Excuse me: What kind of person is Grandpa?

Grandpa is a calm, decisive and strong person. It is divided into "calm and calm" and "resolute and strong", which means right.

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There is a winding rubber river behind my house, and it goes northeast for about seven miles along the high bank. Then you come to a barren grassland of thousands of acres in Fiona Fang. Every summer, grandpa will go there to mow the grass. My grandfather's sickle is sharpened quickly and his mowing skill is high. The cut grass is clean and not sloppy. The first time I went to mow the grass with my grandfather was just one day after my seventh birthday. The top of the dike is a gray path, and both sides of the road are covered with weeds. The pressure of pedestrians' feet made them cringe, but they were still alive. Grandpa's footsteps are light and quiet. He walks slowly and can't hear footsteps. Spike ears of corn in the field, sword-shaped corn Ye Er, newly exposed sorghum ears, and sturdy millet tails are all hidden in the fog. On the Ye Er, on the green grass by the river, bright dewdrops hung and trembled slightly, greeting me. Reagan was silent on the field, and Grandpa sang casually: A Ma Chong broke the real armor and killed the hero in the world with one shot. A bowl of wine dispels three generations of grievances, and a penny stumps the heroes of the world ... Grandpa's tragic and desolate singing slowly crawls in the empty wilderness. Listening to the singing, I feel that I have suddenly grown up, and my childhood seems to have disappeared on this gray river bank full of weeds. He took me to find the old thatch, which has less water and is steep. Animals like to eat it. Grandpa was holding a big sickle, and I grabbed a small sickle and squatted in front of a thatched house. "See how I cut. Grandpa showed it to me. " He didn't teach me seriously, so he bowed his head and mowed the grass after a few strokes. His posture of mowing grass is beautiful and his movements are rhythmic. I tried to cut it several times. I am tired and bored. I dropped my sickle and chased birds and grasshoppers. I don't know when, the supreme was shrouded in large black clouds. I helped grandpa load the grass into the car, which looked like a hill. The levee twists and turns, just out of the road, and the dark clouds completely cover the sun. There is no boundary between heaven and earth, and I feel an inexplicable fear. Looking back at grandpa, grandpa's face is dull and expressionless. The leaves of the crops under the river bank suddenly moved, but there was no sound. There are also smooth waves in the river, and there is no sound. Very high and far away, there seems to be a voice that is not found in the world. The sky and the earth turned purple, with a pungent smell of hay, bitter taste of Artemisia annua and faint aroma of Chrysanthemum indicum. A black, indomitable spiritual pillar appeared in front of us, which was rapidly rotating and coming towards us, followed by a dull, thunderous snoring. "Grandpa, what is that?" "the wind." Grandpa said flatly, "son, pull the cart hard." Say that finish, he bent down. We got into the wind and couldn't hear anything, but we felt two bus palms slapping our ears and the eardrums buzzing. The crops under the embankment fell like soldiers under orders. Grandpa holds the handlebar with both hands, and his back is stretched like a bow. His legs were nailed to the riverbank like nails, and his muscles bulged like roots. The wind pulled out the half-dry and half-wet thatch on the car and lifted it up, and the car city shivered. Grandpa's legs began to tremble and sweat ran down his back. The setting sun is quietly exposed, and the river is red like cold molten iron. The crops are slowly growing straight. Ye Zhu maintained a posture as tall and straight as a bronze statue. I shouted, "Grandpa, the wind has passed." He got out of the car slowly and tried to keep his waist straight. I saw his fingers curled up and couldn't straighten. The wind swept away all the grass in our car. No, there is still a grass stuck in the tenon joint of the cross beam. I held it up for grandpa to see. This is an ordinary old thatch. I don't know if it is red or green. "Grandpa, there is only one grass left." I'm a little sorry to say. "It's getting dark. Let's go. " Grandpa said, bending down and pushing the car up. I walked with my grandfather for a while with the grass in my arms, and then threw it into the pale yellow twilight under the embankment. (Selected from Germination,No. 1, 20 13, with deletion)

18. Mo Yan said, "I am a storyteller." Please summarize the main content of this article in concise language. Points). (3 19. Answer questions as required. Points) (4

(1) "Grandpa's tragic and desolate song crawls slowly in the open wilderness" ... What is the function of the word "climb" in central Yunnan? (2 points)

(2) Taste the beauty of "drilling" in the sentence "We got into the wind".

20. Look at the following three paragraphs and talk about what kind of person Grandpa is. Points) (4

(1) "Grandpa, what's that?" "the wind." Grandpa said flatly, "son, pull the cart hard." Say that finish, he bent down.

(2) Grandpa holds the handlebar with both hands, and his back is stretched like a bow. His legs are nailed to the river bank like nails, and the muscles on his legs protrude like roots.

(3) "Grandpa, there is only one grass left." I'm a little sorry to say. "It's getting dark. Let's go. " Grandpa said, bending down and pushing the car up.

2 1. The line drawn in this paper describes the situation before the gale comes. Please enjoy it briefly. Points) (3

22. What is the role of the character "I" in the novel? (4 points)

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18. Grandpa and "I"-get up and mow the grass; Encounter a strong wind; Fight against strong winds. (3) Answer three points.

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(1) figuratively speaking, grandpa's singing is deep and powerful, and the rhythm is slow. Deep and Powerful and Slow Rhythm each got 1. 、

(2) Writing about the strength of the wind shows the courage of grandparents and grandchildren in the face of strong winds. Point, every point 1 point) (2

20.(4 points) Grandpa is a calm, resolute and strong person. It is divided into "calm and calm" and "resolute and strong", which means right. 、

2 1.(3 points) describes the natural reaction before the gale from the perspectives of vision, hearing and smell; Words are accurate, vivid and changeable. Angle 2 points, "vision", "hearing" and "smell" can write two of them; Language l points.

22.(4 points) Tell stories in the tone of "I" to enhance the sense of reality; Set off the image of grandpa through the words and deeds of "I" before and after the gale; Showing the deep affection between grandparents and grandchildren, grandpa cares about and cares for "me", and "I" loves and relies on grandpa.

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