2022届广东省惠州高三一模英语试卷及答案（含听力）

惠州市2022届高三第一次调研考试

参考答案

【阅读理解】

21-23. BBD  4-7. DBCC   28-31. CBAA   32-35. CADD   36-40. GFBAC

【完形填空】

41-45. BADBC   46-50. ADBDA    51-55. ACDBC

【语法填空】

56. entered      57. eventually       58. making      59. has appeared      60. What

61. and         62. beauty          63. on          64. visitors           65. their

（60题What首字母没有大写，得0分）

【书面表达】

第一节(满分15分)

你校英语社团计划在暑期开展“保护海龟义工之旅”(Sea Turtle Conservation Voluntour)，活动范围在惠东海龟国家级自然保护区及双月湾景区。假如你是英语社团负责人，请你写一篇招募启示。

1. 活动安排；

2. 报名要求及方式（满16周岁）；

3. 呼吁参加。

参考词汇：惠东海龟国家级龟自然保护区 Huidong Sea Turtle National Nature Reserve

双月湾the Double-moon Bay  注意：

1. 词数80左右；
2. 可以适当增加细节，以使行文连贯。

One possible version:

Voluntourists Wanted

Aiming to raise the awareness of sea turtle protection, English Society is planning the Turtle Consercation Voluntour.

 Participants are expected to take volunteering jobs at Huidong Turtle Conservation such as doing some cleaning, caring for the turtles and serving as a guide to tourists. Between jobs, travels around Double-moon Bay are scheduled. Students aged 16 or over can take part. Anyone interested in it can apply online at www.englishsociety.com.

 Join us to be a voluntourist this summer! It is a truly unique opportunity to learn something, help others and enjoy yourself.

English Society

第二节（满分25分）

阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。

In our kitchen, there was a wooden table and three chairs — one for Dad, one for Mom, and one for me. In the cellar (地窖), the very last jar of apple jam lay quietly on the shelf, waiting to be turned into an apple pie when Dad came back. Mom sat at one end of the table. I sat in the middle between her and Dad. I tried not to look at Dad’s empty place. Dad had gone to the city to look for work for a long time.

 Every night, I lay awake in bed and waited for the train to stop. Waited to hear the creaky (嘎吱作响的) gate Dad’s going to fix when he came home. Waited to hear the sound of his work boots dropping on the step by the kitchen door, and his voice calling, “I’m home!”

 Every night, as I lay there, I stared at the window and the curtains Mom made from empty flour sacks (麻布袋).

Every night, Mom came to kiss me good-night — after the train’s gone by. She had been listening, too. “Go to sleep. Your dad will be home soon. Maybe for Thanksgiving.”

Time dragging by, it finally came the day before Thanksgiving. I went to sleep with the sound of train wheels in my head, whispering, “Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow.”

Early the next morning, the smell of coffee woke me. I ran into the kitchen. There he was! Dad lifted me onto his shoulders and pretended to stagger from my weight. “How’s my boy? You’ve gotten so big that I can barely lift you up anymore.”

He put me down, and I stared at the two sacks on the table. One said FLOUR — I knew that word. I tried reading the other: S-U-G-A-R. Dad whistled admiringly and winked at me. Mom and I had been practicing my letters most days. I could see that Mom was pleased with me. “I’m going to bake a pie for your dad’s homecoming dinner. Jimmy, bring me that jar of apple jam from the shelf in the cellar.” Mom smiled at me. 

注意:

1. 续写词数应为150左右:

2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

Possible version 1:

（第一段突出我的急不可耐与摔坏苹果酱罐的细节描写，以及Dad下到地下室安慰我；第二段突出爸爸安慰后我的心路历程：万事应小心，切不可过于心急，以及爸妈如何巧妙处理这突发事件:Mom转而做糖饼，Dad带着我出去修理嘎吱作响的大门。）

Hearing this, I took the steps two at a time to the cellar. The next second I was in front of the shelf. I stood on tiptoe and took down the jar carefully. I could hear Dad and Mom laughing upstairs and Mom’s hands slapping the dough. Wanting to join them, I hurried up the steps, and my foot caught on the middle one. I put out my hand to steady myself, but I tumbled down. The jar slipped through my fingers and smashed on the floor. The jam we’d been saving and saving flew everywhere. Wrong-footed, I burst into tears and heard Dad’s footsteps closer and closer.  

“Never mind, boy, accidents happen,” Dad said and wiped my tears. These words seemed to have magic and gradually I settled down. Through the shirt, I could smell the dust of the train and the city as well as that of Dad’s. How I wished I hadn’t hurried. “Next time I will be more careful,” I thought to myself. Having swiftly dealt with the mess, Dad lifted me onto his shoulder and went back to Mom. “Now out of the kitchen, you two,” Mom said, “I'm going to bake my mama’s sugar pie, without apple jam!” I followed Dad out and helped him fix that old creaking gate until Ma called us in for Thanksgiving dinner.

Possible version 2:

(第一段着墨在我不小心摔破苹果酱罐的细节描写，轻描Mom下来地下室做后续清理，我回到Dad身边；第二段着墨在Dad安慰我，以及交代一下homecoming dinner的处理：an apple pie without apple jam)

Hearing this, I took the steps two at a time to the cellar. “No problem.” I jumped at the request and rushed downstairs. The jar just stood quietly on the shelf, but it seemed a bit high. I climbed up the chair nearby and extended my arms as long as possible. When I just grasped the jar, I lost my balance and fell down. I couldn’t help crying. What made me sad was not the pain but the jam — now scattered everywhere. There came Dad’s footsteps and Mom’s voice, “Are you hurt?” I shook my head slightly. She helped me up and asked me to go upstairs. With heavy footsteps, I moved slowly and tears welled up in my eyes.

“Never mind, boy, accidents happen,” Dad said and wiped my tears. “But I ruined your homecoming dinner.” Sorrow overwhelmed me and I kept sobbing. “No, my son,” Dad smiled gently, “My homecoming dinner is not about pies, but about you and Mom.” Hearing this, I stopped sobbing, “But what can we eat tonight?” “How about an apple pie without apple jam?” Mom came upstairs and cut in. Dad and I exchanged a glance and nodded. After a while, I found myself sitting in the chair, but this time, I sat in the middle between Dad and Mom.

(We can go without apple jam. Why not make a pie with apple jam?)

(…but this time, I sat with Dad on the left and Mom on the right.)

Possible version 3:

(第一段的我成功取来苹果酱罐，却不小心把糖全撒地上了；第二段Dad安慰自责的我，并向Mom提议做一个无糖apple pie。虽然无糖，但比之前的苹果派都甜！)

Hearing this, I took the steps two at a time to the cellar. “Yes! Madam.” I saluted, acting as if I were a solider. I ran downstairs as fast as my legs could carry me. After a while, I jumped upstairs with the jar in both hands, humming a joyful tune. But after I handed the jar to Mom, things went crazy. Mom was busy slapping the dough and asked me to pass her the sugar. Instead of scooping a bowl of it, I held the sack up. Just at that very moment, the sugar sack slipped away and all the sugar ended up on the mud floor. Realizing I spoiled Dad’s homecoming dinner, I burst into tears.  

“Never mind, boy, accidents happen,” Dad said and wiped my tears. “I meant to help,” I whimpered, “but... I should have scooped some of it...” Dad squatted down and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Next time it will just be fine.” I looked into Dad’s eyes and nodded. Dad lifted me onto his shoulder and turned to Mom, “Dear, can we make a sugar-free apple pie?” Mom, who had been watching us lovingly, replied “Of course!” and began to work on it. On that Thanksgiving evening, beside the wooden table sat three of us, I myself between Mom and Dad. Though sugar-free, the apple pie tasted sweeter than ever before.