ASome years ago, writing in my diary used to be a usual activity. I would return from scho

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Some years ago, writing in my diary used to be a usual activity. I would return from school and spend the expected half hour recording the day’s events, feelings, and impressions in my little blue diary. I did not really need to express my emotions by way of words, but I gained a certain satisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper. After all, isn’t accumulating memories a way of preserving the past?
When I was thirteen years old, I went on a long journey on foot in a great valley, well-equipped with pens, a diary, and a camera. During the trip, I was busy recording every incident, name and place I came across. I felt proud to be spending my time productively, dutifully preserving for future generations a detailed description of my travels. On my last night there, I wandered out of my tent, diary in hand. The sky was clear and lit by the glare of the moon, and the walls of the valley looked threatening behind their screen of shadows. I automatically took out my pen.
　　At that point, I understood that nothing I wrote could ever match or replace the few seconds I allowed myself to experience the dramatic beauty of the valley. All I remembered of the previous few days were the dull characterizations I had set down in my diary.
　　Now, I only write in my diary when I need to write down a special thought or feeling. I still love to record ideas and quotations that strike me in books, or observations that are particularly meaningful. I take pictures, but not very often—only of objects I find really beautiful. I’m no longer blindly satisfied with having something to remember when I grow old. I realize that life will simply pass me by if I stay behind the camera, busy preserving the present so as to live it in the future.
　　I don’t want to wake up one day and have nothing but a pile of pictures and notes. Maybe I won’t have as many exact representations of people and places; maybe I’ll forget certain facts, but at least the experiences will always remain inside me. I don’t live to make memories — I just live, and the memories form themselves.
【小题1】Before the age of thirteen, the author regarded keeping a diary as a way of .A．observing her school routineB．expressing her satisfactionC．impressing her classmatesD．preserving her history【小题2】What does the author put in her diary now?A．Notes and beautiful pictures.B．Special thoughts and feelings.C．Detailed accounts of daily activities.D．Descriptions of unforgettable events.【小题3】The author comes to realize that to live a meaningful life is .A．to experience itB．to live the present in the futureC．to make memoriesD．to give accurate representations of itD

(答案→)D 解析：文章大意：这是一篇说明文，介绍了作者的爱好就是记录下自己的经历，但作者后来感受到记录经历，不如享受现在。【小题1】细节题：根据文章的意思，特别是第一段最后两句： but I gained a certain satisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper. After all, isn’t accumulating memories a way of preserving the past?关键词：a way of preserving the past“保护过去的一种方法。”选D。【小题2】细节题：根据文章第四段第一句：Now, I only write in my diary when I need to write down a special thought or feeling.关键词： a special thought or feeling.。可知作者现在的日记里面记录一些特殊的想法。选B。【小题4】根据文章的意思，特别是第四段最后一句：at least the experiences will always remain inside me. I don’t live to make memories — I just live, and the memories form themselves.可知要想活的有意义，就要体验生活。选A。

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