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    ①腊月的一天晚上,中央电视台《新闻联播》用一分钟的时间,播出了老郑的故事。

    ②老郑在电视里笑呵呵地说:“缺钱不缺德。”他早前就说的这句大实话,竞成为年初网络里的流行语。

    ③那时,老郑还没时间看电视,他是在我居住的城市里扛着棒棒出力挣钱的农民工。过年了,老郑想多挣点钱回家,刚动完了手术的老婆,想让老郑买一件暖和的棉衣,山里风大。

    ④今年新年第一天的下午,城市正飘着雪,穿着三件单衣的老郑终于盼来了一件活儿,帮一位雇主挑两大包包裹。他挑着东西在后面走,那人催得急,他担起货物跟在雇主身后,没来得及看清雇主的相貌,竞和雇主走失了。

    ⑤这可急坏了老郑,他加快脚步来回追赶,都没发现雇主。

    ⑥寒风裹挟着冷雨,像刀子一样割着老郑的脸,他的手、脚都麻木了,鼻涕也流了出来,身子也禁不住发抖。老郑猛抽了好几根烟驱寒,目光努力在人群里搜索。就这样找到天黑,也没有找到雇主。

    ⑦晚上,老郑挑着两大包东西放到一个物业管理处帮忙保管,打开包裹一看,是两大包新进的羽绒服。回到出租屋,老郑没心思吃饭,他感到良心不安。

    ⑧第二天早晨,寒风夹着雪花,老郑又开始上街寻找雇主。一连四天,老郑什么也没有做,却始终没有消息。第五天,老郑来到报社,请记者帮忙寻找。消息见报以后,整个城市都在替老郑寻找那位粗心的失主。一个城市,因为这寻找,在寒风中变得温暖起来

    ⑨老郑的故事见报以后,其他媒体也都赶来报道他的事迹。然而,老郑在深夜已经赶回了老家的医院,他老婆患病需要动手术入院治疗,老郑在电话里对我简短地说,我得回去,守着她。

    ⑩两天后,老婆做了手术就出院,住院太贵了。老郑又赶了回来。他对我说,放心不下啊,那两件包裹一直压着他的心。

    ⑪半个月以后,老郑通过这个城市的热心人,终于找到了失主。面对感激的失主,老郑嗫嚅着,他反倒不好意思了,觉得那天走得太快,让失主受了这些苦。失主说,新进的羽绒服价值上万,他也没抱什么希望了,他想起,老郑那天穿着有破洞的单衣。

    ⑫我到老郑的出租屋里和他聊天,几十个平方的出租屋里,地上打着52个地铺,有52个“棒棒”兄弟在这里歇息、睡觉

    ⑬我对老郑说,网上有密集的声音,称他这个普通的农民工为“中国的脊梁骨”。老郑憨憨地笑了,他对我直摇头说:“这事儿闹大了,闹大了,要说是脊梁骨,城里才是。”

    ⑭我问老郑:“为啥呀?”老郑想了想说道:“你看,城市的房子,钢筋混凝土,还有大桥、立交桥,都牢固和扎实的多,不像我们乡下,房子是泥巴糊墙、木材做梁。”

    ⑮我摆摆手说:“老郑啊,你说的,那是城里的建筑,不是人。”老郑纠正了我,认真地说:“是一个道理,你看城市人走路,也是昂首挺胸的,我们这些人,身子骨都压弯了,直不起来了。”

    ⑯我鼻子一酸,拉住了老郑的手。我想说,老郑,在城市,从今以后,你也昂首挺胸走路吧。

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    That cold January night,I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco.There I was,walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre.With the opening night only a week away,I was still learning my lines.I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time.As I walked,I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco.City life had become too much for me.

    As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings,I felt very small and cold.I began running,both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers.Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.

    About a block from my apartment,I heard a sound behind me.I turned quickly,half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun.The street was empty.All I saw was a shining streetlight.Still,the noise had made me nervous,so I started to run faster.Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been.It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.

    Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore.I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise.Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes,my wallet was nowhere to be found.

    Just as I was about to give up the search,I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me.When a voice called from the inside,"Alisa Camacho"I thought I was dreaming.How could this man know my name?The door opened,and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eye."Is this what you're looking for" he asked,holding up a small square shape.

    It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed.I wouldn't get much sleep that night,but I had gotten my wallet back.I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life.I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.