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A. went down
B. went out
C. went up
D. went back
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Shorty, a man of forty, had gone into town. He had said he would be back before two. He had told Walt to watch the boats and the shop. There were no people around. They had all gone out on the lake to fish.
So Walt went to work on one of the boats. From there he could hear the telephone if it rang. And he could watch the door.
It was a little after two when the stranger came. Walt saw him stop by the shop. The stranger looked in for a minute. Then he went down to the boats. He was a big man in a coat.
Walt called to him, "Do you want something, sir？"
The stranger looked at Walt and said, "No, thanks." Then the stranger moved slowly away. As he went on, he looked at the boats one by one.
Walt sat there with his eyes on the back of the stranger's coat. He thought, "I can smell something as I smell that storm. I hope Shorty comes back soon."
The story happened ______.
A．on the lake at night
B．by the lake in the afternoon
C．along the river in spring
D．near the river in summer
听力原文： I was a teacher. My home was not far from my school, and l always walked there in the morning. All the pupils in the school were very young.
I walked to school on a very cold and windy morning in October, and the cold wind went into my eyes, and big tears began running out of them. I reached the school, opened the door and went into the classroom. It was nice and warm there and I was happy. But then a small boy looked at me for a few seconds, put his arm round me and said kindly. "Don't cry, miss. School isn't very bad."
The author's home was ______ from the school.
A．a long way
B．far away
C．not far
A.to wind
B.wind
C.winding
D.wound
After that, I found Morrie Schwartz, my25 professor, and introduced him to
my 26 .. He was a small man who took small steps, as ifa 27 wind could; at any time, 28 him up:into the cloudS! His teeth were in good shape: When he smiled it was as if you had just 29 him the funniest joke on earth.
He told my parents how I 30 every class he taught. He told them, "You havea 31 boy here. He helped me a 10t." Shy but 32 , I looked at my feet. Before we left,I 33 Mr. Schwartz a 'present, a briefcase with his name on the front. I didn't want to forget him. 34 I didn't want him to forget me. He asked if I would keep in35 , and without hesitation (犹豫) I said, "Of course." When he turned around, I saw tears in his eyes.
21. A. along B. around C. beside D. together
My Love, My Umbrella (excerpt) by John McGahern It was the rain, the constant weather of this city, made my love inseparable from the umbrella, a black umbrella, white stitching on the seams of the imitation leather over the handle, the metal point bent where it was caught in Mooney's grating as we raced for the last bus to the garage out of Abbey Street. The band was playing when we met, the Blanchardstown Fife and Drum. They were playing Some day he'll come along/The man I love/And he'll be big and strong/The man I love at the back of the public lavatory on Burgh Quay, facing a few persons on the pavement in front of the Scotch House. It was the afternoon of a Sunday. 'It is strange, the band,' I said; her face flinched away, and in the same movement back, turned to see who'd spoken. Her skin under the black hair had the glow of health and youth, and the solidity at the bones of the hips gave promise of a rich seed-bed. 'It's strange,' she answered, and I was at once anxious for her body. The conductor stood on a wooden box, continually breaking off his conducting to engage in some running argument with a small grey man by his side, but whether he waved his stick jerkily or was bent in argument seemed to make no difference to the players. They turned their pages. The music plodded on, Some day he'll come along/The man I love/And he'll be big and strong/The man I love. At every interval they looked towards the clock, Mooney's clock across the river. 'They're watching the clock,' I said. 'Why？' her face turned again. 'They'll only play till the opening hour.' I too anxiously watched the clock. I was afraid she'd go when the band stopped. Lights came on inside the Scotch House. The music hurried. A white-aproned barman, a jangle of keys into the quickened music, began to unlock the folding shutters and with a resounding clash drew them back. As the tune ended the conductor signalled to the band that they could put away their instruments, got down from his box, and started to tap the small grey man on the shoulder with the baton as he began to argue in earnest. The band came across the road towards the lighted globes inside the Scotch House, where already many of their audience waited impatiently on the slow pulling of the pints. The small grey man carried the conductor's box as they passed in together. 'It is what we said would happen.' 'Yes.' The small family cars were making their careful way home across the bridge after their Sunday outings to their cold ham and tomato and lettuce, the wind blowing from the mouth of the river, gulls screeching above the stink of its low tide, as I forced the inanities towards an invitation. 'Would you come with me for a drink？' 'Why？' She blushed as she looked me full in the face. 'Why not？' 'I said I'd be back for tea.' 'We can have sandwiches.' 'But why do you want me to？' 'I'd like very much if you come. Will you come？' 'All right I'll come but I don't know why.' It was how we began, the wind blowing from the mouth of the river while the Blanchardstown Fife and Drum downed their first thirst-quencher in the Scotch House.
The little sloop departed from Cape May in mid morning, threading her way in bright sunshine northward along the waterway. She passed through a variety of drawbridges which opened promptly to our signal on the fishhorn, blown dutifully by my twelve-year-old son, Kelvin; and, following our pleasant "Thank you," each bridgekeeper would wave and then copy down the sloop's name.
Meanwhile, Kelvin and I were tending to the numerous necessary seagoing chores which would allow us to change from engine to sail while the man at the tiller stood up on his hind legs, chart in hand, and tried to see where he was going, steering with his feet. (This pleasant, if demanding, chore had fallen temporarily upon Robert, a cruising type of impressive experience shanghaied for this passage from a far superior vessel of his own. ) I was impatient to get sail on and thus be done with the outboard motor before lunch, as the following wind was filling the cockpit with exhaust fumes.
"Straighten her out!" Robert yelled.
But now a new problem took precedence. A strong cross current from the creek to port was sweeping the sloop broadside t6ward a dolphin (cluster of pilings) protecting the bridge.
Robert saw the emergency, jumped into the cockpit, and sweated in the mainsheet as close as he had the strength to mange; the dolphin loomed above us.
The sloop forged ahead, breasted the currents, cleared the dolphin by bare inches, and shot into the main current, now increased by the funneling effect of the draw.
We continued shooting across the draw; the sheet was let out, freeing the sail of wind, but without a jib she wouldn't pay off.
"Get the board up, quick!"
Robert worked frantically, trying to inch up the centerboard against pressure.
Rapidly approaching a protective bulkhead of creosoted timber along the concrete pier of the bridge, we noticed that a big light was located on top of the bulkhead, about halfway through the draw, slightly set back from the bulkhead and it looked as though we were on a collision course with it.
"Board's up," Robert grunted. Then, he looked ahead, and his voice rose an octave- "straighten her out--we' U hit!"
Sheeted in sweat, a pain yanking at my chest, I heard the so-and-so official on the bridge bellowing in some Norse tongue, and things seemed to happen extraordinarily fast.
The bowsprit and the light drew together like the proverbial magnet to the pole.
A split second of absolute silence from. all hands, broken only by the demented figure above us--then the rugged end of the bowsprit harpooned the big lamp with a shattering crash. I felt a shock that shivered the sloop in every member and rattled my own teeth, and glass shards tinkled down upon us like hail.
"Goodness gracious," I think I said softly.
Kelvin was elate; Robert suddenly became convulsed with mirth while above us the Viking had gone berserk. Obviously the sounds of the crash had unseated his reason.
The sloop swung around until she headed upstream yet continued downstream through the draw, stern foremost. The bridgetender, his face contorted, was shouting, "Vot name is dot schlloob？ I repooort you!"
"Can't hear a word he says," remarked Robert blandly, fixing Kelvin with a warning eye, "and I guess he can't read those small numbers on pour bow, can he？'
"True, Robert," I agreed weakly, "But I am shaken."
Nonetheless, I was pleased that under the stress of it all I had uttered merely a harmless "Goodness gracious"--I think.
The boat in this story is referred to as a______.
A．sunfish
B．motor-and-sail powered launch
C．small pleasure cruiser
D．sloop
James was invited to go to New York to help【33】the production. He lived in Dulwich, 【34】is an hour's journey away from Heathrow. The flight was【35】leave at 8:30 a. m. , so he had to be at the airport about 7 .30 in the morning. He ordered a mini-cab for 6:30, 【36】his alarm for 5:45, and went to sleep.【37】he forgot to wind the clock, and it stopped shortly after midnight. Also the driver of the mini-cab had to work very late that night and【38】.
James woke with that awful feeling【39】something was wrong. He looked at his alarm clock. It stopped there silently, with the hands【40】to ten past twelve. He turned on the radio and discovered that it was, in fact, ten to nine. He swore quietly and【41】the electric kettle.
He was just pouring the【42】water into the teapot when the nine o' clock pips sounded【43】the radio. The announcer began to read the news "... reports are coming in of a crash near Heathrow Airport. A Boeing 707 bound for New York crashed shortly after taking【44】this morning, flight number 2234 ... "James turned pale.
" My flight, " he said out aloud. " If I【45】, I would have been on that plane. "
(31)
A．for
B．against
C．to
D．about
James was invited to go to New York to help【33】the production. He lived in Dulwich, 【34】is an hour's journey away from Heathrow. The flight was【35】leave at 8:30 a. m. , so he had to be at the airport about 7 .30 in the morning. He ordered a mini-cab for 6:30, 【36】his alarm for 5:45, and went to sleep.【37】he forgot to wind the clock, and it stopped shortly after midnight. Also the driver of the mini-cab had to work very late that night and【38】.
James woke with that awful feeling【39】something was wrong. He looked at his alarm clock. It stopped there silently, with the hands【40】to ten past twelve. He turned on the radio and discovered that it was, in fact, ten to nine. He swore quietly and【41】the electric kettle.
He was just pouring the【42】water into the teapot when the nine o' clock pips sounded【43】the radio. The announcer began to read the news "... reports are coming in of a crash near Heathrow Airport. A Boeing 707 bound for New York crashed shortly after taking【44】this morning, flight number 2234 ... "James turned pale.
" My flight, " he said out aloud. " If I【45】, I would have been on that plane. "
(31)
A．for
B．against
C．to
D．about
But now where was a spot of earth to be found in all that white monotony？ They had talked of death at the house. I hoped that my little sister would live, but I was afraid of nature.
I reached a little spring. I looked down to its bottom, wondering whether I should leave my offering there, or keep on in search of a spot of earth. If I put my offering in the water, would it reach the bottom and touch the earth, or would it float away, as it had always done when I made my offering to the water spirit？
Once more I started on in my search of the bare ground.
The surface was crusted in some places, and walking was easy; in other places I would wade through a foot or more of snow. Often I paused, thinking to clear the snow away in some place and there lay my offering. But no, my faith must be in nature, and I must trust to it to lay bare the earth. It was a hard struggle for so small a child.
I went on and on; the reeds were waving in the wind. I stopped and looked at them. A reed, whirling in the wind, had formed a space round its stem, making a loose socket. I stood looking into the opening. The reed must be rooted in the ground, and the hole must follow the stem to the earth. If I poured my offerings into the hole, surely they must reach the ground; so I said the prayer that l had been taught, and dropped my tobacco and red feathers into the opening that nature itself had created.
No sooner was the sacrifice accomplished than a feeling of doubt and fear thrilled me. What if my offering should never reach the earth？ Would my little sister die？
Not till I turned homeward did I realize how cold I was. When at last I reached the house they took me in and warmed me, but did not question me, and I said nothing. Everyone was sad, for the little one had grown worse.
The next day the medicine-woman said my little sister was beyond hope; she could not live. Then bitter remorse was mine, for I thought I had been unfaithful, and therefore my little sister was to be called to the spirit land. I was a silent child, and did not utter my feelings; my remorse was intense.
The phrase "white monotony" (Paragraph 2) refers to the fact that
A．white people find farm life dull.
B．snow covers the landscape.
C．the narrator is blind.
D．nothing special happens in the story.
W: They must be absolutely mad, more nuclear power stations!
M: OK. Jane. But we've got to get the energy from somewhere, haven't we？ We can't just go on using oil and coal.
W: Look. The main point is they're just net safe. They're a real menace, everyone of these things is an accident waiting to happen. Look at Chernobyl, for goodness' sake!
M: Yes, OK, I agree there's a risk. Of course there is. But it's minimal. With modern technology, nuclear reactors are much safer:
W: Much safer! You must be joking. No. Look at all that radioactive waste they're dumping into the sea and underground. Nobody re ally knows what'll happen long-terms.
M: That is a problem. Sure. But it's also true that nuclear energy is cheap and can produce electricity very quickly. Lots of countries have no alternatives. They don't have any oil, coal or anything. What are they supposed to do？
W: Oh, come on! There're lots of possibilities. Well, quite a few. We just haven't really looked at them seriously enough. There's solar energy, and wind power and, what's called wave power. We've still got a lot of coal.
W: Alright. But they'll all take time and money to develop. We need energy now and nuclear power is the best alternative.
M: Oh, I don't believe this. I reckon it's just crazy.
(20)
A．The Defence Minister.
B．The Energy Minister.
C．The Prime Minister.
D．The Science Minister.
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