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答案】1. D 2. C 3. B
【答案】4. A 5. C 6. D 7. B
【答案】8. C 9. B 10. D 11. A
【答案】12. D 13. A 14. B 15. C
【答案】16. G 17. E 18. D 19. F 20. B
【答案】21. C 22. B 23. A 24. A 25. B 26. D 27. C 28. B 29. C 30. A 31. C 32. D 33. A 34. D
35. A
【答案】36. roofs
37. a 38. for
39. symbolize##symbolise
40. was controlled
41. having 42. Comprised
43. visually
44. that 45. wisdom
【答案】参考范文
Should You Trust Your First Impressions?
I firmly believe we should trust our first impressions. They are often our instinctive and honest reactions, guiding
us correctly in most cases.
I still remember my new deskmate last term. On the first day, he looked quiet and polite, which left me with a
feeling that he was kind and helpful. As time went by, my first impression proved right. He was always ready to lend a
hand, explaining difficult problems patiently and keeping our desk tidy.
First impressions are like a warm ray of light. They help us see a person quickly and often accurately. Trusting
them is indeed a wise choice.
Should You Trust Your First Impressions?
In my opinion, first impressions are not always reliable. Although they can offer quick insights, they are often
based on limited information.
I still remember my first day at high school. I met my classmate Li Hua, who spoke little and kept a straight
face. I thought he was cold and unfriendly, so I stayed away from him. However, weeks later we were paired for a
project. To my surprise, he turned out to be warm and always ready to lend me a hand.
This experience taught me that first impressions are like the cover of a book. Sometimes they fool you. True
understanding takes time and an open heart.
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Then I remembered the other twelve balloons in the backseat. When I asked if I could bring balloons inside,
Daniel nodded, “It’s been a while since something cheerful came through the door.” Hearing this, I jogged to the
car, gathered the strings from the backseat and the balloons were immediately freed, floating gloriously in the air.
One by one, I handed them out to the residents inside, whose faces softened and even brightened up as the colors
reached them. I could hear it, this sudden rustle of joy.
Over the next six months, I visited Daniel often. Sometimes with balloons, sometimes with drawings my
students made, our visits always began in the shade outside. Though he never said so, I could tell he waited for me.
I did too for his voice, low and soft, was so much like Dad’s. I was grateful for the silence we shared when words
weren’t needed. Through these visits, the city felt less foreign, but more like home. When I made it back home
some day, I would tell Dad how a man brought him back to me, and how a handful of balloons, unexpectedly, lit up
everything.
