在探究“水的沸腾”实验中：

乙击中环数的概率分布如下表：

湖畔雨趣

苏连硕

    秋已深深，我以为不会下雨了。没想到，吃了晚饭，便隔窗闻到了刷刷的雨声。我惊喜地喊，下雨了，下雨了。

    正密，正疾，少顷即淋湿了。好，好，不密，不疾，还有什么意思呢？没有一丝风，这雨落得均匀、平实、温柔。

    它下它的，我行我的，一样的速度，一样的步履，不受干扰，若无其事。正所谓随心所欲，我行我素。天籁刷刷，我脚步亦刷刷，不过雨疾我缓罢了。难得的天人和谐共鸣。水泥路面有些水了，管它，啪唧啪唧地踩，如小孩子般顽皮。说是这样的说，顽皮一阵子可以，还是下意识地沿没有积水的碎石子路行了。

    到得高大的廊亭，雨且疏了，只有棚顶淌下水的滴答声。摸了摸铁栏，不湿，遂将腿抬上去。平时我要喊几声的，此刻噤了喉咙，哑了嗓子。老夫怎忍心“聊发少年狂”打扰这宁静的夜、宁静的雨呢？

    看不准湖面的雨点落下的波纹，只有平静复平静，柔和复柔和，温馨复温馨。多么绮丽的雨夜呀。

    蒙蒙的秋雨，濡湿了深秋的天空，滋润了尚未枯黄的草地与花树，清醒了我昏昏沉沉的头脑。

    常人爱说春雨贵如油，是喜雨，美其“好雨知时节，当春乃发生”；对秋雨，却总是有所偏见，说它的冷落、萧条与肃杀。过于强调“一场秋雨一场凉”，缺少对于它的难得的坚韧、善良品格的讴歌与赞许，甚或怀着责难，这么凉的天，下什么雨呢？真讨嫌。

    殊不知，雨既是属于春夏的，也是属于秋甚至属于冬的。秋雨的特点，不只在于它的凉，还在于它的绵、它的柔、它的韧，跟“春雨贵如油”一样，说“秋雨贵如油”，当秋“乃发生”，“润物细无声”，是“喜雨”，也丝毫不过分。至少农民会由衷渴望，喜滋滋称快庆幸的。

    春雨，吝啬得很，稀疏极了，连个沙尘也压不住。秋雨则不然，缱绻连绵，“随风潜入夜”，从早下到晚，淅淅，沥沥，簌簌，沙沙，潺潺，涓涓，丝丝缕缕，袅袅婷婷，蕴涵着坚韧、持久的耐力；多豪爽，多气派。

    秋雨也不似夏雨的没正邪——有时凶猛暴戾，有时干打雷不下雨，沥涝、干旱都具有极大的伤害性、毁灭性。秋雨总是那么神清气定，从容平静，有条不紊，不急不躁，不张不扬，任花开花落、云卷云舒，应节而降，恰到好处，仿佛醇醪，仿佛甘霖。

    苍天有情有眼有心有数，秋雨是它的天使。细腻温情地送走酷烈的夏，含情脉脉地迎迓着冷峻的冬。能说它不为承前启后而深谋远虑、大度从容么？没有宽阔诚挚的胸怀，没有充沛的储备，怎么这么晶莹剔透、清幽隽雅、飘飘洒洒、淋漓酣畅地下得这么匀实，这样耐心，这样慷慨呢？

    苍天不老。秋雨，是苍天的寄托，是苍天的胸臆，没有惆怅，没有感伤，没有飞扬跋扈，没有大轰大嗡，只有特立独行、真诚坦荡地洒落，那么凉，那么柔，那么韧，那么闲适，那么沉静，那么达观。

    秋雨呀，浸沐着我的头脑，激溅着我的键盘，促我敲击着清醒、清新、清亮的文字。

    当你平抚沉静下心来，你会真切地感到，雨毕竟在轻轻柔柔、袅袅娜娜，既很努力很认真又很随意很散漫地落呢。不只是在脸庞、在眉间、在额头，而是在心灵深处，丝丝清凉，缕缕甘美。脱了绿叶外衣的高高低低的树木，没有萎靡，伸出裸露的手臂在真挚地呼唤、拥抱着蒙蒙的细雨，脉脉的温馨。

    眼前的这般轻微这般柔细的雨，我尤其喜欢。因为缱绻缠绵的最后一幕的喜雨，迎迓着姗姗来迟的第一场瑞雪，默默地传承着启后的信息。

（选自《湖畔散记》，有删节）

据报道，某地八年级学生小东刚买的MP3不翼而飞了，他怀疑是同班的小鲁偷了。于是他就在班里说小鲁是贼，并邀约3位同学在放学后把小鲁强行留下搜身。小鲁坚决反抗，被他们失手打成重伤，几乎酿成命案。医治小鲁共用了近20万元；原本成绩良好的四位朋友因赔偿问题反目成仇，成绩一落千丈，中考连普通高中都没能考上。

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    Here is a dog with a lantern(提灯) in his mouth. He is looking for his master(主人).

    Carlo, a lovely dog, had been taught to be useful. The roads, in the place where his master lived, were often so bad that it was not safe for any person to go out without a light on dark nights.

    So Carlo's master taught him to carry a lantern for him at night, and he did it as steadily(稳固地) as any boy could have done.

    Carlo never trotted(小跑) too far before his master so that the bright light of the lantern might guide his master's steps.

    When he came to a deep rut(车辙) or hole in the road, he would turn round to his master, seemed to say, “Take care, there is a hole here.''

    The dog's master lived about a mile from the town, and when he could not get home before dark, Carlo used to be sent to him with the lantern. Carlo usually knew where to go. He also knew the road which his master would take.

  But Carlo didn't always find his master right away. When he reached the town, he would run off to a house where his master often was. Still holding his lantern, he would scratch at the street-door with his feet and bark(吠叫), as much as to say, “Here am I, Master, with the lantern, are you ready for home?''

    Someone would perhaps come to the door and say, “Your master is not here.” Carlo would growl(嘟哝), seemed to say, “Then he is somewhere else, and I must find him.”

    He would then run off to one house after another, until he found his master, and then the two went home together.