1 . I woke up with a painful back this moming.This was not
From the split in one shoe,I knew that it wouldn’t be too long
Later,after walking the dogs,watching the sunrise and eating breakfast,I was feeling a lot
At some point in your life you need to
| A．unusual | B．unknown | C．appealing | D．appropriate |
| A．shoes | B．coat | C．clothes | D．trousers |
| A．symbols | B．signals | C．signs | D．marks |
| A．since | B．until | C．before | D．after |
| A．tense | B．painful | C．better | D．worse |
| A．strange | B．dark | C．moving | D．delightful |
| A．normal | B．useful | C．different | D．great |
| A．in respect of | B．in spite of | C．in addition to | D．in terms of |
| A．if | B．while | C．as | D．because |
| A．soul | B．comforted | C．assigned | D．wish |
| A．describe | B．decide | C．display | D．deny |
| A．seems | B．looks | C．grows | D．keeps |
| A．young | B．mature | C．strong | D．weak |
| A．start | B．step | C．make | D．put |
| A．under | B．from | C．behind | D．without |
2 . The scent of hot bread drifting from the shops along the Street of Flour was sweeter than any perfume Arya had ever smelled. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the pigeon. It was a plump one, speckled brown, busily pecking at a crust that had fallen between two cobblestones, but when Arya’s shadow touched it, it took to the air.
Her stick sword whistled out and caught it two feet off the ground, and it went down in a flurry of brown feathers. She was on it in the blink of an eye, grabbing a wing as the pigeon flapped and fluttered. It pecked at her hand. She grabbed its neck and twisted until she felt the bone snap.
Compared with catching cats, pigeons were easy.
She tied the pigeon to her belt and started down the street. A man was pushing a load of tarts by on a two-wheeled cart; the smells sang of blueberries and lemons and apricots. Her stomach made a hollow rumbly noise. “Could I have one?” she heard herself say. “A lemon, or…or any kind.”
The pushcart man looked her up and down. Plainly he did not like what he saw. “Three coppers.”
Arya tapped her wooden sword against the side of her boot. “I’ll trade you a fat pigeon,” she said.
“The Others take your pigeon,” the pushcart man said.
The tarts were still warm from the oven. The smells were making her mouth water, but she did not have three coppers... or one. She gave the pushcart man a look, remembering what Syrio had told her about seeing. He was short, with a little round belly, and when he moved he seemed favor his left leg a little. She was just thinking that if she snatched a tart and ran he would never be able to catch her when he said, “You be keeping your filthy hands off. The gold cloaks know how to deal with thieving little gutter rats, that they do.”
Arya glanced warily behind her. Two of the City Watch were standing at the mouth of an alley. Their cloaks hung almost to the ground, the heavy wool dyed a rich gold; their mail and boots and gloves were black. One wore a long sword at his hip, the other an iron cudgel. With a last wistful glance at the tarts, Arya edged back from the cart and hurried off. The gold cloaks had not been paying her any special attention, but the sight of them tied her stomach in knots. Arya had been staying as far from the castle as she could get, yet even from a distance she could see the heads rotting atop the high red walls. Flocks of crows squabbled noisily over each head, thick as flies. The talk in Flea Bottom was that the gold cloaks had associated themselves with the Lannisters, their commander raised to a lord, with lands on the Trident and a seat on the king’s council.
1. The story is set in a place where ______.| A．people raised pigeons | B．only privileged people lived |
| C．people sold and bought food | D．the watchmen received training |
| A．metaphor | B．overstatement |
| C．personification (拟人) | D．rhetoric rhyme |
| A．Remembering people’s appearance so that you can recognize them. |
| B．Perceiving people’s intention so that you can properly talk to them. |
| C．Understanding people’s living conditions so that you can help them. |
| D．Knowing people’ strengths and weaknesses so that you can beat them |
| A．Arya was more hunger than terrified in the story. |
| B．The Lannisters was a big enemy of the gold cloaks. |
| C．The atmosphere of the castle was agreeable and welcome. |
| D．The authority treated the executed people’s dead bodies in a cruel way. |
3 . J.K. Rowling frequently shows there is magic every day. Her Harry Potter series has helped people through times of stress and depression and she is always there to deliver wise words of encouragement.
She is one celebrity who is very active on Twitter. So when a single dad named Matt Burke sent her a message thanking her for the series, she noticed. Her series had helped strengthen his relationship with his 9-year-old daughter Bailey.
He included a link to his article titled Being a Broke Parent. He explained how he hadn’t found a level of financial stability that allowed him to pay bills on time and take his daughter on more activities and events. The family also doesn’t have the Internet or TV, which means there’s no “digital babysitter”, and he has to rely on his own creative ways to bond with his daughter. Since he received the series, the main thing that has occupied them these days is reading books together.
Burke admits that he thought he was “too cool” for the books when they first came out and he was in his twenties, but he’s loving reading them now. “We switch off chapter by chapter reading them out loud,” Burke explains. “This not only allows her to get more used to reading aloud in front of someone, but it gets me directly involved in something she loves, and it gives me the chance to be very dramatic when I read my chapters and bring myself into the characters in the book, which has proven to be a ton of fun.”
After hearing Burke’s story, Rowling said how honored she was when Harry Potter was a part of his family’s life and offered Burke more signed books. Besides, people are also offering to send Burke more books as gifts. For Burke, this experience, far more than gifts, will be what he treasures.
1. Why did Burke thank J.K. Rowling according to the text?| A．She guided him how to write a good story. |
| B．She encouraged him when he was in trouble. |
| C．Her books helped him through times of confusion. |
| D．Her books helped him improve his bond with his daughter. |
| A．He has found it interesting to read the series. |
| B．He was too old to understand the series better. |
| C．He has chosen a better way of reading the series. |
| D．He hopes to play a role in the drama in the future. |
| A．Unique. | B．Normal. | C．Precious. | D．Funny. |
| A．J.K. Rowling chooses to help improve kids’ health. |
| B．J.K. Rowling gives a magical gift to a single father. |
| C．J.K. Rowling has a deep influence on others’ growth. |
| D．Burke comes to know J.K. Rowling through her series. |
4 . 阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。
When I was little, I lived in a house with a beautiful garden full of all kinds of flowers, and roses were the most beautiful of them. There was nothing I enjoyed more than sitting in the garden with my mother as she read stories to me. When I was in primary school and old enough to read, I enjoyed reading stories aloud to her.
I will never forget one day when I was in the third grade. I had been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had rehearsed (排练) my lines so hard with me. But no matter how easily I acted at home, as soon as I stepped onstage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained that she had written a narrator’s (旁白、解说员) part to the play, and asked me to change roles. Her word, kindly expressed, still hurt, especially when I saw my part go to another girl.
I didn’t tell my mother what had happened when I went home after school that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden.
It was May and roses were blossoming and, under the trees, we could also see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) in the grass, as if a painter had painted our garden with red, yellow and green. I watched my mother casually bend down by one dandelion. “I think I’m going to dig up all these weeds,” she said, pulling it up by its roots. “From now on, we’ll have only roses in this garden.”
“But I like dandelions,” I protested. “All flowers are beautiful --- even dandelions.”
My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower is beautiful in its own way, isn’t it?” She asked thoughtfully. I nodded, pleased that I had won her over. “And that is true of people too,” she added. “Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that.” Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled, patting me gently.
“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said.
注意：
1．所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2．续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said,
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After the play, I took home the dandelions.
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It was the last game of the season. Cali had been playing soccer all summer. She really enjoyed chasing the black and white ball across the grassy field. But still, Cali had not scored one single goal. Cali was-pretty-good-at passing the ball, but she couldn’t kick the ball past the goalkeeper. She wondered if she should quit soccer.
“Don’t give up,” said her coach. “You just need to keep trying and you will get better.”
“Don’t give up,” said Uncle George and Aunt Lisa.
But it was half-time, and Cali was feeling frustrated. Every time she got a chance to kick the ball, it would go in the wrong direction or a player from the other team would take control of it. Maybe she would try a different sport next summer.
The break was over. The two teams walked back onto the field, both determined to win. Cali heard her aunt whisper in her ear. “You can do it.”
Cali smiled at her aunt and headed to her position.
The score was tied with one goal each. The yellow team was pretty good, but Cali’s blue team was fast. Cali was off to the side when the ball headed her way. She ran over to it and kicked it. She watched it land right in front of a girl on the yellow team who expertly stopped it and sent it back in the other direction. Cali sighed.
The little girl watched the ball go back and forth between the players. Her heart wasn’t in the game anymore. Cali decided she’d wait until the game was over and then she was going to hang up her soccer boots for good.
She was woken from her daydream by some music. It was the sweet, happy jingle of the ice cream truck. It was driving right beside the soccer field, playing its music loudly to attract customers. The truck stopped. The music kept playing.
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1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡相应位置上作答。
The players on both teams turned to look at it.
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By the time the other girls had noticed, Cali was positioned right in front of the net.
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6 . I fell in love with the minister’s son the winter I turned fourteen. He was not Chinese, but as whitre as Mary in the manger. For Christmas I prayed for this blond-haired boy, Robert. and a slim new American nose.
When I found out that my parents had invited the minister’s family over for Christmas Eve dinner, I cried. What would Robert think of our shabby Chinese Christmas? What would he think of our noisy Chinese relatives who lacked proper American manners? What terrible disappointment would he feel upon seeing not a roasted turkey and sweet potatoes but Chinese food?
On Christmas Eve, I saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. She was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawn（大虾）. The kitchen was littered with shocking mounds if raw food: A slimy rock cod with bulging（鼓起的）eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. Tofu, which looked like stacked wedged of rubbery white sponges. A bowl soaking dried fungus back to life. A plate of liquid, their backs crisscrossed with knife marking, so they resembled bicycle tires.
And then they arrived --- the minister’s family and all my relatives in a clamor（喧闹）of doorbells and rumpled（皱的）Christmas packages. Robert grunted hello, and I pretended he was not worthy of existence.
Dinner threw me deeper into despair. My relatives licked the ends of their chopsticks and reached across the table. Robert and his family waited patiently for patters to be passed to them. My relatives murmured with pleasure when my mother brought out the whole steamed fish. Robert frowned. Then my father reached his chopsticks just below the fish eye and plucked out the soft meat. “Amy, your favorite,” he said, offering me the tender fish cheek. I wanted to disappear.
At the end of the meal, my father leaned back and burped（打嗝）loudly, thanking my mother for her fine cooking. “It’s a polite Chinese custom to show you are satisfied.” explained my father to our astonished guests. Robert was looking down at his plate with a reddened face. The minister managed to bring up a quiet burp. I was stunned into silence for the rest of the night.
After everyone had gone, my mother said to me, “You want to be the same as American girls on the outside.” She handed me an early gift. It was a miniskirt in beige tweed（米黄色粗花呢）. “But inside you must always be Chinese. You must be proud that you are different. Your only shame is to have shame.”
And even though I didn’t agree with her then, I knew that she understood how much I had suffered during the evening’s dinner. It wasn’t until years later long after I had gotten over my crush on Robert ---that I was able to fully appreciate her lesson and the purpose behind her particular menu. For Christmas Eve that year, she had chosen all my favorite food.
1. When the writer found out the minister’s family would come for Christmas Eve dinner, she cried mainly because ______.| A．her mum prepared a disturbingly traditional Chinese dinner. |
| B．she wasn’t ready for her slim new American nose to fir Robert. |
| C．she worried Robert would not accept or bear her Chinese family |
| D．the writer was too nervous to face the minister’s family |
| A．her relatives ignored their American guests |
| B．her family and relatives lacked American manners |
| C．her relatives brought rumpled Christmas package |
| D．Robert didn’t greet me happily when he came to the house |
| A．Mom prepared the special menu to show her love to her daughter |
| B．Robert burped in a quiet way to show understanding of Chinese culture |
| C．the minister’s family enjoyed the food though it is different from theirs |
| D．the writer didn’t appreciate her mother’s effort until the dinner was over |
| A．My Lover, Robert | B．A melting pot | C．Fish Checks | D．Strange Parents |
7 . About five weeks ago, I noticed the skin of our pet lizard was growing dusty. Later, our lizard emerged (出现) from its tank with its old skin flowing behind it. I didn’t think about it much until a morning last week when I knocked my favorite teapot off the table. It burst into hundreds of pieces. As I swept up the mess, I wondered why we had been breaking so many things over the months.
The destruction started three months ago. It was my husband’s birthday. He had just lost his job. The uncertainty was starting to wear on us, so I wanted to do something special.
“Let’s make a cake for Dad!” I cried. My kids screamed with joy. We baked, iced and sprinkled for most of the day. Candles on the cake! Balloons on the walls! Flowers on the table!
Two hours before my husband came back home from another job interview, my daughter climbed up to grab a glass vase from a high shelf. It fell and crashed beside the cake. Tiny pieces of glass were everywhere. She sobbed loudly as I threw the cake away. My husband had banana pudding for his birthday.
Three days ago, the light in our living room suddenly went out. After several frustrating hours of unsuccessful attempts to fix it, my husband suggested watching the Michael Jordan documentary series The Last Dance.
The poignancy (酸楚) of Jordan retiring from his beloved basketball to play baseball and what had pushed him to make such a tough decision took me by surprise. As I watched him take off his basketball uniform and replace it with a baseball uniform, I saw him leaving behind the layer that no longer served him, just as our lizard had. Neither of them chose the moment that had transformed them. But they had to live with who they were after everything was different. Just like us. I realized that we have to learn to leave the past behind.
Humans do not shed skin (蜕皮) as easily as other animals. The beginning of change is upsetting. The process is tiring. Damage changes us before we are ready. I see our lizard, raw and nearly new.
Jordan said that no matter how it ends, it starts with hope. With our tender, hopeful skin, that is where we begin.
1. Why did the author’s husband have banana pudding for his birthday?| A．The birthday cake was ruined. | B．The author made good puddings. |
| C．Pudding was his favorite dessert. | D．They couldn’t afford a birthday cake. |
| A．To prove a theory. | B．To define a concept. |
| C．To develop the theme. | D．To provide the background. |
| A．Treasure Past Experiences. | B．Move on Whatever Happens. |
| C．Love Helps Us through Hardships. | D．Breaking Things Makes No Difference. |
8 . 阅读下面短文，根据所给情节进行续写，使之构成一个完整的故事。
When Marco was a boy, he tried everything to get his father’s love and attention. He worked hard to earn good marks; he tried to be obedient (顺从的), he chose inspiring friends and always tried to behave well.
Sensitive and shy, he was so timid (胆怯的) that he always wore turtleneck shirts. He hid behind his hair, which he wore long around his face and ears. To make it worse, Marco was naturally shorter than the other kids. And because his good marks had allowed him to skip second grade — he was younger than everyone else. This added nothing to his already low self-confidence.
When Marco was eight his parents divorced, and Marco was sent to a boarding school. Six years later, he and his young sister Sandra moved in with their dad and his new wife in S-Leonard, a French Canadian and Italian neighborhood on the east side of Montreal, It felt to Marco that his father had little time for him and Sandra. Except for his demands around chores (日常琐事) after school, communication was nonexistent. It seemed to Marco the only time his dad ever spoke to him was to be demanding. He began to fear to come home from school every day.
Marco sank further into his low self-confidence, feeling unappreciated, inadequate, depressed and confused.
One day, his aunt called him. To Marco, this seemed like a miracle. Aunt Ginette usually only called once a year, on his birthday. She said she had just seen some young teenagers participate in a public speaking contest called Gala Personnalite sponsored by Club Optimiste — and she thought about him. She thought he, should give it a try. She told him she firmly believed he could perform on stage like the other kids.
Marco was greatly surprised. Him? Onstage? In a public speaking contest? To agree would be contrary to his entire shy, timid personality. But Aunt Ginette was so confident. She seemed really serious. She was sure it was something he could do. She truly believed in him. And feeling her strong belief, Marco agreed to enter the contest.
注意：
1. 所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
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An energy flooded him, which he never felt before.
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When the big night arrived, his family were all in the audience.
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9 . I live on Canada’s west coast and my son lives on its east coast. He has visited his mother and me a number of times and we have visited him there with some
Then, one day, there was a knock at the door and when I opened it, in walked my son carrying a pot of flowers. He hadn’t told us he was coming and seeing him was a wonderful
I think that, as parents we tend to think of our children as being young and being in need of
My son left recently for his home and again I was in tears but it was
| A．frequency | B．appointment | C．privilege | D．preference |
| A．fence | B．distance | C．ocean | D．continent |
| A．on our own | B．by ourselves | C．of our own | D．in person |
| A．shock | B．cheat | C．fault | D．pray |
| A．understanding | B．sympathy | C．guidance | D．empathy |
| A．Anyhow | B．Somehow | C．Somewhat | D．Furthermore |
| A．legal | B．pure | C．sudden | D．embarrassing |
| A．encouragement | B．saving | C．mercy | D．support |
| A．maintaining | B．protecting | C．calculating | D．forecasting |
| A．comfortable | B．dynamic | C．elegant | D．harmonious |
| A．calling off | B．putting off | C．taking off | D．setting off |
| A．agenda | B．chaos | C．panic | D．load |
| A．convincing | B．humble | C．competent | D．gentle |
| A．similar | B．related | C．different | D．visible |
| A．relieved | B．released | C．impressed | D．moved |
In 2000, when I was six years old, my parents, sister, and I were coming back from a baseball game. Little did we know that a big surprise was waiting for us in our driveway. We spotted two adult geese and a small gosling. The adults were frightened away by our return, but their baby was still too young to follow. We were no strangers to the ways of wildlife, so we avoided physical contact with the young gosling out of fear that he would stay with us and be lost to his family forever.
Hours passed, and night fell. With it came a deep chill and a fear of watchful predators. The tiny little thing was wandering around our yard, unaware of what could happen. It was clear that he needed protection, warmth, and food to survive until morning. At that point, we knew we had to bring him into our house.
We all slept with one eye open till morning came. And then another morning. Each morning, we would try to drive the goose over to his parents, who kept coming back to our yard. He wouldn’t go to them, though, and they wouldn’t come close enough to claim him. We kept this up for five days, but no luck. The young goose had decided we were his new family, so we had to give him a name, Peeper.
Days turned into weeks, months until almost a year passed. We settled into a routine filled with feathery hugs. One evening, my uncle came. My dad wanted to show him Peeper. He threw Peeper up in the air, but he just flew off. Everyone was sad and worried. We looked for Peeper for days, but he didn’t come back. We hoped he had gone to join a flock of his own kind. Again, days turned into weeks, months, and then years. I missed my little buddy. I would call for him every time I saw a flock of geese in V-formation. Twenty years passed, and Peeper became a fond memory for my family.
注意：
(1)所续写短文的词数应为150词左右；
(2)续写部分分为两段，每段开头语已经给出。
In 2019, an aging adult goose came to my family home.
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After this goose came back repeatedly for two weeks, it became clear to me that this was Peeper.
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