I was uncertain of my successWhich of the following can replace the underlined word？

A．at the end B．at the edge C．on the tip D．on the point

Scientific research is like an exploraion of a voyage of discovery. You are【C2】______trying out new things that have not been done before. Many of them will lead【C3】______and you have to try something different, but sometimes an experment does【C4】______and tells you something new and that it is really exciting,【C5】______small the new finding may be. it is great to think “I am the only person who knows this” and then you will have the fun of thinking what this finding will【C6】______and of deciding what will be the【C7】______experiment. One of the best things about scientific research is that you are always doing something different and it is, never【C8】______.There are good times when things go well and bad times when they【C9】______ . Some people get discouraged at the difficult times. but when I have a failure my policy has always been not to worry but to start planning the next experiment,【C10】______is always fun. 【C1】 A．recognition B．acknowledgement C．realization D．assessment

A．was of his B．was of him C．did him D．did of his

A．was missing B．had missed C．will miss D．missed

I could not help but examine my conscience before her and I asked what I would say if I was in her place. And my answer was very simple. I would have tried to draw a little attention to myself. I would have said I am hungry, that I am dying, I am cold, I am in pain, or something, but she gave me much more - she gave me her grateful love. And she died with a smile on her face. So did that man whom we picked up from the drain, half eaten with worms, and we brought him to the home. "I have lived like an animal in the street, but I am going to die like an angel, loved and cared for", he said at the end . And it was so wonderful to see the greatness of that man who could speak like that, who could die like that without blaming anybody, without cursing anybody, without comparing anything. Like an angel - this is the greatness of our people. And that is why we believe what Jesus has said: I was hungry, I was naked, I was homeless, I was unwanted, unloved, uncared for, and you did it to me. And with this prize that I received as a Prize of Peace, I am going to try to make the home for many people who have no home. Because I believe that love begins at home and if we can create a home for the poor I think that more and more love will spread. And we will be able through this understanding love to bring peace, be the good news to the poor, the poor in our own family first, in our country and in the world. When I pick up a person from the street, hungry, I give him a plate of rice, a piece of bread, I have satisfied. I have removed that hunger. But to a person who is shut out, who feels unwanted, unloved, terrified, the person who has been thrown out from society, that poverty is so full of hurt and so unbearable… And so let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love, and once we begin to love each other naturally we want to do something. What can be learned from the second paragraph？ A．The woman should have paid more attention to herself. B．The man couldn' t blame anyone. C．The author is religious. D．The man died in the street.

A．unfortunate as B．unfortunate as not C．unfortunate that D．unfortunately that

He sent me to college to the state university. The desire to write, which had been strong during all my days in high school, grew stronger still. I was editor of the college paper, the college magazine, etc. , and in my last year or two I was a member of a course in playwriting which had just been established there. I wrote several little one-act plays, still thinking I would become a lawyer or a newspaper man, never daring to believe I could seriously become a writer. Then I went to Harvard, wrote some more plays there, became obsessed with the idea that I had to be a playwright, left Harvard, had my plays rejected, and finally in the autumn of 1926, how, why, or in what manner I have never exactly been able to determine. But probably because the force in me that had to write at length sought out its channel, I began to write my first book in London. I was living all alone at that time. I had two rooms--a bedroom and a sitting room--in a litter square in Chelsea in which all the houses had that familiar, smoked brick and cream-yellow-plaster look. We may conclude, in regard to the author's development as a writer, that his father ________. A．made an important contribution B．insisted that he choose writing as a career C．opposed his becoming a writer D．insisted that he read Hamlet in order to learn how to be a writer

A．inclined B．accountable C．prone D．poised

away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me. As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers (抢劫犯). Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets. About a block from my apartment (公寓房间), I heard a sound behind me: I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk. Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found. Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck (垃圾车) pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, "Lily Smith？" I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name？ The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an aroused look in his eyes. "Is this what you're looking for？" he asked, holding up a small square shape. It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn't get much sleep that night, but I had gotten my wallet back. I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other. How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work？ A．Cold and sick. B．Fortunate and hopeful. C．Satisfied and cheerful. D．Disappointed and helpless.

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.

&8226;Lock at the notes below. &8226;Some information is missing. &8226;You will hear a woman talking about personal experience. &8226;For each question 9-15,fill in the missing information in the numbered space using a word, numbers or letters. &8226;After you have listened once, replay the recording. She studied electronics and (9)______ 2. She worked for Siemens for (10)______ years 3. The women left siemens and run her own (11) ______ having (12)______ people working for her. 4. She finished studying in (13)______ and then get the (14) ______ job. 5. She took a management course at (15)______ college of Communications Technology. (9)

When I told my family that I was thinking of taking a cooking job, the roars of laughter were rather discouraging. No one believed that I could cook at all, as I had never had achance to practise at home, Our cook had ruled in the kitchen for thirty years and had an annoying tendency to regard the saucepans, stove and all the kitchen fittings as her own property. I once crept down there when I thought she was asleep in her room to try out an omelette (妙蛋). Noiselessly I removed a frying pan from its hook and the eggs from their cupboard. It was the pop of the gas that woke her, I think, for I was just breaking the first egg when a pair of slippered feet moved round the door and a shout of horror caused me to break the egg on the floor. This disaster, together with the fact that I was using her one very special beloved and cared for frying-pan, upset her so much that she locked herself in the store room with all the food and we had to make our Sunday dinner of bananas. If the family weren&39;t going to be helpful I would look for a job all by myself and not tell them about it until I&39;d got one. I had seen an agency in a local paper, so as soon as there was no one about to say "Where are you going？" I rushed out of the house in search of it. I sat on the edge of a chair and could see my nose shining out of the corner of my eye.I thought perhaps it was a good thing; it might look more earnest. The woman at the desk examined me through her glasses. Having asked me a few questions, she told me that it would be difficult to get a job without experience. "But," she said, "I&39; ve got someone who needs a cook badly. " She wrote down a number, and my spirits went up as I took the slip of paper she held out to me, saying:“Ring up this lady. She wants a cook. You wouldhave to start tomorrow by cooking dinner for ten people. Could you manage that？" “Oh yes," said I, never having cooked for more than four in my life. Of the following, which would best characterize the response of the author’s family to her plan of taking a cooking job？ A.Pleased B.Doubtful C.Uncomfortable D.Positive One reason for the author’s: lack of practice in cooking was that___.A.no one in her family would like her to practise cooking B.everything in the kitchen was property belonging to the cook C.the cook would never allow her to do any cooking D.she was not yet born when the cook came to the house The cook felt uncomfortable when____.A.She heard a shout of horror B.she heard the sound of a pair of slippered feet moving round the door C.she saw the author creep down to the kitchen D.she saw the author break an egg on the floor When there was no one about, the author rushed out of the house because_____.A.she was afraid of seeing the cook again B.she couldn’t answer the question her family would ask C.that was the only chance for her to leave the house D.didn’t want to reveal what she was going to do

I realize that everyone has her or his own way of living. I want to change my lifestyle. Of course I will keep studying. Yet I plan to look for a part-time job, which might turn out to be a good chance to get to know society. I still believe that working my hardest does make me happy. I will still stay on in college, but I will not allow it to shelter me from the real world. 1. From this passage, we know that the author回答. A. does not think education is the most important thing in her life any more B. thinks that communication with other people is more important than education C. realizes that it is more important to really develop oneself than just to store knowledge 2. By saying that she is "a junior student" in her college, the author means that she is回答. A. a student in her third year in college B. a very young college student C. younger than most students in college 3. The author thinks the awards she has received 回答. A. show that she is a top student B. show how much time she has spent in learning C. don&39;t necessarily reflect her real self 4. The author fears that she will be of no use to society, mainly because回答. A. she feels she is a loser B. she does not know how to communicate with others C. studying takes too much of her time 5. Which of the following statements is NOT true according to the passage, when the author says that she wants to find a part-time job？回答 A. The job might enable her to get to know society. B. She wants to change her lifestyle. C. She wants to get some shelter from the real world.