Passage 6  Questions 26 to 30 are based on the following passage.    There are guavas (番石榴）at the Shop & Save. I pick one the size of a tennis ball and finger the prickly stem end. It feels familiarly bumpy and firm. The guava is not quite ripe: the skin is still a dark green. I smell it and imagine a pale pink center, the seeds tightly embedded in the flesh. A ripe guava is yellow, although some varieties have a pink tinge. The skin is thick, firm, and sweet. Its heart is bright pink and almost solid with seeds. The most delicious part of the guava surrounds the tiny seeds. If you don't  know how to eat a guava, the seeds end up in the crevices between your teeth. Some years, when the rains have been plentiful and the nights cool, you can bite into a guava and not find many seeds. The guava bushes grow close to the ground, their branches laden with green then yellow fruit that seem to ripe overnight. These guavas are large and juicy, almost seedless, their roundness enticing you to have one more, just one more, because next year the rains may not come. As children,we didn’t always wait for the fruit to ripen. We raided the bushes as soon as the guavas were large enough to bend the branch. A green guava is sour and hard. You bite into it at its widest point, because it，s easier to grasp with your teeth. You grimace, your eyes water，and your cheeks disappear as your lips purse into a tight O. But you have another and then another, enjoying the crunchy sounds, the acid taste, the gritty texture of the unripe center. At night, your mother makes you drink castor oil, which she says tastes better than a green guava. That’s when you know for sure that you，re a child and she has stopped being one. I had my last guava the day we left Puerto Rico. It was large and juicy, almost red in the center, and so fragrant that I didn't want to eat it because I would lose the smell. All the way to the airport I scratched at it with my teeth, making little dents in the skin, chewing small pieces with my front teeth, so that I could feel the texture against my tongue, the tiny pink pellets of sweet. Today，I stand before a stack of dark green guavas，each perfectly round and hard, each $1.59. The one in my hand is tempting. It smells faintly of late summer afternoons and hopscotch under the mango tree. But this is autumn in New York, and I’m no longer a child. I push my cart away，toward the apples and pears of my adulthood, their nearly seedless ripeness predictable and bittersweet.  The day he left Puerto Rico, the author ate a guava____.

Passage 6  Questions 26 to 30 are based on the following passage.    There are guavas (番石榴）at the Shop & Save. I pick one the size of a tennis ball and finger the prickly stem end. It feels familiarly bumpy and firm. The guava is not quite ripe: the skin is still a dark green. I smell it and imagine a pale pink center, the seeds tightly embedded in the flesh. A ripe guava is yellow, although some varieties have a pink tinge. The skin is thick, firm, and sweet. Its heart is bright pink and almost solid with seeds. The most delicious part of the guava surrounds the tiny seeds. If you don't  know how to eat a guava, the seeds end up in the crevices between your teeth. Some years, when the rains have been plentiful and the nights cool, you can bite into a guava and not find many seeds. The guava bushes grow close to the ground, their branches laden with green then yellow fruit that seem to ripe overnight. These guavas are large and juicy, almost seedless, their roundness enticing you to have one more, just one more, because next year the rains may not come. As children,we didn’t always wait for the fruit to ripen. We raided the bushes as soon as the guavas were large enough to bend the branch. A green guava is sour and hard. You bite into it at its widest point, because it，s easier to grasp with your teeth. You grimace, your eyes water，and your cheeks disappear as your lips purse into a tight O. But you have another and then another, enjoying the crunchy sounds, the acid taste, the gritty texture of the unripe center. At night, your mother makes you drink castor oil, which she says tastes better than a green guava. That’s when you know for sure that you，re a child and she has stopped being one. I had my last guava the day we left Puerto Rico. It was large and juicy, almost red in the center, and so fragrant that I didn't want to eat it because I would lose the smell. All the way to the airport I scratched at it with my teeth, making little dents in the skin, chewing small pieces with my front teeth, so that I could feel the texture against my tongue, the tiny pink pellets of sweet. Today，I stand before a stack of dark green guavas，each perfectly round and hard, each $1.59. The one in my hand is tempting. It smells faintly of late summer afternoons and hopscotch under the mango tree. But this is autumn in New York, and I’m no longer a child. I push my cart away，toward the apples and pears of my adulthood, their nearly seedless ripeness predictable and bittersweet.  The author is quite familiar with guavas because he____.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(wide) The local people are asking the government to____the road.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(loud)The students began to enter the classroom and Anna was startled at their____.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(quiet) The meeting between the two leaders was____scheduled to avoid reporters.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(suit) The course is____for both beginners and advanced students.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(like) David has a strong____for those who smoke in public places.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(arrive) All foreign visitors are now able to obtain a Cambodian visa upon____at the airport.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(true) Whatever the____, it is always convenient to blame outsiders for creating trouble.

请用括号单词的恰当形式填空(differ) The exhibition is refreshingly____from most exhibitions of modem art.