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模拟限时练(二)
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(2022·陕西省西安中学高三五模)Pa went to the city to look for work.
Every night, I lie awake in bed and wait for the train to stop. Wait to hear the sound of his work boots dropping on the step by the kitchen door. Every night, the train goes by for someone else's pa coming home. Not mine, not yet. Every night, I go to sleep with the sound of train wheels in my head, whispering, “Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow.”
The smell of coffee wakes me. I run into the kitchen. There he is. Pa lifts me onto his shoulders and pretends to stagger from my weight. “You've gotten so big as a horse. I can hardly lift you up anymore.” He puts me down, and I stare at the two bags on the table. One says FLOUR, the other, SUGAR.
Ma says, “I'm going to bake a pie for your pa's homecoming dinner. Go down to the cellar Jimmy, and bring me that jar of apples from the shelf.” She smiles at me with a “mind now” look. There's no need. Don't I know it's the very last jar on the shelf?
I take the steps two at a time, not bothering to hold on to the wooden rails. I stand on tiptoe to take down the preserves. I put both my hands around the jar. I can hear Pa laughing upstairs and Ma joining in. I want to be with them in the kitchen. I hurry up the steps, and my bare foot catches on the middle one. I put out my hand to steady myself, but I fall down, the jar slipping through my fingers. The jar smashes on the hardasrock mud floor. Bits of apple fly everywhere.
Ma's footsteps, Ma's voice: “Are you hurt?” She checks me for cuts. “Go on upstairs now. Mind you don't cut your bare feet.” I want her to yell at me, but that's all she says.
Upstairs, Pa wipes my eyes with the tail of his shirt. “Never mind, old son, accidents happen.” I bury my face in Pa's torn old jacket. I smell the miles he's walked looking for work to bring us those bags on the table.
“I'm going to bake my mama's sugar pie.” Ma says, “It's a specialoccasion pie, and it doesn't need apples.” “I've always wanted to taste