网友您好， 请在下方输入框内输入要搜索的题目：
题目内容
（请给出正确答案）
单选题
Not until my mother told me the sad news last night did I knew that our neighbor Dr.Li was killed in a car accident the week before.
A
Not until
B
the sad news
C
did I knew
D
was killed
参考答案
参考解析
解析：
更多 “单选题Not until my mother told me the sad news last night did I knew that our neighbor Dr.Li was killed in a car accident the week before.A Not untilB the sad newsC did I knewD was killed” 相关考题
考题
Husband: Did you come back very late last night?Wife: ________ Is that a problem?
A. Of course!B. Sure, I am.C. No, I did.D. Sorry, I won't.
考题
Not until I got to the railway station ______my ticket missing.A. I did findB. did I findC. I foundD. had I found
考题
Not until I came home last night ________ to bed.A. Mum did goB. did Mum goC. went Mum D. Mum went
考题
第一节 阅读理解（共15小题；每小2分，满分30分）阅读下列短文，从每题所给的A、B、C和D项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。When I was growing up in America, I was ashamed of my mother’s Chinese English. Because of her English, she was often treated unfairly. People in department stores, at banks, And at restaurants did not take her seriously ,did not give her good service ,pretended not to Understand her ,or even acted as if they did not hear her.My mother has realized the limitations of her English as well. When I was fifteen, she used to have me call people on phone to pretend I was she . I was forced to ask for information or even to yell at people who had been rude to her. One time I had to call her stockbroker (股票经纪人).I said in an adolescent voice that was not very convincing, “This is Mrs.Tan.”And my mother was standing beside me ,whispering loudly, “Why he don’t send me cheek already two week lone.”And then , in perfect English I said : “I’m getting rather concerned .You agreed to send the check two weeks ago, but it hasn’t arrived.”Then she talked more loudly. “What he want? I come to New York tell him front of his boss.” And so I turned to the stockbroker again, “I can’t tolerate any more excuse. If I don’t receive the check immediately , I am going to have to speak to your manager when I am in New York next week.”The next week we ended up in New York. While I was sitting there red-faced, my mother, the real Mrs.Tan, was shouting to his boss in her broken English.When I was a teenager, my mother’s broken English embarrassed me. But now, I see it differently. To me, my mother’s English is perfectly clear, perfectly natural. It is my mother tongue. Her language, as I hear it, is vivid, direct, and full of observation and wisdom. It was the language that helped shape the way I saw things, expressed ideas, and made sense of the world.41.Why was the author’s mother poorly served?A.She was unable to speak good English.B.She was often misunderstood.C.She was not clearly heard.D.She was not very polite.
考题
A: I enjoyed our conversation last week.B: ().A、did too.B、Nice to see you again.C、Well, I am fine.D、That's a good idea.
考题
I bought a new car last month, but()my old car yet.A. did not sellB. have not soldC. had not sold
考题
-I'm told Jerry's mother is ill.-________.A、I'm sad.B、I'm sorry to hear that.C、Don't worry.D、Take it easy.
考题
Never before _________ see such a terrible car accident on the road!
A. did IB. I haveC. have I
考题
阅读下列短文，从每题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项，AHow I Turned to Be OptimisticI began to grow up that winter night when my parents and I were returning from my aunt's house, and my mother said that we might soon be leaving for America. We were on the bus then. I was crying, and some people on the bus were turning around to look at me. I remember that I could not bear the thought of never hearing again the radio program for school children to which I listened every morning.I do not remember myself crying for this reason again. In fact, I think I cried very little when I was saying goodbye to my friends and relatives. When we were leaving I thought about all the places I was going to see-—the strange and magical places I had known only from books and pictures. The country I was leaving never to come back was hardly in my head then.The four years that followed taught me the importance of optimism, but the idea did not come to me at once. For the first two years in New York I was really lost—having to study in three schools as a result of family moves. I did not quite know what I was or what I should be. Mother remarried, and things became even more complex for me. Some time passed before my stepfather and I got used to each other. I was often sad, and saw no end to "the hard times."My responsibilities in the family increased a lot since I knew English better than everyone else at home. I wrote letters, filled out forms, translated at interviews with Immigration officers, took my grandparents to the doctor and translated there, and even discussed telephone bills with company representatives.From my experiences I have learned one important rule: almost all common troubles eventually go away! Something good is certain to happen in the end when you do not give up, and just wait a little! I believe that my life will turn out all right, even though it will not be that easy.56. How did the author get to know America?A.Fromherrelatives.B.Fromhermother.C.Frombooksandpictures.D.Fromradioprograms.
考题
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking forgiveness?A.She had never received the letter.
B.For years, she often talked about the letter.
C.She didn't forgive her daughter at all in all her life.
D.She read the letter again and again till she died.
考题
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The passage shows that _______
A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter
B.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done
C.mother cared much about her daughter in words
D.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
考题
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The writer began to love her mother's deskA.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her
考题
根据下列内容，回答206-210题。
I began to grow up that winter night when my parents and l were returning from my aunt’s house，and my mother said that we might soon be leaving for America．We were on the bus then，I was crying，and some people on the bus were turning around to look at me．I remember that I could not bear the thought of never hearing again the radio program for school children to which I listened every morning．
I do not remember myself crying for this reason again．In fact，I think cried very little when I was saying goodbye to my friends and relatives．When we were leaving I thought about all the places l was going to see-the strange and magical places I had know only from books and pic-tures．The country l was leaving never to come back was hardly in my head then．
The four years that followed taught me the importance of optimism，but the idea did not come to me at once．For the first two years in New York l was really lost--having to study in three scheels as a result of family moves．I did not quite know what l was or what I should be．Mother remarried，and things became even more complex for me．Some time passed before my stepfather and I got used to each other．1 was often sad．and saw no end t0“the hard times”．
My responsibilities in the family increased a lot since I knew English better than everyone else at home．1 wrote letters，filled out forms，translated at interviews with immigration officers，took my grandparents to the doctor and translated there，and even discussed telephone bills with con- pany representatives．
From my experiences I have learned one important rule：all common troubles eventually go away!Something good is certain to happen in the end when you do not give up，and just wait alittle!I believe that my life will turn out all right，even though it not be that easy．
How did the author get to know America? __________A.From her relatives
B.Form her mother
C.Form books and pictures
D.From radio programs
考题
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
What's the best title of the passage?
A.My Letter to Mother
B.Mother and Children
C.Mv Mother's Desk
D.Talks hetween Mother and Me
考题
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The word "gulf" in the passage means _______
A.deep understanding between the old and the young
B.different ideas between the mother and the daughter
C.free talks between mother and daughter
D.part of the sea going far in land
考题
共用题干
His Own Way to Express LoveYesterday was our three-year anniversary.We didn't do anything romantic;we just walked hand in hand and talked about our past and the future.This was pretty much what I had expected.Andy is an unromantic guy : no sweet words or roses.Smart as he is,he is a little bit shy expressing his love. In contrast , I am an outspoken（直言不讳）girl who likes to show her feelings directly .So needless to say,I often feel that he is insensitive.I envy other girls who are surrounded by sweet words.I was in this sullen mood until I heard a beautiful sentence one day:“If one does not love you in the way you like,it does not mean that he does not love you.”This simple but sensible sentence made me think about our happy days and recall his deep concern for me.One cold winter night,I got a high fever. He hurried to my dormitory and took me to the hospital.He was in such a hurry that he even forgot to wear socks.After arrival,he ran through the hospital handling all the formalities（手续）.When I was put on a drip（点滴）,he told me interesting stories to make me happy. Being held in his warm arms and listening to his tender（温柔的）voice,I had never felt so safe and comfortable.Gradually,I fell asleep.When I woke up 15 minutes later , he was still mumbling（咕浓地说）to me. He explained that if he had stopped talking I would have woken up.At that moment,I found love in his eyes.Another time,I had a bad quarrel with my best friend.Although I knew it was my fault,I refused to admit it.I was angry when he insisted I apologize to her. He said that it was difficult to admit a mistake,but this was what everyone should do. The next morning,I apologized to my friend and asked for her forgiveness.My unromantic boyfriend cares about my health like my father,understands me like my mother and helps me like my elder brother. When did the writer and Andy fall in love?A: Three years ago.B: Two days ago.C: On a cold winter night.D: After a quarrel.
考题
My son failed to come back last night.This morming the police came to our house and( )my worst fears that he was injured in a car accident. A.advocated
B.confirmed
C.promised
D.insured
考题
单选题It was not until the accident happened_______.A
when I became aware of my foolishnessB
when my foolishness became obviousC
that did I realize my foolishnessD
that I became aware of my foolishness
考题
单选题Not until my mother told me the sad news last night I knew that 'our neighbor was killed in a car accident the week before.A
Not untilB
the sad newsC
I knewD
was killed
考题
单选题Mother: Ben, what’s this broken cup doing here. Ben: ______ You know those big dinner plates? Mother: ______ Ben: just a couple. They slipped out of my hands into the sink and the cup got broken as well.A
I put it here after it was broken. ; Yes, I know. What have you done?B
Oh mum, please don’t be angry with me. ; Of course, I myself bought them last year.C
Sorry, mum, I had an accident when I was washing up. You haven’t broken them as well!D
How could I know? It’s not me who did it. ; Oh, I see. You must have broken them as well.
考题
单选题I received his mother’s telephone call at eleven. _____ that he was badly hurt in an accident yesterday.A
Then did I knowB
Only then I knewC
Only then did I knowD
Only then knew I
考题
单选题Why didn’t you come to my birthday party yesterday? --（）A
Excuse me，my friend sent me a flowerB
Fine，I never go to birthday partiesC
Well，I don’t like birthday partiesD
Sorry，but my wife had a car accident
考题
单选题It was not until the accident happened _____ .A
when I became aware of my foolishnessB
when my foolishness became obviousC
that did I realize my own follyD
that I became aware of my own foolishness
考题
单选题—Mum, can you tell me ______? I dreamed of him last night.—Next week.A
when my dad comes backB
where my dad goesC
when my dad will come backD
where my dad will go
热门标签
最新试卷