2014广东佛山中考《一把寂寞的锄头》浏览谜底(国外英文资料).docVIP

2014广东佛山中考《一把寂寞的锄头》浏览谜底(国外英文资料).doc

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2014广东佛山中考《一把寂寞的锄头》浏览谜底(国外英文资料)

2014广东佛山中考《一把寂寞的锄头》阅读答案(国外英文资料) A lonely hoe in foshan, guangdong, reads the answer A lonely hoe Fan Yu (1) this is a lonely hoe, leaning quietly against the mottled wall. The wooden handle was covered with rotten gray, and the metals head was covered with yellow rust, and in the pure moonlight, there was no shine. It was like a very close friend who had been waiting for the return of the dissatisfied housewife, whose hair was disheveled and gaunt. A few voices from the distant autumn grass, like weeping, and the whole sadness and loneliness in the heart of a hoe. (2) the moon was cut by the unrelenting years, and my father and the distant images of the hoes were slowly becoming clear in my heart. (3) carrying a hoe, smoking a cigarette, gone with the wind in the morning mist, and carrying a hoe, smoking a cigarette, back from the dusk of the evening, its almost become a father essential lessons every day. The morning mist and sunset more than I know father, they can feel every bit of old father face with the vicissitudes of life, as well as the inner passing every joy and sorrow, so they are always in the most beautiful posture to father. Between the morning mist and the evening shift, the fathers energetic and weary body was woven into his fathers unbending spine. I often sit under the unknown old camphor tree in front of my house, waiting for my father to return from dusk. Under the tree, father occasionally sat down and smoked a cigarette. The green smoke circled the top of my fathers head, and there was a huge camphor tree that floated to the horizon beyond the horizon. The smoke was gone, and the evening was locked in my fathers frown, and I did not understand the melancholy of my father. When I was eight or nine, my father went to the forge to give me a little hoe. I will never forget the words my father told me that day, eat the fruit, worship the head; eat the rice, and the hoe. In my fathers heart, the hoe is everything, and can make all the hope in life.

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