听力原文以及参考答案

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---WORD格式--可编辑-- 听力原文以及参考答案

1. 辨音

1.4.1 I’m a Little Teapot

I’m a little teapot, short and stout,

Here’s my handle,

Here’s my spout.

When the tea is ready, hear my shout,

Pick me up and pour me out.

1) short, stout, handle, spout, shout, Pick, pour

2) Words: stout, spout, and shout.

Rules: 字母“ou”发音为/au/

1.4.2 Go away, Mr Wolf

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who’s that knocking at our little front door?

“Anyone for ice cream?” said a furry , friendly voice.

“Go away, Mr Wolf,” said the three little pigs.

And they quickly shut the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who’s that knocking at our little front door?

“Coming for a drive?” said a charming , cheery voice.

“Go away, Mr Wolf,” said the three little pigs.

And they quickly shut the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who’s that knocking at our little front door?

“Anyone for a game?” said a hoarse but hopeful voice.

“Go away, Mr Wolf,” said the three little pigs.

And they quickly shut the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who’s that knocking at our little front door?

“It’s a lovely day for a swim . Anybody coming with me?”

“Go away, Mr Wolf,” said the three little pigs.

And they quickly shut the door.

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Who’s that knocking at our little front door?

“Anybody home?”

“It’s Daddy!”

“Come on in, Daddy. We’ve got lots to tell you.”

1.4.3 The Owl

The owl is called the “bird of night.” The light of day is too strong and too bright for

his eyes. So he sits all day long hid in a tree, or in a hole of a wall, out of sight. As

soon as it is night he comes out, and flies round and round, in search of mice, or small

birds. When he flies, his wings do not make a noise. So the mice and birds do not hear

him till he is quite near. The birds know him well, and are in great fear of him. When

they find him out by day, they come and peck at him with all their might. He is then

half blind, and he does not see how to fight with them. Look how they peck him! Poor

owl! Fly back to your hole as fast as you can.

1.4.4 The Diamond That Disappeared

For workers at one of London’s Graff jewelry shops, there is a date which is not

easily forgotten. About thirty years ago, a well-dressed man entered the store looking

like an ordinary customer. Once inside, he pulled out a gun, and another man followed

with a grenade.

The two thieves quickly took the finest jewels from the displays. They also took

the store’s most famous piece: the 45-carat Marlborough diamond. This

pigeon-egg-sized diamond was worth 400,000 pounds at the time. The robbers got out

of the store with over 1.4 million pounds in jewels.

They were clever, but not quite clever enough. As they got off the plane in

Chicago 11 hours later, the police were waiting. They quickly identified and arrested

Joseph Scalise and Arthur Rachel for the crime. To the policemen’s surprise, however,

the stolen jewels were not in the men’s luggage. To this day, the location of those

jewels- including the Marlborough diamond- remains a mystery.

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3) 1. well-dressed; ordinary

2. finest; displays

3. identified; arrested; crime

1.4.5 Three Days to See

I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken

blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would

make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.

Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see.

Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk

in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she

replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses,

for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.

How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and

see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me

through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly

about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the

spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of

awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a

flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of

Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently

in a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have

cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine