I really loved him but was ___about our chances for success.

A . revealed B . disposed C . reminded D . distributed

A . didn’t know；will go to B . don’t know；will go to C . didn’t know；am going to D . haven’t known；am goingt o

A somehow B anyway C anywhere D somewhere

A．somehow B．anyway C．anywhere D．somewhere

A．anyway B．somehow C．anywhere D．somewhere

A．that B．when C．how D．where

A．kind B．of kind C．kind of

A．nothing serious B．nothing important C．a humiliating rebuff D．an expected disappointment

A. something but B. anything but C. nothing but D. not but

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

Why do we go wrong about our friends or our enemies？ Sometimes what people say hides their real meaning. And if we don't really listen, we miss the feeling behind the words. Suppose someone tells you, "You're a lucky dog." Is he really on your side？ If he says, "You're a lucky guy" or "You're a lucky gal," that's being friendly. But "lucky dog" ？ There's a bit of envy in those words. Maybe he doesn't see it himself. But bringing in the "dog" bit puts you down a little. What be may be saying is that be doesn't think you deserve your luck. "Just think of all the things you have to be thankful for" is another noise that says one thing and means another. It could mean that the speaker is trying to get you to see your problem as part of you life as a whole. But is he？ Wrapped up in this phrase is the thought that your problem isn't important. It's telling you to think of all the starving people in the world when you haven't got a date for Saturday night. How can you tell the real meaning behind someone's words？ One way is to take a good look at the person talking. Do his words fit the way he looks？ Does what he says square with the tone of voice？ His posture？ The look in his eyes？ Stop and think. The minute you spend thinking about the real meaning of what people say to you may save another mistake. Note: guy = boy; gal = girl In paragraph 1, when the writer recalls some things that happened between him and his friends, ______. A．he feels happy, thinking of how nice his friends were to him. B．he feels he may not have "read" his friends' true feelings correctly. C．he thinks it was a mistake to have broken up with his girlfriend. D．he is sorry that his friends let him down.

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

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．happened to meet B．occurred to meeting C．occurred to meeting D．happened to meeting

A．A.contact B．B.connection C．C.track D．D.trace