Question

It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for "Six days shall you labor and do all your work" was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning. Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having Brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.

My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she cast a look toward the window. "Come on, girls! Let's take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute."

On the way we met Mrs. Patrick, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her girls.

There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys' kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.

Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. "Perhaps it's like this in the kingdom of heaven," I thought confusedly.

It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the house. I suppose we had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn't mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep "the things that cannot be and yet they are."

The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to "go park, see duck."

"I can't go!" I said. "I have this and this to do, and when I'm through I'll be too tired to walk that far."

My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling（去皮）. "It's a wonderful day," she offered, "really warm, yet there's a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?"

I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. "Come on," I told my little girl. "You're right, it's too good a day to miss."

Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath (余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of — what dark and horrible things?

"Say!" A smile sipped out from his lips. "Do you remember — no, of course you wouldn't. It probably didn't make the impression on you as it did on me."

I hardly dared speak. "Remember what?"

"I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren't too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?"

1.Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought_________.

A. she was too old to fly kites

B. she should have been doing her housework then

C. her husband would make fun of her

D. her girls weren’t supposed to play the boy’s game

2.By "we were all beside ourselves," the writer means that they all _________.

A. felt confused      B. looked on

C. went wild with joy D. forgot their fights

3.What did the writer think after the kite-flying?

A. The boys must have had more fun than the girls.

B. All the others must have forgotten that day.

C. Her parents should spend more time with them.

D. They should have finished their work before playing.

4.Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing?

A. She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother.

B. She thought it was a great day to play outside.

C. She had finished her work in the kitchen.

D. She was reminded of the day they flew kites.

5.The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show that _________.

A. the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories

B. his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life

C. childhood friendship means so much to the writer

D. people like him really changed a lot after the war

Answer

1.B

2.C

3.B

4.D

5.A

【解析】试题分析：文章讲述了我在小时候一次放风筝的经历中体验到的快乐。虽然是春季大扫除忙碌的时候，但是几个男生放风筝的动作引起了男人和妇女们的注意，他们纷纷停止手中的活，来享受这片刻的自由和宁静。当我回到家，却以为大家都忘记了这次放风筝的美好回忆而感到尴尬。多年之后我发现，其实这么美好的回忆不止我记住了。这是一篇温馨的回忆记叙文。

1. was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for ‘Six days shall you labor and do all your work’。 Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning。”星期六是像往常一样忙碌的一天，母亲和帕特里克太太在从事春季大扫除。第二段又说母亲招呼女孩们一起看男生放风筝，而帕特里克太太也去了。所以她为在最忙的时候没做大扫除而内疚。故选B。

2. our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies.”我们的父亲放下工具加入我们，母亲也转身笑得像少女，父母们忘了他们的责任和尊贵的身份，小孩子们忘记了每天的争执和小嫉妒。而这都是特别开心的表现。故选C。

3.细节理解题。定位到第六段第四句话The strange thing was, we didn't mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I.很奇怪的是，我们竟然压根没有提到那天放风筝的事情，我甚至感到有一些尴尬。当然，那个时候没有谁比我更激动。由此可看出作者以为在放风筝之后，大家一定都忘记了那天的快乐。故选B。

4.事实判断题。定位到底九、十段。当我的三岁的小女孩跟我说去公园看鸭子的时候，我说我有很多事情要做而拒绝了。但是母亲的一句话Do you remember that day we flew kites?" 让我打开了记忆的匣子，想起了那个放风筝的时候。"Come on," I told my little girl. "You're right, it's too good a day to miss."然后跟我的女孩说：“你说的对极了，这是一个值得纪念的日子。故最后我答应我的女儿去公园是因为我想起了我放风筝的那个时光。故选D。

5.推理判断题。"I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren't too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?"最后一段帕特里克的男孩谈到自己在战俘营的时候，当有不好的事情发生他总是想到他们一起放风筝那个美好的时光。因此这么美好的回忆不是作者我一个人记住了，其实我的母亲，帕特里克的男孩他们都记得。故选A。

考点：记叙文阅读。