I could not see well, my eyes had been ______, after the darkness, by the strong electric light.

A、crippled

B、collided

C、dazzled

D、distorted

Which of the following sentences use the rhetorical device of metaphor？

A、I had an impulse to climb up and try one of those springy beds, but that would have meant using up more energy when I had none to spare, …

B、By midday we had passed the ten thousand foot mark, but I am not really able to recall the incidents of these hours, for red lights had long since begun to dance in front of my eyes and …

C、The bamboo here had thinned out a little, and on the heights of the two mountains above we could see the curious productions of the alpine zones, giant heather, giant groundsel and giant lobelias.

D、After twenty minutes my legs had turned to water again and against the evident displeasure of the guides I demanded lunch.

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

who had just returned from abroad. He had rented a cottage in the country, although he rarely spent much time there. We understood the reason for this after our arrival: the cottage had no comfortable furniture in it, many of the windows were broken and the roof leaked, making the whole house damp. On our first evening, we sat around the fire after supper listening to the stories which our uncle had to tell of his many adventures in distant countries. I was so tired after the long train journey that I would have preferred to go to bed; but I could not bear to miss any of my uncle’s exciting tales. He was just in the middle of describing a rather terrifying experience he had once had when there was a loud crash from the bedroom above, the one where my brother and I were going to sleep. “It sounds as if the roof has fallen in!” exclaimed my uncle, with a loud laugh. When we got to the top of the stairs and opened the bedroom door, we could see nothing at first because of the thick clouds of dust which filled the room. When the dust began to clear, a strange sight met our eyes. A large part of the ceiling had collapsed, falling right on to the pillow of my bed. I was glad that I had stayed up late to listen to my uncle’s stories, otherwise I should certainly have been seriously injured, perhaps killed. That night we all slept on the floor to the sitting room downstairs, not wishing to risk our lives by sleeping under a roof which might at any moment collapse on our heads. We left for London the very next morning and my uncle gave up his cottage in the country. This was not the kind of adventure he cared for either!

1.The uncle seldom spent much time in the country cottage because ______.

A.the roof of the cottage was falling

B.the cottage was in a bad condition

C.he was used to living abroad

D.there was no furniture in it

2.The word “crash” (Line 2, Paragraph 3) most probably refers to ______.

A.a cry of terror

B.a sudden ring

C.a sound of storm

D.a sudden noise

3.When they opened the bedroom door, they could see nothing at first because ______.

A.it was completely dark inside

B.dust was blown into their eyes

C.something strange blinded them

D.there was too much dust in the air

4.The narrator felt glad that he had stayed up late because ______.

A.he did not miss the exciting stories

B.he spent more time with his uncle

C.he had a lucky escape

D.he saw a strange sight

5.Which of the following can best describe the narrator’s uncle？()

A.Adventurous and good at storytelling

B.Humorous and good at making jokes

C.Good-tempered and sensible

D.Hospitable and wealthy

t in person，he would come up with an excuse. I thought it was strange-but he told me that he had not gotten over the death of his wife and he was still grieving for her.

I thought that he needed a friend and decided that I could be that friend. We sent cards, exchanged gifts，talked on the phone and I was sure that we would meet someday. I had spoken with his children so I was sure that what he told me was true. I could not wait for the day when we would meet. I was so looking forward to being able to reach out and touch him. To hug him，to hold him and feel his big strong arms around me.

After almost two years of time，thousands of dollars on long distance phone calls，I was very frustrated at the endless stream of excuses as to why we could never seem to make a time to meet. Finally，contacted the website WhoisHe. com and asked if they could check out the man who had taken up so much of my heart，my energy and my life. I had enough information about him and felt that if I could confirm what he had been telling me-I could feel okay about these delays. I had hopes that I didn't want to dash if he was telling the truth. I believed I could wait a little while longer.

Well, I am glad that I decided to have him checked out-he was nothing he claimed to be. He was first and foremost a married man. He was not a man grieving for the loss of his wife. He was a man cheating on his wife，with me-and I found out later，with countless others on the“net”. He did not care that he had hurt me in a very deep and pathetic way. He talked of spending his life together with me. He told my son that he wanted to make me happy. Basically，he just lied. He was such a good liar I did not see it coming. It was as if he had been able to worm his way into my heart-and he didn't care about the effect he had on my hopes and dreams.

Each of us should look at the signs that are so clear if we are willing to see them. Do not let someone keep making excuse after excuse. If something feels wrong-likely it is. It is good to know the truth and be able to deal with it. Next time I will pay more attention. I may never be able to trust someone online again.

It can be inferred from Para. 4 that______.

A．the man was a single person in reality

B．the woman was the man's only girlfriend

C．the man had too many girlfriends on the net

D．the woman had countless online boyfriends

y," says Jonathan Wyatt "Now, I can see peoples faces." The 65-year-old is one of six people in the world to receive gene therapy for a【C1】______type of inherited eye disease【C2】______choroideremia(an eye disease). The first published【C3】______of the trial, released today, suggest that【C4】______peoples genes can stop the disease from causing blindness—and【C5】______sight in those whose vision has become【C6】______. Choroideremia is caused by【C7】______in the CHM gene. In those who have the disease, a【C8】______of REP-1 means that cells in the eyes stop working and slowly begin to【C9】______causing blindness. Enter gene therapy, which uses a virus to insert a【C10】______copy of a gene into cells with a gene defect and could【C11】______be used to treat many genetic conditions. Robert MacLaren of the University of Oxford and his colleagues decided to see if it could【C12】______choroideremia. Starting two years ago with Wyatt, they【C13】______a virus carrying a corrective copy of the CHM gene into the eyes of people with choroideremia. Today the team【C14】______that of the six people who received the treatment six months【C15】______or longer, all have described【C16】______in their vision. Still, the long-lasting effects of the treatment remain【C17】______Wyatt had the treatment first, so can【C18】______that the benefits seem to last two years,【C19】______hes just one case. The treatment also cant replace cells that have been【C20】______destroyed.

【C1】

A．common

B．ambiguous

C．rare

D．simple

at, finally, I do sleep, but only for a few minutes. It is not a bad dream that wakes me; it is the reality I took with me into sleep. I try to think of something else. Immediately the woman in the marketplace comes into my mind.

I was on my way to dinner last night when I saw her. She was selling skirts. She moved with the same ease and loveliness I often saw in the women of Laos. Her long black hair was as shiny as the black silk of the skirts she was selling. In her hair, she wore three silk ribbons, blue, green, and white. They reminded me of my childhood and how my girlfriends and I used to spend hours braiding ribbons into our hair.

I don't know the word for "ribbons", so I put my hand to my own hair and , with three fingers against my head , I looked at her ribbons and said "Beautiful. " She lowered her eyes and said nothing. I wasn't sure if she understood me (I don't speak Laotian very well).

I looked back down at the skirts. They had designs on them: squares and triangles and circles of pink and green silk. They were very pretty. I decided to buy one of those skirts, and I began to bargain with her over the price. It is the custom to bargain in Asia. In Laos bargaining is done in soft voices and easy moves with the sort of quiet peacefulness.

She smiled, more with her eyes than with her lips. She was pleased by the few words I was able to say in her language, although they were mostly numbers, and she saw that I understood something about the soft playfulness of bargaining. We shook our heads in disagreement over the price; then, immediately, we made another offer and then another shake of the head. She was so pleased that unexpectedly, she accepted the last offer I made. But it was too soon. The price was too low. She was being too generous and wouldn't make enough money. I moved quickly and picked up two more skirts and paid for all three at the price set; that way I was able to pay her three times as much before she had a chance to lower the price for the larger purchase. She smiled openly then, and, for the first time in months, my spirit lifted. I almost felt happy.

The feeling stayed with me while she wrapped the skirts in a newspaper and handed them to me. When I left, though, the feeling left, too. It was as though it stayed behind in marketplace. I left tears in my throat. I wanted to cry. I didn't, of course. I have learned to defend myself against what is hard; without knowing it, I have also learned to defend myself against what is soft and what should be easy.

I get up, light a candle and want to look at the skirts. They are still in the newspaper that the woman wrapped them in. I remove the paper, and raise the skirts up to look at them again before I pack them. Something falls to the floor. I reach down and feel something cool in my hand. I move close to the candlelight to see what I have. There are five long silk ribbons in my hand, all different colors. The woman in the marketplace! She has given these ribbons to me!

There is no defense against a generous spirit, and this time I cry, and very hard, as if I could make up for all the months that I didn't cry.

According to the writer, the woman in the marketplace ______.

A．refused to speak to her

B．was pleasant and attractive

C．was selling skirts and ribbons

D．recognized her immediately

Remembering My Grandparents

When memory began for me, my grandfather was past sixty -- a great tall man with thick hair becoming gray.He had black eyes and a straight nose which ended in a slightly flattened tip. Once he explained seriously to me that he got that flattened tip as a small child when he fell down and stepped on his nose. The little marks of laughter at the corners of his eyes were the prodnct of a kindly and humorous nature. The years of work which had bent his shoulders had never dulled his humour nor his love of a joke.

Everywhere he went,“Gramp” made friends easily. At the end of half an hour you felt you had known him all your life. I soon learned that he hated to give orders , but that when he had to, he tried to make his orders sound like suggestions.

One July morning, as he was leaving to go to the cornfield, he said ： “Edwin, you can pick up the potatoes in the field today if you want to do that.” Then he drove away with his horses. The day passed, and I did not have any desire to pick up potatoes. Evening came and the potatoes were still in the field. Gramp, dusty and tired, led the horses to get their drink.

“How many bags of potatoes were there？” Gramp inquired. “I don't know. ”“How many potatoes did you pick up？”“I didn't pick any. ” “Not any! Why not？”“You said I could pick, them up if I wanted to. You didn't say I had to. ”In the next few minutes I learned a lesson I would not forget： when Gramp said I could if I wanted to, he meant that I should want to. Gram hated cruelty and injustice. The injustices of history, even those of a thousand years before, angered her as much as the injustices of her own day.

She also had a deep love of beauty. When she was almost seventy-five, and had gone to live with one of her daughters, she spent a delightful morning washing dishes because, as she said, the beautiful patterns on the dishes gave her pleasure. The bird, the flowers, the clouds-all that was beautiful around her- pleased her. She was like the father of the French painter, Millet, who used to gather grass and show it to his son , saying , “See how beautif ul this is ! ”

In a pioneer society it is the harder qualities of mind and character that are of value. The softer virtues are considered unnecessary. Men and women struggling daily to earn a living are unable, even for a moment, to forget the business of preserving their lives. Only unusual people, like my grandparents, manage to keep the softer qualities in a world of daily struggle. Such were the two people with whom I spent the months from June to September in the wonderful days of summer and youth.

1.We know that Grandpa's nose()

A. was flattened because it had been stepped on

B. was not flat when he was a boy

C. was both straight and broad

D. was straight but its tip was a bit flat

2.We learn from the passage that Grandpa()

A. was friendly and humorous

B. liked making suggestions

C. loved to give orders

D. was a serious and strict person

3.When Grandpa told the writer to pick up potatoes if he wanted to do that, he meant that()

A. he could do it if he wanted to

B. he did not really have to do so

C. he could do it anytime he was ready

D. he had to do it

4.The writer describes his Grandma as()

A. a woman who complained about the injustices of life

B. a very obedient housewife

C. someone who could find beauty in life

D. a woman who loved Millet's paintings

5.According to the passage, in the days of the writer's grandparents()

A. most people understood how to appreciate the beautiful things

B. in life it was difficult for people to keep the "soft qualities" of mind and character

C. only ordinary people managed to appreciate the beauty of nature

D. it was the "soft virtues" that were thought to be very important

was over twenty years ago. During the war, I was at school in the north of England. As soon as it ended, my family returned to London. There were not enough schools left for children to go to and my father had to go from one school to another, asking them to【C2】______ me as a pupil. I used to go with him but he had such a 【C3】______time trying to persuade people even to see him that I seldom had to do any tests. We had been to all the schools near where we lived, but the more my father argued, the more【C4】______it became. In the end, we went to a school about five miles away from home. The headmaster kept us waiting for【C5】______an hour. While we were waiting, I 【C6】______around at the school building, which was one of those old Victorian structures, completely out of date but still standing. I could hear the boys playing in the playground outside when the headmaster's secretary finally【C7】______ us into his office. Mr. Andrews spoke to me first. "Why do you want to come here？" he asked. I had been thinking of saying Something about studying but I couldn't【C8】______remembering the boys outside. "I don't know anyone in London," I said. "I like to play with the other boys. lke to read a lot of books too," I 【C9】______ "All right," Mr. Andrews said. "We have one place【C10】______ , in fact."

My two years at that school were among the happiest of my life.

【C1】

A．if

B．despite

C．although

D．since

d when I reached for my wallet and it wasn’t there. At first, I thought it was possible that I could have left it at home. Then I remembered taking it out to pay for the taxi, so I knew I had it with me just before I walked into the restaurant. I wondered if it was possible that it could have slipped out of my pocket while I was eating dinner. Thinking about that possibility, I turned and walked back to the table where I had been sitting. Unfortunately, there were several people sitting at the table at the time, so I called a waiter and explained to him that my wallet had fallen out of my pocket while I was sitting at the table a few minutes earlier. I had the waiter go over to the table to see if my wallet was on the floor. While the waiter was looking for it, the manager of the restaurant came up to me and asked me if anything was wrong. I didn’t want to get a lot of people involved in the problem, but I knew I had to get the wallet back. I told the manager what had happene

D.He had me describe the wallet to him, and then he insisted that I report the missing wallet to the police. I told him that I didn’t particularly want to get the police involved in it; besides, I was in a hurry because I had an appointment with my doctor in just a few minutes ... I explained to him that my biggest worry at the moment was how I was going to pay the check. He told me not to worry about that. He had me write down my name and address, and he said he would send me a bill.

6. When he walked back to the table, the writer asked the people at the table about his wallet.

A.True

B.False

7. The manager came up pretty soon to see what had happene.

A.True

B.False

8. Why was the writer so sure he had brought his wallet with him？

A.He remembered that he didn’t leave it at home.

B.He always felt his pocket for the wallet before he left home.

C.He believed his own memory.

D.He had taken it out to pay the taxi-driver.

9. According to the passage, the writer most probably lost his wallet when .

A.he took it out to pay for the taxi

B.he walked into the restaurant

C.he was eating dinner

D.he was ordering his dish

10. Why did the writer walk back to the table where he had been sitting？

A.He was sure his wallet was still there.

B.It was possible that he could find his wallet there.

C.He could ask someone there about his wallet.

D.He saw the wallet lying on the floor near the table.