Give me some questions about extracurricular reading in grade six, urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent.

In China, most people have a birth name, also known as a nickname. This is a permanent mark made by adults for children. It records people's thoughts and emotions. This kind of sustenance and yearning of adults will accompany children for life.

My real name is this. What do you mean when adults call me "heart trouble"? I went to school, and I can't find this solution. My parents said it was my grandparents. One day after school, my soft-hearted grandmother opened her mouth under my questioning.

"Your name is heart disaster," she said, pointing to her chest. "You have a heart attack, a heart attack!" "How can it be these two words?" I thought about it and didn't say it. Grandma pulled me to her side with a startled expression and gently stroked my head. Suddenly, her eyes flashed with a rare light of grief and indignation, and her teeth seemed to be biting, saying, "This has to start with your birth. You were born when the devils entered the village. "

"It was just dawn that day (1943 65438+10.8), and someone outside shouted,' Here comes the devil, the devil has entered the village'! What a bolt from the blue! The evil Japanese devils came out of the stronghold and caught them all! The little devil is an animal and has no humanity! There are' three lights' everywhere (robbing, killing and burning)! How can the devil who should have been cut to pieces come at this time! You should be born. Only your mother and I are at home. I'm afraid your life will be ruined by the little devil, and I'm even more afraid that something will happen to your mother in the next month. I heard that the devil came in from the east of the village. Your mother is nervous and scared, and I am more nervous. You fell to the ground because you were nervous and unprepared. What should I do? The Japanese can do anything! We have to run! Anyway, you have to hide in the cemetery in the wild. But1February, what should your mother do if she catches a cold? I'm really afraid of both sides. But reasoning, step by step, first avoid the bayonet of the devil. I used my quick wits, but there was nothing I could do. I quickly branded two thick and big oil cakes, wrapped them in steamed bread, and let your mother have one on her chest and one on her back, and then tied them with a belt. Use it to resist the cold in the wild in December, and also use it to satisfy hunger. That's it. We held you and froze in the cemetery for a day and a night. I didn't go home until I saw the Japanese carrying grain and driving cattle. I knew it was over. Fortunately, you survived. But your mother has been in trouble ever since. "

Grandma was out of breath when she said this. She said in a questioning tone: "When do I remember my heart shaking and my throat burning? I live in my own home, and the Japanese have room for the Japanese. Why do they bully at our door? " Why are there such robbers and demons in the world? Why doesn't anyone rule these beasts and animals? "

Grandma took a breath and said to me, "son, you really made a big mistake!" " When I came to this world, I met robbers and demons from the beginning! Almost killed you. You are a disaster in the womb! I don't know how to eliminate this disaster. It is said that if you want to eliminate the disaster in your heart, you must speak out and stay in the light. People often shout around and the disaster disappears. I gave you a nickname' Heart Disaster'! This disaster of my grandson is also a disaster of my whole family. I will never forget it in my life, and I told you never to forget it. "

The tragic story that happened when I was a child can no longer be clearly retained in my memory. However, grandma's account of the origin of my birth name has been and will always be the most profound memory in my life.

1. What is grandma's intention to give me the nickname "Heart Disaster"? (3 points)

2. The plot of the fourth paragraph can be divided into five stages. The first and second stages are summarized as follows. Please fill in the plot of the middle three stages with phrases according to the content of the article. (3 points)

I heard that the devil entered the village → () → () → () → See the devil go home from the village.

3. Contact the full text and answer the following questions according to the requirements of underlined words in the text. (4 points)

(1) "A rare light of grief and indignation suddenly appeared in my eyes, and my teeth seemed to be broken ..." What thoughts and feelings did Grandma express?

(2) What is the expressive function of the words added in this sentence, "Grandma has been breathless here ..."? ?

(b) Silent love is like a mountain.

I'm afraid of my father. He really hit me. Looking at him with wide eyes, he approached step by step, but did not dare to hide. He tightened his muscles and waited, so he slapped him and his head snorted. ...

Sometimes it's another look, like going to the fields. He said in front without looking back, "Sing me a song." I sang in the back imitating the face painted on the stage. He said, "Don't sing nonsense." I said, "You sing a song." He sang, "I shouldn't, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough.

There is a big Yixing pot in my home. When I came back from the field, I made a teapot. My father was so happy that he forced us to drink it. We say "forced" because we prefer cold water to tea. "Come here, drink! How fragrant it is to relieve summer heat. Do you want to drink? I want to be beaten! "

We often go to see temples together. The word "see the temple", a word, was invented by my father. Visiting the temple is to look at the murals in the temple, which broadens my horizons and is also a way to cultivate my painting, which is a bit like visiting an art exhibition hall or gallery now. My father is an old farmer, but he thought of it with the literati.

After breakfast, my father put the dung basket on his shoulder, picked up the dung fork and said, "Let's go and see the temple." Mom said, "No digging today?" Father said, "Let's talk about it when we come back." In this "come back and talk" space, we visited many temples. Temples are large and small, far and near. It is three or five miles near, and it is more than ten miles away. Going once is dozens of miles. We have visited almost all the temples in Tangyi County.

Father also commented on the murals in the temple. He pointed to the sea water where the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and said, "Look at this water, it seems to be shaking." He touched the wall with his hand and said, "This wall is flat. Looking further away, isn't it bumpy? " In fact, it looks sloppy now, which is nothing more than an illusion caused by repeated overlapping arcs. What my father appreciates most is "eight broken paintings", a broken fan, a broken envelope, a broken book and a broken glasses case ... He is careful when buying grain in the market, just like twisting and chewing grain. The cat leaned down, touched the picture, scratched a corner of the envelope, looked at it from a distance, looked at it carefully, sighed and said, "It seems to be really burnt." I was surprised when he pointed it out. Finally, it will always be an old saying: "Look hard and remember well."

/kloc-was admitted to junior high school when he was 0/2 years old. My school is in Liaocheng, which is more than 5 kilometers away from home/kloc-0. After the fifteenth day of the first month, school will begin. On the way after breakfast, my father came out with me carrying a dung basket. Although he didn't speak, I knew he was seeing me off. Walk out of 10 km and see Liaocheng Gu Lou. He said, "Soon, you go." At this time, there is no one in the wilderness, only the cold snow, a touch of white sunshine and a few crows in the distance. Seeing my father carrying a dung basket, I wanted to turn around and chase him.

After that, I took part in the work. According to the old family, anyone who eats public meals is a "cadre." I seldom go home. In a flash, it is more than ten years, about 1960. My father came to Tianjin to see me. I said, "Let's eat a Goubuli steamed stuffed bun on the street today, and then take you to the art exhibition." He asked me what an art exhibition was, but I couldn't say a word or two clearly. I mentioned one thing before: "Didn't you often take me to see the temple when I was a child?" It's similar to visiting a temple. "

As soon as I walked past the persuasion field, I turned around and saw him bending down to pick up cigarette butts from the ground. I shouted, "throw them away! You are not too dirty. " He quickly threw away the cigarette butt, and his eyes were full of confusion and fear. This makes me sad. What makes my father afraid of me? Instead, I want to see my father's eyes wide open when he slapped me when I was a child.

1. This paper selects touching details to write the deep imprint left by "father" on the road of "I" growth. Please use the most concise sentences to summarize which childhood life fragments the author mainly describes. (3 points)

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2. "Father" is a person with complicated personality. Please illustrate his personality characteristics from one aspect. (3 points)

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Please tell me what the underlined sentences in the text do. (2 points)

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(3) Wang Liu Zhuang

(1) Many people know about Golmud, the king of Liuzhuang, through my pen. However, who knows that Golmud City began in Wangliuzhuang, when the first willow tree was planted in Wangliuzhuang, and who knows the story of a general sowing spring in the snowy Gobi.

(2) Fifty years ago, in the early spring, the wind and sand that filled the wasteland of Kunlun roared past with snow grains and stones, and Golmud was in chaos. Where is spring?

A soldier is knocking at Golmud's hibernation door with a willow in his hand: wake up, I want to change your new clothes! He shoveled the earth with a spade, and when he shoveled it down, he dug a pot-shaped pit in the sand, in which Golmud planted the first tree. This soldier is General Mu Zhongsheng, the commander-in-chief who built the Qinghai-Tibet Highway.

(4) When the road construction team left Xining and passed Huangyuan County, Mu bought one hundred willow saplings. He said to his entourage: "We want to be the first generation of Golmud people, and we want to take root and settle down in Golmud. Only when people and trees take root together can they be firmly rooted! "

⑤ One hundred saplings were planted around the tent just set up. One * * * two large areas, willow planted separately. The next year, these seedlings took root and sprouted, and the green leaves dyed the Gobi Desert green, which made people dizzying. The general named these two Woods "Wangliuzhuang" and "Shade Tree" respectively.

Until now, the first time I saw Wang Liuzhuang is still vivid. That afternoon, I returned to Golmud from Lhasa on duty. As soon as I drove around the island, my car broke down. I couldn't stand the relentless tearing of the oncoming wind and sand, so I went to the road and stood under the eaves of a row of bungalows. I looked up, and there were three big red letters written on the square brick on the lintel, "Looking at Liu Zhuang". Just then, I found a tree seedling lying on the beach in front of the bungalow. These are willows planted by the general, and some of them have been buried in the sand. These trees stand between the breeze and spring breeze in winter and endure the test of sandstorm. It is not easy for them to bid farewell to the cold winter. It is also difficult for the road to usher in spring. In my feeling, they are strong people. At this time, the Kunlun wasteland suddenly became cordial, and my eyes seemed to be covered with trees and flowers everywhere.

The sandstorm is still so big, but it will never blow away the spring world in my heart.

Today, I heard that when the sandstorm stopped, Mu and his comrades-in-arms lifted the fallen saplings and reclaimed the soil. While cleaning up the mess, he said to everyone, "Blow it down once, and we will help it once. Blow it a hundred times and help it a hundred times until it can stand firmly on the beach. "

Pet-name ruby is another hot afternoon, I saw a group of people standing silently in front of a grave on the Gobi desert not far from Wangliuzhuang, and the air was frozen. Buried who? I wonder in my heart.

Attending to find out the truth afterwards. Three willows died in King Liu Zhuang. Mu Zhongsheng held three dead willows in his hand and studied them several times. Finally, he said, "After all, they have been green for Saager, and they are meritorious ministers. They should be buried on the beach and a funeral should be held. " So this mound-the unique willow tomb appeared. The dead trees on the Gobi desert have not been forgotten, and Golmud people often water the mounds. No one thought of it. The water that people spilled intentionally or unintentionally awakened the dead willow. The next summer, a bud appeared on the mound. That bud looks the same every day. From small to large, from low to high ...

⑾ After a dead willow tree, I live more smartly and strongly. The leaves of blue iron are vigorous, and the thick brown branches store strength. The wind has been blowing it, flying sand hit its face, it does not retreat, still standing in the cold winter. (2)

Time goes by year by year. There are more and more willows and bigger trees in front of Wang Liu Zhuang. Willow forest, dense shade ...

(13) Shortly after the Qinghai-Tibet Highway was opened to Lhasa, Marshal Peng came to Golmud and lived in Wangliuzhuang. Mu told Mr. Peng that he would be buried in Golmud a hundred years later, so that he could see Kunlun Mountain every day. I can give up everything in my life except Golmud and Kunlun Mountain.

(14)1994 101810, General Mu died in Lanzhou at the age of 84. On October 28th, 65438/KLOC-0, the general's children escorted his ashes and set foot on the land of Kunlun Mountain. ...

(15) With the ashes of the general sprinkled into the sky, the Kunlun Mountain suddenly snowed all over the sky, and the world was white!

(16) At this moment, the snow-covered Wangliuzhuang is particularly solemn and sacred. ...

(Author: Wang Zongren's original text is long and has been deleted)

[Note] Golmud: It is now the second largest city in Qinghai Province, and has been named as "China Excellent Tourist City" by the state.

1. This article tells the story of General Mu. Please complete the following contents in concise language according to the main plot of the story. (2 points)

; The general led everyone to protect the tree; ; The general is with the tree.

2. In the fifth paragraph of Selected Works, Mu named these two Woods Wangliuzhuang and Shade Tree respectively. Please tell me what the name expresses the general's wish according to the context. (3 points)

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3. Make good use of rhetoric and vivid words. Please choose one of the two underlined places in the text to enjoy. (3 points)

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According to the relevant plot in the article, tell me what kind of person the general is.

(4) Winter has passed.

Memories in the rough are the most unforgettable. That winter, my brother suffered from acute nephritis. So, my father scraped together some money and went to the township health center for treatment with his brother on his back every day. It's freezing and snowing, and it's still difficult to walk empty-handed, what's more, my father has to carry his teenage brother over more than 20 miles of mountains. I accidentally fell into the snow pit several times, and my father slowly climbed up with his brother on his back. The cold wind came, and my brother was afraid of freezing. My father took off his cotton-padded jacket and wrapped it around his brother. For months on end. One day, I followed my father as a helper. When he came back, his father put his brother on his back, sat on a stone by the roadside and looked at Shan Ye. His snow was melting and turning gray. He murmured, "Winter is almost over."

(2) I have always been sensible, and it seems that I suddenly walked into my father's heart. Yes, the winter covered with snow and ice is harsh for poor families. Children's winter clothes to keep out the cold, firewood for heating at home, and meals for the whole family all hurt their parents' hearts. This season, they light themselves like firewood and keep us warm around. How I long for winter to pass quickly. Looking at his father sitting wearily on the cold rock, people have given birth to many white hairs in middle age. This scene is permanently etched in my mind.

It is still a winter. One morning, I dawdled away from school, and the meal ticket was used up the day before yesterday. There was no rice at home, so I had to carry it back to school to change it. The classmate who lent me the meal ticket is also in financial straits. Therefore, I can't go to school today, not only because my stomach can't get rid of it, but also because I can't face my classmates who have helped me. Father learned that his throat wriggled, put his hand on his head and said, "Go to school first, I won't let you starve."

Sure enough, my father arrived at school with a bag of rice at noon. He walked heavily in the snow in winter, and he could hear his breathing from a distance. I followed him and tried to help him several times, but he refused: "No, you are too young to carry it." Looking at my father's bent waist, my nose suddenly turned sour. Later, I learned that my father borrowed this bag of rice from several relatives and went out at dawn. After weighing the meal in the canteen, my father handed me the meal ticket: "Go buy food, I'm hungry." I asked my father to accompany me to dinner, but he refused, saying that he would go back, and it was 30 miles away from home. After a few steps, he turned around again, reached for a button I had loosened, and said to me, "Hold on, winter is almost over." I saw my father's hand buttoning my button shaking slightly. My nose is sour and I don't know what to say. I nodded at him. Watching my father walk to the school gate, I suddenly saw a white stain on his shoulder, which was the ash he left when he was carrying the rice bag just now. I opened my mouth to stop him and help him film it. He's gone. ...

Father is not a literate person and can't say anything profound. But muttering "Winter is almost over" is better than any poem I have ever read.

When I went back to my hometown last Spring Festival, it snowed again. At noon, the eaves dripped into the water in the sun. Looking out of the house, my father knelt down and shouted to all his grandchildren, "It's sunny, let's go out and play. Winter has passed. " My father's words made me deeply moved at once. Today's life has completely bid farewell to "winter". Compared with when I was a child, spring is not too much to describe the four seasons, but the experience of "wintering" taught by my father impressed me deeply. With this experience, you actually have a kind of power. Thank you, father.

(Selected from "Reading Books for Middle School Students" in August 2003)

1 Summarize the two things detailed in this article with no more than 10 respectively. (2 points)

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2. According to the understanding of the main idea of the article, complete the following questions. (3 points)

(1) Write the meaning of "Winter is almost over": _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

(2) Write the meaning of "Winter is over": _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Please draw the best description fragment in the text with ""and say what is good below. (3 points)

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4. Tell me about your understanding of the meaning of the sentence "treat yourself as light as firewood" in the second section.

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