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“去拿你的书来。”他慢慢地说。这所谓“书”,是指我开蒙时候所读的《鉴略》。因为我再没有第二本了。我们那里上学的岁数是多拣单数的,所以这使我记住我其时是七岁。我忐忑着,拿了书来了。他使我同坐在堂中央的桌子前,教我一句一句地读下去。我担着心,一句一句地读下去。两句一行,大约读了二三十行罢,他说:“给我读熟。背不出,就不准去看会。”

上面这段文字出自《朝花夕拾》中的文章《____》,作者是____,《朝花夕拾》原名《____》,是鲁迅的回忆性散文集。共____篇,最初在《____》杂志上发表。

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五猖会,鲁迅,《旧事重提》,十,莽原

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    One day when I was 12, my mother gave me an order: I was to walk to the public library, and borrow at least one book for the summer. This was one more weapon for her to defeat my strange problem—inability to read.

    In the library, I found my way into the “Children's Room.” I sat down on the floor and pulled a few books off the shelf at random. The cover of a book caught my eye. It presented a picture of a beagle. I had recently had a beagle, the first and only animal companion I ever had as a child. He was my secret sharer, but one morning, he was gone, given away to someone who had the space and the money to care for him. I never forgot my beagle.

    There on the book's cover was a beagle which looked identical (相同的) to my dog. I ran my fingers over the picture of the dog on the cover. My eyes ran across the title, Amos, the Beagle with a Plan. Unknowingly, I had read the title. Without opening the book, I borrowed it from the library for the summer.

    Under the shade of a bush, I started to read about Amos. I read very, very slowly with difficulty. Though pages were turned slowly, I got the main idea of the story about a dog who, like mine, had been separated from his family and who finally found his way back home. The dog was my dog, and I was the little boy in the book. At the end of the story, my mind continued the final scene of reunion, on and on, until my own lost dog and I were, in my mind, running together.

    My mother's call returned me to the real world. I suddenly realized something: I had read a book, and I had loved reading that book. Everyone knew I could not read. But I had read it. Books could be incredibly wonderful and I was going to read them.

    I never told my mother about my “miraculous” (奇迹般的) experience that summer, but she saw a slow but remarkable improvement in my classroom performance during the next year. And years later, she was proud that her son had read thousands of books, was awarded a PhD in literature, and authored his own books, articles, poetry and fiction. The power of the words was held.