Zhang Kangkang
There is a tree in front of my window.
That is a tall acacia tree. The crown of the tree can reach almost a six-story roof. The thick trunk is flush with the balcony on the third floor, and the lush green leaves are facing my fourth floor window.
Sitting at my desk, a shady tree is in front of my eyes. From spring to autumn, from morning to coma, whether it is intentional or unintentional, it is always pleasing to the eye.
That tree must have been growing for many years. It was here before we moved here. Perhaps, before I was born, it had become a tree. Because of it, we really want to have a window in this unit. Later, as expected, we enjoyed its coolness and tranquility, and we were very satisfied and happy.
In spring, acacia seems to be calmer than other trees. Both Yang and Liu are already green, and they are buds as big as Milla that have just broken ground, with only a little hidden green, quietly but never making noise. A few days later, suddenly, clusters of grape-like buds covered the branches, like a light green dragonfly covered with branches-when it longed to fly, its thin wings were dyed a dazzling silver under the mild clouds in spring. That morning, you will be awakened by a flower fragrance in your dream, which is sweet and elegant, but not attractive. When you find this fragrance and walk on the terrace above, your spirit lifts up, your eyes shine, and suddenly the whole world is bright and magnificent: a tree full of snow curls down like a waterfall. The petals like silver beads are floating slightly in the breeze, which makes people intoxicated and intoxicated.
I tried to hook a bunch of fresh Sophora japonica flowers with my hands and put them in my mouth one by one, like a holy kiss, sweet and cool. Swallow it gently, and your heart will be fragrant. The day when Sophora japonica blooms is our Sophora japonica Festival.
When the Sophora japonica flowers are in full bloom, I know that spring has really come. The manuscript paper spread out on the table is also smart. At that time, the words were a little relaxed.
In summer, Robinia pseudoacacia stands tall, lush and full of vitality. Under the scorching sun, like a canopy, the sun is covered, and under the flame, there are breezes. It often rains in summer, and when there are heavy rains, I prefer to stand by the window for a long time and look at my locust tree-it lets the wind blow the crown of the tree to something, and the green leaves of the tree roll, rotate, tremble and groan like an angry lion. Several times I thought it would be broken by the storm. Lightning and thunder lit up the dark moment, but I caught a glimpse of its trunk, but it was always sad. After the heavy rain, it gently shook off the water drops on its body, and a piece of fine and smooth leaves was washed bright by the rain, full of moisture, serene and calm.
At that moment, I was deeply moved by it, and my heart seemed to become clean and clear. The fresh moisture lingered on the desk after the rain. I wonder if this table is made of acacia wood. Otherwise, why do you still have a heavy mind?
Acacia gave me green in spring and summer. In autumn, the sun coats the tree tops with gold. A few days later, the window was brightly decorated. When the autumn wind blows, the golden leaves of Sophora japonica fall like rain, and my thoughts are often interrupted by the rustling of leaves. I know this is the way to say goodbye. They never hugged each other, just waved to me without looking back. They leave the locust tree just like getting rid of aging and obsolescence, which is a necessity, a fusion and a renewal. They are thinning and withering day by day, sinking safely into the soil and recovering themselves. They need to recuperate, just as I need to forget all the cliches and find a new beginning. So staring at this mottled and broken tree, I don't feel so sad and sad-I know they will come back next year.
Acacia in winter is silent. It is naked and naked, showing me its straightness and pride. Perhaps no one has paid attention to its existence. It lives alone, but it also lives confidently and smartly. When the cold current shakes it, its black branches are like the solemn arms of a band conductor, directing the wind ensemble. After all the leaves have fallen, a brown bird's nest is exposed among the trees. The fat magpie is pecking at the branches and chirping happily. Several sparrows flew to my balcony in search of food. Occasionally, the shadows of crows pass by in a hurry, creating an atmosphere of life, which makes me often guess the language of birds, perhaps reminding me of something. After the snow, the locust tree was covered with silver. Before the sun melts it, I really don't know if it is snow like Sophora japonica or Sophora japonica.
Acacia trees in the four seasons are like tirelessly changing pictures, embedded in the huge frame of my window. When winter went and spring came, the old Sophora japonica withered and recovered, and it was the old Sophora japonica that came back. However, I know that it is not the original pagoda tree-every leaf and every drop of juice is made up of new cells and new substances. This is a new old pagoda tree.
Year after year, I spent six spring and autumn years with my lovesickness. In this life, I will be speechless with Sophora japonica than everyone else. This long and real day, my silent conversation with Sophora japonica constitutes a mysterious tacit understanding.
(Excerpted from Reader, No.23, 2007)
17. Please use concise language to summarize the different characteristics of Robinia pseudoacacia throughout the year. (4 points)
18. From the information provided in the article, what do you think is the most valuable quality of acacia? (3 points)
19. The author wrote about lovesickness in summer. Why did he focus on acacia in the wind and rain? (3 points)
20. Analyze the following statements from the perspective of your choice. (3 points)
"After the snow, the locust tree was covered with silver. When the sun has not melted it, I really don't know if it is snow like Sophora japonica or a rose like snow. "
2 1. What kind of life inspiration did you get from the locust tree? Trees are a big family. What's your favorite tree? Please talk about your reasons. (5 points)
Answer:
17. A: Robinia pseudoacacia is green and quiet in spring, and the flowers are pleasant in the breeze; In summer, acacia leaves the crown of the tree and stagger, but its trunk is always sad; As soon as the autumn wind blows, gold leaves fall like rain; Robinia pseudoacacia in winter, naked and naked, shows its straightness and pride.
Score: **4 points. 65438 +0 points per point.
18. Answer: The valuable qualities of Acacia are calm, simple and strong.
Score: **3 points. 65438 +0 points per point.
19. A: Robinia pseudoacacia in the storm can show a strong and unyielding character and express the author's praise for Robinia pseudoacacia.
Score: **3 points. As long as it has the right meaning.
20. A: This sentence depicts the beautiful gesture of acacia wrapped in silver after the snow, showing readers a wonderful picture, which makes people feel like they are in the environment.
Score: **3 points. As long as it has the right meaning.
2 1. Answer for example: A man should be as simple and strong as a locust tree and make unremitting efforts to realize his life ideal.
Pine trees stand proudly in the snow and remain green forever (willow trees are soft and elegant, and spring is decorated with the green of their own lives).
Score: **5 points. 3 points for the first question and 2 points for the second question. That makes sense, as long as it meets the requirements.