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广东省深圳市耀华实验学校2018-2019学年七年级上学期英语期中考试试卷(含听力音频)

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    Our class is going to visit the zoo. Our town has a big zoo with a lot of 1 in it. There are some beautiful tigers and two old 2. They eat a lot of meat every day. There are also two big elephants and a baby one. I want to3on one of the elephants. The elephants are tame(驯服的) and 4. They eat a lot of grass every day. They like children because they sometimes5 the elephants bread and bananas. Elephants like bananas very much.

    In our zoo there are also brown, black bears and white bears. They stand on their back legs, hold up their arms and ask for food. They like 6 very much.

    There is also a Children's Corner in our zoo. There children 7 horses and donkeys and watch the monkeys. The monkeys are very 8. They climb up ropes and jump down again and play with each other like small children. They love nuts and 9and bread. I am going to 10a basket to the zoo with bread, cakes, nuts and bananas.

(1)
A、animals B、things C、plants D、flowers
(2)
A、rabbits B、pandas C、sheep D、lions
(3)
A、ride B、walk C、drive D、play
(4)
A、bad B、small C、kind D、short
(5)
A、give B、put C、cook D、make
(6)
A、tigers B、kids C、grass D、cakes
(7)
A、buy B、ride C、eat D、drive
(8)
A、interesting B、kind C、busy D、dangerous
(9)
A、apples B、bananas C、pears D、oranges
(10)
A、buy B、get C、send D、take
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My dad was driving to the city center to shop and I was going along for the ride. At least that was what I had told him— 1 I had an important question to ask—that had been on my mind for a couple of weeks and this was the first time I had been able to 2with him alone.
“Dad…”I started. And 3 .
“Yes?” he said.
“The kids say there is no Father Christmas. They say I'm 4 to believe in Father Christmas anymore…it's only for little kids. But I believe what you told me. Father Christmas is 5 . He is, isn't he, Dad?”
“The real life and spirit of this magical elf (精灵) lives forever in your heart, my heart, Mom's heart and in the hearts and minds of 6 people who believe in the joy that giving to others brings. The real 7 of Father Christmas becomes what you can give rather what you get. Once you understand this and it becomes 8 of you, Father Christmas becomes even more exciting and more magical because you come to 9 the magic comes from you when Father Christmas lives in your heart. Do you understand what I am 10 to tell you?”
My heart was filled with pride and I'm sure my eyes were shining with 11 .” Of course, Dad. I want him to be in my heart, just like he's in yours. I love you, Daddy. You're the best Father Christmas who has 12been in the whole world.”
When it comes time in my life to 13 the reality of Father Christmas to my children, I hope that I will be as eloquent (有口才) and 14 as my dad was the day I learned that the spirit of Father Christmas doesn't wear a red 15 . And I hope they will accept me as I did that day. I'm sure they will.

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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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