(新课标)高考英语二轮复习方案 专题限时训练(二十八)阅读理解之推理判断和猜测词义
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高中英语教学反思-苏菲的世界读后感
专项限时训练
(
二十八
)
[
阅读理解之推理判断和猜测词义
]
(
限时：
25
分钟
)
一、推理判断
1
．
The
earthquake
may
rightly
be
ranked
as
one
of
the
most
disastrous
forces
known to man: since records began to be written down, it has been estimated (
估
计
)
that
earthquakerelated
deaths
have
numbered
in
the
millions,
and
that
earthquakerelated loss has been beyond calculation…
The great majority of all earthquakes occurred in two particular areas in
history
…
It is doubtful that man will be ever able to control earthquakes and get rid
of their damage as how and why earthquakes happen become better
understood, man will become more and more able to deal with their possible damage
before they occur.
The author's purpose in writing the passage probably is to________
．
A
．
inform the reader
B
．
entertain the reader
C
．
support a theory
D
．
question a theory
2
．
Why isn't your newspaper reporting any good news? All I read about is
murder, bribery and death. Frankly, I'm sick of all the bad news.
The author's attitude towards the newspaper reporting is to ________
．
A
．
complain B
．
apologize
C
．
amuse D
．
inform
3
．
With the past in mind, preparations the 2013 season included sweeping
changes
on
both
the
technical
and
personal
sides.
The
management
at
Toyota
Motorsport
GmbH
was
restructed,
with
John
Howett
moving
from
Toyota
Motor
Marketing
Europe
to
become President, thus enabling the company founder, Ove Anderson, more time to
concentrate on the operation of the race team at the track. Anderson's value as an
inspirational leader was one of the team's biggest asserts(
财富
) in 2012.
What will the next paragraph talk about if the passage goes on?
A
．
Preparations for the 2013 season.
B
．
The value of Ove Anderson.
C
．
How to improve the European market?
D
．
Changes on the technical side.
4
．
As a
young boy, I sometimes travelled
the country roads with my
dad. He
was a rural mail carrier, and on Saturdays he would ask me to go with him. Driving
through
the
countryside
was
always
an
adventure:
there
were
animals
to
see,
people
to visit, and chocolate cookies if you knew where to stop, and Dad did.
In spring, Dad delivered boxes full of baby chickens, and when I was a boy, it
was such fun to stick your finger through one of the holes of the boxes and let
the baby birds peck on your fingers.
1
On Dad's final day of work, it took him well into the evening to complete his
rounds
because at least
one member from each family was
waiting at their mailboxes
to
thank
him
for
his
friendship
and
his
years
of
service.
“Two
hundred
and
nineteen
mailboxes on my route
，” he used to say, “and a story at every one. ” One lady
had
no
mailbox,
so
Dad
took
the
in
to
her
every
day
because
she
was
nearly
blind.
Once inside, he read her mail and helped her pay her bills.
Mailboxes were sometimes used for things other than mail. One note left in a
box
read,
“Nat,
take
these
eggs
to
Marian;
she's
baking
a
cake
and
doesn't
have
any
eggs.
”
Mailboxes
might
be
buried
in
the
snow,
or
broken,
or
lying
on
the
ground,
but
the
was
always
delivered.
On
cold
days
Dad
might
find
one
of
his
customers
waiting for him with a cup of hot chocolate. A young girl wrote letters but had no
stamps, so she left a few buttons on the envelope in the mailbox; Dad paid for the
stamps. One businessman used to leave large amounts of cash in his mailbox for Dad
to take to the bank. Once, the amount came to $$ 32
，
000.
A dozen years ago, when I travelled back to my hometown on the sad occasion of
Dad's death, the mailboxes along the way reminded me of some of his stories. I
thought I knew them all, but that wasn't the case.
As
I
drove
home,
I
noticed
two
lamp
poles,
one
on
each
side
of
the
street.
When
my
dad
was
around,
those
poles
supported
wooden
boxes
about
four
feet
off
the
ground.
One box was painted green and the other was red, and each had a long narrow hole
at the top with white lettering: SANTA CLAUS, NORTH POLE. For years children had
dropped letters to Santa through those holes.
I
made
a
turn
at
the
corner
and
drove
past
the
post
office
and
across
the
railroad
tracks
to
our
house.
Mum
and
I
were
sitting
at
the
kitchen
table
when
I
heard
footsteps.
There,
at
the
door,
stood
Frank
Townsend,
Dad's
postmaster
and
great
friend
for
many
years. So we all sat down at the table and began to tell stories.
At one point Frank looked at me with tear
s in his eyes. “What are we going to
do about the letters this Christmas
？” he asked.
“
The letters
？”
“
I guess you never knew.
”
“
Knew what
？”
“
Remember, when you were a kid and you used to put your letters to Santa in
those green and red boxes on Main Street? It was your dad who answered all those
letters every year.”
I just sat there with tears in my eyes. It wasn't hard for me to imagine Dad
sitting at the old oak table in our basement reading those letters and answering
each one. I have since spoken with several of the people who received Christmas
letters during their childhood, and they told me how amazed they were that Santa
had known so much about their homes and families.
For me, just knowing that story about my father was the gift of a lifetime.
1.
It
can
be
inferred
from
the
passage
that
the
writer
regarded
his
travels
with
Dad as________
．
A
．
great chances to help other people
B
．
happy occasions to play with baby chickens
2