精准练习2 首段过渡类(Word练习)-2021高考英语二轮复习【优化指导】高中总复习·第2轮(全国版)

精准练习(二)　首段过渡类 首段过渡，是指从首段无法弄清该语篇的主题，首段主要起到导引作用，以便过渡到下文逐渐揭示文章主题，主题可以在文章第二段或者中间出现，也可以在末段出现。首段形式可以是一个或几个问题，但没有给出答案；或者是一个故事的开头；或者是提出一个与下文矛盾的结论等等。首段过渡类语篇在高考阅读中数量较少，所以本部分仅提供一次精准练习，并配一篇拓展语篇，供有余力的同学选用。 　2020·天津卷-阅读B篇 “They tell me that you'd like to make a statue (塑像) of me—is that correct, Miss Vinnie Ream？” The deep, gentle voice helped calm the nervous girl.Asking a favor of the President of the United States was no casual matter, especially for a seventeen­year­old girl. “Yes, sir，” she replied, her dark eyes meeting his. “I wouldn't have dared to ask you, but my teacher, Mr. Mills, says I am ready. I plan to make it in an admirable manner.” President Lincoln smiled. “Painters, sculptors—they've all tried to make the best of this ordinary face, but I'm afraid there's not much hope. What did you have in mind, Miss Ream? A bust(半身像)？” Before Vinnie could say yes, the President hurried on, a shade of apology in his voice. “Of course—I shouldn't have asked. A full­length pose would be much too big a project for a young woman your size.” Vinnie's face turned red. She realized she looked like a child, with her tiny figure. “Small does not mean weak, sir，” she defended herself. “I was born in the country of Wisconsin. I've driven teams of horses and carried water. Making a full­length clay(粘土)figure would not exhaust my strength—and that is what I intend to do！” The President's eyes brightened at her show of spirit. “Sorry, madam, I have underestimated you as I didn't know your background.” But his smile faded as he rubbed his beard with bony fingers, in thought. “Miss Ream，” he sighed, “I'd like to let you do it, but as you know, we are in the middle of a war. How could I possibly take the time to pose for a sculpture now? I hardly have a minute to myself.” Vinnie glanced around and noted the size of his office. “I work quickly，” she said. Her voice was soft but confident as she pointed to the corner near the windows. “If I were to bring my clay here and work for three hours