Most people in China have a nickname. This is a permanent mark made by adults for children. It records people's various thoughts and emotions. This sustenance and yearning of adults will be with children for life.

That's my birth name. Adults call me "Heart Disaster". What does it mean? I have gone to school and I can't find this solution. My parents said it was my grandparents. One day after school, my soft-hearted grandmother opened her mouth under my questioning.

"Your name is Heart Disaster," she said, pointing to her chest. "You are heart disaster, heart disaster!" "How can it be these two words?" I thought about it and didn't say it. Grandma pulled me to her side with a startled expression and stroked my head gently. Suddenly, a rare light of grief and indignation appeared in her eyes, and her teeth seemed to bite, saying, "This has to start with your birth. You were born when the devils entered the village. "

"At dawn that day (January 8, 1943), someone outside shouted,' The devil is coming, and the devil will soon enter the village'! What a bolt from the blue! Japanese devils who commit all kinds of evils come out of their strongholds to sweep them out! The little devil is a beast and has no humanity! Everywhere is' three lights' (rob, kill, burn)! How did the devil who should have been killed with a thousand knives come at this time! It's time for you to be born. It's just your mother and me at home. I'm afraid your life will be ruined by the little devil, and I'm even more afraid that something will happen to your mother in the next month. I heard that the devil has come in from the east of the village. Your mother is nervous and afraid, and I am even more nervous. Just because you were nervous and not ready, you fell to the ground. What should I do? The Japanese can do anything! Have to run! You have to hide in the wild graveyard anyway. But in December, what should your mother do if she gets cold? I'm really afraid of both the left and the right. But reasoning, step by step, avoid the bayonet of the devil first. I used my quick wits, but there was nothing I could do. I hurriedly branded two thick and big oil cakes, wrapped them in steamed buns, and asked your mother to put one on her chest and one on her back, and then tied them with a belt. Use it to resist the cold in the wild in the twelfth month, and also use it to stop hunger. That's it. We held you and froze in the graveyard for a day and a night. I didn't go home until I saw the Japanese devils carrying grain and driving cattle and left the village in a sudden rush, knowing that it was finished. Fortunately, you survived. But your mother has fallen into trouble since then. "

Grandma was already breathless at this point. She said in a questioning tone, "When did I remember when my heart trembled and my throat was burning? We live in our own home, and the Japanese have room for the Japanese. Why did they come to our door to bully?" Why is there such a robber demon in the world? Why doesn't anyone rule these animals and animals? "

Grandma took a breath and said to me, "Son, you really have a disaster! Come to this world and meet robbers and demons at the beginning! Almost killed you. You are a disaster in the womb! I don't know how to eliminate this disaster. I heard people say that if you want to eliminate the disaster in your heart, you must say it and leave it in the light. People often shout around, and the disaster disappears. I gave you a nickname' Heart Disaster'! This disaster of my grandson is also a disaster of my whole family. I will never forget it in my life, and I told you never to forget it. "

The tragic story that happened when I was a baby can't stay in my memory clearly. However, grandma's account of the origin of my birth name has been and will always be the most profound memory in my life.

1. What's grandma's intention in taking the nickname "Heart Disaster" for "I"? (3 points)

2. The plot in paragraph 4 can be divided into five stages, and the first and second stages are summarized below. Please fill in the plots of the middle three stages with phrases according to the content of the article. (3 points)

I heard that the devils entered the village → () → () → () → See the devils leave the village and go home

3. Contact the full text and answer the following questions as required on the words added and underlined in the text. (4 points)

(1) What kind of thoughts and feelings did Grandma express in the sentence "A rare light of grief and indignation suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her teeth seemed to bite ..."?

(2) What's the expressive function of the words added in the sentence "Grandma said here, she is already panting badly ..."?

(2) silent love is like a mountain

I'm afraid of my father, and he really hit me. Looking at him with his eyes wide open, he approached step by step, but he didn't dare to hide. He tightened his muscles and waited, so he slapped him, and his head buzzed ...

Sometimes it was another way, for example, when he went to the fields, he said in front without looking back, "Sing me a song." I sang in the back imitating the painted face on the stage. He said, "Don't sing nonsense." I said, "You sing one." He sang, "I shouldn't, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough,

I have a big Yixing pot at home. When I came back from the fields, I made a teapot. My father was happy and forced us to drink it. We say "forced" because we prefer cold water to tea. "Come here, drink! How fragrant it is and relieve the heat. Do you want to drink it? I want to be beaten! "

we often go to see the temple together. The word "see the temple", a word, was invented by my father. Visiting the temple is to see the murals in the temple, which broadens my horizons and is a way to cultivate my painting, which is a bit like visiting an art exhibition hall or gallery now. My father is an old farmer, but he thought of it with the literati.

After breakfast, my father put the dung basket on his shoulder, picked up the dung fork and said, "Go and see the temple." Mother said, "No digging today?" Father said, "Let's talk about it when we come back." We visited many temples in this "come back and talk" space. Temples are large and small, far and near. It is three or five miles near, and it is more than ten miles away. It is dozens of miles to go once. We have seen almost all the temples in Tangyi County.

Father also commented on the murals in the temple. He pointed to the sea water in The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea and said, "Look at this water, it seems to be shaking." He touched the wall with his hand and said, "This wall is flat. If you look further away, isn't it bumpy?" In fact, it seems that it is very sloppy now, and it is nothing more than an illusion caused by repeated overlapping arc lines. What my father admires most is "Eight Broken Pictures", a broken fan, a broken envelope, a broken book, and a broken glasses case ... He is as careful as twisting and chewing grain when buying grain in the market. The cat leans around and touches and picks a corner of the broken envelope on the painting, looking at it from a distance, looking at it closely, and sighed and said, "It's like it's really burnt." I was amazed when he pointed out. Finally, it is always the usual sentence: "Look hard and remember."

I was admitted to junior high school when I was 12 years old. My school is in Liaocheng, more than 15 kilometers away from home. After the fifteenth day of the first month, school will start. On the road after breakfast, my father came out with me with a dung basket on his back. Although he didn't speak, I knew he was seeing me off. I walked 1 kilometers away and saw Liaocheng Gu Lou. He said, "Soon, you go." At this time, there was no one in the wilderness, only the cold wind and snow, a touch of white sunshine and a few crows in the distance. Looking at the father's figure with a dung basket on his back, I just want to turn around and chase him.

After that, I took part in the work. According to my hometown, anyone who eats public meals is a "cadre". I seldom go home, and it took me more than ten years, about 196, when my father came to Tianjin to see me. I said, "Let's have a Goubuli steamed stuffed bun in the street today, and then take you to the art exhibition." He asked me what an art exhibition was, but I couldn't make it clear in one or two sentences. I mentioned something before: "Didn't you often take me to see the temple when I was a child?" It is similar to seeing a temple. "

As soon as I walked past the persuasion field, I turned around and saw him bending down to pick up cigarette butts from the ground. I shouted, "Throw them away! You are not too dirty. " He quickly threw away his cigarette butt, his eyes filled with perplexity and fear. This look makes me sad. What made my father afraid of me? Instead, I'd like to see my father's wide-eyed eyes when he slapped me when I was a child.

1. In this paper, touching details are selected to write the deep imprint of "father" on the road of "I" growth. Please use the most concise sentences to summarize which childhood life segments the author mainly describes. (3 points)

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(3) Wangliuzhuang

① Many people have learned about this Wangliuzhuang in Golmud through my pen. However, who knows that Golmud City started in Wangliuzhuang, who knows when the first willow tree in Wangliuzhuang was planted, and who knows the story of a general sowing spring in the snowy Gobi Desert.

(2) fifty years ago, in the early spring, the wind and sand that filled the Kunlun wilderness roared with snow grains and stones, and Golmud was in chaos. Where is spring?

③ A soldier was knocking on Golmud's hibernating door with a willow tree in his hand: Wake up, I want to change your new clothes! He shoveled the earth with a spade, and when he shoveled it down, a pot-shaped pit was dug in the sand, and Golmud's first tree was planted in this pit. This soldier is General Mu Shengzhong, the commander-in-chief who built the Qinghai-Tibet Highway.

(4) When the road construction team left Xining and passed Huangyuan County, Mu Shengzhong bought one hundred willow saplings. He said to his entourage: "We want to be the first generation of Golmud people, and we want to take root and settle down in Golmud. People and trees take root together before they are firmly rooted! "

(5) One hundred seedlings were planted around the tent that had just been erected. One * * * two large areas, willows planted separately. In the second year, these seedlings took root, and the green leaves dyed the Gobi Desert green, which made people look at it. The general named the two Woods "Wangliuzhuang" and "Shaded Tree" respectively.

⑥ until now, the sight of seeing Wangliuzhuang for the first time is still fresh in my mind. That afternoon, I returned to Golmud from duty in Lhasa, and my car broke down just after driving to the roundabout. I couldn't bear the relentless tearing of the oncoming wind and sand, so I went to the road and stood under the eaves in a row of bungalows. As soon as I looked up, the square brick on the lintel was marked with three red painted characters, "Looking at Liuzhuang". Just then, I found a tree seedling lying on the beach in front of the bungalow. These are the willows planted by the general, and some of them have been buried in sand. These trees stand between the winter breeze and the spring breeze, enduring the test of sandstorm, and it is not easy for them to bid farewell to the cold winter; The road is also very difficult to usher in spring. In my feeling, they are tough men standing slim. At this time, the Kunlun wilderness suddenly became cordial, and my eyes seemed to be shaded by trees and flowers everywhere.

⑦ The sandstorm is still so big, but it can never blow away the spring world in my heart.

I heard that when the sandstorm stopped, Mu Shengzhong and his comrades helped up the fallen saplings and cultivated the soil. While cleaning up the mess, he said to everyone, "Blow it down once and let's help it once. Blow it down a hundred times and help it a hundred times until it can stand firmly on the beach. "

pet-name ruby is another afternoon in the scorching sun. I saw a group of people standing silently around a grave on the Gobi desert not far from Wangliuzhuang, and the air was frozen. Buried who? I wonder in my heart.

attending what happened after finding out the truth. Three willow trees died in Wangliuzhuang. Mu Shengzhong held the three dead willow trees in his hand and studied them several times. Finally, he said, "After all, they have been green for Zageer, and they are meritorious ministers. They should be buried on the beach and a funeral should be held. " So this mound-the unique willow tomb appeared. The dead tree on the Gobi Desert has not been forgotten by people, and Golmud people often water the mound. No one thought of it. The water that people poured intentionally or unintentionally woke up the dead willow. In the next summer, a bud appeared on the mound. That bud looks the same every day. From small to big, from low to high ...

⑾ After a dead grave willow, she lives more chic and stronger. The leaves of the blue iron are suffused with rigidity, and the thick brown branches store strength. The wind blows it all the time, the flying sand blows on its face, it doesn't retreat, and it still stands in the cold winter. (2)

(12) Time goes by year after year. There are more and more willows in front of Wangliuzhuang, and the trees are getting bigger and bigger. Willow forest, dense shade ...

(13) Shortly after the Qinghai-Tibet Highway was opened to Lhasa, Marshal Peng Dehuai came to Golmud and lived in Wangliuzhuang. Mu Shengzhong told Mr. Peng that he would be buried in Golmud a hundred years later, so that he could see Kunlun Mountain every day. I can give up everything in my life, except Golmud and Kunlun Mountain.

(14) On October 18th, 1994, General Mu Shengzhong, aged 84, passed away in Lanzhou. On October 28th, the general's children escorted his ashes and set foot on the land of Kunlun Mountain ... < P > (15) As the general's ashes spilled into the sky, the Kunlun Mountain suddenly flew with snowflakes, and the world was white!

(16) At this moment, Wangliuzhuang, which is covered with snow, is particularly solemn and sacred ...

(Author: Wang Zongren, the original text is long and has been deleted)

[Note] Golmud: It is now the second largest city in Qinghai Province and named as "China Excellent Tourist City" by the state.

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