专题09—阅读理解（文学小说类）
1.【南京、盐城2016～2017四个自信指的是什么学年第一次模拟考试】
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Dad and I loved baball and hated sleep. One midsummer dawn when I was nine, we drove to the local park with our baballs, gloves, and Yankees caps.
“If you thought night baball was a thrill, just wait,” Dad told me. “Morning air carries the ball like you’ve never en.”
He was right. Our fastballs charged faster and landed more lightly. The echoes of our catches popped as the sun ro over the dew-sprinkled fields.
The park was all ours for about two hours. Then a young mother pushed her stroller toward us. When she neared, Dad politely leaned over the stroller, waved, and gave the baby his best smile.
The mother stared at him for a cond, and then rushed away.
Dad covered his mouth with his hand and walked to the car. “Let’s go, bud,” he said. “I’m not feeling well.”
A month earlier, Bell’s palsy (贝尔氏神经麻痹) had struck Dad, paralyzing the right side of his face. It left him slurring words and with a droopy eyelid. He could hardly drink from a cup without spilling onto his shirt. And his smile, which once ead the pain of playground cuts and burst forth at the mention of Mick Jagger, Woody Allen, or his very own Yankees, was gone.
As I slumped in the car, I began suspecting that our sunri park visit wasn’t about watching daylight lift around us. This was his effort to avoid stares.
It was a solemn drive home.
After that day, Dad spent more time indoors. He left the shopping, driving, and Little League games to Mom. A freelance editor, he turned our dining room into his office and b
uried himlf in manuscripts. He no longer wanted to play catch.
At physical therapy, Dad obeyed the doctor: “Now smile as wide as you can. Now lift your right cheek with your hand. Now try to whistle.何陋之有的之”
Only the sound of blowing air came out. My earliest memories were of Dad whistling to Frank Sinatra or Bobby McFerrin. He always whistled. He had taught me to whistle too.
Of the roughly 40,000 Americans suffering Bell’s palsy every year, most recover in veral weeks. Other cas take a few months to heal. But after nine weeks of therapy, the doctor confesd she couldn’t help Dad.
“I’ve never en anything like this,” she told him after his final ssion. Then she handed him the bill.
Dad coped through humor. He occasionally grabbed erasable markers and drew an even-sided wide smile across his face. Other times, he practiced his Elvis impersonation, joking that his curled lips allowed him to perfect his performance of “虾仁冬瓜汤的做法Hound Dog”.
By the time I entered fourth grade that September, Dad could blink his right eye and speak clearly again. But his smile still hadn’t returned. So I made a cret vow: I would abstain from smiles of any kind.
不做井底之蛙
Nothing about fourth grade made this easy. Classmates were both old enough to laugh about pop culture and young enough to appreciate fart jokes. Kids called me Frowny the Dwarf. (I was three foot ten.) Teachers accompanied me into hallways, asking what was wrong. Breaking the promi I had made mylf was tempting, but I couldn’t let Dad not smile alone.
When I asked my PE coach, “What’s so great about smiling?” he made me do push-ups while the rest of the class played Wiffle ball. Then he called Dad.正宗葱爆羊肉
I never learned what they discusd. But when I got off the school bus that afternoon, I saw Dad waiting for me, holding our gloves and ball. For the first time in months, we got in the family car and went to the park for a catch.
“It’s been too long,” he said.
Roughly a half-dozen fathers and sons lined the field with gloved arms in the air. Dad couldn’t smile, but he beamed, and so did I. Sundown came quickly. The field’s white lights glowed, and everyone el left. But Dad and I threw everything from curve balls to folly floaters into the night. We had catching up to do.
藏在心里的爱粟裕子女1. Why did Father choo to play baballs one summer dawn?
A. They could perform better in the morning.
B. He tried to escape others’ attention to his face.
6项精进C. Morning air was more suitable for playing baball.
D. The park was empty and they could enjoy themlves.
2. The underlined phra “abstain from” in Paragraph 16 is clost in meaning to ______.
A. ek for B. recover from C. give up D. break into
3. What can we infer from the underlined ntence in Paragraph 17?
A. The boy lost his ability to smile.
B. The boy must have suffered many wrongs.
C. The boy couldn’t appreciate pop culture.
D. The boy tried his best to make Father smile.
4. Why did the father accompany his son to the park for a catch that night?
A. He had made a complete recovery.
B. He thought night baball was a thrill.
