My mother made me _____ all morning.

A.made a cake to me

B.made a cake me

C.made for me a cake

D.made me a cake

阅读下列短文，回答 36～38 题：

第 36 题 By saying“My mother made me a deal”，Ben Carson meant that his Mother__________．

My mother made me _____ all morning.

A.to do my homework

B.doing my homework

C.do my homework

D.did my homework

Even though we had a hard life, she still maintained the attitude that everything was fine. I remember her coming home tired from her job at the restaurant and saying that we were lucky. We didn't have a lot of clothes or toys, but my mother always made sure we had enough to eat.

Her love and devotion for my brother and me made our lack of material possessions seem insignificant. Even today, if I were given a choice between having love at home and wealth, I would want it just the way I had it. I grew up poor in material things but rich in love.

Since my father was never around long enough to teach me physical things or to play games with me, I didn't succeed in any competitive sport. My mother did her best as a substitute, throwing a ball with me in the lot(空地) behind our house, but it wasn't the same. She was too protective of me, and I didn't have enough confidence in my own abilities to really try anything physically demanding.

The story suggests that the author is______his mother.

A．proud of

B．worried about

C．pitiful for

D．concerned about

A、Mum made me a very tasty cake.

B、It was My mother who taught me how to make cakes.

C、It takes 45 minutes to roast a duck.

D、It is a delight experience to have hotpot on a cold winter day.

A．Mum made me a very tasty cake

B．It was My mother who taught me how to make cakes

C．It takes 45 minutes to roast a duck

D．It is a delight experience to have hotpot on a cold winter day

Speaker A: What do you think of the apple pie？ I made it myself. Speaker B: ______

A．When did you learn to make apple pies？

B．Thank you, but I"m afraid I don"t like apple pies.

C．Really？ Can you show me how to make it？

D．Very delicious indeed. Even my mother"s cannot match this.

Task 2

Directions: This task is the same as Task 1. The 5 questions or unfinished statements are numbered 41 through 45.

The third of March, 1887, three months before l was seven years old, was the most important day I remember in all my life. On that day, my teacher, Anne Sullivan, came to me. I felt approaching footsteps. I thought it was my mother and stretched out my hand. Someone took it, and then I was caught up and held close in the arms of the person.

The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l". I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was filled with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand end made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed, I simply made my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way many words. But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.

The author was ______ years old when her teacher came to her.

A．less than seven

B．over seven

C．just six

D．a little, over six

er English, she was often treated unfairly.People in department stores, at banks，and at restaurants did not take her seriously, did not give her good service, pretended not to understand her, or even acted as if they did not hear her. My mother has realized the limitations of her English as well.When I was fifteen, she used to have me call people on phone to pretend I was she.I was forced to ask for information or even to yell at people who had been rude to her、One time I had to call her stockbroker (股票经纪人).I said in an adolescent voice that was not very convincing, “This is Mrs.Tan.” And my mother was standing beside me, whispering loudly,“Why he don’t send me check already two week long. And then, in perfect English I said：“I’m getting rather concerned.You agreed to send the check two weeks ago，but it hasn’t arrived.” Then she talked more loudly.“What he want？ I come to New York tell him front of his boss.” And so I turned to the stockbroker again,I can’t tolerate any more excuse.If I dont receive the check immediately, I am going to have to speak to your manager when I am in New York next week.” The next week we ended up in New York、While I was sitting there red-faced, my mother, the real Mrs.Tan, was shouting to his boss in her broken English. When I was a teenager, my mother’s broken English embarrassed me.But now, I see it differently.To me, my mother English is perfectly clear, perfectly natural.lt is my mother tongue.Her language, as I hear it, is vivid, direct, and full of observation and wisdom.lt was the language that helped shape the way I saw things, expressed ideas, and made sense of the world. Why was the author’s mother poorly served？

B.Because she was unable to speak good English.

C.Because she was often misunderstood.

D.Because she was not clearly heard.

E.Because she was not very polite.

From Paragraph 2,we know that the author was__________.A.good a pretending

B.rude to the stockbroker

C.ready to help her mother

D.unwilling to phone for her mother

After the author made the phone call？ _______.A.they forgave the stockbroker

B.they failed to get the check

C.they went to New York immediately

D.they spoke to their boss at once

What does the author think of her mother’s English now？A.It confuses her.

B.It embarrasses her.

C.It helps her understand the world.

D.It helps her tolerate rude people.

We can inter from the passage that Chinese English _______.A.is clear and natural to non-native speakers

B.is vivid and direct to non-native speakers

C.has a very bad reputation in America

D.may bring inconvenience in America

请帮忙给出每个问题的正确答案和分析，谢谢！

ome home. The shop remained open till midnight. Bullock carts in long caravans arrived late in the evening from distant villages, loaded with coconut, rice, and other commodities for the market. The animals were unyoked under the big tamarind tree for the night, and the cartmen drifted in twos and threes to the shop, for a chat or to ask for things to eat or smoke. How my father loved to discuss with them the price of grain, rainfall, harvest, and the state of irrigation channels! Or they talked about old litigations. One heard repeated references to magistrates, affidavits, witnesses in the case, and appeals, punctuated with roars of laughters—possibly the memory of some absurd legality or loophole tickled them.

My father ignored food and sleep when he had company. My mother sent me out several times to see if he could be made to turn in. He was a man of uncertain temper and one could not really guess how he would react to interruptions, and so my mother coached me to go up, watch his mood, and gently remind him of food and home. I stood under the shop—awning, coughing and clearing my throat, hoping to catch his eyes. But the talk was all-absorbing and he would not glance in my direction, and I got absorbed in their talk, although I did not understand a word of it.

After a while my mother's voice came gently on the night air, calling, "Raju, Raju" and my father interrupted his activities to look at me and say, "Tell your mother not to wait for me. Tell her to place a handful of toffee and buttermilk in a bowl, with just one piece of lime pickle, and keep it in the oven for me. I'll come in later. " It was almost a formula with him five days in week. He always added, "Not that I'm really hungry tonight. " And then I believe he went on to discuss health problems with his cronies.

But I didn't stop to hear further. I made a quick dash back home. There was a dark patch between the light from the shop and the dim lantern shedding its light on our threshold, a matter of about ten yards, I suppose, but the passage through it gave me a cold sweat. I expected wild animals and supernatural creatures to emerge and grab me. My mother waited on the doorstop to receive me and said, "Not hungry, I suppose ! That'll give him an excuse to talk to the village folk all night, and then come in for an hour's sleep and get up with the crowing of that foolish cock somewhere. He will spoil his health. "

I followed her into the kitchen. She placed my plate and hers side by side on the floor, drew the ricepot within reach, and served me and herself simultaneously, and we finished our dinner by the sooty tin lamp, stuck on a nail in the wall. She unrolled a mat for me in the front room, and I lay down to sleep. She sat at my side, awaiting father's return. Her presence gave me a feeling of inexplicable coziness. I felt I ought to put her proximity to good use, and complained, "Something is bothering my hair," and she ran her fingers through my hair, and scratched the nape of my neck. And then I commanded, "A story. "

Immediately she began, "Once upon a time there was a man called Devaka. " I heard his name mentioned almost every night. He was a hermit, saint, or something of the kind. I never learned fully what he did or why, sleep overcoming me before my mother was through even the preamble.

What can we infer from the conversation between the uriter's father and the cartmen？

A．One might find unfavorable faults in the legal code in lawsuits.

B．There were times when the cronies came to foolish decisions.

C．The magistrates were serious and punctilious.

D．Matters related to farming were of great interest to them.