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Fifteen years ago, I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera,a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view.Like me,this woman was here to stop, sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take, I grew(24).Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure.I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to (27) with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28).And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that womanwho“(31)“ it,now hangs on a wall in my bedroom.What would she think if she knew that her(32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33), is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house.Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment, an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago,I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的) view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind, and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was,after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take, I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture ofthe landscape? Sure,I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so.She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27)with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28) - And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makesthe image interesting. The landscape, beautiful on its own. somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who “ (31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33), is a very privatespace, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)In some ways,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure, for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder, a captured moment, an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago.I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的) view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera,a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view.Like me,this woman was here to stop.sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was.after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take,I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure,I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27)with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was stil11 there. I decided to take the photo (28).And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“(31)“ it,now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33),is a very privatespace, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure, for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago. I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea,I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view.Like me,this woman was here to stop.sigh and(23) the view.Patient as I was,after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take. I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure.I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27) with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28). And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who “ (31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom, (33) , is a very privatespace, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure, for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment, an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago. I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的) view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind, and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop, sigh and(23)the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take.I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure, I could have asked her. but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27)with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28). And now when I look at it,I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to(29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“(31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33),is a very privatespace, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty, that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder, a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago,I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea,I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately,just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind, and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take,I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture ofthe landscape? Sure,I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to (27) with that.Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28). And now when I look at it,I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape, beautiful on its own. somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“ (31) “ it,now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom, (33) , is a very privatespace, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house.Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago, I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的) view of the blue sea. I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of mny view.Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and(23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take.I grew(24).Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure,I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27)with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28) . And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own. somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who “ (31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom, (33) , is a very privatespace, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty, that we all share a common for pleasure, for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment, an unspoken(35) between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago,I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop. sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take. I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure,I could have asked her. but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to (27) with that.Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo(28).And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“(31)“ it,now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom, (33), is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder, a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago,I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately,just as I took out my camera,a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take,I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure.I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to (27) with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28). And now when I look at it,I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape, beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo, with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who “ (31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her(32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33), is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure, for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder, a captured moment, an unspoken(35) between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago. I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea,I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama.Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view.Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and (23)the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take. I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure, I could have asked her. but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to (27) with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28).And now when I look at it,I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“ (31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33), is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty, that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago.I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的) view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama.Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take,I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure,I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27)with that.Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there.I decided to take the photo(28).And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own. somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who “ (31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom.What would she think if she knew that her(32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom, (33),is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house.Perhaps this is what photos are for: to(34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure, for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago,I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes, my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take. I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure,I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to (27) with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28) . And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting.The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“ (31) “ it, nowhangs on a wall in my bedroom.What would she think if she knew that her(32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33), is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house.Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment, an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago.I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的) view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind, and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me,this woman was here to stop, sigh and(23)the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take.I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure, I could have asked her. but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27)with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28). And now when I look at it,I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“ (31) “ it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33),is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure, for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder, a captured moment, an unspoken(35) between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago. I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea,I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately,just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view.Like me,this woman was here to stop.sigh and (23) the view.Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take.I grew(24).Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure,I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to (27) with that.Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo(28).And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape,beautiful on its own, somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo, with the unique beauty that (30) before me and that woman who“(31) “ it,now hangs on a wall in my bedroom.What would she think if she knew that her(32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33), is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways ,she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to(34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder, a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women,separated only by a thin square of glass.
Fifteen years ago.I took a summer vacation in southern Italy.After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的)view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my(21)and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama. Unfortunately,just as I took out my camera, a woman (22) from behind. and planted herself right in front of my view.Like me,this woman was here to stop,sigh and(23) the view.Patient as I was,after about 15 minutes,my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take, I grew(24). Was it too much to ask her(25)so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure, I could have asked her, but(26)prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to(27)with that. Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo (28). And now when I look at it,I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape, beautiful on its own. somehow comes to (29) and breathes because this woman is engaging with it. This photo,with the unique beauty that(30) before me and that woman who“(31)“it,now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her (32) is captured and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom,(33), is a very private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(永存)。In some ways , she lives in my house. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to (34) us that we all appreciate beauty,that we all share a common for pleasure,for connection,for something that is greater than us. That photo is a reminder,a captured moment,an unspoken(35) between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.