Question

Night after night, she came to tuck me in(掖好被子), even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted at her: "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love. Lying awake long afterward, my words rang in my mind. But pride overwhelmed my conscience, and I didn't tell her I was sorry.

Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss upon my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it appeared in the back of my mind.

Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl any more. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching for medicine to calm a young girl's stomach or ease the pain of a boy's injured knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could…and still insists on dishing out ice cream at any hour of the day or night.

Through the years, my mother's hands have put in countless hours of toil, and most of hers were before automatic washers!

Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was that late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I drifted into sleep in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly stole across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.

In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my surly young voice complained: “Don't do that any more —your hands are too rough!” Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten —and forgiven —long ago.

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

1.Why was the author annoyed with her mother?

A. Her mother disturbed her rest by tucking her in.

B. She felt uncomfortable with her mother’s non-smooth hands.

C. Her mother leant down and kissed her forehead.

D. She was not accustomed to her mother’s action.

2. Which of the following best describes the author’s mother?

A. devoted and hardworking B. caring and intelligent

C. thoughtful but stubborn D. optimistic but careless

3. We can learn from the passage that __________.

A. The author lived separately from her mother

B. The author’s father has passed away

C. The author alone took care of her children

D. The author’s mother never kissed her again since that night

4. What’s the author’s main purpose of writing the passage?

A. To thank her mother’s help

B. To express her regret

C. To appreciate her mother’s love

D. To call up memories of her childhood.

Answer 1

1.B

2.A

3.B

4.C

【解析】

試題分析：本文講述母親每晚都會用她的手撫摸我，并親吻我的額頭，我卻感覺她的手很粗糙，有一天生氣地要她不要再這樣做了，之后我卻十分后悔想念其撫摸，在感恩節(jié)時母親有考試撫摸親吻我，我對之前的行為向母親表示后悔，而母親早已原諒了并忘了這件事的故事。

1. it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin因為他們感覺這么的粗糙使我年輕的皮膚不舒服，因此作者是對母親粗糙的手不舒服而感到生氣，故選B

2. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family.母親70了，但她那雙我認(rèn)為十分粗糙的手仍舊在為我和我的家庭做事，可知母親仍在奉獻(xiàn)著和努力工作，故選A

3. no longer has Dad，可知父親已經(jīng)去世了，故選B

4. fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands.我?guī)е鴮δ赣H及她的關(guān)懷的手的感激睡著了，可知作者寫這篇文章就是為感激母親的愛，故選C

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