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[单项选择]John said his mother (would buy him) a (five-speeds) racing bicycle (for) his (sixteenth birthday).
A. would buy him
B. five-speeds
C. for
D. sixteenth birthday
[单项选择]John said his mother (would buy him) a (five - speeds) racing bicycle (for) his (sixteenth birthday).
A. would buy him
B. five-speeds
C. for
D. sixteenth birthday
[单项选择]When the opposing player fouled, John let his anger ______ his good sense and hit the boy back.
A. gut the feel of
B. got the hang of
C. gut the better of
D. gut the worst of
[单项选择]John has just passed his driving test, so now he's on the ______ for a cheap car.
A. pursuit
B. track
C. discovery
D. trace
[单项选择]John promised his doctor he______not smoke,and he has not smoked ever since.
A. might
B. should
C. could
D. would
[单项选择]John's score on the test is the highest in his class, he () very hard.
A. must have studied
B. should have studied
C. must study
D. should study
[单项选择]How did John Adams make his living
A. He trained soldiers.
B. He was a smith.
C. He was a silversmith.
D. He was a politician.
[单项选择]His parents called him Thomas______his grandfather, Thomas Jenkins.
A. after
B. like
C. as
D. by
[单项选择]His wealth enabled him to ______ his passionate interest in art.
A. devote
B. engage
C. pursue
D. register
[单项选择]His wealth enabled him to______ his passionate interest in art.
A. devote
B. engage
C. pursue
D. register
[单项选择]His parents gave him many expensive toys as some form of ______ , for his lameness and in ability play active games.
A. remedy
B. reward
C. complement
D. compensation
[单项选择]Last month, John earned()his wife.
A. twice as more
B. more twice than
C. twice as much as
D. twice as more as
[单项选择]His mother asks him to do morning exercises, but he is not used to()early in the morning.
A. get up
B. getting up
C. be gotten up
D. being gotten up
[单项选择]What was NOT the reason that his father made him a printer
[单项选择]His mother ______ him in his room for failing to do his homework.
A. restricted
B. confined
C. controlled
D. restrained
[单项选择]John has made up his mind not to go to the meeting.
A. wanted
B. promised
C. decided
D. agreed
[单项选择]I remember meeting him one evening with his pushcart. I had managed to sell all my papers and was coming home in the snow. It was that strange hour in downtown New York when the workers were pouring homeward in the twilight. I marched among thousands of tired men and women whom the factory whistles had unyoked. They flowed in rivers through the clothing factory districts, then down along the avenues to the East Side. I met my father near Cooper Union. I recognized him, a hunched, frozen figure in an old overcoat standing by a banana cart. He looked so lonely; the tears came to my eyes. Then he saw me, and his face lit with his sad, beautiful smile — Charlie Chaplin"s smile. "Arch, it"s Mikey," he said. "So you have sold your papers! Come and eat a banana." He offered me one. I refused it. I felt it crucial that my father sell his bananas, not give them away. He thought I was shy, and coaxed and joked with me, and made me eat the banana. It smelled of wet straw and snow. "You haven"t sold many bananas today, pop," I said anxiously. He shrugged his shoulders. "What can I do No one seems to want them." It was true. The work crowds pushed home morosely over the pavements. The rusty sky darkened over New York building, the tall street lamps were lit, innumerable trucks, street cars and elevated trains clattered by. Nobody and nothing in the great city stopped for my father"s bananas. "I ought to yell," said my father dolefully. "I ought to make a big noise like other peddlers, but it makes my throat sore. Anyway, I"m ashamed of yelling, it makes me feel like a fool." I had eaten one of his bananas. My sick conscience told me that I ought to pay for it somehow. I must remain here and help my father. "I"ll yell for you, pop," I volunteered. "Arch, no," he said, "go home; you have worked enough today. Just tell momma I"ll be late." But I yelled and yelled. My father, standing by, spoke occasional words of praise, and said I was a wonderful yeller. Nobody else paid attention. The workers drifted past us wearily, endlessly; a defeated army wrapped in dreams of home. Elevated trains crashed; the Cooper Union clock burned above us; the sky grew black, the wind poured, the slush burned through our shoes. There were thousands of strange, silent figures pouring over the sidewalks in snow. None ot them stopped to buy bananas. I yelled and yelled, nobody listened. My father tried to stop me at last. "Nu," he said smiling to console me, "that was wonderful yelling. Mikey. But it"s plain we are unlucky today! Let"s go home." I was frantic, and almost in tears. I insisted on keeping up my desperate yells. But at last my father persuaded me to leave with him.What is the theme of the story
A. The misery of the factory workers.
B. How to survive in a harsh environment.
C. Generation gap between the father and the son.
D. Love between the father and the son.