发布时间 : 星期日 文章2018英语专四真题与参考题答案更新完毕开始阅读d93a9bbb6d175f0e7cd184254b35eefdc9d31530
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PASSAGE THREE
(1) Knowing that Mrs. Mallard suffered from a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death.
(2) It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when news of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard’s name leading the list of “killed”. He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram.
(3) She wept at once, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of sadness had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
(4) There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
(5) She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves).
(6) There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled above the other in the west facing her window.
(7) She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
(8) She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
(9) There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
(10) Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will-as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been.
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(11) When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: \stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
(12) She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
(13) There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending her in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature.
(14) And yet she had loved him-sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion, which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
(15)“Free! Body and soul free!” she kept whispering.
(16) Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. \open the door! I beg; open the door-you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door.\
(17) \长生不老药) of life through that open window.
(18) Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.
(19) She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.
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(20) Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his gripsack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.
(21) But Richards was too late.
(22) When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease-of joy that kills.
48. How did Mrs Mallard get the news of her husband’s death? A. Her husband’s friend told her. B. She had read it from the paper. C. Her sister Josephine told her. D. Her doctor broke the news to her.
49. When Mrs Mallard was alone in her room, she ___________. A. sat in an armchair all the time B. sat with her back facing the window C. sat and then walked around for while D. sat in a chair and cried all the time.
50. How did she feel about her love towards her husband? A. She hated her husband. B. She was indifferent now. C. She found it hard to describe. D. She had loved him all along.
SECTION B SHORT ANSWER QUESTIONS
In this section there are five short answer questions based on the passages in Section A. Answer the questions with NO MORE THAN TEN WORDS in the space provided on ANSWER SHEET TWO.
PASSAGE ONE
51. Of all the values mentioned in the passage, which one is regarded as the most fundamental? Individual freedom. PASSAGE TWO
52. What can be inferred from the sentence “Not all awards are as noble as the Nobels.” according to Para. 2?
The author doubts the significance of some awards. 53. What conclusion can be drawn from Para. 5?
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The author thinks it unreasonable to award rich people. PASSAGE THREE
54. What was Mrs Mallard’s mood when she was left alone in the room? Secret joy over the expectation of future freedom.
55. The doctors said that Mrs Mallard died of heart disease — of joy that kills. What do you think is the real cause of her death?
Fright and disillusionment at the sight of her “dead” husband.
PART VI WRITING
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1. 若不给自己设限，则人生中就没有限制你发挥的藩篱。2. 若不是心宽似海，哪有人生风平浪静。在纷杂的尘世里，为自己留下一片纯静的心灵空间，不管是潮起潮落，也不管是阴晴圆缺，你都可以免去浮躁，义无反顾，勇往直前，轻松自如地走好人生路上的每一步3. 花一些时间，总会看清一些事。用一些事情，总会看清一些人。有时候觉得自己像个神经病。既纠结了自己，又打扰了别人。努力过后，才知道许多事情，坚持坚持，就过来了。4. 岁月是无情的，假如你丢给它的是一片空白，它还给你的也是一片空白。岁月是有情的，假如你奉献给她的是一些色彩，它奉献给你的也是一些色彩。你必须努力，当有一天蓦然回首时，你的回忆里才会多一些色彩斑斓，少一些苍白无力。只有你自己才能把岁月描画成一幅难以忘怀的人生画卷。可编辑