www. 十二 Unit 4 Developing ideas Ⅰ. 单句语法填空 1. She was anxious____ (go) home as soon as possible, for her little son had a high fever. ? 2. The hospital has a good geographical ____ (locate). 3. You should be an honest, ____ (patience) and responsible person. 4. That lovely summer in Dalian is a ____ (distance) memory. 5. The chair is ____ (comfort) to sit on. 6. I was waiting for him at ten, but he didn’t turn ____. 7. She ought ____ (stop) work; she has a headache because she has been reading all day long. ? 8. The company is ____ (fortune) to have such highly skilled workers. Ⅱ. 完成句子 1. The play ____ (以……为背景) the early days of World War Ⅱ is popular with the old people. ? 2. Now there are many young men in our society dreaming of ____ (发财)without hard work. ? 3. He drove so fast that the car disappeared ____ (在远处) right away. ? 4. Children always seem to ____ (渴望) Christmas to come. ? 5. We are angry because the goods do not ____ (和……一致) the samples they sent us. ? Ⅰ. 阅读理解 A (2021·杭州高一检测) My family moved from Taiwan to a small town in central Georgia, where my dad got a visa for his family and a job. I had just learned English, and from what little I could gather from my classmates, Santa Claus would come down one’s chimney and put toys in one’s stocking on Christmas Eve! What a great country, I thought. After I looked up “stocking” in my Chinese-English dictionary, I knew what I had to do. On that fateful night, after everyone went to bed, I took my longest, cleanest knee sock and attached it to a nail already on the mantel (壁炉架). Obviously, the previous owners of this house were no strangers to this Santa character. Unfortunately, my parents were. I woke up before everyone else on Christmas Day and ran to the fireplace. To make a sob story short, I was hit with the reality of an empty sock and the biggest lie ever told. I burst into tears, quickly took down the sock, and stuffed it in the back of a drawer. Santa was dead. Every December since then, the topic of Christmas memories would unavoidably come up, and I would amuse my friends with my poor-little-me story. I had to make it as funny as possible, or else I would cry. How could I know that Santa was just fate? Nine years ago, on Christmas Eve, an older man with a white beard and a red cap knocked on my front door. He said, “I’ve been looking for you for twenty-five years. ” He handed me a red stocking, winked, and left, On top of the stocking was a card. It read: “For Becky—I may have missed you in the second grade, but you’ve always lived in my heart. Santa. ” Through tear-blurred eyes, I recognized the handwriting of Jill, a friend I had met just two months before. I later discovered that the older man was her father. Jill had seen the hurt little girl underneath the thirty something woman and decided to do something about it. So now I believe that Santa is real. I don’t mean the twinkle-eyed characte ... ...
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