浙江省20xx-20xx学年高二英语上学期期中试题word版

浙江省20xx-20xx学年高二英语上学期期中试题word版内容摘要：

nly recently discovered that she was amusic. By studying people like Margaret, scientists are finally learning how to identify this unusual condition. Scientists say that the brains of amusics are different from the brains of people who can appreciate music. The difference is plex, and it doesn’t involve defective hearing. Amusics can understand other nonmusical sounds well. They also have no problems understanding ordinary speech. Scientists pare amusics to people who just can’t see certain colors. Many amusics are happy when their condition is finally diagnosed (诊断 ). For years, Margaret felt embarrassed about her problem with music. Now she knows that she is not alone. There is a name for her condition. That makes it easier for her to explain. “When people invite me to a concert, I just say, ‘No thanks, I’m amusic,’” says Margaret. “I just wish I had learned to say that when I was seventeen and not seventy.” 28. Which of the following is true of amusics? A. They can easily tell two different songs apart. B. Listening to music is far from enjoyable for them. C. Their situation is well understood by musicians. D. They love places where they are likely to hear music. 29. According to paragraph3, a person with “ defective hearing” is probably one who __________. A. dislikes listening to speeches B. can hear anything nonmusical C. has a hearing problem D. lacks a plex hearing system 30. What is the passage mainly concerned with? A. Amusics’ strange behaviours. B. Some people’s inability to enjoy music. C. Musical talent and brain structure. D. Identification and treatment of amusics. D I have happy memories of trips to Europe, but my trip to Romania (罗马尼亚 ) was unique. When I was there as recalled, it was like being in a “James Bond” movie. My husband was born there, but his family sent him to study in Italy. Before he left, his mother told him, “As long as I write in pencil, don’t e back. When I write to you in pen, it’s safe to return.” But she never wrote in pen. My husband lived a poor life in Italy. He applied to go to America, but there was a limit in number and he was rejected. He was accepted by Canada, though, and from Calgary he jumped onto a train to San Francisco. There he stayed — illegally. He became a US citizen when we got married. By then he was a charming European with a Romanian accent and the manners of a prince. With seven years’ experience in America, a US passport, and two children later, he felt it was safe to visit Romania. He hadn’t seen his mother, two sisters, and two brothers since he was sixteen. We flew to Munich, Germany。 picked up the Germanmade car we had purchased in the States。 and drove to Romania via Austria and Hungary. When we reached Bucharest, the capital city of Romania, his family was waiting outside his sister’s house to greet us. After a long time of hugging, kissing, and crying, his family also hugged me, the American wife with two young children. They had great interest in me. Few Americans visited Romania at that time, and most Romanians had little chance to travel. I had brought an EnglishRomanian dictionary with me and managed to municate, using only nouns, with no verbs. My Romanian improved, and the family’s stock of English words increased, but mostly I spoke in broken, New Yorkaccented Romanian. The sisters loved their gifts of skirts and purses, the brothers loved the radios, and the children loved the candy. We made side trips to the Black Sea and enjoyed sightseeing in beautiful mountains. Dining at outdoor cafes to the music of violins was fantastic with fancy flavor, but nothing was as special as family dinners. Romania didn’t have many dry cleaners. Most homes had old fashioned washing machines but no dryers, and it was a hot summer. My husband’s relatives didn’t want to risk dirtying their clothes. Their solution was as simple as it was shocking: the women only wore their bras(胸罩 ) and slips (衬裙 ) at dinner table. The men were eating without shirts. They all had jobs, so time was precious. Having dinner without proper clothes was a small inconvenience pared with the effort of washing clothes — at least in my husband’s home, perhaps all across Romania. I, of course, having just met them, ate fully clothed. I washed my clothes by hand and hung them outdoors to dry. On the last night of our threeweek stay, we had a large family dinner. I was tired of washing my clothes. So I pulled my dress。