The baby laughed as if he ______ （understand)what the mother said.

A.as if

B.even if

C.although

D.as

f music in Austria. His mother was warm-hearted. There were two children, Marianne, a schoolgirl, and little Wolfgang, a child not quite four years old. Marianne was learning to play the piano, and day after day Leopold stood behind her as she practiced. How patient their father was, and how cleverly he showed Marianne how to play some particularly difficult pieces! She was making progress, very good progress, and that was excellent. And there, almost lost in the big chair, sat Wolfgang, who never had to be told to keep quiet when looking over Marianne's shoulder. At that moment Wolfgang climbed on his father's knees and begged to be allowed to play the pretty piece Marianne had now mastered. What a joke that was! Picking up his baby son, Leopold laughed and said, "Look at your hands. You must wait, little man!"

There was no end to the fun during tea, and Marianne had to tell her mother about Wolfgang wanting to play a difficult piece. When the meal was finished, Marianne helped to clear away the dishes. Suddenly Leopold got up. "Listen!" said he in a surprised voice. "Listen! Marianne is playing the piece better than ever!"

But Marianne was washing dishes in the kitchen.

His wife following, Leopold walked quietly upstairs, the lamp in one hand, his music book in the other. He pushed open the door, and there was little Wolfgang playing in the darkness. "I love it" whispered the child.

It was the beginning of Mozart's life of music.

Wolfgang was quiet when his sister practiced the piano because______.

A．he loved music

B．he liked his sister

C．he didn't want to make a noise

D．he didn't feel well

ter in Austria. Mother was warm-hearted. There were two children, Marianne, a schoolgirl, and little Wolfgang, a child not quite four years old. Marianne was learning to play the piano, and day after day Leopold stood behind her as she practised. How patient her father was, and how cleverly he showed Maricanne how to play some particularly difficult pieces! She was making progress, very good progress, and that was excellent. And there, almost lost in the big chair, sat Wolfgang, who never had to be told to keep quiet when Marianne's shoulder, saying she had done well. At that moment Wolfgang climbed on his father's knee and begged to be allowed to play the pretty piece Marianne had now mastered. What a joke that was! Picking up his baby son, Leopold laughed and said," Look at your hands. You must wait, little man !"

There was no end of fun during tea, and Marianne had to tell her mother about Wolfgang wanting to play a difficult piece. When the meal was finished, Marianne helped to clear away the dishes. Suddenly Leopold got up. "Listen!" said he in a surprised voice. "Listen!" "Marianne is playing the piece better than ever!"

But Marianne was washing dishes in the kitchen.

His wife following, Leopold walked quietly upstairs, the lamp in one hand, his music book in the other. He pushed open the door, and there was little Wolfgang playing in the darkness. "I love it." whispered the child.

It was the beginning of Mozart's life of music.

Wolfgang was quiet when his sister practised the piano because ______.

A．he loved music

B．he liked his sister

C．he didn't want to make a noise

D．he didn't feel well

ter in Austria. Mother was warm-hearted. There were two children, Marianne, a schoolgirl, and little Wolfgang, a child not quite four years old. Marianne was learning to play the piano, and day after day Leopold stood behind her as she practised. How patient her father was, and how cleverly he showed Maricanne how to play some particularly difficult pieces! She was making progress, very good progress, and that was excellent. And there, almost lost in the big chair, sat Wolfgang, who never had to be told to keep quiet when Marianne’s shoulder, saying she had done well. At that moment Wolfgang climbed on his father’s knee and begged to be allowed to play the pretty piece Marianne had now mastered. What a joke that was! Picking up his baby son, Leopold laughed and said, "Look at your hands. You must wait, little man!"

There was no end of fun during tea, and Marianne had to tell her mother about Wolfgang wanting to play a difficult piece. When the meal was finished, Marianne helped to clear away the dishes. Suddenly Leopold got up. "Listen!" said he in a surprised voice. "Listen!" "Marianne is playing the piece better than ever!"

But Marianne was washing dishes in the kitchen.

His wife following, Leopold walked quietly upstairs, the lamp in one hand, his music book in the other. He pushed open the door, and there was little Wolfgang playing in the darkness. "I love it." whispered the child.

It was the beginning of Mozart’s life of music.

Wolfgang was quiet when his sister practised the piano because ______.

A．he loved music

B．he liked his sister

C．he didn't want to make a noise

D．he didn't feel well

Passage One

It was a very happy family. They were fairly well-off. The father, Leopold, was a master of music in Austria. His mother was warm-hearted. There were two children, Marianne, a schoolgirl, and little Wolfgang, a child not quite four years old. Marianne was learning to play the piano, and day after day Leopold stood behind her as she practiced. How patient their father was, and how cleverly he showed Marianne how to play some particularly difficult pieces! She was making progress, very good progress, and that was excellent. And there, almost lost in the big chair, sat Wolfgang, who never had to be told to keep quiet when looking over Marianne's shoulder. At that moment Wolfgang climbed on his father's knees and begged to be allowed to play the pretty piece Marianne had now mastered. What a joke that was! Picking up his baby son, Leopold laughed and said, "Look at your hands. You must wait, little man!"

There was no end to the fun during tea, and Marianne had to tell her mother about Wolfgang wanting to play a difficult piece. When the meal was finished, Marianne helped to clear away the dishes. Suddenly Leopold got up. "Listen!" said he in a surprised voice. "Listen! Marianne is playing the piece better than ever!"

But Marianne was washing dishes in the kitchen.

His wife following, Leopold walked quietly upstairs, the lamp in one hand, his music book in the other. He pushed open the door, and there was little Wolfgang playing in the darkness. "I love it" whispered the child.

It was the beginning of Mozart's life of music.

36. Wolfgang was quiet when his sister practiced the piano because______.

A. he loved music

B. he liked his sister

C. he didn't want to make a noise

D. he didn't feel well

Section B

Directions: There are 2 passages in this section. Each passage is followed by some questions or unfinished statements. For each of them there are four choices marked A, B, C and D. You should decide on the best choice.

Growing up, I earned my best marks for playing well with others. For my husband, I lived in three different countries in five years, and while abroad, 1 easily sparked friendships by starting book clubs and hosting girls' nights. When it came to making friends, I had never failed until the birth of my first child.

My husband and I relocated from Moscow to Alexandria in 2006. I gave birth to our daughter, Eloise, that December. Soon after her arrival, I sought friendships in places where I thought I could meet cool new moms. In mommy-and-me yoga class, Eloise and I lunched with the yoga ladies and their babies with regularity, and true to form, I hosted my first yoga-moms playgroup. Months passed, and Eloise and I became a fixture on the playgroup circuit. The moms and I talked and shared nursing nightmares and milestone moments. One year after moving to Alexandria, I measured my social success by the large number of guests at our backyard picnic. But as I walked the crowd, I realized that my eyes had glazed over and my mind had wandered away from many of the conversations. My new so-called friends surrounded me, but with little to say to these ladies outside of playgroup. I realized I had only created the appearance of friendships.

As a new mom in my carly 30s, I longed for the friendship bonds I had enjoyed in my 20s. Times of change and stress had always sent mc running into the arms of family and my best girlfriends from high school and college, a small group of women I have laughed and cried with for more than 15 years. According to research and my own experiences, women seek comfort in other females during times of stress. Like many new moms, work and family demands had separated me from my closest girlfriends. I thought that having a baby would increase my circle of close friends, but despite a supportive husband, hundreds of Facebook friends and a full mommy-and-me schedule, I felt like a high schooler alone at the lunch table. I struggled for months to turn my new acquaintances into real friends. And add to my baby-talk tiredness a weird episode, in which one playgroup mom breast-fed another's baby, and an uncomfortable request from another, who asked me to hide financial and immigration papers from her cheating husband, and I started to rethink these friendship.

Eventually, I divorced the yoga-moms playgroup because I realized that it takes more than a baby in common to develop a true friendship. I decided to spend quality time with Eloise and people we really enjoyed like my neighbor who is 20 years older than I and has kids in college--rather than force false relationships to fill up my mommy-and-me schedule.

The author's most outstanding quality is ______.

A．traveling different countries

B．starting book clubs

C．hosting girls' nights

D．making friends

A.laughed by

B.laughed at

C.laughed at by

D.laughing at

A.laugh

B.tolaugh

C.laughing

D.Laughed