use the techniques I employed that day.
(31)
A．One needs to be careful with his goals.
B．Sleepwalkers lack goals for success.
C．Success is impossible without a goal.
D．One's goal in life is difficult to find.
M: Anything for you, my darling.
W: Ahhhh! You are so sweet. Thank you for going to all this trouble. Is it a special occasion？ I didn't forget something important, did I？
M: No, no. Nothing like that. I have something important to tell you.., my boss gave me a big promotion today.
W: That's great! I knew it would happen. I'm glad he finally noticed all of the hard work you have been doing.
M: Well, that's not the main thing. I have something to ask you.., erm...
W: Yes, Scott？ What is it？
M: Well, when I found out about the promotion I felt so happy. It made me think about when we first met, you know, that day in the park when it was raining？ Well, I was thinking that now I will be earning extra money, well, we can afford more things...
W: Yes, what are you trying to say？ What do you want to ask me？
M: OK, OK. I'm going to just say it! I love you, I have always loved you, I will love you forever. Will you marry me？
W. Oh, Scott! I love you too! Yes! Yes! Of course I will marry you!
(23)
A．steak.
B．chicken.
C．fish.
D．seafood.
M: I come from the Raze, an Indian reservation. I grew up there, lived there until 18. I lived on and off the reservation for the next 6 or 7 years during college. I lived there after I graduated and worked at a high school exchange program. I thought I would do that kind of job to support my writing, day jobs that require no emotional investment beyond 8 hours a day where I would not need to bring work home. I did not want to be part of management or anybody important on the job. I wanted to be completely replaceable. That is what I thought I would be doing for most of my life and writing. Then I got a grant and my first book got a front-page review in the New York Times Book Review.
W: When did writing enter your life？
M: Books have always been in my life. My dad loved books and most of what he read were westerns, spy novels, and mysteries. I grew up loving books, copying my dad's love for books. But nobody had showed me a book written by an Indian, not even one piece of a poem. Nothing. At that time, I was going to be a physician. I loved math and science. I got to college, could not handle physiology, and was looking around for options and took a poetry writing class for fun.
W: Poetry was your way in？
M: Yes, that's where I got started. I took the class and honestly I thought poetry would be an easy grade. But I completely underestimated poetry and what it would do to me and a realm of possibility for it. I took the class and was hooked about ten minutes after reading my first contemporary poem.
Why did Sherman Alexie only take day jobs？
A．He could bring unfinished work home.
B．He might have time to pursue his interests.
C．He might do some evening teaching.
D．He could invest more emotion in his family.
A.walk
B.wander
C.wind
D.work
Mr. Baker loved planting __3__. The week before last, he brought a few trees home, planted them in the __4__ himself and watered them every day. Several days later, he had to leave for another city. Before he started, he said to Billy, "Take good care of the trees. Some boys near our house always want to steal them."
"Don't worry about them." answered Billy. Six days passed and Mr. Baker came back. He asked," Has anyone ever come to steal the trees？" "No, sir," said Billy, "To stop someone from stealing the trees, I __5__ them up six days ago. I have hidden them for almost a week!"
1)、A.pleased
B.garden
C.pulled
D.trees
E.found
2)、A.pleased
B.garden
C.pulled
D.trees
E.found
3)、A.pleased
B.garden
C.pulled
D.trees
E.found
4)、A.pleased
B.garden
C.pulled
D.trees
E.found
5)、A.pleased
B.garden
C.pulled
D.trees
E.found
