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上海市闵行区2018届九年级英语第二次模拟考试试卷

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    Emily was an eighth grader. To pass her Civics course, she had to do some volunteer services in a nursing home for a week.

    One Monday, Emily went to the nursing home after school. When she arrived, she was told she would spend an hour every weekday with an elderly lady, Mrs Blair. She was then led into a room, where an old lady in a flowery dress was sitting on a sofa.

    Emily stood awkwardly(别扭地)in front of the lady. She cleared her throat and said, "Good afternoon. I'm Emily."

    "Good afternoon, Emily. Take a seat, please." Mrs. Blair replied.

    Then,1filled the space between them. Emily wondered what to say.

    "Tell me about yourself, Emily," Mrs Blair said suddenly.

    "Well," Emily started, "I don't have any grandparents, so I don't know how to get on well with elderly people. I love the performing arts. I'm here mainly because I have to volunteer here to get a good grade for my Civics class."

    Mrs Blair didn't seem to mind. 'Many people, especially teens, don't seem to2old people like me. Now you are here, and I'm going to change that about you. Ask me anything."

    Emily thought for a moment, and finally decided, "What was your job?"

    "I was a Broadway star in the 1950s."MrsBlair answered.

    Cool! Can you tell me about it?" Emily asked, amazed.

    Mrs Blair smiled. "Back then3the lead actress had the honor to wear a special bracelet. I was the lead in almost all of the plays, so I always wore the bracelet. Till this day, I still have it."

    Emily smiled along with Mrs Blair and listened to the other stories attentively. She had become very4Mrs Blair's stories. She decided to come earlier the next day.

    Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday passed by quickly. Then came Friday. As she was leaving, Emily was really upset to say goodbye.

    "Don't be sad. You can still visit me," Mrs Blair comforted her. She then handed a small box to Emily, "It's my gift to you."

    Emily5opened the box and was surprised to see what was inside. "It's the bracelet that you wore. Thank you!" Emily said, with tears in her eyes free.

    I'm sure to visit you whenever I'm on the way home, Emily thought of her own love for the performing arts. She touched the bracelet and6that she would keep her word to Mrs Blair.

(1)
A、happiness B、friendship C、silence D、humour
(2)
A、care for B、agree with C、depend on D、worry about
(3)
A、even B、maybe C、yet D、only
(4)
A、afraid of B、interested in C、pleased with D、familiar with
(5)
A、angrily B、easily C、carefully D、suddenly
(6)
A、promised B、denied C、introduced D、lied
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No One Words But My Own
The classroom was full of those of us who wanted to work on the school newspaper. I didn't write a lot, but working on the paper sounded like fun. I 1the idea of being a reporter, interviewing my friends, and covering middle school events.
To be chosen, we had to turn in an example of our 2. I wrote an article about the joys of summer, and showed it to my father, a talent poet he read it and frowned (皱眉).
“It's okay.” my father said, taking out a pencil “But how about changing this sentence to ..." And as a result, he rewrote the whole piece—without me, for I never said anything to3 him.
No surprise—his version(版本)was 4. He had a gift for language. It was so much better than my piece that I turned in his version instead of mine.
"Welcome to the Dundee School News," my teacher said to me. But before I could be 5 about the news, he added, “ Based on that excellent article you wrote about summer, I expect you to write a personal opinion article every week for the second page of the paper."I was so surprised! I was unable to write at that level, but I couldn't tell the6 to the teacher, and I couldn't ask my father for help, 7That term working on the paper was8painful. And my teacher clearly expressed his 9. “Can't you write something more like the first piece you wrote?”He said, each time I turned10my article.
I couldn't, because at that age, I didn't have my fathers ability and experience as a writer. Week after week, I tried hard, but my writing never 11 the level of the first article.
At last, to my total shame, another student took my place. I 12 that my father rewrote my first article himself, instead of simply trying to help me to improve it .But in my heart I knew it was my fault (错误)13 I allowed him to do it. Later, I did become a successful writer on my own. Looking back, I realized that the pain and shame of that school experience had a14side. It taught me to 15 myself and be myself. So every day, I try to use my own words, find my own style and be my own best self. It feels great.
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