Chinese reading in senior high school entrance examination

the skylight in the south of the Yangtze River (lyrical)

① The glass skylight of the old house is small and crystal clear, and it is located in the bedroom with insufficient light. For our children, the skylight not only adds light to us, but also makes us feel many unspeakable beauty.

(2) In summer night, cicadas are still singing on the tall buttonwood trees in the courtyard, and the frogs in the fields are cheerful one after another. Wearing a square-necked shirt sewn by my mother, pillow in her arms, lift up your little face, and sometimes you can see the bright moon hanging high, pouring down the soft moonlight through the skylight. Bundles, ying ying, like water and milk, overflowed mother's wardrobe and painted a silver spot on the blue brick floor. One beautiful star and two beautiful stars also winked at my mother and me through the skylight and whispered. The narrow skylight on that side is enough to enlarge the immature sight and prop up the beautiful imagination, and the mystery and interest of the starry sky will fill the heart of my childhood fantasy.

(3) Because of this skylight, the bedroom is dancing with the gentleness and warmth of gossamer. Mother shook the cattail leaf fan by hand, fanned it slowly, and the cool wind slipped through the body a little bit, which was very comfortable. While fanning me with the light, she gave me all kinds of riddles: "Open white flowers and knot four horns." I replied that my mother picked Hong Ling in the pond, and my mother praised me for my intelligence. That's not enough. My mother can't beat my coquetry and love of stories. Every now and then, she can't help looking up at a crystal planetesimals outside the sky window. The fairy tales of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and Wu Gang's felling of laurel swayed in my heart like lotus flowers. Often, my mother's voice melts into the light under the skylight, like the flowing water of a stream, caressing my whole body and overflowing into my heart.

④ It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, especially in the rainy season. Because of this skylight, I feel more rainy and poetic. Outside the sky window, the night is dim. The moon is hiding, and the stars are hiding. Only dribs and drabs of drizzle, scaly tiles like smoke and an exquisite skylight. Childish heart, through that small skylight, daydreamed about the huge night sky dancing with huge silks and satins. How wonderful it would be to cut a horse and let my mother make new clothes for me. Thinking about it, the raindrops are moist and wet, as if they suddenly got into my heart and spread.

⑤ There are many thunderstorms in midsummer. Inside the room, the dim light seedlings are twinkling, stretching the shadow of the mother sewing clothes in the light on the wall for a long time. Raindrop is like a musician from heaven, and Zeguo, a water town, plays a powerful sound. After listening for a long time and getting familiar with it, you can tell that the rain is tinkling like spring water, which is the music playing on the glass skylight; Rough, it is the drum beat on the corrugated. The raindrops are gently heavy, slowly and earnestly playing on my clear heart lake, with fine ripples. So far, I have always thought that this is the most beautiful and pure natural symphony I have ever heard! The rain came quickly and went quickly, and often a piece of music was forgotten, leaving mother's fine and dense stitches on her clothes.

⑥ In my memory, the skylight of the old house is always accompanied by my mother's figure; Now, it often comes to my mind, and some details are still so clear. Perhaps the memory of early life is the root of a person's life!

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1. What did the article write about maternal love around the skylight? (4 points)

2. Taste two underlined sentences in the text and answer the questions as required. (4 points)

(1) Appreciate the following sentences. (2 points)

The raindrops are gently heavy, slowly and hurriedly playing on my clear heart lake, with fine ripples.

(2) Explain the meaning of the following sentence. (2 points)

Maybe the memory of early life is the root of one's life!

3. talk about the function of the article with the title of "skylight". (4 points)

4. The following mistakes in understanding and analyzing the article are () (3 points)

A. The small skylight on the other side of the old house is accompanied by my mother's figure, which makes me feel many unspeakable beauty.

B. In the second section, the singing of cicadas, the cheerfulness of frogs and the softness of the stars and the moon are selected to vividly depict a charming summer night picture.

C. in the third section, "the cool wind glides through the body", the word "slippery" not only describes the softness of the wind, but also shows the warmth of maternal love.

D. The article blends scenes, and through the comparative description of the rain scene and the moon scene, it expresses the attachment and sadness of "I" to my childhood life.

Read the article Prison Green (excerpt) and answer the questions. (narrative)

① I live in an apartment in Beiping. ..... On the south wall of this room, there is a small round window with a diameter of about one foot. The window is round, but it is embedded with a hexagonal glass, and the lower left corner is broken, leaving a big hole, and the hand can be inserted and extended at will. Ivy grows outside the round window. When the sun shines through its dense branches and leaves and penetrates into my room, there is a green shadow. I chose this room because I was glad of this green shadow. When the guys in the apartment carried my suitcase and led me to this room, I caught a glimpse of the green shadow and felt a kind of joy, so I decided without hesitation, which surprised everyone in the apartment.

② I am sitting in front of my window happily. Spent a month, two months, I miss this piece of green. I began to understand the joy of crossing the desert to see the oasis, and I began to understand the joy of sailing adventurers to see the stems and leaves of flowers floating on the sea. People grow in nature, and green is the color of nature.

③ I watch the growth of ivy in the window every day. See how it stretches its soft tendrils and clings to a rope or a dead branch that leads it; See how it unfolds its folded tender leaves, turns green and grows old. I watch its slender veins and tender buds carefully. I hope it will grow fast and green with the help of seedlings. When it rains, I love its pattering sound and dancing.

a selfish idea suddenly touched me. I reached out my hand from the broken window, brought two soft strips rich in slurry into my room, and taught them to stretch on my book case, so that green was closer and more intimate with me. I decorate my humble room with green, and decorate my depressed mood. I want to use green to compare lush love and happiness, and I want to use green to compare gloomy years. I imprisoned this green like a bird, asking it to sing silently for me. The green branch hangs in front of my desk. It still stretches, still climbs, still Frank Shu, and grows faster than outside. I seem to have found a kind of "joy of life", which is more than any kind of joy. ......

(5) But every morning, when I get up to watch this imprisoned "green friend", its tip always points out of the window. Even a thin leaf and a tendril are all in the original direction. How stubborn plants are! It doesn't understand my caress and my kindness to it. I am unhappy about this plant that always grows towards the sun, because it hurts my self-esteem. But I tied it, and still let the weak branches hang in front of my case.

⑥ it gradually loses its green color, becomes soft green, becomes light yellow, and its branches become thin and delicate, like a sick child. .....

5. In the author's eyes, what are the characteristics of green branches? Write two of them and illustrate them with examples. (4 points)

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8. The following statement is inaccurate (). (3 points) < P > A. Paragraph (1) "When the guys in the apartment carried my suitcase and led me to this room, I caught a glimpse of the green shadow and felt a kind of joy, so I decided without hesitation, which surprised all the guys in the apartment." This sentence reflects the depth of my love for green from the side.

B. The first sentence of paragraph (4) "Suddenly a selfish idea touched me" is a transitional sentence, which plays a connecting role in the structure.

C. "I decorate my humble room with green, and I am too depressed." One sentence uses anthropomorphic rhetoric to write the reason why the author likes green.

D. "It gradually loses its green color and becomes soft green and light yellow." This sentence delicately describes the change of the color of the ivy, and truly reflects the author's impatience and love for the fading green of the ivy.

how many roses are there? Ding Limei

(1) likes that rose bush.

(2) 3 to 4 meters away from my residence, lying on the courtyard wall of others. I regard it as a flower given to us by nature. Every time I stand on the balcony and look down a little, I can enjoy it. At this time, flowers bloom. At first, it was just one or two inconspicuous flowers, hiding among the green leaves, wearing plain makeup and smiling faintly. Sharp-eyed, I found it and cried with joy, ah, the rose is in bloom. I appreciate its dribs and drabs, and the days have become the days of roses, and I hope to move forward with great hope.

(3) Also look at people passing by rosa multiflora. Some people walk in a hurry, others walk calmly; Some people just pass by, while others come and go every day.

(4) after reading it for a long time, some people become old acquaintances. For example, the old man who carries sugar. The old man was dressed in indigo, thin and dark, like a man coming out of an old painting. His sugar burden is definitely like an old painting: a plaque is placed at each end of the burden, and an old gong is hung on its head. The old man was holding a wooden stick and knocking as he walked, clang, clang. It provoked many passers-by to follow the sound and find it, and immediately smiled on their faces. Ah! I exclaimed, it turned out to be a candy seller.

[5] Yes! It is stove candy lying in the plaque. Milky yellow, like a big moon. It's a long time ago, it's the sweetness of poverty. At that time, the peddlers who carried the sugar burden went from village to village, tempting the children and bringing them happiness and joy. As soon as they heard the gong ring, the children rushed into the house and took out the junk that had been prepared early, which was some junk and waste paper and old shoes, in exchange for a small piece of stove candy in their palms. Stick out your tongue and lick it carefully. The sweetness in your palm fills your heart up one by one.

[6] Now, every afternoon, the old people's sugar carriers pass by the rosa multiflora on time. Many people gathered around to buy, men and women, old and young, some people bought memories, and some people bought exotic-this authentic handmade stove candy is rare.

once, I got into the habit. After lunch, I would run to the balcony and stand, partly to see the roses and partly to wait for the old man's gong to ring. Dangdang, Dangdang-OK, here we go! The wait finally fell to the ground. Sometimes, I will run downstairs, follow the sound of his gong, buy five yuan of stove candy and eat it slowly when I come back.

⑻ chat with him. "Old man!" He didn't get angry when I called him that, ha ha laugh. "Don't run so fast, I can't catch up." I ran through the clump of rosa multiflora, stood in front of his sugar bear, and said something breathlessly. The old man replied to me unhurriedly: "There are people waiting to buy it elsewhere."

⑼ ancestors used to make stove candy. This kind of business, he started at the age of 14 and did it for more than 5 years. Congenital disability, broken fingers, two hands together, only four and a half fingers. But he became a relative because of the kitchen candy, and his woman married him because she liked to eat the kitchen candy he made. They have a daughter, who doesn't make candy, who works as a tailor, and who is married.

⑽ "This stove candy is almost gone." The old man said, his tone was not necessarily so sad.

⑾ "Why haven't I seen you before?"

⑿ "I sold it elsewhere before."

[13] "Oh, that's sweet for people from other places." When I said this, the old man laughed. He knocked down two pieces of kitchen candy and gave it to me. The milky yellow moon is missing its mouth. He knocked on the gong and went on, clang, clang. Knocked on people's hearts, rose flowers, opened.

[14] One day, I took my camera to photograph rosa multiflora. The old man's sugar-laden son just came unsteadily, and I asked, "Take a picture with these flowers." The old man was stupefied, smiled at me and said, "I've never taken a photo except for my identity photo." He just stood with the burden of sugar on his shoulders, and behind him, the flowers on the wall were laughing. I took a good picture and showed him him him and rosa multiflora on the camera screen. He glanced at it and smiled. Pick up the wooden stick on your hand, clang, clang, clang like this, and slowly walk away. Rosa multiflora and I watched him. I think of Liu Yun's ode to the Rose in the Southern Dynasties: "If you don't shake the incense, you will be in chaos, and you will fly without wind." Rosa multiflora in the poem, I am light and fragrant, casual and natural, and I don't expect or demand anything. The best state of life should be the same.

9. What is the character of an old man who carries sugar? (3 points)

1. Taste two underlined sentences in the text and answer the questions as required. (5 points)

(1) Appreciate sentences. (3 points)

At first, it was just one or two inconspicuous flowers, hiding among the green leaves, wearing plain makeup and smiling faintly.

what's good about the word "sweet" in sentence (2)? (2 points)

Oh, that's sweet for people from other places.