What advice did the woman give to the man().

A．She told him to go by bus.
B．She told him to walk there.
C．She told him to wait for a bus.

Largest.

Official.

Private.

Prosperous.

Accidents was caused; they don’t just happen. The reason may be easy to see: a shelf out of reach, a patch of ice on the road, an overloaded truck. But merely often than not there is a chain of events leading up to the misfortune—frustration, tiredness or just bad temper—that show what the accident really is, a sort of attack on oneself.

Road accidents, for example, happen frequently after a family quarrel, and we all know people who are accidents-prone, so often at odds with themselves and the world that they seem to cause accidents for themselves and others.

By definition, an accident is something you can not predict or avoid, and the idea which used to be current, that the majority of road accidents are caused by a minority of criminally careless drivers, is not supported by insurance statistics. These show that most accidents involve ordinary motorists in a moment of carelessness or thoughtlessness.

It is not always clear, either, what sort of conditions makes people more likely to have an accident. For instance, the law requires all factories to take safety precautions and most companies have safety committees to make sure the regulations are observed, but still, every day in Britain, some fifty thousand men and women are injured from work due to accidents. These accidents are largely the result of human error or misjudgment—noise and fatigue, boredom or worry are possible factors which contribute to this. Doctors who work in factories have found that those who drink too much, usually people who have a high anxiety level, run three times the normal risk of accidents at work.

When I was young, bedtime was always my favourite part of the day. Wearing soft pajamas and with Tom, my stuffed monkey, in my arms, I felt no pressure at all.

I named Tom after my uncle when I compared Tom’s long arms and legs to his. One night I ran up to Uncle Tom at a family party and told him I had named my monkey after him. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, then a chuckle (咯咯笑) escaped his lips. I guessed he didn’t understand how important it was to me.

Even if Uncle Tom didn’t think my monkey was special, I certainly did. I dressed him in a white baby nightgown. My mother thought that Tom was the hest-dressed stuffed animal in the world. Yes, he was certainly a fashionable creature. The strong cologne (科隆香水) I used on him years ago made him still smell "pretty".

For a long time, Tom went everywhere with me. He was my best friend, and I told him everything. But when I turned twelve, I realized I was too old for stuffed animals. I thought people would think I was babyish, so I put him in the cupboard with the rest of my teddy bears and dolls. I begged him to understand why I was doing this, but at the same time I longed to talk to him again.

It took me several years to realize that it was OK to miss Tom. I know now that maturity (熟) doesn’t only mean growing up and taking on more responsibility. It also means holding on to your childhood and acting young sometimes.

When I was young, bedtime was always my favourite part of the day. Wearing soft pajamas and with Tom, my stuffed monkey, in my arms, I felt no pressure at all.

I named Tom after my uncle when I compared Tom’s long arms and legs to his. One night I ran up to Uncle Tom at a family party and told him I had named my monkey after him. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, then a chuckle (咯咯笑) escaped his lips. I guessed he didn’t understand how important it was to me.

Even if Uncle Tom didn’t think my monkey was special, I certainly did. I dressed him in a white baby nightgown. My mother thought that Tom was the hest-dressed stuffed animal in the world. Yes, he was certainly a fashionable creature. The strong cologne (科隆香水) I used on him years ago made him still smell "pretty".

For a long time, Tom went everywhere with me. He was my best friend, and I told him everything. But when I turned twelve, I realized I was too old for stuffed animals. I thought people would think I was babyish, so I put him in the cupboard with the rest of my teddy bears and dolls. I begged him to understand why I was doing this, but at the same time I longed to talk to him again.

It took me several years to realize that it was OK to miss Tom. I know now that maturity (熟) doesn’t only mean growing up and taking on more responsibility. It also means holding on to your childhood and acting young sometimes.

PYLL

LEFD

ALE

DALY

HALE

Largest.

Official.

Private.

Prosperous.

Accidents was caused; they don’t just happen. The reason may be easy to see: a shelf out of reach, a patch of ice on the road, an overloaded truck. But merely often than not there is a chain of events leading up to the misfortune—frustration, tiredness or just bad temper—that show what the accident really is, a sort of attack on oneself.

Road accidents, for example, happen frequently after a family quarrel, and we all know people who are accidents-prone, so often at odds with themselves and the world that they seem to cause accidents for themselves and others.

By definition, an accident is something you can not predict or avoid, and the idea which used to be current, that the majority of road accidents are caused by a minority of criminally careless drivers, is not supported by insurance statistics. These show that most accidents involve ordinary motorists in a moment of carelessness or thoughtlessness.

It is not always clear, either, what sort of conditions makes people more likely to have an accident. For instance, the law requires all factories to take safety precautions and most companies have safety committees to make sure the regulations are observed, but still, every day in Britain, some fifty thousand men and women are injured from work due to accidents. These accidents are largely the result of human error or misjudgment—noise and fatigue, boredom or worry are possible factors which contribute to this. Doctors who work in factories have found that those who drink too much, usually people who have a high anxiety level, run three times the normal risk of accidents at work.

When I was young, bedtime was always my favourite part of the day. Wearing soft pajamas and with Tom, my stuffed monkey, in my arms, I felt no pressure at all.

I named Tom after my uncle when I compared Tom’s long arms and legs to his. One night I ran up to Uncle Tom at a family party and told him I had named my monkey after him. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, then a chuckle (咯咯笑) escaped his lips. I guessed he didn’t understand how important it was to me.

Even if Uncle Tom didn’t think my monkey was special, I certainly did. I dressed him in a white baby nightgown. My mother thought that Tom was the hest-dressed stuffed animal in the world. Yes, he was certainly a fashionable creature. The strong cologne (科隆香水) I used on him years ago made him still smell "pretty".

For a long time, Tom went everywhere with me. He was my best friend, and I told him everything. But when I turned twelve, I realized I was too old for stuffed animals. I thought people would think I was babyish, so I put him in the cupboard with the rest of my teddy bears and dolls. I begged him to understand why I was doing this, but at the same time I longed to talk to him again.

It took me several years to realize that it was OK to miss Tom. I know now that maturity (熟) doesn’t only mean growing up and taking on more responsibility. It also means holding on to your childhood and acting young sometimes.

When I was young, bedtime was always my favourite part of the day. Wearing soft pajamas and with Tom, my stuffed monkey, in my arms, I felt no pressure at all.

I named Tom after my uncle when I compared Tom’s long arms and legs to his. One night I ran up to Uncle Tom at a family party and told him I had named my monkey after him. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, then a chuckle (咯咯笑) escaped his lips. I guessed he didn’t understand how important it was to me.

Even if Uncle Tom didn’t think my monkey was special, I certainly did. I dressed him in a white baby nightgown. My mother thought that Tom was the hest-dressed stuffed animal in the world. Yes, he was certainly a fashionable creature. The strong cologne (科隆香水) I used on him years ago made him still smell "pretty".

For a long time, Tom went everywhere with me. He was my best friend, and I told him everything. But when I turned twelve, I realized I was too old for stuffed animals. I thought people would think I was babyish, so I put him in the cupboard with the rest of my teddy bears and dolls. I begged him to understand why I was doing this, but at the same time I longed to talk to him again.

It took me several years to realize that it was OK to miss Tom. I know now that maturity (熟) doesn’t only mean growing up and taking on more responsibility. It also means holding on to your childhood and acting young sometimes.

PYLL

LEFD

ALE

DALY

HALE