07-18-专业英语四级6_真题-无答案002

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专业英语四级-116

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Passage 1

I grew up deprived of hugs. Neither of my parents was the cuddly type. Greetings involving

kissing caused me to wince, and hugging generally just made me feel awkward.

Then one hug changed all that. One month before my 40th birthday my dad had heart surgery. As

he came round, days later, he grabbed me and hugged me so hard I had to push with all my might

to keep my head from pressing down on his newly stitched torso.

It was a hug to make up for all those we had never had. Days later as he slowly started to gain

strength he told me for the first time ever that he loved me, and through my tears I told him I loved

him, too.

I began planning how to bake him better—with carrot cakes, victoria sponges, jelly and ice cream.

My maternal streak kicked in and I fantasied about wheeling him through the park and feeding

him home-made goodies. Then he died.

I felt cheated. All my life I had wondered whether my dad cared for me and loved me—I doubted

it.

Just as I got proof that he did, he passed away.

My parents split up when I was two years old and, while I had monthly contact with my dad, my

bitter stepmother and my father"s old-fashioned stiff upper lip meant we never became close. In

fact, I used to dread the visits to see him and count the hours until I could go home again.

When I was very little the weekends at my father"s house felt cold and unfriendly. During my

teens the trips to a hostile house became a dread on the horizon for weeks beforehand. Each stay

culminated in an uncomfortable peck on the cheek from dad as he said goodbye—a moment I

cringed about for hours in advance.

Losing a father whom you have no recollection of ever living with is difficult. Grieving is tricky; I

didn"t have any obvious close father-daughter memories to cling to and think and cry over. Most

of my memories were of stilted meetings and uncomfortable times together. But I desperately

missed him being alive.

As time moved on my grief and anger at his untimely death began to recede. I realized that his

affirmation of me from his deathbed had filled a gaping hole of insecurity I had constantly carried

around.

To a child a hug says too many things. It tells you that the person hugging you loves you, cares for

you. A hug also confirms that you are a lovable being. Months after dad"s death I realized with a

jolt that his lack of hugs said more about him than me. My father was not a demonstrative man

and I was, therefore, perhaps, a lovable being.

1. The word "wince" in Paragraph One means ______.

A. withdraw B. shudder

C. cry D. worry

2. We can infer from the passage that ______.

A. the father loved his daughter more than the mother did

B. the father wasn"t good at expressing his inner feelings

C. the father regretted not having hugged his daughter earlier

D. the father"s last wish was to tell his daughter he loved her

3. Which of the following statements about the author is INCORRECT?

A. She was reluctant to go to visit her father"s but she had to.

B. She wasn"t intimate with her father partly because of her stepmother.

C. She was awkward when her father felt uneasy during her stay.

D. She disliked having to meet with her stepmother and her children.

4. According to the passage, the author"s background ______.

A. made her feel sad and depressed

B. gave her a sense of insecurity

C. enabled her to make great achievements

D. induced her to be far away from her father

5. In the end, the author seemed to gain ______.

A. understanding B. popularity

C. confidence D. recognition

Passage 2

On one of the shelves of an old dresser, in company with old and dusty sauceboats, jugs, dishes

and plates, and paid bills, rested a worn and ragged Bible, on whose front page was the record, in

faded ink, of a baptism dated ninety-four years ago. "Martha Crale" was the name written on that

yellow page. The yellow, wrinkled old dame who moved slowly and muttered about the kitchen,

looking like a dead autumn leaf which the winter winds still pushed here and there, had once been

Martha Crale; for seventy odd years she had been Martha Mountjoy. For longer than anyone could

remember she had paced to and fro between oven and washhouse and dairy, and out to

chicken-run and garden, grumbling and muttering and scolding, but working unceasingly. Emma

Ladbruk, of **ing she took as little notice as she would of a bee wandering in at a window on a

summer"s day, used at first to watch her with a kind of frightened curiosity. She was so old and so

much a part of the place, it was difficult to think of her exactly as a living thing. Old Shep, the

white-nosed, stiff-limber shepherd dog, waiting for his time to die, seemed almost more human

than the withered, dried-up old woman. He had been a noisy, excited puppy, mad with the joy of

life, when she was already a weak and tottering dame; now he was just a blind, breathing animal

body, nothing more, and she still worked with frail energy, still swept and baked and washed,

fetched and carried. If there were something in these wise old dogs that did not perish utterly with

death, Emma used to think to herself, what generations of ghost-dogs there must be out on those

hills, that Martha had reared and fed and tended and spoken a last goodbye word to in that old

kitchen. And what memories she must have of human generations that had passed away in her

time. It was difficult for anyone, let alone a stranger like Emma, to get her to talk of the days that

had been; her shrill, quivering speech was of doors that had been left unfastened, pails that had got

mislaid, calves whose feeding-time was overdue, and the various little faults that change a

farmhouse routine.

Now and again, when election time came round, she would unstore her recollections of the old

names round which the fight had waged in the days gone by. There had been a Palmerston, that

had been a name down Tiverton way; Tiverton was not a far journey as the crow flies, but to

Martha it was almost a foreign country. Later there had been Northcotes and Aclands, and many

other newer names that she had forgotten; the names changed, but it was always Libruls and

Tootles, Yellows and Blues. And they always quarrelled and shouted as to who was right and who

was wrong. The one they quarrelled about most was a fine old gentleman with an angry face—she

had seen his picture on the walls. She had seen it on the floor too, with a rotten apple squashed

over it, for the farm had changed its politics from time to time. Martha had never been on one side

or the other, none of "they" had ever done the farm a stroke of good. Such was her sweeping

verdict, given with all a peasant"s distrust of the outside world.

1. It is true about "Martha Crale" EXCEPT that ______.

A. she was born more than ninety years ago

B. she was married in her early twenties

C. she was called Martha Mountjoy before marriage

D. she was always busy with her housework

2. When Emma Ladbruk came to visit, Martha Crale welcomed her with ______.

A. curiosity B. indifference

C. criticism D. distaste

3. The description of Old Shep and the wise old dogs was intended to illustrate ______.

A. Emma"s frightened curiosity about Martha Crale

B. the mysterious life of Martha Crale

C. Martha Crale"s frail but tough physical condition

D. Martha Crale"s closer relation with dog than with human

4. When Martha Crale began to talk, ______.

A. she liked to find fault with farmhouse routine

B. people were annoyed by her voice

C. it would be quite impossible to interrupt her

D. she could always attract strangers

5. The "old gentleman with an angry face" was most probably ______.

A. a farm hand as common as Martha

B. a debater from a nearby village

C. an advocate of farm reform

D. a candidate of an election

Passage 3

One August afternoon, Peaches gave birth to 14 puppies. The kids were thrilled. But it crossed my

mind once or twice that I had no idea how we"d find good homes for so many adorable mutts.

The father was a purebred golden retriever (寻回猎犬). And not until now had I wondered why

Roberta, who gave Peaches to us, had named her in the plural. Peaches didn"t resemble a peach,

either. She was jet black with long retriever hair, an agreeable blend of many breeds. But she was

indeed a peach, although once when her round pups were lined against her tummy, we

affectionately called her "Pea Pod," and that name pretty much stuck.

The kids and I had a blast with the pups, but as our cuddly friends grew, the cleanup job on the

backyard lawn increased as well. I usually ended up with the chore after the kids had left for

school in the morning, and after eight weeks the job was getting old. Besides, the time **e to start

to get them settled into permanent homes.

So one weekend the kids and I piled into the van, puppies in the rear, playfully biting each other"s

ears and tails, and we headed for the local humane society. But in northern California at that time,

shelters were full of animals, and if they weren"t adopted quickly they were put to sleep. I tried

stifling that bit of information, but it wouldn"t stay submerged; I cried the whole way.

When we arrived at the shelter, I dried my tears and smoothed my puffy eyes. I walked alone up to

the counter and cheerfully announced I had 14 wonderful puppies for them. The woman, without

looking up from her paperwork, roared, "We don"t take puppies." I cried all the way home, this

time with tears of relief.

So I placed an ad for "free puppies" in the newspaper. I don"t think we got a single phone call. In

the meantime, the kids and pups grew more inseparable. Only Happy and Callie, our two cats,

were allowed to spend the nights inside, but from the giggling and the look of the blankets in the

morning, some pups had been overlooked at bedtime.

The gate on our backyard fence opened onto the elementary school"s grass field. Every afternoon,

scores of kids arrived to play soccer. The children loved it when their games were over, for then I

would open the floodgate, releasing 14 roly-poly, tail-wagging puppies for them to play with.

Surely a parent wouldn"t mind taking one or two home? The parents loved the pups, too; but their

disciplined ability to decline our offering amazed me. Certainly the divine plan could not have

been for us to keep all 14 puppies, even if they had been given perfect names.

I desperately searched the heavens for a solution. The odd idea came to put another ad in the paper,

this time asking $10 for each puppy. It worked.

Placing a value on the mutts somehow had an effect. I made a deal with the kids: If they would

prepare the puppy food and clean up the yard every day until all the puppies had homes, I would

give them each, in turn, $10 for every pup sold. When he was about 11 weeks old, the last

puppy—Boots, with four white socks—had gone. It was a sad day; the yard was much too quiet.

So Saturday morning I had the kids get their money jars out. They proudly carried their savings as

I drove them to their favorite place—the toy store.

The dog pound might have seemed easier. But I liked this ending much better.

1. As it is mentioned in the passage, "Peaches" ______.

A. was the name of a purebred golden retriever

B. included a group of new-born puppies

C. got her name for an unknown reason

D. was one of the two dogs the author had

2. By saying "The kids and I had a blast with the pups", the author means that ______.

A. the pups were a burden to the family

B. the pups kept the family occupied

C. the family quarreled over how to deal with the pups

D. the family was delighted with the birth of the pups

3. The author cried on the way home to the local humane society because ______.

A. she hated to have to send away the dogs

B. the dogs might end up being killed in the shelters

C. the shelters might refuse to take the dogs

D. the new owners might maltreat the dogs

4. What happened when some pups were overlooked at bedtime?

A. They would spend the night in the house.

B. They would be separated from the kids.

C. They would fight, with the two cats.

D. They would mess up the blankets.

5. How many times had the author failed before she was able to send away all the pups?

A. Once. B. Twice.

C. Three times. D. Four times.

6. The author rewarded the kids with money because ______.

A. they thought out the best idea

B. they helped look after the pups

C. the pups were their inseparable friends

D. the money equaled the value of each pup

Passage 4

Mother Rigby could do anything. She was a witch, a woman with strange powers. She could make

water run uphill, or change a beautiful woman into a white horse. Many nights when the moon

was full and bright, she could be seen flying over the tops of the houses in the village, sitting on a

long wooden stick. It is a broomstick, and it helped her to do all sorts of strange tricks.

Mother Rigby ate a quick breakfast and then started to work on her broomstick. She was planning

to make something that would look like a man. It would fill the birds with fear, and scare them

from eating her corn, the way most farmers protect themselves from those black, pesky birds.

Mother Rigby worked quickly. She held her magic broomstick straight, and then tied another piece

of wood across it. And already, it began to look like a man with arms.

Then she made the head. She put a pumpkin, a vegetable the size of a football, on top of the

broomstick. She made two small holes in the pumpkin for eyes, and made another cut lower down

that looked just like a mouth.

At last, there he was. He seemed ready to go to work for Mother Rigby and stop those old birds

from eating her corn. But, Mother Rigby was not happy with what she made. She wanted to make

her scarecrow look better and better, for she was a good worker. She made a purple coat and put it

around her scarecrow, and dressed it in white silk stockings. She covered him with false hair and

an old hat. And in that hat, she stuck the feather of a bird.

She examined him closely, and decided she liked him much better now, dressed up in a beautiful

coat, with a fine feather on top of his hat. And, she named him Feathertop.

She looked at Feathertop and laughed with happiness. He is a beauty, she thought. "Now what"?"

she thought, feeling troubled again. She felt that Feathertop looked too good to be a scarecrow.

"He can do something better," she thought, "than just stand near the corn all summer and scare the

crows." And she decided on another plan for Feathertop.

She took the pipe of tobacco she was smoking and put it into the mouth of Feathertop. "Puff,

darling, puff," she said to Feathertop. "Puff away, my fine fellow. It is your life." Smoke started to

rise from Feathertop"s mouth. At first, it was just a little smoke, but Feathertop worked hard,

blowing and puffing. And, more and more smoke came out of him.

"Puff away, my pet," Mother Rigby said, with happiness. "Puff away, my pretty one. Puff for your

life, I tell you." Mother Rigby then ordered Feathertop to walk. "Go forward," she said. "You have

a world before you."

Feathertop put one hand out in front of him, trying to find something for support. At the same time

he pushed one foot forward with great difficulty. But Mother Rigby shouted and ordered him on,

and soon he began to go forward. Then she said, "you look like a man, and you walk like a man.

Now I order you to talk like a man."

Feathertop gasped, struggled, and at last said in a small whisper, "Mother, I want to speak, but I

have no brain. What can I say?"

"Ah, you can speak," Mother Rigby answered. "What shall you say? Have no fear. When you go

out into the world, you will say a thousand things, and say them a thousand times, and saying

them a thousand time again and again, you still will be saying nothing. So just talk, babble like a

bird. Certainly you have enough of a brain for that."

1. After breakfast, Mother Rigby decided to make ______.

A. the birds fear

B. her broomstick alive

C. a scarecrow

D. a **panion

2. Considering herself "a good worker", Mother Rigby was confident in ______.

A. her strange powers

B. her talents for handicraft

C. anything she made

D. her selection of materials

3. Mother Rigby gave Feathertop her pipe so that ______.

A. Feathertop would keep alive

B. Feathertop would be manlier

C. Feathertop would live the same life as she

D. Feathertop would be related to her forever

4. By calling Feathertop her "pet", Mother Rigby wanted to show ______.

A. her superiority over him

B. her possession of him

C. her love for him

D. her interest in him

5. According to Mother Rigby, Feathertop "still will be saying nothing" because ______.

A. he was not clever enough to learn anything

B. he was only made to have birds" intelligence

C. he did not have a brain to remember anything

D. he could learn nothing worthwhile in the world

Passage 5

It"s I a. m. , and I"m in Hong Kong for the first time, sitting in a bar in the Lan Kwai Fong district.

I"m waiting for two girls I met on the Internet to show up and take me to their apartment, so my

friend Harry and I can stay there for free for a few nights. Having been on flights for the past 24

hours, I am worn out and nervous when they don"t arrive on time.

But my faith is restored when I hear a thick Chinese accent asking, "Are you Cody?" Even though

Jess and Jin are as much strangers to me as anyone else in the bar, I trust them. It seems as natural

as being set up by a mutual friend, and, in a sense, that is exactly what is happening.

I first learned about last fall from my mom"s friend, who was planning on hosting travelers in

her home to add a little excitement to life after her oldest son went to college. She recommended I

use it for an upcoming trip to Europe.

That"s how I became one of the millions of surfers who search hosts" profiles and send

requests—typically as much as a week or as little as a day before arriving in the hosts" city—to

sleep on those people"s couches or on their floor or in a spare bedroom.

CouchSurfing requests are not always accepted, as my friend and I learned about seven hours

before arriving at the bar in Hong Kong. During our stay in Tokyo, I found out via e-mail that the

requests I had submitted that morning to two potential hosts had both been politely declined. One

host, had relatives visiting, and the other, was in Macau for the weekend.

So, I quickly joined the forum "Last Minute Couch Requests: Hong Kong" and posted a message,

which Jess saw. She got in touch with her friend Jin, who had room in her apartment to

accommodate two guests. Jess sent us an e-mail, which we received after landing in Hong Kong,

offering directions to a meeting place and a phone number. Harry and I could have dug through

Jess"s list of friends to read up on Jin, but instead we trusted that Jess would not lead us astray (走上邪路).

After the girls get to the bar, the four of us go to a rooftop bar, then a club, and finally head back

to Jin"s apartment. Over the next three days, the girls teach us how to use the public-transportation

system and give us directions to popular tourist destinations.

To outsiders like, say, my parents, it may be hard to understand why Jin would agree to have two

strangers stay at her place, or why we are even trying to couch-surf when hostels are cheap and

plentiful in this part of the world. It is because couch surfing isn"t just a means of accommodation;

it is an entirely new way to travel. You get to see the world through local residents, not hotel

gatekeepers or guidebooks. You get to step outside **fort zones. But what is most profound about

the whole experience is the trust that naturally exists. Jin, for instance, gives us a key to her place

upon arrival, a common CouchSurfing custom that helps explain why sociologists at Stanford

University are now studying the site and its ability to efficiently create trust.

While cultural enrichment and adventure are almost a CouchSurfing guarantee, comfort is not.

Jin"s guest mattress is not quite a quarter of an inch thick, the shower is **plicated for Harry or

me to figure out, and the apartment is an eighth-floor walk-up. But it"s a trade off surfers like me

are happy to make.

1. Which of the following is true about the friend of the author"s mother?

A. She got much help from CouchSurfing. com for her last trip.

B. She **pany to distract her from missing her son.

C. She became a member of CouchSurfing. com last autumn.

D. She decided to accommodate travelers in her home for free.

2. Why did the author have to post a message on "Last Minute Couch Requests: Hong Kong"?

A. Two potential Tokyo hosts had declined his requests.

B. He had been rejected by two potential Hong Kong hosts.

C. He had stayed in Tokyo for too long a time.

D. His previous request had been sent out too late.

3. The author didn"t examine the reliability of Jin because ______.

A. he had no way of contacting her

B. he couldn"t find any other hosts

C. he had much confidence in Jess

D. he knew about Jess well enough

4. According to the passage, CouchSurfing provides travelers with all the following EXCEFF

______.

A. comfortable accommodation

B. adventurous experiences

C. exotic culture

D. a sense of trust

5. The author is most likely to feel that his CouehSurfing experiences are ______.

A. disappointing B. worthwhile

C. filled with uncertainty D. dangerous

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