Something roared like thunder. The earth shook a little and we heard the rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire. "Father!" Hassan cried. We sprung to our feet and raced out of the living room. "Father! What's that sound? Hassan screamed, his hands outstretched toward Ali. Ali wrapped his arms around us. A white light flashed and lit the sky in silver. It flashed again and was followed by rapid sharp sounds of gunfire. "They're hunting ducks." Ali said in a hoarse voice. "They hunt ducks at night, you know." Don't be afraid. A siren went off in the distance. Somewhere glass broke and someone shouted. I heard people on the street, jolted from sleep and probably still in their pajamas, with ruffled hair and puffy eyes. Hassan was crying. Ali pulled him close, clutched him with tenderness. We stayed huddled that way until the early hours of the morning. The shootings and explosions had lasted less than an hour, but they had frightened us badly, because none of us had ever heard gunshots in the streets. They were foreign sounds to us then. The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born. Huddled together in the dining room and waiting for the sun to rise, none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended. The end came when Russian tanks were rolling into the very same streets where Hassan and I played, bringing the death of the Afghanistan I knew and marking the start of a still ongoing era of bloodletting. Just before sunrise, Baba's car peeled into the driveway. His door slammed shut and his running footsteps pounded the stairs. Then he appeared in the doorway and I saw something on his face. Something I didn't recognize right away because I'd never seen it before: fear. "Amir! Hassan!" He cried as he ran to us, opening his arms wide. "They blocked all the roads and the telephone didn't work. I was so worried!" We let him wrap us in his arms and, for a brief moment, I was glad about whatever had happened that night. We can infer from the passage that _ . A) there were thunderstorms that night B) Afghan children were used to the war C) that night was the end of people's peaceful life D) people on the street shouted and broke the windows
C
(Question)
A guitarist was pleasantly surprised to hear from New York City police that his valuable guitar had been found.It disappeared almost a year ago when he got out of a taxi and forgot to take the guitar with him.Laurence Lennon,44,said he was running late that day.He was talking to his manager on his cellphone when he rushed out of the taxi.He said that he gave the driver $60 and told him to keep the change.He walked through the front doors of the concert hall,still talking on the phone to his manager. Upon discovering his loss,Lennon used his cellphone to call the police.The policewoman asked him for the name of the taxi company,the number of the taxi,and the name of the driver.He said that she must have been joking. She told Lennon that he could apply for a missing item report online. Lennon asked for address. It was www.nypd.gov/toprotectandtoserve/haveaniceday.She told him that finding the guitar might take a couple of years for finding guitars was not as important as finding murderers and marijuana smokers.Then she told him to have a nice day. "This year has been depressing,"said Lennon."I had to put off the recording of two new CDs.I've been using borrowed guitars.And I was losing hope of ever recovering my guitar." Lennon was reunited with his $100,000 guitar yesterday.The guitar had been discovered in the corner of a coffeehouse only two blocks from where Lennon had lost it.Lennon had offered a $10,000 reward for its return.He said he would give the reward to the coffeehouse owner,who had informed the police. Which of the following would be the best title for the passage? A) Careless guitarist surprised B) Valuable guitar found C) Coffeehouse owner rewarded D) Taxi driver still unknown
(Answer)
B
Ques: Relax. He is the same little boy you loved yesterday. I smiled trying to hold back the tears. "No, he isn't. Yesterday I dreamed he would be an astronaut. Today I am hoping he will learn to talk." It was like some sort of cosmic joke. I could still recall the day that determined my fate. It was October in Ottawa and the summer breezes had given way to the autumn rainfall of leaves. The snow would begin soon. The crispness of coming frost was in the air. My casually mentioning Wyatt's behavior to Dr. Martin aroused his worries. He started asking me questions about Wyatt's activities speech pattern and emotions. I still see clearly in my mind the cleanness of the room and all its belongings when the doctor turned to me and said, "He almost sounds autistic ." I couldn't face that picture in my mind. I had to run to get away from this all too painful place that was reminding me of what was to be my child's life-being strange. I could not remember how many times I told myself, "This is normal. He is a little boy who is not talking yet," when my asking questions met with his blank-eyed response in a restaurant; how many times I would tell myself, "He loves to play on his own for hours at a time and he never gets into trouble," when Wyatt was playing games that no one else could imagine, let alone join in while other boys in the park were playing together or in small groups played around a sand pail or toy truck. My life was changing direction. So was Wyatt's. I started to hide Wyatt from my friends and neighbor especially from a good friend. It was too painful to let others know about my boy acting strange. It was a Thursday afternoon and I found one half of a great pair of kitchen scissors was missing. They were unbelievably sharp and could be taken apart so they could be washed or the blades sharpened. I knew Wyatt had taken the missing blade. "Wyatt," I began as patiently as I could, "Do you see this?" I held up the blade. "Do you know what this is?" Wyatt put a bunch of Fruit Loops in his mouth. No... Wyatt brought the missing half of the scissors back to his mother because _ . A) his mother forced him to do that B) he could get his favorite doll in reward C) he intended to delight his mother D) he realized that the sharp blade would cause danger
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C