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北京市海淀区2016-2017学年高一上学期英语期末考试试卷

完形填空

Crayon Crisis

    The telephone rang. It was my sister, who was working in an elementary school. She told me she used my crayon 1 again.

    Over 40 years ago, I sat in my first-grade classroom2 the teacher asked me to go to the principal's office. I was shy. And I hated to be  3 For me, being called to the principal's office was my worst dream.

    When I pushed open the door, it was worse than I thought. Seated in front of the principal's desk were my 4 My father walked straight over to me. Holding my drawings, he asked, “Why do you only use a black crayon when you draw?" I couldn't speak.

    “5 me your desk,” said my father.

In my classroom, my father pulled out my crayon box from my desk. A single nub of a crayon rested in his palm—it was black.6, my father asked, “Where are the rest of your crayons? ”

    I quietly explained that I'd given all the other crayons to friends. I'd been   7 like my parents had taught me. My father let out a deep 8“You were sharing?”

    I nodded my head.

Back to the office, I looked at my father, then at the principal—both their faces were 9The principal whispered that I could go. I waved goodbye to my parents. My mother waved back, but I couldn't get my father's 10 he was glaring at the principal.

    I learned years later that my father's face was red due to 11 and the principal's was red due to embarrassment. The principal,12 seeing all my artwork done in black crayon, assumed (猜想) that I had deep emotional problems. He had called my parents in to discuss “my 13” and to suggest some psychological counseling (心理咨询).

    I was too afraid to say that I only had one crayon left. I was too shy to ask for my “shared” crayons back. Because I didn't 14 up for myself, others assumed the worst.

    Today my sister tells her students, “Don't be 15 to speak up. If you don't, I just might make the wrong assumption. Let me tell a story about my sister, when she was around your age...”

(1)
A、story B、dream C、adventure D、event
(2)
A、since B、when C、once D、after
(3)
A、separated B、noticed C、chosen D、observed
(4)
A、teachers B、classmates C、friends D、parents
(5)
A、Pass B、Offer C、Give D、Show
(6)
A、Excited B、Puzzled C、Moved D、Interested
(7)
A、lending B、learning C、sharing D、following
(8)
A、voice B、word C、cry D、breath
(9)
A、red B、white C、yellow D、blue
(10)
A、permission B、attention C、advice D、support
(11)
A、surprise B、sadness C、anger D、amazement
(12)
A、at B、by C、in D、on
(13)
A、hobby B、study C、nature D、worry
(14)
A、stand B、get C、take D、make
(15)
A、nervous B、hurried C、afraid D、eager
举一反三
阅读下面短文,掌握其大意,然后从各题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中选出最佳选项。
    It was lunchtime and I walked into a small branch bank on the West Side. I had come to 1 a checking account. The only officer on 2 was a fortyish black man, standing 3 a small counter from a young white boy who was wearing a V-necked sweater. I thought I was especially  4 of the boy because he looked more like from a prep school than a 5 in a West Side bank.
    The boy continued to 6 my attention because of what happened next. He was holding an open savings-account book and 7 an expression of disappointment. “But I don't understand. I opened the account myself, so why can't I 8 any money?” the boy said, his voice breaking.
    “I know it is, but those are the rules. I've already explained to you that a fourteen-year-old is not 9 to withdraw money without a letter from his parents,” the officer explained patiently.
    Suddenly I noticed the 10 had a series of small deposits (存款)and withdraws. Then I questioned the officer, “How do you 11 that? Why did you let him withdraw money before, but not now?” He looked12 . “Because the tellers were not aware of his age before and now they are. It's really very 13” I turned to the boy with a shrug. “You're really getting 14,” I said. “You ought to get your parents to come here and protest.” The boy looked destroyed. 15 , he put his savings book in a rear-pocket and walked out of the bank.
    The officer turned to me. “You know,” he said, “you really shouldn't have got 16 .” I couldn't believe what he was saying. “We were 17 this morning that some neighborhood bully has been shaking down (敲诈) this boy for more than a month. The guy was 18 him to take money out every week and hand it over. The poor kid was 19 too scared to tell anyone. Anyway, the police are on the case and they'll probably make a(n) 20 today.”
    “You mean there is no rule about being too young to withdraw money from a savings account?”
    “Not that I ever heard of. Now, sir, what can we do for you?”
阅读下面短文,从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C、D)中,选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项。

    I watch her and her mother decorate her college dormitory room. Everything is in place, 1 and arranged. I closely watch that which I would have in the past 2. I know that this time is 3. As half of her room has been nicely decorated, I begin to 4 that her room at home is no longer hers. It is now ours, our room for her when she 5.

    I 6 myself thinking of when I held her in my arm for the first time in hospital. One day old, so 7, so beautiful, so totally dependent on her new 8. All thoughts went through my mind as I 9 her eyes, her nose and her mouth. Time passes 10.

    She looks up now, catching me 11 at her, causing her to say to her mother. "Mom, Dad's looking at me funny."

    The last few days, I touch her arm, her face—12 that when my wife and I return home, she will not be 13 us. I have so much to say, but no 14 with which to say it.

    She says, "It'll be all right, Dad. I'll be home from 15 soon." I tell her she will have a great year but I say little else. I only hold on to our good-bye hug a little longer, a little 16.

    My wife' eyes follow her 17 she leaves us. Mine do not. I know that what she is welcoming is exciting and 18. I remember what the world looked like to me when everything was 19.

    When I walk to the car with my wife at my side, my eyes are wet, my heart is painful, and I realize that my life is 20 forever.

阅读下面短文,从短文后各题所给的A、B、C和D四个选项中,选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项。

    Chris is a columnist (专栏作家) at citypages.com whose life turned upside down in 2017. Chris was willing to share his story but his own print deadlines made it a(n) 1  task for this time. In 2017 Chris found out his 2  condition left much to be desired and that he needed a kidney transplant (移植). Any person would have been lost in such a situation but Chris tuned to the place where he felt most comfortable——Twitter.

    The whole operation thing takes lots of efforts on a donor's (捐赠者) side and Chris continued 3  all the details on his blog and Facebook account. In the meantime, he was 4  a tiresome process of hemodialysis (血液透析) 5 waste and water removal from his blood and it generally takes 4 hours.

    6 , 19 people replied to Chris's tweet (推特信息)! They were his lawyers or just people he met at some party months ago and even complete 7 . None of them was his family, relative or Just a 8  friend. Just imagine all these people accepting medical checks, 9  their blood types and stuff of the kind to make a great 10 to a person they hardly knew! One person 11  ideally­­­Scott. Strangely enough Scott and Chris never met in person before the 12 and really saw each other for the first time on a thanksgiving evening. Both men felt that it was somewhat easier for them to let their communication flow on Social Media 13 a certain point of time. Scott sent Chris a 14 tweet even after the successful operation. When seeing Scott for the first time on a family dinner Chris couldn't say all he wanted at first and his writing talent 15 at one time.

    Social Media 16 worked! Chris has a healthy kidney now thanks to Scott, Twitter, Facebook, and the inventor of the web. For some people, 17 networks are pure evil or just time consuming black holes, but Social Media was once a 18  for Chris. It isn't just a place where people 19 their time on lonely evenings. For some of us it is also one of few paths that can lead to a certain kind of 20 .

语法填空(语篇)

Once,in a lovely garden,lived the most beautiful butterfly in the world.She was so pretty,and had won so many beauty contests {#blank#}1{#/blank#} she had become very proud.One day,the naughty cockroach(蟑螂)got fed up with her showing off,and decided {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(teach)her a lesson.

She went to see the butterfly,and in front of everyone she said that the butterfly wasn't really that {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(beauty),and that the butterfly only won the competitions because the judges had been paid.In {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(real),the cockroach was the most beautiful.

The butterfly was {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(anger) and said to the cockroach,"I will beat you in a beauty contest,with whichever judges you yourself choose."

"OK,I accept.See you on Saturday," answered the cockroach,and left without {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(wait) for a reply.

That Saturday everyone went to the beauty contest.The butterfly {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(arrive) completely confident of victory until she saw {#blank#}8{#/blank#} the judges were:cockroaches,worms and beetles.All of {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(they) preferred the ugliness and bad smell of the cockroach.

The butterfly was left {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(cry)and disappointed,wanting never to enter another beauty contest in her life.Fortunately,the cockroach forgave the butterfly for her pride and they became friends.

 阅读下面短文,从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中,选出最佳选项。

It was the middle of winter some 30 years ago. I was a young father with three little mouths to 1 . My college education, however, didn't help me to 2 a well-paid job. I was working in a woodcutting business for just above the 3 wage. Working outdoors for 8 hours a day had caused my4 to split (裂开) and bleed at their tips in the cold, dry air. 

That day at work was harder than normal. We 5 workers. Worse still, the machines kept breaking down. When the day finally ended, I took off the gloves and 6 my painful hands. The splits were 7 than ever and I had bled through the band-aids again. I tried to 8 my back but it hurt badly. I had never felt that tired and 9 before, wondering why life was so tough and how long I could keep doing this. 

I tried to 10 a smile as I got home. My daughter ran up to me merrily, yelled "Daddy!", and 11 her little arms around my neck. My heart exploded with 12 . My aches and tiredness disappeared into her13 . And the joy in my heart 14 the depression away. At that moment I knew I could continue on and that things would get better. 

We all have 15 fingers and band-aid days in our lives here. But with love we can make it through them all.

 阅读理解

Upon my arrival at Falconwood Apiary, Kaat Kaye is already engrossed in the meticulous inspection of the apian domiciles, oblivious to my arrival. I find myself privy to her soft murmurings directed towards the bees, their mellifluous drone resonating through the atmosphere, interspersed with her gentle words of encouragement and compromise.

Kaye was born with profound auditory impairment. Although she has the capacity to perceive sounds with the aid of auditory prosthetics, she often dispenses with them during her labors. "Acoustic sensations are alien to my experience," she elucidates. "I revel in the tranquility and stillness. In the company of bees, aural perception is superfluous. My concentration is heightened when not beset by incessant auditory distractions."

Adorned with naught but her cowl, apiarian instrument, and device for the emission of smoke, Kaye proceeds with a measured and deliberate gait. In contrast, I am excessively attired, having donned a comprehensive protective garment for our encounter. She advises me to shed the gloves I've brought along and directs me to a position that will minimize the agitation of the bees. Kaye's tender and cautious methodology instills a sense of calm in my presence among her charges. As our time together accrues, my admiration for Kaye's fervor for apiculture and the manner in which her auditory limitations have sculpted her distinctive methodology deepens.

In her vocation, she champions organic apicultural practices that minimize the utilization of chemical treatments. Moreover, she gathers all the requisite intelligence for the stewardship of the hives by depending on her non-auditory senses. Perhaps most notably, what renders Kaye an extraordinary apiarist is almost metaphysical. Excelling in her vocation is inextricably linked to adaptability, navigating the myriad uncertainties that emerge on any given day. Is precipitation excessive? Scarce? When will the flora reach full bloom? Will it yield a bountiful harvest of honey? She responds with alacrity, ensuring not to disrupt the bees' cadence and equilibrium.

"There is a profound, almost spiritual dimension to the craft of beekeeping," she remarked. "You cannot exert absolute dominion over them, akin to any element of the natural world, indeed. Some years bestow upon us an abundant honey harvest. Other years are fraught with adversity, resulting in the loss of half of the hive. There is considerable sorrow but also considerable delight, too, in simply toiling in the great outdoors with these sentient beings—a living, complex superorganism."

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