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1.People say he is a good doctor ( It )

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2.Nobody told me about it ( not )

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3.I don't like pupils asking stupid questions ( being )

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4.She doesn't like the others laughing at her ( laughed )

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5.The boss had his secretary type all these letters ( typed )

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6.They employed the workers to repaired their house ( had )

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7.They say that elephants never forget ( forget )

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8.I don't want the others think of me as a burden( thought )

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9.People thought that he killed his wife( been )

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10.People believe that 13 is unlucky number( be )

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11.People expect that the strike will begin tomorrow( begin )

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12.I remember that someone gave me that shirt on my birthday( remember )

How do I live for you guys to please? Don't judge me with 3 words: LOOKING TO KNOW. And don't always talk when you don't really know what I think. Now, don't tell me not to refuse! They are now dragging the story over and over, but the fox. Although it is not the cause of cx ns. And nx, now they just like to report, then the report is done to deny it! We are just fit, I don't understand the reason, I really think that I always say it, no matter what they leave me alone, we have all the old chx that I have not said. , it has passed, then let it go, why are they so dangerous? We have to report it until you hit me. They do, live for me to let me know, they are very bully, I don't really know. Please help me, they help me, do we recognize them? Or do they just help them out, why are they incompetent? So how can they live so please? Say they are miserable just now! Let's take a little bit, and the ones they flatter thanks for help, we don't twt not bt! Help me, I still help, but I don't have any of their bitches, don't make it easy! Oh yeah, m, I am ngw, not a dog, but tell him to eat, it comes immediately! Let me go, please help me, please help me! But they don't eat it, so don't eat it! It's too rude, I don't care! Suggest that we lessen it! And the other deputy: do you think stupid? So why is the good hok but cheating at the test hour? Ngw hok stupid, no humiliation! But the most humiliating thing is the good hok that has to go cheating at the test hour! She is beautiful, but she beat her, she scolded, she is beautiful!

Visual pollution has a greater effect on people than you think. I remember when I went to a foreign country, I was really scared because there was so much graffiti on the building’s wall. Then I looked up, and I saw a lot of power lines over my head. Although they were not dangerous, I still felt insecure since I thought they might fall down. These things prevented me from enjoying the beautiful sights of the city. I also remember the time I studied in Melbourne. Once I was so busy with my assignments that I did not tidy my room for two weeks. Looking at the messy room caused me so much stress that I did not to study. Then I decided to clean the room and put my things in their proper places. I also bought a small plant and placed it in a corner. These simple actions increased my motivation and helped me focus on my learning.

1) how did the author feel when she saw power lines ?

2) why did she have that feeling ?

3) what was she busy with ?

4) what happened when she looked the messy room?

5) what did she do for her room

Read the following passage and mark the letter A, B, C, or D to indicate the correct answer to each of the questions.

I didn’t even notice him. It was a chilly November evening in New York City, and my daughter and I were walking up Broadway. I was thinking, “Milk, dry cleaners, home”. Was I supposed to notice a guy sitting inside a cardboard box next to a newsstand? No, but Nora did. She wasn't even four, but she pulled at my coat sleeve and said. “That man’s cold, Daddy. Can we take him home?"

 don't remember my reply - probably something like, “That wouldn't really be helping him”. Maybe I made her feel better by giving her an apple. I don't know. But I do remember a sudden heavy feeling inside me. I had always been delighted at how much my daughter noticed in her world, whether it was birds in flight or children playing. But now she was noticing suffering and poverty.

A few days later, I saw an article in the newspaper about volunteers who delivered meals to elderly people. The volunteers went to a nearby school on a Sunday morning, picked up a food package, and delivered it to an elderly person. It was quick and easy. I signed us up. Nora was excited about it. She could understand the importance of food, so she could easily see how valuable our job was. When Sunday came, she was ready, but I had to push myself to leave the house. On the way to the school. I fought an urge to turn back. The Sunday paper and my coffee were waiting at home. Why do this? Still, we picked up the package and phoned the elderly person we'd been assigned. She invited us right over. And that day Nora and I paid a visit to her depressing flat. After saying goodbye, I walked home in tears.

Professionals call such a visit a “volunteer opportunity". Indeed, the proverty my daughter and I helped lessen that Sunday afternoon was not the old woman's alone it was in our lives, too. Nora and I regularly serve meals to needy people and collect clothes lor the homeless. Yet, as I've watched her grow over these past four years. I still wonder which of us has benefited more?

Which of the following can be the best title of the passage?

A. A Lesson in Caring

B. Volunteer Opportunities

C. An International Voluntary Organisation

D. A Beautiful Sunday

Read the following passage and mark the letter A, B, C, or D to indicate the correct answer to each of the questions.

I didn’t even notice him. It was a chilly November evening in New York City, and my daughter and I were walking up Broadway. I was thinking, “Milk, dry cleaners, home”. Was I supposed to notice a guy sitting inside a cardboard box next to a newsstand? No, but Nora did. She wasn't even four, but she pulled at my coat sleeve and said. “That man’s cold, Daddy. Can we take him home?"

 don't remember my reply - probably something like, “That wouldn't really be helping him”. Maybe I made her feel better by giving her an apple. I don't know. But I do remember a sudden heavy feeling inside me. I had always been delighted at how much my daughter noticed in her world, whether it was birds in flight or children playing. But now she was noticing suffering and poverty.

A few days later, I saw an article in the newspaper about volunteers who delivered meals to elderly people. The volunteers went to a nearby school on a Sunday morning, picked up a food package, and delivered it to an elderly person. It was quick and easy. I signed us up. Nora was excited about it. She could understand the importance of food, so she could easily see how valuable our job was. When Sunday came, she was ready, but I had to push myself to leave the house. On the way to the school. I fought an urge to turn back. The Sunday paper and my coffee were waiting at home. Why do this? Still, we picked up the package and phoned the elderly person we'd been assigned. She invited us right over. And that day Nora and I paid a visit to her depressing flat. After saying goodbye, I walked home in tears.

Professionals call such a visit a “volunteer opportunity". Indeed, the proverty my daughter and I helped lessen that Sunday afternoon was not the old woman's alone it was in our lives, too. Nora and I regularly serve meals to needy people and collect clothes lor the homeless. Yet, as I've watched her grow over these past four years. I still wonder which of us has benefited more?

After reading the newspaper article about volunteers who helped the elderly, the writer ____.

A. paid no attention

B. went to work

C . signed him and his daughter up

D. took his daughter to school

Read the following passage and mark the letter A, B, C, or D to indicate the correct answer to each of the questions.

I didn’t even notice him. It was a chilly November evening in New York City, and my daughter and I were walking up Broadway. I was thinking, “Milk, dry cleaners, home”. Was I supposed to notice a guy sitting inside a cardboard box next to a newsstand? No, but Nora did. She wasn't even four, but she pulled at my coat sleeve and said. “That man’s cold, Daddy. Can we take him home?"

 don't remember my reply - probably something like, “That wouldn't really be helping him”. Maybe I made her feel better by giving her an apple. I don't know. But I do remember a sudden heavy feeling inside me. I had always been delighted at how much my daughter noticed in her world, whether it was birds in flight or children playing. But now she was noticing suffering and poverty.

A few days later, I saw an article in the newspaper about volunteers who delivered meals to elderly people. The volunteers went to a nearby school on a Sunday morning, picked up a food package, and delivered it to an elderly person. It was quick and easy. I signed us up. Nora was excited about it. She could understand the importance of food, so she could easily see how valuable our job was. When Sunday came, she was ready, but I had to push myself to leave the house. On the way to the school. I fought an urge to turn back. The Sunday paper and my coffee were waiting at home. Why do this? Still, we picked up the package and phoned the elderly person we'd been assigned. She invited us right over. And that day Nora and I paid a visit to her depressing flat. After saying goodbye, I walked home in tears.

Professionals call such a visit a “volunteer opportunity". Indeed, the proverty my daughter and I helped lessen that Sunday afternoon was not the old woman's alone it was in our lives, too. Nora and I regularly serve meals to needy people and collect clothes lor the homeless. Yet, as I've watched her grow over these past four years. I still wonder which of us has benefited more?

Which of the following is true about Nora, the author’s daughter?

A. She was a naughty schoolgirl.

B. She didn't care for anyone around her.

C. She was not interested in doing charity.

D. She is ov er four years old now.

Read the following passage and mark the letter A, B, C, or D to indicate the correct answer to each of the questions.

I didn’t even notice him. It was a chilly November evening in New York City, and my daughter and I were walking up Broadway. I was thinking, “Milk, dry cleaners, home”. Was I supposed to notice a guy sitting inside a cardboard box next to a newsstand? No, but Nora did. She wasn't even four, but she pulled at my coat sleeve and said. “That man’s cold, Daddy. Can we take him home?"

 don't remember my reply - probably something like, “That wouldn't really be helping him”. Maybe I made her feel better by giving her an apple. I don't know. But I do remember a sudden heavy feeling inside me. I had always been delighted at how much my daughter noticed in her world, whether it was birds in flight or children playing. But now she was noticing suffering and poverty.

A few days later, I saw an article in the newspaper about volunteers who delivered meals to elderly people. The volunteers went to a nearby school on a Sunday morning, picked up a food package, and delivered it to an elderly person. It was quick and easy. I signed us up. Nora was excited about it. She could understand the importance of food, so she could easily see how valuable our job was. When Sunday came, she was ready, but I had to push myself to leave the house. On the way to the school. I fought an urge to turn back. The Sunday paper and my coffee were waiting at home. Why do this? Still, we picked up the package and phoned the elderly person we'd been assigned. She invited us right over. And that day Nora and I paid a visit to her depressing flat. After saying goodbye, I walked home in tears.

Professionals call such a visit a “volunteer opportunity". Indeed, the proverty my daughter and I helped lessen that Sunday afternoon was not the old woman's alone it was in our lives, too. Nora and I regularly serve meals to needy people and collect clothes lor the homeless. Yet, as I've watched her grow over these past four years. I still wonder which of us has benefited more?

The phrase “delighted at" in the passage is closet in meaning to ____.

A. very bored with

B. very pleased at

C. very disappointed with

D. very surprised at

Read the following passage and mark the letter A, B, C, or D to indicate the correct answer to each of the questions.

I didn’t even notice him. It was a chilly November evening in New York City, and my daughter and I were walking up Broadway. I was thinking, “Milk, dry cleaners, home”. Was I supposed to notice a guy sitting inside a cardboard box next to a newsstand? No, but Nora did. She wasn't even four, but she pulled at my coat sleeve and said. “That man’s cold, Daddy. Can we take him home?"

 don't remember my reply - probably something like, “That wouldn't really be helping him”. Maybe I made her feel better by giving her an apple. I don't know. But I do remember a sudden heavy feeling inside me. I had always been delighted at how much my daughter noticed in her world, whether it was birds in flight or children playing. But now she was noticing suffering and poverty.

A few days later, I saw an article in the newspaper about volunteers who delivered meals to elderly people. The volunteers went to a nearby school on a Sunday morning, picked up a food package, and delivered it to an elderly person. It was quick and easy. I signed us up. Nora was excited about it. She could understand the importance of food, so she could easily see how valuable our job was. When Sunday came, she was ready, but I had to push myself to leave the house. On the way to the school. I fought an urge to turn back. The Sunday paper and my coffee were waiting at home. Why do this? Still, we picked up the package and phoned the elderly person we'd been assigned. She invited us right over. And that day Nora and I paid a visit to her depressing flat. After saying goodbye, I walked home in tears.

Professionals call such a visit a “volunteer opportunity". Indeed, the proverty my daughter and I helped lessen that Sunday afternoon was not the old woman's alone it was in our lives, too. Nora and I regularly serve meals to needy people and collect clothes lor the homeless. Yet, as I've watched her grow over these past four years. I still wonder which of us has benefited more?

The word “us" in the passage refers to ____.

A. the writer and his daughter

B. the writer and the elderly person

C. the volunteers

D. the writer, his daughter and the elderly person

Visual pollution has a greater effect on people than you may think. I remember when I went to a big city, I was really scared because so much graffiti on the building's wall. Then I looked up, and I saw a lot of power lines over my head. Although they were not dangerous, I still felt unsafe since I thought they might fall down. These things prevented me from enjoying the beautiful sights of the city.

I also remember the time when I was a student at a university. Once I was so busy with my assignments that I did not tidy my room for two weeks. Looking at the messy room caused me so much stress that I did not want to study. Then I decided to clean the room and put my thing in their proper places. I also bought a small plants and placed it in a corner of the room. These simple actions increased my motivation and helped me to focus on my learning

Questions.

1. How did the author feel when she saw the power lines?

2. Why did she have that feeling?

3. What was she busy with?

4. What happened when she looked the messy room?

5. What did she do for her room?