Hegu
After working in the provincial capital, with a wife and children, I rarely go back to my hometown to see. Whenever I touch the word "homesickness", I can't help but recite the poem "thread in the hands of a loving mother" and fall into a long-missed thought.
The hometown on the north bank of Weihe River is barren, and people's life has always been simple. I remember when I was young, I never wore "foreign cloth". From spring to winter, I always wear homespun woven by my mother. My schoolbag in primary school was also made of red and blue plaid coarse cloth, but it gave birth to my childhood dream.
In autumn, cotton is distributed to the team, mostly because of cotton peaches that have not blossomed due to drought. On rainy days, my mother and I peeled cotton peaches and tore them dry in the earthen kiln. On the day of the fair, I took my mother's skirt and carried a big bag to the flower shop. There is no processing fee for playing with flowers, only the tidbits are taken away and the seeds are left. And flower seeds can extract oil.
When I came back, I folded a sorghum stalk, put it on the edge of the bluestone kang, tore a few tidbits and spread them out, rolled them on the sorghum stalk, and rolled them several times to form a cylinder. I am happy to do this kind of play, and I am good at it. That piece of white cotton wool, as thin as a bird's wing, reminds me of the clouds in the sky all the time.
Mother brought a spinning wheel, waxed the thread, oiled the spindle, and then started spinning cross-legged. The fingers of my left hand turned the spinning wheel so lightly, and my right hand held my wound bobbin, pulled it straight to the back, then turned back to the spinning wheel and wound the drawn filament on the spindle. The ears of the thread are getting thicker and thicker, and the pipes are getting thinner and thinner. The rhythm and sound are so monotonous, but in my opinion it is the most beautiful and affectionate music in the world.
Then, on a sunny day, my mother nailed the thread to the shaft and stood in a row in the kiln yard, holding her own clues and synthesizing the thread ball. Sizing, carding and winding on the loom one by one.
Then, my mother sat in front of the loom, throwing a shuttle and pedaling, interweaving the hope of life through the warp and weft. It will take 180 days to finish knitting in front of the window under the lamp. I can't help my mother at all these days. I think mom is really tired, too tired for the children.
Simple homespun covers the body against the cold, accompanies me to grow up, gives me warmth and gives me maternal strength. That thread, like the strings of emotion, is too closely intertwined.
That winter, I came back from a trip to northern Shaanxi and stopped by my hometown.
After so many years away from home, my mother is still like that, sewing under the lamp. Seeing that my cotton-padded jacket was broken, I forced it off and mended it. Looking at my mother's obviously old face, I refused. Her gray sideburns are like sheep trapped in spinning and weaving, which can never be brushed off. Her face is full of wrinkles, as simple as homespun.
Mother took out the needle and thread from the old basket that had been used for decades, and it was still a thread board made of sawdust. She pulled out a thread and put it on, touching her eyes, but she couldn't put it on.
I saw my mother turn away, wiping away tears and having a sour nose. The agility of spinning and weaving when my mother was young has become a thing of the past.
I bought a cotton-padded coat for my mother the other day. A few days after it was sent, my sister wrote that my mother thought "foreign cloth" was ugly, so she might as well hand-knit home-made cloth for her brother-in-law.
When reading the letter, the child asked me to find a line and talk about flying kites in the countryside. I don't know what thread I found to send my child away, but my mood was taken back to my hometown on the north bank of Weihe River.
I think my mother's gray sideburns are wisps, perhaps floating in the wind in my hometown. Maybe she is standing in front of the kiln in the alpine plateau, thinking of her wanderer; She should know that her wanderer is thinking of her!
I wrote a paper by hand, recorded a familiar poem hidden in my heart for a long time, and posted it on my desk. This is Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
Xi Anhou Village 1982 May
14. This paper describes the making process of home-made homespun in detail, and answers the following questions around this point. (4 points)
(1) Starting from "peeling cotton peaches", this paper summarizes the making process of home-made "homespun" in concise language.
(2) What is the purpose of the author's detailed description of this process? Please analyze it briefly.
Analysis: This question examines the ability to understand and explain important sentences in the text.
Answer: (1) Peeling peaches, bouncing flowers, winding flowers, spinning, winding, sizing, carding, winding and weaving. (It is also acceptable to add "air drying", and it is allowed if there is convergence. If you have too many words, you should deduct points as appropriate. )
(2) Describing this process in detail is intended to show the mother's hard work in weaving homespun and highlight her simple, kind and hardworking character for her children.
15. Synthesize the meaning of the full text, and briefly analyze the function of Meng Jiao's poem Ode to a Wandering Son quoted at the end of the text. (3 points)
Analysis: this question examines the ability to summarize the main points of the content and the meaning of the text.
Answer: ① Point out the title of this article; (2) Reveal the theme of the article and sublimate the connotation of the article through this famous article praising mother; (3) praised the great selfless maternal love; ④ It highlights the author's love and yearning for his mother.
16. Enjoy the artistic techniques and expressive effects of the following sentences respectively. (Choose two answers. ) (2 points)
(1) The spike is getting thicker and the pipe is getting thinner.
(2) That thread, like the strings of emotion, is too closely intertwined.
I think ... maybe she (mother) is standing in front of the kiln in the alpine plateau, thinking of her wanderer; She should know that her wanderer is thinking of her!
Analysis: this question examines the application and modification skills of understanding the meaning of the text.
Answer: (1) Ear of Thread and Tube of Flowers use the words "fat" and "thin" flexibly (or the words "fat" and "thin" are personified), which vividly describes the process of mother's hard spinning.
(2) Compare the thread of Home-made Cloth to a string, turn abstract emotions into concrete images, and warmly praise the great maternal love reflected in Home-made Cloth.
(3) From the mother's point of view, imagine the mother's situation at this time, and express the author's own thoughts about her mother more deeply. (This substitution of subject and object is very common in ancient poems, such as Du Fu's "For our boys and girls, poor little babies, too young to know where the capital is". )
17. For the appreciation of this article, the two incorrect items are (2 points) ().
A "monotony" and "the happiest and most affectionate" are opposite, but at the same time they are used to describe the mother's spinning sound, but they are appropriate and harmonious.
B. When I write "I", I never wear "foreign cloth". Now my mother still thinks "foreign cloth" stands out. Although it contains the narrowness of rejecting new things, it shows more the simple feelings of hometown people.
C. many figurative sentences in the text are very expressive. Some metaphors, which seem to be handy, have been carefully tempered. For example, "velvet" and "homespun" are used to refer to mother's "bangs" and "wrinkles" respectively.
D. "Line" is an important image in the text, and the lines in the text are real and imaginary. The solid line is "the line in the hands of a loving mother", and the dotted line is the great selfless maternal love and the author's love for her mother.
E. This essay is simple in style, does not pay attention to exquisite layout, and does not pursue gorgeous rhetoric, which is completely consistent with the simple and profound feelings that the author wants to express in the article.
Analysis: This topic primarily examines the ability to appreciate literary works. B. "I" never wore "foreign cloth" because I was poor when I was a child, and "the narrowness of refusing new things" deviated from the original intention of the article; E. you can't say that the article doesn't pay attention to layout. The article pays attention to the layout from the beginning and end echo and the middle writing, but it does not excessively pursue the ingenuity of the layout.
Answer: Yes.