But for her mother's sudden illness, she would never think of breaking this _________with you.A.arrangementB. scheduleC. appointmentD. interview
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Cindy likes telling jokes. She never stops talking. She is___________.A、seriousB、quietC、shyD、outgoing .
She showed me the pictures she ________.A. paintsB. has paintedC. had paintedD. painted
AHer name is Mary． She comes from America． She is in China with her father and mother． She can speak a little Chinese． She studies in No． 80 Middle School in Tianjin．She is in the same school as her parents(father and mother)． She is a good student． She goes to school six days a week． She likes getting up early． She doesn’t like to be late．She often goes to school very early． But today she gets up late． So she gets to the classroom at 7：30． But there aren’t any students in it． She is not late． She is still early． It’s Sunday today． The students are all at home．( )21．Mary is from _______．A． AmericaB． ChinaC． No． 80 Middle SchoolD． Tianjin
Sally’s never seen a play in the Shanghai Grand Theatre, ______?A. hasn’t she B. has she C. isn’t she D. is she
A study showed that classroom management___________ a teacher′s early organization skills.A.depended on B.moved on C.have on D.keep on
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking forgiveness?A.She had never received the letter. B.For years, she often talked about the letter. C.She didn't forgive her daughter at all in all her life. D.She read the letter again and again till she died.
