His mother told me that he ______ read quite well at the age of five. A) should B) would C)

A、I am afraid so

B、I hope not

C、I don’t hope

D、I am afraid not

George told me he could not come here because his mother is ill --____________

A.It’s good

B.That’s bad

C.He is impolite

D.What a pity!

Wolfgang's father told him he couldn't play the piano yet because______.

A. his sister was taking lessons

B. he had to help his mother

C. he was too small

D. he had to wait for his sister to finish practising

His face is close to the bathroom mirror，getting ready to pop a pimple(粉刺).“I told you not to do that，”I warn him. “It’ll leave scars on your face.” He doesn't say anything.No matter how much l warn him，that pimple still has to go.

“Did you call your mother back last night？”I ask，trying to change the subject.He nods，still concentrating on the pimple.I lean on the side of the door, hoping he’ll give me more details about his conversation with his mother.who lives in Korea.

I' ve come a long way to get where I am today.I did pretty well in high school and attended Harvard University.We met after I moved to New York City to accept an amazing job offer.Things couldn’t have been better，and I thought that I had the perfect life—until I found myself campaigning for his mother’s respect.

To remind him that I’m still waiting，I uncomfortably ask，“Did my name get mentioned？”He finally looks at me.‘‘Yeah，as usual，she asked if we’d broken up yet.’’For the past three years we’ve been dating，his mother has told him repeatedly to end our relationship because‘‘there are a lot of nice Korean girls’’ she wants him to meet. She complains that I have a career and that I had my own place. She detects flaws everywhere.

I have a career because I want to fulfill my dreams、not because I dislike raising a family.I got my own place because my job required me to move, not because I hated my family. As a Filipino—American born in the Philippines and raised in America，I haven’t forgotten the importance of family values and traditions.

Still concentrating on the pimple，he doesn’t notice how depressed I have become. I feel as if l’d become the pimple，only I’m receiving less attention each day.I walk quietly back to the bedroom and start packing my things.I loosen the beautiful ring on my finger and leave it on top of the bureau(梳妆台).I walk past the bathroom and out the door, locking it behind me.

31.The Korean mother dislikes the author mainly because she_____.

A.does not respect the mother

B.does not have a well paid job

C.has not attended a good university

D.is not a traditional Korean girl

32.“I got my own place’’(para.5)implies that the author_____.

A.was a respectable figure

B.didn’t live with her parents

C.was not a successful girl

D.didn’t live with her boyfriend

33.Which of the following is true？

A.The author hates her boy friend’s mother.

B.The boyfriend dislikes her independence.

C.The boyfriend is in love with a Korean girl.

D.The author is a successful career woman.

34.The sentence omitted at the end of the story might be_____.

A.All of a sudden，I feel free.

B.What on earth can I do？

C.I will come back some day.

D.At last，I got rid of him.

35.The word that best describes the author is_____.

A.radical

B.independent

C.dependent

D.old-fashioned

Which of the following sentences is INCORRECT？

A．I told him this morning that I should be twenty tomorrow.

B．My mother just asked me where I had been.

C．Formerly people did not know the earth moves.

D．She said that he was sleeping in her room.

Raju and His Father's Shop

My mother told me a story every evening while we waited for father to close the shop and come 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 laughter—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 eye. 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 rice 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 a 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 the yards, I suppose, but the passage through it gave me a cold sweat. I expected wild animals and supernatural creatures to emerge and grab mc. My mother waited on the doorstep 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 rice-pot 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 hero, 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.

Which of the following was NOT what we can infer from the conversation between Father and the cartmen？

A．Sometimes during lawsuits, one side or the other tricked the law, probably by finding faults in the legal code which were favorable to themselves.

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

C．Matters related to fanning were of great interest to them.

D．The magistrates were ludicrous.

A very old lady won a million dollars in a lottery(彩票). Her son and his wife heard the news on the radio. “How are we going to tell your mother？” the wife asked. “The shock might kill her!”

“That's true,” the son said. “Perhaps we'd better speak to her doctor about it. He'll know how to break(告诉)the news to her gently.”

They explained the situation to the old lady's doctor.

“I'm glad you told me,” he said, “A shock, even a happy one, could give her a heart attack. Leave it to me. I'll find a way of breaking the news to her.”

He thought about the problem for several days, then decided what he would say. He called on(拜访)the old lady and sat by her beside. He took her hand in his. “Let's play a game, my dear,” he said. “Let's Pretend' game.”

“Oh, yes,” the old lady said. “I love 'Let's Pretend' game.”

“Good. I'll ask you a question first,” the doctor said. “Then you can tell me one.”

He pretended to think for a few moments. Then he said, “Tell me, what would you do if you won a million dollars in the lottery？” “Oh, that's an easy one,” the old lady said. “I'd give most of it to you, doctor, because you have been so good to me all these years. Doctor!”

But the doctor was now lying on the floor. He had died of shock.

1)、The son and his wife didn't want his mother to die of(死于)shock.

A.T

B.F

2)、The doctor was worried that the news would make her sad.

A.T

B.F

3)、The doctor went to the old lady's house to tell her the news.

A.T

B.F

4)、The doctor was sleeping on the floor.

A.T

B.F

5)、The doctor envied(羡慕)the old lady's money and was killed by her.

A.T

B.F

Danny didn't say anything about the matter to Mrs. Green because______.

A. she had known it

B. the other boys told her

C. he didn't want to be in trouble

D. his mother didn't want him to say it

A.he’d rather not

B.he won’t ra ther

C.he’ll rather

D.he’d rather didn ’t