问题 单项选择题 A1/A2型题

风湿性心脏病二尖瓣狭窄随右心衰竭加重,下列表现会减轻的是()

A.肝脏肿大

B.心率增快

C.心尖区舒张期隆隆样杂音

D.急性肺水肿发作

E.胃肠道淤血症状

答案

参考答案:D

解析:右心衰竭时,右心排出量明显减少,肺循环血量减少,左心房压相对下降,发生急性肺水肿的危险减少。

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[美]欧·亨利

  看守来到监狱制鞋工场,吉米·瓦伦汀正在那里勤勤恳恳地缝着鞋帮。看守把他领到前楼办公室。典狱长把当天早晨州签署的赦免状给了吉米。典狱长说:“你明天可以出去啦,以后别砸保险箱了,老老实实地过日子吧。”

  三小时后,他回到自己住处,从墙壁上的洞里取出一只蒙着灰尘的手提箱。那是一套样式俱全,用特种硬钢制造,最新式的工具,有钻头、冲孔器、摇钻、螺丝钻、钢撬、钳子和两三件吉米自己设计的工具。半个小时后,他换了一套雅致称身的衣服,手里提着那只抹拭干净的箱子。

  一星期之后,印第安纳州里士满发生了一件保险箱盗窃案。两星期后,洛根斯波特有一只新式防盗保险箱给轻而易举地打开了……本·普赖斯调查后宣布说:“那是‘花花公子’吉米·瓦伦汀的手法。”

  一天下午,吉米·瓦伦汀带着他的手提箱搭了邮车来到艾尔摩尔。

  一位年轻姑娘穿过街道,在拐角那里打他身边经过,走进一扇挂着“艾尔摩尔银行”招牌的门。吉米·瓦伦汀直勾勾地瞅着她,忘了自己是谁,仿佛成了另一个人。她垂下眼睛,脸上泛起一阵红晕。有吉米这种气宇和外表的年轻人在艾尔摩尔是不多见的。吉米用拉尔夫·迪·斯潘塞的姓名在一家旅店登了记,……一阵突如其来,脱胎换骨的爱情之火把吉米·瓦伦汀烧成了灰烬,从灰烬中重生的凤凰拉尔夫‘斯潘塞先生在艾尔摩尔安顿下来,开了一家鞋店,买卖很兴隆。

  一年后,他赢得了当地人士的尊敬,他和安娜贝尔已经决定在两星期后结婚。一天,吉米在他的房间里写了如下的一封信:

  亲爱的老朋友:下星期三晚九点钟到小石城沙利文家。两星期后,我将同世上最好的姑娘结婚。她相信我。我非见你不可。工具我送给你并随身带去。你的老朋友:吉米

  吉米发出这封信之后的星期一晚上,本·普赖斯乘了一辆租来的马车悄悄到了艾尔摩尔……第二天早饭后,家里的人浩浩荡荡地一起到商业区银行去——亚当斯先生、安娜贝尔、吉米、安娜贝尔已出嫁的姊姊和她的两个女儿,一个五岁,一个九岁。路过吉米住的旅店,吉米上楼到他的房间里去拿上了手提箱。等一会儿将由多尔夫·吉布森赶车送他去沙利文那。

  艾尔摩尔银行最近安装了一个新的保险库,亚当斯先生得意洋洋地把它的构造解释给斯潘塞先生听,斯潘塞彬彬有礼地听着,但好像不很感兴趣。这时候,本·普赖斯逛了进来。突然间,女人当中发出了一两声尖叫。在大人们没有注意的时候,九岁的梅好奇地把阿加莎关进保险库。老银行家跳上前去,呻吟着说,“定时锁没有上,暗码也没有对准。”阿加莎的母亲发疯似地用手捶打着保险库的门。有人甚至提议用枪。安娜贝尔转向吉米,她那双大眼睛里充满了焦急,但并没有绝望的神色。“你能想些办法吗,拉尔夫——试试看,好吗?”他瞅着她,嘴唇上和急切的眼睛里露出一抹古怪的柔和的笑容……

  他把手提箱打开,敏捷而井井有条地把那些闪亮古怪的工具摆出来,十分钟后(这打破了他自己的盗窃纪录)他打开钢闩,拉开了门。阿加莎几乎吓瘫了。

  吉米·瓦伦汀穿好上衣,来到柜台外面,向前门走去。半路上他模模糊糊听到一个耳熟的声音喊了一声“拉尔夫!”但他没有停下脚步。

  门口有一个高大的人几乎挡住了他的去路。“喂,本!”吉米说道,脸上还带着那种古怪的笑容,“你终于来了,是吗?好吧,我们走。我想现在也无所谓了。”本·普赖斯的举动也有些古怪。“你认错人了吧,斯潘塞先生。”他说,“别以为我认识你。你的马车在等着你呢,不是吗?”

  本·普赖斯转过身,朝街上走去……

1.根据文意,解释“古怪的柔和的笑容”所表达的含义。

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2.在小说的情节中作者为什么反复提到工具箱?有什么作用? 

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3.小说的结尾,本·普赖斯放弃逮捕吉米的原因是什么?

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4.请谈谈本篇小说的结尾有什么特点?

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单项选择题

Passage Two

Meet the Bauls
遇见鲍尔人
Most Westerners, if they know the Bauls at all, remember the non sequitur of a couple of members of this Bengali sect standing next to Bob Dylan on the cover of Dylan’s milestone album "John Wesley Harding. " The story goes that Dylan was depressed, and his foster-father/ manager, Albert Grossman, arranged for the seer-singers to visit Woodstock to cheer up our poet laureate.
Apocryphal I would agree, if my introduction to the Bauls weren’t remarkably similar.
I’d gone to India as a recent recruit of The Dharma Bums, a group that had been invited to play the World Festival of Sacred Music in May. Unaccustomed to international travel, I got to the concert site in Bangalore dazed, sick, and terrified.
I came thoroughly awake at sound check. It’s fear that does it. Peering out at 800 empty seats at the local college auditorium, fighting with squealing mikes, a smattering of hangers-on understandably unimpressed with the wretched sounds coming from our throats. When the concert began, I settled in to my seat to suffer the humiliation of watching a whole show of spiritually advanced musicians make contact with a highest being—before we came out and sucked.
Then four men dressed in flowing golden-orange gowns sauntered onstage, smiling. They sat, acknowledging applause. The oldest and straightest was blind.
The Bauls call themselves spiritual anarchists because they declare themselves to be Hindus and true Moslems—acknowledging no contradiction. Their home base is Calcutta, the Indian city famous for its "black hole ," where everything is cut to the bone, spirituality included.
Seven months a year, the Bauls wander as musician mendicants, accepting alms for song. The remainder of the year, they return to their families and resume their "day job" of walking the cars of the hell-trains of Calcutta, performing their bloodless open-heart surgery for half-rupees and blessings.
The first of the four—the wasted remains of a handsome man—stood, commencing to wail and slowly, on bell-jangling feet, to dance. At the end of a long, thin arm he thumbed a one- stringed harp’s single note, his voice so filled with moumful joy that tears instantaneously began to splash my cheek. He seemed to cry out: "All you see before you is yours Lord, do with me what you will. " A single tooth flashed against the scarlet hole of this mouth, ecstasy-laced red eyes pinched shut, then opened again to pilot bare feet to a resting place. As he sat, we rained applause.
A smaller, more powerful black swan of a man stands. His voice, unlike his comrade’s, is virile and revved up to matinee-idol pitch. The black swan plucks out a wobbling volley, then points his pick hand straight at a member of the audience. What proceeds is a wedding of power and passion as might have caused Otis Redding to reconsider his singing career. Our applause is thunderous. He makes the prayer sign at chest, and sits.
Up rises Oedipus at Colonnus, his eyes shameless wounds, never to heal; the fourth Baul, a young drummer, takes the elbow of this guru he walks beside every day, his master now singing and smiling. With each step, the blind man comments with even greater vigor at another even more extraordinary development in this, his dialogue with GoD.The guide prods him to the edge of the stage; once there, Oedipus raises both his hands and commences to crow for joy, connecting with such power as we, the audience, cry out to tell him where we are and to thank him, almost as a lover cries in gratitude. Hearing this, he redoubles his effort. At the very edge of the huge stage, the other three are bent, whipping up a small storm of accompaniment. Oedipus suddenly twists his head halfway between heaven and earth, and straight into the hot stage lights he peers as three shrill notes shoot from his small, misshapen mouth, making it all stop. He is with God already; what remains here with us is merely a witness to the beyond.
What else matters Certainly not our performance. My only ambition at present is to be nearer the Bauls.

It seems that the mention of Bob Dylan serves as an introduction______.

A.of the Bauls

B.of a musical genre

C.to the album "John Wesley Harding"

D.to western music