2022年宁夏大学英语考试模拟卷九1测.docx

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1、2022年宁夏大学英语考试模拟卷九（本卷共分为1大题50小题,作答时间为180分钟,总分100分,60分及格。）单位:姓名:考号:题号单选题多项选择判断题综合题总分分值得分、单项选择题（共50题,每题2分。每题的备选项中,只有一个最符合题意）1. Questions 27 and 28 are based on the fol lowing news. At the end of thenews item, you wiI I be given 10 seconds to answer the questions.Now, I i sten to the news.With whom did

2、Christopher NOT meetA. The Syrian President.B. The PLO leader.C. The Jordanian President.D. The Israeli Prime Minister.2. Questions 13 to 16 are based on the fol lowing passage. At the end of the passage, you wiI I be given 20 seconds to answer the questions.Now, Ii sten to the passage.Why are shark

3、s useful for humansA. For their tasty meat.B. For the principle of their defense system against disease.C. For their solid skin.D. For the principle of their birth modes.3. Questions 29 and 30 are based on the fol lowing news. At the end of the news item, you wiI I be given 10 seconds to answer the

4、questions.Now, I i sten to the news.progress has been made in cutting down the mortaI ity rate in China.A. RapidB. SlowC. LittleD. Negative4. what is Jane learning to use ()A. A television set.B. A washi ng mach i ne.C- A pulic telephone.D. A candy machi ne.5. Did you go shopping yesterday ()A. No,

5、I went for an&rsquo； interview.B. It doesn&rsquo；t keep good time.C. It lasted two hours.D. I&rsquo；d rather not.6. where is Tom at the moment ()A, At schooI.B. At home.C. At the dentist’s.D. In a restaurant.7. Would you like to join us for lunch C)A. Pleased to meet you.B. That would be nice.

6、C. My pleasure.D. I enjoy having rice.8. What information does the man want to get ()A. Schoo I fee.B. Flower prices.C. Apple pr ices.D. Milk prices.9. When shall we meet again ()A. Is seven thirty OK.B. At the same place.C. 4 hours.D. Sure.10. what does the woman want to make ()A. Sheet.B. Shirt.C.

7、 Scarf.D. Curtain.11. Peter is very good at learning foreign languages. Do you know how many languages does he speak ()A. By car.B. Yesterday afternoon.C In New York.D. For some information about travel.12. Who got a phone cal I first ()A. Rose’s sister.B. The woman.C. The man.D. Rose.13.What

8、I like about this city is its variety of cultural activities ()A. I&rsquo；11 phone you again.B. It&rsquo；s a good story.C. Me, too.D. That OK.14. Questions 7 and 8 are based on the fol lowing news. At the end of the news item, you wiI I be given 20 seconds to answer the questions. Now Ii sten to the

9、 news.General Ban Ki-moon is urging the Burmese government toA. hold the constitutional referendum.B. allow in foreign search and rescue teams.C. accept international aid right away.D. adopt John Holmes suggestions.15. Which of the following is TRUE about the safety of putting photos onlineA. Do not

10、 copy or paste pictures to your website.B. Sanitizing your photos online guarantees their safety.C. Compared with emails, websites are Safer to share photos.D. Even your friends may use your photos for a bad purpos16. Is there anything more bor ing than hear ing about someone else* s dream And is th

11、ere anything more miraculous than having one of your own The voluptuous pleasure of Haruki Murakami1 s enthral I ing f ictions-ful I of enigmatic imagery, random nonsense, and profundities that may or may not hold up in the I ight of day-reminds me of dreaming. Like no other author I can think of, M

12、urakami captures the juxtapositions of the trivial and the momentous that characterize dream Iife, those crazy incidents that seem so vivid in the moment and so blurry and preposterous later on. His characters I i ve ordinary I i ves, boiling pasta for lunch, riding the bus, and bIasting Prince whil

13、e working out at the gym. Then suddenly and matter-of-fact Iy, they do someth i ng utterly nuts, I ike strike up a conversation with a coquettish Siamese cat, or maybe mackerel and sardines begin to rain from the sky. In Murakami9 s wor Id, these things make complete, cock-eyed sense. Like many of M

14、urakami s heroes, Kafka Tamura in Kafka on the Shore has more rewarding relationships with Iiterature and music than with people. (Murakami9 s passion for music is infectious; nothing made me want to rush out and purchase a Brahms CD unti I I read his Sputnik Sweetheart.) On his 15th birthday, Kafka

15、 runs away from his Tokyo home for obscure reasons related to his famous scuIptor father. His choice of a destination is arbitrary. Or is it nShikoku, I decide. That1 s where I I I g The more I look at the map actual ly every time I study it-the more I feel Shikoku tugging at me.” On the island of S

16、hikoku, Kafka makes himself a fixture at the I oca I I ibrary, where he setties into a comfortable sofa and starts reading The Arabian Nights: nLike the genie in the bottIe they have this sort of vitaI, Iiving sense of play, of freedom that common sense can t keep bottIed up. M As in a David Lynch m

17、ovie, al I the I ibrary staffers are phi losophical eccentrics ready to advance the surreal narrative. Oshima, the androgynous clerk, ta I ks to Kafka about ( inevitably) Kafka and the merits of driving while Iistening to Schubert (a dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness

18、, keeps you alert. If I I isten to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I m driving, I might want to close my eyes and die r ight there). The tragically al luring head Iibrariant Miss Saeki, once wrote a hit song cal led Kafka ma the Shore-and may or may not be Katkn* s

19、 Iong-1ost mother. Alarmingly, she also stars in his erotic fantasies. In alternating chapters, Murakami records the even odder antics of Nakata, a simpIeminded cat catcher who spends his days chatting with tabbies in a vacant Tokyo lot. One afternoon, a menacing clog leads him to the home of a sadi

20、stic cat killer who goes by the name Johnnie Walker. Walker ends up dead by the end of the encounter; back in Shikoku, Kafka unaccountably finds h i mseIf drenched in blood. Soon, Nakata too begins fee Ii ng an inexp I icable pul I toward the island. If this plot sounds totaI Iy demented, trust me,

21、it gets even weirder than that. Like a dream, yon just have to be them. And, I ike a dream, what this dazzl ing novel means or whether it means anything at al I-we may never know.What is Kafka on the ShoreA. It is a fiction written by a head librarian Miss Saeki.B. It is an autobiographical novel of

22、 Kafka Tamura.C. It is a movie adapted from Haruki Murakami9 s book.D. It is the name of a hit song in a novel under the same nam17. I know now that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stai rs that hot summer night over thi rty-f i ve years ago was not a tai I man. But to a five-year-old, he w

23、as a giant. We sat side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street, a street that I was never a I I owed to cross unless accompan i ed by an adult, or at the very least, an older sibling. Cherry-scented smoke fromGrandpa* s pipe kept the hungry mos

24、qu i toes at bay while gray, w ispy swirls danced around our heads. Now and again, he blew a smoke ring and Iaughed as I fried to target the hole with ray finger. I, clad in a cool summer night, and Grandpa, his sleeveless T-shirt, sat watching the traffic. We counted cars and tried to guess the col

25、or of the next one to turn the corner. Once again, I was caught in the middle of circumstances. The fourth born of six chi Idren, it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for something. This night I was both. Whi Ie my two baby brothers slept inside the house, my three older sibIin

26、gs pIayed with friends around the comer, where I was not a I I owed to go. I stayed with Grandpa, and that was okay with me. I was where I wanted to be. My grandfather was babysitting whi Ie my mother, father and grandmother went out. Th i rsty Grandpa asked, never remov i ng the p i pe from h i s m

27、outh. Yes, H was my reply. r,How would you I ike to nm over to the gas station there and get yourself a bott I e of Coke I couldn9 t be I ieve my ears. Had I heard i t r i ght Was he ta I k i ng to me On my family s modest i ncome, Coke was not a part of our budget or diet. A few tantaI izing sips w

28、as a I I I had ever had, and certainly never my own bottle. Okay, M I rep I i ed shyly, al ready wondering how I wou Id get across the street. Sure I y Grandpa was going to come with me. Grandpa stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket. I could hear the fami

29、 I iar jangl ing of the loose change he always carded. Opening his fist, he exposed a mound of si Iver coins. There must have been a mi I I ion dollars there, He instructed me to pick out a dime. After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he stood up. Okay, he said, helping me d

30、own the stairs and to the curb, I m going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies. I II tell yon when it s safe to cross. You go over to the Coke mach i ne, get your Coke and come back out. Wait for me to teI I you when it s safe to cross back. My heart pounded. I cIutched my dime tightIy in

31、 my sweaty palm. Excitement took my breath away. Grandpa held my hand tightIy. Together we Iooked up the street and down, and back up again. He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. He let go of my hand and I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. The street seemed wide. I wo

32、ndered if I would make it to the other side. Reaching the other side, I turned to fred Grandpa. There he was, stand i ng exact Iy where I had left him, smiling proudly. I waved. nGo on, hurry up,“ he ye I I ed. My heart pounded wi Idly as I waIked inside the dark garage. I had been inside the garage

33、 before with my father. My surroundings were famiIiar. I heard the Coca-CoI a mach i ne motor humming even before I saw it. I waIked directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser. I knew where to insert my dime. I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times. The big old

34、 monster greedily accepted my dime, and I heard the bottIes shift. On tiptoes I reached up and opened the heavy door. There they were: one neat row of thick green bottles, necks staring di rect ly at me, and ice cold from the refr igerat ion. I held the door open with my shoulder and grabbed one. Wi

35、th a quick yank, I pul led it free from its bondage. Another one i mmed i ate I y took its place. The bott I e was cold in my sweaty hands. I wi I I never forget the feel ing of the cool glass on my akin With two hands, I positioned the bott I eneck under the heavy brass opener that was bolted to th

36、e wall. The cap dropped into an old wooden box, and I reached in to retrieve it. I was cold and bent in the middle, but I knew I needed to have this souvenir. Coke in hand, I prondly marched back out into the early evening dusk Grandpa was waiting patiently. He smiled. Stop right there, he ye I led.

37、 One or two cars sped by me, and once again, Grandpa stepped off the curb. Come on, now, he said, run. I did. Cool brown foam sprayed my hands. Don t ever do that alone, he warned.I held the Coke bottIe tightIy; fearful he would make me pour it into a cup, ruining this dream come true. He didn, t, O

38、ne long swal low of the co Id beverage coo led my sweat ing body. I don, t think I ever felt so proud.From the first three paragraphs, we can infer thatA. the author would prefer playing with his three older siblings to staying with his grandpa.B. they were living in the suburbs where there were not

39、 too much traffic on the road.C. the grandpa was always the one to baby sit for the author and his siblings. D. the author enjoyed the time that he spent with his grandp18.The road from MiIdura to Merbein, in north-west Victoriat is a sad sight. Many of its farms are covered with wine grapes, dying

40、on the vines. Farmers p I anted the vines hop i ng to cash in on the seemingly endless boom in Australian wine. But in 2007 the boom turned to bust, forcing many farmers to waIk away from grapes and land they cannot sell. Over the past 15 years Austral ia9 s wine industry has been one of its great s

41、uccess stories. Export revenues last year reached A$3 billion ($2. 4 biI Iion), four times the figure from 1997. Britain, Amer ica and Canada, among the most competitive markets for wine, are Australia 5 s three biggest customers. But the suffering in pI aces I ike MiIdura and nearby Remark in South

42、 Australia is a sign that the industry felI victim to its own success. Flushed with a growing demand for Austral ian wines, a grape shortage, and soaring grape prices, growers rushed to plant more vines in the late 1990s. In 1998 they put in a record 16, 000 new hectares, doubIe the new pI ant i ngs

43、 two years ear Iier. In 2005 Australia produced a I most 2 mi 11 ion tons of wi ne grapes, a quarter more than analysts say its markets can absorb. Then came Austral ia s worst drought in a century. Mi Idum and Renmark are surrounded by desert, and fruit farms and vineyards survive only with irrigat

44、ion from the Murray River, the IifebIood of Austral ia s agriculture. Smal Ier firms, wh i ch supp I y the b i g w i nemakers with some of their grapes, faced a doubIe whammy: falling grape prices and cuts to irrigation water. Stephen Strachan, chief executive of the Winemakers Federation of Austral

45、 ia, reckons the drought was a turning point, even a tragic one in some cases, in forcing the industry back to Msustainable levels”. The pI ant i ng rush has ended. The 3, 600 hectares of new vines planted in 2006 a I most equaIed the 3, 400 hectares of vines ripped out of the ground that year. The

46、drought has also led to much soul-searching among Australia s 2,000 wine producers about how the industry can recapture its reputation for qua Iity wines. There i s now stiff compet i t i on in the mid-market from other New World producers, . notab I y New Zea I and, where the wine industry i s boom

47、 i ng. Much Austral ian wine during the grape glut found its way onto the world market as bulk or commodity wine, sold at low prices or even at a loss. This harmed Austral ia s reputation among consumers. Austral ian producers now face the task of earning a reputation for qua I ity rather than quant

48、ity. The appreciation of the Austral ian dol lar, which makes Austral ian wines more expensive overseas, has brought a new urgency to the job. Historically, many Australian winemakers have derided the French approach to making wine, especial ly the idea that the finest wines come only from a terroir

49、-the union of cI imate and soi I characteristic of each place. Austral ian producers instead pr ide themselves on what they regard as a less snooty and more democratic approach: bI end i ng grapes from different regions to achieve a consistent wine. But some are now asking whether marketing an Austral ian