My father told me to have the watch and use it to organize my life.

A、A B、B C、C D、D

A、correct B、stimulate C、 rehabilitate D、monitor

A、are going to come B、are coming C、is coming D、is going to come

The man who buys a television set departs from the world of living men and enters another word of shadows. I do not blame my friend. The real world, I suppose, is just too much for him as it is for millions of others. My friend does not realize, of course, that he is in full retreat from actuality. He supposes, on the contrary, that he is boldly advancing into the fierce current of these times by bringing the world, with all its events and human figures, into his living room. That is the great current illusion. The shadows are mistaken for things. Now, television is a wonderful invention. I have no word to say against it, so long as it is confined to other people's houses where, in my weaker moments, I may see it occasionally free. But it brings no one closer to life. It merely inter- poses a gaudy curtain between lift and the spectator. It is only the latest gadget contrived by thoughtful men to make sure that nobody does any real thinking for himself. My friend will answer that he will now receive the best thoughts of the ablest minds in the world and see their faces as they deliver them. He will see events as they unfold at first hand, with a time lag of half a second or less. Of course, he will. But he won't understand anything better. He will understand less than ever. For the grim, inescap- able fact of human understanding is that it must be private, must come from within and cannot be plastered on like stucco from the outside. A man may secure knowledge from others. He will never secure understanding. Though it is presented in a million different versions, the paramount problem of modern man is to find a satisfactory participation in modern life. And it is there that he is most obviously failing. He can turn a screw on the assembly line, but as the finished automobile comes off at the end, he has no satisfaction in its creation. Or if he works in a white collar he can add up all the figures of business on an adding machine without once touching the realities a life as the country storekeeper touches them. He swarms in his multitudes to watch hockey game but he does not play hockey. In other words, for the essential purposes of life, modern man is becoming a spectator, not a participant, a customer not a creator, a consumer in the main and only incidentally a producer. Thus by a law as old as Eden he becomes sick under a hectic outward flush. His physical diet is better than ever but he sickens by a secret malnutrition of the soul. According to the author, his friend has bought a television in order to_____. A．know the current events B．entertain himself at leisure time C．escape from the reality D．kill time

A．stood up for B．made up for C．sided up for D．give way to

A．Do B．Does C．Did

A．that B． what C． which D． if

Speaker B: Great. That's what I like about Doug. ______, and he's always prepared to stop what he's doing and help you out when you need it. A．He's very clever B．He is a really good listener C．He is really easy-going D．He's very hardworking

W: Well, of course you can always look in the yellow pages in the back of the telephone book under shoe repair. But I think there's a good shop not far from here. Take the first street to the left and walk around three blocks. I can't remember the name of the shop, but you'll run into it. It's near the police station. By the way, do you know about the town guide？ It has all kinds of useful information. I think you'll find it in any bookstore. M: Thanks a lot. You've been very helpful. And I'll look for that town guide next time I'm in a bookstore. Let's see, you said the repair shop was three blocks on the right？ W: No, first street on the left, then three blocks. M: Thanks again. What is the man looking for？ A．The bookstore. B．A town guide. C．A shoe repair shop.

1. Identify the author and the title of the novel from which this passage is taken. 2. Who is the narrator and whom is the speaker addressing？ 3. Summarize the speaker’s meaning.

One day I was【39】to the college I taught in at Henderson, 17 miles away from where I lived. When a quarter mile was left down the road to the college, my car died. I tried to start it again, but the engine wouldn't【40】So I walked to the college. My secretary asked me what had happened. "This is my lucky day," I replied, smiling. "Your car breaks down and today is your lucky day？" She was【41】. "What do you mean？" "I live 17 miles from here." I replied. "My car could have broken down anywhere along the freeway. It didn't.【42】it broke down in the perfect place: off the freeway,within walking distance of the college. I'm still able to teach my class and get help from the tow truck. If my car was meant to break down today, it couldn't have been in a more convenient way." The secretary's eyes opened【43】and then she smiled. I scanned the sixty faces before me.【44】it was a big crowd, no one made any noise. Somehow, my story had【45】them. In fact, it had all started with a student's observation that I was cheerful. (36) A．nervously B．carefully C．cheerfully D．eagerly

Much has changed since then. Business and real estate are booming. Some say a new renaissance is under way. Others decry what they see as outside forces running roughshod over the old Harlem. New York meant Harlem to me, and as a young man I visited it whenever I could. But many of my old haunts are gone. The Theresa shut down in 1966. National chains that once ignored Harlem now anticipate yuppie money and want pieces of this prime Manhattan real estate. So here I am on a hot August afternoon, sitting in a Starbucks that two years ago opened a block away from the Theresa, snatching at memories between sips of high-priced coffee. I am about to open up a piece of the old Harlem -- the New York Amsterdam News -- when a tourist asking directions to Sylvia's, a prominent Harlem restaurant, penetrates my daydreaming. He's carrying a book: Touring Historic Harlem. History. I miss Mr Michaux's bookstore, his House of Common Sense, which was across from the Theresa. He had a big billboard out front with brown and black faces painted on it that said in large letters: "World History Book Outlet on 2,000,000,000 Africans and Nonwhite Peoples." An ugly state office building has swallowed that space. I miss speaker like Carlos Cooks, who was always on the southwest corner of 125th and Seventh, urging listeners to support' Africa. Harlem's powerful political electricity seems unplugged -- although the streets are still energized, especially by West African immigrants. Hard-working southern newcomers formed the bulk of the community back in the 1920s and '30s, when Harlem renaissance artists, writers, and intellectuals gave it a glitter and renown that made it the capital of black America. From Harlem, W. E. B. DuBois, Langston Hughes, Paul Robeson, Zora Neal Hurston, and others helped power America's cultural influence around the world. By the 1970s and '80s drugs and crime had ravaged parts of the community. And the life expectancy for men in Harlem was less than that of men in Bangladesh. Harlem had become a symbol of the dangers of inner-city life. Now, you want to shout "Lookin' good!" at this place that has been neglected for so long. Crowds push into Harlem USA, a new shopping centre on 125th, where a Disney store shares space with HMV Records, the New York Sports Club, and a nine-screen Magic Johnson theatre complex. Nearby, a Rite Aid drugstore also opened. Maybe part of the reason Harlem seems to be undergoing a rebirth is that it is finally getting what most people take for granted. Harlem is also part of an "empowerment zone" a federal designation aimed at fostering economic growth that will bring over half a billion in federal, state, and local dollars. Just the shells of once elegant old brownstones now can cost several hundred thousand dollars. Rents are skyrocketing. An improved economy, tougher law enforcement, and community efforts against drugs have contributed to a 60 percent drop in crime since 1993. At the beginning the author seems to indicate that Harlem A．has remained unchanged all these years. B．has undergone drastic changes. C．has become the capital of Black America. D．has remained a symbol of the dangers of inner-city life.

A．was to finish B．was to have finished C．should finish D．ought to finish

M: Are you going there？ W: You bet. All my uncles and aunts will take their children along, too. So I'll meet many cousins there. M: How nice! But why Paris？ W: Because two of my aunts are French. They met and got married to my uncles in France. Some of their relatives are still living there. M: Have you ever been to France before？ W: No. I've never traveled abroad. I'm very excited about it. I just can't wait. M: My parents are going to take me on a trip to Hawaii next month by way of Tokyo, but I've been there three times already. Where do the woman's families gather in autumn？ A．In Paris. B．In Hawaii. C．In Tokyo.

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)

A．asked B．told C．agree D．promised

A．What a B．How C．What

A．I’d love to go B．I’m sorry C．I’d love to D．I’d love