The ______costume added to the brilliance of the dance.
The ______costume added to the brilliance of the dance.
As an old Chinese saying goes, “One minute’s brilliance on the stage takes a _______ ten years’ practice beyond that.”
As an old Chinese saying goes, “One minute’s brilliance on the stage takes a _______ ten years’ practice beyond that.”
The woman had________ and had made her mark in the aviation world. A: brilliance B: .genius C: ability D: champion
The woman had________ and had made her mark in the aviation world. A: brilliance B: .genius C: ability D: champion
12. They started joking about his house at the end of the dinner, partly out of respect for his brilliance, partly out of ________ for his success.
12. They started joking about his house at the end of the dinner, partly out of respect for his brilliance, partly out of ________ for his success.
As an old Chinese saying goes, “One minute’s brilliance on the stage takes a _______ ten years’ practice beyond that.”( ). A: performance B: performing C: performed D: perform
As an old Chinese saying goes, “One minute’s brilliance on the stage takes a _______ ten years’ practice beyond that.”( ). A: performance B: performing C: performed D: perform
操作调光器开关,确保光的强度改变。 A: Operate the dimmer switch and make sure that the intensity of the light changes. B: Operate the dimmer switch and check the brightness of the light changes. C: Operate the dimmer switch and check the brilliance of the light changes.
操作调光器开关,确保光的强度改变。 A: Operate the dimmer switch and make sure that the intensity of the light changes. B: Operate the dimmer switch and check the brightness of the light changes. C: Operate the dimmer switch and check the brilliance of the light changes.
I was once in a relationship with a woman who was the most brilliant, creative and driven person I ‘d ever known. I told her these things often because she didn’t see herself this way, despite ( 1 )great success and acclaim in her professional field. She was also( 2 )and sexy, though she seemed not to realize this either, so I told her these things too. But while I thought it was more important to praise her brilliance, it seemed to mean more to her that she was( 3 )attractive.
I was once in a relationship with a woman who was the most brilliant, creative and driven person I ‘d ever known. I told her these things often because she didn’t see herself this way, despite ( 1 )great success and acclaim in her professional field. She was also( 2 )and sexy, though she seemed not to realize this either, so I told her these things too. But while I thought it was more important to praise her brilliance, it seemed to mean more to her that she was( 3 )attractive.
I was once in a relationship with a woman who was the most brilliant, creative and driven person I'd ever known. I told her these things often because she didn't see herself this way, despite 1) _____ great success and acclaim in her professional field. She was also 2)_____ and sexy, though she seemed not to realize this either, so I told her these things too. But while I thought it was more important to praise her brilliance, it seemed to mean more to her that she was 3)_____ acctractive. My experience with this girlfriend exemplifies a common phenomenon in life-when it comes to complimenting a woman, men often walk a very difficult line. Of course, 4) ______ matters. In a professional setting, talking about appearance is often inappropriate, but at a singles club, it may be important. She will be very pleased if a man thinks her clothes and 5) _____ are pretty, or her hair looks wonderful. However, things in between these two cases are unclear. Women have every right to be recognized and 6) ____ for their intelligence and creativity. But at the same time, they want to be admired for their lookds as well, for example, their perfect skin 7)_____ and elegant outfits. Unfortunately, most guys don't understand this. If we receive compliments from women, they're usually about our achievemnets, not our looks. Most of us don't expect a woman to tell us how 8) ____ or sexy we are, and some of us would find it hard to reagard such a(n) 9) ______ as sincere. I'm not saying it's very hard to be a guy these days. It is important for every man to understand how to treat women with both respect and 10)_____. But as far as the right balance of these two is concerned, we really have no frame of reference, expecially when it comes to looks.
I was once in a relationship with a woman who was the most brilliant, creative and driven person I'd ever known. I told her these things often because she didn't see herself this way, despite 1) _____ great success and acclaim in her professional field. She was also 2)_____ and sexy, though she seemed not to realize this either, so I told her these things too. But while I thought it was more important to praise her brilliance, it seemed to mean more to her that she was 3)_____ acctractive. My experience with this girlfriend exemplifies a common phenomenon in life-when it comes to complimenting a woman, men often walk a very difficult line. Of course, 4) ______ matters. In a professional setting, talking about appearance is often inappropriate, but at a singles club, it may be important. She will be very pleased if a man thinks her clothes and 5) _____ are pretty, or her hair looks wonderful. However, things in between these two cases are unclear. Women have every right to be recognized and 6) ____ for their intelligence and creativity. But at the same time, they want to be admired for their lookds as well, for example, their perfect skin 7)_____ and elegant outfits. Unfortunately, most guys don't understand this. If we receive compliments from women, they're usually about our achievemnets, not our looks. Most of us don't expect a woman to tell us how 8) ____ or sexy we are, and some of us would find it hard to reagard such a(n) 9) ______ as sincere. I'm not saying it's very hard to be a guy these days. It is important for every man to understand how to treat women with both respect and 10)_____. But as far as the right balance of these two is concerned, we really have no frame of reference, expecially when it comes to looks.
Passage 2 Early Autumn When Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking together. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didn’t speak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women. Yesterday, walking across Washington Square, she saw him for the first time in years. “Bill Walker,” she said. He stopped. At first he did not recognize her, to him she looked so old. “Mary! Where did you come from?” Unconsciously, she lifted her face as though wanting a kiss, but he held out his hand. She took it. “I live in New York now,” she said. “Oh,—Smiling politely, then a little frown came quickly between his eyes. “Always wondered what happened to you, Bill.” “I’m a lawyer. Nice firm, way downtown.” “Married yet?” “Sure. Two kids.” “Oh,” she said. A great many people went past them through the park. People they didn’t know. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunset. Cold. “And your husband?” he asked her. “We have three children. I work in the bursar’s office at Columbia.” “You are looking very…” (he wanted to say old) “…well,” he said. She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square, she found herself desperately reaching back into the past. She had been older than he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. Bill was still young. “We live on Central Park West,” she said. “Come and see us sometime.” “Sure,” he replied. “You and your husband must have dinner with my family some night. Any night. Lucille and I’d love to have you.” The leaves fell slowly from the tree in the Square. Fell without wind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick. “We’d love it,” she answered. “You ought to see my kids.” He grinned. Suddenly the lights came on up the whole length of Fifth Avenue, chains of misty brilliance in the blue air. “There’s my bus,” she said. He held out his hand. “Goodbye.” “When…”, she wanted to say, but the bus was ready to pull off. The lights on the avenue blurred, twinkled, blurred. And she was afraid to open her mouth as she entered the bus. Afraid it would be impossible to utter a word. Suddenly she shrieked very loudly, “Good-bye!” But the bus door had closed. The bus started. People came between them outside, people crossing the street, people they didn’t know. Space and people. She lost sight of Bill. Then she remembered she had forgotten to give him her address—or to ask him for his—or tell him that her youngest boy was named Bill, too. (448words) 86. Mary did not marry Bill because .
Passage 2 Early Autumn When Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking together. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didn’t speak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women. Yesterday, walking across Washington Square, she saw him for the first time in years. “Bill Walker,” she said. He stopped. At first he did not recognize her, to him she looked so old. “Mary! Where did you come from?” Unconsciously, she lifted her face as though wanting a kiss, but he held out his hand. She took it. “I live in New York now,” she said. “Oh,—Smiling politely, then a little frown came quickly between his eyes. “Always wondered what happened to you, Bill.” “I’m a lawyer. Nice firm, way downtown.” “Married yet?” “Sure. Two kids.” “Oh,” she said. A great many people went past them through the park. People they didn’t know. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunset. Cold. “And your husband?” he asked her. “We have three children. I work in the bursar’s office at Columbia.” “You are looking very…” (he wanted to say old) “…well,” he said. She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square, she found herself desperately reaching back into the past. She had been older than he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. Bill was still young. “We live on Central Park West,” she said. “Come and see us sometime.” “Sure,” he replied. “You and your husband must have dinner with my family some night. Any night. Lucille and I’d love to have you.” The leaves fell slowly from the tree in the Square. Fell without wind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick. “We’d love it,” she answered. “You ought to see my kids.” He grinned. Suddenly the lights came on up the whole length of Fifth Avenue, chains of misty brilliance in the blue air. “There’s my bus,” she said. He held out his hand. “Goodbye.” “When…”, she wanted to say, but the bus was ready to pull off. The lights on the avenue blurred, twinkled, blurred. And she was afraid to open her mouth as she entered the bus. Afraid it would be impossible to utter a word. Suddenly she shrieked very loudly, “Good-bye!” But the bus door had closed. The bus started. People came between them outside, people crossing the street, people they didn’t know. Space and people. She lost sight of Bill. Then she remembered she had forgotten to give him her address—or to ask him for his—or tell him that her youngest boy was named Bill, too. (448words) 86. Mary did not marry Bill because .