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Lotus root and water shield

Ye Shengtao

(1) Drinking with friends, chewing snow lotus root and missing my hometown.

(2) In my hometown, every autumn morning, many villagers pass by the door: the man's purple arms and calf muscles protrude, and his trunk is tall and straight, which makes people feel very healthy; Women often wear white and blue headscarves. Although they are barefoot, they are wearing short skirts. Although their trunks are not as tall as those of men, they have a healthy and beautiful style. Each of them carries a pair of burdens, which contain fresh and jade-like long lotus roots. In the pond of lotus root's hometown, by the winding river outside the city, they cooked these lotus roots again and again, which is why they are so white. It's as if they think it's the top grade of human taste. This is an important theme in Pictures in the Morning. If it is all mud, people's appreciation of it will be broken. This is a sinful thing. They don't want to carry it on them. They deliberately made them so clean before coming to this city. When they want to have a rest, they put the bamboo pole on the ground, sit on it by themselves, and choose the tender lotus root cannon or the older lotus root garden in the pole at will to quench their thirst. Passers-by stopped, the little girl in the red shirt picked one section, and the silver-haired old man bought two sections. Slightly sweet, so it is common in every family and everyone. This situation is almost a normal day shift until the leaves fall in late autumn.

Lotus root is almost a treasure here. Probably shipped from our hometown, but the quantity is small, and most of them were taken away by the idle waiters who serve the rich boys and rich people. The rest will be provided in a larger fruit shop, located between Jinshan Apple, Luzon and Xiangmang, waiting for a good price. As for those who carry the burden to sell in the street, it is not without them, but they are either as thin as beggars' arms and legs or as astringent as immature persimmons, which is really admirable. Therefore, we haven't eaten lotus root except once this year.

This only time was not bought for food, but was given to us by our neighbors. They didn't buy it themselves, but relatives in their hometown brought it. This lotus root has been away from home for some time, so it is no longer like jade, but is covered with many rust spots. When peeling, the blade went too far and it was very uncomfortable. I cut it into pieces and put it in my mouth to chew. It's sweet, but it doesn't feel tender. It seems to contain a mouthful of slag and I don't want to eat the second piece. Only children are happy. He chewed up all these pieces, but he didn't want anything else for half a minute.

⑤ When you think of lotus root, you think of water shield. In spring in my hometown, I eat water shield almost every day. It has no taste, and the taste is all in good soup. But such bright green, rich poetry and tasteless taste are really fascinating. In the river next to every street, there are always one or two uncovered boats docked on the stone piers, and the cabins are full of water shield, which was fished up from Taihu Lake. So you can get it on the spot, which is very convenient, and of course you can get a bowl of Japanese food.

6. But not here; It's hard to eat this kind of food unless you go to a restaurant. Of course, we don't go out and occasionally go back to our friends' wine seats, and it's not the time for water shield to go on the market, so we haven't eaten it this year. Until recently, Bo Xiang's relatives in Hangzhou came and gave him several bottles of West Lake water shield. He gave me a bottle, so I tasted something new.

I have never loved my hometown. I think my hometown is lovely when I think of it.

I don't understand myself. Why don't I understand? Why do I have such deep feelings? On second thought, it is really simple: because there is love in my hometown, and I only love my hometown, so I can't leave. For example, close family members are there and close friends are there. How can I not be attached? How can I not miss it? But just to love my hometown? No, but some people in my hometown are holding us hostage. If you have nothing, what do you love more? Like now, I am occasionally led by lotus roots and water shield, so I miss my hometown.

Pet-name ruby love there, there is our hometown.

(selected from "Dream of Hometown",

First published in September 1923, 10, literature, current affairs news supplement)

1. In the second paragraph, from which three aspects did the author paint a new Qiu Jingtu in his hometown for us? Please summarize. (6 points)

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2. In the first paragraph, "I have never loved my hometown, and when I think about it, I think my hometown is very cute". Did I really "never love my hometown"? How to understand this sentence? (★)(6 points)

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3. In the third paragraph, the author conceived a plot in which a neighbor gave us lotus roots to eat. What does this do? (★)(4 points)

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The end of the article is quite distinctive, please enjoy it. (8 points)

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Second, read the following and complete questions 5 ~ 8.

The sunniest place.

Xu Xun

This is the sunniest place. In winter, my father is still sitting there. The low eaves are backed by red brick walls. Dark gray tiles drooped their ears as if listening to something. Father usually says nothing alone, but quietly bathes in sunshine and keeps warm, like a docile subject who is loved by a mighty emperor. Every time I go home, the first thing I see is that place.

When I called my father, his face brightened at once, and his smile trembled like a flower blooming among branches and leaves.

A person will grow old. Wrinkles are like moss covered with green rust on the eaves, and weeds are swaying on them. The old man's hair was gray, his teeth fell off, and he was leaning on a shiny bamboo stick. This looks like an old shot from a black-and-white movie that is nearing the end. The sun is not old, and the dust of life jumps in the fresh beam. But my father is gone. Nowadays, the place where the sun shines the most is empty, such as my empty heart. Tears crawled out of my eyes, the sun shone crystal clear, and the sunshine like a needle stung me deeply. The sunshine wrapped my father without a trace, and he was still there, like a pool of mercury, which became one of the most difficult things to disappear in front of me.

"come on Bask in the sun! " In rural areas, especially in winter, the sunshine is the most abundant, and the elderly people gather together the most. In winter, the sun smears the earth with the warmest and brightest gesture. There are withered leaves on the tree, golden and trembling with excitement. On the ground, a dog curled up in the sun, lazy, like a flat ball or cow dung dried by the sun. The old people began to salvage the past in the sun, whispering: whose pig is the fattest, whose harvest is good this year, whose daughter is married in the twelfth lunar month, and whose boy is promising again ... They swallowed the feast of the sun, chewed the sun, and peeled it off until tomorrow, and their mouths were full of oil. Usually, they all think that this is the closest place to the sun and a paradise on earth. Their laughter, sighs and complaints, like countless tinkling hammers, break the sunshine into golden pieces and hold them in their arms happily, just like a rich man.

I think my father, including some old people, likes to sit in the most sunny place in his twilight years. There must be some secret of his soul: it must be the bitterness of life hidden in the wrinkles on his forehead that needs sunshine to comfort him; There are too many inner experiences, and where the sun does not shine, perhaps the past has piled up moldy and must be exposed to the sun; Or the slow-moving blood on the body must blend with the sun to make them more stretched, open and bright. Maybe they think further, endless darkness is coming towards them, and they have to quickly pick up some golden branches of the sun and burn their own lives … because not only an unknown heart needs sunshine, but a pure heart also needs sunshine. Finally, the sun cleared many mysteries, and the death of my father's physical life was just like the death of the sun. It's just that my father will never know that the place where he gets the most sunshine will be the biggest pain in the hearts of his loved ones-several times, I found my son who came home with me staring at that place stupefied. Before, he jumped on it with his feet.

"I came to this world to see the sunshine." This is a poem by a Russian poet. Balmont, who wrote this poem, seems like a baby at this moment. When he was born in spring, he opened his eyes and saw the warm sunshine. He is covered with golden fluff. On sunny days, life is clear and the details are presented; Sunlight enters the interior of everything on the earth, making it ferment, expand, be crazy and grow. These people can see it, so they can also appreciate the kindness, warmth, kindness and calmness of the sunshine itself. Sure enough, where the sun shines the most, a familiar face and a strange hoarse throat are missing. I think, on a sunny stage, my father and his folks cut out a piece of sunshine satin, then wrapped themselves up and fell asleep happily.

Dante said: "I have been to the sunniest place and have seen things that people who return to earth can't and can't repeat." ("divine comedy? Heaven) just silently said this sentence, my mood seems endless in the sun.

As can be seen from the article, why do the elderly like to sit in the most sunny place in their twilight years?

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6. Explain the two underlined sentences in the text as needed. (★)(6 points)

(1) "Their laughter, sighs, audio-visual complaints are countless small hammers that break the sunlight into golden pieces and then happily hold them in their arms, just like rich people." How to understand this metaphor?

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(2) "I think, on a sunny stage, my father and his villagers cut out a piece of sunshine satin, then wrapped themselves up and fell asleep happily." What is the meaning of this sentence? (6 points)

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7. The article said: "His sunniest place will be the biggest pain in the hearts of his loved ones. "Why?" Just reciting this sentence, my mood seems endless in the sun. "How to understand the feelings of' pain' and' emptiness' in the article? (★)(6 points)

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8. What is the main idea of this article? What is the practical significance of this theme? (6 points)

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Third, read the following and complete the 9 ~ 12 questions.

A distant island

Becanen [Finland]

On a clear day, an island can be clearly seen on the vast water. Hannah and Becca have been interested in that island since they can remember. There is a dense and unusually tall pine forest on the island, so the island is like a wonderful bouquet, inserted in an endless sea vase. It is bathed in sunshine from morning till night. As soon as the sun wheel appeared in the eastern sky, in a twinkling, the sun was already stroking the top of the towering trees on the island; When the red sun sets, it seems to say goodbye and dye the trees with the burning afterglow. The wind and heavy rain on this island are more rampant than anywhere else. No matter where the wind blows, the helpless island always welcomes it with happy credulity. When the storm raged, the waves hit the rocks on the shore, splashing and flying almost to the top of the pine tree. The wind raged among the dense canopies. When it rains, the island seems to be wrapped in a gray fog curtain, which looks mysterious like a mystery. In autumn, the forest is decorated with red, yellow and yellow spots. Gradually, all the leaves are gone, but the tall and handsome pine trees on the island still stand tall and straight on the cold wave splashing in autumn as usual, full of vitality and lush. In winter, the sea freezes, and the snow covers everything with a layer of white felt. The island is covered with a frosty costume, just like a luxurious king's robe, which is full of millions of bright diamonds, unpredictable and colorful.

They tried their best to find out about the island, and often asked their father a series of endless questions, only to get some short answers. This island is so worthless, how can it interest an adult?

But the children looked at the island from a distance with their own eyes. They will never believe that it is as boring as their father said. They have discovered before that there are many things in the world, and their beauty can't touch their father's heart.

It's not surprising that children are obsessed with this island until one day they feel they have to go there.

But how to get there? It's a long way, and my father strictly forbids children to use boats. They dare not disobey his orders. So what should we do? Because to go to that island, you can only go by sea-by boat or on ice. So, there is no other way-we must wait until winter.

This long-awaited day, the day to realize the ideal has finally arrived.

The two children took out their skis with impatient hands trembling and set off secretly. Their hearts are shaking. The cold wind in January chilled their bones, stung their cheeks and made them feel like they were on fire. The cold light of the sun in the distance is dazzling, but there is no warmth. The snowboard slides smoothly, and the children see that the destination in front is changing in the cold light, so they get more and more energy and continue to slide forward. All their thoughts and thoughts are focused on Miracle Island, and with every swing of the ski pole, it gets closer and closer to them.

The adventure they dream of day and night, the adventure in a dizzy fairy tale, will all come true when they set foot on the island! All the fairy tales they read, all the miracles they dreamed of, and all the fairy tales and miracles in Qian Qian will come true today. They can't shut up and smile at the sun and sparkling snow. They forgot everything in the world except one thing: today is their festival, and snowboarding will take them to a distant island.

When the last ray of sunshine disappeared on the distant island, the children came back. They came back very tired and serious. Although the cold light on the island is more dazzling than before in the crimson sunset, they no longer look out, because they already know the real situation, the naked, gloomy and painful truth: the remote mythical island turned out to be just a barren wilderness, full of rubble and traces left by storms. Only ordinary mud and stones, the most ordinary stones and mud-are exactly the same as the soil they step on every day, even worse, rougher and more barren. The Woods on the island are also some of the most common trees. The most common pine trees-tall brown trunks stand among the rocks, and the bent branches are broken by the storm.

No, they don't want to see that island again. Whether today or the next day-forever, life suddenly becomes a thousand times gloomy, boring and meaningless.

That night, they hid in their beds, crying quietly, carrying their parents behind their backs and even hiding from each other. They cried and couldn't answer themselves, why they were so sad and why their dreams refused to come.

Please summarize the experiences of two children about "a distant island" in concise language. (6 points)

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10. From the full text, what is the role of the scenery description in the first natural section? (6 points)

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The article 1 1 didn't write the truth about the island until the child came back. What are the advantages of writing like this? (6 points)

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12. The Far Island has universal symbolic significance in life. How should we deal with all kinds of "distant islands" in life? Please write an inquiry of about 100 words according to the context. (8 points)

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Fourth, read the following and complete the question 13 ~ 16.

My hometown is far away.

Zhang Kangkang

I always feel like a wanderer.

For decades, I have been wandering around the world. I have walked through fields and cities and been to many places.

/kloc-left Hangzhou at the age of 0/9. My birthplace is Xizi Lake, where there are many waters and mountains. Luoshe, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River 0/00 miles away from Hangzhou/KLOC, is my grandmother's home.

However, I am just a passer-by in Hangzhou, and my ancestral home is in Xinhui, Guangdong. I didn't go back to my hometown in Guangdong with my parents until I was 30. There are green rivers, dense sugarcane forests and mysterious and quiet banyan island in my hometown. At sunset, I saw white storks and gray storks circling back to their nests with big wings and long necks, and the huge banyan forest covered the sun and the birds sang. That is the world-famous island paradise.

But my hometown belongs to me, but I have no sense of garden. Nobody knows me, and I don't really know anyone. I can't even speak a complete and authentic hometown. My father and I, who left home in our early years, are like outcasts in exile, looking for and identifying with the roots left by this land in a strange local accent.

Summer vacation and winter vacation, take a small steam boat to my grandmother's house in Luoshe Town. There is a big stone bridge in the east of the town. In summer, many naked children dive into the river from the bridge fork, and the river is connected with the vast Luoshe ocean. I used to wash rice under the bridge, and the bamboo basket was soaked from the water, and a small fish fluttered on pearly white rice. ...

Grandma has passed away. Grandma took her hometown with her when she left. In fact, grandparents are not authentic Zhejiang people. I heard that my grandmother's ancestors were from Danyang, Jiangsu Province, and I don't know when she moved to Luoshe, Deqing. From this perspective, it is also difficult to verify the ancestral home of grandparents. What is my hometown, the Jiangnan town I dream of?

Therefore, there is a faint separation and suspicion about Hangzhou, which gave birth to me and raised me. Naturally, I like the tenderness and indifference of the West Lake, the green grass and intoxicating smiling flowers in the botanical garden in spring, the bamboo forest and the lush camphor tree in winter ... but they are just ribbons and decorations on my cradle. I admire them and praise them, but they despise me. Every time I visit my parents in Hangzhou, in the noisy streets and lanes, the "strange smell" I bring from afar always makes me feel out of place with the warmth and humidity here. ...

Where the hell am I from?

More often, I will meditate on the distant ice and snow and think of the blue Xiaoxing 'an Mountains shrouded in mist. Stepping into the deep mountains with knee-deep snow, the unfrozen mountain springs in the bushes tinkle all the way, singing and laughing, and occasionally warm spring water overflows along the slope, so the tower piers in low-lying areas are generally sealed by crystals, and you can see the jasper grass under the ice. On a windless day in the mountains, a little clear snow floats gently and slowly in the quiet oak forest, which falls on the headscarf and does not melt, and soon shines on your shoulder. This is a gift from the Snow Queen. If you close your eyes, you can hear the sound of snowflakes kissing leaves. It was the first time in my 2 1 year-old life that I found the sound of falling snow, such as silkworms sipping leaves and babies sucking milk.

At that time, I lived in a tent, and the rough wood was burning in the furnace barrel all night, rumbling like a train in the forest and a tractor in the field. It is always accompanied by the sound of Kaka's ice collapse coming from the foot of the mountain ... The morning in the forest is quiet and charming, the tip of the forest on the slope is rosy, lavender smoke fills the air, and the ribbon-like footprints of unknown animals are printed on the snow in front of the door. Identify them carefully, like plum blossoms, winding around the snowfield clearly and disorderly and disappearing into the depths of the forest. ...

/kloc-left his birthplace in Hangzhou at the age of 0/9 and went to the distant and cold Great Northern Wilderness.

At that time, I missed my West Lake day and night, and my hometown was in the warm south.

But now I know that I have no hometown. We are always walking, sowing seeds that can grow all over the world while walking. We are satisfied with the status quo and take root; It's decided when you come. Wherever you go, it's home. We are like a group of nomads in the new era, a group of homeless immigrants with no home to return to. Maybe I have been to too many places and have too many second homes.

However, in the sultry and suffocating summer days in the city, I will still think of Yuan Ye in the north, which has been integrated into the land of our youth. Everything there is rough and simple. Twenty years of sun and moon have honed a delicate Jiangnan woman like me to be flexible and solid. In the future, I may continue to wander and find and create my own spiritual home in this extremely small world.

13. In the first part of the article, the author wrote about the scenery of Xinhui, Luoshe and Hangzhou and his own feelings. Please sum up the similarities between the scenery of these three hometowns in the author's eyes and the similarities between the author's inner feelings about these three hometowns. (6 points)

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14. Which hometown do you think the author is most inclined to emotionally? Why is the author most inclined to this hometown? (★)(6 points)

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15. The author said in the article: "Where am I from?" However, the title gives a positive answer: "My hometown is far away." How much does the author know about his hometown combined with the full text? (★)(6 points)

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16. in order to express the pursuit of distant hometown, what kind of expression techniques does the author mainly use? Please analyze the content of this article briefly. (8 points)

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1.( 1) hardworking, simple and healthy men and women. (2) The lotus root is long and the color is fresh and tender as jade. (3) A pond with lotus roots and a winding river outside the city.

2. From the sentence itself, the author doesn't really love his hometown, but deliberately writes it to set off "My hometown is lovely". In addition, in a deeper sense, the nostalgia for hometown in the past is not deep enough compared with the homesickness today.

3. Conceive such a plot, highlight the difference between a foreign lotus root and a hometown lotus root by contrast (or contrast), and better convey my deep homesickness complex to readers.

4. "I think my hometown is lovely" is a direct lyric, which fully expresses the author's homesickness; Take care of "I suddenly miss my hometown" at the beginning of the article; At the same time, it deepened the theme of the article.

5. You can "bask in the sun" in the most sunny place, especially in winter; Salvage the past in the sun and talk about local news; Pour out some secrets of the soul and let the soul accept the reflection of the sunlight.

6.( 1) He has golden fragments of sunshine in his arms. This metaphor fully shows that the laughter, sighs and complaints of the old people when they talk in the sun are full of fun, and everyone feels satisfied and fulfilled. It seems that life is so colorful and beautiful.

(2) The meaning of this sentence is that father and his villagers are bathed in the sunshine to their heart's content, even if they die in the sunshine, it is a happy destination, without pain and unconsciously.

7. "The place with the brightest sunshine" is the place he often goes. Now, things have changed, and his relatives are extremely "painful." "Boundless sense" refers to the confusion of reality, and "the place with the most sunshine" is the ideal of people, but in reality, people lack everything they want, thus creating a sense of infinity.

8. By describing the old people's love for the most sunny places, it shows people's love and yearning for ideals, bright and warm hearts and the real world. The article enlightens people that no matter rich or poor, no matter urban or rural areas, people have a love for brightness, warmth and harmony between inside and outside the family, which is people's pursuit of life will.

9. Two children yearned for a beautiful and mysterious island in the distance since childhood, and finally set foot on the island with the help of skis in a cold winter, only to find that it was only a barren wilderness. They were very disappointed and miserable. (That's right)

10.① The article depicts the remote island as beautiful and magical, which fully paves the way for the two children's yearning for the island and their final attempt to walk on it; ② It is in sharp contrast with the isolated island truth revealed later, which enhances the expressive force of the article. (That's right)

1 1.① causes some suspense to avoid the dullness of writing; (2) the island in front has been actively paved in many ways, but then suddenly turned to write the truth, making the expression effect more intense. (That's right)

12. Answer example 1: For us, the "distant island" in life is a beautiful prospect and our ideal. We should actively pursue and never give up. Perhaps our pursuit is like an island in the text, just a beautiful illusion, but the fun and meaning of life are in the process of pursuit. If a person has no ideals and pursuits, what is the value of life!

Ex. 2: For us, the "distant island" in life is all kinds of beautiful temptations, that is, illusory beauty that can never be reached. The island in this article is a heavy blow to children. If a person indulges in fantasy blindly, he can only achieve nothing in the end and regret for life. It is our rational and wise choice to give up our illusions and start from our feet.

13. Sanxiang has beautiful scenery and is full of poetry and painting. However, the content feels strange, at a loss and somewhat fragmented.

14. Xiaoxing 'anling. Because that's where I spent my youth. Twenty years later, I "honed a delicate Jiangnan woman like me to be flexible and solid".

15. The hometown known to the author is not only the place where his ancestors lived, but also the place where he left his struggle footprints, and it is also the spiritual home he constantly sought and created.

16. Using contrast technology. The author compares the beautiful scenery of his ancestral home Xinhui, Luoshe and birthplace Hangzhou and the feeling of strangeness, loss, alienation and inadaptability between personnel and local accent, and at the same time compares this feeling with the scenery and personnel of the Great Northern Wilderness, showing the process of the author's constant search and pursuit from delicacy to strength. (For example, if you answer "I want to promote it first" and "lay the foundation step by step", you will be given points as appropriate. )

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