1、Late last year, I needed to transport some furniture from our house in Sussex to my son’s flat in central London. I should have paid a man to do it for me, but foolishly confident in my driving ability, I decided to hire a van and drive it myself. It was a Ford Transit 280, long and wide; you couldn’t see out of the back. You never really knew how close you were to anything else on the road. 　　Reversing in my home yard, I crashed into a small shed, causing permanent damage. At least I owned the shed. 　　I loaded up the furniture and set out. By now it was rush hour. My nerves broke down, as I steered the huge van through ever-shifting lanes, across oncoming vehicles, between distances of buses, at last to Charlotte Street. 　　Here, I found an available parking space. As I reversed into it, I noticed three people at a pavement cafe waving to me. I got out, trembling violently, like one who has just endured a stormy Atlantic crossing. “You’ve shifted the car parked behind you three feet,” they said, and it belonged to a disabled person. I examined the car. There were white scratches along its front bumper. It bore a disabled sign. So, now I was a bad driver and a bad man. Under the stem gaze of the three, I left an apologetic note on the damaged car’s windscreen, giving my phone number. 　　I unloaded the furniture, dripping with sweat. Wanting only to escape the monster, I drove the van back to its base on the Edgware Road. On arrival, the hire man told me I must fill it up with petrol before returning it. “Just charge me,” I cried, still shaking with fear. He gazed at me with understanding. No doubt he’d witnessed others in this state before. “How about I drive you to a petrol station, you fill up, and I drive her back?” he asked. 　　He danced the great van through the traffic so casually that it would have shamed me if I had not been so grateful. 问：The writer felt regretful that he had （ ）. 单选题 2分

2、Late last year, I needed to transport some furniture from our house in Sussex to my son’s flat in central London. I should have paid a man to do it for me, but foolishly confident in my driving ability, I decided to hire a van and drive it myself. It was a Ford Transit 280, long and wide; you couldn’t see out of the back. You never really knew how close you were to anything else on the road. 　　Reversing in my home yard, I crashed into a small shed, causing permanent damage. At least I owned the shed. 　　I loaded up the furniture and set out. By now it was rush hour. My nerves broke down, as I steered the huge van through ever-shifting lanes, across oncoming vehicles, between distances of buses, at last to Charlotte Street. 　　Here, I found an available parking space. As I reversed into it, I noticed three people at a pavement cafe waving to me. I got out, trembling violently, like one who has just endured a stormy Atlantic crossing. “You’ve shifted the car parked behind you three feet,” they said, and it belonged to a disabled person. I examined the car. There were white scratches along its front bumper. It bore a disabled sign. So, now I was a bad driver and a bad man. Under the stem gaze of the three, I left an apologetic note on the damaged car’s windscreen, giving my phone number. 　　I unloaded the furniture, dripping with sweat. Wanting only to escape the monster, I drove the van back to its base on the Edgware Road. On arrival, the hire man told me I must fill it up with petrol before returning it. “Just charge me,” I cried, still shaking with fear. He gazed at me with understanding. No doubt he’d witnessed others in this state before. “How about I drive you to a petrol station, you fill up, and I drive her back?” he asked. 　　He danced the great van through the traffic so casually that it would have shamed me if I had not been so grateful. 问：On his way to Charlotte Street, the writer felt （ ）. 单选题 2分

3、Late last year, I needed to transport some furniture from our house in Sussex to my son’s flat in central London. I should have paid a man to do it for me, but foolishly confident in my driving ability, I decided to hire a van and drive it myself. It was a Ford Transit 280, long and wide; you couldn’t see out of the back. You never really knew how close you were to anything else on the road. 　　Reversing in my home yard, I crashed into a small shed, causing permanent damage. At least I owned the shed. 　　I loaded up the furniture and set out. By now it was rush hour. My nerves broke down, as I steered the huge van through ever-shifting lanes, across oncoming vehicles, between distances of buses, at last to Charlotte Street. 　　Here, I found an available parking space. As I reversed into it, I noticed three people at a pavement cafe waving to me. I got out, trembling violently, like one who has just endured a stormy Atlantic crossing. “You’ve shifted the car parked behind you three feet,” they said, and it belonged to a disabled person. I examined the car. There were white scratches along its front bumper. It bore a disabled sign. So, now I was a bad driver and a bad man. Under the stem gaze of the three, I left an apologetic note on the damaged car’s windscreen, giving my phone number. 　　I unloaded the furniture, dripping with sweat. Wanting only to escape the monster, I drove the van back to its base on the Edgware Road. On arrival, the hire man told me I must fill it up with petrol before returning it. “Just charge me,” I cried, still shaking with fear. He gazed at me with understanding. No doubt he’d witnessed others in this state before. “How about I drive you to a petrol station, you fill up, and I drive her back?” he asked. 　　He danced the great van through the traffic so casually that it would have shamed me if I had not been so grateful. 问：In the parking lot, the writer （ ）. 单选题 2分

4、Late last year, I needed to transport some furniture from our house in Sussex to my son’s flat in central London. I should have paid a man to do it for me, but foolishly confident in my driving ability, I decided to hire a van and drive it myself. It was a Ford Transit 280, long and wide; you couldn’t see out of the back. You never really knew how close you were to anything else on the road. 　　Reversing in my home yard, I crashed into a small shed, causing permanent damage. At least I owned the shed. 　　I loaded up the furniture and set out. By now it was rush hour. My nerves broke down, as I steered the huge van through ever-shifting lanes, across oncoming vehicles, between distances of buses, at last to Charlotte Street. 　　Here, I found an available parking space. As I reversed into it, I noticed three people at a pavement cafe waving to me. I got out, trembling violently, like one who has just endured a stormy Atlantic crossing. “You’ve shifted the car parked behind you three feet,” they said, and it belonged to a disabled person. I examined the car. There were white scratches along its front bumper. It bore a disabled sign. So, now I was a bad driver and a bad man. Under the stem gaze of the three, I left an apologetic note on the damaged car’s windscreen, giving my phone number. 　　I unloaded the furniture, dripping with sweat. Wanting only to escape the monster, I drove the van back to its base on the Edgware Road. On arrival, the hire man told me I must fill it up with petrol before returning it. “Just charge me,” I cried, still shaking with fear. He gazed at me with understanding. No doubt he’d witnessed others in this state before. “How about I drive you to a petrol station, you fill up, and I drive her back?” he asked. 　　He danced the great van through the traffic so casually that it would have shamed me if I had not been so grateful. 问：The writer uses the word “monster”（para. 5） to refer to （ ）. 单选题 2分

5、Late last year, I needed to transport some furniture from our house in Sussex to my son’s flat in central London. I should have paid a man to do it for me, but foolishly confident in my driving ability, I decided to hire a van and drive it myself. It was a Ford Transit 280, long and wide; you couldn’t see out of the back. You never really knew how close you were to anything else on the road. 　　Reversing in my home yard, I crashed into a small shed, causing permanent damage. At least I owned the shed. 　　I loaded up the furniture and set out. By now it was rush hour. My nerves broke down, as I steered the huge van through ever-shifting lanes, across oncoming vehicles, between distances of buses, at last to Charlotte Street. 　　Here, I found an available parking space. As I reversed into it, I noticed three people at a pavement cafe waving to me. I got out, trembling violently, like one who has just endured a stormy Atlantic crossing. “You’ve shifted the car parked behind you three feet,” they said, and it belonged to a disabled person. I examined the car. There were white scratches along its front bumper. It bore a disabled sign. So, now I was a bad driver and a bad man. Under the stem gaze of the three, I left an apologetic note on the damaged car’s windscreen, giving my phone number. 　　I unloaded the furniture, dripping with sweat. Wanting only to escape the monster, I drove the van back to its base on the Edgware Road. On arrival, the hire man told me I must fill it up with petrol before returning it. “Just charge me,” I cried, still shaking with fear. He gazed at me with understanding. No doubt he’d witnessed others in this state before. “How about I drive you to a petrol station, you fill up, and I drive her back?” he asked. 　　He danced the great van through the traffic so casually that it would have shamed me if I had not been so grateful. 问：Watching the hire man drive, the writer felt （ ）. 单选题 2分

6、6、Anne: 　　I really don’t think that it’s moral to target children with advertisements, as they are not yet able to distinguish advertising from actual programming in the way adults can. This means that advertising aimed at children is misleading and unfair. It is also clearly effective, as otherwise advertisers would not spend hundreds of millions of dollars each year targeting children who are not yet able to resist their sales pitch. 7、John: 　　Advertising aimed at children brings negative social consequences, as much of it is for food and drinks that are unhealthy. Encouraging naive children to consume so much fatty, sugary and salty food is morally wrong because it creates overweight, unhealthy youngsters, with bad eating habits that will be with them for life. Society may pay a high price in terms of the extra medical care such children will eventually require. 8、Lily: 　　I think banning advertisements is a severe restriction upon freedom of speech. Companies should be able to tell the public about any legal products，or innovation will be restricted and new companies will find it hard to market their products successfully in the face of established rivals. Children also have a human right to receive information from a wide range of sources and make up their own minds about it. 9、Ross: 　　Children naturally like foods that are rich in fats and sugar. They give them the energy they need to play energetically and grow healthily. It is true that eating only such foods is bad for people, but this is a problem of bad parenting rather than the fault of advertising. If advertising to children were banned, then governments would not be able to use this means of promoting healthy eating. 10、Julia: 　　Children are not naive innocents, but clever consumers who can distinguish at a very young age between advertisements and programs, and understand that advertisements can be misleading. This essential learning process is, in fact, developed through exposure to advertisements. It is also assisted by responsible parenting that does not just leave children alone in front of the television, but spends some time watching with them and discussing what is seen. [A] Parents’ bad lifestyle influences their children. [B] It’s not right to ban advertisements. [C] Don’t blame advertisements for kids’ bad eating habits. [D] Children are easily misled by advertisements. [E] Watching TV advertisements is a process of learning for kids. [F] It’s time to ban advertisements aimed at children. [G]Advertisements aimed at children may bring trouble to society. 简答题 10分

7、Directions: 　　Read the following text from which 10 words have been removed. Choose from the words A-O the most suitable one to fill each numbered gap in the text （11-20）. There are FIVE extra words that you do not need to use. Mark your answers on your ANSWER SHEET. 　　When I tell people that I work from wherever I want, whether it be home or a friend’s office, I am generally met with a bit of scorn or a response that points out how “lucky” I am. Actually, I’m just getting to （11） what millions of people are already living: the mobile office. 　 Office space has undergone marked changes in the past few decades, with wooden desks being （12） by customizable cubicle walls and desks, then shifting to many of the new open-office designs we see now. This evolution is continuing as （13） realize that mobile technology is keeping workers away from the office more than ever. 　 Perhaps the most （14） change this year is something that has already begun. Thanks to increasing （15） on mobile devices, professionals can make a seamless transition from home to meetings to the office, with clients and （16） never realizing the change in location. Phones can easily be routed to cell phones, and cloud-based file storage means documents can be （17） from any device with an Internet connection. As the “work anywhere” trend continues to grow, professionals will have more （18） than ever. They’ll no longer be chained to a desk eight hours a day, allowing them to be more （19） and more reachable when they’re needed. In time, this will most likely （20） the definition of the office to include any location where an Internet connection is available. [A]accessed [B] businesses [C]confidence [D] considerate [E] created [F]customers [G]efficient [H]engineers [I]experience [J]freedom [K]notable [L]provide [M]reliance [N]replaced [O]reshape 简答题 20分