四、阅读理解
I'd never told my mother about climbing the tree. If I told her, she would say it was too dangerous. My brothers, being brothers, wouldn't have cared. Then there was my father. The only person I knew would understand. Still, I was afraid to tell him. He might tell my mother and very soon they'd try to stop me.
So I kept quiet, kept climbing, and felt a somewhat lonely joy as I looked out over the world. Then a few months ago, I found myself talking to the tree. This is a complete conversation, just me and a tree. And on the climb down I felt like crying. Why didn't I have someone real to talk to? Why didn't I have a best friend like everyone else? Sure, there were kids I knew at school, but none of them were close friends. They'd have no interest in climbing the tree or smelling the sunshine.
That night, after dinner my father went outside to paint. In the cold of the night, under the porch (门廊) light, he went on with the unfinished painting of a sunrise he'd been working on.
I got my jacket and went out to sit beside him, quiet as a mouse. After a few minutes, he said, "What's on your mind, sweetheart?"
I looked at him but couldn't seem to speak.
He mixed two kinds of orange together, and very softly he said, "Talk to me."
I sighed so heavily, and it surprised even me. "I understand why you come out here, Dad."
He tried kidding me. "Would you mind explaining it to your mother?"
"I hope not, Dad. I understand now about the whole being greater than the sum of the parts." He stopped his work. "You do? What happened? Tell me about it!"
So I told him about the sycamore (无花果) tree. About the view and the sounds and the colours and the wind, how climbing up so high felt like flying, and how it felt like magic.
He didn't stop me once, and when I finished my story, I looked at him and whispered, "Would you climb up there with me?"
He thought about this for a long time, then smiled and said, "I'm not much of a climber, Julianna, but I'll give it a try, sure. How about this weekend, when we've got lots of time to work with?"
"Great!" I went to bed feeling so excited that I didn't sleep for more than five minutes the whole night. Saturday was right around the corner. I couldn't wait!
—Adapted from *Flipped*
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A. Because the tree could hold only one person's weight.
B. Because her family members didn't care about her.
C. Because she could share the joy of it with no one else.
D. Because she had nothing more interesting to do.
(
A. Nervous and uncertain.
B. Worried and impatient.
C. Unwilling and angry.
D. Confident and hopeful.
(
A. Children need friends at school.
B. Children can always ask for help from parents.
C. Children should always listen to their parents.
D. Children should be allowed to do anything they like.
I'd never told my mother about climbing the tree. If I told her, she would say it was too dangerous. My brothers, being brothers, wouldn't have cared. Then there was my father. The only person I knew would understand. Still, I was afraid to tell him. He might tell my mother and very soon they'd try to stop me.
So I kept quiet, kept climbing, and felt a somewhat lonely joy as I looked out over the world. Then a few months ago, I found myself talking to the tree. This is a complete conversation, just me and a tree. And on the climb down I felt like crying. Why didn't I have someone real to talk to? Why didn't I have a best friend like everyone else? Sure, there were kids I knew at school, but none of them were close friends. They'd have no interest in climbing the tree or smelling the sunshine.
That night, after dinner my father went outside to paint. In the cold of the night, under the porch (门廊) light, he went on with the unfinished painting of a sunrise he'd been working on.
I got my jacket and went out to sit beside him, quiet as a mouse. After a few minutes, he said, "What's on your mind, sweetheart?"
I looked at him but couldn't seem to speak.
He mixed two kinds of orange together, and very softly he said, "Talk to me."
I sighed so heavily, and it surprised even me. "I understand why you come out here, Dad."
He tried kidding me. "Would you mind explaining it to your mother?"
"I hope not, Dad. I understand now about the whole being greater than the sum of the parts." He stopped his work. "You do? What happened? Tell me about it!"
So I told him about the sycamore (无花果) tree. About the view and the sounds and the colours and the wind, how climbing up so high felt like flying, and how it felt like magic.
He didn't stop me once, and when I finished my story, I looked at him and whispered, "Would you climb up there with me?"
He thought about this for a long time, then smiled and said, "I'm not much of a climber, Julianna, but I'll give it a try, sure. How about this weekend, when we've got lots of time to work with?"
"Great!" I went to bed feeling so excited that I didn't sleep for more than five minutes the whole night. Saturday was right around the corner. I couldn't wait!
—Adapted from *Flipped*
(
C
) 1. Why did the writer feel that climbing the tree was a lonely joy?A. Because the tree could hold only one person's weight.
B. Because her family members didn't care about her.
C. Because she could share the joy of it with no one else.
D. Because she had nothing more interesting to do.
(
A
) 2. What might the writer feel when she asked the underlined question?A. Nervous and uncertain.
B. Worried and impatient.
C. Unwilling and angry.
D. Confident and hopeful.
(
B
) 3. What does the passage mainly want to tell us?A. Children need friends at school.
B. Children can always ask for help from parents.
C. Children should always listen to their parents.
D. Children should be allowed to do anything they like.
答案：1. C 2. A 3. B
解析：
翻译:
### 四、阅读理解
我从未告诉过妈妈我爬树的事。如果我告诉她，她会说那太危险了。我的兄弟们，作为兄弟，不会在意。然后是我的父亲。他是我认识的唯一能理解我的人。不过，我还是不敢告诉他。他可能会告诉妈妈，很快他们就会试图阻止我。
所以我保持沉默，继续爬树，当我俯瞰这个世界时，我感到一种有些孤独的快乐。然后几个月前，我发现自己在和树说话。这是一场完整的对话，只有我和一棵树。在爬下来的时候，我想哭。为什么我没有一个真正可以交谈的人？为什么我没有像其他人一样有一个最好的朋友？当然，学校里我认识一些孩子，但他们中没有一个是亲密的朋友。他们对爬树或闻阳光的味道没有兴趣。
那天晚上，晚饭后爸爸出去画画。在夜晚的寒冷中，在门廊的灯光下，他继续画那幅他一直未完成的日出画。
我拿上我的夹克，出去坐在他旁边，像老鼠一样安静。几分钟后，他说：“你在想什么，宝贝？”
我看着他，但似乎说不出话来。
他把两种橙色混合在一起，然后非常温柔地说：“和我说说。”
我重重地叹了口气，连我自己都很惊讶。“我理解你为什么来这里，爸爸。”
他试着逗我。“你介意给你妈妈解释一下吗？”
“我希望不介意，爸爸。我现在理解了整体大于部分之和的道理。”他停下了手中的工作。“你理解了？发生了什么？和我说说！”
于是我告诉他关于那棵无花果树的事。关于那里的景色、声音、颜色和风，爬到那么高的地方感觉就像在飞翔，以及那种感觉就像魔法一样。
他一次也没有打断我，当我讲完我的故事后，我看着他，轻声说：“你愿意和我一起爬到那里吗？”
他想了很久，然后微笑着说：“我不太会爬树，朱莉安娜，但我会试一试，当然。这个周末怎么样，那时我们有很多时间可以利用？”
“太棒了！”我上床睡觉时感到非常兴奋，一整晚我睡了不超过五分钟。星期六就要到了。我等不及了！
——改编自《怦然心动》
1. 为什么作者觉得爬树是一种孤独的快乐？
A. 因为树只能承受一个人的重量。
B. 因为她的家人不在乎她。
C. 因为她不能和别人分享其中的快乐。
D. 因为她没有更有趣的事情可做。
2. 当作者问划线的问题时，她可能有什么感觉？
A. 紧张且不确定。
B. 担心且不耐烦。
C. 不情愿且生气。
D. 自信且充满希望。
3. 这篇文章主要想告诉我们什么？
A. 孩子们在学校需要朋友。
B. 孩子们总能向父母求助。
C. 孩子们应该总是听父母的话。
D. 孩子们应该被允许做任何他们喜欢的事情。
### 四、阅读理解
我从未告诉过妈妈我爬树的事。如果我告诉她，她会说那太危险了。我的兄弟们，作为兄弟，不会在意。然后是我的父亲。他是我认识的唯一能理解我的人。不过，我还是不敢告诉他。他可能会告诉妈妈，很快他们就会试图阻止我。
所以我保持沉默，继续爬树，当我俯瞰这个世界时，我感到一种有些孤独的快乐。然后几个月前，我发现自己在和树说话。这是一场完整的对话，只有我和一棵树。在爬下来的时候，我想哭。为什么我没有一个真正可以交谈的人？为什么我没有像其他人一样有一个最好的朋友？当然，学校里我认识一些孩子，但他们中没有一个是亲密的朋友。他们对爬树或闻阳光的味道没有兴趣。
那天晚上，晚饭后爸爸出去画画。在夜晚的寒冷中，在门廊的灯光下，他继续画那幅他一直未完成的日出画。
我拿上我的夹克，出去坐在他旁边，像老鼠一样安静。几分钟后，他说：“你在想什么，宝贝？”
我看着他，但似乎说不出话来。
他把两种橙色混合在一起，然后非常温柔地说：“和我说说。”
我重重地叹了口气，连我自己都很惊讶。“我理解你为什么来这里，爸爸。”
他试着逗我。“你介意给你妈妈解释一下吗？”
“我希望不介意，爸爸。我现在理解了整体大于部分之和的道理。”他停下了手中的工作。“你理解了？发生了什么？和我说说！”
于是我告诉他关于那棵无花果树的事。关于那里的景色、声音、颜色和风，爬到那么高的地方感觉就像在飞翔，以及那种感觉就像魔法一样。
他一次也没有打断我，当我讲完我的故事后，我看着他，轻声说：“你愿意和我一起爬到那里吗？”
他想了很久，然后微笑着说：“我不太会爬树，朱莉安娜，但我会试一试，当然。这个周末怎么样，那时我们有很多时间可以利用？”
“太棒了！”我上床睡觉时感到非常兴奋，一整晚我睡了不超过五分钟。星期六就要到了。我等不及了！
——改编自《怦然心动》
1. 为什么作者觉得爬树是一种孤独的快乐？
A. 因为树只能承受一个人的重量。
B. 因为她的家人不在乎她。
C. 因为她不能和别人分享其中的快乐。
D. 因为她没有更有趣的事情可做。
2. 当作者问划线的问题时，她可能有什么感觉？
A. 紧张且不确定。
B. 担心且不耐烦。
C. 不情愿且生气。
D. 自信且充满希望。
3. 这篇文章主要想告诉我们什么？
A. 孩子们在学校需要朋友。
B. 孩子们总能向父母求助。
C. 孩子们应该总是听父母的话。
D. 孩子们应该被允许做任何他们喜欢的事情。