2019年中考英语:阅读理解试题3

 　　　I have loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above thetop of it as Mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle,pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of wring must be the most wonderful thingin the worldYears later, during her final illness, Mother kept different things for mysister and brother. “But the desk,” she’d said again, “ is for Elizabeth.”I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action.But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter.They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional.” But she lived“ on the surface”.As years passed and I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for ourhappy family. I wrote in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chosethat she did forgive me.I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came.My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace, it seemedthat nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to Mother. I onlyknew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.Now the present of her desk told me, as she had never been able to, that she was pleasedthat writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside— a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times.Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chosethe act that speaks louder than words.