“Watch out! You nearly broadsided that car!” My father yelled at me. “Can’t you do anything right?” Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for another quarrel. “I saw the car, Dad. Please don’t yell at me when I’m driving.” My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad glared at me, and then turned away and settled back.
That night I went outside to collect my thoughts. What could I do about him? Dad had been a lumberjack (伐木工人) in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors using his strength against the forces of nature. The first time he couldn’t lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, struggling to lift it. He became angry whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn’t do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His enthusiasm for life was gone. He refused to follow the doctor’s orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned down with bad words. The number of visitors thinned, and then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come and live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed that nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became upset. Soon I was taking my anger out on Dick. We began to argue. Luckily, Dick had a friend who was a mental health expert. After he listened to our story, he recommended that we should find a dog to accompany Dad. I thought maybe I should have a try.
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(2)请按如下格式作答。
I drove to the animal shelter and was led to the kennels (狗舍) by a keeper.
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“Dad! Look what I got for you, Dad!” I said excitedly.
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2 . Within two years of first showing signs of memory loss, Peter Marshall had to give up work as early onset Alzheimer’s began to take hold.
His wife Lisa started a blog called “Oh Hello Alzheimer’s” to help her cope with the progressive
As the disease
The next day,
When Lisa joined her husband to
The music
“There wasn’t a dry eye, and I was
| A．dilemma | B．problem | C．challenge | D．trouble |
| A．messages | B．letters | C．mails | D．comments |
| A．appeared | B．worsened | C．emerged | D．strengthened |
| A．formally | B．eventually | C．desperately | D．instantly |
| A．scene | B．event | C．situation | D．spot |
| A．but | B．instead | C．however | D．therefore |
| A．year | B．ceremony | C．celebration | D．anniversary |
| A．decline | B．reduction | C．drop | D．disappearance |
| A．happiest | B．saddest | C．toughest | D．brightest |
| A．speak | B．exchange | C．swear | D．express |
| A．fairytale | B．story | C．drama | D．show |
| A．played | B．reflected | C．equaled | D．matched |
| A．in the sky | B．over the moon | C．over the sky | D．in the air |
| A．looked at | B．moved around | C．looked on | D．cheered up |
| A．told | B．uttered | C．conveyed | D．whispered |
A Special Gift
I always believe that there are certain gifts sticking in our minds for a variety of reasons.
The gift given to me that I treasured most was a doll named Patsy. I met her in a gift shop when I was nine. On holding Patsy I immediately fell in love with her and couldn’t even bear to part from her. At that time, my mother noticed it and at Christmas, as I received the gift from her, I was surprised to find my dream doll in the box. From then on Patsy became my baby and I loved her dearly.
A month later, I was on my way to the cinema when I glimpsed some lovely gifts in pretty boxes through the window of the gift shop. Seeing them reminded me that my mother’s birthday was a few months away. Wouldn’t it be nice, I thought, if I could give her something really special, just like the gift she gave me? I stepped inside and caught sight of a beautiful dress hung on the coat stand, which I was sure my mother would like. So I asked the saleswoman its price.
The lady must have seen my disappointment when she told me how much it would cost. But she had a suggestion which immediately lifted my spirits. She took out a notebook from under the counter and wrote my name as well as the item I wanted to buy on it, and in return I paid her five cents from my six cents pocket money. It meant no candies that day but I didn’t care. At the age of nine, I made my very first installment (分期付款)and felt like a grown-up. From then on, every Saturday on my way to the cinema, I went to the shop and paid a few cents which the lady dutifully recorded on her notebook.
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2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
The day before my mother’s birthday, I paid the last two cents.
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________When I was a kid, I came across a basic series of questions every time I was introduced to a person. Most were easy: “How old are you?” “What grade are you in?” “What do you want to be when you grow up?” But there was one question that troubled me: “What do your parents do?”
Dad was a computer programmer, so that one was easy enough. “My dad works on computers,” I would say. But mom’s job was hard to explain. She called herself a “nurse practitioner”. Mom explained it easier to make me understand. “You can say I teach nursing,” she said. “My mom teaches nurses,” I would repeat what she had said to me.
When that answer led to even more questions, my response became simpler, “My mom is nurse,” though I was finally left wondering what it was she actually did. It definitely demanded a lot of time and energy and was important to the injured. I got my first clue about what mom actually did when having a late-night trip with her to the hospital in Central Phoenix.
Mom was called in to make rounds unexpectedly that night. It was dark outside and almost time for me to go to bed, so I was shocked when she asked if I wanted to come along with her. I loved the way the light from the streetlamps passed through the car. Being amazed at the view from the front seat, I didn’t say much. Some soft music was played on the radio in the car, which made me feel relaxed. When we arrived at the hospital, mom guided me through the parking garage and led me to a small emergency waiting room. There was only a row of white chairs along each wall and a TV which weighed roughly three hundred pounds.
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1. 续写词数应为150词左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Paragraph 1:
My mom handed me a bag of chocolate and left the emergency room to make her rounds.
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Paragraph 2:
On the drive home, I asked mom if she had seen a man whose arms were injured badly.
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My father, Michael, led me through the little wooden house he’d filled with his paintings. “When I have an exhibition ...” he began, pointing to the artworks he’d created, before stopping. “Poor Pa,” I thought. In 1994 he got Parkinson’s Disease (帕金森氏病), which had shocked the whole family as he was only in his forties.
A husband and father to three, Pa had had a successful career running an advertising agency and had always been extremely creative. Outside of work, he’d spent 15 years fronting the cover band, Musical Chairs, which performed at the pub in Sydney’s Double Bay each week and, when I became a mother, he developed a very close bond with my daughter.
Even when his Parkinson’s advanced, my father decided he wanted to paint. “Why don’t you try classes?”my mum Louisa suggested to him. He agreed. In art lessons, the class practised painting still life objects, like pears, but my father had other ideas for his inspiration. He began producing abstract pieces, inspired by his favourite artist, Jackson Pollock, a leading abstract expressionist. “Why abstract?” I asked him. “Because,” he replied,“it helps us to see the world around us in a different way. You can look at these paintings and ask ‘what if?’”
Soon, I realized he was right. When I observed my father’s work, I could interpret each of them in many ways. Once he got started, he showed no signs of slowing down. The little house was quickly filled with more and more works.
But in 2019, Pa developed cancer and was given just three months to live. The thought of losing him was too much for any of my family to accept, but we soon received great news that a new form of treatment can help him greatly. Since he continued speaking about wanting to share his paintings with the world, I knew what had to be done.
注意：
1.续写词数应为150左右；
2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
I told him I would help organize an exhibition.
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A month later, the big day finally came.
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6 . When I first met Sarah, all I noticed was her drool (口水) running from the corner of her mouth. As Mrs. Wagner pushed the wheelchair towards me, I felt
For the entire morning, I was uneasy. Eventually, I nerved
She patted (拍) my shoulder gently and said, “Natalie, Sarah
Why? I didn’t need a deskmate with running drool! I decided to
Mrs. Wagner asked me, “Natalie,
I had to
Firstly, Matt kicked the ball and it came to me. I handed it to Sarah and she
“You got him out!” I shouted. Sarah
At the end of the day, Sarah read a journal entry to us, “My
Sarah
| A．excited | B．concerned | C．interested | D．disappointed |
| A．herself | B．himself | C．myself | D．ourselves |
| A．seat | B．classroom | C．school | D．teacher |
| A．needs | B．refuses | C．deceives | D．defends |
| A．help | B．thank | C．scare | D．ignore |
| A．math | B．gym | C．music | D．art |
| A．why | B．where | C．how | D．when |
| A．hands | B．schedule | C．throat | D．shoes |
| A．moreover | B．although | C．besides | D．however |
| A．complain | B．display | C．agree | D．forgive |
| A．lifted | B．handed | C．kicked | D．threw |
| A．laughed | B．shouted | C．cried | D．jumped |
| A．meaningless | B．sensitive | C．romantic | D．wonderful |
| A．first | B．second | C．next | D．last |
| A．criticized | B．smiled | C．justified | D．donate |
假定你是李华，与留学生朋友Bob约好一起去书店，因故不能赴约。请给他写封邮件，内容包括：
1.表示歉意；
2.说明原因；
3.另约时间。
注意：
1.词数100左右；
2.可以适当增加细节，以使行文连贯。
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8 . Going out for a walk with their sons is a simple task for most fathers. But for Martin Ralfe and his one-year-old boy Leo, it can be a real
The pair have shared their special bond on Tik Tok and gone viral after showing how they go out for the day. Martin says it was actually his wife who
He said, “Our favorite
Martin’s TikTok account has thousands of
| A．pleasure | B．challenge | C．journey | D．misfortune |
| A．make | B．imagine | C．plan | D．enjoy |
| A．refuses | B．attempts | C．fails | D．decides |
| A．running away | B．settling down | C．falling down | D．hanging out |
| A．allowed | B．encouraged | C．taught | D．required |
| A．admitted | B．argued | C．protested | D．regretted |
| A．honest | B．generous | C．confident | D．ambitious |
| A．workouts | B．games | C．experiments | D．activities |
| A．catching | B．saving | C．feeding | D．raising |
| A．fortunately | B．particularly | C．probably | D．suddenly |
| A．followers | B．competitors | C．teammates | D．editors |
| A．honour | B．appreciate | C．protect | D．educate |
| A．keeping | B．playing | C．monitoring | D．making |
| A．comments | B．orders | C．suggestions | D．memories |
| A．different | B．normal | C．responsible | D．lucky |
An Act of Neighborliness
The skies were dark. A strong wind was blowing hard, cutting my face like a sharp knife. Rain fell in big drops and thunder and lightning flashed across the skies. I shook with cold and fear as I walked home, through the streams of muddy water. Some people were rushing by, completely wet in the heavy rain.
Along the way, I saw some schoolchildren holding their heavy schoolbags tightly and rushing home, I also saw that some road repair work had been abandoned by workers. Obviously, the workers had left in a hurry because of the storm. There were few signs and it was hard to see what was on the road. There were pieces of wood and metal and it looked like a hole had been dug and hurriedly covered with boards.
I moved on but suddenly stopped as I heard some sounds. It sounded like children crying. I quickly turned back and went back to the place from where the sounds came. I was frightened! To my sadness, I found that two small children had fallen into the hole on the road. The boards had moved away with the force of the rushing water. I could hardly see the children as it was dark all around me. I told them that I was going to look for help. I knew the neighbors well, and they all shared a sense of neighborliness, willing to give a hand.
注意：
1. 续写词数应为100左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
I rushed to the nearest house, Mr. Lee’s, and told him about the problem.
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Hearing of what had happened, the children’s parents were in relief.
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10 . When travelling on the railway, I always arrive early to take photos or films of trains on my phone. I do it for my teenage boys. I’ll text these images to them, and they’ll text back saying “great pics”, and occasionally get very excited if I’ve videoed a rare engine.
My older one, Solomon, now 17, had an early and strong interest in trains. By the age of two, he had identified his favourite train of all the Class 465, a four-car electric multiple unit. One day, passing the railway station, he started laughing with pleasure. A train was waiting at the far platform. It looked like a 465 to me by its shape and size, but Solomon noticed it had five cars instead of four and most important of all, the first three digits of its number were 376. It excited him that he had discovered not only a new train but a new set of numbers, too. Classes 465 and 376 are common, but each train has its own unique number. That is part of the appeal, specifics and detail.
My younger boy, Valentine, 15, came to trains through a different route: new technology. I was walking past our local station when I saw something special. A new train I’d never seen before. If such a train could exist in my rundown local station, anything was possible. Science fiction just became science fact. I had just seen the Class 395, the Javelin, Britain’s fastest train. A few months later, there would be one leaving our station every half hour to London.
Valentine adored the Javelin. Trips became fraught because both boys wanted to travel on their favourite train - the Class 465 versus the Javelin. We negotiated with them - we’d take the 465 on the way there, the Javelin back home. Everyone was happy.
My husband is also a railfan. Having the boys has allowed him to pursue his passion. Trains are our shared passion, a timeless source of pleasure.
1. Why does the author photograph trains whenever possible?| A．To kill time. |
| B．To make money. |
| C．To share online. |
| D．To delight her children. |
| A．He noticed five brand-new cars. |
| B．He discovered his favourite train. |
| C．He corrected his mother’s mistake. |
| D．He spotted a new set of train numbers. |
| A．Luxurious. | B．Thrilling. |
| C．Stressful. | D．Unlikely. |
| A．Trainspotting Bonds My Family. |
| B．Trainspotting Satisfies My Children. |
| C．Trainspotting Emphasizes Train Details. |
| D．Trainspotting Witnesses Technology Development. |
