朝阳区2011年二模完型、d篇翻译.pdf

完型 It was late summer August. My father and I, a 10-year-old boy, were rowing on the lak e to the other side. It was a small park named Bear Mountain. The 36 overhead provi ded some relief (缓解) from the heat. The trip was really comfortable and peaceful. Then I stopped rowing, sat back and closed my eyes 37 I heard Dad rowing quietly. Suddenly I heard a buzzing (嗡嗡声), close to my right ear. I sat there still and looked a t my father, with great hopes of his help. “Don’t move and he’ll not 38 you,” said m y father and kept rowing. I thought to myself, “What is he talking about?” Then I looked 39 me and saw it. A bee! A large terrible bee! For me, it was more than 40 , alt hough I couldn’t explain why, neither my mother nor my doctors. At that time, I must ha ve looked like a statue (雕塑). However, my father just rowed. “He’s tired. Once he’s res ted enough, he’ll keep on 41 .” Was I hearing correctly? Was my father telling me to just let the terrible bee sit on my shoulder? I 42 my head slowly toward the right and saw there he sat. As I watched h im, I became more and more interested in his bright yellow and black jacket. The fear w as little by little disappearing and I felt more 43 . But before I could do anything, he began testing his wings and then flew 44 . I was able to track (跟踪) him and saw hi m cross the water and head into the forest. I sat back and lo