[单项选择]I (spotted) my father in the crowd.
A. recognized
B. recalled
C. received
D. recorded

[单项选择]I (spotted) my father in the crowd.
A. recognized
B. recalled
C. received
D. recorded

[单项选择] God and My Father 　　I thought of God as a strangely emotional being. He was powerful; he was forgiving yet obdurate, full of warmth and affection. Both his wrath and affection were fitful, they came and they went, and I couldn’’t count on either to continue: although they both always did．In short God was much such a being as my father himself. 　　What was the relation between them, I wondered ― these two puzzling deities 　　My father’’s ideas of religion seemed straightforward and simple. He had noticed when he was a boy that there were buildings called churches; he had accepted them as a natural part of the surroundings in which he had been born. He would never have invented such things himself. Nevertheless they were here. As he grew up he regarded them as unquestioningly as he did banks. They were substantial old structures, they were respectable, decent, and venerable. They were frequented by the right sort of people. Well, that was enough. 　
A. had been born in natural surroundings with banks and churches.
B. never really thought of God as having a real existence.
C. regarded religion as acceptable as long as it did not interfere.
D. regarded religion as a way that he could live a spiritual life.

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My father was, I am sure, intended by nature to be a cheerful kindly man. Until be was thirty-four years old he worked as a farmhand for a man named Thomas Butterworth whose place lay near the town of Bidwell, Ohio. He had a horse of his own, and on Saturday evenings drove into town to spend a few hours in social intercourse with other farmhands. In town he drank several glasses of beer and stood about in Ben Head’s saloon—crowded on Saturday evening with visiting farmhands. Songs were sung and glasses thumped on the bar. At ten o’clock father drove home along a lonely country road, made his horse comfortable for the night, and himself went to bed, quite happy in his position in life. He had at that time no notion of trying to rise in the world.
It was in the spring of his thirty-fifth year that father married my mother, then a country school teacher, and in the following spring I came wriggling and crying into the world. Something happened to the two pe
A. quite poor
B. quite hard
C. quite happy
D. quite rich

[填空题] As I held my father’s hands one night, I couldn’t help but notice their calluses(老茧）and roughness. His hands tell the story of his life as a ____16____ ,including all his struggles. One summer, I remember, a drought (旱灾）hit Ontario,turning it into a ____17____ desert.On one og those hot mornings I was picking sweet corn with my dad to fill the last ____18____ from the grocery store.Fifty dozen was all we needed, which ____19____ took twenty minutes.That morning,however,the process didn’t ____20____ quickly.After forty minutes of aimlessly walking in the field,we ____21____ needed twenty dozen.I was completely frustrated and ____22____.Dropping the basket heavily, I declared, “If the store wants its last twenty dozen,they can pick it themselves1”Dad ____23____.“Just think,my little girl,only ten dozen left for each of us and then we’re ____24_____.” Such is Dad----whatever problem he ____25____,he never gives up. ____26____, the disastrous effects of the drought were felt
A. A．Thankfully
B．Hopefully
C．Unfortunately
D．Strangely