High School Entrance Exam Questions Link List
01 Lijiang Charm
02 There are still flowers blooming under the pen
03 Brush Li
High School Entrance Examination Real Questions Link 1
01 A Drop of Water
02 Born in Pieces of Butterfly Clothes
03 Remembering Old Friends in Spring
04 The Song of the Bicycle
05 Grandma’s Hosta
06 The Last Ivy Leaf
High School Entrance Exam Questions Link 1
The Grace of a Drop< /p>
The purple-red sky gradually turned dark. I held the mulberry stick and walked alone on the mountain road.
I came to this place on the market bus to look for the ancient pagoda that is said to stand in the nearby fields. When I found the remaining white ancient pagoda in the green wheat field in the unfamiliar countryside and returned to the small street where I got off the bus earlier, the market had already dispersed.
I was disappointed by the answer of the old woman wrapped in rice cakes in front of the jelly noodle stall on the street corner: "The buses will be gone after one o'clock in the afternoon. If you arrive earlier, you can still take the truck that sets up the stall."< /p>
At this moment, there are no cars left.
"Stay there for one night and take a ride tomorrow morning." The old woman pointed to a wooden building opposite with the name "Yingbin Hotel" and said to me.
But I have to rush back anyway, as I have something to do tomorrow morning.
It’s no problem to walk more than thirty miles, but I don’t know the way back at all.
The old woman pointed me to go eastward along this road, and I could walk back without taking any side roads. "Be careful, there are snakes in the mountains this season." She cut off a mulberry branch and handed it to me.
Thunder pressed heavily from afar, and lightning tore a dazzling crack in the dark clouds on the horizon.
As I walked, I looked to see if there was any passing car that I could take a ride on. A truck roared up the hillside. I waved as hard as I could, and the truck sped past me.
In the valley at the foot of the mountain, dim lights shine through the windows of several houses. The thunder is getting closer and closer, and the heavy rain will pour down at no time. I had to hurry up and worry about the snake suddenly emerging from the grass on the side of the road.
Finally another small tow truck came over, and this time I stopped it. Unexpectedly, the driver would be that person.
Last summer in Mashan, one day when the gathering was about to end, I was wandering on the street and saw him.
At that time, he was leaning against the earth wall in disheveled clothes, with a long beard and disheveled hair, looking down and out. There was no begging bowl in front of him, but I was sure that he must be thirsty and hungry.
There was a tea stall a few steps away. I went to buy a glass of water and a piece of cake and handed it to him. His dull eyes did not shine with my enthusiasm, and he devoured it without even raising his eyes. "It's almost time to leave. You should go wherever you want to go." I persuaded him casually and walked away.
A few months passed, and although the man in front of me was neat and energetic, I still recognized him.
"Going to Mashan?" I asked anxiously.
"Going to Mashan?" He hesitated for a while and let me get in the car.
The small trailer was bumping, and the red highlights of his burning cigarette flickered on and off.
"Are you from Mashan?" he asked.
"No, I am a trainee there."
He was a little disappointed: "I once met a Mashan man. He was a really good person."
"Have you been to Mashan?"
"Yes."
The topic was discontinued, and in the darkness, he seemed to smile. It started to rain, with heavy raindrops tapping on the car window.
He suddenly said: "I feel embarrassed talking about that time I went to Mashan. At that time, I lost my bet and lost everything. I was kicked out and lived in Mashan. Someone gave me water to drink. , give me something to eat, but it’s a pity that I don’t recognize her. Otherwise, I should really thank her.”
“Is it just for that person to give you some water and food?”
He looked at me disdainfully: "You don't understand. At that time, I was so disheartened and ashamed to go home. She advised me, 'It's almost time to leave, and you should go wherever you are going.' I listened to her advice. , went home. I never gambled again. I’m really grateful to her. If it weren’t for her words, I don’t know what would have happened now.
”
I couldn’t hide the joy in my heart. I didn’t expect that little thing would help him so much.
He didn’t recognize me. I decided not to mention seeing him in poverty. It’s me. Everyone has dignity, and I want him to have the complete joy and pride of helping others.
“I am also very grateful to you. I'm still getting soaked in the rain on the mountain road! "
He was really happy after hearing this: "Actually, you don't have to thank me. If you want to thank, just thank the person who gave me water. After that time, I realized how much people sometimes need help from others. ”
“Ma Shan is here! "He stopped the car.
"Thank you. Get out of the car and have a cup of hot tea and take a rest." "
While reversing the car, he said: "I still have to rush back to transport the goods - originally, my car could not reach Mashan. "
The test question is related to the full text and briefly analyzes the beauty of the ending. (4 points)
Answer
① Point out that he made a special trip to send "me" on a rainy night , which highlights his kindness and love and makes the character image more vivid.
② Highlights the theme of reciprocating kindness and giving back to the society.
③The story. This ending is unexpected and reasonable, and is more artistically expressive.
④ It ends abruptly, leaving room for aftertaste. (The meaning is correct. 1 point, * **4 points)
Second High School Entrance Exam Questions Link 2
Pianpiandieyisheng
Bracelet Ears
① That day in leisure, alone I was walking around Gulangyu Island. The crowds of tourists flocked to Qindao. I could hear the chaotic sounds of footsteps and the shouts from all over the world. I felt anxious in the midst of the noise. And uneasy.
② As I walked, a few touches of blue appeared in the green bushes in front of me. They are inconspicuous. If there were not so many flowers, I might really ignore them. But I was tired of the noisy crowd and was attracted by the faint blue.
③I walked among the flowers and looked carefully. When you look at it, the blue flowers look like butterfly fairies, which is stunning at first glance. It is winter, and their four petals bloom in pairs, just like a group of dancing blue butterflies, vivid and lively when the breeze blows. Fluttering in the wind, the faint fragrance floats, refreshing. The blue flowers are blown by the breeze, and the flowers are no different from the butterflies in blue.
④ With the help of mobile phone search, it turns out that this flower has its real name. It's the blue butterfly. I marvel at the wonder of the Creator who has decorated such a small flower so beautifully. Its opposite leaves, symmetrical blooming petals on both sides, and slender stamens like butterfly antennae are all. Beautiful and lovely. In this slightly cold southern winter, this butterfly flower stands quietly in one place. The flower is not a flower, and the butterfly is not a butterfly. It is like a group of butterfly fairies, wearing a light blue thin shirt. It is so pitiful. !
⑤ I wandered in this basket-colored sea of ??flowers, thinking of Du Fu's song "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers", of the nostalgic butterflies among the fragrant flowers, and of the free and joyful oriole. After experiencing the chaos, he chose a thatched cottage in the western suburbs as a place to stay. In the spring season, he walked alone by the river to enjoy the flowers. Isn't it because of his contentment and love for life?
⑥The butterfly flowers in front of me grow on the grassland of Gulangyu Island, which is rarely visited by people. They bloom with little blue in the green bushes. They are not as dazzling as the delicate and brilliant bougainvillea, nor are they hanging on the branches. The mandala is so tall, not as elegant as the pink albizia, and not as charming as the rose. They are born like butterflies, growing in the flowers, flying among the green leaves, and flying on the moist grass.
⑦I often think, aren’t the flowers in this world the same as ordinary people? People have human nature, and flowers have flower nature. Some people are born unwilling to live in desolation. Even if there are immigrants in this land, they cannot escape the fate of "withering"; some people are content with their blessings and do not try to compare themselves with others. Even if they grow up in the countryside, they are still upright. Take this blue butterfly, for example, which is small and grows in moist hillside grass. It is neither vulgar nor flattering, showing itself to others with its noble and pure color, blooming silently amidst a light fragrance.
⑧As the sun sets, more and more people are walking towards the pier. I linger among the flowers and am happy to encounter this flower. Their graceful appearance and dense clumps of charm will bloom in my dreams forever.
The test question briefly analyzes the role of the last paragraph of the article in the full text. (4 points)
Answer
Structurally, follow the beginning and summarize the whole text.
In terms of content, the sublimation theme expresses the appreciation and pursuit of the beautiful blue butterfly flower, which is neither vulgar nor flattering, and has a righteous and upright quality.
High School Entrance Exam Questions Link 3
Remembering Old Friends in Spring
Gao Hongshi
①In spring, the first flowers rush in front of the leaves The sky and the earth are opening up; the willow branches on the riverside are shaking their heads and turning green proudly; the lawn grass is visible from a distance but not there. It is working overtime day and night, growing rapidly, and everything is green even from a distance.
② From caterpillars all over the place to green leaves on the branches, the poplar tree finally became a decent tree with a proud face, and it only took a short time to close the eyes and then open them again.
⑧The first half of spring is a bit flustered and incoherent, but it slows down by Qingming Festival. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. Although the rain may not be clear and the sight may not be clear, the old car that squeaks and groans has finally arrived at the important stop of Qingming Festival.
④When I was listening to the radio that day, "The Temple of Earth and I" was playing, I couldn't help but think of the author of the article, Shi Tiesheng, who had been gone for six or seven years. He and I were jumping in line together on the loess land. I was in Yanchang, and he was in Yanchuan. The two counties were next to each other, and we didn’t know each other when we were jumping in line. At the beginning of the new literary era, I was editing the literary journal "Green Plains" at Shaanxi People's Publishing House. Through a friend's introduction, I asked Shi Tiesheng for a manuscript. He wrote me the short story "Half Hour for Lunch" about the street welfare factory, which seemed to be useless. He also asked me to write the novella "Wave" by Zhao Zhenkai Bei Dao, and the former Soviet Union novel "Forty-one", which seemed to be useless. , nearly forty years have passed.
⑤I have been to his home near Panhe Palace, which is also the Temple of Earth, and met his father and sister. In the early 1980s, when I was attending the Seventh Literary Course, the predecessor of Lu Xun Literary College, I visited his home alone and together with my classmates. I don't know which mechanism Shi Tiesheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, controlled, the courtyard door opened in response, and the guest was able to enter the courtyard door and then the room door. "My Distant Qingping Bay" won the National Outstanding Short Story Award. In addition to the fresh scenery of northern Shaanxi, the writing is also very unique. It can be written wherever you want. It is prose style, casual, open and closed. I asked him, how to write like this? Who should I learn from? He was a little embarrassed and said, Lu Xun.
⑥ Later, I went to Shi Tiesheng's newly moved home with Tao Zheng and invited him to participate in a TV series about the life of queue jumping that a company was about to shoot. We sincerely worked with Shi Tiesheng to go out in the wheelchair, rent it in the wheelchair, rent out the wheelchair, enter the elevator upstairs and go to the room where we talked, but it turned out to be an attempt. The understanding of the TV series was a bit different between the two parties.
⑦ Later, there was the amazing "Me and the Temple of Earth" in today's literary world. He said that he wrote this article after fifteen years of visiting the Temple of Earth. It can be seen that during the first to many years that he was in the Temple of Earth, he must not have planned his style in advance. He did not think about whether to write a small essay or a large essay, a cultural essay, or an award-winning essay, or whether he should write a novel without skimping on style. In the chapter about an old couple and a young man practicing singing in the garden, Shi Tiesheng just laid out on paper and pen one by one what he wanted to write about at the end of his life.
⑧The article writes about the guilt towards the mother, but is it more than just guilt? It also writes about the understanding of life and death, especially the realization that death will happen sooner or later, and there is no need to rush. It is an epiphany; it is particularly wonderful. It is the correspondence between the four seasons in the garden and the various things in it, the scenery of the day, the musical instruments, the sounds, the landscape in the garden, the mood, the art form, and some correspondence with dreams. Some correspondences may be in It was there when Shi Tiesheng came in and out of the earth altar, like spring grass sprouting, like the wind blowing through a few fallen leaves with beautiful veins, then there were fragments of the article. If I hadn't felt that the structure, paragraph ordering, and language style were basically mature enough to start writing, there would still be endless and endless creative ideas corresponding to the four seasons.
⑨Having been in and out of the Temple of Earth for fifteen years, is Shi Tiesheng going deep into life? Nowadays, many Caifeng-style deep living can only be called a rubbish life. Shi Tiesheng seems to be above deep living. Listening to this article during the Qingming Festival, a kind of emotional and literary infiltration penetrates the dry world and the rough people's hearts in the dry world. The words are like the handwork that has been rubbed and played with for a long time, and they are all moistened into jade. Compared with some books that everyone has not left, the writing is old, decadent, and wilted.
The author of "The Temple of Earth and Me" has been away for six or seven years, and when he was read by professionals on the radio, it was as fresh as the tinkling of a guzheng, extremely clear, extremely deep, and lingering. What's rare is that the entire text of "Me and the Temple of Earth" is almost free of nonsense. How difficult it is to say or write something without nonsense these days!
⑩Spring is here, read good articles in spring, Love comes with the sound, and the sound and emotion are both luxuriant. When listening to a good article in spring, all things will grow, thoughts will grow, all things will bloom, and emotions will bloom, bringing all the listener's feelings, but no sadness. If the article is there, the people will be there. If the article lives well, people will live well and continue to live well.
?I remember that one year, Shi Tiesheng came back from Yan'an and was a little tanned. He called my name and said to me happily, "Someone in Yan'an asked you how to do it."
Question Article What is the function of the last paragraph? Let’s briefly analyze it. (3 points)
Answer
Structurally: End with "Greetings from an old friend", which corresponds to the title and makes the structure of the article complete.
In terms of content: deepen the theme and highlight the author's recollection and nostalgia for Shi Tiesheng.
In terms of expression effect: the words are exhaustive and the meaning is endless, leaving a wealth of imagination space for readers.
High School Entrance Exam Questions Link 4
The Song of Bicycles
Su Tong
①My father’s bicycle was produced in the 1960s. Brand, black body, simple and solid shape. From the time I can remember until I left home to study in the 1980s, my father always rode it to leave early and come home late. On Sunday mornings, I could always see my father wiping his bicycle with yarn in the yard. Now I think of that bike with gratitude because it once sustained my life.
②I was sickly in my childhood. Many mornings and evenings, I sat on my father’s bicycle on the way to the hospital. Once, my father took me on a bicycle for twenty miles to the countryside to find a barefoot doctor who had a family secret recipe. I can't forget these twenty miles. About ten miles were gravel roads and bluestone roads in Suzhou City, and the other ten miles were dirt roads in the countryside that undulated like waves. I bumped behind my father like a dinghy, and my father, like a sailor familiar with the water, tried to keep the bicycle's navigation as smooth as possible.
③How many Chinese people have a strange affection for their father’s bicycle! How many children got on their father's bicycle and secretly went out on Sunday! What to do? Nothing to do but ride a bike! I remember my first experience of cycling around Suzhou City. I went to the small square in the city center. There were three movie theaters and a shopping mall around the small square. When I came out of the mall, I suddenly felt very panic: I found that the open space in the square had already become a sea of ??bicycles, and every bicycle looked like the one we had at home. I walked through the pile of bicycles with my keys in my hand, my head spinning. I felt that the seat cushions and bag racks of many semi-new "permanent" bicycles exuded the scent of my father and myself.
④In 1980, on the eve of my high school graduation, my father bought me a bicycle. He said: If you can't go to college, this car will be used for your work. But I passed the exam. My parents also said: Leave the car at home until you graduate from college and go back to work. Later, I graduated from college but did not return to my hometown to work. So my parents showed a look of disappointment on their faces and said, "Then we have to ship the car to Nanjing. It's still for you to use anyway."
⑤One early autumn afternoon, I found the bicycle consigned from Suzhou from the warehouse of Nanjing West Railway Station. The triangle bars of the car were carefully wrapped with cloth strips to prevent the stevedores from damaging the car through rough loading and unloading. I touched the tires and they were bulging. They must have been inflated before checking in. Such thoughtful and meticulous work must be the result of the cooperation of my parents. . Because I know that from this day on, life will change. Having a bicycle is like hearing the starting gun for a new life. I must start.
⑥I have used that bicycle for five years. It is a black Phoenix bicycle, very similar to my father's "forever" bicycle. Parents in the bicycle nation always choose a sturdy and durable bicycle for their children, thinking that it will accompany their children for most of their lives. But the reality is both sad and gratifying. Five years later, my bicycle was taken away by a car thief.
Almost with a lighthearted feeling of being relieved of a burden, I ran to the bicycle shop and picked out a ten-speed sports car that was popular at the time. It was blue. It was a beautiful and majestic bicycle that I could not have imagined when I was a child. bike.
⑦The world is changing rapidly - including our bicycles and our lives. Many years later, I still like to go out on bicycles. I still like to look at young people's bicycles that are as new and beautiful as fashionable clothes. Sometimes I can spot an old "Forever" or an old "Fenghuang" in the traffic. They are like old people. The face full of vicissitudes of life reminds me of some stories about bicycles that are about to be lost.
⑧I once rode behind such an old "Phoenix" for a long time. The owner of the car was a man in his fifties, and next to him was a man carrying a schoolbag who was also riding. Girl, the girl is riding a very popular orange mountain bike. It is obvious that it is a father and daughter. The two bicycles seemed to be talking when they were going hand in hand -
⑨The old black "Phoenix" said: Go slower and think about the past!
⑩The orange mountain bike said: Go faster and think about the future!
At the end of the test article, three paragraphs ⑧⑨⑩ are used to write about a strange father and daughter. What is the beauty of this ending? Please read it in conjunction with the full text.
Answer
① Deepen the theme, through the comparison of old and new bicycles between father and daughter, it hints at the theme of the development of the times and emotional inheritance of the article, and ends with the example of a strange father and daughter, reflecting a kind of Social commonality;
② Sublimate emotions, expressing the author’s deep emotions about bicycles through the father-daughter bicycle “as if they were also talking”;
③ Arouse readers’ emotions contained in the article and thinking about the theme.
High School Entrance Exam Questions Link Five
Grandma’s Hairpin
Wang Qiuzhen
Grandma’s Hairpin is missing!
That hosta was a token of love given by grandma’s father to grandma’s mother. Grandma has always regarded it as her destiny. Every morning, grandma would comb her hair into a neat bun no matter how busy she was. The hosta was touched by grandma and became increasingly clear, exuding a warm light. It is firmly inserted in grandma's bun, just like grandma's peaceful life.
Losing the hosta means losing grandma’s life. Grandma frowns all day long.
Grandpa helped grandma look for it. Our eyes are dazzled and our memory is poor, so we should ask our son to look for it. As a child, he was very clever in finding things. Grandma’s blank and sad eyes made Grandpa heartache. Grandpa couldn't think of any other way, so he called his father several times.
My father came home.
Grandma burst into tears when she saw her father. My father comforted me and said: Mom, the hosta will be found again.
Grandma held my father’s hand as if holding a life-saving straw. Grandma's eyes caressed her father over and over again, fearing that he would grow wings and fly away. My father asked my grandma to reminisce and recall where she had been before the hosta was gone.
My father followed my grandma to the field.
On the ridges of the field, the lentils planted by grandma were blooming. They raised their bird-like beaks, as if talking to grandma. Grandma gently touched their little heads and said, "We haven't seen each other for two days, and they have grown up again." Father squatted down and picked up the lentils. Maybe the hosta fell off while grandma was chatting with Lentil. Grandma looked at her father's profile and said: When you were a child, you didn't like eating lentils, but you loved drawing lentil flowers. I bought a big flower pot and planted lentils in front of my house. My father groaned, straightened up, and looked at the lentil flowers, as if he was remembering a long time ago.
Walking into the vegetable field, the rows of vegetables are so lively. They were taken care of by grandma like her buns, neat and obedient. Grandma took father to the water spinach. Grandma asked: Do you still remember the story about water spinach? My father stood on a strange land, fiddled with the water spinach that had grown with him and said: Remember, remember. The vixen Daji spoke ill of King Zhou and asked the prime minister to show his loyalty by poaching his heart. Before Bigan died, Jiang Ziya gave him a talisman and taught him to dig out his heart, put the talisman on his chest, mount a horse and gallop without looking back, and he would not die even if he had no intention of doing so. Bigan did as he was told, but unexpectedly he met a woman on the way selling water spinach. Bigan turned around curiously, fell off his horse and died.
Grandma nodded and said: When you were a child, you loved reading little books. Grandma is getting old, maybe she just wants to get lost in memories and wander through the old days.
Grandma took her father to the old house again. No one lives in the old house, but grandma still often goes there for a walk. Grandma’s loom is on the second floor. Over the years, grandma doesn't use it anymore, but she still goes up and wipes it often. My father immersed himself in searching carefully, not letting go of the top, bottom, and every corner of the loom. Grandma babbled to the side: Our Dongyang homespun cloth is very famous. I knitted the lotus quilt you used to cover here. My father couldn't help but sigh: I didn't expect that so many years have passed in such a flash.
Beside the loom, my father found a camphor wood box. The box was spotless, and the brass ring was still shiny, as someone had obviously been opening it frequently. Could the hosta be left inside? The father opened the camphor wood box, and his eyes suddenly froze.
What did he see?
A slingshot with missing legs, a windmill that has long faded, a stack of yellowed miniature books and paintings with many lentil flowers scrawled on them.
Just as grandma was about to speak, my father got there first: It was with this slingshot that I broke someone else’s glass. It was you who took me to my door to apologize and installed glass on my house. I saw this windmill when I was rushing to a meeting one time. I liked it very much, so you saved your lunch money. As my father spoke, his eyes became a little astringent.
The father closed his eyes, calmed down his emotions, and continued to search. His eyes were fixed again.
What did he see?
A hosta! A clear hosta!
Grandma’s hosta was found by my father. Grandma's energy and energy are back.
Today, when my grandma tells me this story, I always ask: How did the hosta fall into the wooden box? Why couldn't I find it before?
Grandma always smiles but says nothing.
The father on the side scratched his scalp and said: At that time, I had not been home for three years.
Can the last three paragraphs of the test novel be deleted? Why? (3 points)
Answer
Cannot be deleted. Because: ① It explains the real reason why grandma wants father to come home, and the plot is more complete; ② It deepens the theme of the novel; ③ It makes the characters more fleshed out; ④ The ending produces an unexpected and reasonable effect.
Can be deleted. Because: ① The plot structure is complete after deletion: ② There is still a clear theme; ③ There are still distinct characters; ④ The ending "Grandma's spirit is back" echoes the previous article.
High School Entrance Exam Questions Link 6
The Last Ivy Leaf
[American] O. Henry
A community west of Washington Square , where many painters live, seeking north-facing windows and low rents. Sue and Joanne also shared a room here.
By the end of the year, pneumonia was spreading, and Joanne was infected. She was very ill, lying motionless on an iron bed, staring at the empty wall opposite the window.
One morning, the doctor said to Su Ai: "There may be only 10% hope of being cured. It all depends on whether she wants to live. She thinks she can't survive. People don't want to live. No medicine is effective."
After the doctor left, Su Ai cried sadly. In the room, Jones lay motionless, her body motionless under the quilt. Su Ai thought she was asleep when she walked in. Suddenly, a low voice came. Repeating, Su Ai walked quickly to the bed. Qiongshan's eyes were wide open, looking out the window, counting: "9, 8, 7..."
Su Ai looked out the window, Full of doubts: What is there to count? An empty yard, a blank wall, an extremely old ivy, the leaves on the vine have almost been blown off, leaving only some bare branches wrapped around the peeling bricks.
"6" Johnsy almost whispered. "It's falling faster and faster. There were more than a hundred pieces three days ago. It's fallen again! Only five pieces are left."
"Five pieces? What?"
" "Leaf, I'm going to leave when the last one falls. Didn't the doctor tell you?" "Hey, what does that broken leaf have to do with your illness?" The doctor said this morning that you will be fine soon.
Drink some soup!"
Qiongshan stared out the window and said, "No, I don't want to drink it again. There are only four pieces left! When the last pieces fall, I will go."
"Johnson.
Can you promise me not to look out the window? "
Johnsy closed her eyes, her face was pale, and she lay motionless on the bed, like a statue lying on the ground.
"You take a nap, I'll go. Call Behrman over and be my model for the 'Old Miner'. ”
Bellman is a painter. He is over sixty years old and has been painting for forty years. He always said that he would paint his masterpiece, but he has not yet done so
He didn't draw anything except the occasional advertisement. He drank without restraint and was a fiery little old man who looked down on other people's warmth. Su Ai walked into his dimly lit room downstairs. Smelling of alcohol, her red eyes were crying in the wind. Sue told him about Johnston's random thoughts, and he sneered: "Is there anyone in the world who is so stupid as to want to die just because those damn ivy leaves fall? Alas, poor! " he shouted.
They went upstairs together, and Johnson fell asleep. They couldn't help but stare at the ivy outside the window, and they were silent. Bellman left after being a model. There were large snowflakes. The cold rain keeps falling.
“Pull up the curtains, I want to take a look. "Johnson woke up the next morning and whispered to Sue.
However, look! After a night of wind and rain, there is still a vine leaf hanging on the brick wall. It is the last one on the ivy. A leaf.
It is still dark green near the stem, but the edges of the zigzag leaves have withered and turned yellow. It hangs proudly on a vine branch more than twenty feet above the ground.
"The last piece! I thought it was gone. It will definitely fall today and I will die. "Johnson said.
The day finally passed. In the twilight, the lone vine leaf clung tightly to the branch against the wall. The north wind roared at night, beating the windows, and the rain fell from the eaves. The water flowed down.
At dawn, Qiongshan told Su Ai to open the curtain. Qiong Shan lay there and stared at it for a long time. Bad girl. It is sinful to want to die, and God allowed that vine leaf to remain to prove my badness. Bring me some soup! " She shouted suddenly.
In the afternoon, the doctor came. Before leaving, he said to Su Ai: "She will be fine soon. Now I have to go downstairs to see another patient, his name is Bellman, who also has pneumonia. But he is too old and seriously ill, and I am afraid it cannot be cured. "
In the room, Johnsy was leaning on the bed calmly, knitting a blue shawl. "There is something I want to tell you, my dear! Su Ai came over and hugged Joanne and said, "Mr. Bellman died of pneumonia in the hospital today." He was only sick for two days. The morning after he left us, the porter found him unable to move in pain and soaked to the skin. They didn't know exactly what he did. Later, they found a lantern that was not extinguished, a ladder that had been moved, a few paintbrushes thrown all over the floor, and a palette for applying green and yellow paint... Honey, look, the last one on the wall A vine leaf. Think about it again, why does it never sway when the wind blows so hard? Alas, this leaf is Behrmann's masterpiece. He painted it there on the night when the last leaf fell. ”
The last sentence of the test novel embodies the ending art of O. Henry’s novel “unexpected yet reasonable”. Please make a brief appreciation based on the full text. (6 points)
< p>Answer①Bellman is an old painter whose talent is not appreciated. He is a very angry old man who completely despises the warmth of the world. But in the end, in order to increase Johnston’s life hope, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life. Painting the last leaf in the rain, he died of pneumonia.
②The ending was reasonable. The old painter laughed when he heard John Shan's "wild thoughts". Kindness and compassion. But after the leaf fell, Johnston would be hopeless. Later, it was reasonable to draw ivy leaves in the rain to inspire Johnston's fighting spirit.
③This ending makes the novel's plot twists and turns, and also highlights Mr. Behrman's beautiful heart.