1．It was Saturday．As always，it was a busy one，for"Six days shall you labor and 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．Patric，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 orange-colored 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．"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 housed．I suppose we had some sort of supper．I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up，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 three-year-old 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 peas 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 sipped 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？"
56．Mrs．Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thoughtC．
A．she was too old to fly kites
B．her husband would make fun of her
C．she should have been doing her how
D．supposed to the don't game
57．By"we were all beside ourselves writer means that they allB．
A．felt confused
B．went wild with joy
C．looked on
D．forgot their fights
58．What did the think after the kite-flying？D
A．The boys must have had more fun than the girls．
B．They should have finished their work before playing．
C．Her parents should spend more time with them．
D．All the others must have forgotten that day．
59．Why did the writer finally agree to take her little girl for an outing？B
A．She suddenly remembered her duty as a mother．
B．She was reminded of the day they flew kites．
C．She had finished her work in the kitchen．
D．She thought it was a great day to play outside．
60．The youngest Patrick boy is mentioned to show thatA．
A．the writer was not alone in treasuring her fond memories
B．his experience in POW camp threw a shadow over his life
C．childhood friendship means so much to the writer
D．people like him really changed a lot after the war．
分析 这是一篇温馨的回忆记叙文．本文通过回顾儿时放风筝的经历，讲述了童年的美好回忆对成年生活的深刻影响．我在小时候一次放风筝的经历中体验到了快乐，虽然是春季大扫除忙碌的时候，但是几个男生放风筝的动作引起了男人和妇女们的注意，他们纷纷停止手中的活，来享受这片刻的自由和宁静．当我回到家，却以为大家都忘记了这次放风筝的美好回忆而感到尴尬．多年之后我发现，其实这么美好的回忆不仅我记住了，别人也记住了这么美好的回忆．
解答 56．答案C．细节理解题．第一段的文章开头说："It was Saturday．As always，it was a busy one，for‘Six days shall you labor and do all your work'． Mother and Mrs．Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning．"星期六是像往常一样忙碌的一天，母亲和帕特里克太太在从事春季大扫除．第二段又说母亲招呼女孩们一起看男生放风筝，而帕特里克太太也去了．所以她为在最忙的时候没做大扫除而内疚，故答案选C．
57．答案B．推理判断题．解答此题联系后文"parents forgot their duty and their dignity； children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies"可以看出大人小孩放风筝的时候都很high，几近疯狂．故答案选B．
58．答案D．推理判断题．如果只看完第六段就做此题的话，很容易误选C，因为此段中大人小孩玩得很疯，很多学生很容易先入为主，想当然地表达"父母应该多陪孩子"的思想．但是我们看第七段，"The strange thing was，we didn't mention that day afterward I felt a little embarrassed．Surely none of the of the others had been as excited as I．"作者认为，只有他一个人还记得当初那个放风筝的美好时刻，而其他人都忘记了，所以答案选D．
59．答案B．推理判断题．根据文意可知：当我的三岁的小女孩跟我说去公园看鸭子的时候，我说我有很多事情要做而拒绝了．但是母亲的一句话Do you remember that day we flew kites？"让我打开了记忆的匣子，想起了那个放风筝的时候．"Come on，"I told my little girl．"You're right，it's too good a day to miss．"然后跟我的女孩说："你说的对极了，这是一个值得纪念的日子．故最后我答应我的女儿去公园是因为我想起了我放风筝的那个时光．故答案选B．
60．答案A．推理判断题．作者觉得只有自己还封存着那个美好的回忆，自己是孤单的，但是这个从战场回来的男孩，却也是靠着那个美好的回忆在战俘营中生存了下来，所以答案选A---作者不是一个人在珍惜那段记忆．
点评 本文是一篇故事类阅读．本文通过回顾儿时放风筝的经历，讲述了童年的美好回忆对成年生活的深刻影响．叙述一件事必有其目的，或阐明某一观点，或赞美某种品德，或抨击某种陋习，这就要求我们在阅读时，通过对细节的理解，把握作者的态度． 要有章有据地进行解题判断，切忌脱离文章，架空分析，一定让分析在文章中有依据．
