We planned(have) some tea, and we decided(stay) for two hours.

—那个苹果是什么颜色的？

—是红色的。

— is that apple？

—It's .

听对话，回答问题。

书面表达    假设你是悉尼大学一名华裔学生，名叫Jason Wu。你从China Daily上看到该报正在开展主题为Change for a Better China的环保讨论活动。你打算结合自己所居住的小镇的变化，给报社写一封英文信参与讨论。内容提示见下表：

注意事项：

1．英文信须包括表格中所有提示内容，要求语句通顺、意思连贯；

2．表格中“感想建议”一栏须用2-3句话展开合理想象，作适当发挥；

3．词数在90个左右，信的首尾己在答题卡上给出，不计入总词数；

4．信件内容必须写在答题卡指定的位置上。

小镇概况	Hartwell, 人口约5，0000， “澳洲最美小镇”之一
过去状况	当地人冬天燃木取暖，引起空气污染、树木被伐
应对措施	理发阻止此类活动，鼓励使用清洁能源
感想建议	……

参考词汇：

澳洲最美小镇(Australia's Nicest Towns)    清洁能源(clean energy)

What a (干净的) classroom it is!

New Year's Day is           lst January.

, the policeman caught the thief in a small house. (final)

Don't miss the markets in Cairo, Egypt's capital city. You _______ buy almost anything there.

I can't hear you.Could you speak         ?

听下面一段对话或，录音播放两遍。请根据所听内容回答问题。

阅读理解

Dear,

    Hello, my name is Jeff. I am 10 years old. I live in Nairobi, Kenya. I have my sisters and my brother. My mother's name is Anna and my father's name is Anthony.

    My brother is big. He is 14 years old. And my sisters are 7. They are twins.

    I like to play football and computer games with my brother. My sisters like to play tennis and badminton. They also like to play computer games. We go to school from Mondays to Fridays and stay home on weekends.

    I go to Davidson Elementary School with my sisters and my brother goes to Kenyatta School.

    I have many lessons at school- mathematics, English, French, history, geography, sports, music, computer and art.

    In mathematic we have many questions and exercises. In English and French we read and write sentences. In history and geography we draw maps and fill in information about villages. The teacher says the names of villages and we circle the villages on the map. On the bottom of the map we write our names and on the top of the map we write the names of the map. In sports we play football, rugby or tennis. In music lessons we listen to music and sing songs. In computer class we use Internet. In art we draw. Our art teacher draws well. We show the homework to her to check. My favorite subject is geography.

    Can you tell me about your school? Look forward to your reply!

Yours,

Jeff

Xu Fei likes the [D'strerɪliən] singer Dan Dervish.

I can h (帮助) Helen and Sally.

The government will take action to ____ the problem of heavy extracurricular burdens on primary and middle school students.

    When I was a kid in Minnesota, watermelon was expensive. One of my father's friends, Bernie, was a rich businessman, who owned a large store in St. Paul.
    Every summer, when the first watermelons arrived, Bernie would call. Dad and I would go to Bernie's place. We'd sit on the edge of the dock（码头）, feet dangling（摇晃）, and got ready for a big meal.
    Bernie would take his knife, cut our first watermelon, hand us both a big piece and sit down next to us. Then we'd bury our faces in watermelon, eating only the heart—the reddest, juiciest, firmest, sweetest, most seed-free part—and throw away the rest.
    Bernie was my father's idea of a rich man. I always thought it was because he was such a successful businessman. Years later, I realized that it was not Bernie's wealth itself but his way of dealing with it that my father liked. Bernie knew how to stop working, get together with friends and eat only the heart of the watermelon.
    What I learned from Bernie is that being rich is a state of mind. Some of us, no matter how much money we have, will never be free enough to eat only the heart of the watermelon. If you don't take the time to dangle your feet over the dock and enjoy life's small pleasure, your work is probably hurting your life.
    For many years, I forgot that lesson I'd learned as a kid on the loading dock. I was too busy making all the money I could.
    Well, I've relearned it. I hope I have time left to enjoy the success of others and to take pleasure in the day. That's the heart of the watermelon. I have learned again to throw the rest away.

完形填空

    It's not easy to be an astronaut's son. Everybody expects you to be perfect, but I'm just a fourteen-year-old boy, and I'm not a special1, too, when it comes to maths, geography, music and baseball. Well, to be honest, I often dream about being some kind of2or doing something special一like saving a child from a burning building. I was daydreaming at school one morning when my teacher said there would be a Father's Day writing competition for the whole school.

    "I3we have a winner right here in my class."

    After school I walked home，thinking about the essay I would write. My father is an astronaut. No, I wouldn't start like that. The whole country and maybe' even the whole world saw my father as an astronaut, but that wasn't4I saw him.

    How did I see my father?

    I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I had a terrible dream. I5how he hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was 6by a car. Yes, to me, he wasn't just a world- famous astronaut, He was my dad.

    My parents and I went to school on Thursday night. There were so many people in the big hall! The third prize was announced and it was not me. I was relieved and disappointed. The second prize was announced. It was me7.

    I went up to the stage and read what I had written, A" My father's son". When I finished, the people8and cheered. I saw my father blowing his nose. Dad cleared his throat and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son, this is the9I moment of my life."

    It was the proudest moment of my life, too. Maybe I'll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize, but it was10just to be my father's son.