Lonely tuba hands look at the answer, please answer as soon as possible, it won't be valuable until 5 pm, dear.

At the invitation of my friend, I went to listen to a symphony. My friend called and said that he had reserved a seat in the seventh row. "It's very effective there."

I was scared all the way, and the jokes about improper applause at the concert echoed in my mind over and over again. So I said to myself, "Don't clap, you won't make a mistake without clapping." -A group of well-dressed men and women sneaked into the concert hall with their heads buried.

Playing Debussy's works is even more bad news for a layman like me. The seats are really good, the sound effects are magnificent, and there are many intoxicated and pious faces around me, which makes me feel even more on pins and needles-I want to play the instinct of women gossiping and watch the people performing on the stage one after another.

The conductor's body is incredibly fat and light, the violin is dark, and the wind music in the middle is in close harmony with them. I have seen these people's boring faces, and then I saw the last right side, where two people who looked almost boring like me were sitting, wearing black suits, with shiny hair and solemn expression, with a golden tuba between their legs.

I looked at these two people. They are as still as puppets, looking ahead, holding tuba in a standard posture with both hands. Five minutes passed, then ten minutes, fifteen minutes ... Half an hour later, the wind music began to moan like lovers echoing each other, and the tuba hand remained the same, without even raising the side number.

When I came, I was in a competitive mood, counting the old and new beats and waiting for them to take the number. Fifteen minutes later, I moved my sitting posture for the thirtieth time, and they were still the same.

I played the cello, played drums and added some percussion instruments that I didn't know about. The music became magnificent and the climax came to the audience like waves-my poor tuba hand did not move.

Even I began to feel wronged for them. It's been almost two hours. Two lonely tuba hands are sitting in the corner, motionless, holding their own numbers, like disabled tin soldiers in fairy tales.

I became anxious and stared at their hands tightly, looking forward to the next section, or the next section. They will raise their hands, raise their tubas and join in this grand joy.

But nothing happened, the climax fell, and the audience even applauded once.

I looked around, hoping that someone could tell me when the tuba player would officially appear, or at least a hot light hit their faces so that I could see their faces. I felt desperate, the performance was over, and the tuba player just left.

Just then, I heard a deafening sound and I turned around in surprise. I found that two tuba hands had held the horn in their hands, and the sound was undoubtedly made by them.

I looked at them in surprise. After a long wait, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. One, two, three, four ... The tuba players finally came on stage, and their voices drowned out all the other voices in the concert hall. I feel the whole hall shaking and the music is so wonderful.

The audience applauded warmly-so did I-and the music was over.

After the curtain was drawn, I didn't have time to look at the tuba hand again. In the three-hour performance, they played for less than three minutes and left.

Afterwards, I told my friend about those two tuba hands. The friend said, "All they have to do is keep counting the beats and then blow out that kind of violent sound."

"No one can blow out that noise," he said proudly.

(Excerpted from Bao Jing in March 2007.13)

1. About the performance and experience of two tuba players during the performance, my mood has changed greatly. Find the relevant words from the text and fill in the table below.

I met them in the performance stage, half an hour later and fifteen minutes later. The music is magnificent, the climax is repeated, and the trumpeter blows the horn.

I'm bored, and I'm interested in moving my sitting position.

2. What writing skills are mainly used in the paper? What kind of role did it play?

This is a beautiful and meaningful article. Please feel free to quote one or two sentences to analyze its linguistic subtleties.

4. "'That sound can't be blown by anyone.' "He said proudly. What do friends mean? What kind of attitude towards life does the tuba show?

5. In Ms. Bing Xin's poem, she said, "A successful flower is admired only for her present brilliance. However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. " This flower, after all, bloomed for a while, but our life, like a tuba hand, waited for so long, only three minutes … not even three minutes of glory. What do you think of all this? Wise you, please write down your opinion.

Reference answer:

1, wronged, anxious, desperate, full of surprises

2. Do you want to promote first or suppress first or pave the way? Function: avoid straightforward narration and make the writing wave after wave; Set suspense to stimulate readers' interest in reading; Highlight the theme and more clearly express their respect for the tuba player. (Answer only two points)

3. There is no standard answer. Sentences, plus analysis. Example: Two lonely tuba hands are sitting in the corner, motionless, holding their own numbers, like disabled tin soldiers in fairy tales. The sympathy of "I" is vividly expressed through the metaphor of "disabled tin soldiers", which highlights the meticulousness of the two tuba players.

4. A friend talked about the irreplaceable importance of two large players, and his respect for them and his pride in their performance. Attitude towards life: No matter what role fate has arranged for us, all we have to do is go all out and do it well with the most serious attitude. (The general idea is correct)

5, there is no standard answer, free to play from a positive perspective.

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