My father as well as his workmates（）to Beijing.

A．is knowing

B．has known

C．knows

D．had known

Dialogue Two

Joshua: Dad.. Allowance day. Can I have my allowance？

Father: Oh. I forgot about that.

Joshua: You ALWAYS forget.

Father: I guess I do.____ 5____

Joshua: Just $13.

Father: Well， I‘ m not sure if I have that much.

Joshua: Go to the bank.____ 6 ____

Father: Lots of money， uh？ Uh， well. I think the bank is closed.

Joshua: Then， what about your secret money jar under your bed？

Father: Oh， I guess I could do that.____ 7 ____

Joshua: I‘ m going to put some in savings， give some to the poor people， and use the rest to buybooks.

Father: Well， that sounds great， Joshua.

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A.So， what are you going to do with the money？

B.You have lots of money.

C.How much do I owe you？

D.Do you have anything in mind？

LIU HUI：Hi, Mei.(1)Are you settling in well here in this city

BAI MEI：Well, thank you very much for asking. Everything is going OK.

LIU HUI:(2)Did they all join you living here BAI MEI：

Oh no. My parents have their own lives because my father has a grocery store. So he must take care of his business and my mother stays with him.

LIU HUI：Oh, I got it.(3)Are they in their school years

BAI MEI：Yes, they all attend the international schools here, but I still teach them Chinese at home.

LIU HUI:(4)What kind of food do you usually have with your family

BAI MEI：Everyone in the family loves Chinese food. But we have western food on some special occasions, you know, I have an American hubby.

LIU HUI：Right.(5)

BAI MEI：Pleasure.

A. Thank you for sharing this with me.

B. That's very interesting.

C. How is everything

D. How about your children

E. How is your family _Bai Mei： tells Liu Hui about her family_. …

in and had large blue eyes. I could have loved him as I did my mother, but he seemed to hold us off so that we could not approach him or sit on his knee as love to do. I believe he had a hard life as a child, and I know that he left school at the age of ten and started to work. This made him an unsociable man, unfriendly even to the people closest to him. I never knew him to have a close friend as the other men did.

Everything he did had to be precise. If he chopped the sticks for the fire, each stick would be the same length and thickness as all the others, and they would all be stacked without one out of place. His motto was “ If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing well”. In our household his word was law and nobody dared dispute it.

He worked hard when in a job and saw to it that we children learned the meaning of work. My mother did not have much pleasure but I do not remember her ever complaining ---- except on Sunday afternoons when father would take off his clothes and get into bed, leaving her to mend his working clothes while he had his rest. This she disliked very much, for the clothes were dirty from the work he had been doing and she hated handling anything that was not clean.

The writer found it difficult to understand her father because he ____.

A.looked distant

B.rejected affection

C.ill-treated the family

D.hated keeping company with children

What did the writer think made her father unsociable？A.An unhappy childhood

B.A lack of friends

C.No interest in hobbies

D.Not smoking or drinking

What was particular about the sticks for the fire chopped by her father？A.They were arranged in a patter

B.They were chopped in only one place

C.They were similar in length

D.They all weighed the same

The writer’s father believed that ____.A.you should only do things for which you have the ability

B.only important jobs are worth doing well

C.you should only attempt worthwhile jobs

D.anything you do should be done to your best ability

What did the writer’s mother dislike about Sunday afternoons？A.Working while her husband rested

B.Repairing her husband’s clothes.

C.Not being able to derive any pleasure from what she herself found delightful.

D.Touching unclean clothes.

请帮忙给出每个问题的正确答案和分析，谢谢！

but I thought I hated her.In her first class, she asked us to write a piece about an influencial person, place or memory. I chose to write my lake house, a topic I had already written about and received a vast amount of praise for. Put simply, it was the place that my parents met and fell in love.This teacher knew about my original piece and she was not happy. Throught the school year,we would pass each other in the hall, never saying a word to each other.It was not until February of 2012 that we spoke at the most unusual of places, my father’s funeral. At first, I was angry that she showed up. Did she even care？ She didn’t even know him! I stood, watching her give a deep bow to my father’s coffin, completely confused!It was not until she approached me that I realized she was crying even harder than I was.“Kali,” she said, “I am so sorry. My own father passed away just three weeks ago, and I completely feel your pain.” I was shocked. I understood that she had also lost her father, but I didn’t see the connection between us just yet. She had rejected my writing. That was not something that I was willing to so early forgive.A couple of weeks later, she went into my study hall and placed an envelope on my desk.In the letter, she told me her father, also had cancer, also passed away in six months’ time and he was her best friend too. It was not just this letter, but this act of kindness that taught me my,greatest life lesson. Losing has taught us both how to appreciate life. For that lesson, I am always grateful.

39. Why did the author hate Mrs. Geurin at first？

A. Mrs. Geurin said somethig bad about the author’s father.

B. Mrs. Geurin gave the author a hard topic to write about.

C. Mrs. Geurin didn’t appreciate the author’s writing.

D. Mrs. Geurin didn’t like the author’s lake house.

40. Hearing what Mrs. Geurin said at the funeral, the author _____.

A. was grateful to her

B. still didn’t forgive her

C. felt ashamed of herself

D. found they had a lot in common

41. What changed the relationship between Mrs. Geurin and the author？

A. Her apology to the author.

B. Her visit to the lake house.

C. Both losing a good friend

D. A similar sad experience

42. What’s best title for the text？

A. My first teacher

B. My beloved father

C. Seeking common ground

D. Breaking down the emotional barrier

hing about the victory celebrations in the small town where I lived. We had not suffered much from the war there, though like most children of my age, I was used to see-ing bombed houses in the streets and the enormous army lorries passing through. But both at home and at school I had become accustomed to the phrases "before the war" and "when the war's over." "Before the war," apparently, things had been better, though I was too young to understand why, except there had been no bombs then, and people had eaten things like ice cream and bananas, which I had only heard of. When the war was over, we would go back to London, but this meant very little to me. I did not remember what Lon-don was like.

What I remember now about VE Day was the afternoon and the evening. It was a fine May day. I remember coming home at about five o'clock. My father and mother came in about an hour later. After dinner I said I wanted to see the bonfire (篝火), so when it got dark my father took me to the end of the street. The bonfire was very high, and some peo-ple had collected some old clothes to dress the unmistakable figure with the moustache (小胡子) they had put on top of it. Just as we arrived, they set light to it. The flames rose and soon covered the "guy." Everyone was cheering and shouting, and an old woman came out of her house with two chairs and threw them on the fire to keep the fire going.

I stood beside my father until the fire started to go down, not knowing what to say. He said nothing either. He had fought in the First World War and may have been remem-bering the end of that. At last he said, "Well, that's it, son. Let's hope that this time it really will be the last one. "

Where did the narrator live before the Second World War？

A．In a small city.

B．In London.

C．In Europe.

D．In the countryside.

One day, the principle（校长)came into our room and, after talking to the teacher, for

some reason said: “I wish all of the white students to stand for a moment.” I rose with the others.The teacher looked at me and, calling my name, said: “You sit down for the present, and rise with the others.” I did not quite understand her.She repeated: “You sit down now, and rise with the others.” I sat down puzzled.I saw and heard nothing.When the other were asked to rise, I did not know it.When school was dismissed, I went out unconsciously.A few of the white boys laughed at me, saying: “Oh, you’re a nigger, too.”

I hurried on as fast as I could to where my looking-glass hung on the wall in my own little room.For an instant I was afraid to look, but when I did, I looked long and earnestly.I was accustomed t o hearing remarks about my beauty, but now, for the first time, I became conscious of it and recognized it.I noticed the ivory(象牙)whiteness of my skin, the beauty of my mouth, the size and the liquid darkness of my eyes.I ran downstairs and rushed to wh ere my mother was sitting.I buried my head in her lap and cried out: “Mother, tell me, am I a nigger？” I could not see her face, but I felt her hands on my head.I looked up into her face.There were tears in her eyes and I could see that she was sufferin g for me.And then it was that.

I looked at her critically for the first time.I had thought of her in a childish way only as the most beautiful woman in the world; now I looked at her searching for defects(缺点).I could see that her skin was almost brown,and that she did differ in some way from the other ladies who came to the house; yet, even so I could see that she was more beautiful than any of them.She must have felt that I was examining her, for she hid her face in my hair and said with difficulty：“No, my darling, you are not a nigger.” She went on: “If anyone calls you a nigger, don’t notice them.”

But the more she talked, the less was I reassured, and I stopped her by asking:“Well, mother, am I white？ Are you white？” She answered tremblingly(颤抖的): “No, I am not white, but your father is one of the greatest men in the country.The best blood of the South is in you.” This suddenly opened up in my heart a fresh fear, and I almost fiercely demanded: “Who is my father？ Where is he？” She stroked my hair and said: “I’ll tell you about him some day.” I sobbed(抽泣): “I want to know now.” She answered: “No, not now.”

1.We can infer from the passage that “a nigger ”means().

A.a white person

B.a black person

C.anyone that is not white

D.anyone that i s not black

2.When the teacher asked him to sit down and rise with the others ,the author was confused because().

A.he never considered himself a non-white person

B.he thought the teacher didn’t recognize him

C.he thought he should be considered

D.he thought it rude for the teacher to call his name

3.It was on that day that he began to realize that().

A.he was a nigger

B.he was different from others because of his beauty

C.his color was like that of his mother

D.he differed from oth er white people even with his beauty

4.From the passage we can learn that().

A.the boy’s father left them for some reasons

B.the boy’s mother didn’t want to mention his father at all

C.the boy never met his father before

D.the boy’s mother hated his father

5.This passage generally tells us a story of ().

A.a boy who suddenly realized that he was a colored person

B.a boy who had been looked down upon because he had no father

C.the miserable life of colored people

D.the life of a one-parent family

A.one of my father's friends

B.one of my father's friend

C.one of my fathers' friends

D.a friend of my father