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Mother is () us a meal. We may wash our hands and ()the meal.
A.preparing, prepare.
B.preparing, prepare for
C.preparing for, prepare
D.preparing for, prepare for
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A.preparing, prepare.
B.preparing, prepare for
C.preparing for, prepare
D.preparing for, prepare for
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第1题
听力原文：M: Will you go to the theatre with us tonight, Yang？
W: I'd love to, but my mother wants me to drive her to the airport. She'll go to England to see my sister.
Q: What'll Yang do tonight？
(5)
A．She'll go to the theatre.
B．She'll go to England.
C．She'll drive to see her sister.
D．She'll drive her mother to the airport.
第2题
听力原文： After 22 years of marriage, I have discovered the secret to keep love alive in my relationship with my wife, Peggy. I started dating with another woman.
It was Peggy's idea. One day she said to me, "life is too short, you need to spend time with the people you love. You probably won't believe me, but I know you love her and I think that if the two of you spend more time together, it will make us closer."
The other woman my wife was encouraging me to date is my mother, a 72-year-old widow who has lived alone since my father died 20 years ago. Right after his death, I moved 2,500 miles away to California and started my own life and career. When I moved back near my hometown six years ago, I premised myself that I would spend more time with mom. But with the demands of my job and three kids, I never got around to seeing her much beyond family get-togethers and holidays.
Mom was surprise and suspicious when I called and suggested the two of us go out to dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong？" she asked.
"I thought it would be nice to spend some time with you." I said. "Just the tow of us."
"I would like that a lot," she said.
When I pulled into her driveway, she was waiting by the door with her coat on. Her hair was curled, and she was smiling, "I told my lady friends I was going out with my son, and they were all impressed. They can't wait to hear about our evening," Mother said.
(20)
A．Never dating another woman.
B．Asking his mother to live with his family.
C．Seeing more of his mother.
D．Taking his wife and children to a dinner and a move.
第3题
8 Ways to Cope with Your Mum
Like most big projects, learning to manage your mother is best tacked in smaller stages. Here are what I believe the eight best steps towards a better relationship with her. They are not necessarily surprising or revolutionary, but they have worked for many people. Try them.
Remember Your Mother's Age
As children, we often do not think of our mother as having an age. Even when we become conscious of her as an individual, age does not alter our view; she is still, primarily, our mother. Becoming aware of our mother's age, not just in number of years but in terms of her psychological and physical state, often helps us to understand her better.
Even if our mother is relatively young--perhaps only in their thirties--she grew up a generation earlier than we. She has probably lived her formative years (性格形成期) in a social environment in which attitudes towards matters such as divorce, abortion, higher education, unemployment and working mothers were different from those we have experienced. Her values may seem dated, but all the influences she had from her parents and peers have had an impact on the way she evolved as a person. It is unreasonable to expect her to change totally from the way she was brought up.
Listen to Your Mother
As we grow up, what our mother has told us often sounds not sophisticated enough for theworld we live in today. Yet I have found that sometimes the things my mother told me long ago are remarkably useful. So if your mother is still offering maxims (哲理) for your life, try to resist the temptation to reject them automatically.
Of course, she will sometimes tell you things with which you disagree, but if you can listen with an open mind you will encourage her to open up to you more fully. If your mother knows that you respect her point of view, even if you do not share it, it will help her feel close to you.
Remember That Your Mother Has a Past
A key step in managing our relationship with our mother is to find out about her early life.
Sometimes, in learning about our mother's past, we can construct her story by piecing together what we learn about her upbringing (成长)and her memories, and then, into this vision, placing our own observations of her. This encourages us to think about her life as her experience rather than as a mere recounting of events.
Ask Your Mother Simply and Directly How You Can Make Her Life Better
When I was 15 my mother was dying of cancer. I was aware that she was ill, but not know how seriously. That year I was determined to give her the best possible time for her birthday. I bought her a beautiful red dress and announced that I was going to take her out on the town, drive her up and down to see the sights and then to go see a film. But the driving made her feel sick, and finally she said, "Honey, I don't think I want to go to the movies after all. But I've had just the best time coming out with you." It was her last birthday. She died the following year.
This memory is painful for me, because in trying to Do the right thing, I got wrong: I did not ask her what she wanted, but just did what I thought was best. I was young, but even when were adults many of us remain trapped in childlike (and self-centered) conception of what our mother wants.
Ask Your Mother About Your Childhood History
Understanding your roots can help you know more clearly who you are, as part of a family which you share with your mother.
My husband and I made a "roots" journey to Arizona so that he could meet my 96-year-old Aunt Flossie before she died. Talking to her, we puzzled over why six children in the family had produced only two grandchildren--a question I had never before thought to ask. She said, "Oh, that's easy--my father (who was bo
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第4题
听力原文：M: Do you know where Arthur is？
W: I do not know, Paul.
M: He is a fool. And if he did anything I shouldn't mind. But no, he simply can't come away from a game of whist, or else he must see a girl home from the skating-rink and so can't get home.
W: I don't know that it would make it any better if he did something to make us all ashamed.
M: Are you fearfully fond of him, Mum？
W: What do you ask that for？
M: Because they say a woman always likes the youngest best.
W: She may do -- but I don't. No, he wearies me.
M: And you'd actually rather he was good？
W: I'd rather he showed some of a man's common sense.
M: Here is a letter. It's from him.
W: What now !
M: My dearest Mother, I don't know what made me such a fool. I want you to come and fetch me back from here. I came with Jack Bredon yesterday, instead of going to work, and enlisted. Like the idiot you know I am, I came away with him. I have taken the King's shilling, but perhaps if you came for me they would let me go back with you. I don't want to be in the army. My dear mother, I am nothing but a trouble to you. But if you get me out of this, I promise I will have more sense and consideration...
W: Well, now, let him stop!
Arthur is Paul's ______.
A．son
B．father
C．elder brother
D．younger brother
第5题
Music to My Ears
As a boy growing up in Shenyang, China, I practiced the piano six hours a day. I loved the instrument. My mother, Xiulan Zhou, taught me to read notes, and my father, Guoren Lang, concertmaster of a local folk orchestra, showed me how to control the keys. At first I played on Chinese keyboards-cheap, but the best we could afford. Later my parents bought me a Swedish piano, but I broke half the strings on it Playing Tchaikovsky (柴科夫斯基). That's when my parents and my teacher decided I was too much for such an instrument—and for our hometown. To be a serious musician, I would have to move to Beijing, one of our cultural capitals. I was just eight years old then.
My father, who played the erhu, a two-stringed instrument, knew that life wouldn't be easy. Millions of pianists in China were competing for fame. "You need fortune," my father said. "If you don't work, no fortune comes." "But music is still music," he added, "and it exists to make us happy."
To relocate to Beijing with me, he made a great sacrifice. He quit his concertmaster's job, which he loved, and my mother stayed behind in Shenyang to keep working at her job at the science institute to support us. They both warned me, "Being a pianist is hard. Can you live without your mother？" I said, "I want my mother!" But I knew I needed to be in Beijing. In America, people often move and start over. But it is not in China, not in those days.
Suddenly my father and I were newcomers—outsiders. To the others around us, we spoke with funny northern accents. The only apartment we could find for the money we had was in an unheated building, with five families sharing one bathroom. My father cooked, cleaned and looked after me. He became a "house-husband", basically.
We lived far from my school, and since the bus was too expensive, my father would "drive" me on his bicycle every day. It was an hour-and-a-half trip each way, and I was a heavy boy, much heavier than I am as an adult. He did this in winter too. Imagine! During the coldest nights, when I practiced piano, my father would lie in my bed so it would be warm when I was tired.
I was miserable, but not from the poverty or pressure. My new teacher in Beijing didn't like me. "You have no talent," she often told me. "You will never be a pianist." And one day. she "fired" me.
I was just nine years old. I was desperate. I didn't want to be a pianist anymore, I decided. I wanted to go home to be with my mother. In the next two weeks I didn't touch the piano. Wisely, my father didn't push. He just waited.
Sure enough, the day came at school when my teacher asked me to play some holiday songs. I didn't want to, but as I placed my fingers on the piano's keys, I realized I could show other people that I had talent after all.
That day I told my father what he'd been waiting to hear—that I wanted to study with a new teacher. From that point on, everything turned around.
When Fortune Spots You
I started winning competitions. We still had very little money-my father had to borrow $ 5 000 to pay for a trip to the International Young Pianists Competition in Ettlingen, Germany, in 1994, when I was 12. I realized later how much pressure he was under as I watched footage (电影胶片) of the contest. Tears streamed down his face when it was announced that I'd won—earning enough money to pay back our loan.
It was soon clear I couldn't stay in China forever. To become a world-class musician, I had to play on the world's bigger stages. So in 1997, my father and I moved again, this time to Philadelphia, so I could attend The Curtis Institute of Music. Finally our money worries were easing. The school paid for us an apartment and even lent me a Steinway (斯坦威钢琴). At night, I would sneak into the living room just to touch the keys.
Now that I was in Ame
A．His mother.
B．His father.
C．His uncle.
D．His kindergarten teacher.
第6题
Section B
In, this section, there is one passage followed by a summary. Read the passage carefully and complete the summary below by choosing no more than three words from the passage. Remember to write the answers on the answer sheet.
My mother started the San Francisco version of the Joy Luck Club in 1949, two years before I was born. This was the year my mother and father left China with one stiff leather trunk filled only with fancy silk dresses. There was no time to pack anything else, my mother had explained to my father after they boarded the boat. Still his hands swam frantically between the slippery silks, looking for his cotton shirts and wool pants.
When they arrived in San Francisco, my father made her hide those shiny clothes. She wore the same brown-checked Chinese dress until the Refugee Welcome Society gave her two hand-me-down dresses, all too large in sizes for American women. The society was composed of a group of white-haired American missionary ladies from the First Chinese Baptist Church. And because of their gifts, my parents could not refuse their invitation to join the church. Nor could they ignore the old ladies' practical advice to improve their English through Bible study class on Wednesday nights and, later, through choir practice on Saturday mornings. This was how my parents met the Hus, the Jongs, and the St. Clairs. My mother could sense that the women of these families also had unspeakable tragedies they had left behind in China and hopes they couldn't begin to express in their fragile English. Or at least, my mother recognized the numbness in these women's faces. And she saw how quickly their eyes moved when she told them her idea for the Joy Luck Club.
Joy Luck was an idea my mother remembered from the days of her first marriage in Kweilin, before the Japanese came. That's why I think of Joy Luck as her Kweilin story. It was the story she would always tell me when she was bored, when there was nothing to do, when every bowl had been washed and the Formica table had been wiped down twice, when my father sat reading the newspaper and smoking one Pall Mall cigarette after another, a warning not to disturb him. This is when my mother would take out a box of old ski sweaters sent to us by unseen relatives from Vancouver. She would snip the bottom of a sweater and pull out a kinky thread of yarn, anchoring it to a piece of cardboard. And as she began to roll with one sweeping rhythm, she would start her story. Over the years, she told me the same story, except for the ending, which grew darker, casting long shadows into her life, and eventually into mine.
"I thought up Joy Luck on a summer night that was so hot even the moths fainted to the ground, their wings were so heavy with the damp heat. Every place was so crowded there was no room for fresh air. Unbearable smells from the sewers rose up to my second-story window and the stink had nowhere else to go but into my nose. At all hours of the night and day, I heard screaming sounds. I didn't know if it was a peasant slitting the throat of a runaway pig or an officer beating a half-dead peasant for lying in his way on the sidewalk. I didn't go to the window to find out. What use would it have been？ And that's when I thought I needed something to do to help me move. "
"My idea was to have a gathering of four women, one for each corner of my mah-jong table. I knew which women I wanted to ask. They were all young like me, with wishful faces. "
"Each week one of us would host a party to raise money and to raise our spirits. The hostess had to serve special dyansyin foods to bring good fortune of all kinds—dumplings shaped like silver money ingots, long rice noodles for long life, boiled peanuts for conceiving sons, and of course, many good-luck oranges for a plentiful, sweet life. "
"We decided to hold parties and pretend each week had become the new year. Each week we could forget past wrongs done to us. We weren't allowed to think a bad thought. We feasted, we laughed, we played games, lost and won, we told the best stories. And each week, we could hope to be lucky. That hope was our only joy. And that's how we came to call our little parties Joy Luck. "
SUMMARY
The San Francisco version of the Joy Luck Club was founded by my mother【51】my birth. In 1949, my parents left China for the U. S., where my mother was forbidden to wear【52】What she did wear was dresses offered by the【53】, which was run by a group of old American missionary ladies. Later, my mother got acquainted with some families also of Chinese origin. The women from the families also had【54】that they could not express. With these women, my mother started the Joy Luck Club to hold【55】and to forget wrongs done to them.
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第7题
A．China and India have different traffic rules.
B．Tea trade works wonders in both India and China.
C．Chinese products are popular in both China and India.
D．The exchanges between India and China benefit both.
第8题
First of all, living at college gives me a sense of responsibility and of being on my own. My parents aren't around to say, "No, you're not going out tonight," or "Did you finish your homework？" Everything I do has to be my decision, and that makes me responsible for my own life. During the second week I was at college, I had to go out and look for a bank where I could open an account. And when I got to the bank, I had to decide whether to have a checking or savings account and whether or not to get a credit card. Decisions! Decisions! Friendly people are another thing I like about college. On the first day I came to Marymount University here in Virginia from New York, I was a bit confused about where I was going. My mother and I drove in. We did not know the building we were supposed to go to, but the guard was very nice. With a smile, he told us what building we were looking for and where we could park our car. My room was on the first floor of New Gerard, and I knew I had to go through some glass doors, but my mother and I didn't know which ones. Some students saw me and asked, "Are you a new student？" When they found out I was looking for New Gerard, one said, "Oh, just follow us; that's where we're going." Even now I feel comfortable in the dorm because there are friendly people around to talk with.I do like a lot of things about college, but that doesn't mean I don't think about things at home. Although I like college, I can still get homesick. New York is a very good place, too! And sometimes I miss it!
6. The text is perhaps written by ________.
A. a new student
B. a new teacher
C. a foreign reporter
D. a foreign visitor
7. What does "gives me a sense of responsibility" in the first sentence of Paragraph 2 mean？ It means it makes me feel ________.
A. responsible for my parents.
B. responsible for my teacher.
C. responsible for the school.
D. responsible for myself.
8. One thing that he liked was ________.
A. the comfortable dorm
B. finding his way around
C. his studies as a first year student
D. the friendly people
9. What is New Gerard？
A. It's a student's name.
B. It's a teacher's name.
C. It's a dorm's name.
D. It's a school's name.
10. Which of the following is NOT true？
A. People in Marymount University are friendly.
B. The writer likes the new experience in the university.
C. The writer drove to Marymount University with his mother.
D. The writer is not homesick
第9题
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.
第10题
第二节 短文理解2
阅读短文，从各题所给的三个选项中选出最佳答案。
Mr. Jones and Mr. Brown worked in the same office. One day Mr. Jones said to Mr. Brown. "We are going to have a small party at our house next Wednesday evening. Would you and your wife like to join us ？"
Mr. Brown said. "Thank you very much. It is very kind of you. We me free that evening. I think. but I will telephone my wife and ask her. Maybe she wants to go somewhere else that evening. " So Mr. Brown went to the other room and telephoned. When he came back. he looked very sorry.
"What is the matter？" said Mr. Jones. "Did you speak to your wife？"
"No. " answered Mr. Brown. "She wasn't there. so my small son answered the telephone. I said to him. "Is your mother there. David？' and he answered. 'No. she is not in the house. ' 'Where is she then ？" I asked. She is somewhere outside. "What is she doing ？"She is looking for me"
A small party will be held ______
A．at David's house
B．at Mr. Brown's house
C．at Mr. Jones' house
第11题
听力原文： M: It looks like there is going to be a shower any minute now.
W: I think so too. Isn’t it strange how you can sense it？
M: I know what you mean.
W: Look at the clouds in the sky. Whenever they seems dark and low like this, you know it’s going to rain. Or look at the object that’s far away. If it seems clear to you, it’s going to pour.
M: Yes. And everything seems to have a strange smell to me then.
W: I know. And people often say it’s going to rain when they have aches and pains in certain parts of their body. My mother always complains that her knee hurts just before a storm.
M: And have you ever noticed how the animals act before a storm？
W: Sure. Horses and cows always seem to go to a protected area and huddle together.
M: Yeah. But with all these sensible signs, how can we carry an umbrella with us now？
What is the main topic of the conversation？
A．How to select a good umbrella.
B．How to treat minor aches and pains.
C．How to sharpen the senses.
D．How to predict the weather.
