Mr. Parsons had worked very hard and experienced much suffering before he became a respect
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A Man Who Had No Eyes
Abeggar was coming down the avenue just as Mr. Parsons emerged from his hotel.
He was a blind beggar, carrying the traditional battered cane, and thumping his way before him with the cautious, half-furtive effort of the sightless. He was a shaggy, thick-necked fellow; his coat was greasy about the lapels and pockets, and his hand splayed over the cane's crook with a futile sort of clinging. He wore a black pouch slung over his shoulder. Apparently he had something to sell.
The air was rich with spring; the sun was warm and yellowed on the asphalt. Mr. Parsons, standing there in front of his hotel and noting the clack-clack approach of the sightless man, felt a sudden and foolish sort of pity for all blind creatures.
And, thought Mr. Parsons, he was very glad to be alive. A few years ago he had been little more than a skilled laborer; now he was successful, respected, admired... Insurance ... And he had done it alone, unaided, struggling beneath handicaps . .. And he was still young. The blue air of spring, fresh from its memories of windy pools and lush shrubbery, could thrill him with eagerness.
He took a step forward just as the tap-tapping blind man passed him by. Quickly tike shabby fellow turned.
"Listen, guv'nor. Just a minute of your time."
Mr. Parsons said, "It's late. I have an appointment. Do you want me to give you something?"
"1 ain't no beggar, guv'nore. You bet I ain't. I got a handy little article here"--he fumbled until he could press a small object into Mr. Parsons' hand--" that I sell. One buck. Best cigarette lighter made."
Mr. Parsons stood there, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed. He was a handsome figure with his immaculate gray suit and gray hat and malacca stick. Of course the man with the cigarette lighters could not see him ..."But I don't smoke," he said.
"Listen. I bet you know plenty people who smoke. Nice little present," wheedled the man. "And, mister, you woudn't mind helping a poor guy out?" He clung to Mr. Parsons' sleeve.
Mr. Parsons sighed and felt in his vest pocket. He brought out two half dollars and pressed them into the man's hand. "Certainly. I'll help you out. As you say, I can give it to someone. Maybe the elevator boy would--" He hesitated, not wishing to be boorish and inquisitive, even with a blind peddler. "Have you lost your sight entirely?"
The shabby man pocketed the two half dollars. "Fourteen years, guv'nor." Then he added with an insane sort of pride: "Westbury, sir. I was one of' em."
"Westbury," repeated Mr. Parsons. "Ah, yes. The chemical explosion ..The papers haven't mentioned it for years. But at the time it was supposed to be one of the greatest disasters in--"
"They've all forgot about it." The fellow shifted his feet wearily. "I tell you, guv'nor, a man who was in it don't forget about it. Last thing I ever saw was C shop going up in one grand smudge, 'and that damn' gas pouring in at all the busted windows."
Mr. Parsons coughed. But the blind peddler was caught up with the train of his one dramatic reminiscence. And, also, he was thinking that there might be more half dollars in Mr. Parsons' pocket.
"Just think about it, guv'nor. There was a hundred and eight people killed, about two hundred injured, and over fifty of them lost their eyes. Blind as bats--" He groped forward until his dirty hand rested against Mr. Parsons' coat. "I tell you, sir, there wasn't nothing worse than that in the war. If I had lost my eyes in the war, okay. I would have been well took care of. But I was just a workman, working for what was in it. And I got it. You're damn' right I got it, while the capitalists were making their dough! They was insured, don't worry about that. They--"
"Insured," rep
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Mr. Parsons was startled and coughed nervously at the memory of the fire.
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The beggar was blind in dirty clothes, while Mr. Parsons was sighted in well dress.
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Though it was spring, it was still very cold outdoors, so Mr. Parsons coughed.
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Mr. White had tots of work to do and often went to bed late at night. His friends advised him to do some exercise. He thought he was strong and didn't agree with them. But one day he fell in a faint(晕倒) while he was working in his office. He was sent to a hospital at once and the doctors examined him carefully. They found something was wrong with his heart and he had to be in hospital. Several months later he returned home and asked his son to manage the company.
Once his daughter wanted to travel in Australia. The old man decided to go there with her. As he went to the country for the first time, he was interested in all. He played well, had a good sleep and visited some places of interest. And one day they visited a farm. It was big and beautiful. Cows and sheep could be seen everywhere.
Pointing to a cow, Mr. White asked, "What's this?"
"Haven't you seen a cow?" the guide asked in surprise.
"Cow?" Mr. White said with a smile. "A cow in our country is five times(倍)as big as it!"
Having heard this, all the visitors began to laugh. After a while he saw a kangaroo (袋鼠) and asked again, "What's that?"
"It' s a flea(跳蚤), sir. "answered the guide.
The employees worked hard because ______.
A.Mr. White was kind to them
B.Mr. White had a company
C.Mr. White often had a joke with them
D.they liked to use computers
听力原文:W: Please turn off the lights, Harry.
M: Why? What's the matter? I want to read the paper.
W: If we turn on too many lights, all the electricity in the house will go off.
M: Now who told you that?
W: Our new neighbor Mr. Smith.
M: Mr. Smith? When did he come to our home?
W: I had to go to his home and ask for help today.
M: What was wrong?
W: When I turned on the washing machine, all the lights went out.
M: Well, did he take care of it for you?
W: Yes, but he said it would take a lot more work to do a really good job.
M: What does he mean by a really good job?
W: He said we need new electric wires throughout the house and a lot of other things.
M: Did he tell you how much it would cost?
W: Yes, about a thousand dollars.
M: A thousand dollars? That's a lot of money. And just we need to get some work done on our car, too.
What had gone wrong in their house?
A.Their washing machine.
B.The electricity.
C.The lights.
听力原文: Some people don't like any thing to be out of place. They are never late for work; they return their books to the library on time; they remember people's birthdays and they pay their bills as soon as they arrive. Mr. Brown is such a person. Mr. Brown works in a bank, and lives on his own. His sister lives in the next town with her husband, and her son, Mark. Mr. Brown doesn't see his sister or her family from one year to the next, but he sends them Christmas cards, and he hasn't forgotten one of Mark's seventeen birthdays.
Last week Mr. Brown had quite a surprise. He drove home from the bank at the usual time; driving neither too slowly nor too fast, he parked his car where he always parked it, out of the way of other cars, and he went inside to make his evening meal. Just then there was a knock at the door. When he opened it, he found a policeman standing there. Mr. Brown asked himself. "Have I driven on the wrong side of tile road? Has there been some trouble at the bank? Have I forgotten to pay an important bill?"
"Hello, uncle," said the policeman, "My name's Mark."
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A.Forgetful.
B.Lazy.
C.Careful.
D.Serious.
听力原文: Some people don't like anything to be out of place. They are never late for work; they return their books to the library on time; they remember people's birthdays and they pay their bills as soon as they arrive. Mr. Brown is such a person. Mr. Brown works in a bank, and lives on his own. His sister lives in the next town with her husband, and her son, Mark. Mr. Brown doesn't see his sister or her family from one year to the next, but he sends them Christmas cards, and he hasn't forgotten one of Mark's seventeen birthdays.
Last week Mr. Brown had quite a surprise. He drove home from the bank at the usual time; driving neither too slowly nor too fast, he parked his car where he always parked it, out of the way of other cars, and he went inside to make his evening meal. Just then there was a knock at the door. When he opened it, he found a policeman standing there. Mr. Brown asked himself. "Have I driven on the wrong side of the road? Has there been some trouble at the bank? Have I forgotten to pay an important bill?"
"Hello, uncle," said the policeman, "My name's Mark."
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A.Forgetful.
B.Lazy.
C.Careful.
D.Serious.