中考英语选练(17)外研版

（阅读理解）

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一、阅读理解。

A

马云、屠呦呦

A．Lang Lang. B．Li Yundi.

C．Ma Yun.

( A )2.What kind of the Nobel Prize did Tu Youyou receive? A．Medicine. B．Literature.

C．Physics.

( C )3.Where is Tu Youyou from?

A．America. B．Japan.

C．China.

B

I don't know how I did it. While the airplane was climbing, I was asking myself a lot of questions. For example, what would my parents think of me

if the parachute didn't work? The master jumper looked at me and said, “Don't worry. We'll be with you.”

Then, I looked at my altimeter. We were at 10,000 feet. I looked at the door, and the light had turned green.

“Are you ready?” the master jumper asked me.

“Yes, I am.” I answered him.

We walked to the door. There were two master jumpers who would jump with me. One was on my left, and the other was on my right. I followed all the steps, and then we jumped.

I was flying! I looked at my master jumpers. They were with me, and they were smiling. I felt relaxed. I had to wait until I was at 6,000 feet to pull the rope.

Things were working without problems. There was no noise except the sound of the wind. I looked at my altimeter. It was at 6,000 feet. And I pulled the rope with my right hand. I almost stopped in the air. The harness(背带) was holding me. I was at 4,000 feet. I could see the airport and the place where I had to land. I was going to land in four minutes. When

I arrived on the ground, I thought I had done it.

1.The writer was before he jumped from the plane.

A.sad

B.nervous

C.excited

D.relaxed

2.The writer jumped down from the height of .

A.4,000 feet

B.6,000 feet

C.8,000 feet

D.10,000 feet

3.Who jumped down with the writer?

A.Nobody.

B.A master jumper.

C.His friends.

D.Two master jumpers.

4.What can we infer from the passage?

A.The writer landed on the ground safely at last.

B.Something wrong happened when the writer landed.

C.The writer had jumped down from the plane for several times.

D.The writer will never jump down again because it's too dangerous.

参考答案：

1.B

2.D

3.D

4.A

C

It was a hard year for my family. Whenever my mom looked over at the tree and presents, she would warn us, “There won’t be as much for Christmas this year. Try not to be disappointed.” Christmas had traditionally been a time for my parents to make us happy. In years past, we had a lot of presents here and there, taking over the living room. On Christmas morning, we nervously waited in the hallway until Dad told us everything was read y. We rushed into the living room and let the wrapping paper fly. “Here’s another one for you,” said Mom as she handed me a package. I looked at it, confused. Having spent so much time examining the presents before Christmas, I recognized this one. But it had not been mine. It was my mom’s. A new label (标签) had been put on it, with my name written in my mother’s handwriting.

“Mom, I can’t…”

I was stopped by my mother’s eager, joyful look—a look I could not really understand. “Let’s see what it is, honey. Hurry and open it.”

It was a blow dryer. Though this may seem a simple gift, to me it was so much more. Being an eleven-year-old girl, I was stunned. In my world, where receiving outweighed giving, my mom’s act of selflessness was incomprehensible. It was a huge act. Tears filled my eyes and I thought in disbelief about how much my mom must love me to give up her Christmas so I could have a few more presents.

I have always remembered that Christmas. It had such an effect on me. As a mother with