1 . 听下面一段独白,回答以下小题。
1. Where was Open Tchaikovsky Competition held in 1986?A.In Moscow. | B.In Chelyabinsk. | C.In Berlin. |
A.It inspired many young musicians. |
B.It was the music event of his dreams. |
C.It was a life-changing experience. |
A.Rock music. | B.Pop music. | C.Classical music. |
A.Expressiveness. | B.Smoothness. | C.Completeness. |
1. What helps Karl most to become successful?
A.Hard work. | B.Good training. | C.A set schedule. |
A.He has good meals. | B.He has a good rest. | C.He does more training. |
A.At about 8: 30 a. m. | B.At about 9: 00 a. m. | C.At about 9: 50 a. m. |
A.To avoid the mistakes they’ve made. |
B.To relax themselves completely. |
C.To know the opposing team. |
3 . Chris Turnbull, 39, finished the touching 3,856 km run on September 16, in the Sydney suburb of Manly, becoming the quickest runner from Perth to Sydney. He
Mr Turnbull had a(n)
Mr Turnbull had run every single day from his beachside home in the Sydney suburb of Clontarf to his
With his 40th birthday
To make it in record time, Mr Turnbull was running between 100 km and 105 km daily.He had to
Mr Turnbull’s wife, along with their two kids, had been tracking his
A.hit | B.beat | C.refused | D.defended |
A.set | B.accept | C.hold | D.offer |
A.compared | B.limited | C.committed | D.accustomed |
A.fancy | B.invitation | C.excuse | D.request |
A.skilled | B.amazed | C.expert | D.present |
A.hospital | B.office | C.restaurant | D.school |
A.persuaded | B.promised | C.inspired | D.advanced |
A.support | B.cheat | C.test | D.bother |
A.on hand | B.in advance | C.in the air | D.at an end |
A.adjust | B.challenge | C.encourage | D.keep |
A.lose control of | B.take charge of | C.put up with | D.play jokes on |
A.guilty | B.aware | C.independent | D.incapable |
A.target | B.progress | C.performance | D.purpose |
A.eagerly | B.impatiently | C.permanently | D.peacefully |
A.gesture | B.touch | C.hug | D.glance |
Chasing a Dream
I will never forget that November day. It was hotter than normal — too hot. My throat felt like a field of cotton, cracked with the summer heat, as I waited for the gun to fire. This was the day we had waited so long for. I looked out at the crowd; dozens of familiar faces flashed across my view. They had come for me. They were counting on me. I saw my dad set his watch, with worry and excitement on his face. Adrenaline (肾上腺素) pumped through my body, and the race began.
For the first two and a half miles, I felt great. I had never before been so ready for something. The weeks leading up to the race were filled with strictly controlled practices and a strict diet. My friends hadn’t seen me in weeks, but they understood the sacrifice required to make my dream a reality.
My dad and I had been working towards this race for three years. It was everything to me, and it was everything to my dad. He was a runner and was excited by my success in running. He made it to every race, even flying home early from business trips to see me run. I always listened for his voice — telling me to relax my arms, calling out my time. He pushed me. He cheered for me. He believed in me. We spent countless hours on the sandy canals. Breathing in the dust of the desert, the blossoms (花簇) of the orange trees, we made our way across the city. We pounded miles and miles into our running shoes, marking with every step the path to greatness.
But without warning, when I was 200 yards away from the finish line, my legs stopped working. My lungs fought to take in enough air, and my feet transformed into cement (水泥) bricks. I still don’t know what happened in those last few moments. Nothing I could do would make them hold my weight. They were as weak as jelly.
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Even though I knew my dreams of victory were destroyed, I had to finish the race.
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________When I entered my first rodeo (牛仔竞技比赛), I was 12 years old. It was more like a play day than a rodeo, but to a 12-year-old girl like me, I felt like I was at the National Finals Rodeo!
As to barrel racing (绕桶赛), I didn’t know much about it, only what my dad had told me. But I had been determined to enter the play and win the play ever since I was told that my not so much older competitive cousin Courtney would be there. This was my night to finally show her that I could ride a horse just as good or better, and do anything else she could do. She was in for a surprise!
Courtney always thought she was better than me. She always said her horse was better than mine, too. Courtney had a Palomino horse named Buck. He was fast, and beautiful. My horse was a big Appaloosa named Zipper. He wasn’t beautiful or flashy like Buck but he was kind and willing to please the skinny little girl that fed him sugars every day after a day of riding. That was the reason I knew we could beat Courtney, because we had something she didn’t — a partnership, one we both respected.
Courtney and I were in the 12-14 age group. As I watched the men in the arena (竞技场) set the three barrels up in their places, I felt nervous and a little scared for the first time that night. Though I had previously practiced a lot with Zipper, and Zipper raced fast and made turns stably, I still got upset when thinking about racing against Courtney!
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, I felt a warm familiar hand on my shoulder. It was Dad. He smiled at me, saying, “Are you scared or nervous? Or both?” “Both, but I’m more scared that I’m going to mess up,” I replied, truthfully.
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“You won’t. Just have faith in yourself, and Zipper,” Dad said.
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Game over, I took Zipper to rest, giving him sugars for a job well done.
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My dad and I had been looking forward to the Stale cross-country race of my senior year of high school, which would be the climax (顶点) of my existence.
I was the fastest runner on my team, and I was supposed to make it into the top fifteen. We had been working towards this race for three years. It was everything to me, and it was everything to my dad. He was a runner and was wild with joy by my success in running. He made it to every race, even flying home early from business trips to see me run. I always listened for his voice, which rang above the crowd-telling me to relax my arms, calling out my time. He pushed me. He cheered for me. He believed in me. We spent countless hours on the sandy canals of Arizona. Breathing in the dust of the desert, the blossoms of the orange trees, and the terrible smell of the dairy farm, we made our way across the city. We pounded miles and miles into our running shoes, marking with every step the path to greatness. It was a journey that was just ours. A dream passed on from one generation to the next.
Then the big day came. It was hotter than normal - too hot. My throat felt like a field of cotton, cracked with the summer heat, as I waited for the gun to fire. I gazed out at the crowd; dozens of familiar faces from church and school flickered across my view. They had come for me. They were counting on me. I saw my dad set his watch, worry and excitement etched across his face. With the sound of a gunshot, the race began.
For the first two and half miles, I felt great. I had never before been so ready for something. The weeks leading up to the race were filled with hard practices and a strict diet. The scorching sun beat upon my back, blinding me with its brilliance. Nothing was going to stop me, though.
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However, without warning, my strength was running out.
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A.Hard work. | B.Good training. | C.A set schedule. |
A.At about 8:30. | B.At about 9:20. | C.At about 9:50. |
A.Have lunch. |
B.Attend a team meeting. |
C.Do warm-up exercises. |
A.To make themselves relax. |
B.To notice the mistakes they’ve made. |
C.To know the kinds of tips the other team use. |
The FIFA World Cup is
As the flagship tournament of the most popular sport in the world, no event has such an extraordinary global reach as the FIFA World Cup™. With the
Unique stadium
My first and last time running a full marathon
It
The moment the starting gun went off, the empty road
The sun
In future, I will probably not have a second chance to run a full marathon, for I had lung surgery the following year and
In high school, Dad got me to play football in the first place. I enjoyed throwing the ball around with my friends, but I didn’t think I had what it took to play on a team. “I’m no football player,” I told my dad. “You’ll never know what you’re capable of unless you give it a try, Adam,” he told me. So, I did. It would give me a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence. I remember how proud he was when I won some awards and the hug he gave me after I received my congratulation letter. There was rarely a game where Dad wasn’t on the sidelines, cheering me on.
Four years of hard preseason football camps came down to my last game. I urged my dad to bring our video camera.
I waved at my parents before the opening kick-off, and put on my game face. My pads broke as I made contact with the offensive players. I grabbed at the clothes of their running back and dragged him to the field. A loud cheer came from the sidelines. There was Dad with the camera, cheering like crazy. By the end of the game, I had stopped seven players and a sacking (擒杀) — my best performance ever, a perfect end to my career. I ran into my dad’s arms. I was sweaty and smelly, but he hugged me anyway. I couldn’t wait to watch the tape — experience every moment again.
As soon as we got in the house, I took the tape out of the camera and put it in the player. My dad, mum, sister and I sat down in the living room in front of the big screen TV. I pressed Play. The video started. The two teams, lined up before the game, then the running back taking the handoff, running up to the line, me reaching out, and then…the sky and clouds! I could hear my dad screaming “Way to go, Adam!” as images of the sky shook up and down on screen.
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I leaned forward to see the next big play.
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The tape ended and Dad was quiet.
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