Mr. Jones and Mr. Brown worked in the different office . One day Mr. Jones said to Mr. Brown ,"We are going to have a small party at our house next Wednesday evening . Would you and your wife like to join us ?" Mr. Brown said ,"Thank you very much . That is very kind of you . We are free that evening . I think , but I will telephone my wife and ask her . Maybe she wants to go somewhere else that evening ."So Mr. Brown went to the other room and telephoned . When he came back , he looked very sorry . "What is the matter ?"said Mr. Jones ."Did you speak to your wife ?" "No ,"answered Mr. Brown ,"She wasn't there , my small son answered the telephone . I said to him ,'Is your mother there , David ?'and he answered ,'No , she is not in the house ,''Where is she then ?'I asked .'She is somewhere outside .''What is she doing ?''She is looking for me .'" The telephone was _ . A) in the same office B) in a room next to the office C) in the post office D) near Mr. Jones' house
B
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One day, a raven happened to fly past a lake. Looking at the lake, he saw the most beautiful animal he had ever seen. It was a swan and its feathers were as white as snow. The swan was playing with other birds happily, talking and dancing. And it seemed that the other birds all liked to stay with _ When he looked at his own feathers, they were as black as coal. The raven was very angry with the swan. "How can the swan have such wonderful feathers?" said the raven. What should he do with his feathers? He thought it over and over. Then, the raven decided that he also wanted to have white feathers like the swan's. From that day on, the raven began to live like the swan. He moved his home from the woods to the lake. He also started to eat water plants like the swan. He tried his best to talk and dance with the other birds. The most important was that each day, the raven would wash his feathers, hoping that they would turn white. Even he went to the nearby rivers and ponds to wash his feathers because he thought the water in the lakes was not enough for him to wash them. But no matter how hard he washed his feathers, they remained black. As he ate only water plants, he soon grew thinner and thinner. Not many days later, the raven died. Where was the raven's natural home? A) The lakes B) The ponds C) The woods D) The rivers
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C
Ques: Years ago, I lived in a building in a town. There was another building across form mine, and it was only a few meters away. There lived a woman whom I had never met. I could see her sit by the window each afternoon, drinking or reading. Several months later, I noticed her window was very dirty. Everything was not clear through the window. I wondered why the woman didn't wash her window. One sunny morning, I decided to clean up my apartment, including washing my windows. Late in the afternoon when I finished the cleaning, I sat down for a rest by the window. What a surprise! The woman sitting by her window was clearly seen! Her window was clean! Suddenly, I realized I had made a mistake. I was watching her through my dirty window all the time! That was quite an important lesson for me. Since then, whenever I wanted to judge someone, I asked myself first, " Am I looking at him through the dirty window of my heart?" Then I try to clean the window of my own world so that I may see the world clearly. The writer was surprised to find the woman's window was_. A) far B) broken C) clean D) dirty
Ans: C
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Life comes in a package.This package includes happiness and sadness, failure and success, hope and _ .Life is a learning process.Experiences in life teach us new lessons and make us a better person.With each passing day we learn to deal with various situations. Love plays a main role in our life.Love makes you feel wanted.Without love a person could become cruel.In the early stage of our life, our parents are the ones who show us with love and care.They teach us about what is right and wrong, good and bad.But we don't always care about it.It is only after marriage and having kids that a person understands others' feelings. Happiness can bring people a peaceful mind.No mind is happy without peace.Sadness is the cause of the death of a loved one or the failure.But all of these things will pass away. Failure is the path to success.It helps us to touch the sky, teaches us to survive and shows us a specific way.Success brings in money, pride and self-respect. Hope is what keeps life going.Parents always hope their children will do well.Hope makes us dream.Hope builds in patience.Life teaches us not to despair even in the darkest hour, because after every night there is a day. Life teaches us not to regret over yesterday, for it has passed and is out of our control.Tomorrow is unknown, for it could either be bright or dark. _ What's the meaning of the last sentence of the whole passage? A) When choosing between "today" and "tomorrow", you'd better enjoy tomorrow. B) If you work hard today, you'll have a better life in the future. C) What you can only choose is to work hard today rather than tomorrow. D) The only choice you make is that you should enjoy a better tomorrow.
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B
When I was nine years old, I wrote my first poem. My mother read the little poem and cried. "Buddy, it's a beautiful, beautiful poem!" My mother poured out her praise. "What time will Father be home?" I asked. I could hardly wait to show him my poem. My father had begun his movie career as a writer. He would be able to appreciate my poem even more than my mother. I confidently put the poem right on my father's plate on the dining table. My mother said he would be home around 7. But My father got home an hour later than expected. He sat down at the table and noticed his plate. "What is this?" I heard him say. "Ben, Buddy has written his first poem. And it's beautiful, so amazing!" Mother said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to decide that for myself," Father said. I kept my face lowered to my plate. It was only 10 lines long. But it seemed to take hours. "I think it's bad," my father said. I couldn't look up. My eyes were getting wet. "Ben, sometimes I don't understand you," my mother was saying. "This is just a little boy. He needs encouragement." "I don't know why," _ "Isn't there enough bad poetry in the world already? No law says Buddy has to become a poet." I ran from the dining room, threw myself on the bed and cried. A few months later, I read that first poem. It was a bad poem. I worked up the courage to show him a short story. My father thought it was not good but hopeful. I was learning to rewrite. As I worked my way into other books and plays and films, I realized how lucky I was to have a mother who said, "Buddy, it's wonderful!" and a father who shook his head "I think it's bad." Both are love that forces me to improve. In fact, all of us in life need both loving force. Which of the following is right? A) A few months later, the writer stopped writing. B) After years the writer hated his father very much. C) That day Father didn't come home until a quarter past eight. D) The writer was confident that Father would praise his poem.
D