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My father took the photos ______ we lived in Cambridge.
A: though
B: since
C: until
D: when
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D
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M: I come from the Rez, an Indian reservation. I grew up there, lived there until 18.
I lived on and off the reservation for the next 6 or 7 years during college. I lived there after I graduated, worked at a high school exchange program. I thought I do that kind of job to support my writing. Day jobs that require no emotional investment beyond 8 hours a day where I wouldn't need to bring work home. I didn't want to be part of management or anybody important at the job. I wanted to be completely replaceable, that is what I thought I would be doing for most of my life and writing. Then I got a ground and my first book got a frontpage review in the New York Times Book Review.
W: When did writing enter your life？
M: Books are always being in my life. My dad love books and most of what he read were westerns-spy novels, mysteries. I grew up loving books, copying my father's love for books. But nobody has showed me a book written by an Indian, not even one piece of poem. Nothing. At that time I was going to be a physician. I loved math and science. I got to college, couldn't handle physiology, and was looking around for options and took a poetry writing class for fun.
W: Poetry was your way in？
M: Yes, that's where I started. I took the class and honestly, I just thought it would be an easy grade. But I completely underestimated poetry and what it would do to me and the realm of possibility for it. I took the class and was hooked about ten minutes after reading my first contemporary poem.
(20)
A．He might do some evening teaching.
B．He could bring unfinished work home.
C．He might have time to pursue his interests.
D．He could invest more emotion in his family.
听力原文： I will never forget the greeting that my family received in Iran in the spring of 1986. My father, Iranian by birth, took my mother, a native Washingtonian, my two brothers and me, aged two, four, and five respectively, to live in Tehran where he had just accepted employment. Showers of hugs and kisses descended upon us from relatives whom I had never met.
During our time in Iran, we spent a great deal of time with our relatives and friends. The family unit forms a significant part of Iran life, perhaps because there were so few material possessions for most of them. Through my relatives, I experienced overwhelming affection, true caring, and unceasing generosity. Although their houses were small and their work was burdensome, there was always time to prepare enormous meals and the space to make all their relatives comfortable. To them nothing was more important than being surrounded by the people they loved and who loved them. Because of my youth in Iran, as a young woman about to leave home to go to college I can now appreciate the support system with which my family has provided me. They have given me confidence and stability. I have learned to cherish their presence and the love that they have always given me. Iran taught me to be thankful for what I am, and not for what I have. That joyful and fatalistic acceptance of whatever life holds which I found in Iran has shaped me into the person I am today. The Iranian people, their unqualified and unselfish generosity, their optimism, and their joy for life will always remain a part of me. I will never forget my eight years in my father's country, which will always be mine as well.
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A．At the age of two.
B．At the age of four.
C．At the age of five.
D．At the age of eight.
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.
When he came back, his father gave him two bright, new silver dollars .
His face lighted up as he took them.He had wished for a long time to buy some petty books that he had seen at the bookstore.
He left the house with a light heart, expecting to buy the books.As he ran down the street, he saw a poor family.
“I wish you a happy New Year.” said Edward, as he was happily passing on.The man shook his head.
“You are not from this country？ ” said Edward.The man again shook his head, for he could not understand or speak his language.But he pointed to his mouth, and to the children shaking with cold, as if (好像)to say, “These little ones have had nothing to eat for a long time”
Edward quickly understood that these poor people were in trouble.He took out his dollars, and gave one to the man and the other to his wife.
They were excited and said something in their language, which doubtless meant, “We thank you so much that we will remember you all the time.”
When Edward came home, his father asked what books he had bought.He hung his head a moment, but quickly looked up.
“I have bought no books,” said he, “I gave my money to some poor people, who seemed to be very hungry then.” He went on, “I think I can wait for my books till next New Year.”
“My dear boy,” said his father, “Here are some books, more as a reward for your goodness of heart than as a New-Year gift”.
“I saw you give the money cheerfully to the poor German family.It was nice for a little boy to do so.Be always ready to help others and every year of your life will be to you a Happy New Year.”
1.Edward expected to ________ with the money he got from his father.
A.help the poor family
B.buy something to eat
C.buy some pretty books
2.Why did the poor man shake his head when Edward spoke to him？()
A.He couldn’t understand the boy
B.He wouldn’t accept the money
C.He didn’t like the boy’s language
3.How much did Edward give the poor family？()
A.One dolla
B.Two dollars
C.Three dollars
4.We know that Edward ________.
A.got a prize for his kind heart
B.got more money from his father
C.bought the books at the bookstore
25.What is the best title for the passage？()
A.New Year's Gift
B.Story of Buying Books
C.Father's Words
听力原文： When I was at school, my ambition was to be a pilot in the Air Force. But my eyesight wasn't good enough. So I had to give up the idea. I went to university and studied physics. I wanted to stay on there and do research, but my father died at about that time. So I thought I'd better get a job and earn my living. I started working in an engineering firm.
I expected to stay in that job for a long time. But then, they appointed a new managing director. I didn't get on with him, so I resigned and applied for a job with another engineering company. I would certainly have accepted the job if they had offered it to me, but on my way to the interview I met a friend who was working for a travel agency. He offered me a job in Spain. And I've always liked Spain, so I took it.
I worked in the travel agency for two years and then they wanted to send me to South America. But I had just got married.So I decided to stay here. Then we had a baby and I wasn't earning enough money to support the family. So I started giving English lessons at a school in the evening.
I liked teaching English more than working for the travel agency, and then the owner of the school offered me a full-time job as a teacher. So I resigned from the agency. Two years later, the owner of the school wanted to retire, so he asked me to take over as the director. And here I am.
(33)
A．He didn't like physics any more.
B．His eyesight was too poor.
C．He had to work to support himself.
D．Physics was too hard for him.
听力原文： Edgar Poe, an American writer, was born in 1809. His parents were actors. Edgar was a baby when his father left the family. He was two years old when his mother died. He was taken into the home of a wealthy business man named John Allen. He then received his new name, Edgar Allen Poe. As a young man, Poe attended the University of Virginia. He was a good student, but he liked to drink alcohol and play card games for money. As an unskilled game player, he often lost money. Since he couldn't pay his gambling losses, he left the university and began working for magazines. He worked hard, yet he was not well paid, or well known. At the age of 27, he got married. For a time it seemed that Poe would find happiness, but his wife was sick for most of their marriage, and died in 1847.
Through all his crises, Poe produced many stories and poems which appeared in different publications, yet he didn't become famous until 1845, when his poem, The Raven, was published. There is a question, however, about Poe's importance in American Literature. Some critics say Poe was one of America's best writers, and even had a great influence on many French writers. But others disagree. They my Poe's work is difficult to understand and most of his writing de scribes very unpleasant situations and events. Edgar Allen Poe died in 1849 when he was 40 years old. It is said that he was found dead after days of heavy drinking.
(33)
A．His father caught a serious disease.
B．His mother passed away.
C．His mother left him to marry a rich businessman.
D．His father took to drinking.
A、came down to
B、found out
C、took advantage of
D、took over
B.Commercial enterprise was his passion， but he also worked for the British SecretIntelligence Service （later MI6）. He spied on Japanese businessmen in the Philippinesdoing the same thing as him and tracked Japanese military movements. BeforePearl Harbour was hit on 7 December 1941， he warned of a coming Japanese attacksomewhere in the Pacific， but American military muddles and service rivalriesprevented his warning getting through to the US Navy.
C.On Christmas Eve 1941， as Japanese soldiers closed in on Manila， my father surprisedme by appearing in the uniform. of a British army major. Later that day， after hastyarrangements， he left us——my mother Loma， my older sister Mary June， aged eight，and me. My mother drove with him to the docks and said goodbye， not knowing whenand how they would meet again.
D.He took a launch across Manila Bay to the fortress island of Corregidor， the USArmy"s last holdout in the Philippines. Here he joined the US Philippine commander，General Douglas MacArthur， as his British liaison officer. Before Corregidor fell tothe Japanese， MacArthur was taken off by motorboat and then plane to Australia.Gerald Wilkinson and other staff followed him in a submarine， creeping under theJapanese ships.
E.The rest of us went into Santo Tomas Internment Camp （拘禁营）， an old Dominicanuniversity turned prison for "enemy aliens". Conditions there were good at first， apartfrom intense overcrowding in the sex-segregated dormitories: beds 18 inches apart.Neutral friends （Swiss and Irish） sent in extra food and other items， money circulated，little shops sprang up. The guards mostly left us alone， relying on an interneegovernment to keep order.
F.Two years later， though， as the war turned against the Japanese， they sealed off thecamp. Rations were cut again and again， and soldiers stole from our food reserves.Our calorie intake plunged below 900 a day. As our hunger intensified， recipe-writingbecame an obsession. My mother became desperately thin， more so than Mary Juneor me， but we never heard her complain. The worst affected were older people，especially men. In the last few weeks， one or two were dying each day from heartfailure caused by malnutrition.
G.On 3 February 1945， the camp was joyously liberated by a "flying column" ofMacArthur"s returning army. Two months later our troopship docked at Los Angeles——and there was Gerald Wilkinson， resplendent （辉煌的） in a lieutenant-colonel"suniform. （he had been promoted）， laughing and hugging us. Now head of British FarEast Intelligence in New York， he had wangled （设法） special permission to boardour ship to meet us. After a summer with American friends， we sailed to Englandwhere we lived at first with my mother"s parents while my father made trips back tothe us and the Philippines to rebuild his company.
H.But his war did not end there. In February 1946， at a public inquiry into the PearlHarbour disaster， MacArthur"s intelligence chief， Major General Charles Willoughby，denounced Gerald Wilkinson as an intelligence amateur who had "attached himself tous， leaving his wife and children to fend for themselves" in a Japanese prison camp.
I.Willoughby had two reasons to dislike my father. His intelligence reports had exposedWilloughby"s failure to predict a Japanese attack and Willoughby， who was ferventlyanti-British， saw my father as Churchill"s spy on MacArthur"s staff. About that hewas right. My father did indeed report to Churchill on MacArthur"s plans， includinghis political ambitions. Deeply upset by Willoughby"s charge of deserting his family，Gerald went after him. Under threat of a law suit， he got Willoughby to sign apromise not to repeat his charges， while his allies in the press ridiculed the attack.Willoughby"s charge， though， was close to the bone.
J. Back in December 1941， as the Japanese closed in on Manila， the British governmenthad been desperate to get Gerald out in case his intelligence fell into enemy hands.Putting him on MacArthur"s staff solved the problem.
K.Gerald actually came closer to death than any of us. On one mission， the light planein which he was a passenger had engine trouble and crash-landed upside down.Miraculously the pilot and Gerald climbed out with only scratches and bruises. Butmost of his war， first in Australia and then New York， was more comfortable than
ours. Glamorous， too: he had personal meetings with Churchill， who took a shine tohim， and he rubbed shoulders in New York with Noel Coward and Roald Dahl whowere writing "war information"——ie， propaganda.
L.It was only after my father died in 1965， leaving behind a secret war diary， that wediscovered his extraordinary attempts to get closer to us in the camp. Having failed toget us repatriated （遣返） under a diplomatic exchange， he repeatedly put a quixoticproject to MacArthur. He would enlist （入伍） in the US Army， do special-forcestraining and then join the Philippine guerrillas via one of the US Navy submarinesthat supplied them. With his knowledge of the Philippines and the wider war picture，he claimed he could provide encouragement to the guerrillas and link them to the wareffort. When that idea was turned down， Gerald hatched what was perhaps the mostbizarre event in the history of the Santo Tom，is camp. Working with US intelligence，he sent a 20-year-old special-forces operator and frogman， Reg Spear， into the camp.
M. Two months before the camp was liberated， Spear landed by submarine north ofManila. He carried false papers showing him to be a Canadian engineer exempted （豁免） from internment to work for a mountain gold-mining company. His cover storywas that he needed to consult the company"s top engineer， now an internee leader inSanto Tom，is. Spear successfully got by the guards and out again. His main missionwas to discuss rescue scenarios with the internees" governing committee. But he alsohad a side commission from Gerald: make contact with our mother. He was allowedto walk past her outside a dorm. He murmured， "Hang on. Gerald sent me." She wastoo surprised to make much response.
N. My mother died in 1992 and we only learned of this event later. She never mentionedthe Spear visit but then she did not volunteer much on the camp experience unlessasked——not out of trauma but out of modesty. Life was hard near the end ofinternment: like other parents in the camp， she worried particularly about feedingus. After the war， though， she told a niece that "the camp" was the best thing thathad happened to her: it showed she could manage， and she met people she otherwisewouldn"t have. My father"s diary kept quiet on specific intelligence operations: the Spearstory came more recently from Spear himself（who has now died） and other sources.
O. Gerald never showed guilt about our imprisonment and separation from him. On thecontrary， when introducing me to friends， he would sometimes say with pride: "Youknow， Rupert was a guest of the Emperor."
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My father seemed to be in no __________ to look at my school report.
A) mood B) emotion C) attitude D) feeling
