hot snake/ hot我查字典没有 带电的意思啊?

have.天太热了,咱们喝杯吧

C

C.on
在具体的某一天用on,固定用法.题目中指在一个非常炎热的夏天.
如：on a cold day/on Monday等

hot cake是个俚语,意思是“抢手货”.很多俚语是不能通过字面意思理解的,比如pull one's leg,不是“拖某人的后腿”,而是“开某人的玩笑”

B

正确：B

不对应该是It's going to be hot

小题1:D
小题1:C
小题1:D
小题1:B
小题1:C
小题1:B
小题1:C
小题1:C
小题1:D
小题1:C

这篇文章的大概意思是：在一个晴朗炎热的夏天，我和朋友一天的经历。
小题1:D have fun doing sth. 享受游泳的乐趣，文章中是at sea 在海里只能是游泳。
小题1:C 下句说博物馆里有许多人，所以在下午他们参观了博物馆。
小题1:D there be 结构，表示某地有某人某物，因为是过去时，人称是复数，所以be动词用were.
小题1:B 因为人拥挤，所以没感觉有趣。Enjoy的否定形式，用didn’t.
小题1:C on one’s way home 在某人回家的路上，固定词组。
小题1:B find sb. doing sth.看见某人正在做某事
小题1:C be lost 迷路，因为小女孩是第三人称单数，用is的过去式was.
小题1:C find 的过去式是found，女孩迷路了，帮她找到她的妈妈。
小题1:D 我没有钱坐出租车，I didn’t have any money for a taxi.
小题1:C tired 累的 。因为走回家的，所以真的很累。

是这里热还是只有你（觉得热）?

多喝热水
more 是much的比较级

C

if意为：如果。整句理如果你感冒了，得多喝点热水。谢谢，我会的。所以选C。

我很期待和你一起去一起放肆的狂欢

The tea is _________ hot _________ drink.A. to; to B. to; too C. too; to正确答案:c　
因为 有词组
too to..
表示太..
　The hat is ___________ small for me.A. toB. tooC. two正确答案 B
这个too也是表示太,意思是太小了
West points ______________.A. rightB. downC. left正确答案C
选C是因为AB句子翻译不对
不连贯,选C句意通顺
The camera was okay, but __________ my nose.
A. no B. don't C. not正确答案 c
B是错的
因为don;t需要主词
A是错的
no+名词
no不和my连用

1. cold 2. warm3. dry4. take off 5. sit down 6. close 7. loudly8. come9. bottom 10. turn off

is there many people in the swimming pool? yes, it's sunday today,so the swimming pool must be very crowded. So let us go there at a early time. ok.

那非常热

Today it's very hot.Would you like a cup of iced (tea)?

C
D
B
C
D

小题1:C
小题2:A
小题3:D
小题4:B

1.hot
2.A not ...at all根本不
3.B
4.C
5.D
6.B
7.D

今天对我说太热了来睡觉

天很热.它很辣.、烫等的意思都有

A.

这样理解就好了feel （that）my face grow hot

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
全文如下：
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
by William Shakespeare
1 When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unskilful in the world's false forgeries. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although I know my years be past the best, I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue, Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest. But wherefore says my love that she is young? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love's best habit's in a soothing tongue, And age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me, Since that our faults in love thus smothered be. 2 Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, That like two spirits do suggest me still; My better angle is a man right fair, My worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her fair pride. And whether that my angle be turned fiend, Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; For being both to me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. 3 Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, 'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument, Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gained cures all disgrace in me. My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; Then, thou fair sun, that on this earth doth shine, Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is: If broken, then it is no fault of mine. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise To break an oath, to win a paradise? 4 Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook With young Adonis, lovely, fresh and green, Did court the lad with many a lovely look, Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen. She told him stories to delight his car; She showed him favours to allure his eye; To win his heart, she touched him here and there; Touches so soft still conquer chastity. But whether unripe years did want conceit, Or he refused to take her figured proffer, The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, But smile and jest at every gentle offer: Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward: He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward. 5 If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? O never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed: Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove; Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bowed. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend. If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend: All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire. Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, O do not love that wrong, To sing heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue. 6 Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade, When Cytherea, all in love forlorn, A longing tarriance for Adonis made Under an osier growing by a brook, A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen. Hot was the day; she hotter that did look For his approach, that often there had been. Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by, And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim: The sun looked on the world with glorious eye, Yet not so wistly as this queen on him. He, spying her, bounced in whereas he stood; 'O Jove,' quoth she, 'why was not I a flood!' 7 Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle; Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty; Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle; Softer than wax, and yet as iron rusty; A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her; None fairer, nor none falser to deface her. Her lips to mine how often hath she joined, Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing! How many tales to please me hath she coined, Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing! Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings. She burned with love, as straw with fire flameth; She burned out love, as soon as straw out-burneth; She framed the love, and yet she foiled the framing; She bade love last, and yet she fell a-turning. Was this a lover, or a lecher whether? Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. 8 If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As passing all conceit needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes; And I in deep delight am chiefly drowned When as himself to singing he betakes. One god is god of both, as poets feign; One knight loves both, and both in thee remain. 9 Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love, Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove, For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild, Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill, Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds; She, silly queen, with more than love's good will, Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds. 'Once', quoth she, 'did I see a fair sweet youth Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar, Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth! See, in my thigh,' quoth she, 'here was the sore.' She showed hers; he saw more wounds than one, And blushing fled, and left her all alone. 10 Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely plucked, soon vaded, Plucked in the bud and vaded in the spring! Bright orient pearl, alack, too timely shaded! Fair creature, killed too soon by death's sharp sting! Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, And falls through wind before the fall should be. I weep for thee and yet no cause I have; For why thou left'st me nothing in thy will. And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave, For why I craved nothing of thee still: O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee, Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me. 11 Venus with young Adonis sitting by her Under a myrtle shade began to woo him; She told the youngling how god Mars did try her, And as he fell to her, so fell she to him. 'Even thus', quoth she,.the warlike god embraced me', And then she clipped Adonis in her arms; 'Even thus', quoth she, 'the warlike god unlaced me', As if the boy should use like loving charms; 'Even thus', quoth she, 'he seized on my lips', And with her lips on his did act the seizure; And as she fetched breath, away he skips, And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure. Ah, that I had my lady at this bay, To kiss and clip me till I run away! 12 Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young! Age, I do defy thee. O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay too long. 13 Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly, A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud, A brittle glass that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As flowers dead lie witherid on the ground, As broken glass no cement can redress: So beauty blemished once, for ever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost. 14 Good night, good rest: ah, neither be my share; She bade good night that kept my rest away; And daffed me to a cabin hanged with care, To descant on the doubts of my decay. 'Farewell,' quoth she, 'and come again to-morrow'; Fare well I could not, for I supped with sorrow. Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, In scorn or friendship nill I conster whether; 'T may be, she joyed to jest at my exile, 'T may be, again to make me wander thither: 'Wander', a word for shadows like myself, As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf. Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest, Not daring trust the office of mine eyes. While Philomela sings, I sit and mark, And wish her lays were tuned like the lark. For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, And drives away dark dreaming night: The night so packed, I post unto my pretty; Heart hath his hope and eyes their wished sight; Sorrow changed to solace and solace mixed with sorrow; For why, she sighed, and bade me come to-morrow. Were I with her, the night would post too soon, But now are minutes added to the hours; To spite me now, each minute seems a moon; Yet not for me, shine sun to succour flowers! Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borrow; Short night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow. 15 It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, That liked of her master as well as well might be, Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that eye could see, Her fancy fell a-turning. Long was the combat doubtful that love with love did fight, To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight; To put in practice either, alas, it was a spite Unto the silly damsel! But one must be refused; more mickle was the pain That nothing could be used to turn them both to gain, For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain: Alas, she could not help it! Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away: Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay; For now my song is ended. 16 On a day, alack the day! Love, whose month was ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air. Through the velvet leaves the wind All unseen 'gan passage find, That the lover, sick to death, Wished himself the heaven's breath, 'Air', quoth he, 'thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alas! my hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; Vow, alack! for youth unmeet, Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet. Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.' 17 My flocks feed not, my ewes breed not, My rams speed not, all is amiss; Love is dying, faith's defying, Heart's denying, causer of this. All my merry jigs are quite forgot, All my lady's love is lost, God wot; Where her faith was firmly fixed in love, There a nay is placed without remove. One silly cross wrought all my loss; O frowning Fortune, cursed fickle dame! For now I see inconstancy More in women than in men remain. In black mourn I, all fears scorn I, Love hath forlorn me, living in thrall: Heart is bleeding, all help needing, O cruel speeding, fraughted with gall. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal; My wether's bell rings doleful knell; My curtal dog that wont to have played, Plays not at all, but seems afraid; My sighs so deep procures to weep, In howling wise, to see my doleful plight. How sighs resound through heartless ground, Like a thousand vanquished men in bloody fight! Clear wells spring not, sweet birds sing not, Green plants bring not forth their dye; Herds stand weeping, flocks all sleeping, Nymphs back peeping fearfully. All our pleasure known to us poor swains, All our merry meetings on the plains, All our evening sport from us is fled, All our love is lost, for Love is dead. Farewell, sweet lass, thy like ne'er was For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan: Poor Corydon must live alone; Other help for him I see that there is none. 18 When as thine eye hath chose the dame, And stalled the deer that thou shouldst strike, Let reason rule things worthy blame, As well as fancy, partial might; Take counsel of some wiser head, Neither too young nor yet unwed. And when thou com'st thy tale to tell, Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk, Lest she some subtle practice smell- A cripple soon can find a halt- But plainly say thou lov'st her well, And set thy person forth to sell. And to her will frame all thy ways; Spare not to spend, and chiefly there Where thy desert may merit praise, By ringing in thy lady's ear: The strongest castle, tower and town, The golden bullet beats it down. Serve always with assured trust, And in thy suit be humble true; Unless thy lady prove unjust, Press never thou to choose anew: When time shall serve, be thou not slack To proffer, though she put thee back. What though her frowning brows be bent, Her cloudy looks will calm ere night, And then too late she will repent That thus dissembled her delight; And twice desire, ere it be day, That which with scorn she put away. What though she strive to try her strength, And ban and brawl, and say thee nay, Her feeble force will yield at length, When craft hath taught her thus to say: 'Had women been so strong as men, In faith, you had not had it then,' The wiles and guiles that women work, Dissembled with an outward show, The tricks and toys that in them lurk, The cock that treads them shall not know. Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for nought? Think women still to strive with men, To sin and never for to saint: There is no heaven, by holy then, When time with age shall them attaint. Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed. But, soft, enough, too much I fear, Lest that my mistress hear my song; She will not stick to round me on th' ear, To teach my tongue to be so long, Yet will she blush, here be it said, To hear her secrets so bewrayed. 19 Live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, by whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee a bed of roses, With a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Then live with me and be my love. LOVE'S ANSWER If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. 20 As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap and birds did sing, Trees did grow and plants did spring; Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity: 'Fie, fie, fie', now would she cry; 'Tereu, Tereu!' by and by; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain! None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees they cannot hear thee; Ruthless beasts they will not cheer thee: King Pandion he is dead; All thy friends are lapped in lead; All thy fellow birds do sing, Careless of thy sorrowing. Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled, Thou and I were both beguiled. Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king'; If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice; If to women he be bent, They have at commandment. But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown; They that fawned on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flatt'ring foe. -THE END-

temperature

答案C
句型 so … that“太……以至于……”

Do
do

学习是一件愉快的事! (*^__^*)
请及时采纳,多谢!

没上下文的话,都可以
请及时采纳,不懂继续问( 天天在线 ）

今天真热.

A.take off 脱下你的外套

C

天气很热，应该是建议打开窗户，意思符合的为你介意打开窗户吗？故本题选C。

A

C

1.like - likes
2.a lots - a lot
3.at - fo

D

此题重点考查would you mind doing sth这一句型结构和其简略回答。

colder
older/elder
shorter
longer
newer
nicer
wider
bigger
hotter
redder
busier
earlier
noisier
fatter
safer
heavie

B

一选择题.
1.C
2.B
3.A
4.A
5.C
二.根据情景,完成下列各题．
1.C
2.A
3.D

light-heavy
new-old
young-old
big-small
dear-cheap
tall-short
cool-warm
hot-cold
good-bad
long-short
wrong-right
black-white

D

1.cruel
2.noisy
3.short
4.close
5.west
6.wrong/left
7.far
8.warm
9.cold
10.cool
11.hot
12.light
13.same
14.longer/talle

天气很热,应该是要喝soda即汽水之类的.
food 食物
meat 肉
milk 牛奶 ,虽然是饮料,但是不适合天气热的时候喝.

another
one 指代同类事物中的一个,但并不是上文中出现的那一个,即同类不同一.it就是指代上文中出现的那一个,another是另外的一个.这句话的意思是：多么热的天呀!你喝饮料了吗?是的,干完活我要再喝一个.

Mary现在看起来又燥热又脱水,如果你发烧了也会是这个样子的.
希望能帮到你了.

B

这个也许冷或热,当你脏了的时候站在下面.
wate

warm

B