He told us（)he had done.Which of the following is WRONG？

A.wasn't he

B.didn't he

C.did he

D.had he

A.in detail

B.in details

C.at detail

D.at details

My father met my mother in a poker(纸牌)game. He couldnt【C1】______his eyes off her. It was her companys annual【C2】______, and he walked her home that night. The next week, from his home in Chicago, he【C3】______her a post card: "Remember me？ Please【C4】______, because Ill be calling you one of these days. David". She still has that post card. Im not sure what made her【C5】______it. Though he already had his heart【C6】______her, she hadnt chosen him yet,【C7】______not consciously. As my father often told us【C8】______we were growing up, it was【C9】______luck that he was at the picnic that day. A salesman for a big electronics company, he was in town to【C10】______clients and happened to stop by the branch office that Saturday morning to【C11】______some calls. The telephone rang: it was the【C12】______of a local radio station with whom my father had done some business. So the mana-ger【C13】______my father to come right over to their annual picnic. My mother was a writer at that radio station. If my father hadnt【C14】______by the office that morning, he told us,【C15】______if hed gotten there two minutes later the life our lives would have been【C16】______. A few months after the wedding, my father was transferred east. They【C17】______in New York, in the house where I grew up. Sometimes I think about that, how time sweeps us【C18】______and puts us in a certain place where were faced with one choice or another. By chance or by the【C19】______we make, we leave behind whole other lives we could have lived, full of【C20】______passions and joys, different problems and disappointments.

【C1】

A．take

B．meet

C．fix

D．put

A.that... where

B.because... where

C.which... that

D.that... that

Dad, Why Did You Do It？

Every time the phone rings in my flat I jump, especially if it's near midnight. Deep down I know it's only Mum, ringing for a chat because, yet again, she can't sleep. But for a fraction of a second I freeze.

It was midnight when the call came that changed the way I felt about the person I loved most—my dad.

I'd watch his friends playing around with young girls and then look at Dad. "Ridiculous," he'd say, and I'd smile, knowing he could never behave that way.

Last October, as if to prove the point, he whisked Mum away for a romantic weekend in Rome to celebrate their silver wedding anniversary. She was so happy.

I didn't think any couple could he closer and I always dreamed that when I got married it would be the same for me—secure and caring.

Dad always wanted the best for me and he made sure I got it. Thanks to his Army career and pension we were financially better off than most. But he always pushed me to achieve things for myself and not be too dependent on him and Mum.

I loved him for that, but when he packed me off to America for a year to "find myself" I didn't want to go.

Hugging me at the airport, Dad wiped away my tears. "It'll be character building, Emma," he said, adding: "Anyway, if you don't like it after a few months you can come back. But trust me Princess, you'll love it."

He was right. I loved the States, and living there built up my confidence.

Still. I missed Dad like mad. I remember sitting in a coffee bar in Chicago and hiding behind the menu as tears poured down my face.

I was frightened, alone and I knew Dad wasn't there to put his arms around me and reassure me. I rushed out to a phone booth to call him. As soon as I heard his sleepy voice I felt okay.

Then, when I got home 12 months later, nothing much had changed...I thought.

Mum was as madly in love with Dad as she'd been since the day he'd first kissed her in the school playground; and Dad seemed to feel the same—on the outside.

Except he'd finally left the Army and was now an area manager for a car manufacturer. Mum was over the moon—it meant he no longer had to travel all over the country and spend months away from home.

Dad was excited about his new job, and when he started working late neither Mum nor I thought anything of it. He told us it was a new project, and so confidential he wasn't allowed to tell us much about it. I believed he was at work, tucked away in his office—until I got that unforgettable midnight call.

The woman's voice was hesitant but panicky. She asked if I was George's daughter, I didn't realize who she was until she told me Dad was with her—at midnight.

She said she hadn't wanted to ring, that she'd never wanted me to find out about her, but she had no choice. Someone had to know that Dad was on his way to hospital. "He's had a heart attack," she said, her voice trembling.

As I paced up and down the hospital corridor, this strange woman explained that she'd been with my father when he'd collapsed. The thought of them together made me feel ill. While I rushed to the toilet to splash water on my face, I heard a cry. It was her.

As soon as I saw the doctor taking off his mask and laying a hand on her shoulder, I knew Dad had gone.

I couldn't make myself go and look at him. I would've seen a stranger lying there.

The man who for 24 years had told me never to lie, to be true to myself and always to treasure family values above all else, had slipped away from my lift for ever.

Only then did I discover this woman worked for the company. She was Dad's so-called "confidential project".

An hour or so later I broke the news to Mum. I said Dad had suffered a heart attack

A．Y

B．N

C．NG

A.sense

B.idea

C.meaning

D.significant

He told us to use our dictionaries to ______any words we didn't understand.

A．look for

B．look out

C．look up

D．look at

A.A.

B.B.told; had gone

C.C.was told; went

D.D.was told; had gone

E.E.told; had been

____________________(他想告诉你的是) before he left was that he had never told a lie to you.

The police told him to ____________(大概描述一下)what he had seen on the scene.

did not come easily at all. They cost him a great deal of hard work. We know now often he rewrote and corrected his work because his notebooks are still kept in museums and libraries. He always found it hard to satisfy himself.

When he was 28, the worst difficulty of all came to him. He began to notice a strange humming in his ears. At first he paid little attention, but it grew worse, and at last he consulted doctors. They gave him the worst news any musician can hear: he was gradually going deaf. Beethoven was in despair, he was sure that he was going to die.

He went away to the country, to a place called Heiligenstadt, and from there he wrote a long farewell letter to his brothers. In this letter he told them how depressed and lonely his deafness had made him. "It was impossible for me to ask men to speak louder or shout, for I am cleat," he wrote. "How could I possibly admit an infirmity (残废) in the one sense (hearing) which should have been more perfect in me than in others...？ I must live like an exile." He longed to die, and said to death, "Come when you will. I shall meet you bravely."

In fact, Beethoven did something braver than dying. He gathered his courage and went on writing music, though he could hear what he wrote only more and more faintly. He wrote his best music, the music we remember him for, after he became deaf. The music he wrote was very different from any that had been composed before. Instead of the elegant and stately music that earlier musicians had written for their wealthy listeners, Beethoven wrote stormy, exciting, revolutionary music, which reminds us of his troubled and courageous life. He grew to admire courage more than anything, and he called one of his symphonies the Eroica or Heroic Symphony to celebrate the memory of a great man. Describing the dramatic opening notes of his famous Fifth Symphony, he said, "Thus fate knocks on the door."

In time Beethoven went completely deaf, He was lonely and often unhappy, but in spite of this, he often wrote joyful music. In his last symphony, the Ninth, a choir sings a wonderful Hymn of Joy. Because of his courage and determination to overcome his terrible disaster, his music has given joy and inspiration to millions of people.

In the first paragraph we are told that Beethoven found that writing great music ______.

A．was easy

B．was difficult

C．was straightforward

D．easily satisfied him