综-合类相同项单选集考试卷模拟考试题_1

1、姓名：_ 班级：_ 学号：_-密-封 -线- 综*合类相同项单选集考试卷模拟考试题考试时间：120分钟 考试总分：100分题号一二三四五总分分数遵守考场纪律，维护知识尊严，杜绝违纪行为，确保考试结果公正。1、to have and have notit had been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon. the road crew were playing a game with dollar notes. folding them into small planes to see whose would fly the furthes

2、t. having nothing better to do, i joined in and won five, and then took the opportunity to escape with my profit. despite the evil-looking clouds, i had to get out for a while.i headed for a shop on the other side of the street. unlike the others, it didnt have a sign shouting its name and business,

3、 and instead of the usual impersonal modem lighting, there was an appealing glow inside. strangely nothing was displayed in the window. not put off by this, i went inside.it took my breath away. i didnt know where to look, where to start. on one wall there hung three hand-stitched american quilts th

4、at were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly-made. i came across tin toys and antique furniture, and on the wall in front of me, a 1957 stratocaster guitar, also in excellent condition. a. card pushed between the strings said $ 50. i ran my hand along a long shelf of records, readi

5、ng their titles. and there was more.“can i help you” she startled me. i hadnt even seen the woman behind the counter come in. the way she looked at me, so directly and with such power. it was a look of such intensity that for a moment i felt as if i were wrapped in some kind of magnetic or electrica

6、l field. i found it hard to take and almost turned away. but though it was uncomfortable. i was fascinated by the experience of her looking straight into me, and by the feeling that i was neither a stranger, nor strange, to her.besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. it was impossible to t

7、ell her age; she reminded me faintly of my grandmother because, although her eyes were friendly. i could see that she was not a woman to fall out with. i spoke at last. “i was just looking really”, i said, though secretly wondering how much of the stuff i could cram into the bus.the woman turned awa

8、y and went at once towards a back room, indicating that i should follow her. but it in no way lived up to the first room. the light made me feel peculiar, too. it came from an oil lamp that was hung from the centre of the ceiling and created huge shadows over everything. there were no rare electric

9、guitars, no old necklaces, no hand-painted boxes with delicate flowers. it was also obvious that it must have taken years, decades, to collect so much rubbish, so many old documents arid papers.i noticed some old books, whose gold lettering had faded, making their titles impossible to read. “they lo

10、ok interesting”, i said, with some hesitation. “to be able to understand that kind of writing you must first have had a similar experience”, she said clearly. she noted the confused look on my face, but didnt add anything.she reached up for a small book which she handed to me. “this is the best book

11、 i can give you at the moment”, she laughed. “if you use it. “ i opened the book to find it full, or rather empty, with blank white pages, but paid her the few dollars she asked for it, becoming embarrassed when i realised the notes were still folded into little paper planes. i put the hook in my po

12、cket, thanked her and left.why did the writer want to leave the hotel _ （ ）a.to have a change of scene.b.to enjoy the good weather.c.to get away from the crew.d.to spend all his winnings.2、to have and have notit had been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon. the road crew were playing a game

13、 with dollar notes. folding them into small planes to see whose would fly the furthest. having nothing better to do, i joined in and won five, and then took the opportunity to escape with my profit. despite the evil-looking clouds, i had to get out for a while.i headed for a shop on the other side o

14、f the street. unlike the others, it didnt have a sign shouting its name and business, and instead of the usual impersonal modem lighting, there was an appealing glow inside. strangely nothing was displayed in the window. not put off by this, i went inside.it took my breath away. i didnt know where t

15、o look, where to start. on one wall there hung three hand-stitched american quilts that were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly-made. i came across tin toys and antique furniture, and on the wall in front of me, a 1957 stratocaster guitar, also in excellent condition. a. card pus

16、hed between the strings said $ 50. i ran my hand along a long shelf of records, reading their titles. and there was more.“can i help you” she startled me. i hadnt even seen the woman behind the counter come in. the way she looked at me, so directly and with such power. it was a look of such intensit

17、y that for a moment i felt as if i were wrapped in some kind of magnetic or electrical field. i found it hard to take and almost turned away. but though it was uncomfortable. i was fascinated by the experience of her looking straight into me, and by the feeling that i was neither a stranger, nor str

18、ange, to her.besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. it was impossible to tell her age; she reminded me faintly of my grandmother because, although her eyes were friendly. i could see that she was not a woman to fall out with. i spoke at last. “i was just looking really”, i said, though se

19、cretly wondering how much of the stuff i could cram into the bus.the woman turned away and went at once towards a back room, indicating that i should follow her. but it in no way lived up to the first room. the light made me feel peculiar, too. it came from an oil lamp that was hung from the centre

20、of the ceiling and created huge shadows over everything. there were no rare electric guitars, no old necklaces, no hand-painted boxes with delicate flowers. it was also obvious that it must have taken years, decades, to collect so much rubbish, so many old documents arid papers.i noticed some old bo

21、oks, whose gold lettering had faded, making their titles impossible to read. “they look interesting”, i said, with some hesitation. “to be able to understand that kind of writing you must first have had a similar experience”, she said clearly. she noted the confused look on my face, but didnt add an

22、ything.she reached up for a small book which she handed to me. “this is the best book i can give you at the moment”, she laughed. “if you use it. “ i opened the book to find it full, or rather empty, with blank white pages, but paid her the few dollars she asked for it, becoming embarrassed when i r

23、ealised the notes were still folded into little paper planes. i put the hook in my pocket, thanked her and left.what attracted the writer to the shop _ （ ）a.the empty window display.b.the fact that it was nearby.c.the lack of a sign or name.d.the light coming from inside.3、to have and have notit had

24、 been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon. the road crew were playing a game with dollar notes. folding them into small planes to see whose would fly the furthest. having nothing better to do, i joined in and won five, and then took the opportunity to escape with my profit. despite the evil

25、-looking clouds, i had to get out for a while.i headed for a shop on the other side of the street. unlike the others, it didnt have a sign shouting its name and business, and instead of the usual impersonal modem lighting, there was an appealing glow inside. strangely nothing was displayed in the wi

26、ndow. not put off by this, i went inside.it took my breath away. i didnt know where to look, where to start. on one wall there hung three hand-stitched american quilts that were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly-made. i came across tin toys and antique furniture, and on the wall

27、 in front of me, a 1957 stratocaster guitar, also in excellent condition. a. card pushed between the strings said $ 50. i ran my hand along a long shelf of records, reading their titles. and there was more.“can i help you” she startled me. i hadnt even seen the woman behind the counter come in. the

28、way she looked at me, so directly and with such power. it was a look of such intensity that for a moment i felt as if i were wrapped in some kind of magnetic or electrical field. i found it hard to take and almost turned away. but though it was uncomfortable. i was fascinated by the experience of he

29、r looking straight into me, and by the feeling that i was neither a stranger, nor strange, to her.besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. it was impossible to tell her age; she reminded me faintly of my grandmother because, although her eyes were friendly. i could see that she was not a wo

30、man to fall out with. i spoke at last. “i was just looking really”, i said, though secretly wondering how much of the stuff i could cram into the bus.the woman turned away and went at once towards a back room, indicating that i should follow her. but it in no way lived up to the first room. the ligh

31、t made me feel peculiar, too. it came from an oil lamp that was hung from the centre of the ceiling and created huge shadows over everything. there were no rare electric guitars, no old necklaces, no hand-painted boxes with delicate flowers. it was also obvious that it must have taken years, decades

32、, to collect so much rubbish, so many old documents arid papers.i noticed some old books, whose gold lettering had faded, making their titles impossible to read. “they look interesting”, i said, with some hesitation. “to be able to understand that kind of writing you must first have had a similar ex

33、perience”, she said clearly. she noted the confused look on my face, but didnt add anything.she reached up for a small book which she handed to me. “this is the best book i can give you at the moment”, she laughed. “if you use it. “ i opened the book to find it full, or rather empty, with blank whit

34、e pages, but paid her the few dollars she asked for it, becoming embarrassed when i realised the notes were still folded into little paper planes. i put the hook in my pocket, thanked her and left.the writer found the stock in the front of the shop _. （ ）a.badly displayedb.of good valuec.of top qual

35、ityd.difficult to get at4、to have and have notit had been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon. the road crew were playing a game with dollar notes. folding them into small planes to see whose would fly the furthest. having nothing better to do, i joined in and won five, and then took the op

36、portunity to escape with my profit. despite the evil-looking clouds, i had to get out for a while.i headed for a shop on the other side of the street. unlike the others, it didnt have a sign shouting its name and business, and instead of the usual impersonal modem lighting, there was an appealing gl

37、ow inside. strangely nothing was displayed in the window. not put off by this, i went inside.it took my breath away. i didnt know where to look, where to start. on one wall there hung three hand-stitched american quilts that were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly-made. i came ac

38、ross tin toys and antique furniture, and on the wall in front of me, a 1957 stratocaster guitar, also in excellent condition. a. card pushed between the strings said $ 50. i ran my hand along a long shelf of records, reading their titles. and there was more.“can i help you” she startled me. i hadnt

39、even seen the woman behind the counter come in. the way she looked at me, so directly and with such power. it was a look of such intensity that for a moment i felt as if i were wrapped in some kind of magnetic or electrical field. i found it hard to take and almost turned away. but though it was unc

40、omfortable. i was fascinated by the experience of her looking straight into me, and by the feeling that i was neither a stranger, nor strange, to her.besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. it was impossible to tell her age; she reminded me faintly of my grandmother because, although her e

41、yes were friendly. i could see that she was not a woman to fall out with. i spoke at last. “i was just looking really”, i said, though secretly wondering how much of the stuff i could cram into the bus.the woman turned away and went at once towards a back room, indicating that i should follow her. b

42、ut it in no way lived up to the first room. the light made me feel peculiar, too. it came from an oil lamp that was hung from the centre of the ceiling and created huge shadows over everything. there were no rare electric guitars, no old necklaces, no hand-painted boxes with delicate flowers. it was

43、 also obvious that it must have taken years, decades, to collect so much rubbish, so many old documents arid papers.i noticed some old books, whose gold lettering had faded, making their titles impossible to read. “they look interesting”, i said, with some hesitation. “to be able to understand that

44、kind of writing you must first have had a similar experience”, she said clearly. she noted the confused look on my face, but didnt add anything.she reached up for a small book which she handed to me. “this is the best book i can give you at the moment”, she laughed. “if you use it. “ i opened the bo

45、ok to find it full, or rather empty, with blank white pages, but paid her the few dollars she asked for it, becoming embarrassed when i realised the notes were still folded into little paper planes. i put the hook in my pocket, thanked her and left.what was unusual about the way the woman looked at

46、him （ ）. （ ）a.it made him feel self-conscious.b.she seemed to know him well.c.it made him want to look away.d.she was happy to stare at him.5、to have and have notit had been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon. the road crew were playing a game with dollar notes. folding them into small pla

47、nes to see whose would fly the furthest. having nothing better to do, i joined in and won five, and then took the opportunity to escape with my profit. despite the evil-looking clouds, i had to get out for a while.i headed for a shop on the other side of the street. unlike the others, it didnt have

48、a sign shouting its name and business, and instead of the usual impersonal modem lighting, there was an appealing glow inside. strangely nothing was displayed in the window. not put off by this, i went inside.it took my breath away. i didnt know where to look, where to start. on one wall there hung

49、three hand-stitched american quilts that were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly-made. i came across tin toys and antique furniture, and on the wall in front of me, a 1957 stratocaster guitar, also in excellent condition. a. card pushed between the strings said $ 50. i ran my han

50、d along a long shelf of records, reading their titles. and there was more.“can i help you” she startled me. i hadnt even seen the woman behind the counter come in. the way she looked at me, so directly and with such power. it was a look of such intensity that for a moment i felt as if i were wrapped

51、 in some kind of magnetic or electrical field. i found it hard to take and almost turned away. but though it was uncomfortable. i was fascinated by the experience of her looking straight into me, and by the feeling that i was neither a stranger, nor strange, to her.besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. it was impossible to tell her age; she