题目内容

When I heard the piano, I walked to Mrs. Windsor’s house and waited outside as I always did. That meant she was working with another student, and I was not supposed to bother them by ringing the bell. I stood against the wall and daydreamed what I’d rather be doing. “Almost anything”, I sighed dejectedly. I had been tutored enough to read, understand, and even write some musical compositions, but I just didn’t have a gift for it. It didn’t come to me naturally. I thought back to happier times when I was writing stories and acting them out with my friends, cutting up old clothes to make dresses that performers wear in plays, and building scenery out of old things we found. But Mrs. Windsor had offered to give me the lessons for free, so I felt my duty to try.

The door opened and Wendy Barton came out. I walked in, sat down on the piano bench and began to sort through my sheet music.

“Hello,” I heard a voice behind me say softly. I turned around to see a little girl standing behind me, eating an apple. But before I could make any response, Mrs. Windsor walked into the room in her usual urgent manner and announced,“Jennifer, this is my niece, Pasha. Pasha, this is Jennifer. Pasha will be giving you your lesson today. I’m up to my ears in something else!” she then exited to the kitchen.

Pasha set her apple down on the side table and slid beside me on the piano bench.

“What piece do you like best?”she asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “They’re all the same to me. I don’t know.

“You mean you don’t have a favorite?”

“No, not really.”

Pasha looked at me, rather puzzled, then opened my sheet music to the beginning page and asked me to play. I arranged my fingers on the keys and studied the notes on the page for a moment. Then I frowned and concentrated to make the notes on the page match the finger movements. I have to admit I was a rather mechanical pianist.

After about a page or two, Pasha gently put her hand on top of mine as if to calm my fingers. There was a long pause. “What are you hearing in the music?” I looked at her rather strangely and admitted I didn’t know what she meant.

“Like a story. What story is being playing out within the music?”

“I guess I’ve never thought about it before. I don’t know.”

“Here, let me try and you listen,” Pasha advised.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her fingers dance lightly over the keys. Then, she began to play. “See, it begins here beside some kind of river. Hear the water flowing beside you?”

Her fingers rose and fell gently on the keys.“Now the princess appears and she’s picking flowers from the water’s edge.”A carefree, happy piece of music filled the air in time to Pasha’s dancing fingers. “Oh, but she slips!”The music changed. “And our princess is being carried off by the fast-flowing stream. Quickly, the princess’s horse sees her plight (困境),” Pasha continued, and races to the river’s edge where he swims out to let her catch hold of him. They make it to the bank and she hugs her faithful horse and swears she will never again wear princess skirts that weigh her down. She will only wear jeans and T-shirt from now on.” Pasha finished with a big smile and then looked at me.

“Aren’t you the girl who tells the stories?” she asked.

“I guess. I do tell a lot of stories.”

“Oh, yes! All the kids talk about them. I’ve heard about you. Well, all you have to do is learn to hear the stories in the music. That’s all there is to it.”

“I’ve never thought it that way.”

“Let’s try another one, shall we?”Pasha smiled and together we played that afternoon, finding the stories in the music and learning that sometimes it takes a friend to pull you out of the river onto dry land again.

1.The underlined word “dejectedly” in Paragraph 1 is closest in meaning to _______

A. nervously B. desperately

C. impatiently D. unhappily

2.Jennifer got lost in thought when she ________

A. played the piano with Pasha for the first time

B. listened to Pasha tell her story about the princess

C. remembered happier times of writing stories and acting them out

D. discovered that Mrs. Windsor’s niece would be giving the piano lesson

3.By describing herself as a mechanical pianist, the author showed ______

A. she could remember the notes in a short time

B. she was playing the piano without thinking

C. Pasha was showing off her skills

D. it had been a long time since she played last time

4.58. Which of the following can best describe Pasha?

A. Creative B. Naughty

C. Humorous D. Brave

5.Which of the following is the best title for the text?

A. Never Give up B. A Piano Lesson

C. Why I Hated Playing the Piano D. A Friend for Ever

6.This text would be probably found in ______

A. a collection of stories about friendship and learning

B. a book of daily records about famous young musicians

C. a magazine series about the challenges of overcoming fears

D. a series of newspaper articles about musical instruments

 

1.D

2.C

3.B

4.A

5.B

6.A

【解析】

试题分析:本文通过讲述作者在一次学习钢琴的经历中,明白了弹琴就要体会出琴谱所讲得情境和故事,这样才能弹好琴。

1.D词意推测题。A. nervously“提心吊胆地;焦急地”; B. desperately“拼命地;绝望地”; C. impatiently“不耐烦地”; D. Unhappily“难过地”,根据上下文语境可知,我觉得自己在音乐方面是没什么天赋的,在外等待老师时,我靠着墙做白日梦时,应是“难过地”叹了口气。故正确答案为D.

2.C细节信息题。be/get lost in thought:“陷入沉思”。根据文章第一段中“I thought back to happier times when I was writing stories and acting them out with my friends, cutting up old clothes to make dresses that performers wear in plays, and building scenery out of old things we found.”可知,我是在回忆过去写故事并把它们表演出来时,陷入了沉思。故正确答案为C.

3.B推理判断题。根据文章第九段中“I arranged my fingers on the keys and studied the notes on the page for a moment. Then I frowned and concentrated to make the notes on the page match the finger movements.”可知,我只是让自己机械地把曲子弹正确就好了,又由语境可知我根本都没去想曲子所表达的情境是什么。所以我将自己描述成一个机械的/呆板的演奏者,是说自己只弹而不思考。故该题正确答案为B.

4.A推理判断题。A. Creative“有创造性的”; B. Naughty“淘气的”; C. Humorous“幽默的”; D. Brave“勇敢的”,根据文章中对Pasha弹钢琴和对于所谈曲子的讲述像讲故事一样(第十四、十五段),可知她是一个富有“创造性”的人。故正确答案为A.

5.B主旨大意题。通读全文可知,本文讲述的是一次让作者受益匪浅的钢琴课。故该题正确答案为B.

6.A推理判断题。因为本文讲述的是对作者起到重要影响的钢琴课,重点并不在于“友谊”、“克服恐惧的挑战”或是“乐器”,所以该题正确答案为A.

考点:故事类文章的阅读

练习册系列答案
相关题目

My day began on a decidedly sour note when I saw my six-year-old wrestling with a limb of my azalea bush. By the time I got outside, he'd broken it. "Can I take this to school today?" he asked. With a wave of my hand, I sent him off. I turned my back so he wouldn't see the tears gathering in my eyes. I loved that azalea bush. I touched the broken limb as if to say silently, "I'm sorry."

I wished I could have said that to my husband earlier, but I'd been angry. The washing machine had leaked on my brand-new linoleum. If he'd just taken the time to fix it the night before when I asked him instead of playing checkers with Jonathan. What are his priorities anyway? I wondered. I was still mopping up the mess when Jonathan walked into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast, Mom?"

I opened the empty refrigerator. "Not cereal," I said, watching the sides of his mouth drop. "How about toast and jelly?" I smeared the toast with jelly and set it in front of him. Why was I so angry? I tossed my husband's dishes into the sudsy water.

It was days like this that made me want to quit. I just wanted to drive up to the mountains, hide in a cave, and never come out.

Somehow I managed to lug the wet clothes to the Laundromat. I spent most of the day washing and drying clothes and thinking how love had disappeared from my life. Staring at the graffiti on the walls, I felt as wrung-out as the clothes left in the washers.

As I finished hanging up the last of my husband's shirts, I looked at the clock. 2:30. I was late. Jonathan's class let out at 2:15. I dumped the clothes in the back seat and hurriedly drove to the school.

I was out of breath by the time I knocked on the teacher's door and peered through the glass. With one finger, she motioned for me to wait. She said something to Jonathan and handed him and two other children crayons and a sheet of paper.

What now? I thought, as she rustled through the door and took me aside. "I want to talk to you about Jonathan," she said. .

I prepared myself for the worst. Nothing would have surprised me.

"Did you know Jonathan brought flowers to school today?" she asked.

I nodded, thinking about my favorite bush and trying to hide the hurt in my eyes. I glanced at my son busily coloring a picture. His wavy hair was too long and flopped just beneath his brow. He brushed it away with the back of his hand. His eyes burst with blue as he admired his handiwork.

"Let me tell you about yesterday," the teacher insisted. "See that little girl?"

I watched the bright-eyed child laugh and point to a colorful picture taped to the wall. I nodded.

"Well, yesterday she was almost hysterical. Her mother and father are going through a nasty divorce. She told me she didn't want to live, she wished she could die. I watched that little girl bury her face in her hands and say loud enough for the class to hear, 'Nobody loves me.' I did all I could to console her, but it only seemed to make matters worse."

"I thought you wanted to talk to me about Jonathan," I said.

"I do," she said, touching the sleeve of my blouse. "Today your son walked straight over to that child. I watched him hand her some pretty pink flowers and whisper, 'I love you.'"

I felt my heart swell with pride for what my son had done. I smiled at the teacher. "Thank you," I said, reaching for Jonathan's hand, "you've made my day."

Later that evening, I began pulling weeds from around my lopsided azalea bush. As my mind wandered back to the love Jonathan showed the little girl, a biblical verse came to me: "...these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." While my son had put love into practice, I had only felt anger.

I heard the familiar squeak of my husband's brakes as he pulled into the drive. I snapped a small limb bristling with hot pink azaleas off the bush. I felt the seed of love that God planted in my family beginning to bloom once again in me. My husband's eyes widened in surprise as I handed him the flowers. "I love you," I said.

1.From the first four paragraphs, we know that_____

A. the writer's husband was a very considerate man

B. the writer was fond of life in a cave

C. the present life let the writer feel nothing but sad

D. things didn't go as the writer expected.

2.What's the proper order of the events according to the passage?

①Mother arrived at school and knew the truth.

②The son presented the flower to the girl.

③Mother felt sad to see the flower branch broken.

④The girl was desperate and wanted to die.

⑤The son broke a flower branch and took it to school.

A. ③①②④⑤ B. ④⑤③②①

C. ⑤④③②① D. ④③⑤①②

3.What was the writer’s most probable state of mind when the teacher wanted to have a talk with her?

A. enthusiastic B. amazed

C. optimistic D. calm

4.What is the closest meaning of the underlined word “hysterical”?

A. angry B. shocked

C. mad D. light-hearted

5.Why did Jonathan pick up a limb of the writer's azalea bush?

A. He had a preference for azalea.

B. He wanted to show off before his classmates.

C. He intended to comfort the girl.

D. He lost his heart to the girl.

6.The best title of the story may be________ .

A. The Greatest of These B. A limb of my azalea bush

C. You’ve made my day D. My best day

 

My six-year-old came home from school this week with two envelopes. One was for a donation to help people in the Philippines. The other was to help hungry families have a Thanksgiving meal.

“I’ll put a check in each of these. Then you can add your own money from your piggy bank, okay?” I said, thinking he’d be so excited to put his own stamp on things.

“That’s okay, mom. You put money in. I don’t want to waste mine,” he sweetly sang as he colored. “I want to fill my bank all the way up.”

Ack! I guess I know what our dinnertime discussion will be about tonight, I thought.

I had figured that through watching his parents donate items, helping us take toys from time to time to needy kids and putting money in the basket at church, he would just understand why it was important to help people in need — and even want to do it himself.

But of course he doesn’t really understand yet. “There’s a big disconnect between the people ‘over there’ and my piggy bank,” said parenting educator Vicki Hoefle.

“There’s nothing wrong with the child. There’s just no connection.”

As for having that conversation immediately, or forcing my son to put money into the envelopes: “Try not to do it now,” Hoefle said. Teaching a child about donating their own money or toys or time to people in need “should be a gentle introduction into what we hope will be a way of life for our kids.”

She suggested these things to help children understand the importance of giving:

* Just talk about it. Then explore the issue from a perspective he can understand.

* Use the course of a year to introduce kids to opportunities. That way, they won’t be shocked when you ask them to stuff their own money into an envelope (like this writer just did).

* Pick a family charity for the year and have a conversation about how you all can help throughout the year.

* Think of this not as something you must teach, but as something to expose them to.

At her house, Hoefle said, “When you got something new, you gave something up.” Each birthday, her children would pick what toys they had outgrown and give them away. “There was a comfort in it. It just became a natural part of the kids’ lives.”

So I will fill those envelopes alone this time. But I’ll make sure he understands why they should be filled—gradually.

1.When the writer asked her son to give money to help the poor, he __________.

A. declined to donate

B. sang a sweet song

C. put all his money in a bank

D. seemed very surprised

2. Hoefle’s attitude towards children’s unwillingness to donate money can be best described as “___________”.

A. criticalB. tolerant

C. positiveD. worried

3.Which of the following is Hoefle’s approach to educating kids about charity?

A. Giving courses about charity.

B. Setting a rule for children to give.

C. Inviting a lot of poor people home.

D. Giving children enough real life chances.

4.What can we learn about the writer from the passage?

A. She often makes donations for people in need.

B. She taught her son a lesson over dinner that evening.

C. She is at a loss as for what she should do next.

D. She invited a parenting educator home for advice.

5.What is the best title of the passage?

A. Kids, please help those in need.

B. Why are kids unwilling to donate?

C. Kindness is lost in the young generation.

D. How can we help kids learn generosity?

 

违法和不良信息举报电话:027-86699610 举报邮箱:58377363@163.com

精英家教网