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阅读下列材料:
材料一  1949—1952年全国粮食产量数据对照表。(单位:万吨)

年份194919511952
粮食1.11.41.6

材料二 废除地主阶级封建剥削的土地所有制,实行农民的土地所有制,借以解放生产力,发展农业生产,为新中国的工业化开辟道路。——《中华人民共和国土地改革法》
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(1)根据材料一提供的数据,将1949—1952年全国粮食产量绘制成一幅柱状图,并据图说明与1949年比较,1951—1952年粮食产量发生了什么变化?
(2)根据材料二说明土地改革的根本目的是什么?
(3)根据材料二并结合所学知识说明与1949年比较,1951—1952年粮食产量发生变化的主要原因是什么?

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(1)柱状图见下图:粮食产量大幅度提高。

(2)解放农村生产力,为新中国的工业化开辟道路。
(3)新中国成立后,采取了一系列巩固人民政权的措施,国内形势相对稳定;1950年开展土地改革运动,解放了农村生产力,农民生产的积极性大大提高。

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    “Wanted: Violin. Can't pay much. Call …”

    Why did I notice that? I wondered, since I rarely looked at the classified ads. I laid the paper on my lap and closed my eyes, remembering what had happened during the Great Depression, when my family 1to make a living on our farm. I, too, had wanted a violin, but we didn't have the 2.

    When my older twin sisters began showing an interest in music. Harriet Anne learned to play Grandma's upright piano, 3 Suzanne turned to Daddy's violin, simple tunes soon became 4 melodies as the twins played more and more. 5 in the rhythm of the music, my baby brother danced around while Daddy hummed(哼唱)and Mother whistled. I just 6.

    When my arms grew7 enough, I tried to play Suzanne's violin. I loved the beautiful sound of the firm bow drawn across the strings. Oh, how I wanted one! But I knew it was 8 the question.

    One evening as the twins played in the school orchestra, I closed my eyes tight to capture the picture firmly in my 9. “Someday, I'll sit up there.” I vowed(发誓)10.

    Unfortunately, it was not a 11 year. At harvest the crops did not bring as much as we had hoped. I, however, couldn't 12 any longer to ask, “Daddy, may I have a violin of my own?”

    “Can't you use Suzanne's?”

    “I'd like to be in the orchestra, too, and we can't13 use the same violin at the same time.”

    Daddy's face looked 14. That night, and many following nights, I heard him 15 God in our family prayers, “… and Lord, Mary Lou wants her 16 violin.”

    One evening we all sat around the table. The twins and I studied. Mother sewed and Daddy wrote a letter to his friend, George Finkle, in Columbus. Mr. Frinkle, Daddy said, was a fine 17.

    As he wrote, Daddy read parts of his letter out loud to Mother. Weeks later I 18 he'd written one line he didn't read aloud: “Would you watch for a19 for my third daughter? I can't 20 much, but she enjoys music. And we'd like her to have her own instrument.”