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1、! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ? 阅读新增7篇 Literature Level 2 Passage 61 Literature Level 4 Passage 54 History Level 4 Passage 47 Science Level 2 Passage 810 Science Level 2 Passage 913 Social Science Level 3 Passage 516 Social Science Level 3 Passage 619 Informative Level 3 - Floating rough Life22 Narr
2、ative Level 2 - A Top-Fight Career26 Narrative Level 3 - Building from the Carpet Up30 Argument Level 2 - The Case for Independent Bookselling34 Argument Level 3 - The Two Faces of Tlatilco39 Argument Level 3 - Comedy in Contrast: The Style of Flannery OConnor42 Part 3 Answer Key Contents Part 1 Rea
3、ding Part 2 Writing and Language Use CONTINUE 1 Literature Questions 1-11 are based on the following passage. This passage is adapted from Linda Niehoff, “Like Magic Waiting.” 2015 by Linda Niehoff. We walked through the field a long time, pushing tall grass out of the way, before we saw anything. I
4、d pluck ticks out of my hair later and scratch red bumps. I hoped it was worth it. “How much longer?” I asked. I wondered now if it was just a story Tamara told in her bedroom with the window propped open and flies buzzing everywhere. There were always flies and the sour smell of hog drifting in on
5、dusty Saturday afternoons. Wed already flipped through shiny magazines and smelled their thick scent. Wed smeared watermelon polish on our nails for a moment thatd probably never come. Then we rolled the magazines up and slapped at the never-ending flies. Coming out here was the only thing left to d
6、o. “Sometimes it takes a second to find,” Tamara said as she stopped and scanned the field, and I said nothing because I still wanted to believe her. I turned back around. From here the sagging trailer was the size of a thumbprint. It was hard to believe wed been crammed insideit seemed too small to
7、 hold us. You could block it out with a finger and make it disappear. The late summer sun sank low in the far row of trees and looked like moving globs of light. If I squinted my eyes and let them go all blurry, it glittered just like magic waiting. Or how I pictured magic might look if I could ever
8、 find it. “Should we go back?” I asked, right as she pointed. “There it is.” At first I couldnt make it out. Weeds and golden grass had pierced the wood and pushed through, making it hard to tell what it had been. I was just about to ask her where when I saw the face. Its teeth were bared in an eter
9、nal grin. A tiger. Or a lion, maybe. A few feet away lay a camel. And I thought I saw a giraffe, but it was hard to tell. The framework was gone. Probably cut up and sold for firewood a long time ago. “I told you,” she said, but I didnt look at her. I bent down and touched its head, the lion or tige
10、r, and traced my newly painted nail along a red wooden vein. It was a long-ago ribbon or maybe even a rose, now bled of color except for one faint crimson line that clung to its splinters and wouldnt let go. The wood let out a rotting sigh, and the smell of damp and soil rose up like something whisp
11、ered. It looked old. And not just because of the rotting wood. It looked old-fashioned. “Whered it come from?” I asked. Line 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 “Dont know,” Tamara said. “Its always been here. Even my mom remembers it from when she was a girl.” “She never rode it?” Tamara shook her head. Some
12、body had carved each eye, each tooth, each wild, blowing curl and set it out in a farmers field. Others had stood in line, clutching sweaty coins, just to ride around in circles to the sound of a calliope. Until it wasnt enough anymore. Or maybe there was just too much to keep it standing. Too much
13、sky pressing down, and now it was just wooden bones. I wished I could have seen him twirling madly, head lifted high and proud, but there was still a fierceness in his gaze that not even a prison of weeds could hold. Even though the earth was slowly swallowing him, it was like he wouldnt stop fighti
14、ng. I looked up at Tamara, but I could see that she didnt care, not really. “Its just a pile of wood,” she said when she saw how I looked at her. But I wanted to tell her to shut up. This was haunted ground. A whole other world had moved and swallowed and ached unseen under this one with cries and l
15、aughter and screams. For a moment, I could almost hear it on the hot breath of wind that brushed my cheek. I strained to listen before the cicada song rose up and sang it away. Tamara shrugged and chewed on a nail. She was already peeling off the watermelon polish. 50 55 60 65 70 L2 P6 Literature CO
16、NTINUE 2 3 It can reasonably be inferred that the time the narrator spends with Tamara on Saturdays generally A) is largely focused on completing chores. B) involves a great deal of routine. C) prevents her from being outside. D) consists of her listening to Tamara tell stories. 4 5 Paragraph 6 (lines 22-25) primarily senses to provide a sense of the narrators A) longing for the extraordinary. B) respect and appreciation f
