---Dad, can we move into our new house now?--...

---Dad, can we move into our new house now?

---No, it _________. The decoration has not been finished yet.

A. was painted　　 B. is painting

C. is painted　　 D. is being painted

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--Mom, can we move into our new house this weekend?

---No, it _________.

A. is painted           B. is painting          C. was painted      D. is being painted

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---Mom, can we move into our new house this weekend?

---No, it _________.

A. is painted           B. is painting         C. was painted      D. is being painted

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--Mom, can we move into our new house this weekend?

---No, it _________.

A. is painted　　　　　　　 B. is painting　　　　　　 C. was painted　　　　 D. is being painted

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(2014·平顶山模拟)—Have you moved into your new house?

—Not yet.I’ve no time to get it________.

A．furnishing　    B．furnished

C．furnish　    D．to furnish

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The summer before my dad died, we moved house. Up until that point, our family had our own space to spread out. Money was tight, so there was no television set, but we owned a turntable on which my dad’s records played constantly. Mostly, it played Bob Dylan. Tracks from The Basement Tapes and Desire became an important part of our new life. My brother and I, aged 8 and 10, climbed trees, built hideaways and learned the words of Clothes Line Saga. We would chant over the, lost in our own joy.

It was January when my dad left us forever because of the cancer. He was 36 going on 37 then, the same age as Dylan. Afterwards, our laughter disappeared, but we kept on playing the records, which became our only ritual of remembrance. The two men became so intertwined in my head, I struggled to tell them apart.

Dylan was my dad’s gift to me. What child wouldn’t be fascinated by songs full of pirates and seasick sailors? How did it feel to have No direction home? Farewell, Angelina became my party-piece. I would sing this at church cheese and wines to the assembled audience. A lot of donations were made.

Growing up, I remained a fan of the music, but I wasn’t obsessed with Dylan until one day in early 1995, my brother bought us both tickets to see him play at Brixton Academy. London felt like a long way to go. But finally seeing Dylan step out onto the stage brought a sudden rush of excitement.

I have seen Dylan a couple of times since. My brother is not around so much these days. But he was up for a visit recently. We passed a happy evening laughing and drinking, while his son, aged nine, performed his party—piece Subterranean Homesick Blues for us. He sang it word-perfect. And so it goes on: Dylan’s music as a gift, passed down the generations.

1.What’s the author’s purposed of writing the passage?

A. To praise his late father.　　 B. To tell about his family history.

C. To express his longing for family reunion.　　 D. To show his love for Bob Dylan.

2.The underlined word “ritual” in the second paragraph means “________”.

A. passion　　 B. ceremony

C. memory　　 D. belief

3.How did the author raise money in his childhood?

A. By singing a Dylan’s song at church gatherings.

B. By providing cheese and wines to church prayers.

C. By playing a private in church performances.

D. By accepting donations from the church.

4.The recent visit of the author’s brother indicates that ________.

A. his nephew was ever invited to play in Dylan’s concert

B. his brother has never seen a live performance of Dylan

C. Dylan’s music has influenced three generations of his family

D. Subterranean Homesick Blues is always his favourite song

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We had hoped to move into the new house at the end of the month, but things didn’t _______ as we had expected.

A．show up        B．work out       C．take up        D．pick out

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It was an autumn morning shortly after my husband and I moved into our first house. Children were upstairs unpacking , and I was looking out of the window at my father moving around mysteriously on the front lawn. My parents lived nearby ,and Dad had visited us several times already. “What are you doing out there?” I called to him .He looked up, smiling. “I’m making you a surprise.” Knowing my father, I thought it could be just about anything. A self-employed jobber, he was always building things out of odds and ends. When we were kids, he always created something surprising for us.

Today, however, Dad would say no more, and caught ups in the busyness of our new life, I eventually forgot about his surprise. Until one gloomy day the following March when I glanced out of the window. Any yet… I saw a dot of blue across the yard. I headed outside for a closer look. They were crocuses (番红花), throughout the front lawn. Lavender, blue, yellow and my favorite pink ---- little faces moved up and down in the cold wind.

Dad! I smiled, remembering the things he had secretly planted last autumn. He knew how the darkness and dullness of winter always got me down. What could have been more perfectly timely to my needs?

My father’s crocuses bloomed each spring for the next four or five seasons, bringing the same assurance every time they arrived: hard times was almost over. Hold on, keep going, light is coming soon.

Then a spring came with only half the usual blooms. The next spring there were none. I missed the crocuses. I would ask Dad to come over and plant new bulbs. But I never did.

He died suddenly one October day. My family was in deep sorrow, leaning on our faith. I missed him terribly.

Four years passed, and on a dismal spring afternoon I was driving back when I found myself feeling depressed. “You’ve got the winter depression again and you get them every year.” I told myself.

It was Dad’s birthday, and I found myself thinking about him. This was not unusual --- my family often talked about him, remembering how he lived his faith. Once I saw him give his coat to a homeless man.

Suddenly I slowed as I turned into our driveway. I stopped and stared at the lawn. And there on the muddy grass and small gray piles of melting snow, bravely waving in the wind, was one pink crocus.

How could a flower bloom from a bulb more than 18 years old, one that had not blossomed in over a decade? But there was the crocus. Tears filled my eyes as I realized its significance.

Hold on, keep going, light is coming soon. The pink crocus bloomed for only a day. But it built my faith for a lifetime.

1.According to the first three paragraphs, we learn that _________.

A. the writer was unpacking when her father was making the surprise

B. the writer knew what the surprise was because she knew her father

C. it was not the first time that the writer’s father had made a surprise

D. it kept bothering the writer not knowing what the surprise was

2.Which of the following would most probably be the worst time of the year as seen by the writer?

A. Spring.  B. Summer.        C. Autumn.        D. Winter.

3.Which of the following is NOT true, according to the passage?

A. The writer’s father planted the crocus to lift her low spirit.

B. The crocuses bloomed each spring before the writer’s father died.

C. The writer often thought about her father since her father died.

D. The writer’s father died some years after he planted the crocus.

4.The writer’s father should be best described as_________.

A. a full-time gardener with skillful hands

B. a part-time jobber who loved flowers

C. a kind-hearted man who lived with faith

D. an ordinary man with doubts in his life

5.Crocus was viewed as the symbol of _________ by the writer.

A. faith      B. family    C. love       D. friendship

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We were supposed to move into our new classroom building at the beginning of this month，but things didn’t ________ as planned.

A．work out　                         B．carry out

C．move out　                         D．get out

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It ___ to me that she didn’t know I had moved into the new house.

A. appeared     B. occurred      C. happened     D. broke

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