北语比较文学专业03至08年考研试题回忆版
新版北京语言大学比较文学与世界文学考研经验考研真题考研参考书
备考的时候唯一心愿就是上岸之后也可以写一篇经验贴，来和学弟学妹们分享这一年多的复习经验和教训。
我在去年这个时候也跟大家要一样在网上找着各种各样的复习经验贴，给我的帮助也很多，所以希望我的经验也可以给你们带来一定帮助，但是每个人的学习方法和习惯都不相同，所以大家还是要多借鉴别人的经验，然后找到适合自己的学习方法，并且坚持到底！时间确实很快，痛也快乐着吧。
我准备考研的时间也许不是很长，希望大家不要学我，毕竟考研的竞争压力是越来越大，提前准备还是有优势的，另外就是时间线只针对本人，大家可以结合实际制定自己的考研规划。
在开始的时候我还是要说一个老生常谈的话题，就是你要想明白自己为什么要考研，想明白这一点是至关重要的。
如果你是靠自我驱动，是有坚定的信心发自内心的想要考上研究生，就可以减少不必要的内心煎熬，在复习的过程中知道自己不断的靠近自己的梦想。
好了说了一些鸡汤，下面咱们说一下正经东西吧，本文三大部分：英语+政治+专业课，字数比较多，文末分享了真题和资料，大家可自行下载。
北京语言大学比较文学与世界文学的初试科目为：(101)思想政治理论(201)英语一(723)中外文学(823)比较文学概论或(101)思想政治理论(203)日语(724)中外文学(823)比较文学概论参考书目为：1.外国文学参考书上下两册2.乐黛云：《比较文学与比较文化十讲》复旦大学出版社3.陈惇、刘象愚：《比较文学概论》北京师范大学出版社4.杨乃文、乐黛云：《比较文学概论》北京大学出版社5.杨慧林、高旭东：《比较文学实用指南》北京大学出版社关于英语复习的建议考研英语复习建议:一定要多做真题，通过对真题的讲解和练习，在不断做题的过程中，对相关知识进行查漏补缺。
对于自己不熟练的题型，加强训练，总结做题技巧，达到准确快速解题的目的。
虽然准备的时间早但因为各种事情耽误了很长时间，真正复习是从暑假开始的，暑假学习时间充分，是复习备考的黄金期，一定要充分利用，必须集中学习，要攻克阅读，完形，翻译，新题型！大家一定要在这个时间段猛搞学习。
北大中文比较文学考研真题(1990-2018)
1990-2008-2010——201311201220132017182018年北大中文比较文学考研真题浅析Ⅰ、前言1、本来都退出豆瓣广播了，因为世事无常和人言可畏这两个原因，这篇日志伴随的广播我保留到今晚为止，然后删除。
算是总结，算是交代。
2、我想写的的话还是给朋友写吧，十几位在考或将考的朋友跟我真心探求，我觉得不写的话是辜负他/她们了。
3、上午看到了博士劝退论的相关论述，我是赞同的，又比如每年考北大中文比较文学的朋友有几十个，跟我联系的占了其中二分之一，每个人的实力虽然都很稚嫩，但是心性和想法却是大大不同的。
我写这篇是为了让认真读了书的朋友知道怎么发挥，以便不让自己的才情白白浪费，甚至于抱怨老天不公，以为自己的命运独独不好，没有的事。
4、当然我也是有敌人的，敌人是那些拿考研赚取商业利益而不管学生以后学术及其求职发展而一味洗脑的各大中文考研培训机构与网站。
5、也就是说，考研不是一条适合不想读一辈子书的人走的路，社会很黑暗同时很广阔，可以走的路很多，学术只是其中一条，这一条路很窄，只适合无怨无悔坐冷板凳的人。
我只是写一些个人的粗浅想法，对于一些抱着看笑话目的来的人，我感到奈何（narrow），对于一些愿意继续走下去的人，我感到你也明白，文学是很伟大的。
那么，就让我们步入“正题”吧。
Ⅱ、比较文学与世界文学卷一、名词解释（40分）1、Allegory分析：属于较为传统的文学、文论方面的关键词、概念。
这种最好是能从做词源解析开始，如ἀλληγορία(allegoría) 如何ἄλλος(allos) 和ἀγορεύω(agoreuo) 组成，而后者又源于ἀγορά(agora) ，他们的意思又是如何如何。
不过我想大概没几个人能答出这个吧，所以其实能答出Allegory的一两个中文常用的意思及其小流变小要点，比如洞穴喻啊、弗莱关于"continuum of allegory" 的论述啊或者诗歌和虚构的技艺啊什么的就都可以了。
北京外国语大学英语语言文学专业英美文学真题2008年.doc
北京外国语大学英语语言文学专业英美文学真题2008年(总分：149.99，做题时间：90分钟)一、Section Ⅰ Matching(总题数：1，分数：30.00)●Passage 1●1. Milton! Thou should"st be living at this hour:England hath need of thee: she is a fenOf stagnant waters: altar, sword and pen,Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,Have forfeited their ancient English dowerOf in ward happiness.●Passage 2●2. When I reached home, my sister was very curious to know all about Miss Havisham"s, and askeda number of questions. And I soon found myself getting heavily bumped from behind in the nape of the neck and the small of the back, and having my face ignominiously shoved against the kitchen wall, because I did not answer those questions at sufficient length.●Passage 3●3. I started across to the town from a little below the ferry landing, and the drift of the current fetched me in at the bottom of the town. I tied up and started along the bank. There was a light burning in a little shanty that hadn"t been lived in for a long time, and I wondered who had taken up quarters there. I slipped up and peeped in at the window. There was a woman about forty years old in there, knitting by a candle that was on a pine table.●Passage 4●4. In the midst of dinner my Mistress"s favorite cat leapt into her lap. I heard a noise behind me like that of a dozen stocking-weavers at work; and turning my head, I found it proceeded from the purring of this animal, who seemed to be three times larger than an ox, as I computed by the view of her head, and one of her paws, while her mistress was feeding and stroking her.●Passage 5●5. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.●Passage 6●6. The awful shadow of some unseen power,Floats though unseen amongst us, —visiting,This various world with as inconstant wing,As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.●Passage 7●7. Something there is that doesn"t love a wall,That sends the frozen ground swell under it,And spills the upper boulders in the sun,And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.●Passage 8●8. The scenery of Walden is on a humble scale, and though very beautiful, does not approach to grandeur, not can it much concern one who has not long frequented it or lived by its shore; yet this pond is so remarkable for its depth and purity as to merit a particular description.●Passage 9●9. The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;Little we see in Nature that is ours;We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!●Passage 10●10. Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed by this condensed epitome of the whole of Coketown question.●Authors●A. Henry David ThoreauB. William WordsworthC. Charles DickensD. Jonathan SwiftE. John MiltonF. Francis BaconG. Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Robert FrostI. Mark TwainJ. William ShakespeareK. Emily DickinsonL. Christopher Marlowe（分数：30.00）二、Section Ⅱ Short Stor(总题数：1，分数：100.00)A Worn PathEudora WeltyIt was December—a bright frozen day in the early morning. Far out in the country there was an old Negro woman with her head tied red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. Her name was Phoenix Jackson. She was very old and small and she walked slowly in the dark pine shadows, moving a little from side to side in her steps, with the balanced heaviness and lightness of a pendulum in a grand father clock. She carried a thin, small cane made from an umbrella, and with this she kept tapping the frozen earth in front of her. This made a grave and persistent noise in the still air that seemed meditative like the chirping of a solitary little bird.She wore a dark striped dress reaching down to her shoe tops, and an equally long apron of bleached sugar sacks, with a full pocket: all neat and tidy, but every time she took a step she might have fallen over her shoelaces, which dragged from her unlaced shoes, she looked straight ahead. Her eyes were blue with age. Her skin had a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles and as though a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead, but a golden color ran underneath, and thee two knobs of her cheeks were illumined by a yellow burning under the dark. Under the red rag her hair came down on her neck in the frailest of ringlets, still black, and with an odor like copper.Now and then there was a quivering in the thicket. Old Phoenix said, "Out of my way, all you foxes, owls, beetles, jack rabbits, coons and wild animals... Keep out from under these feet, little bob-whites. Keep the big wild hogs out of my path. Don"t let none of those come running my direction.I got a long way." Under her small black-freckled hand her cane, limber as a buggy whip, would switch at the brush as if to rouse up any hiding things. On she went. The woods were deep and still. The sun made the pine needles almost too bright to look at, up where the wind rocked. The cones dropped as light as feathers. Down in the hollow was the mourning dove—it was not too late for him.The path ran up a hill. "Seem like there is chains about my feet, time I get this far," she said, in the voice of argument old people keep to use with themselves. "Something always take a hold of me on this hill—pleads I should stay."After she got to the top she turned and gave a full, severe look behind her where she had come. "Up through pines," she said at length. "Now down through oaks."Her eyes opened their widest, and she started down gently. But before she got to the bottom of the hill a bush caught her dress.Her fingers were busy and intent, but her skirts were full and long, so that before she could pull them free in one place they were caught in another. It was not possible to allow the dress to tear. "I in the thorny bush," she said. "Thorns, you doing your appointed work. Never want to let folks pass, no sir. Old eyes thought you was a pretty little green bush."Finally, trembling all over, she stood free, and after a moment dared to stoop for her cane. "Sun so high!" she cried, leaning back and looking, while the thick tears went over her eyes. "The time getting all gone here."At the foot of this hill was a place where a log was laid across the creek."Now comes the trial," said Phoenix.Putting her right foot out, she mounted the log and shut her eyes. Lifting her skirt, leveling her cane fiercely before her, like a festival figure in some parade, she began to march across. Then she opened her eyes and she was safe on the other side."I wasn"t as old as I thought," she said.But she sat down to rest. She spread her skirts on the bank around her and folded her hands over her knees. Up above her was a tree in a pearly cloud of mistletoe. She did not dare to close her eyes, and when a little boy brought her a plate with a slice of marble-cake on it she spoke to him. "That would be acceptable," she said. But when she went to take it there was just her own hand in the air.So she left that tree, and had to go through a barbed-wire fence. There she had to creep and crawl, spreading her knees and stretching her fingers like a baby trying to climb the steps. But she talked loudly to herself: she could not let her dress be torn now, so late in the day, and she could not pay for having her arm or her leg sawed off if she got caught fast where she was. At last she was safe through the fence and risen up out in the clearing. Big dead trees, like black men with one arm, were standing in the purple stalks of the withered cotton field. Thee sat a buzzard."Who you watching?"In the furrow she made her way along."Glad this not the season for bulls," she said, looking sideways, "and the good Lord made his snakes to curl up and sleep in the winter. A pleasure I don"t see no two-headed snake coming around that tree, where it come once. It took a while to get by him, back in the summer."She passed through the old cotton and went into a field of dead corn. It whispered and shook and was taller than her head. "Through the maze now," she said, for there was no path.Then there was something tall, black, and skinny there, moving before her.At first she took it for a man. It could have been a man dancing in the field. But she stood still and listened, and it did not make a sound. It was as silent as a ghost."Ghost", she said sharply, "who be you the ghost of? For I have heard of nary death close by." But there was no answer—only the ragged dancing in the wind.She shut her eyes, reached out her hand, and touched a sleeve. She found a coat and inside that an emptiness, cold as ice."You scarecrow," she said. Her face lighted. "I ought to be shut up for good," she said with laughter. "My senses is gone. I too old. I the oldest people I ever know. Dance, old scarecrow," she said, "while I dancing with you".She kicked her foot over the furrow, and with mouth drawn down, shook her head once or twice in a little strutting way. Some husks blew down and whirled in streamers about her skirts. Then she went on, parting her way from side to side with the cane, through the whispering field.At last she came to the end, to a wagon track where the silver grass blew between the red ruts. The quail were walking around like pullets, seeming all dainty and unseen."Walk pretty," she said. "This the easy place. This the easy going."She followed the track, swaying through the quiet bare fields, through the little strings of trees silver in their dead leaves, past cabins silver from weather, with the doors and windows boarded shut, all like old women under a Spell sitting there. "I walking in their sleep," she said, nodding her head vigorously.In a ravine she went where a spring was silently flowing through a hollow log. Old Phoenix bent and drank. "Sweet gum makes the water sweet," she said, and drank more. "Nobody know who made this well, for it was here when I was born."The track crossed a swampy part where the moss hung as white as lace from every limb. "Sleep on, alligators, and blow your bubbles." Then the track went into the road.Deep, deep the road went down between the high green-colored banks. Overhead the live-oaks net and it was as dark as a cave.A black dog with a lolling tongue came up out of the weeds by the ditch. She was meditating, and not ready, and when he came at her she only hit him a little with her cane. Over she went in the ditch, like a little puff of milkweed.Down there her senses drifted away. A dream visited her, and she reached her hand up, but nothing reached down and gave her a pull. So she lay there and presently went to talking. "Old woman", she said to herself, "that black dog come up out of the weeds to stall you off and now there he sitting on his fine tail, smiling at you."A white man finally came along and found her—a hunter, a young man, with his dog on a chain. "Well, Granny!" he laughed. "What are you doing there?""Lying on my back like a June-bug waiting to be fumed over, mister," she said, reaching up her hand.He lifted her up, gave her a swing in the air, and set her down. "Anything broken, Granny?", "No, sir, them old dead seeds is spring enough," said Phoenix, when she had got her breath. "I thank you for your trouble.""Where do you live, Granny?" he asked, while the two dogs were growling at each other. "Away back yonder, sir, behind the ridge. You can"t even see it from here?""On your way home?""No sir, I going to town...""Why, that"s too far! That"s as far as I walk when I come out myself, and I get something for my trouble." He patted the stuffed bag he carried, and there hung down a little closed claw. It was one of the bobwhites, with its beak hooked bitterly to show it was dead. "Now you go on home, Granny!""I bound to go to town, mister", said Phoenix. "The time comes around."He gave another laugh, filling the whole landscape. "I know you old colored people! Wouldn"t miss going to town to see Santa Claus!"But something held old Phoenix very still. The deep lines in her face went into a fierce and different radiation. Without warning, she had seen with her own eyes a flashing nickel fall out of the man"s pocket onto the ground."How old are you, Granny?" he was saying."There is no telling, mister," she said, "no telling."Then she gave a little cry and clapped her hands and said, "Git on away from here, dog! Look! Look at that dog!" She laughed as if in admiration. "He ain"t scared of nobody. He a big black dog." She whispered, "Sic him!""Watch me get rid of that cur," said the man. "Sic him, Pete! Sic him!"Phoenix heard the dogs fighting, and heard the man running and throwing sticks. She even hearda gunshot. But she was slowly bending forward by that time, further and further forward, the lids stretched down over her eyes, as if she were doing this in her sleep. Her chin was lowered almost to her knees. The yellow palm of her hand came out from the fold of her apron. Her fingers slid down and along the ground under the piece of money with the grace and care they would have in lifting an egg from under a setting hen. Then she slowly straightened up, she stood erect, and the nickel was in her apron pocket. A bird flew by. Her lips moved, "God watching me the whole time. I come to stealing."The man came back, and his own dog panted about them. "Well, I scared him off that time," he said, and then he laughed and lifted his gun and pointed it at Phoenix.She stood straight and faced him."Doesn"t the gun scare you?" he said, still pointing it."No, sir, I seen plenty go off closer by, in my day, and for less than what I done," she said, holding utterly still.He smiled, and shouldered the gun. "Well, Granny," he said, "you must be a hundred years old, and scared of nothing. I"d give you a dime if I had any money with me. But you take my advice and stay home, and nothing will happen to you.""I bound to go on my way, mister," said Phoenix. She inclined her head in the red rag. Then they went in different directions, but she could hear the gun shooting again and again over the hill. She walked on. The shadows hung from the oak trees to the road like curtains. Then she smelled wood-smoke, and smelled the river, and she saw a steeple and the cabins on their steep steps. Dozens of little black children whirled around her. There ahead was Natchez shining. Bells were ringing. She walked on.In the paved city it was Christmas time. There were red and green electric lights strung and crisscrossed everywhere, and all turned on in the daytime. Old Phoenix would have been lost if she had not distrusted her eyesight and depended on her feet to know where to take her.She paused quietly on the sidewalk where people were passing by. A lady came along in the crowd, carrying an armful of red, green and silver wrapped presents; she gave off perfume like the red roses in hot summer, and Phoenix stopped her."Please, missy, will you lace up my shoe?" She held up her foot."What do you want, Grandma?""See my shoe," said Phoenix. "Do all right for out in the country, but wouldn"t look right to go in a big building." "Stand still then, Grandma," said the lady. She put her packages down on the sidewalk beside her and laced and tied both shoes tightly."Can"t lace"em with a cane," said Phoenix. "Thank you, missy. I don"t mind asking a nice lady to tie up my shoe, when I gets out on the street."Moving slowly and from side to side, she went into the big building, and into a tower of steps, where she walked up and around and around until her feet knew to stop.She entered a door, and there she saw nailed up on the wall the document that had been stamped with the gold seal and framed in the gold frame, which matched the cream that was hung up in her head."Here I be," she said. There was a fixed and ceremonial stiffness over her body."A charity cases, I suppose," said an attendant who sat at the desk before her.But Phoenix only looked above her head. There was sweat on her face, the wrinkles in her skin shone like a bright net."Speak up, Grandma," the woman said. "What"s your name? We must have your history, you know. Have you been here before? Want seems to be the trouble with you?"Old Phoenix only gave a twitch to her face as if a fly were bothering her."Are you deaf?" cried the attendant.But then the nurse came in."Oh, that"s just old Aunt Phoenix," she said. "She doesn"t come for herself she has a little grandson. She makes these trips just as regular as clockwork. She lives away back off the old Natchez Trace." She bent down. "Well, Aunt Phoenix, why don"t you just take a seat? We won"t keep you standing after your long trip." She pointed.The old woman sat down, bolt upright in the chair."Now, how is the boy?" asked the nurse.Old Phoenix did not speak."I said, how is the boy?"But Phoenix only waited and stared straight ahead, her face very solemn and withdrawn into rigidity. "Is his throat any better?" asked the nurse. "Aunt Phoenix, don"t you hear me? Is your grandson"s throating any better since the last time you came for the medicine?" With her hands on her knees, the old woman waited, silent, erect and motionless, just as if she were in armor."You mustn"t take up our time this way, Aunt Phoenix," the nurse said. "Tell us quickly about your grandson, and get it over. He isn"t dead, is he?"At last there came a flicker and then a flame of comprehension across her face, and she spoke. "My grandson. It was my memory had left me. There I sat and forgot why I made my long trip." "Forgot?" The nurse frowned. "After you came so far?"Then Phoenix was like an old woman begging a dignified forgiveness for waking up frightened in the night. "I never did go to school, I was too old at the Surrender," she said in a soft voice. "I"m an old woman without an education. It was my memory fail me. My little grandson, he is just the same, and I forgot it in the coming.""Throat never heals, does it?" said the nurse, speaking in a loud, sure voice to old Phoenix. By now she had a card with something written on it, a little list. Yes. Swallowed lye. When was it? —January—two, three years ago...Phoenix spoke unasked now. "No, missy, he not dead, he just the same. Every little while his throat begin to close up again, and he not able to swallow. He not get his breath. He not able to help himself. So the time come around, and I go on another trip for the soothing medicine.""All right. The doctor said as long as you came to get it, you could have it," said the nurse. "But it"s art obstinate case.""My little grandson, he sit up there in the house all wrapped up, waiting by himself," Phoenix went on. "We is the only two left in the world. He suffer and it don"t seem to put him back at all. He got a sweet look. He going to last. He wear a little patch quilt and peep out holding his mouth open like a little bird. I remember so plain now. I not going to forget him again, no, the whole enduring time. I could tell him from all the others in creation.""All right." The nurse was trying to hush her now. She brought her a bottle of medicine. Charity, she said, making a check mark in a book.Old Phoenix held the bottle close to her eyes, and then carefully put it into her pocket."I thank you," she said."It"s Christmas time, Grandma," said the attendant. "Could I give you a few pennies out of my purse?""Five pennies is a nickel," said Phoenix stiffly."Here"s a nickel," said the attendant.Phoenix rose carefully and held out her hand. She received the nickel and then fished the other nickel out of her pocket and laid it beside the new one. She stared at her palm closely, with her head on one side.Then she gave a tap with her cane on the floor."This is what come to me to do," she said. "I going to the store and buy my child a little windmill they sells, made out of paper. He going to find it hard to believe three such a thing in the world. I"ll march myself back where he waiting, holding it straight up in this hand."She lifted her free hand, gave a little nod, turned around, and walked out of the doctor"s office. Then her slow step began on the stairs, going down.（分数：99.99）(1).Summarize the plot of the following story in your own words (around 200 words).（分数：33.33）__________________________________________________________________________________________ (2).Make a brief comment on the characterization of Phoenix Jackson. （分数：33.33）__________________________________________________________________________________________ (3).Define the major theme of the following short story. （分数：33.33）__________________________________________________________________________________________三、Section Ⅲ Critical T(总题数：4，分数：20.00)1.Birds normally can fly.Tweety the Penguin is a bird.Therefore, Tweety can fly.（分数：5.00）__________________________________________________________________________________________ 2.You"ll never find any additives in our tobacco. What you see is what you get. Simply 100% whole-leaf natural tobacco. True authentic tobacco taste. It"s only natural.（分数：5.00）__________________________________________________________________________________________ 3.If we guillotine the king, then he will die.Therefore, if we don"t guillotine the king, then he won"t die.（分数：5.00）__________________________________________________________________________________________ 4.Everyone is selfish; everyone is doing what he believes will make himself happier. The recognition of that can take most of the sting out of accusations that you"re being "selfish". Why should you feel guilty for seeking your own happiness when that"s what everyone else is doing, too?（分数：5.00）__________________________________________________________________________________________。
2019年北京大学比较文学与世界文学考研真题(回忆版)【圣才出品】
2019年北京大学比较文学与世界文学考研真题（回忆版）文学理论部分一、名词解释1．情感转向2．症候阅读3．狂欢化4．悖论5．檀丁二、简答题1．新批评如何定义“反讽”。
2．《文学世界的共和国》挑选二三章进行分析。
3．“一切作家都用体裁的眼光看世界”，这句话你怎么理解？4．博尔赫斯的一句话，“作家对世界的分类是随意的、不确定的。
根本原因在于：作家不知万物为何物”。
你怎么理解？5．法国新小说的创作倾向。
6．如何理解波斯古典诗学的“诗以载道”。
7．印度古代戏剧的起源。
三、论述题1．对比三部世界文学理论著作。
2．卡勒《结构主义诗学》讨论贝克特的一句话，大概是“作家总是通过一个语境来把无意义的东西变成有意义的”，你怎么看？3．在“一带一路”语境下，中国应该如何看待和学习世界文学。
世界文学史部分一、名词解释1．期待视野2．意大利隐逸派3．米亚·科托4．《金色笔记》5．《罂粟海》6．俄罗斯侨民文学二、简答题1．你如何理解亚里士多德《诗学》对悲剧的定义。
2．分析塞尔努达的一首诗《玻璃窗后的小男孩》（汪天艾译）。
3．伊斯兰教和波斯中古文学的关系。
4．至少举出加勒比海地区三个不同语种的作家或诗人，并分析其特色。
5．日本物语文学的艺术特色。
6．美国现当代非裔文学的发展。
7．彼得大帝和叶卡捷琳娜改革对18世纪俄国文学的影响。
8．艾略特《荒原》为什么是现代主义诗歌的里程碑。
三、论述题1．列举欧洲三部忏悔录文学作品，并分析。
2．东方现当代文学的多元和多样化。
3．你怎么理解索福克勒斯的《俄狄浦斯王》的悲剧观。
北大中文系比较文学真题整理版(2003-2010)
北大中文系比较文学真题（2003-2010）古代文学1.《西游记》中的宗教影响。
2.用新批评的方法评析一首唐诗（律诗或绝句）。
3.从现代叙事学角度分析《水浒》的特点。
4.默写李商隐的《夜雨寄北》，论述其中的时空意识。
（20分）5.谈谈《镜花缘》的异域想象及其意义。
（25分）6.分析杜甫“登高”（“风急天高猿啸哀……”）的修辞特征。
（10分）7.谈谈江西诗派在文学史上的意义。
（20分）8.分析《春江花月夜》中的意象，并以此论述中国传统诗歌中的时间意识。
9.根据王维的一首诗（木末芙蓉花，山中发红萼。
涧户寂无人，纷纷开且落）谈中国诗歌语言美学特征。
现当代文学1.简论张爱玲的当代流行。
2.以具体文本为例分析张爱玲小说与中外文学传统的关系。
3.分析鲁迅作品女性形象的差异性。
4.从具体作品出发，分析林语堂的中国文化观。
（50分）5.分析鲁迅《故事新编•铸剑》的主题。
（30分）6.试论二十世纪八十年代以来比较文学在中国本土的复兴对中国文学的影响，并举例分析。
（50分）7.分析《围城》中的人物形象。
8.《原野》的象征意义。
9.鲁迅对传统文学的评价。
10.“浮士德精神”对中国现当代文学的影响。
西方文学1.试论《俄狄浦斯王》中的悲剧性。
2.博尔赫斯作品中的典型意象。
3.分析具体中外文学作品中还乡主题。
4.分析莫里哀《伪君子》的喜剧情节特色。
5.辨析《哈里波特》（电影或小说）或者《指环王》等同类题材的母题、文类、风格特征。
6.以具体例子分析法国荒诞派戏剧的艺术特点。
7.分析但丁《神曲》反映的宇宙观。
8.简述达达主义的主要内容。
（10分）9.举例分析哥特式小说的艺术特征（30分）10.分析歌德《浮士德》悲剧中靡非斯特的形象及意义(30分)。
11.试述《格列佛游记》的主题。
12.通过莎士比亚的戏剧，分析福斯塔夫性格。
13.“浮士德精神”对中国现当代文学的影响。
14.如何理解福楼拜说：“我就是包法利夫人”。
东方文学1.以19世纪以前越南、朝鲜、日本任意一部汉文作品为例，说说“东亚文化圈”的"汉文学"特征。
北京大学比较文学考研真题
北京大学比较文学考研真题1、1公司号召大家为贫困山区的孩子捐款，作为公司秘书的你说：“在座的不是董事长，就是总经理，现在请大家出钱出物，为国家尽匹夫之责。
”你的表述是得体的。
[判断题] *对错(正确答案)2、15．下列词语中加点的字注音完全正确的一项是（）[单选题] *A．提防（tí）称职（chèn）狡黠（xiá）振聋发聩（kuì）B．氛围（fēn）憎恶（zēng）阴翳（yì）矫揉造作（jiāo）C．字帖（tiè）倔强（jué）叱咄（duō）吹毛求疵（cī）(正确答案)D．诡谲（jué）两栖（xī）愧怍（zuò）悲天悯人（mǐn）3、12. 下列词语中加双引号字的读音，全都正确的一组是（）[单选题] *A．“怠”慢（dài）“缄”默（xiān）“萌”发（méng）气喘吁"吁"（xū）B．偏"僻"（pì）羁"绊"（bàn）怅"惘"（wǎng）销声"匿"迹（nì）(正确答案)C．“携”带（xié）农"谚"（yán）"晦"暗（huì）"楔"形文字（xiē）D．"斡"旋（wò）山"麓"（lù）追"溯"（sù）“蓦”然醒悟（mù）4、“租赁”的读音是“zūlìng”。
[判断题] *错(正确答案)5、根据《红楼梦》的内容，完成下面的题目。
《红楼梦》中有许多重要章节，对于表现人物性格、推动情节发展有着重要的作用。
请选择人物序号填写在空格处。
《红楼梦》中，醉卧芍药裀的是（）[单选题] *A.贾宝玉B.林黛玉C.王熙凤D.史湘云(正确答案)6、21．下列词语中加点字注音完全正确的一项是（）[单选题] *A．翘首（qiáo）颤抖（chàn）静谧（mì）深恶痛绝（wù）(正确答案)B．纤维（qiān）畸形（jī）蛮横（héng）顿开茅塞（sè）C．莅临（lì）脸颊（xiá）粗糙（zào）至死不懈（xiè）D．摄取（niè）炫耀（xuàn）应和（hè）不省人事（shěng）7、下列词语中，加着重号字的注音不正确的一项是（）[单选题] *A、济南（jì）丧事（sāng）刮痧（shā）游目骋怀（chěng）(正确答案)B、私塾（shú）秩序（zhì）徘徊（pái）拥挤不堪（kān）C、旖旎（yǐ）淤泥（yū）吮吸（shǔn）面面相觑（qù）D、租赁（lìn）誊写（téng）打盹（dǔn）自惭形秽（huì）8、1《诗经》“六义”指风、雅、颂、赋、比、兴。
(NEW)北京大学外国语学院《660文学理论》历年考研真题汇编(含部分答案)
目 录2006年北京大学外国语学院370文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2007年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2008年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2009年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2010年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2011年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2012年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2012年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）及部分答案2013年北京大学外国语学院670文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2013年北京大学外国语学院670文学理论考研真题（回忆版）及部分答案2014年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2014年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）及部分答案2015年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2016年北京大学外国语学院文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2017年北京大学外国语学院662文学理论考研真题（回忆版）2006年北京大学外国语学院370文学理论考研真题（回忆版）一、解释题（40分）1．《伊安篇》2．“为艺术而艺术”3．布拉格学派4．物哀文学5．《典论·论文》6．世界文学7．客观对应物8．文学反应论二、简答题（50分）1．区分中国古代文学批评中意象与英美意象派诗人的意象有什么不同。
2．艺术与日神酒神精神有什么关系？谈谈你的理解。
3．什么是“东方主义”？用此文学理论分析一部作品。
4．谈谈你对“文以载道”的理解。
5．简述黑格尔的美学思想。
三、综合题（60分）1．“影响的焦虑”这一概念是由谁提出来的？联系世界文学史范围内（包括中国）任意两个时代、两个流派或任意两个作家个体之间的关系，谈谈你对“影响的焦虑”的理解。
北京大学语言学初试真题综合
北大中文系2003年研究生入学考试试题考试科目：专业基础课考试时间：2003年1月19日上午招生专业：中文系各专业研究方向：中文系各研究方向注意：本部分各专业考生均需完成。
中外考生作相同的题目。
每空1分，共50分。
1.吴荪甫是小说《》中的人物。
2.二十世纪二十年代初期小诗体的作者主要有和。
3.曹禺的话剧《日出》中的主人公是。
4.《王贵与李香香》借用了民间小调写成。
5.刘世吾是的小说《》中的人物。
6.话剧《茶馆》中王掌柜的名字是。
7.“伤痕文学”的代表作品是的《班主任》和的《伤痕》。
8.搜集我国上古神话最多的一部先秦典籍是《》。
9.《诗经》分为三部分。
10.中国第一部纪传体史书是《》。
11.“海内存知己，天涯若比邻”是初唐诗人的诗句。
12.《秋兴八首》的作者是。
13.杨万里的诗风被称为。
14.“无可奈何花落去，似曾相识燕归来”是北宋词人的词句。
15.杜丽娘是汤显祖传奇作品《》中的人物。
16.《镜花缘》是清代小说家的作品。
17.《孔雀东南飞》最早记录于《》。
18.冯梦龙搜集编辑的民歌专集是《挂枝儿》和《》。
19.北大《歌谣》周刊创刊于年。
20.中国四大民间传说是《牛郎织女》、《》、《梁山伯与祝英台》和《白蛇传》。
21.中国民间传说中木工巧匠的代表人物是。
22.“诗言志，歌咏言”最早见于《》。
23.“文以气为主”是曹丕在《》中提出的论点。
24.诗歌声律的“八病”说是提出的理论。
25. 在《关于民族问题的批评意见》一文中提出了“两种民族文化”的学说。
26.M·H·艾布拉姆斯在《》提出了文学批评四要素理论。
27.我国最早的史志目录是《》，它所依据的蓝本是《》。
28.历代国子监刻的书称；殿本是的简称；以不同版本的残卷辑补而成的完整本子称为。
29.写出中国古籍中所谓“三通”的书名：《》、《》、《》。
30.普通话是以为标准音，以为基础方言，以典范的现代白话文著作为的现代汉民族共同语。
31.汉语每个音节一般都可以分成三部分。
2003年中国人民大学比较文学与世界文学考研真题(回忆版)-考研真题资料
外国文学史（欧美文学） 一、名词解释（每题 5 分，共 20 分） 1．《尼伯龙根之歌》 2．《大师和玛格丽特》 3．流浪汉小说 4．象征主义 二、简答题（每题 15 分，共 30 分） 1．简述莎士比亚笔下的女性形象鲍西亚。 2．以华兹华斯的一首诗说明他的名言“所有好诗都是强烈感情的自然流露”。 三、论述题（任选一题，30 分） 1．论鲁滨逊形象的启蒙意义。 2．评萨特的境遇剧《死无葬身之地》。 3．评里尔克的诗《豹》： 它的目光被那走不完的铁栏 缠得这般疲倦，什么也不能收留。 它好像只有千条的铁栏杆， 千条的铁栏后便没有宇宙。 强韧的脚步迈着柔软的步容， 步容在这极小的圈中旋转， 仿佛力之舞围绕着一个中心， 在中心一个伟大的意志昏眩。 只有时眼帘无声地撩起。—— 于是有一幅图像浸入， 通过四肢紧张的静寂—— 在心中化为乌有
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北语比较文学专业03至08年考研试题回忆版
2003级比较文学试题
名词解释
法国学派译介学比较诗学欧洲中心主义比较视域
简答:
1 为什么说比较文学不是文学比较?
2 什么是异质文化间的互证互识互补?
3 试辨析"比较文学""国别文学""总体文学""世界文学"几个概念内在意蕴的异同?
4 比较语境下怎样去理解和而不同原则?
论述
1 以英美意象派(如庞德)对中国古典诗歌的翻译和接受为例分析不同文化语境下文学翻译和接受不是单一的,还可能存在创造性转化,谈谈你对此的理解
2 有人批评某些研究将西方文艺理论生搬硬套到与之截然相反的中国文学文本的作法弊大于利,请从比较诗学的角度谈谈如何对待中西批评传统,如何进行中西比较诗学的对话
04年的考题
名解
三一律孟尔康赋比兴二十四诗品审美直觉王尔德平行研究
简答
中国学派发展历程及强势弱势
影响研究的定义及缺点
克伦威尔序言的意义
有我之境与无我之境
论述
庄子思想对中国文学理论批评的影响
民族文学在多原文化语境中的生存与发展
文学消费的二重性
比较萧伯纳与易卜生
比较文学产生的背景
现代主义与后现代主义的比较
2005年研究生考题
比较文学与世界文学 Y
一，填空
1.波斯奈特代表作——
2.《李白与歌德》作者—梁宗岱—
3.钱钟书在比较文学方面的代表作——
4.忘了什么题了，好像答案是文化孤立主义和文化保守主义
二，名词解释
形象学
法国学派
文化研究
拜伦式英雄
三
是雷马克关于比较文学定义的一段英文，要求翻译为中文
四答 : 1. 文学比较与比较文学的区别
2、怎么理解“接受本身就是批评”
3. 《红与黑》中的于连从乡下进城后备受歧视，结合相关作品中的人物分析“外省来的年轻人”五．论述
1.意识流小说 >
2.（给了一段话，忘了是什么了，大意是阐述一下中西比较诗学的建构问题）
文艺理论 .
一．名词解释
有意味的形式
韵味
风骨
《沧浪诗话》
二．简答
1. 虚境与实境
2. 话语的虚构
3. 误读
4. 结构与解构
三．论述（三选二）
1. 文学的大众化趋势及其对文学研究的影响
2. 传统语境下文学与政治的关系
3. 论述西方形式主义批评的发展趋势与理论特点
06
比较文学与世界文学（部分）
一、填空题
1、是关于比较文学的一个人物，具体忘了
2、
3、
4、《源氏物语》受唐代诗人——的影响最大
10<安提戈涅〉作者——《力士参孙》作者——，《希腊古瓮颂》作者——。
《太太学堂》作者——
二、名词解释
1、间离化
2、《万叶集》
3、互文性
4、
三、韦勒克的一段英语，翻译
四、简答
1、莎士比亚笔下“穿裙子的英雄“形象？
2、比较诗学基本方法？
3、
五、论述
1、卡夫卡第一个表达了当代人的感受，开创了时代，如何理解？
2、亚里士多德时代的戏剧&古典主义戏剧的比较
3、有关文化研究的问题
综合试题
1、《庄子》内、外、中篇，——篇是庄子自己所作
2、散文集《春醪集》作者——
3、张爱玲笔下的白流苏是——作品中的人物。
(我忘了是不是白流苏了，反正答案是《倾城之恋》
4、我国古代神话在-——中保存最多
5……
二、选择
1、王利发是——作品中的人物
2；实在记不得了
三、名词解释
1、伤痕文学
2、古典主义
3、汉乐府 4古诗十九首
四、简答
1、《罪与罚》主题思想
2、阿Q精神胜利法
3、新乐府运动
4、诗歌意境的表达方式
5、文学如何表达情感
复试题目：论述文化研究和比较文学发展历程的关系
07年综合
文学风格
《诗经》
老舍
文学构思
章回小说
前期新月派
《俄狄弗斯王》
德国浪漫派
简答：
当代文学理论的建设要注意哪些问题？
文学形象的特征有哪些？
简述新乐府运动。
简述王实甫的《西厢记》的思想特征。
论述《呐喊》、《彷徨》时鲁迅的思想特征。
简述狄更斯的小说特色。
以萨特的《恶心》为例阐述存在主义文学的主张
07年比较文学
荷马史诗
翻译学
论述比较文学与比较文化
其他记不起来了
08年比较文学
名词解释5*4
总体文学
译介学
莫里哀
喧嚣与躁动
问答题20*3
举例说明比较文学形象学研究
堂吉可德艺术特色
海明威冰山风格
论述35*2
魔鬼形象在西方文学中的表现及意义蝉变
庞德意象派对东方诗歌的借鉴
08综合
名词解释7*10分
1.情节
2.乐府
3. 京派小说
4.关汉卿
5.《野草》
6.荷马史诗
7. 《哈姆雷特》
简答4*20分
围城的三重意蕴
浪漫主义艺术特色
文学风格的特性
.盛唐山水田园诗的形成及特征。
08复试
1 你为什么要考比较文学（英语回答）25分
2 你在读研期间有何规划（英语回答）25分
3解释下列名词中任意一个
比较文学、世界文学、影响研究、平行研究、民族文学（中英文均可）
说明：07年以前的试题时我之前的师姐师哥提供给我的，加上我回忆的08真题在此奉献给09级考研的同学们。