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Which of the following sentences is INCORRECT？()
A.He is a Chinese tall intelligent young officer.
B.There are a few new major urban highways.
C.She is wearing a pretty pink woolen sweater.
D.He stands on a beautiful little white stone bridge.
A.stared B.stretch C.whispering D.peculiar E.uneasy
"That【23】a thief !" he thought, and he took his gun and shot【24】him. Then he went back to bed,【25】he was too frightened【26】of the house in the dark.
The next morning John went out and saw one【27】his white shirts hanging【28】the clothes line in the garden. His wife【29】washed it the day before and【30】it out to dry. Now it had a bullet hole right through the middle of it.
"My God," said John, "I was lucky last night. If I had been wearing that shirt, the bullet would have killed me!"
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A．at
B．in
C．above
D．of
(教材课文原文)
_DIARY OF A SPACE ZUCCHINI _July 1
Today Gardener and his crew will depart in their seed pod; the replacement crew is ready to {A. carry away; B. carry on; C. carry through} in their place. He is wearing his space suit undergarments. Not too stylish but {A. functional; B. nonfunctional; C. conjunctional}. He gave all of us an extra long smell. His nose twitched with the slightest tickle from the leaf hairs on little Zuc. He said that what will be is for the best. It has been a wonderful journey; one chapter is closing, another is {A. to be opened; B. open; C. opening}. He had tears in his eyes, not just a small drop at the corners but a pool that was making him {A. to blink; B. blinking; C. blink}. He reached up and {A. turned up; B. turned out; C. turned down} the light. In the frontier you should not be afraid of the dark.
A.ows are in a house
B.The cow is in a gree house
C.The cow is in a brown house
In the fall of 1924 Thomas Wolfe， fresh from his courses in play writing at Harvard joined the eight or
ten of us who were teaching English composition in New York University. I had never before seen a man
so tall as he， and so ugly. I pitied him and went out of my way to help him with his work and make him
feel at home.
His students soon let me know that he had no need of my protectiveness. They spoke of his ability to
explain a poem in such a manner as to have them shouting with laughter or struggling to keep back
their tears， of his readiness to quote in detail from any poet they could name.
Indeed， his students made so much of his power of observation that I decided to make a little test and
see for myself. My chance came one morning when the students were slowly gathering for nine o‘clock
classes.
Upon arriving at the university that day， I found Wolfe alone in the large room which served all the
English composition teachers as an office. He did not say anything when I asked him to come
with me out into the hall， and he only smiled when we reached a classroom door and I told him
to enter alone and look around.
He stepped in， remained no more than thirty seconds and then came out. “Tell me what you see.”
I said as I took his place in the room， leaving him in the hall with his back to the door. Without the
least hesitation and without a single error， he gave the number of seats in the room， pointed out
those which were taken by boys and those occupied by girls， named the colors each student was
wearing， pointed out the Latin verb written on the blackboard， spoke of the chalk marks which the
cleaner had failed to wash from the floor， and pictured in detail the view of Washington Square from
the window.
As I rejoined Wolfe， I was speechless with surprise. He， on the contrary， was wholly calm as he
said， “The worst thing about it is that I‘ll remember it all.”
What is the passage mainly discussing？
A. Thomas Wolfe‘s teaching work.
B. Thomas Wolfe‘s course in playwriting.
C. Thomas Wolfe‘s ability of explaining.
D. Thomas Wolfe‘s genius.
He dressed, and when he went downstairs from the top floor of the rooming house in which he lived, the only sounds he heard were the coarse sounds of sleep; the only lights burning were lights that had been forgotten. Charlie ate some breakfast in an all-night lunch wagon and took an elevated train uptown. From Third Avenue, he walked over to Sutton Place. The neighbourhood was dark. House after house put into the shine of the streetlights a wall of black windows. Millions and millions were sleeping, and this general loss of consciousness generated an impression of abandonment, as if this were the fall of the city, the end of time.
He opened the iron-and-glass doors of the apartment building where he had been working for six months as an elevator operator, and went through the elegant lobby to a locker room at the back. He put on a striped vest with brass buttons, a false ascot, a pair of pants with a light blue stripe on the seam, and a coat. The night elevator man was dozing on the little bench in the car. Charlie woke him. The night elevator man told him thickly that the day doorman had been taken sick and wouldn't be in that day. With the doorman sick, Charlie wouldn't have any relief for lunch, and a lot of people would expect him to whistle for cabs.
Charlie had been on duty a few minutes when 14 rang-Mrs. Hewing, who, he happened to know, was kind of immoral. Mrs, Hewing hadn't been to bed yet, and she got into the elevator wearing a long dress under her fur coat. She was followed by her two funny looking dogs. He took her down and watched her go out into the dark and take her dogs to the curb. She was outside for only a few minutes. Then she came in and he took her up to 14 again. When she got off the elevator, she said, "Merry Christmas, Charlie."
"Well, it isn't much a holiday for me, Mrs. Hewing," he said. "I think Christmas is a very sad season of the year. It isn't that people around here ain't generous--I mean I got plenty of tips--but, you see, I live alone in a furnished room and I don't have any family or anything, and Christmas isn't much of a holiday for me."
"I'm sorry, Charlie," Mrs. Hewing said. "I don't have any family myself, It is kind of sad when you're alone, isn't it？" she called her dogs and followed them into her apartment. He went down.
It was quiet then, and Charlie lit a cigarette. The heating plant in the basement encompassed the building at that hour in a regular and profound vibration, and the sullen noises of arriving steam heat began to resound, first in the lobby and then to reverberate up through all the sixteen stories, but this was a mechanical awakening, and it didn't lighten his loneliness or his petulance. The black air outside the glass doors had begun to turn blue, but the blue light seemed to have no source; it appeared in the middle of the air. It was a tearful light, and he wanted to cry. Then a cab drove up, and the Walsers got out, drunk and dressed in evening clothes, and he took them up to their penthouse. The Walsers got him to brood about the difference between his life in a furnished room and the lives of the people overhead. It was terrible.
All the following statements may account for the sadness felt by Charlie on Christmas EXCEPT______.
A．he had to get up early to work on Christmas morning
B．he felt lonely
C．he had a sense of inferiority
D．he was poor
