A lookout can leave his station（）.

A . delete the image and reinsert it into the form  B . select the hotspot and choose the hotspot->remove hotspot menu command  C . highlight the  hotspot and choose the design-> hotspot->remove menu command  D . select the hotspot and choose the design->hotspot->remove hotspot menu command

A . The data is moving from 10BASE-TX to 100BASE-TX. B . The WAN encapsulation type has changed. C . The data format has changed from analog to digital. D . The source and destination hosts are in the same subnet. E . The source and destination MAC addresses have changed.

A . total head B . discharge head C . net positive suction head D . suction head

A . at B . by C . on D . with

A . make B . leave C . have D . take

A . The data is moving from 10BASE-TX to 100BASE-TX. B . The WAN encapsulation type has changed. C . The data format has changed from analog to digital. D . The source and destination hosts are in the same subnet. E . The source and destination MAC addresses have changed.

A．composition B．exposition C．deposition D．disposition

A．on B．over C．at D．under

The town had changed, but then it hadn't. On the highways leading in, the cheap metal buildings and mobile homes were gathering as tightly as possible next to the roads for maximum visibility. This town had no zoning whatsoever. A landowner could build anything with no permit, no inspection, no notice to adjoining landowners, nothing. Only hog farms and nuclear reactors required approvals and paperwork. The result was a slash-and-build clutter that got uglier by the year. But in the older sections, nearer the square, the town had not changed at all. The long shaded streets were as clean and neat as when Ray roamed them on his bike. Most of the houses were still owned by people he knew, or if those folks had passed on the new owners kept the lawns clipped and the shutters painted. Only a few were being neglected. A handful had been abandoned. This deep in Bible country, it was still an unwritten rule in the town that little was done on Sundays except go to church, sit on porches, visit neighbors, rest and relax the way God intended. It was cloudy, quite cool for May, and as he toured his old turf, killing time until the appointed hour for the family meeting, he tried to dwell on the good memories from Clanton. There was Dizzy Dean Park where he had played little League for the Pirates, and there was the public pool he'd swum in every summer except 1969 when the city closed it rather than admit black children. There were the churches—Baptist, Methodist, and Presbyterian—facing each other at the intersection of Second and Elm like wary sentries, their steeples competing for height. They were empty now, but in an hour or so the more faithful would gather for evening services. The square was as lifeless as the streets leading to it. With eight thousand people, Clanton was just large enough to have attracted the discount stores that had wiped out so many small towns. But here the people had been faithful to their downtown merchants, and there wasn't a single empty or boarded-up building around the square—no small miracle. The retail shops were mixed in with the banks and law offices and cafes, all closed for the Sabbath. He inched through the cemetery and surveyed the Atlee section in the old part, where the tombstones were grander. Some of his ancestors had built monuments for their dead. Ray had always assumed that the family money he'd never seen must have been buried in those graves. He parked and walked to his mother's grave, something he hadn't done in years. She was buried among the Atlees, at the far edge of the family plot because she had barely belonged. Soon, in less than an hour, he would be sitting in his father's study, sipping bad instant tea and receiving instructions on exactly how his father would be laid to rest. Many orders were about to be given, many decrees and directions, because his father (who used to be a judge) was a great man and cared deeply about how he was to be remembered. Moving again, Ray passed the water tower he'd climbed twice, the second time with the police waiting below. He grimaced at his old high school, a place he'd never visited since he'd left it. Behind it was the football field where his brother Forrest had romped over opponents and almost became famous before getting bounced off the team. It was twenty minutes before five, Sunday, May 7.Time for the family meeting. From the first paragraph, we get the impression that ______. A．Ray cherished his childhood memories. B．Ray had something urgent to take care of. C．Ray may not have a happy childhood. D．Ray cannot remember his childhood days.

A．discount B．account C．receipt D．income

是 否

A．A.exciting B．B.satisfying C．C.disappointing D．D.frightening

A．the name B．the company you are from C．the purpose of the call D．the company you call

A．vermilion B．dark red C．dull red D．deep red

A.Nothing; logging is activated by default in apache server. B.Execute the MMC command to enable logging. C.Open the SRM.CONF file and enable a custom log entry for the re-refer log. D.Re open the HTTPd.conf file and enable the custom log entry for the agent log.