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All through the long summer vacations, I sat on the edge of the street and watched enviously the other boys on the block play baseball. I was never asked to take part even when one team had a member missing — not out of special cruelty, but because they took it for granted I would be no good at it.

I would never forget the wonderful evening when something changed. The baseball ended about eight or eight thirty when it grew dark. Then it was the custom of the boys to sit at a little stoop (门廊), mostly talking about the games played during the day and of the game to be played tomorrow. Then long silences would fall and the boys would wander off one by one. It was just after one of those long silences that my life as an outsider changed. I can no longer remember which boy it was that summer evening who broke the silence with a question; but whoever he was, I nod to him gratefully now. “What’s in those books you’re always reading?” he asked casually. “Stories,” I answered “What kind?” asked somebody else without much interest.

Nor do I know what drove me to behave as I did, for usually I just sat there in silence, glad enough to be allowed to remain among them; but instead of answering his question, I told them for two hours the story I was reading at the moment. The book was Sister Carrie. They listened bug-eyed and breathless. I must have told it well, but I think there was another and deeper reason that made them so keen an audience. Listening to a tale being told in the dark is one of the most ancient of man’s entertainments, but I was offering them as well, without being aware of doing it, a new and exciting experience.

The next night and many night thereafter, a kind of unspoken ritual (仪式) took place. As it grew dark, I would take my place in the center of the stoop and begin the evening’s tale. Some nights, in order to taste my victory more completely, I cheated. I would stop at the most exciting part of a story by Jack London or Bret Harte, and without warning tell them that that was as far as I had gone in the book and it would have to be continued the following evening. It was not true, of course; but I had to make certain of my new-found power and position. I enjoyed the long summer evenings until school began in the fall.Other words of mine have been listened to by larger and more fashionable audiences, but for that tough and athletic one that sat close on the stoop outside the candy store, I have an unreasoning love that will last forever.

1.Watching the boys playing baseball, the writer must have felt _____.

A.special and different

B.bitter and lonely

C.pleased and excited

D.disturbed and annoyed

2.The writer feels grateful even now to the boy who asked the question because the boy _____.

A.broke the long silence of that summer evening

B.liked the book that he was reading

C.invited him to join in their game

D.offered him an opportunity that changed his life

3.According to Paragraph 3, story-telling was popular among the boys basically because _____.

A.the story was from a children’s book

B.the boys had few entertainments after dark

C.listening to tales was an age-old practice

D.the boys didn’t read books by themselves

4.Sometimes the writer stopped at the most exciting part of a story to _____.

A.experience more joy of achievement

B.play a mean trick on the boys

C.add his own imagination to the story

D.help the boys understand the story better

5.What is the message conveyed in the story?

A.Reading is more important than playing games.

B.Friendship is built upon respect for each other.

C.One can find his position in life in his own way.

D.Adult habits are developed from childhood.

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