My father sent me to college.

When I was a child, my father was a strict head of the family in my mind, a benefactor who sold his physical strength to provide me with food and clothing, and a person who scared me.

Father never complained or sighed, and let us eat him with a straight face. In my mother's words, the whole family eats my father every day. I often hope that my father will complain and sigh. According to my naive idea, my father sighs and loses his temper less.

Father just can't sigh.

Mother is a sheep, as gentle as a sheep, and is completely "ruled" by her father. She is the daughter of a private school teacher. She knows a little about writing. She instinctively hopes that her children will succeed when they grow up.

Father has his unique understanding of "commitment". One day at dinner, I drank up a bowl of corn porridge and wanted to drink it. I caught a glimpse of my father staring at me. I'm timid and hesitant to stand by and watch the porridge basin. My father encouraged me: "Sheng! Another bowl! " Seeing that I only filled half a bowl, I said, "It's full!" Then he pointed at my brother and two younger brothers with chopsticks and said seriously, "You all have to be able to eat and eat before you can grow up!" You eat by my strength now, and you will eat by your own strength in the future! "

When I was ten years old, my father went with Northeast Construction Engineering Company to support the northwest. Grandpa died shortly after his father left home. My sister was born shortly after my grandfather died. Shortly after my sister was born, my mother became ill. The doctor said that my mother was ill and my sister couldn't breastfeed her. My brother has gone to middle school and cooks for his mother every day. I breast-feed my sister every day and feed her with a bottle at my mother's suggestion.

Father hasn't been home to visit relatives for three years, and he intends to save some money. Although my father is in a foreign land, he tries to control his family remotely by the principle of "Everything is Dont Ask For Help". He always abided by the iron law of going to his house once every three years until he retired.

My father came to my house for the third time, which was the year when my brother was admitted to college. My father opposed my brother's entry into the university with uncompromising majesty.

"I can't afford you to go to college!" Father's words, mother and brother feel that there is no room for discussion today.

Father forced his brother to earn a little money and gave him fifty cents when he got home. That fifty cents is secretly given to my brother by my mother every day. My brother actually goes to the park or the Songhua River to review his lessons. The scam was finally exposed. Father was furious with this "conspiracy theory" and smashed the mirror with a water cup. I was so angry that I decided to go back to the northwest that day. My brother and I took my father to the railway station. Before the train started, the father leaned out of the window and said to his younger brother, "Boss, listen to your father and don't take the college entrance examination!" There are seven people in my family, and I am the only one who earns money. I am in my early fifties, and my health is getting worse every day. You should share some family burdens for me! " Father's tone reveals infinite hardship and grief. When the train started, my father shed tears, and a tear hung on his stubble's dark and hard cheek. I am very sad in my heart, but I can't tell whether it is for my father or my brother.

A few days later, my brother received the admission notice from the university. Mother smiled with relief, but my brother cried.

I can't hide the fact that my brother has been in college for a long time, so I have to tell my father the truth in my letter.

My brother was sent back to school during the first holiday and never came back to school. He entered a mental hospital, the free kingdom of the spiritual world, the lifelong destination of the mentally weak, and a clear destination.

Dig out a letter from my father to my brother from my brother's diary. Half of it is misspelled and white: Boss! You are so selfish! You don't have parents! No brothers or sisters! You only think of yourself! Even if I raised you for nothing! Even if I don't have you as a son! I don't recognize you anymore! All these "!" Number, seems unable to express his father's hatred for his brother.

This letter reminds me of my father's teaching: "In the future, you all have to eat on your own!" " "Probably if a person can eat by strength and doesn't want to eat by strength, it may be a bit of a big violation. My father is a manual worker, but he doesn't feel inferior. On the contrary, he is blind in self-esteem and advocates strength. For those who don't rely on strength to eat, there is a saying: "Eat lightly! "I have a kind of contempt in my heart.

Before my father came to my house for the fourth time, I went to the Great Northern Wilderness and never saw my father again. In the seventh year, the company recommended me to go to college for the second time. I don't regret giving up my first chance to go to college, but this is the last time. I won't be recommended for the third time. I was 25 years old that year.

Before the admission notice is handed over to me, it is still a question mark whether I can enter the university gate. I wrote a letter to my father and asked him to remit me money from 200 yuan. I regretted the letter as soon as it was dropped into the mailbox. I didn't expect my father to remit money soon. 200 yuan, wire transfer. On the postscript, there are a few words written in a crooked way: "Don't tick (enough), call it long (just)."

Looking at my father's crooked handwriting, I was filled with emotion for a moment. People always make mistakes in their lives. Maybe my father figured it out, so he made up for my guilt for my brother.

Finally, I went to college that year.

(From father, China Materials Publishing House)

At the beginning of the article 1 emphasizes that my father is "a person who scares me". Please add appropriate content in the horizontal line below and tell me what the article mainly expresses.

"scared" father

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Question 2, "In my mother's words, the whole family eats my father every day." What does "eat" mean in the sentence?

My father cried when the train started. A tear hung on my father's stubble, and his cheeks were black and hard. "This sentence?

Question 4: What kind of person is the father in the article? Please make a brief analysis with the content of the article.

The protagonist of the article is the father, but he writes about the mother in the fourth paragraph. What is the author's intention in writing this way?

Read and complete the following questions.

My past with orange peel

liang xiaosheng

How many years have passed, the thin and stern face of the woman wearing a 600-degree black-rimmed myopia still appears in front of my eyes from time to time. She is the head teacher of my fourth grade primary school. Thinking of her reminds me of some memories about orange peel. ...

In fact, school-run factories are nothing new today. At that time, my primary school alma mater had a school-run factory, but the scale was very small. It collects orange peel from the people, dries it, grinds it into powder and sends it to the pharmaceutical factory. Processing costs are used to supplement school teaching funds.

One day, it was my turn to volunteer in a small factory with several students in our class. A classmate asked the teacher who assigned us to work, what kinds of diseases can orange peel cure? The master told us what diseases can be cured, especially to relieve asthma and bronchitis.

I listened to it and kept it in my heart. My mother is troubled by bronchitis every winter, and she often breathes, blushes and heartbeats, and can't breathe. But my family was poor, and my mother was reluctant to spend money on medicine, so she endured one winter after another and became more and more asthmatic every winter. Seeing my mother panting and suffocating, my brother and sister and I often feel sad and want to cry. I thought to myself, bag after bag, so many orange peels, why don't I take some home to my mother?

That day, I secretly put some dried orange peels in my pocket. Since then, every time I volunteered to work, I would secretly put a few pieces of dried orange peel in my pocket. Mother drank the water of dried tangerine peel for a while, and the time of severe breathing was obviously reduced, at least I thought so. My inner happiness is beyond description. Mother naturally asked me-where did you get dried tangerine peel? I lied to my mother that it was given to me by the master of the school-run factory. My mother touched my head and smiled to express her gratitude to a son for his filial piety. That is the most heartfelt and greatest comfort to the mothers of poor children! ……

Unexpectedly, because of a classmate's report, I became a thief and a thief. First he became a thief in the eyes of the whole class, and then he became a thief in the eyes of the whole school.

It was a special era. Even something as small as an eraser or a pencil, once associated with the word "stealing", is enough to constitute an indelible shame for a child and make a child lose self-esteem from now on. Often when adults attack each other, you will hear such words-"You have been a thief since childhood!" "-the thief's charges are often just because of an eraser and half a pencil. The thief's crime is even enough for a person to bear for life. Even if others forget it later and don't mention it again, it is engraved in his (her) heart. This kind of nick often distorts a person's life, changes a person's life and destroys a person's life. ...

On the school playground, I was forced to admit that I stole orange peel several times. I was a thief. In public, in front of the whole school! ..... So I am no longer a classmate of any classmate in my class, but a thief. So I am at school, as if I am no longer a student, but just, beyond dispute, a thief.

I feel that even when I raise my hand to answer questions in class, the teacher seems to pretend not to see me, and his eyes deliberately pass by me. I have no more classmates. I'm in terrible isolation. I dare not tell my mother about my experience and situation at school, for fear that my mother will feel sorry for me. ...

Attending at that time, my head teacher, that is, a thin and strict middle-aged female teacher wearing 600-degree myopia glasses, was on maternity leave.

When she gave us the first lesson again, she realized my abnormal situation. After school, she called me to a secluded place instead of the teacher's room and asked me what I had done disgracefully.

I cried ... before class the next day, she said, "First of all, I want to talk about Liang Shaosheng (real name) and orange peel. He is not a thief, not a thief. I told him not to forget to bring some orange peels to the teacher when he volunteered to work. Teachers need orange peel mixed with other Chinese medicines to cure diseases. If you think he is a thief or a thief again, think of the teacher as a thief or a thief! ...... "On the third day, when the whole school was doing recess exercises, her voice came from the loudspeaker. What she said is what she said in class ... from now on, I am a classmate of my classmates, a student of the school, and no longer a thief. From then on, I don't want to die ... my head teacher, she has never been partial to me before, and she will never be. In her eyes, before and after, I was just one of her forty students, the most common and unusual one. ...

However, from then on, in my mind, she is no longer an ordinary teacher. Although still as strict as before, I still wear 600-degree myopia glasses ... During the Cultural Revolution, I was a middle school student and never posted posters to any teacher. I often think that this may be related to my primary school head teacher who I will never forget. Without her, I'm unlikely to be a writer. Maybe my life track will be completely distorted and changed, maybe I will really become a thief ... I have suffered many sinister injuries in the future, but she made me believe forever that there are not only bad people in life, but also good people like her do exist ... so I should always keep my sincere love for life!

(Excerpted from that year, abridged)

Question 1: What white lies about "I" and the class teacher are described in the selected text? What are their reasons for lying? What effect has it achieved? Please fill in the following table according to the brief summary of the full text.

The effect of the content of white lies and the reasons for lying.

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Question 2: Like Mr. Fujino, this paper uses line drawing to describe the appearance of the head teacher. Try to find this sentence and appreciate it briefly. Briefly talk about the similarities between the head teacher and Mr. Fujino.

What feelings does the "I" in question 3 have for the head teacher? Find a key sentence in the text and tell me what I learned from the orange peel incident.