一、(09年高考北京市高三4月抽樣試題)
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There’s a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella.At first I couldn’t
stand it;now I'm used to it.
I don’t know his name.I know he’s average in appearance,wears a gray suit.and has a common face one hot morning,when 1 was sitting off a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park,reading the paper,suddenly I felt something touch my head.It was the very same man who now,
as I'm writing.keeps striking me with an umbrella.
On that occasion I turned around filled with anger.He just kept on hitting me.I asked him if he was crazy.He didn’t even seem to hear me.Thell I threatened to call a policeman.Calmly.cool as a cucumber,he stuck with his task.After a few moments of