| 请根据下面的短文回答以下各题： In Britain there once lived a king and he was very fond of jokes (喜欢开玩笑) ." I will give a bag full of gold (金子) to the person who can tell me the best story." he said, "There is one rule (规则) , it must be a story which I can not believe. If I can believe it, then I won’t give away the bag of gold." People came to the king from all parts of the country. They brought strange and wonderful stories. The king sat in his palace and listened to all the stories. He enjoyed them very much, but to each person he said, "I can believe that story. It could happen and it may be true. So I won’t give you the bag of gold." At last a poor old man came to the palace. He was carrying a big jar (坛子) . The old man went into the king’s room and said, "Oh, King, your good father was once a poor man and my father was rich. They were very good friend [单项选择]请根据下面的短文回答以下各题：
In Britain there once lived a king and he was very fond of jokes (喜欢开玩笑) ." I will give a bag full of gold (金子) to the person who can tell me the best story." he said, "There is one rule (规则) , it must be a story which I can not believe. If I can believe it, then I won’t give away the bag of gold." People came to the king from all parts of the country. They brought strange and wonderful stories. The king sat in his palace and listened to all the stories. He enjoyed them very much, but to each person he said, "I can believe that story. It could happen and it may be true. So I won’t give you the bag of gold." At last a poor old man came to the palace. He was carrying a big jar (坛子) . The old man went into the king’s room and said, "Oh, King, your good father was once a poor man and my father was rich. They were very good friends. My father gave your father a large jar, like this one, and it was full of gold. Your father promised (答应) to give back the A. a strange story B. a story that he couldn’t believe C. the best story [单项选择]请根据下面短文回答以下各题：
I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness. Mother kept different things for my sister and brother. "But the desk," she said again, "is for Elizabeth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in act ion. 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 and 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 chose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. Non A. after mother died B. before she became a writer C. when she was a child 我来回答: 提交
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