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阅读白居易的《夜雪》,完成下面小题。

夜雪白居易

已讶衾枕冷,复见窗户明。

夜深知雪重,时闻折竹声。

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阅读下面的文字,完成后面小题。

风筝

王安忆

    ①风筝或许是永远挣不断线的。

    ②天下的母亲都爱操心,我妈妈是天下母亲中最爱操心的。在她眼里,儿女全是还没孵出蛋壳的鸡,她必须永远孵着我们。

    ③妈妈时常辅导我们功课,尤其是算术。她不希望我们去搞文科,而要我们搞理工科。她明白理工科的基础,在小学里便是算术了。

    ④有一次,临近大考,她辅导我“换算”。她一定要问我“1丈等于多少米”,我说:“老师只要我们知道1米等于多少市尺就行了。”可是,妈妈说:“万一有一道题目是1丈等于多少米,你怎么办呢?”她的逻辑是对的,我想不出任何道理来反驳,于是只能跳脚了。

    ⑤其实,她辅导我语文恐怕更合适一些,可她并不辅导,只管制我读书。第一次看《红楼梦》是在我小学四年级,妈妈把那些不适于我读的地方全部用胶布贴了起来,反弄得我好奇难熬,千方百计想要知道那胶布后面写的是什么。

    ⑥后来,我和姐姐先后去插队,终于离开了家。可我们却像风筝,飞得再高,线还牢牢地牵在妈妈手里,她时刻注意我们的动向。后来,我到了一个地区级文工团拉大提琴,妈妈凡是路过那里,总要下车住几天。有一次,我告诉她,我们去了一个水利工地演出,那里有一座大理山,有许多大理石。妈妈便说:“这是个散文的意念,你可以写一篇散文。”这时候,我已年过二十,大局已定,身无所长,半路出家学的大提琴终不成器。妈妈在我们身上寄托的理工之梦早已破灭,又见我一人在外,饱食终日,无所事事,反倒生出许多无事烦恼,便这么劝我了。之后,我闲来无事,写成了一篇散文,不料想这成了我第一篇印成铅字的作品,给了我一个当作家的妄想。

    ⑦然后,我便开始舞文弄墨,每一篇东西必须让妈妈过目,然后根据她的意见修正,才能寄往各编辑部,再次聆听编辑的意见,再次修正。她比编辑严格得多,意见提得极其具体、细微。我常有不同意之处,可是总不如她合乎逻辑,讲不清楚,于是又只好跳脚了。

    ⑧然后,我去了北京讲习所,风筝的线仍然牵在她手里,每一篇东西总是先寄给她看。不过,与先前不同的是,妈妈同意让我听了编辑部的意见以后,再考虑她的意见。这时,我如同闸门打开,写得飞快,一篇连一篇,她实在有些应接不暇了。终于有一天,她紧接一封谈意见的信后又来了一封信,表示撤销前封信,随我去了。风筝断了线,没头没脑地飞了起来,抑或能飞上天,抑或一头栽了下来,不过,风筝自己也无须有什么怨言了。

    ⑨长大以后,说话行事,人家总夸:“你爸爸妈妈教养得好。”有所不满,总说:“给你爸爸妈妈宠坏了。”似乎,对于我们,自己是一点功绩也没有的。或许也对。小时候,我喜欢画画,画的画也颇说得过去,老师总说:“和你姐姐一点不像。”可无奈大人要我学外语,请来教师,每周上3次英语课。只能敷衍应付。到了末了,连敷衍也敷衍不下去了,只得停了课。如今,我每周两次,心甘情愿地挤半小时汽车,前往文化宫学习英语,苦不堪言地与衰退的记忆力做着搏斗,不由想,假如当年父母对我拳棒相加,也许这会儿早能看懂原版著作了。再一想,假如当年,大人听顺我的志趣,或许现在也能画几笔了。倒是这样似管非管,似不管非不管,弄出了个写小说的梦。想来想去,儿女总是父母的作品。他们管也罢,不管也罢,都是他们的作品。风筝或许是永远挣不断线的。

(选自新星出版社《空间在时间里流淌》,有删改)

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    The Fitting-in of Suzy Khan

    The first time I saw Suzy Khan, I knew I had to help her. She was really small for her age of 12. The boy in my class often1about her and laughed their heads off. She would open a book, pretending to read, with tears dropping on the open page.

    All I knew was that she was an orphan(孤儿) from Africa. She had just been adopted by a family in town who2that the best way for her to learn American ways of life was to be with American kids. I looked down at this 3girl and promised myself that somehow I would help her.

    But how could I help her4in with us? There had to be a5

    One day, when I went into the classroom, I saw that Suzy had6her geography book to a picture of a train, and in her notebook, she had made a(n)7copy.

    I was surprised and thought that she could do something in the coming 8show. So, I took her to see the art teacher, Miss Parker, and showed her what Suzy had 9"Why, it's wonderful," said Miss Parker, who then showed us a poster she had painted10the talent show. "I need more of these, but I just don't have enough11Could you help me, Suzy?"

    On the day of the talent show, Suzy's12were everywhere—all over the hall and all over the school, each one different.

    "And finally," said Mr. Brown, the schoolmaster, at the end of the show, "we have a(n)13award. I'm sure you've all noticed the wonderful posters." Everyone nodded. "One of our own students14them."

    I could hear everyone whispering. "Who in our school could draw15well?"

    Mr. Brown waited a while before saying, "16this student worked so hard on the posters, she deserves a17 too. Our mystery(神秘) artist is our new student—Suzy Khan!"

    Mr. Brown thanked her for all the wonderful posters and gave her a professional artist's set. "Thank you," she cried.

    I18 at that time when I was looking at her excited face, she'd probably never19anything in her whole life.

    Everyone started to20their hands. Suzy Khan gave them a shy smile and the applause was deafening. I knew then Suzy was going to be all right.