【正文】 heart disease, diabetes and obesity. The consequences of our transformed attention exchanges will be psychological and social, and so may take longer to identify, but they will be equally damaging. Facetoface attention is being rarer, and therefore more valuable. In a sense it is priceless. And it is a gift that can be given allyearround. 68. In the first two paragraphs the author __________. A. offers advice to attention givers B. analyses the present problems C. states the necessity of presents D. puts forward his point of view 69. What can we infer from Paragraphs 67? A. More people will risk attentionstarvation in future. B. The nature of attention exchange is rarely changed. C. Technological advancement contributes to all diseases. D. Transformed attention exchanges do harm to society. 70. The writer’s purpose for writing the passage is to __________. A. advocate more focus on real life attention B. analyze the necessity of attention giving C. give practical tips on attention exchange D. remend some social working sites 第Ⅱ卷 (兩部分 共 35分 ) 第四部分 任務(wù)型閱讀 (共 10小題；每小題 1分，滿分 10分 ) 請(qǐng)認(rèn)真閱讀下列短文，并根據(jù)所讀內(nèi)容在文章后表格中的空格里填入一個(gè)最恰當(dāng)?shù)膯卧~。 today, watching an entire TV series, while speaking to nobody, is mon. In traditional societies, with smaller population, everyone would get a fair deal of attention. On many issues we might go to see Grandma or Grandpa。 a novelist。 birds twittered sleepily under the roof. And the anthem that the anist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends. The influence of the music and the old church produced a sudden and wonderful change in Soapy’s soul. He thought of his degraded days, dead hopes and wrecked faculties. And also in a moment a strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of this pit。 A A classic joke goes like this: A nurse rushes into an exam room and says, “Doctor, doctor, there’s an invisible man in the waiting room.” The doctor says, “Tell him I can’t see him.” Pretty simple, right? Here’s how I tell it: “A nurse — her name is Joyce— feels a presence in the waiting room. She looks around but sees nothing. She jumps up from her desk, carefully replaces her chair, and runs down the lavenderhued hallway to the doctor’s office. She knocks on the door. No response. He’s not there. Where can he be? She continues down the hall, admiring a lithograph of an 18thcentury Mississippi paddleboat along the way.” By this time, my audience has left, but I soldier on. “She bursts into the exam room and says, ‘Doctor, doctor!’ The doctor, I should mention, is a urologist with a degree from Ohio State, which is where my nephew ?” You get the idea. I’m an embellisher. I can’t leave a simple gag alone. I’m not the only joke challenged member of the family. My sister’s worse than I am. Her problem: She can’t remember them. “‘A nurse rushes into an exam room and says?’Uh, let me start all over again. ‘A nurse rushes into a waiting?’No, it’s not the waiti ng room. She just came from the waiting room. Let me start all over again. ‘A doctor rushes into?’ No, wait?” My uncle’s different. He’s guilty of taking a perfectly fine joke and selling it as the second ing of Oscar Wilde,“Okay, this is a good one. Ready? No, really, ready? Okay, fasten your seat belts. Ready?‘A nurse?’Got it? A nurse? Okay, ready?‘A nurse rushes into an exam room and says, “Doctor, doctor, there’s an invisible man in the waiting room.”’ Now, this is where it gets funny. Ready?” No one is ever ready, so they leave before he gets to the punch line. My father’s on Wall Street, so he hears all the jokes before they hit the Web. And he lets you know he knows them all by telling you all of them. He also knows that most people don’t li ke jokes. So he slips them in under the radar: “I was chatting with Ben Bernanke the other day. You know Ben, don’t you? The Fed chief? Anyway, we were reviewing the Fed’s policy on long term interest rates, and he told me it had evolved into its current iteration only after a nurse rushed into an exam room and said, ‘Doctor, doctor, there’s?’ Hey, where are you going?” My brother Mark understands that the secret to good joke telling is to know your audience. When he entertained my grandmother’s bridge club one evening, he made it a point to adapt the joke to them: “A beautiful blonde nurse rushes into a consulting room?” No one in my family has ever finished this joke. But as bad as it is not to be able to tell a joke, there’s something worse: not being able to listen to one. Take my cousin Mitch for example. “Why couldn’t the doctor see him?” he asked. “Because he’s invisible,” I said. “Now, I didn’t get that. I thought the doctor couldn’t see him because he was with a patient.” “Well, yeah, okay, but the fact that the guy was invisible?” “Could the nurse see him?” “No. She’s the one who said he was invisibl e?” “How’d she know he was there?” “Because he?” “When you say he was invisible, does that mean his clothes were invisible too?” Here’s where I tried to walk away. “Because if his clothes weren’t invisible,” Mitch said, stepping between me and the exit, “then the doctor could see him, right?” “Yeah, but ?” “At least his clothes.” “I guess?” “Unless he was naked.” “Okay, he was naked!” “Why would he go to his doctor naked?” Next time you see my family and someone is telling a joke, do yourself a favor: Make yourself invisible. 56. Which of the following is true according to this article? A. No one in the writer’s family is good at telling jokes. B. 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