And a piece of noodles, pour some wine, drop a few drops of sesame oil, and appreciate it from the perspective of verbs.

Zhou Xia

lived in a small town, and went to work all day, cooking and eating, which was commonplace and busy. In the evening, I went out for a walk and walked a little far. Unconsciously, I stayed away from the noise of horses and chariots and embarked on a dirt road. Walking, there are waves of plants in the field, which is the smell of wheat. In the twilight, a golden warm color attracted me, but it was just a small piece of wheat field, but it spread in an instant and spread all the way to the rolling boundless wheat waves in my hometown.

My hometown is in the northwest plain of Shandong Province. At this time, the endless golden wheat waves fluctuate with the wind, which is spectacular, and the villagers' faces are also full of rich smiles. However, when I was a child, it was very hard work to grab the wheat. It was not good to get it early, but it was easy to fall into the ground when it was late. At that time, harvesting was not mechanized, and it was completely necessary to cut it off with a sickle, tie it in bundles, transport it back to the yard, turn it over and roll it, or use a thresher to remove the wheat, and then dry it for storage. No matter how hot it is, no matter how tired people are, they should work nonstop, fearing that they will encounter thunderstorms.

When I was a child, before the wheat was ripe, we always liked to rub it. I would first find a few barley grains, crush them in my palm, and rub them around with my hands facing each other, so that the taste of happiness and joy would slowly spread from my palm. When I rubbed them, I would open my hands and blow them gently, and the skins would spread around. When I covered my mouth, the refreshing smell of wheat would be transmitted to my whole body from the tip of my tongue. When the wheat harvest is over, we children will carry a small basket and go to the wheat field to pick up the ears of wheat. My father will praise me, my mother will dry the ears of wheat and rub them into grains, and then exchange the wheat for dried noodles. The dried noodle soup made by my mother is just a few drops of sesame oil and some balsamic vinegar, which is very delicious.

What impressed me the most was that on a bright moonlight night, my family harvested wheat. Although it was a little dark and there was dew, I didn't have to suffer from the sun exposure. At that time, I didn't understand the hardships of farming. When I was at rest, I still had leisure to look at the bright moon and kept talking and laughing with my family. I thought it was a pleasure. When cutting wheat, if anyone falls too far, the person in front will take the trip. In this way, if someone helps, the person who cuts slowly will have confidence. When all the long ridges have been cut, the whole family will go hand in hand again. When they are tired, they will straighten up, wipe their sweat, shake their hands, and then bury themselves in their work. Wear long-sleeved clothes no matter how hot the weather is, otherwise, the sharp wheat awn will prick and hurt, and my mother will wear a thousand layers of Melaleuca on her feet under the lamp, but I am no longer afraid of stubble puncturing my feet.

The wheat harvest season is a tiring time of the year, and there is no time to go shopping in the market. Parents always marinate eggs in advance, and occasionally store the buds of Toona sinensis in spring. When they get home tired, everyone will start work together, light a fire, roll noodles and cut vegetables. It's hot. After the noodles are cooked, they should be soaked in the well water just picked, and then fished out, so that they can be enjoyable to eat. The only dishes in this season are cucumbers, tomatoes and kidney beans. Anyway, you can eat whatever grows in the field. When you are full, take a good nap, cut a big watermelon and have a good meal. It's very comfortable. When the sun closes slightly, you get up and go to the fields again. The wheat harvest waits for no one.

During the wheat harvest, adults always ask their own children to help their teachers cut wheat, so my friends and I organized themselves to shuttle through the wheat fields. Teachers and students chased each other, and students who cut quickly would make fun of teachers who were not much older than them in good faith. In less than half a day, several acres of land were cut. This Spring Festival, I talked to my childhood friends on the phone about the smell of C-wheat in the wheat fields every time. The occasional field work gave us good memories.

At that time, my feelings were so simple, so warm, cordial and distant that I still can't forget them. So, I dialed the phone of my hometown, trying to capture the taste of Ding Maizi from the local accent.

(with deletion)

12. This is a reminiscence essay, recalling some life scenes of "I" in the early years during the wheat harvest season. These scenes include: "I" rubbing wheat grains, _ _ _ _ _ _ _, harvesting wheat with my family, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. (3 points)

13. "The taste of wheat" appeared four times in the article, some of which refer to the taste of wheat itself, and some refer to the author's emotion contained in the taste of wheat. Please make a judgment based on the content. (only fill in the serial number) (4 points)

It refers to the taste of wheat itself: _ _ ① _ _

It refers to the taste of wheat that contains the author's feelings: _ _ _ _

14. A prominent feature of this article is that it contains deep feelings in simple language. Please take paragraph 4 or paragraph 5 as an example. Tell me how this feature is embodied. (No more than 14 words) (7 points)

A: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

Reference answer:

12. Pick up wheat ears with children; Cook and eat with your family during the wheat cutting interval; Help the teacher cut the wheat with my friends.

13, the taste of wheat itself is-A, C

The taste of wheat contains the author's feelings-B, D

14, paragraph 4, "Tired, straighten up, wipe your sweat, continue to work" and other sentences write the hard work through detailed description. In the fifth paragraph, the fatigue of wheat harvest is used to highlight the comfort of cooking and eating together during the lunch break. In this way, the author uses simple language to connect the intimacy between family members with wheat, writes the simple and warm feelings of the family, and entrusts the memory of that kind and long-lasting day.

(2) Read jiaozi jiaozi and complete questions 14-16. (***15 points)

jiaozi, jiaozi and Bai Aying

① Almost every weekend, I go back to my parents' house in the eastern suburbs with my wife and children to have a jiaozi with my parents.

② I've loved jiaozi wrapped by my mother since I was sensible. When I was a child, eating jiaozi was the family's most extravagant hope during the Spring Festival. At ordinary times, the family could hardly eat jiaozi with pure meat. Even so, my mother will think of various ways, such as mixing lard residue with vegetables to make me a delicious jiaozi. I can always eat the delicious jiaozi wrapped by my mother, and every time I eat it, I will be full of saliva and shout, "Sweet! Xiang! " At this time, my mother would pat the apron and squint.

(3) I don't know when jiaozi's attraction to us has been greatly weakened. Eating only jiaozi when entertaining relatives and friends will be ridiculed as meanness. But my mother still sticks to her hobby of jiaozi and calls me every weekend to remind me to come home early to pack jiaozi. At this time, I have married and lived in the city, and went back to my parents' house to eat jiaozi, which has been somewhat boring, mainly to show filial piety to my elderly parents. Every time I go home, I'm half worried about my parents' involvement and half don't want to eat jiaozi all the time. I always advise my mother to change the staple food, eat rice, steam steamed bread and stir-fry to order. Mother didn't say anything but frowned at me and said, I'm too old to think of what to do now. You've made up your face. Let's eat rice next week. But next weekend, it will be jiaozi again, but the stuffing in the dumpling skin will change a little. In this case, it's been a long time, so I have to stop mentioning it.

④ Recently, my son entered adolescence and began to complain, often muttering, "It's jiaozi again." We taught our son that grandma's jiaozi was not delicious. However, our lessons don't work. Almost every time we go back to his grandparents' house, our son will make something unpleasant for us. Then often, as soon as I leave home, I will quarrel with my son outside the building. As a result, my mood will not be relieved until late at night that day. My son has more and more ways to deal with us. Later, every time he went home to eat jiaozi, he said that he had eaten before the bowl was served, which caused a room full of unhappy people. I was so bored that I couldn't help but persuade my mother to change the pattern and let my children and grandchildren have an expectation. Mother didn't say a word. When I said more, she muttered, "Come back and make whatever you want."

⑤ So, that weekend, I carried a big bag of vegetables bought in the supermarket with confidence, and walked into my parents' house with my wife and children-the inside and outside of the kitchen were filled with the aroma of dumpling stuffing, and there was a noodle table on the coffee table in the center of the living room with a bowl of noodles on it, and five small benches were placed around the noodle table: It seems that my mother had planned it early, and this time the whole family was going to pack jiaozi together. I couldn't say anything more, so I sat down next to my mother with a forced smile, and resolutely motioned my son to sit down and roll the dumpling skin. Mother seems to have forgotten what she said last week, and just called everyone to sit around the noodle table. The whole family was busy rolling skin and stuffing, but there was not much joking.

⑥ The wife and her father talked about some topics, and then they talked about the matter of jiaozi, a grocery bag for her mother. As she talked, her mother began to boast about her know-how in making jiaozi, and suddenly asked me if I understood. I looked up at my mother, but I saw her eyes staring at her son. Oh, my mother has aged a lot, especially her clear and dark eyes, whose eyes turned brown and their whites turned yellow. There was no clear boundary between them, and their eyes became unusually cloudy. I can't help but feel sour and want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

⑦ My mother obviously saw my emotional fluctuation and said something that I will never forget. While wrapping jiaozi, she said to herself, "Your father and mother are old and don't want to eat anything. Whether jiaozi smells good or not depends on your mood. How nice it is for the whole family to gather together, chatting while wrapping, and having to eat some rice for a day or two. After eating your mouth, I wiped it away and didn't even say much ... "She sighed and her eyes were wet:" You have this day! "

⑧ Whether jiaozi is fragrant or not depends on the mood! God, why didn't I think about it? What can't a clever mother cook? Ever want to treat her children and grandchildren in a different way? But my mother cherishes this family reunion weekend too much. She is eager to create a happy atmosphere in this way and taste the joy and bitterness of life. Although it is only for a while, how rare it is for my mother and father ...

Pet-name ruby I rolled the dumpling wrappers very slowly that day, and the family also wrapped them very slowly, and jiaozi was beautiful and beautiful one by one. In jiaozi that day, my wife and children all said it was fragrant, but I couldn't taste it. My son asked me, Dad, what's wrong with you? I looked up and saw my eyes in the mirror filled with tears. I could only say that it was spicy-who can understand how much this little jiaozi carries!

attending, I don't remember what jiaozi was filled with that day, but I was extremely happy, because I clearly remember that my mother ate very well and my father ate very well. (with deletion)

14. This paper describes the unforgettable memory and emotional changes of "I" to jiaozi for a long time. After reading articles, Fill in the form (4 points)

Time-related emotional changes in memory

① when I was a child. I just love to eat

I went back to my parents' house every weekend at the beginning of my family and career, and I ate that boring jiaozi ②

Recently. It's annoying to eat

jiaozi got to know her mind after listening to her mother talk that weekend. 15. Combine the article and talk about the meaning of adding the word "taste" in paragraph 9. (4 points)

A:

16. Briefly talk about your feelings about the similarities between the following lyrics and the above content. (7 points)

Go home often, go home and see

Even if you brush chopsticks and wash dishes for your mother

Old people don't want their children to make much contribution to the family

It's not easy to have a reunion all their lives

A:

Reference answer:

14. ① You can always eat delicious food wrapped by your mother. jiaozi ② Don't want to eat it all the time. ③ And her son is unhappy because of eating jiaozi. 1 point per space)

Analysis: 14. Find the relevant positions in the text according to the time points indicated in the stem. ① Blank is summarized according to paragraph ②, ② Blank is summarized according to paragraph ③, ③ Blank is summarized according to paragraph ④, ④ Blank is summarized according to paragraph ⑨-⑩. Pay attention to the sentence structure suggested in the stem.

15. Example:

① This "taste" refers to the taste of a mother's love. When I was a child, my mother tried her best to make me a meaty jiaozi. When she saw that I was delicious, she would squint and smile. This jiaozi carried the taste of maternal love.

② This "smell" refers to the smell of family reunion. At the end of the article, the whole family slowly wrapped up a beautiful jiaozi, and this jiaozi carries the taste of a happy family.

③ This "smell" refers to the taste of filial piety. The article says "I" bring my wife and children home to eat jiaozi with my parents every weekend. This jiaozi carries the taste of filial piety of my son.

④ This "smell" refers to the smell that I feel guilty inside. It was written that my mother had become senile, but "I" didn't notice it. My mother said that the key to jiaozi's fragrance was my mood, and "I" suddenly woke up. At this time, jiaozi carried the taste of my inner guilt.

(***4 points. Just answer two kinds of "flavors", with 1 point for each "flavor" and 1 point for the original analysis. )

Analysis: 15. First, make clear the meaning of "taste" once in the text, which can refer to the taste of mother, the taste of family harmony, the taste of son filial piety and the taste of my guilt, and then analyze it in combination with the relevant contents in the text.

16. Example: The lyrics are similar to the above, emphasizing that the old people want their children to go home, just for the happy reunion of the whole family, and the children should go home often. From this, I have a deeper understanding that children should truly understand their parents (to know how to cherish family ties and to have a family reunion and harmony ...). (***7 points. The same point is 4 points, of which the elderly want to reunite 2 points, and the children should always go home to see 2 points; 2 points for understanding, 1 point for language)

Analysis: 16. First, make clear the similarities. The lyrics emphasize that parents want their children to go home often. The article emphasizes that children can have a happy atmosphere when they go home, and draws the conclusion that children should go home often. And then trigger sentiment.