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第1题
A、Reading is hard to learn.
B、I dislike reading.
C、Reading is my favorite、How about you？
D、Which do you think is harder to learn, listening or reading？
第2题
A、No, I don’t
B、Sorry, I’m not a football fan
C、It is my hobby
D、That’s my favorite
第3题
Instructions:根据下面所给的题目和提纲用英语写出一篇不少于80词的短文。
My Favorite Season
内容需包括以下方面：
1.说明自己最喜欢的季节;
2.陈述喜欢这一季节的原因，可以描写这一季节的景色，或是记述在这一季节最让人难忘的经历。
第4题
第5题
A.Perhaps, but what about sightseeing along the seashore？
B.I usually spend my weekends with my grandparents.
C.I’ll talk about it with Mike later.
D.Why, are you usually free on weekends？
第6题
A、I don’t know.
B、That’s not my business.
C、You must talk with him.
D、You’d better talk with him.
第7题
Raju and His Father's Shop
My mother told me a story every evening while we waited for father to close the shop and come home. The shop remained open till midnight. Bullock-carts in long caravans arrived late in the evening from distant villages, loaded with coconut, rice, and other commodities for the market. The animals were unyoked under the big tamarind tree for the night, and the cartmen drifted in twos and threes to the shop, for a chat or to ask for things to eat or smoke. How my father loved to discuss with them the price of grain, rainfall, harvest, and the state of irrigation channels. Or they talked about old litigations. One heard repeated references to magistrates, affidavits, witnesses in the case, and appeals, punctuated with roars of laughter—possibly the memory of some absurd legality or loophole tickled them.
My father ignored food and sleep when he had company. My mother sent me out several times to see if he could be. made to turn in. He was a man of uncertain temper and one could not really guess how he would react to interruptions, and so my mother coached me to go up, watch his mood, and gently remind him of food and home. I stood under the shop-awning, coughing and clearing my throat, hoping to catch his eye. But the talk was all-absorbing and he would not glance in my direction, and I got absorbed in their talk, although I did not understand a word of it.
After a while my mother's voice came gently on the night air, calling, "Raju, Raju," and my father interrupted his activities to look at me and say, "Tell your mother not to wait for me. Tell her to place a handful of rice and buttermilk in a bowl, with just, one piece of lime pickle, and keep it in the oven for me. I'll come in later." It was almost a formula with him five days in a week. He always added, "Not that I'm really hungry tonight." And then I believe he went on to discuss health problems with his cronies.
But I didn't stop to hear further. I made a quick dash back home. There was a dark patch between the light from the shop and the dim lantern shedding its light on our threshold, a matter of about the yards, I suppose, but the passage through it gave me a cold sweat. I expected wild animals and supernatural creatures to emerge and grab mc. My mother waited on the doorstep to receive me and said, "Not hungry, I suppose! That'll give him an excuse to talk to the village folk all night, and then come in for an hour's sleep and get up with the crowing of that foolish cock somewhere. He will spoil his health."
I followed her into the kitchen. She placed my plate and hers side by side on the floor, drew the rice-pot within reach, and served me and herself simultaneously, and we finished our dinner by the sooty tin lamp, stuck on a nail in the wall. She unrolled a mat for me in the front room, and I lay down to sleep. She sat at my side, awaiting father's return. Her presence gave me a feeling of inexplicable coziness. I felt I ought to put her proximity to good use, and complained, "Something is bothering my hair," and she ran her fingers through my hair, and scratched the nape of my neck. And then I commanded, "A story."
Immediately she began, "Once upon a time there was a man called Devaka..." I heard his name mentioned almost every night. He was a hero, saint, or something of the kind. I never learned fully what he did or why, sleep overcoming me before my mother was through even the preamble.
Which of the following was NOT what we can infer from the conversation between Father and the cartmen？
A．Sometimes during lawsuits, one side or the other tricked the law, probably by finding faults in the legal code which were favorable to themselves.
B．There were times when the courts came to foolish decisions.
C．Matters related to fanning were of great interest to them.
D．The magistrates were ludicrous.
第8题
【C1】
A．out
B．awaken
C．away
D．up
第9题
(56)
A．hot
B．warm
C．cool
D．heated
第10题
听力原文：W: Hello, Mr. Black's office.
M: Hello, may I speak with the educational advisor？
W: I'm sorry. Mr. Black's not here this morning, I'm his secretary. May I help you？
M: Yes, I would like some information about English-language schools in the United States. I'm graduating from Kuwait University this year and I want to study for my master's degree in America.
W: Have you been accepted by an American university yet？
M: Yes, I've just been accepted at the University of Chicago, but the university wrote me that I have to take an intensive English course before entering their program.
W: Well... there are many schools in the U.S. that offer English courses. Perhaps you should come down and talk to Mr. Black.
M: Ok. Could you make an appointment for me？
W: Yes, would nine o'clock tomorrow be all right？
M: No, I'm sorry. I can't come then. I have an exam at that time. Could I come the day after tomorrow at ten o'clock？
W: Yes, that will be fine, I think. May I have your name and phone number？
M: Sure, my name is Suleiman Mohammed and my phone number is 6536667.
W: Thank you, Mr. Suleiman. We'll see you Wednesday, June ninth, at ten o'clock.
M: Thank you. Good-bye.
W: Good-bye.
(20)
A．Mr. Black's secretary.
B．Mr. Suleiman.
C．The educational advisor.
D．A teacher at the University of Chicago.
