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(2018¡¤Ìì½ò¸ß¿¼)When I was 17, I read a magazine article about a museum called the McNay, once the home of a watercolorist named Marian McNay.She had requested the community to turn it into a museum upon her death.On a sunny Saturday, Sally and I drove over to the museum.She asked, ¡°Do you have the address£¿¡± ¡°No, but I¡¯ll recognize it, there was a picture in the magazine.¡±
¡°Oh, stop.There it is£¡¡±
The museum was free.We entered, excited.A group of people sitting in the hall stopped talking and stared at us.
¡°May I help you£¿¡± a man asked.¡°No£¬¡±I said.¡°We¡¯re fine.¡± Tour guides got on my nerves.What if they talked a long time about a painting you weren¡¯t that interested in? Sally had gone upstairs.The people in the hall seemed very nosy(°®¿ú̽µÄ), keeping their eyes on me with curiosity.What was their problem? I saw some nice sculptures in one room.Suddenly I sensed a man standing behind me.¡°Where do you think you are£¿¡± he asked.I turned
sharply.¡°The McNay Art Museum£¡¡±He smiled, shaking his head.¡°Sorry, the McNay is on New Braunfels Street.¡± ¡°What¡¯s this place£¿¡± I asked, still confused.¡°Well, it¡¯s our home.¡± My heart jolted (Õð²ü).I raced to the staircase and called out, ¡°Sally! Come down immediately£¡¡±
¡°There¡¯s some really good stuff (ÒÕÊõ×÷Æ· ) up there.¡±She stepped down, looking confused.I pushed her toward the front door, waving at the family, saying, ¡°Sorry, please forgive us, you have a really nice place.¡± Outside, when I told Sally what happened, she covered her mouth, laughing.She couldn¡¯t believe how long they let us look around without saying anything.
The real McNay was splendid, but we felt nervous the whole time we were there.Van Gogh, Picasso.This time, we stayed together, in case anything else unusual happened.
Thirty years later, a woman approached me in a public place.¡°Excuse me, did you ever enter a residence, long ago£¬thinking it was the McNay Museum£¿¡± ¡°Yes.But how do you know? We never told anyone.¡±
¡°That was my home.I was a teenager sitting in the hall.Before you came over, I never realized what a beautiful place I lived in.I never felt lucky before.You thought it was a museum.My feelings about my home changed after that.I¡¯ve always wanted to thank you.¡±
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B.She was a community leader. C.She was a museum director. D.She was a journalist.
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B.She felt nervous when talking to strangers. C.She knew more about art than the man. D.She mistook him for a tour guide.
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3.How did the author feel about being stared at by the people in the hall? A.Puzzled. C.Frightened.
B.Concerned. D.Delighted.
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4.Why did the author describe the real McNay museum in just a few words? A.The real museum lacked enough artwork to interest her. B.She was too upset to spend much time at the real museum. C.The McNay was disappointing compared with the house. D.The event happening in the house was more significant.
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5.What could we learn from the last paragraph? A.People should have good taste to enjoy life. B.People should spend more time with their family. C.People tend to be blind to the beauty around them. D.People tend to educate teenagers at a museum.
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The summer before my dad died£¬we moved house.Up until that point£¬our family had our own space to spread out.Money was tight£¬so there was no television set£¬but we owned a turntable on which my dad¡¯s records played constantly.Mostly£¬it played Bob Dylan.Tracks from The Basement Tapes and Desire became an important part of our new life.My brother and I£¬aged 8 and 10£¬climbed trees£¬built hideaways and learned the words of Clothes Line Saga.We would chant over and over£¬lost in our own joy.
It was January when my dad left us forever because of the cancer.He was 36 going on 37 then£¬the same age as Dylan.Afterwards£¬our laughter disappeared£¬but we kept on playing the records£¬which became our only ritual of remembrance.The two men became so intertwined in my head£¬I struggled to tell them apart.
Dylan was my dad¡¯s gift to me.What child wouldn¡¯t be fascinated by songs full of pirates and seasick sailors? How did it feel to have No direction home? Farewell£¬Angelina became my party-piece.I would sing this at church cheese and wines to the assembled audience.A lot of donations were made.
Growing up£¬I remained a fan of the music£¬but I wasn¡¯t obsessed with Dylan until one day in early 1995£¬my brother bought us both tickets to see him play at Brixton Academy.London felt like a long way to go.But finally seeing Dylan step out on to the stage brought a sudden rush of excitement.
I have seen Dylan a couple of times since.My brother is not around so much these days.But he was up for a visit recently.We passed a happy evening laughing an drinking£¬while his son£¬aged nine£¬performed his party-piece Subterranean Homesick Blues for us.He sang it word-perfect.And so it goes on£ºDylan¡¯s music as a gift£¬passed down the generations.
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6.What¡¯s the author¡¯s purpose of writing the passage? A.To praise his late father.