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A.tài jìn 太近
B.tài xiǎo 太小
C.tài yuǎn 太远
D.tài dà 太大
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第1题
书(Shū)包(bāo) 被(bèi) 小(Xiǎo)明(míng)____________，后来(hòulái) 被(bèi) _______________________。
A、丢(diū)了(le) 司(sī)机(jī) 回(huí)来(lái)了(le)
B、丢diū了le 司sī机jī 拿ná回huí来lái了le
C、落(là)在(zài)车(chē)上(shàng) 司(sī)机(jī) 回(huí)来(lái)了(le)
D、落(là)在(zài)车(chē)上(shàng) 司(sī)机(jī)送(sòng)回(huí)来(lái)了(le)
第2题
A.眼睑(jiǎn) 吮吸(yǔn) 汀江(tīng) 舐犊(shì)
B.稗子(bài) 巷道(hàng) 炙热(zhì) 檄文(xí)
C.疟子(nüè) 攻讦(jié) 蹒跚(pán) 天堑(qiàn)
D.紊乱(wěn) 囫囵(lún) 圩堤(yú) 鞭挞(tà)
第3题
Directions: This section is to test your ability to understand short dialogues. There are 5 recorded dialogues in it. After each dialogue, there is a recorded question. The dialogues and questions will be spoken two times. When you hear a question, you should decide on the correct answer from the 4 choices marked A, B, C and D.
听力原文：M: I'll call you if you give me a business card.
W: I'm sorry, but I don't have any with me now.
Q: What does the woman mean?
(6)
A．She'll call the man in ten minutes.
B．She'll meet the man after work
C．She accepts his invitation.
D．She forgets to bring her card with her.
第4题
Directions: This section is to test your ability to understand short dialogues. There are 5 recorded dialogues in it. After each dialogue, there is a recorded question. The dialogues and questions will be spoken two times. When you hear a question, you should decide on the correct answer from the 4 choices marked A, B, C and D.
听力原文：M: I'll call you if you give me a business card.
W: I'm sorry, but I don't have any with me now.
Q: What does the woman mean?
(6)
A．She'll call the man in ten minutes.
B．She'll meet the man after work
C．She accepts his invitation.
D．She forgets to bring her card with her.
第5题
Taking stock of himself he discovers that he has the inevitable headache. His tongue is raw from last night's brandy. But against these trifling discomforts the prospect of another day in life weighs heavily. He pauses to slip in his false teeth. He places his wrinkled fingers to his chest and is comforted by the sound of his heart at work. He is rather proud of his heart. If you ever visit him when he is in bed he is almost sure to grasp your hand in his and ask' you to feel it. Swallowing a little, you shove your hand inside his cheap night-jacket to experience those sad, blunt, far away humps-like those of an unborn baby. He buttons up his pajamas with touching pride and give his imitation roar of animal health— "Bounding from my bed like a lion" — that is another of his phrases.
You have not experienced the full charm of the man unless you have actually seen him, bent double with rheumatism, crawling out from between his coarse cotton sheets like a ruin. Only in the warmest months of the year do his bones thaw out sufficiently to enable him to stand erect. In the summer afternoons he walks in the park, his little head glowing like a minor sun, his jaw set in a violent expression of health. His tiny nautical pension is hardly enough to pay for one cockroach-infested room; he ekes it out with an equally small salary from the Egyptian government, which carries with it the proud title of Bimbashi in the Police Force. Origins he has none. His past spreads over a dozen continents like a true subject of myth. And his presence is so rich with imaginary health that he needs nothing more—except perhaps an occasional trip to Cairo during Ramadhan, when his office is closed and presumably all crime comes to a standstill because of the past.
Scobie liked to have his telescope in bed because ______.
A．he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could see the sea
B．he refused touching it and looking through it at the wall
C．he refused to accept the fact that he could not see the sea
D．he enjoyed looking at he passers-by, even if he could not see the sea
第6题
Scobie is getting on for seventy and still afraid to die; his one fear is that he will awake one morning and find himself dead-- Lieutenant-Commander Scobie, O. B. E. Consequently it gives him a seuere shock every morning when the water carriers shriek under his window before dawn, waking him up. For a moment, he says, he dares not open his eyes. Keeping them fast shut (for fear they might open on the heavenly host) he gropes along the cake stand beside his bed and grabs his pipe. It is always loaded from the night before and an open matchbox stands beside it. The first whiff of tobacco restores both his composure and his eyesight. He breathes deeply, grateful for reassurance. He smiles. He gloats. Then, drawing the heavy sheepskin, which serves him as a bed-cover up to his ears, he sings a little triumphal song to the morning.
Taking stock of himself he discovers that he has the inevitable headache. His tongue is raw from last night’s brandy. But against these trifling discomforts the prospect of another day in life weighs heavily. He pauses to slip in his false teeth.
He places his wrinkled fingers to his chest and is comforted by the sound of his heart at work. He is rather proud of his heart. If you ever visit him when he is in bed he is almost sure to grasp your hand in his and ask you to feel it. Swallowing a little, you shove your hand inside his cheap night-jacket to experience those sad, blunt, far- away bumps--like those of an unborn baby. He buttons up his pajamas with touching pride and gives his imitation roar of animal health--" Bounding from my bed like a lion" --that is another of his phrases. You have not experienced the full charm of the man unless you have actually seen him, bent double with rheumatism, crawling out from between his coarse cotton sheets like a ruin. Only in the warmest months of the year do his bones thaw out sufficiently to enable him to stand erect. In the summer afternoons he walks in the park, his little head glowing like a minor sun, his jaw set in a violent expression of health.
His tiny nautical pension is hardly enough to pay for one cockroach-infested room; he ekes it out with an equally small salary from the Egyptian government, which carries with it the proud title of Bimbashi in the Police Force. Origins he has none. His past spreads over a dozen continents like a true subject of myth. And his presence is so rich with imaginary health that he needs nothing more except perhaps an occasional trip to Cairo during Ramadhan, when his office is closed and presumably all crime comes to a standstill because of the past.
Scobie liked to have his telescope in bed because _______.
A．he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could see the sea.
B．he refused touching it and looking through it at the wall.
C．he refused to accept the fact that he could not see the sea.
D．he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could not see the sea.
第7题
Scobie is getting on for seventy and still afraid to die; his one fear is that he will awake one morning and find himself dead--Lieutenant-Commander Scobie, O. B. E. Consequently it gives him a seuere shock every morning when the water carriers shriek under his window before dawn, waking him up. For a moment, he says, he dares not open his eyes. Keeping them fast shut (for fear they might open on the heavenly host) he gropes along the cake stand beside his bed and grabs his pipe. It is always loaded from the night before and an open matchbox stands beside it. The first whiff of tobacco restores both his composure and his eyesight. He breathes deeply, grateful for reassurance. He smiles. He gloats. Then, drawing the heavy sheepskin, which serves him as a bed-cover up to his ears, he sings a little triumphal song to the morning.
Taking stock of himself he discovers that he has the inevitable headache. His tongue is raw from last night' s brandy. But against these trifling discomforts the prospect of another day in life weighs heavily. He pauses to slip in his false teeth.
He places his wrinkled fingers to his chest and is comforted by the sound of his heart at work. He is rather proud of his heart. If you ever visit him when he is in bed he is almost sure to grasp your hand in his and ask you to feel it. Swallowing a little, you shove your hand inside his cheap night-jacket to experience those sad, blunt, far-away bumps--like those of an unborn baby. He buttons up his pajamas with touching pride and gives his imitation roar of animal health--" Bounding from my bed like a lion" ---that is another of his phrases. You have not experienced the full charm of the man unless you have actually seen him, bent double with rheumatism, crawling out from between his coarse cotton sheets like a ruin. Only in the warmest months of the year do his bones thaw out sufficiently to enable him to stand erect. In the summer afternoons he walks in the park, his little head glowing like a minor sun, his jaw set in a violent expression of health.
His tiny nautical pension is hardly enough to pay for one cockroach-infested room; he ekes it out with an equally small salary from the Egyptian government, which carries with it the proud title of Bimbashi in the Police Force. Origins he has none. His past spreads over a dozen continents like a true subject of myth. And his presence is so rich with imaginary health that he needs nothing more except perhaps an occasional trip to Cairo during Ramadhan, when his office is closed and presumably all crime comes to a standstill because of the past.
Scobie liked to have his telescope in bed because
A．he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could see the sea
B．he refused touching it and looking through it at the wall
C．he refused to accept the fact that he could not see the sea
D．he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could not see the sea
第8题
Scobie is getting on for seventy and still afraid to die; his one fear is that he will awake one morning and find himself dead—Lieutenant-Commander Scobie, O. B. E. Consequently it gives him a seuere shock every morning when the water carriers shriek under his window before dawn, waking him up. For a moment, he says, he dares not open his eyes. Keeping them fast shut (for fear they might open on the heavenly host) ho gropes along the cake stand beside his bed and grabs his pipe. It is always loaded from the night before and an open matchbox stands beside it. The first whiff of tobacco restores both his composure and his eyesight. He breathes deeply, grateful for reassurance. He smiles. He gloats. Then, drawing the heavy sheepskin, which serves him as a bed-cover up to his ears, he sings a little triumphal song to the morning.
Taking stock of himself he discovers that ho has the inevitable headache: His tongue is raw from last night's brandy. But against these trifling discomforts the prospect of another day in life weighs heavily. He pauses to slip in his false teeth.
He places his wrinkled fingers to his chest and is comforted by the sound of his heart at work. He is rather proud of his heart. If you ever visit him when he is in bed he is almost sure to grasp your hand in his and ask you to feel it. Swallowing a little, you shove your hand inside his cheap night-jacket to experience those sad, blunt, far-away bumps—like those of an unborn baby. He buttons up his pajamas with touching pride and gives his imitation roar of animal health— " Bounding from my bed like a lion" that is another of his phrases. You have not experienced the full charm of the man unless you have actually seen him, bent double with rheumatism, crawling out from between his coarse cotton sheets like a ruin. Only in the warmest months of the year do his bones thaw out sufficiently to enable him to stand erect. In the summer afternoons he walks in the park, his little head glowing like a minor sun, his jaw set in a violent expression of health.
His tiny nautical pension is hardly enough to pay for one cockroach-infested room; he ekes it out with an equally small salary from the Egyptian government, which carries with it the proud title of Bimbashi in the Police Force. Origins he has none. His past spreads over a dozen continents like a true subject of myth. And his presence is so rich with imaginary health that he needs nothing more except perhaps an occasional trip to Cairo during Ramadhan, when his office is closed and presumably all crime comes to a standstill because of the past.
Scobie liked to have his telescope in bed because______.
A．he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could see the sea.
B．he refused touching it and looking through it at the wall
C．he refused to accept the fact that he could not see the sea.
D．he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could not see the sea.
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