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广东省湛江一中2012年高三12月月考试题[英语].doc

广东省湛江一中2012年高三12月月考试题[英语].doc

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广东省湛江一中2012年高三12月月考试题[英语]

广东省湛江一中2012届高三12月月考试题(英语) 考试时间: 120分钟 满分: 135分 I. 语言知识及应用(共两节,满分45分) 第一节 完形填空(共15小题;每小题2分,满分30分) 阅读下面短文,掌握其大意,然后从1~15各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中,选出最佳选项,并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。 It was Christmas 1961. I was teaching in a small town where my twenty-seven third graders eagerly 1 the great day gift-giving in advance. Each day the children produced some new 2 — string of popcorn, hand-made trinkets, and German bell. Through it all a girl remained alone, watching from a distance, 3 miles away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now suddenly so withdrawn . I hoped the festivities would 4 to her. But nothing did. The students made the fried marbles(玻璃弹子)and competed with one another to bring the 5 ones. The day of gift-giving finally came. We cheered over our handiwork as the presents were 6 . All along, she sat quietly watching. To see her smile, I had made a special bag for her. She opened it so slowly and carefully. I waited but she  7 away. I had not passed through the wall of 8 she had built around herself. After school I sat down in a chair, hardly 9 of what was happening. When she came to me with her hands holding a small white box and slightly soiled, as if it had been held many times by 10 childish hands, she said nothing. “For me?” I asked. She said not a word, but nodded her head. I took the box and cautiously opened it. There inside, glistening green, a fried marble  11 from a golden chain. Then I looked into that eight-year-old face and saw the 12 in her dark brown eyes. In a flash I knew — she had made it for her mother, who had died just three weeks before and would never hold her or brush her hair or 13 her childish joys or sorrows. I meant it when I whispered, “Oh, Maria, it is so beautiful. Your mother would love it.” Neither of us could stop the 14 . She threw herself into my arms and we wept together. And for that brief moment I became her mother, for she had given me

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