问答题Part BDirections: Read the story in Chinese below, and then write a composition of no less than 150 words under the title of "The Goal of Life". Your composition should be based on the story and the following outline. Please write it clearly. Outlines： (1)What have you learned from the story? (2)What is the goal of your life? If you have achieved the goal of your life, what would you do? 目标 在英国有一位残疾青年，他双腿走起路来很困难，却凭着坚强的信念和毅力创造了一次又 一次的壮举：他19岁时登上了世界最高峰珠穆朗玛峰；21岁时登上了阿尔卑斯山：22岁时登 上了乞力马扎罗山；28岁前他登完了世界上所有著名的高山。然而，就在28岁这一年他自杀 了。原来在他11岁时，他父母在攀登乞力马扎罗山时不幸遭遇雪崩双双遇难。他的父母在临行 前给他留下了遗嘱，希望他能像父母一样，登完世界上所有著名的高山。这位残疾青年把父母 的遗嘱作为他人生奋斗的目标，当全部目标实现的时候，他感到前所未有的无奈和绝望。他留 下遗言：“如今，功成名就的我感到无事可做了，我没有了新的目标……”

问答题Edith Smith of New York was concerned about her 18-month-old daughter, Amanda The daughter did not respond when her parents spoke to her, and never react to noises. "She doesn't seem to know what is happening around her," she told the doctor. Without examining Amanda, the doctor assured Edith that her little girl was fine. But when Amanda was not talking by the time she was two, Edith and her husband became more and more anxious. {{U}}(1) Finally, Edith took Amanda to an ear, nose and throat specialist, who did an auditory brain-stem response test in which clicking sounds sent through earphones are measured in the brain.{{/U}} This examination showed that Amanda was severely hearing-impaired in both ears. The tragedy was that late detection had delayed her language development and threatened, long-term, to hinder her growth socially. Hearing impairment is one of the most common birth defects in Asia today. {{U}}(2) Dr. Andrew Smith, medical officer with the World Health organization's Activities for Prevention of Deafness and Heating Impairment Team in Geneva, Switzerland, estimates that 5.5 million children in Asian-Pacific region are deaf or hearing-impaired.{{/U}} He says that the lack of awareness among parents and some physicians about hearing impairment is a major reason for late detection in children. Choy Kwee Yuen of Singapore initially did not suspect there was anything wrong with his child. At six month, Choy Jing Xian cooed and gurgled like any other baby. But when Jing Xian was eight months old, Choy became concerned. The infant would sleep through loud noises, including slaps of thunder. His doctor referred the boy to a specialist, who found that Jing Xian had a severe hearing impairment. {{U}}(3) "All babies up to six months old make vocal noises--it's a natural reflex," says the specialist, "It's hard to distinguish between a three-month-old hearing baby and a three-month-old deaf baby."{{/U}} He also stresses that even children with moderately severe hearing loss may hear loud sounds or react to hand movements. {{U}}(4) If a doctor tests a young deaf child's hearing by ringing a bell next to his ear, he may react to the movement of hand rather than the sound.{{/U}} Because hearing problems are often not detected, many children muddle along until hearing screenings are given at school. They don't know they have a problem, and their symptoms may be misinterpreted. {{U}}(5) Mounting evidence shows that the longer the delay in diagnosing the problem, the more trouble the child has in developing language and social skills.{{/U}}

问答题我们都已经长大了，有能力处理自己的事情。

问答题Winning is often the result of persistence, of not giving up when your goal appears to be in jeopardy. "When you adopt the attitude that if you do something it will make a difference, that"s confidence," Rosabeth Moss Kanter, author of the bestselling book Confidence says. "Look at your situation and think of yourself as being in the middle of it. The story is rarely over, even when the great majority think it is—something every sports fan knows." Kicker Adam Vinatieri helped the New England Patriots football team defeat the Miami Dolphins 27—24 on December 29, 2002, when he kicked a 42-yard field goal in the final seconds, after many spectators had already got up from their seats to make their way out of the stadium. This event got fans saying, "It"s not over until Vinatieri kicks." Sure enough, in the 2004 Super Bowl, Vinatieri kicked the game-winning points for the Patriots in the final few seconds. Certainly, there will still be moments and situations that just aren"t going to go your way, and this is the time when confidence needs to be tempered by realism. If you believe in yourself so strongly that you act rashly, confidence can actually make you "stupid". So handle it with care—and use your confidence wisely.

问答题由小学到中学，所修习的无非是一些普通的基本知识。就是大学四年，所授课业也还是相当粗浅的学识。世人常称大学为“最高学府”，这名称易滋误解，好象过此以上即无学问可言。大学的研究所才是初步研究学问的所在，在这里做学问也只能算是粗涉藩篱，注重的是研究学问的方法与实习。学无止境，一生的时间都嫌太短，所以古人皓首穷经，头发白了还是在继续研究，不过在这样的研究中确是有浓厚的趣味。

问答题...He realized that these walks amused neither of them, but he could not bear to leave her, and did all he could to lengthen them till she became tired and out of temper. He knew that she did not care for him, and he tried to force a love which his reason told him was not in her nature: she was cold. He had no claim on her, but he could not help being exacting. Now that they were more intimate he found it less easy to control his temper; he was often irritable and could not help saying bitter things. Often they quarreled, and she would not speak to him for a while; but this always reduced him to subjection, and he crawled before her. He was angry with himself for showing so little dignity. He grew furiously jealous if he saw her speaking to any other man in the shop, and when he was jealous he seemed to be beside himself. He would deliberately insult her, leave the shop, and spend afterwards a sleepless night tossing on his bed, by turns angry and remorseful. Next day he would go to the shop and appeal forgiveness.

问答题You should write about 100 words on ANSWER SHEET g. Do not sign your own name at the end of the letter. Use "Li Ming" instead. Do not write the address.

问答题Directions: You have bought a brand-new computer in a dealer's office. But much to your disappointment, it could not be normally operated when you got it back. Write a letter to the manager, 1) launching your complaints, 2) specifying its troubles, 3) and proposing solutions. Write your letter in no less than 100 words. Write it neatly on ANSWER SHEET 2. Do not sign your own name at the end of the letter, use "Li Ming" instead. Do not write the address.

问答题HIV

问答题Directions: You have made an appointment with Prof. Li, but failed to keep it. Write a letter to your teacher to 1) apologize for your failure to keep the appointment; 2) explain your reason to your teacher; 3) express your wish to make another appointment. You should write about 100 words on ANSWER SHEET 2. Do not sign your own name at the end of the letter. Use "Li Ming" instead.

问答题It was not until 1896 that the first Olympics of modern times were held in Athens．

问答题{{B}}Directions:{{/B}} There is controversy over the good and bad sides of being an only child in the family. Some believe that growing up in a family with several brothers or sisters offers more advantages than disadvantages while others argue that being an only child is more advantageous. This is an interesting topic worth discussion. What is your point of view? You are going to write an essay to offer your opinion about it. In your essay, you should 1) state clearly your point of view, 2) support your view with example or examples, 3) draw a nature conclusion to your essay, and 4) remember to supply an appropriate title to your essay. You should write 160—200 words neatly on ANSWER SHEET 2. (20 points)

问答题Please comment on the following story in about 500 words.On the RoadHe was not interested in the snow. When he got off the freight, one early evening during the depression, Sargeant never even noticed the snow. But he must have felt it seeping down his neck, cold, wet, sopping in his shoes. But if you had asked him, he wouldn"t have known it was snowing. Sargeant didn"t see the snow, not even under the bright lights of the main street, falling white and flaky against the night. He was too hungry, too sleepy, too tired.The Reverend Mr. Dorset, however, saw the snow when he switched on his porch light, opened the front door of his parsonage, and found standing there before him a big black man with snow on his face, a human piece of night with snow on his face—obviously unemployed.Said the Reverend Mr. Dorset before Sargeant even realized he"d opened his mouth: "I"m sorry. No! Go right down this street four blocks and turn to your left, walk up seven and you"ll see the Relief Shelter. I"m sorry. No!" He shut the door.Sargeant wanted to tell the holy man that he had already been to the Relief Shelter, been to hundreds of relief shelters during the depression years, the beds were always gone and supper was over, the place was full, and they drew the color line anyhow. But the minister said "No" and shut the door. Evidently he didn"t want to hear about it. And he had a door to shut.The big black man turned away. And even yet he didn"t see the snow, walking right into it. Maybe he sensed it, cold, wet, sticking to his jaws, wet on his black hands, sopping in his shoes. He stopped and stood on the sidewalk hunched over—hungry, sleepy, cold—looking up and down. Then he looked right where he was—in front of a church! Of course! A church! Sure, right next to a parsonage, certainly a church.It had two doors.Broad white steps in the night all snowy white, two high arched doors with slender stone pillars on either side. And way up, a round lacy window with a stone crucifix in the middle and Christ on the crucifix in stone. All this was pale in the street lights, solid and stony pale in the snow.Sargeant blinked. When he looked up, the snow fell into his eyes. For the first time that night he saw the snow. He shook his head. He shook the snow from his coat sleeves, felt hungry, felt lost, felt not lost, felt cold. He walked up the steps for the church. He knocked at the door. No answer. He tried the handle. Locked. He put his shoulder against the door and his long black body slanted like a ramrod. He pushed. With loud rhythmic grunts, like the grunts in a chain-gang song, he pushed against the door."I"m tired,...Huh! ...Hangry...Uh! ...I"m sleepy...Huh! I"m cold...I got to sleep somewhere," Sargeant said. "This here is church, ain"t it? Well, uh!"He pushed against the door.Suddenly, with an undue cracking and squeaking, the door began to give way to the tall black Negro who pushed ferociously against the door.By now two or three white people had stopped in the street, and Sargeant was vaguely aware of some of them yelling at him concerning the door. Three or four more came running, yelling at him."Hey!" they said, "Hey!""Uh-huh," answered the big tall Negro, "I know it"s a white folks" church, but I got to sleep somewhere." He gave another lunge at the door. "Huh!"And the door broke open.But just when the door gave way two white cops arrived in a car, ran up the steps with their clubs, and grabbed Sargeant. But Sargeant for once had no intention of being pulled or pushed away from the door.Sargeant grabbed, but not for anything so weak as a broken door. He grabbed for one of the tall stone pillars beside the door, grabbed at it and caught it. And held it. The cops pulled. Sargeant pulled. Most of the people in the street got behind the cops and helped them pull."A big black unemployed Negro holding onto our church!" thought the people. "The idea!"The cops began to beat Sargeant over the head, and nobody protested. But he held on.And then the church fell down.Gradually, the big stone front of the church fell down, the walls and the rafters, the crucifix and the Christ. Then the whole thing fell down, covering the cops and the people with bricks and stones and debris. The whole church fell down in the snow.Sargeant got out from under the church and went walking on up the street with the stone pillar on his shoulder. He was under the impression that he had buried the parsonage and the Reverend Mr. Dorset who said "No!". So he laughed, and threw the pillar six blocks up the street and went on.Sargeant thought he was alone, but listening to the crunch, crunch, crunch on the snow of his own footsteps, he heard other footsteps, too, doubling his own. He looked around, and there was Christ walking along beside him, the same Christ that had been on the cross on the church—still stone with a rough stone surface, walking along beside him just like he was broken of the cross when the church fell down."Well, I"ll be dogged," said Sargeant. "This here"s the first time I ever seed you off the cross...""Yes," said Christ, crunching his feet in the snow. "You had to pull the church down to get me off the cross.""You glad?" said Sargeant."I sure am," said Christ.They both laughed."I"m a hell of a fellow, ain"t I?" said Sargeant. "Done pulled the church down!""You did a good job," said Christ. "They have kept me nailed on a cross nearly two thousand years.""Whee-ee-e!" saie Sargent. "I know you are glad to get off.""I sure am" said Christ.They walked on in the snow. Sargenat looked at the man of stone."And you been up there two thousand years?""I sure have," Christ said."Well, if I had a little cash," said Sargeant, "I"d show you around a bit.""I been around," said Christ."Yeah, but that was a long time ago.""All the same," said Christ, "I"ve been around,"They walked on in the snow until they came to the railroad yards. Sargeant was tired, sweating and tired."Where you goin"?" Sargeant said, stopping by the tracks. He looked at Christ. Sargenat said, "I"m just a bum on the road. How about you? Where you goin"?""God knows," Christ said, "but I"m leavin" here."They saw the red and green lights of the railroad yard half veiled by the snow that fell out of the night. Away down the track they saw a fire in a hobo jungle."I can go there and sleep," Sargeant said."You can?""Sure," said Sargeant. "That place ain"t got no doors."Outside the town, along the tracks, there were barren trees and bushes below the embankment, snow-gray in the dark. And down among the trees and bushes there were makeshift houses made out of boxes and tin and old pieces of wood and canvas. You couldn"t see them in the dark, but you knew they were there if you"d ever been on the road, if you had ever lived with the homeless and hungry in a depression."I"m side-tracking," Sargeant said. "I"m tired.""I"m gonna make it on to Kansas Cit," said Christ."OK," Sargeant said, "So long!"He went down into the hobo jungle and found himself a place to sleep. He never did see Christ no more. About 6:00 a.m. a freight came by. Sargeant scrambled out of the jungle with a dozen or so more hobos and ran along the track, grabbing at the freight. It was dawn, early dawn, cold and gray."Wonder where Christ is by now?" Sargeant thought. "He must-a gone on way on down the road. He didn"t sleep in this jungle."Sargeant grabbed the train and started to pull himself up into a moving coal car, over the edge of a wheeling coal car. But strangely enough, the car was full of cops. The nearest cop rapped Sargeant soundly across the knuckles with his night stick. Wham! Rapped his big black hands for clinging to the top of the car. Wham! But Sargeant did not turn loose. He clung on and tried to pull himself into the car. He hollered at the top of his voice, "Damn it, lemme in this car!""Shut up," barked the cop. "You crazy coon!" He rapped Sargeant across the knuckles and punched him in the stomach. "You ain"t but in no jungle now, this ain"t no train. You in jail!"Wham! Across his bare black fingers clinging to the bars of his cell. Wham! Between the steel bars low down against his shins.Suddenly Sargeant realized that he really was in jail. He wasn"t on no train. The blood of the night before had dried on his face, his head hurt terribly, and a cop outside in the corridor was hitting him across the knuckles for holding onto the door, yelling and shaking the cell door."They must-a took me to jail for breaking,down the door last night," Sargeant thought, "that church door."Sargeant went over and sat on a wooden bench against the cold stone wall. He was emptier than ever. His clothes were wet, clammy cold wet, and shoes sloppy with snow water. It was just about dawn. There he was, locked up behind a cell door, nursing his bruised fingers.The bruised fingers were his, but not the door.Not the club but the fingers."You wait," mumbled Sargeant, black against the fail wall. "I"m gonna break down this door, too.""Shut up—or I"ll paste you one," said the cop.Then he must have been talking to himself because he said, "I wonder where Christ"s gone? I wonder if he"s gone to Kansas City?"

问答题cease-fire agreement

问答题{{B}}Directions:{{/B}}Studythefollowingpicturecarefullyandwriteanessayto1)describethepicture,2)interpretthemeaning,and3)commentontheissue.Youshouldwrite160-200wordsonANSWERSHEETⅡ.

问答题Jobs" genius for creating products and his marketing talent have long been hailed. All of that comes through in Becoming Steve Jobs , Schlender"s and Tetzeli"s new book. They contend that Jobs was a far more complex and interesting man than the half-genius/ half-jerk stereotype, and a good part of their book is an attempt to craft a more rounded portrait. What makes their book important is that they also contend—persuasively, I believe—that, the stereotype notwithstanding, he was not the same man in his prime that he had been at the beginning of his career. The inexperienced, impulsive, arrogant youth who co-founded Apple was very different from the mature and thoughtful man who returned to his struggling creation and turned it into a company that made breathtaking products while becoming the dominant technology company of our time. Had he not changed, they write, he would not have succeeded.

问答题Read the following passage. Write an essay discussing the passage. Your essay should include such elements as its social significance, the setting, plot, characters, theme, and writing technique.One Flew over the Cuckoo"s Nest (Ken Kesey) I know how they work it, the fog machine. We had a whole platoon used to operate fog machines around airfields overseas. Whenever intelligence figured there might be a bombing attack, or if the generals had something secret they wanted to pull—out of sight, hid so good that even the spies on the base couldn"t see what went on they fogged the field.It"s a simple rig: you got an ordinary compressor sucks sate out of one tank and a special oil out of another tank, and compresses them together, and from the black stem at the end of the machine blooms a white cloud of fog that can cover a whole airfield in ninety seconds.The first thing I saw when I landed in Europe was the fog those machines make. There were some interceptors close after our transport, and soon as it hit ground the fog crew started up the machines. We could look out the transport"s round, scratched windows and watch jeeps draw the machines up close to the plane and watch the fog boil out till it rolled across the field and stuck against the windows like we cotton.

问答题St. Petersburg. The very name brings to mind some of Russia's greatest poets, writers and composers. Pushkin, Dostoevsky, Tchaikovsky.