2019-2020年高考英语二轮复习题型重组第十四组

2019-2020年高考英语二轮复习题型重组第十四组阅读理解AJohn Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn’t, the girl with the rose.His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin.The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner’s name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shippe d overseas for service in World War Ⅱ.During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail.Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn’t matter what she looked like.When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting—7：00 p．m. at the Grand Central Station in New Yo rk. “You’ll recognize me，” she wrote, “by the red rose I’ll be wearing on my lapel.” So at 7：00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he’d never seen.I’ll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, attractive smile curved her lips.“Going my way, sailor！” she murmured.Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick­ankled feet thrust into low­heeled shoes.The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman，even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. “I’m Lieutenant(中尉) John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner？”The woman’s face broadened into a tolerant smile. “I don’t know what this is about, son，” she answered，“but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test！”It’s not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell’s wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive, “Tell me whom you love，” Houssaye wrote，“and I will tell you who you are.”1．How did John Blanchard get to know Miss Hollis Maynell?A．They lived in the same city.B．They were both interested in literature.C．John came across Hollis in a Florida library.D．John knew Hollis’s name from a library book.2．Hollis refused to send Blanchard a photo because________.A．she thought true love is beyond appearanceB．she wasn’t confident about her appearanceC．she was only a middle­aged womanD．she had never taken any photo before they knew3．How could Blanchard recognize Hollis?A．She would be holding a book in her hand.B．She would be wearing a rose on her coat.C．She would be standing behind a young girl.D．She would be wearing a scarf around her neck.4．What was the real Miss Hollis Maynell like?A．She was a plump woman with graying hair.B．She was a slightly fat girl, with blonde hair.C．She was a young, pretty girl wearing a green suit.D．She was a middle­aged woman in her forties.5．When Blanchard went over to greet the woman, he was ________．A．disappointed but well­behavedB．satisfied and confidentC．annoyed and bad­manneredD．shocked but inspired6．Which of the following can be the best title for the passage?A．Don’t Judge a Book by Its CoverB．The Symbol of RoseC．Love Is BlindD．A Test of LoveBIt was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and do all your work” was taken seriously back then.Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having Brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping.Again she cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute.”On the way we met Mrs. Patrick, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong，together with her girls.There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange­colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back,watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we_were_all_beside_ourselves．Parents forgot their duty and their dignity；children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies(嫉妒)．“Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven，”I thought confusedly.It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the house. I suppose we had some sort of sup per. I suppose there must have been surface tidying­up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough.The strange thing was, we didn’t mention that day afterward.I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are”．The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three­year­old girl insistently cried her desire to “go park, see duck”．“I can’t go！” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that far.”My mother，who was visiting us, looked up from the p eas she was shelling. “It’s a wonderful day，”she offered，“really warm, yet there’s a fine breeze.Do you remember that day we flew kites？”I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories.“Come on，” I told my little girl, “You’re right, it’s too good a day to miss.”Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath(余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war.He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of—what dark and horrible things?“Say！” A smile slipped out from his lips. “Do you remember—no, of course you wouldn’t. It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”I hardly dared speak.“Remember what？”“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp(战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites？”7．Why do you think Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily when she was with her girls on the way?A．She felt she was too old to fly kites with the girls.B．She was afraid her husband would make fun of her.C．She thought she should have been doing housework then.D．S he was worried she couldn’t fly kites as well as her children.8．By “we were all beside ourselves”， the writer meant that ________．A．they didn’t know what to doB．they were wild with joyC．they forgot their everyday fightsD．couldn’t control themselves9．It seemed to the writer that after the kite­flying，________．A．all the others must have forgotten that dayB．everyone else had been as excited as sheC．the boys had had more fun than the girlsD．her parents shouldn’t have gone with them10．The writer finally agreed to take her little girl out for a sight­seeing due to the fact that ________．A．her own mother had taken her out for the kite­flying when she was very young B．she thought it was not right for a mother to be too hard on her child C．it would be a pity not to let her little girl out on such a great day D．she was reminded of the day when they flew kites happily11．The writer mentioned their returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy to show that ________．A．the day was gone forever when they flew kites togetherB．friendship in childhood really meant much to themC．she was not alone in treasuring her sweet memoriesD．the experience in POW camp had changed him a lot阅读理解A1．解析：选D。