[判断题]My mother loved extracurricular athletics and drama.

[单项选择]— My mother is preparing my favorite dishes. Go with me and have a taste, okay
— （）. And I'll be glad to meet your parents.
A. I think so
B. I'd love to
C. I'm sure
D. I hope so

[单项选择]—My mother is preparing my favorite dishes. Go with me and have a taste, okay
—______. And I'll be glad to meet your parents.

[单项选择]请根据下面短文回答以下各题：
I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness. Mother kept different things for my sister and brother. "But the desk," she said again, "is for Elizabeth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in act ion. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter.
They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed and I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me.
I posted the letter and waited for her answer. Non
A. after mother died
B. before she became a writer
C. when she was a child

[填空题]A new shirt was bought for me by my mother for my good grades in the exam.
→My mother______for my good grades in the exam.

[简答题]After my mother passed away, my dad tried even harder to stay healthy and active. Every morning, until the weather turned too cold, he swam in the turquoise pool in the complex where he lived. (86) Each day, no matter how he felt, he swam one more lap than the previous day, just to prove there was always room for improvement. Every few days he reported the new number of laps to me, pride edging his voice. By his late seventies, in spite of swimming and working six days a week, my dad had noticeably dwindled in strength and energy. By age eighty-one he was in poor health and had to retire. (87) He pretended he didn’t need to lean heavily on me for support as we walked slowly, and I pretended not to notice. His mind was clear, but congestive heart problems and disabling arthritis had worn him down. One day he said, “In case of an emergency, I do not wish to be kept alive by any extraordinary means. I’ve signed an official paper to this effect.” He smiled his wonderful,