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The town was no longer the sleepy little village ______.
A．it has been being
B．it was
C．it has been
D．it had been
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A.about 1 year
B.Not long at all
C.Its a short time
D.1havenoidea
Which of the following can best give the main idea of the second paragraph？
A．Cambridge has a long history.
B．Many students lacked money, so colleges were set up then.
C．The town was built before the university.
D．It was cheaper for students to live in college than in lodgings.
It was in the spring of his thirty-fifth year that father married my mother, then a country school teacher, and in the following spring I came wriggling and crying into the world. Something happened to the two people. They became ambitious. The American idea of getting up in the world took possession of them.
It may have been that mother was responsible. Being a school teacher, she had no doubt read books and magazines. She had, I presume, read of how Garfield, Lincoln, and other Americans rose from poverty to fame and greatness, and as I lay beside her—in the days of her lying-in—she may have dreamed that I would someday rule men and cities. At any rate she induced father to give up his place as farmhand, sell his horse, and embark on an independent enterprise of his own. She was a tall silent woman with a long nose and troubled gray eyes. For herself she wanted nothing. For father and me she was incurably ambitious.
According to the narrator, his father's life used to be______.
A．quite poor
B．quite hard
C．quite happy
D．quite rich
When I was a teenager, I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that some miraculous (奇迹的) chance would bring me to the spot I was heading for.
A lot of people do not like to admit that they do not know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their home town very well, will give you a long list of directions which you cannot possibly hope to remember; and you finally find that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.
If anyone ever asks me the way somewhere, I always tell them that I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid causing trouble, but even this can have unpleasant results.
I was once on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would di- rect him to the Sunlight Building. Without hesitation, I gave my usual reply, but I had only walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decided it was too late to turn back and search him out of the crowd behind me as I had and appointment to keep at the office with a new client and I did not want to keep him waiting. Imagine my situation when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions to my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked!
According to the passage, the sense of direction is learnt______.
A．through practice
B．by nature
C．in the childhood
D．after visiting a place repeatedly
The town had changed, but then it hadn't. On the highways leading in, the cheap metal buildings and mobile homes were gathering as tightly as possible next to the roads for maximum visibility. This town had no zoning whatsoever. A landowner could build anything with no permit, no inspection, no notice to adjoining landowners, nothing. Only hog farms and nuclear reactors required approvals and paperwork. The result was a slash-and-build clutter that got uglier by the year.
But in the older sections, nearer the square, the town had not changed at all. The long shaded streets were as clean and neat as when Ray roamed them on his bike. Most of the houses were still owned by people he knew, or if those folks had passed on the new owners kept the lawns clipped and the shutters painted. Only a few were being neglected. A handful had been abandoned.
This deep in Bible country, it was still an unwritten rule in the town that little was done on Sundays except go to church, sit on porches, visit neighbors, rest and relax the way God intended.
It was cloudy, quite cool for May, and as he toured his old turf, killing time until the appointed hour for the family meeting, he tried to dwell on the good memories from Clanton. There was Dizzy Dean Park where he had played little League for the Pirates, and there was the public pool he'd swum in every summer except 1969 when the city closed it rather than admit black children. There were the churches—Baptist, Methodist, and Presbyterian—facing each other at the intersection of Second and Elm like wary sentries, their steeples competing for height. They were empty now, but in an hour or so the more faithful would gather for evening services.
The square was as lifeless as the streets leading to it. With eight thousand people, Clanton was just large enough to have attracted the discount stores that had wiped out so many small towns. But here the people had been faithful to their downtown merchants, and there wasn't a single empty or boarded-up building around the square—no small miracle. The retail shops were mixed in with the banks and law offices and cafes, all closed for the Sabbath.
He inched through the cemetery and surveyed the Atlee section in the old part, where the tombstones were grander. Some of his ancestors had built monuments for their dead. Ray had always assumed that the family money he'd never seen must have been buried in those graves. He parked and walked to his mother's grave, something he hadn't done in years. She was buried among the Atlees, at the far edge of the family plot because she had barely belonged.
Soon, in less than an hour, he would be sitting in his father's study, sipping bad instant tea and receiving instructions on exactly how his father would be laid to rest. Many orders were about to be given, many decrees and directions, because his father (who used to be a judge) was a great man and cared deeply about how he was to be remembered.
Moving again, Ray passed the water tower he'd climbed twice, the second time with the police waiting below. He grimaced at his old high school, a place he'd never visited since he'd left it. Behind it was the football field where his brother Forrest had romped over opponents and almost became famous before getting bounced off the team.
It was twenty minutes before five, Sunday, May 7.Time for the family meeting.
From the first paragraph, we get the impression that ______.
A．Ray cherished his childhood memories.
B．Ray had something urgent to take care of.
C．Ray may not have a happy childhood.
D．Ray cannot remember his childhood days.
How to Be a Successful Businessperson
Have you ever wondered why some people are successful in business and others are not？ Here's astory about one successful businessperson. He started out washing dishes and today he owns 168 res-taurants.
Zubair Kazi was born in Bhatkal,a small town in southwest India. His dream was to be an airplanepilot,and when he was 16 years old,he learned to fly a small plane.
At the age of 23 and with just a little money in his pocket, Mr. Kazi moved to the United States.He hoped to get a job in the airplane industry in California. Instead, he ended up working for a compa-ny that rented cars.
While Mr. Kazi was working at the car rental(租赁的)company,he frequently ate at a nearby KFCrestaurant. To save money on food,he decided to get a job with KFC. For two months,he worked as acook's assistant. His job was to clean the kitchen and help the cook. "I didn't like it,"Mr,Kazi says,"but I always did the best I could. "
One day, Mr. Kazi's two co-workers failed to come to work. That day,Mr. Kazi did the work of allthree people in the kitchen. This really impressed the owners of the restaurant. A few months later,the owners needed a manager for a new restaurant. They gave the job to Mr. Kazi. He worked hard asthe manager and soon the restaurant was making a profit.
A few years later,Mr. Kazi heard about a restaurant that was losing money. The restaurant wasdirty inside and the food was terrible. Mr. Kazi borrowed money from a bank and bought the restau-rant. For the first six months,Mr. Kazi worked in the restaurant from 8 a. m. t0 10 p. m. ,seven days aweek. He and his wife cleaned up the restaurant,remodeled the front of the building,and improved thecooking. They also tried hard to please the customers. If someone had to wait more than ten minutesfor their food, Mrs. Kazi gave them a free soda. Before long the restaurant was making a profit.
A year later, Mr. Kazi sold his restaurant for a profit. With the money he earned, he bought threemore restaurants that were losing money. Again, he cleaned them up,improved the food,and retrainedthe employees. Before long these restaurants were making a profit,too.
Today Mr. Kazi owns 168 restaurants,but he isn't planning to stop there. He's looking for morepoorly managed restaurants to buy. "I love it when I go to buy a restaurant and find it's a mess, "Mr.Kazi says. "The only way it can go is up. "
When Mr. Kazi was young, his dream was to
A.sell cars
B.own a restaurant
C.become a good cook
D.be an airplane pilot
The summer holidays are the best part of the year for most children.The weather is usually good, so that one can spend most of one’s time playing in the garden or, if one lives in the country, out in the woods and fields.Even if one lives in a big town, one can usually go to a park to play.
The best place for a summer holiday, however, is the seaside.Some children are lucky enough to live near the sea, but for the others who do not, a week or two at one of the big seaside towns is something which they will talk about for the whole of the following year.
In England, it is not only the rich who can take their children to the seaside; if a factory worker or a bus driver, a street cleaner or a waiter wants to take his wife and children to Southend or Margate, Blackpool or Clacton, he is usually quite able to do so.
Now, what is it that children like so much about the seaside？ I think it is the sand, sea and sun more than any other things.Of course, there are lots of new things to see, nice things to eat, and exciting things to do, but it is the feeling of sand under one’s feet, of salt water on one’s skin, and of the warm sun on one’s back that makes the seaside what it is.
1.Summer holidays start _________.
A.with July
B.as soon as the examinations are over
C.in mid-June
D.in August
2.After the examination, all pupils leave for home ________.
A.by train only
B.by air
C.by bike
D.by either train or car
3.The summer holiday lasts _______.
A.as long as two months
B.more that two months
C.one and a half months
D.a little less than two months
4.July and August are the brightest months for most children, for they can _______.
A.stay with their parents for all the vacation
B.do more reading
C.play out of doors
D.meet their old friends
5.Children like the seaside so much because they can _______.
A.swim in the sea
B.play with the sand
C.take a sun bath
D.do all of the above
A.numerous
B.numerable
C.numerical
D.numbered
Inland canals are used to (shipping) farm and factory (goods) to (nearby) town (or) seaports.
A．shipping
B．goods
C．nearby
D．or
Born in rude and abject poverty, he never had any education, except what he gave himself, till he was approaching manhood. Not even books wherewith to inform. and train his mind were within his reach. No school, no university, no legal faculty had any part in training his powers. When he became a lawyer and a politician, the years most favourable to continuous study had already passed, and the opportunities he found for reading were very scanty. He knew but few authors in general literature, though he knew those few thoroughly. He taught himself a little mathematics, but he could read no language save his own, and can have had only the faintest acquaintance with European history or with any branch of philosophy.
The want of regular education was not made up for by the persons among whom his lot was cast. Till he was a grown man, he never moved in any society from which he could learn those things with which the mind of an orator to be stored. Even after he had gained some legal practice, there was for many years no one for him to mix with except the petty practitioners of a petty town, men nearly all of whom knew little more than he did himself.
Schools gave him nothing, and society gave him nothing. But he had a powerful intellect and a resolute will. Isolation fostered not only self-reliance but the habit of reflection, and indeed, of prolonged and intense reflection. He made all that he knew a part of himself. His convictions were his own—clear and coherent. He was not positive or opinionated and he did not deny that at certain moments he pondered and hesitated long before he decided on his course. But though he could keep a policy in suspense, waiting for events to guide him, he did not waver. He paused and reconsidered, but it was never his way to go back on a decision once more or to waste time in vain regrets that all he had expected had not been attained. He took advice readily and left many things to his ministers; but he did not lean on his advisers. Without vanity or ostentation, he was always independent, self-contained, prepared to take full responsibility for his acts.
It is said in the second paragraph that Abraham Lincoln ______.
A．was illiterate
B．was never educated
C．was educated very late
D．behaved rudely when he was young
