He knew he was making a mistake at the beginning.

A．more perceptive than others who were involved at this time B．too close to the events to see them objectively C．unable to see any significance in current events D．confused by the number of important events that were taking place

A．what B．who C．that D．which

B、tried C、was managing D、managed

The young man told him everything. The manager felt sorry for him and decided to help him. A bright idea struck him. The manager pointed to the corner of the shop. To his great surprise the young man saw a vase broken into many pieces. The manager said: "When the servant enters the room, he will drop it." On the birthday of his fiancée the young man was very excited. Everything happened as had been planned. The servant brought in the vase, and as he entered the room, he dropped it. There was horror on everybody's face. When the box was opened, the guests saw that each piece was packed separately. 6. The story took place ______. A. in France B. in the United States C. in Germany D. in England 7. Which of the following is true？ A. A rich young man fell in love with a beautiful girl. B. The young man had enough money to buy a beautiful vase. C. The young man loved the girl but the girl didn't love him. D. The young man's family was poor while the beautiful girl is rich. 8. Why did the young man want to buy a present for the girl？ A. He wanted to give her a Christmas present. B. He fell in love with her. C. Her birthday was coming soon. D. They were going to get married. 9. Why did the shop manager come to talk to the young man？ A. He looked very excited. B. He was poorly dressed. C. He looked pale and sad. D. He said he wanted to buy a beautiful vase. 10. On the birthday of his fiancée, the young man was excited because ______. A. the girl was in love with him B. the girl looked beautiful C. he was not sure whether his trick would be seen through D. the girl was happy and gay

When it comes to success, luck can mean being in the right place to meet someone, or having the right skills to get a job done. It might mean turning down an offer and then having a better offer come along. Nothing can replace hard work, but working hard also means you're preparing yourself opportunity. Opportunity very often depends on luck. How many of the great inventions and discoveries came about through a lucky mistake or a lucky chance？ One of the biggest lucky mistakes in history is Columbus' so-called discovery of America. He enriched his sponsors and changed history, but he was really looking for India. However, Columbus' chance discovery wasn't pure luck. It was backed up by years of studying and calculating. He worked hard to prove his theory that the world was round. People who work hard help make their own luck by being ready opportunity knocks. When it comes to success, hard work and luck are always hand in hand. (30) A．Hard work is the most important thing for one's success. B．Hard work may invite good luck. C．Good luck plays an important role in one's success. D．Success has nothing to do with luck.

A．gave B．caught C．turned D．paid

Then one evening, after he has looked【48】the straw and emptied the factory worker's ,pockets【49】usual, he【50】to him, "Listen. I know that you are smuggling things【51】this frontier. Won't you tell me what it is that you are bring into. Today's my last day on the【52】. Tomorrow I'm going to【53】. I promise that I shall not tell【54】if you tell me what you've been smuggling." The factory worker did not say anything for【55】. Then he smiled, turned to Henry and said quickly: "Bicycles." (66) A．should B．would C．might D．must

The primary intent of his writing, from first to last, was to seize and project for the reader what he often called "the way it .was." This is a characteristically simple phrase for a concept of extraordinary complexity, and Hemingway's conception of its meaning subtly changed several times in the course of his career--always in the direction of greater complexity. At the core of the concept, however, one can invariably discern the operation of three aesthetic instruments; the sense of place the sense of fact and the sense of scene. The first of these, obviously a strong passion with Hemingway is the sense of place. "Unless you have geography, background," he once told George Anteil, "You have nothing." You have, that is to say, a dramatic vacuum. Few writers have been more place-conscious. Few have s carefully charted out she geographical ground work of their novels while managing to keep background so conspicuously unobtrusive. Few, accordingly, have been able to record more economically and graphically the way it is when you walk through the streets of Paris in search of breakfast at corner café… Or when, at around six o' clock of a Spanish dawn, you watch the bulls running from the corrals at the Puerta Rochapea through the streets of Pamplona towards the bullring. "When I woke it was the sound of the rocket exploding that announced the release of the bulls from the corrals at the edge of town. Down below the narrow street was empty. All the balconies were crowded with people. Suddenly a crowd came down the street. They were all running, packed close together. They passed along and up street toward the bullring and behind them came more men running faster, and then some stragglers who ere really running. Behind them was a little bare space, and then the bulls, galloping, tossing their heads up and down. It all went out of sight around the corner. One man fell, rolled to the gutter, and lay quiet. But the bulls went right on and did not notice him. They were all running together." This landscape is as morning-fresh as a design in India ink on clean white paper. First is the bare white street, seem from above, quiet and empty. Then one sees the first packed clot of runners. Behind these are the thinner ranks of those who move faster because they are closer to bulls. Then the almost comic stragglers, who are "really running." Brilliantly behind these shines the "little bare space," a desperate margin for error. Then the clot of running bulls-closing the design, except of course for the man in the gutter making himself, like the designer's initials, as inconspicuous as possible. According to the author, Hemingway's primary purpose in telling a story was ______. A．to construct a well-told story that the reader would thoroughly enjoy. B．To construct a story that would reflect truths that were not particular to a specific historical period C．To begin from reality but to allow his imagination to roam from "the way it was" to "the way it might have been" D．To report faithfully reality as Hemingway had experienced it.

It was hard to say "I love you' to someone who didn't say it back. After so many disappointing times when I would flinch from his sharp rebuff I began to withdraw my own warm displays of affection. I stopped reaching out or hugging or kissing him. At first this act of self-restraint was conscious. Later it would become automatic, and finally it was ingrained. The love between us ran strong but silent. One rare evening out, when my mother had successfully coaxed my usually asocial father to join us for a night in the town, we were sitting in an elegant restaurant that boasted a small but lively band. When it struck up a familiar waltz tune, I glanced at my father. He suddenly appeared small and shrunken to me not powerful and intimidating as I had always perceived him. All the old hurts welled up inside but I decided to dare one last time. "Dad, You know I've never ever danced with you. Even when I was a little girl, I begged you, but you never wanted to! How about right now？ " I waited for the usual brusque reply that would once again slice my heart into ribbons. But instead he considered me thoughtfully and then a surprising twinkle appeared in his eye." I have been remiss in my duties as a father then." he uncharacteristically joked. "Let's hit the floor and I'll show you just what kind of moves an old geezer like me still can make!" My father took me in his arms. Since earliest childhood I hadn't been enfolded in his embrace. I felt overcome by emotion. As we danced, I looked up at my father intently but he avoided my gaze. His eyes swept the dance floor, the other diners and the members of the band. His scrutiny took in everyone and everything but me. I felt that he must already be regretting his decision to join me for a dance; he seemed uncomfortable being physically close to me. "Dad," I finally whispered tears in my eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to look at me？" At last his eyes dropped to my face and he studied me intently. "Because I love you so much", he whispered back. "Because I love you. " I was struck dumb by his response. It wasn't what I had anticipated. But it was of course exactly what I needed to hear. His own eyes were misty and he was blinking. I had always known that he loved me, I just hadn't understood that his vast emotion had frightened him and made him mute. His taciturn manner hid the deep emotions flowing inside. "I love you too, Dad" I whispered back softly. He stumbled over the next few words" I ... I'm sorry that I'm not demonstrative." Then he said "I've realized that I don't show what I feel. My parents never hugged or kissed me and I guess I learned how not to from them. It's... it's.., hard for me. I'm probably too old to change my ways now but just know how much I love you." "Okay" I smiled. When the dance ended, I brought Dad back to Mom waiting at the table and excused myself to the ladies' room. I was gone just a few minutes but during my absence everything changed. There were screams and shouts and scrapings of chairs as I made my way back across the room. I wondered what the commotion was all about. As I approached the table I saw it was all about Dad. He was slumped in his chair ashen gray. A doctor in the restaurant rushed over to handle the emergency and an ambulance was called but it was really all too late. He was gone. Instantly they said. What had suddenly made me after so many years of steeling myself against his constant rejection ask hi A．He was a bad-tempered man because of the disease he had suffered. B．He was an asocial man with little idea of using body language. C．He was an affectionate father who seldom joked. D．He was a loving father without much warm demonstration of love.

A．hear B．to hear C．heard D．to be heard

A) reservation B) claim C) mess D) revision

A．A.sometime B．B.sometimes C．C.some time D．D.some times

A．immune B．impossible C．improbable D．imminent

One year，after posting his check as usual，he began to wonder if he had paid enough，and after a lot of work，with a pencil and paper，he found that he had not. He thought that he owed the government something. He was just writing another check to send it to the tax collector when the postman dropped a letter into the box at the front door. Opening it，the artist was surprised to find inside it a check for five pounds from the tax collector. The official explained that too much had been paid，and that therefore the difference was now returned to the taxpayer. 11. According to the passage，to decide the exact amount of tax to be paid is ____________. A. simple B. easy C. difficult D. interesting 12. It is mentioned in the passage that one has to pay tax according to ____________. A. how much education one has received B. whether one is single or married C. how old one’s children are D. where one lives 13. The word “proper” in the second paragraph means __________. A. small B. big C. right D. wrong 14. After a lot of work，the artist thought that he had paid the government ____________. A. less tax than he should have B. more tax than he should have C. as much tax as usual D. just enough tax 15. Why did the tax collector send a letter to the artist？ A. To send him a new tax form. B. To return the money overpaid. C. To remind him of paying the tax. D. To explain the rules of tax paying.