The First When Disaster Suddenly Struck
①It was a bustling metropolis, bustling with busy people every day. It was thirty minutes past eight. The subway, loaded with passengers, started slowly and headed for the next station.
②When the train reached the middle of the two stations, it suddenly went dark and came to a slow stop. The people in the car were like a pot of explosions, like a hornet's nest falling from a tree to the ground. Some yelled at the driver, "What an idiot!" Others said, "What's the use of raising you people, it's just a bunch of wastes,"
③The driver explained, "Suddenly the power went out, it was an accident, I'll contact the dispatch center right away," the driver touched his cell phone in the darkness, and after pulling out the number After pulling the number there was no signal.
4This was an unexpected blackout that affected the whole city. People who were not expecting it were baffled by the sudden blackout, which disrupted communications, blocked traffic, and nearly paralyzed the entire city. People in the subway were like headless flies, pulling out their cell phones to contact the outside world, but there was no signal. Some people used lighters to light up and get a moment's comfort. Women coaxed their children who kept wailing and crying. Someone says, "I had a hard time getting this job, I'll get fired if I'm late." Some say, "I have an appointment with a businessman to sign a contract for three million dollars, and missing the appointment could jeopardize the contract." Others said, "When we get out, we must sue the subway company." The darkness was like a big, merciless hand that pinched one's breath. Cries, curses, and sighs abounded. Someone said, "Just wait, the people on the ground won't leave us alone."
5Suddenly, a girl's tender voice came out of the darkness, "Mommy, the sun is setting!" Mom said, "Baby, good boy, it's dark, baby sleep sleep ......" Mom gently hummed a lullaby. Everyone listened quietly, their emotions gradually stabilized, each thinking about what was on his mind. (See question 14 for writing location).
6I don't know how long it took, a horrible voice broke the precious quiet: "I had a heart attack, I don't have any medicine with me, does anyone have any first aid ......" The person next to me asked, "Who has medicine? " People began to ask, one after another down the line. Finally someone said, "I have." The sound of hurried rummaging was heard next.
⑦ "Found it! Found it!" The man said as he handed the small vial to the person next to him, who took it and passed it again. Pass it to the next person. No one was organized, yet the pill bottle was passed in an orderly fashion like a baton.
⑧ "Ouch!" A shriek, the bottle did not know to whose hands accidentally fell to the ground, the man hastily bent down on the ground to touch, the entire compartment are bent down on the ground to touch, as if the bottle will be in the darkness of the compartment in any corner of the stray. At last someone said he had found it and passed the bottle down again. Having had a lesson in landing on the floor, the hands that received the bottle were extra careful. The bottle was soon passed on to the patient. In the darkness, I don't know who passed a bottle of water, and the patient took the medicine and quieted down.
⑨I don't know how much time has passed, and the outside world is still not a trace of contact, someone proposed to go to the next exit, and immediately someone responded, someone with a lighter to their clothes lit up lighting. Immediately someone shouted: "Quickly extinguish, smoke can suffocate! In case it causes a fire no one can escape!" Several people put out the fire with their hands and feet. In an instant, the light disappeared and returned to the abyss of darkness. People had never hated darkness as much as they did today, nor had they ever longed for light as much as they did today.
⑩At that moment, a man shouted, "Everyone hold hands and follow me!"
(11) As soon as the words left his mouth, people voluntarily held hands and formed a long line, and the man asked, "Is there anyone who hasn't held hu?" Once it was confirmed that they were all holding hands, the man led the way to the next exit. In the darkness, the man in the lead tripped and fell from time to time, but he got up and walked again, not knowing how many times he fell. The men behind him followed methodically, no one talking, only the sound of footsteps.
(12) People finally came out of the dark subway, the leader's clothes were scratched, his face and hands touched with blood. More surprisingly, it was discovered that the man leading the group was blind.
1. Comb through the storyline and fill in the box below with concise words.
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2. Read the following two sentences and think about whether the punctuation is used appropriately? If it is used appropriately, tell us its benefit; if it is not appropriate enough, find a better word to replace it and tell us the reason for it.
①I don't know how long it took, but a horrible voice broke the precious silence.
2 Having had the lesson of landing on the ground, the hand that caught the medicine bottle was extra careful.
3. The underlined sentence in paragraph ② of the article vividly describes the restlessness of the people during the sudden blackout. Read paragraph ⑤ carefully, feel the atmosphere in the subway car after the conversation between the mother and daughter, and on the following horizontal line, write a sentence describing the unique tranquility of the time.
At this time, the carriage .
4. Which fragment of the text impressed you y and why?
5, when the disaster came, how to deal with it? This article gives you what inspiration?
Second Ladder Charm Zhou
The young father was flying a kite in the back garden with his son. Tiny garden, tiny kite.
The tiny kite flew and flew and flew and flew and flew, and then it flew over the wall. The wildflowers on the wall wrapped the kite tightly.
So Papa said that we must get a ladder, and then climb up the ladder and take down the kite from the wall.
Dad was going to climb the ladder, but his son said, "Dad, let me do it!"
The dad looked at his nine year old son, thought and thought, and finally said, "Fine, let you do it."
Monkey-like, the son climbed to the top rung of the ladder.
The son turned his head and laughed cheekily. He laughed like it was blown out of morning petunias.
Unhooking the string that the kite had wrapped around the wildflowers, he was about to come down when his dad stopped him with a big hand and a voice that said, "Slow down!"
The son stopped, looked at his dad, and asked him with his eyes, "What's wrong?"
Dad said, "I'll tell you a story before you come down."
So the son laughed even harder, and he grabbed the ladder with one hand and held the kite in the other, and waited for his dad to tell a story, and there wasn't a single time that dad told a story that wasn't good.
The dad said, "Once upon a time there was a dad who told his son, who was standing on a very, very tall ladder, that you jumped down! As soon as you jump down, dad will be down there to hold you. Hearing his father say this, the son was so relieved that he jumped as if he were swimming into the water. I didn't know that the second before my son was about to throw himself into his father's arms, his father's body flickered and stood to the side. The son lunged and fell to the ground, his butt almost cracking. Standing up in tears, the son asked his dad: why did you lie to him. Dad said: I want to teach you a lesson, even your father's words can't be relied on, what others say, even less so." After a pause, Dad continued, "Let's do the same thing once, okay?"
On hearing this, his son's face turned white.
Dad said, "Don't be afraid, be brave, you only have to dance that once. I want you to be impressed, so that you won't be easy to fall for people's tricks when you grow up."
But the son was obviously not convinced by his dad's words. The look of shock on his face had not faded at all. Still, he didn't dare to disobey the order. He stood there, not daring to move.
Dad began to give orders, "Listen, I'm going to yell one, two, three, and when I get to three, you're going to jump down, and then I'm going to retract my hand that's outstretched pretending to catch you, and make you fall on your ass!"
Standing on the ladder, his son's face looked like an unripe orange.
Dad shouted, "One ...... two ...... three!"
Clenching his teeth and holding back tears, his son jumped off the ladder. He waited for his body to flop and fall to pieces like a pumpkin ......
How strange, however, that Dad's hand didn't retract and his body didn't move away. He was still standing fixedly in the same place. He took his son, who had fallen into both of his hands, and caught him firmly and solidly in a hug.
The son, though uninjured, looked even more puzzled than he had a moment before. Eyes wide open, he asked, "Dad, why did you lie to me?"
Daddy burst out laughing, and Dad said, "Dad wants you to know that even other people's words can sometimes be trusted, let alone Dad's words!"
All the roses came back to the son's face. He smiled and wrapped his arms around his dad and couldn't stop kissing him on both cheeks.
Dad and son pulled the kite and ran towards a corner of the back garden.
1. Please summarize the content and theme of this article in one sentence.
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2. Please fill in the process of the change of the son's expression, using the words in the text.
Laughing --→ --→ --→ Laughing
3. What is the meaning of the following two descriptive sentences? What kind of look do they show on the son's face respectively?
①The son's face looks like an unripe orange.
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②All the roses, returned to the son's face.
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4. "Although the son was not hurt, he looked even more puzzled than he had been a moment before", why "even more puzzled than he had been a moment before"?
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5. Two fathers, two kinds of education, which one do you appreciate? Briefly state the reason.
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The third piece of touched is a kind of sustenance
①There are often unspeakable touches.
②For example, I saw a bird jumping and looking at my window sill, shaking its beautiful feathers and calling at me once, or even just half a time. And then flew away. Such as __________________________
_______________________________. But just for a moment, I had been y moved.
③In fact, there are so many details in life that move me. Seeing a friend's long-lost eyes and gestures, seeing a dewdrop rolling on a blade of grass before being broken by the wind for the last time to shine, seeing a group of ants carrying a bee on the ground slowly marching the kind of caution and solemnity shown ...... In short, what moves me is sometimes a sound, a complex metaphor for life In short, what moves me is sometimes a sound, a complex metaphor for life's illusions; sometimes a color, a heavy color loaded with a lot of emotional information; sometimes a state, an implicit state that goes beyond explicit words. Sometimes, what touches me is a scene so subtle and unusual that it is easy to be ignored. Just as a group of ants carried the remains of a bee and moved forward with difficulty, in the end, almost all of them moved into my heart, silently becoming a mournful elegy and a permanent ceremony.
④I don't know why I was moved.
5One thing is certain: if I had not been moved, I think I would have discarded myself. Because I know that even a flower, a stem of grass, a lake or a fish in this world possesses the quality of being moved so persistently. All life is almost inseparable from touching. If one is blind to beauty and indifferent to spring, what reason is there to take a step between beauty and spring?
6 Happy is the man who is often touched with passion.
⑦I may be one of them. So I think: I am touched because I love all the beautiful things in the world, and I notice and love them even more than others. We will always maintain that kind of harmony and friendly, intimate and sincere contact, maintain a deep emotional exchange, collision and communication. Every little touch will wash away every little spot and stain in my soul, and every deep touch may cut off a deep root in my nature. Day after day, year after year, touching makes my heart become clean, bright, rich and spacious. So that I can face each new sunrise to win a new self.
8 For me, moving is always a sublime nutrient, as rich and sweet breast milk; for moving, I am always a benefit of the sucker, sucking the essence of the breast milk gradually grow taller, grow up, healthy, strong, enjoy wisdom and passion.
9 Therefore, I dare say that a person, as long as he can still be moved, will not completely lose his conscience and nature. As long as you can be moved, even if you are placed at the very edge of life, you will never easily give up your qualifications to be^ and your innate right to speak.
1, read the whole article, summarize the author that "moving is a kind of nutrients".
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2. Combined with the context and in relation to your own life experience, fill in the blank in paragraph ② with an example that moves you. (Answers are written on the lines below)
Such as _________________________________________________________ ___
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3. In paragraph ⑤, "If one is blind to beauty and indifferent to spring, what reason is there to step between beauty and spring "What is the meaning of in the text?
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4. Read the following two paragraphs and answer the questions.
1 ① Yin Xuemei comrade life is Jintan City Chengnan elementary school of an ordinary teacher. At noon on March 31 this year, hundreds of students in the first and second grades of Chengnan Primary School lined up centrally under the leadership of their teachers to go to the theater. When Yin Xuemei led the student team along the crosswalk when crossing the road, suddenly, a white car came speeding. In the crisis, Yin Xuemei open arms to push the five or six students together to the side of the road, but he was hit by the car flew. Although after all efforts to rescue, but she was seriously injured, unfortunately died. Yin Xuemei left the chance of life to the children, but he gave up his precious life, left her dedication to a lifetime of education.
②April 7, the entire Jintan in tears. Ten miles of street, a hundred thousand people, to see her off. People spontaneously took the old and the young, standing by the side of the road. Among them. There are school teachers and students, there are public officials, and more are pedaling three-wheeled, working, planting, selling vegetables ...... Yin Leimei's deeds make the people in tears, but also will surely rattle your heartstrings. Please write the reason why you are moved and the "nutrients" you draw from it.
Why you were moved: _____________________________________________
What you learned from it: __________________________
The Fourth Memory of Magnolias Lu Wei
①I don't remember when, whenever the magnolias in my yard emitted a distant fragrance, there were always neighbors, known or unknown, who came to ask for the flowers.
②The magnolia tree is about two and a half stories high. As long as I can remember, there has been a scent of flowers. My father would always get up early in the morning and pick the flowers when they were in bud. He would cut the ends of thin bamboo poles into scissor slits to assist in picking the flowers. Sometimes he climbed up the tree to pick them himself. Then he puts the flowers in small bags and puts them in the refrigerator to keep them fresh, so that they can be easily given to the neighbors when they stop by to smell them.
3, of course, my father would leave those flowers on the branches that could be reached by hand, so that the neighbors who came to catch the aroma could also get the pleasure of finding a touch of seclusion in the green shade.
4When I was in elementary school, my family would always put some magnolias in my school bag and wrap them in a handkerchief so as not to damage the ivory-white petals. And then I was repeatedly told to give them to my teachers and classmates. Sometimes I was so lazy and playful that I forgot. Often the teacher would remind me, "I smell the flowers again." I just suddenly remembered.
⑤Often, after giving the teacher, there are few magnolias left, so when my classmates asked me, it was a dilemma, so I had to start from the close classmates to send; some occasional quarrels, it was saved. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to afford to pay for it, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
6Then I did not understand why a small flower has such a great charm. Because I always like the gesture of the flower, far more than its fragrance. Until I grew up, I realized that this is a kind of joyful mood. Twenty years ago, materials were not abundant, and of course not many people used perfume. It was a joy to be able to catch a fragrance early in the morning on a summer's day that lasted all day long. In the process of asking for flowers, even people who did not know each other were able to talk to each other about family matters through the flowers, and friendships were fostered. It's a lot of fun!
⑦And when my father picked the flowers early in the morning, thinking that many people would enjoy his flowers and wondering if there would be enough for the day, it was even more gratifying to be able to share them with others. I was especially touched by the beauty of my parents when I saw my father pick a dewy magnolia and carefully place it between my mother's ears, tending to her hair on one of those early summer mornings when the sun was shining.
8 I suddenly realized. Originally, the mother's body of the flower shadow fragrance, are father's hands every day to insert up. For the father, this may be extremely natural but a behavior, but jumped into my eyes, is a lot of tenderness. It's hard for me to describe this feeling clearly, but what I can say for sure is that it's a really good feeling.
9 I have a very special memory of the magnolia flower. I used to carve a mark on its branches and trunk every year to mark its growth; I also climbed and sat on a branch with my sister, eating watermelon and enjoying the swaying of the wind. But these are just some of the life lessons that my father invisibly brought to me.
1, the article ② ③ paragraph specifically describes the process of the father picking flowers, showing how the father's character traits?
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2. What does the word "repeatedly urged" in paragraph 4 of the article show besides the fact that my family was afraid that I would forget?
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3. Paragraph 6 of the article says that the tiny magnolia flower "has such a great charm", please combine this text to say "charm" in which two aspects.
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4. Please analyze the reason why I was y moved by the detail that my father arranged flowers for my mother in paragraph 7.
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5. What does the punctuation "this" in the last paragraph of the article refer to? Please summarize the "revelation" that my father brought to "me" in the context of the passage.
The fifth watery Jiangnan Wang Bendao
Every time I go to Jiangnan, it is in March and April when the grass grows. Go more often, it was born the idea of exploring the true meaning of Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is a place of prosperity, tenderness and wealth. Jiangnan out of grass and flowers, out of talented people, out of the romantic love story. But Jiangnan is also a place where heroes come out. Throughout the ages, many brave fighters have been bred here. The sharp soldier - the sword, also originated in Jiangnan Wu Yue. What is the power to make the two disparate temperaments of tenderness and toughness can seamlessly fit into one place, and endless, over a thousand years and immortal? I was puzzled for a while.
Once I reread Laozi, a famous quote from the book gave me a break. "The world is not so soft and weak as water, and there is no one who is strong enough to attack it first." Lao Zi's words break through the duality of water's softness and beauty and its toughness and tenacity. Jiangnan is a water town, rivers and lakes. They flow at the foot of the green mountains, through the vast fields, and the waterfalls that fall straight to the sky, the mountains play ooh clear spring - for thousands of years, it is the water, nourishing the scenery of Jiangnan, Jiangnan people, nurturing the unique culture of Jiangnan.
Jiangnan water, such as light mist. Dance with the wind, changing, moisturizing the scenery of Jiangnan style, Jiangnan people with a variety of flavors. A song "and singing Jiangnan", condensed the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan throughout the year: "February you see the flowers of Jiangnan, flowers such as wildfire burning all over the place; Qingming you see the rain of Jiangnan, the rain wrapped with ten thousand mountains ......" Jiangnan people are also like the scenery of Jiangnan, gentle and delicate, soft and gentle, and the people are also like the scenery of Jiangnan. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life. Mo Chou Lake Mo Chou female, Xiling Bridge Su Xiaoxiao, as well as the West Lake Broken Bridge. Shaoxing's Shen Garden, the Qinhuai River on the Peach Leaf Ferry ...... loved by God's talented people, leaving a lot of life on the ground in Jiangnan footprints and beautiful legends. Even the people of Jiangnan speech is Wunong soft language, sincere, sing up more people's heart shaking. That the representative of the Jiangnan opera Suzhou commentary, singing words, such as the narrative, the strings of the clear and gentle, like the water flow, clear and pure and long rhythm, even the grass will be swaying for it.
Jiangnan water and sometimes have "waves beat the shore. Roll up a thousand piles of snow" trend. This tough and tenacious water, but also cultured the Jiangnan scenery and the Jiangnan people of the kind of heroic spirit. Jiangnan is covered with mountains. Hangzhou's Qixia Ling, Shaoxing's Huijishan, Changshu's Yushan, are majestic, dominating the clouds. The waterfalls between the mountains, the turbulence under the mountains, is the branch of the bloodline of the nurturing of the mountains. It is said that the ancient sword casting, first the sword in the fire calcined, and then put into the water to soak, several times, before casting a good sword. This soaked sword of Jiangnan water. Over the centuries has also created a lot of impassioned man. Crouching firewood and taste the courage of Goujian, all the loyalty of the wisdom of Yue Fei, both military and civil Lu You, Xin Qiji, Wen Tianxiang ...... many people with their blood and life wrote a poem of the heroic, their verses still read, still overflowing with the year's iron bones of the strong wind. Lu Xun, who held a halberd and cried out, even played the stern sword of the literati to the extreme. Even the elegant women, in the Jiangnan water under the moisturizing, also show the chivalrous bones. The Eight Beauties of Qinhuai at the end of the Ming Dynasty is a strong evidence. The late Qing Dynasty's Qiu Jin is the best representative.
Jiangnan's water feeds the water of Jiangnan. The beauty of Jiangnan, the beauty of the water in Jiangnan, Jiangnan scenery, people in Jiangnan. This beauty is the fusion of just and soft. Jiangnan, a song will never finish singing, let people savor her picturesque and watery ......
1, the title of the article "watery Jiangnan" meaning what? Please use a sentence in the text to answer.
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2. Please fill in the blanks below to reflect the beauty of Jiangnan, which is both strong and soft.
Answer: Jiangnan water, both and; Jiangnan scenery, both graceful and majestic; Jiangnan people,
both and .
3, the author in the second and fifth paragraphs respectively mentioned "sword", what is the intention of each?
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4. What else do you know about the beautiful legends that have been passed down in Jiangnan? Please give an example. Do you remember the text of the Jiangnan aspirants which magnificent verses? Please write a line.
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Beautiful legends:
Poetry:
5. Imitate the underlined lines in the text, and in connection with the actual situation of life, write a line of lyrics on the following horizontal line.
Answer: In February you see the flowers of Jiangnan, flowers like wildfire burning all over the place;
Ching Ming you see the rain of Jiangnan, the fine rain wrapped with ten thousand mountains;
, (A) narrative answers
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1. A passenger suffered a sudden heart attack, and the crowd passed the bottle of medicine to save the patient's life; led by a blind man, everyone walked out of the subway hand in hand.
2. ①"Valuable" is well used. It writes the state of people starting to calm down from the panic and agitation, but also shows that the author of this state of affirmation. The word "seriously" is not accurate enough, and can be replaced by "cautiously". "In addition to "serious", "cautious" also means "careful".
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3. Example: At this time, the carriage was as quiet as if you could hear a pin drop.
4, the requirements of the answer specific, with a brief analysis, such as: the fifth fragment impressed, will lead everyone out of the darkness
the person turned out to be a blind man, which shows that in times of crisis, as long as the calm, firm, can play a personal potential, to resolve the crisis.
5, this article gives people the inspiration is: the disaster is coming, a calm, calm, the second to unity and cooperation, Lan to scientific response.
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