单选题She had just finished her homework ______ her mother asked her to practise playing the piano yesterday.A whenB whileC afterD since

I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The passage shows that _______

A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter
B.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done
C.mother cared much about her daughter in words
D.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words

I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
What's the best title of the passage?

A.My Letter to Mother
B.Mother and Children
C.Mv Mother's Desk
D.Talks hetween Mother and Me

I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The word "gulf" in the passage means _______

A.deep understanding between the old and the young
B.different ideas between the mother and the daughter
C.free talks between mother and daughter
D.part of the sea going far in land

Mrs.Peters stopped playing the piano when she began to work.She had lived in a very small?flat,and there had been no room for a piano.But when she married,she had a new flat which was?big enough for one.So she decided to get one and her husband agreed and helped her.She saved?some money,and her parents gave her a generous amount of money for her birthday.Then she went?to a shop and said,"I′ll choose whichever piano does not cost too much and fits into my living room."
When she had paid for the piano,the shop assistant asked her if she would like him to get it?tuned(调音)evey few months.Mrs.Peters agreed.
A few months later she heard from the shop that a man was coming to tune the piano at ten that?morning.Now she had not cleaned the house yet,so it was dusty and untidy.Mrs.Peters hated having?even the least amount of dirt,and felt ashamed whenever strange people saw her house like that.So she had to hurry..to clean everything carefully.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired,but anyhow,by the time the man arrived,everything was finished.
She opened the door,and the man was standing there with a big dog.!"Good morning,"the man said politely,"Will it disturb you if I bring my dog in,please?I′m blind,and he leads me wherever?I go.

Mrs.Peters had wasted her time getting everything clean as__________

A.the dog would dirty the house
B.the piano tuner could see nothing in the house
C.the dog disturbed Mrs.Peters
D.the piano tuner always took the dog

Mrs.Peters stopped playing the piano when she began to work.She had lived in a very small?flat,and there had been no room for a piano.But when she married,she had a new flat which was?big enough for one.So she decided to get one and her husband agreed and helped her.She saved?some money,and her parents gave her a generous amount of money for her birthday.Then she went?to a shop and said,"I′ll choose whichever piano does not cost too much and fits into my living room."
When she had paid for the piano,the shop assistant asked her if she would like him to get it?tuned(调音)evey few months.Mrs.Peters agreed.
A few months later she heard from the shop that a man was coming to tune the piano at ten that?morning.Now she had not cleaned the house yet,so it was dusty and untidy.Mrs.Peters hated having?even the least amount of dirt,and felt ashamed whenever strange people saw her house like that.So she had to hurry..to clean everything carefully.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired,but anyhow,by the time the man arrived,everything was finished.
She opened the door,and the man was standing there with a big dog.!"Good morning,"the man said politely,"Will it disturb you if I bring my dog in,please?I′m blind,and he leads me wherever?I go.

It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired.Here"it"refers to__________

A.hating dirt
B.cleaning everything
C.waiting for the man
D.feeling ashamed of the dirty and untidy house

Mrs.Peters stopped playing the piano when she began to work.She had lived in a very small?flat,and there had been no room for a piano.But when she married,she had a new flat which was?big enough for one.So she decided to get one and her husband agreed and helped her.She saved?some money,and her parents gave her a generous amount of money for her birthday.Then she went?to a shop and said,"I′ll choose whichever piano does not cost too much and fits into my living room."
When she had paid for the piano,the shop assistant asked her if she would like him to get it?tuned(调音)evey few months.Mrs.Peters agreed.
A few months later she heard from the shop that a man was coming to tune the piano at ten that?morning.Now she had not cleaned the house yet,so it was dusty and untidy.Mrs.Peters hated having?even the least amount of dirt,and felt ashamed whenever strange people saw her house like that.So she had to hurry..to clean everything carefully.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired,but anyhow,by the time the man arrived,everything was finished.
She opened the door,and the man was standing there with a big dog.!"Good morning,"the man said politely,"Will it disturb you if I bring my dog in,please?I′m blind,and he leads me wherever?I go.

One morning,__

A.a man was coming to repair her piano
B.Mrs.Peters received a telephone call from the shop
C.the piano was sent to her house at 10 o'clock
D.Mrs.Peters was going to clean the house

I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking forgiveness?

A.She had never received the letter.
B.For years, she often talked about the letter.
C.She didn't forgive her daughter at all in all her life.
D.She read the letter again and again till she died.

I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The writer began to love her mother's desk

A.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her

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I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mothersat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I de-cided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during herfinal illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said a-gain, "it's for Elizabeth."
I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. Butas a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.
And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".
As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy fami-ly. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she didforgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disap-pointment, then little interest and, finally, peace--it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't besure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and ! could stop try-ing to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased thatwriting was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photoof my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letterasks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
The writer began to love her mother's desk__________.

A.after mother died
B.before she became a writer
C.when she was a child
D.when mother gave it to her

She felt that she had done her good deed for the day.

A:homework
B:act
C:justice
D:model

Mary had finished her homework__the time I got home.

A.until
B.at
C.by
D.when

Mrs.Peters stopped playing the piano when she began to work.She had lived in a very small?flat,and there had been no room for a piano.But when she married,she had a new flat which was?big enough for one.So she decided to get one and her husband agreed and helped her.She saved?some money,and her parents gave her a generous amount of money for her birthday.Then she went?to a shop and said,"I′ll choose whichever piano does not cost too much and fits into my living room."
When she had paid for the piano,the shop assistant asked her if she would like him to get it?tuned(调音)evey few months.Mrs.Peters agreed.
A few months later she heard from the shop that a man was coming to tune the piano at ten that?morning.Now she had not cleaned the house yet,so it was dusty and untidy.Mrs.Peters hated having?even the least amount of dirt,and felt ashamed whenever strange people saw her house like that.So she had to hurry..to clean everything carefully.It meant a lot of effort,and it made her hot and tired,but anyhow,by the time the man arrived,everything was finished.
She opened the door,and the man was standing there with a big dog.!"Good morning,"the man said politely,"Will it disturb you if I bring my dog in,please?I′m blind,and he leads me wherever?I go.

Mrs.Peters was soon able to buy a piano because__________.

A.her parents gave her all the money for it
B.she saved enough money for it
C.her husband gave her the money
D.she saved some money and her relatives gave her the rest

She felt that she had done her good deed for the day.

A:act
B:homework
C:justice
D:model