1 . During a judging period for a recent short story contest, I started thinking a lot about dialogue tags. Because in many submissions characters didn’t “say” a thing. They shouted, they inquired, they assumed. Some characters screamed while others murmured. But no one “said” anything. And I started wondering why.
Why do we tell beginner writers to avoid creative dialogue tags in the first place? Why do we insist that characters should stick to “said,” “asked,” and the occasional “sighed?” And, if the advice is so of-repeated, why are writers still unable to resist the siren call of weep, scream, snap, or laugh?
The more I thought about it, the more I understood the temptation. We’re always encouraged to use strong, actionable verbs in our prose. Why walk when you can skip or wander? Why cry when you can sob or weep? Why wouldn’t we reach for exciting verbs instead of mild-boring dull-blah said? Why couldn’t each verb be a tiny sparkling gem in its own right?
The problem, I think, is that every jewel needs a setting to become something more than the sum of its parts. Without something to provide structure, a collection of the world’s most glorious diamonds would still only amount to a heap of rocks.
And a dialogue tag should never, ever be the diamond in any given sentence.
Dialogue is your diamond, friends. When we read your work, your dialogue should be so bright, so sparkling, so lifelike, so wonderfully realistic that our brains “hear” each line instead of merely reading it. We don’t need to be told a character is shouting — we can sense it in the way they spit out words, clench fists, or storm from the room.
A dialogue tag is a mere signpost along the narrative journey, gently indicating who said what. It’s part of a story’s experience, but it’s not part of the story itself, nor should it be treated as such. Dialogue tags are similar to lighting in a Broadway play: without it, the audience would have no idea what was going on, but it usually strives to shine without calling too much attention to itself.
What’s more, readers may not initially imagine a particular line being “sobbed.” When we reach the end of a sentence and find out our leading lady has actually sobbed instead of whispered, it pulls us right out of the story. We pause. We reread the line. We adjust our understanding and begin again. But that wonderful momentum when we’re fully immersed in the scene, holding our breath to find out what our heroine says next, is lost.
Creating a successful work of fiction is about giving the reader all the materials they need to build your fictional world in their mind and not a scrap more. Readers need believable dialogue. They need voices so compelling that they pop right off the page and into our ears. And if you’ve created dynamic characters who speak words we can really hear, you will never need to tell us how something was said.
Senior Editor
1. According to the Senior Editor, the beginner writers are tempted to ______.A.replace a dull “said” with exciting verbs |
B.omit what the character said in a dialogue |
C.resist the warning against strong emotions |
D.overuse the word “said” in their submissions |
A.glorious diamonds | B.heaps of rocks |
C.tiny, sparkling gems | D.Broadway play lighting |
A.Dialogue tags are said to be the most important aspect of storytelling. |
B.Without dialogue tags, readers have to reread to adjust understanding. |
C.Creative dialogue tags may interrupt readers’ wonderful reading flow. |
D.Effective dialogue tags should describe characters’ emotions directly. |
A.good works of fiction give as many materials as possible |
B.readers cannot imagine a line without the dialogue tags |
C.what was said should be prioritized over how it was said |
D.writers should choose powerful words for dialogue tags |
2 . A great poem makes you want to get out of your chair and pace around the room.
Read aloud and out loud
When reading a poem, it is important to remember that it is not just words on a page, but is meant to be heard or read aloud.
Approaching poetry with a perspective of finding connections between the poem and one’s own life can be a valuable tool for appreciating the poem more. Connecting to the emotions, memories and even the same life experiences can help to relate more to the poem and in turn, truly appreciate it. Through this connection to the poem, we can better understand the feelings, actions and words of the poem.
Create a dialogue
More often than not, a lot of hidden or “unsaid” messages are delivered in poetry.
Write your own poem
A.Find connections |
B.Pair poetry with other art forms |
C.Writing can be a great way to start your appreciation of a poem |
D.It makes you want to throw your hands up and show it to somebody |
E.Reading the poem aloud helps you understand the emotion of the poet fully |
F.Having a discussion around a poem allows readers to bring out these messages |
G.Possessing a critical eye allows readers to appreciate the art of poetry in a meaningful way |
3 . Poetry is a way of conveying our deepest feelings, desires, and emotions without having to state it clearly.
Know your aim.
Have a theme. A theme is more than just an idea. An idea with your personal opinion is what forms a theme, which will help your poem be more concise (简明的). We advise you to look through The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner Analysis.
A.Write down the random words and ideas. |
B.It may give you some fresh and novel ideas. |
C.For beginners, the art of poetry might seem difficult at first. |
D.Ensure you have used the right words to convey your message. |
E.As far as we know, these tips are not necessarily rules for writing poetry. |
F.Answering the question of the aim of poem helps you input the right elements. |
G.Before writing your poem, you must understand what you plan to achieve from the poem. |
4 . In the dim light of an early autumn evening, Alexander, a hunter: known as much for his solitude as for his skill, ventured into the untamed (原始的) heart of the jungle. Each step he took was measured and careful, a respect for the ancient wilderness where every breath was a story, and man was but a fleeting shadow.
For years, whispers of a tiger, not just any tiger but one whose fur caught the last rays of the sun, had reached Alexander. A creature so splendid and fearsome, it was said to be more myth than flesh. On this day, as the shadows lengthened and the jungle whispered its age-old secrets, Alexander sought not just the tiger, but a confrontation with the very essence of the wild itself. As dusk settled, painting the world in colors of gold and shadow, the boundary between predator and prey seemed to dissolve. The air was heavy with anticipation, the kind that precedes storms and stories.
Then, in a clearing where the jungle seemed to hold its breath, the tiger appeared. It was as if the sun had woven itself into the fabric of its being, its fur a blend of flame and night. For a moment, the world shrank to the space between the hunter named Alexander and the legend made flesh before him.
Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between man and beast. Here was Alexander, a man who had walked through shadows to stand in the light of a legend, and the tiger, an embodiment of the wild’s untouchable majesty. In that eternal moment, Alexander saw not a prey but a sovereign of nature, a being whose right to wander the dusk was as undeniable as the setting sun.
With a respect born of countless sunsets and the silent tales they told, Alexander slowly lowered his rifle (步枪). The act was not one of defeat but of profound respect-a recognition of the bond that ties every living thing to the pulse of the earth. The tiger, its gaze still locked with Alexander’s, seemed to acknowledge this unspoken pact. Then, it turned and melted into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of twilight.
Alexander left the jungle that night without a trophy (战利品), but his soul was alight with a tale of fire and twilight. He had sought a legend and found a truth far greater: in the wild’s heart, where shadows and light dance, there lies a respect so deep it transcends the hunt. This encounter, a dance with the untamed, would echo in Alexander’s heart long after the jungle’s whispers faded into the dawn.
1. What was Alexander’s primary reason for venturing into the jungle?A.To find a place to set up camp. |
B.To hunt a tiger rumored to have a fur like the setting sun. |
C.To escape from the challenges of modern life. |
D.To meet other hunters and share stories. |
A.He captures the tiger to prove its existence. |
B.He shoots the tiger to claim his trophy. |
C.He attempts to trap the tiger but fails |
D.He lowers his rifle, choosing not to shoot the tiger. |
A.complex language. | B.long sentences. |
C.straightforward storytelling. | D.supernatural focus. |
A.The thrill of the hunt is unparalleled. |
B.True courage is demonstrated through dominance over nature. |
C.There is a profound respect that exists between man and nature. |
D.Technology has distanced man from understanding the natural world. |
5 . An Excerpt from Around the World in 80 Days — By Jules Verne
①“We set out for Dover and Calais in ten minutes,” Fogg announced.
②A puzzled grin (咧嘴笑) appeared in Passepartout’s round face. “Monsieur is going to leave home?”
③ “Yes,” replied Phileas Fogg. “We are going around the world.”
④ Passepartout’s eyes widened. He raised his eyebrows, held up his hands and seemed about to collapse. “Round the world!” he murmured.
⑥ “In eighty days,” responded Mr. Fogg.
⑥ “So we don’t have a moment to lose.”
⑦ “But the cases?” asked Passepartout.
⑧ “We won’t have any cases,” Fogg replied. “Only a bag with two shirts and three pairs of stockings for me in it, and the same for you. Bring down my raincoat and traveling cloak, and some strong shoes, although we will do little walking. Hurry up!”
⑨ Passepartout tried to reply, but he could not. He mechanically began to make the preparations for departure. Around the world in eighty days! Was his master a fool? No. Was this a joke, then? They were going to Dover. That was good! They were going to Calais. That was good again! After all, Passepartout, who had been away from France for five years, wouldn’t be sorry to set foot in his own country again. Perhaps they would go somewhere as far as Paris, and it would do his eyes good to see Paris once again.
⑩ By eight o’clock Passepartout had packed the bag. Then, he went down to see Mr. Fogg. Mr. Fogg was completely ready. Under his arm was a book containing timetables showing the arrival and departure of steam boats and trains. He checked his bag again and ensured everything he needed was in it.
⑪ “Take this bag,” Fogg said, handing it to Passepartout. “Take good care of it because there are twenty thousand pounds in it.” Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the twenty thousand pounds had been in gold and almost weighed him down. They left the house and at the end of Saville Row they took a taxi and drove rapidly to Charing Cross.
1. How did Passepartout react to the idea of the journey at first?A.He argued with Mr. Fogg. | B.He was quite confused and surprised. |
C.He was thankful to Mr. Fogg. | D.He was unhappy about it. |
A.The length of time he would be away. |
B.The fact that Mr. Fogg wanted his company. |
C.The opportunities the journey would give him. |
D.The preparations he made for the journey. |
A.Mr. Fogg was a slave owner | B.Mr. Fogg had read many books |
C.Mr. Fogg was careful and cautious | D.Mr. Fogg had already packed for the journey |
A.The size of the bag. | B.Mr. Fogg’s attitude to it. |
C.The weight of the money in it. | D.The amount of the money in it. |
6 . I didn’t realize it, but during that short walk home I had lost a whole lot of weight and my eyes had grown dull and colorless. When my mom saw me she screamed out in surprise. Staring at me in disbelief, she asked, “Are you Fugui?”
Looking at my mom, I forced a smile and nodded my head. Shocked, she uttered something else, but I was no longer paying attention to her. I pushed the door open and went into my room. Jiazhen, in the middle of combing her hair, was also taken back when she saw me. She gazed at me with her mouth gaping. As soon as I thought of how I had beaten her when she came to persuade me to go home the night before, I fell to the ground and, kneeling before her, muttered, “Jiazhen, I’m finished.”
After speaking those words I began to cry out loud. Jiazhen rushed over to help me up, but being pregnant with Youqing, how could she support me? She called my mom over, and the two of them pulled me onto the bed. I looked like a corpse. They were scared to death and began patting me on the shoulder and rocking my head.
My mother appeared dumbstruck; she stared at me with a look of intensity and asked, “What did you say?”
“I’ve lost everything,” I repeated.
The look on my face convinced her. My mother sat down on the floor and, wiping her tears, said, “If the upper beam is no straight, the lower ones will not go straight either.”
Even then my mother still loved me. She didn’t blame me. Instead she blamed my father.
Jiazhen also cried. She patted me on the shoulder and tried to console me. “As long as you don’t gamble anymore, everything will be all right.”
I had nothing left. Even if I had wanted to gamble, I wouldn’t have had any money to stake a bet. I heard Dad in the next room shooting off his foul mouth. He still didn’t know that he was penniless — he was simply annoyed at being disturbed by the two women crying. As soon as she heard my father’s voice, Mom stopped crying. She stood up and walked out, with Jiazhen following her. I knew that they were going into my father’s room, and after a while I heard my dad begin screaming, “Bastard!”
It was just then that my daughter, Fengxia, pushed the door open and came in. She closed the door and in a shrill voice said, “Dad, hurry up and hide! Grandpa’s going to beat you.”
I just stared at her without moving a muscle. She then came over and tried pulling me away by the hand; when I wouldn’t budge she began to cry. Seeing Fengxia cry was like having a knife pierce my heart. Even at such a young age, Fengxia was trying to protect her dad. Just looking at her made me feel like I deserved to be cut to pieces.
Quoted from Yu Hua’s To Live
1. The underlined phrase “taken back” in paragraph 2 means ______.A.regretful | B.astonished | C.shameful | D.concerned |
A.wanted to gradually process the strong emotion and beg for their forgiveness |
B.pretended to lose his mind and go crazy so as to get away with the punishment. |
C.was afraid to face his father and wanted them to break the bad news to him |
D.believed that they might still lend him some money to gamble again |
A.Hard-work. | B.Bravery. | C.Self-discipline. | D.Compassion |
A.Fugui’s father was also addicted to gambling when he was young. |
B.Jiazhen would ask for a divorce from Fugui since he was penniless. |
C.Fugui’s mother and his wife decided to hide the truth from his father. |
D.Fengxia had more affection towards her father than her mother. |
A. attacking B. beaten C. bites D. dignity E. diverse F. emotional G. exhibiting H. link I. literature J. strength K. struggles |
Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea is the simple story of an old Cuban fisherman who undergoes the most difficult struggle of his life. In the title character, Santiago, Hemingway describes one of the most distinguished examples in American
Alone on the sea, Santiago continuously
After catching the great marlin (马林鱼) Santiago realizes he is unable to quickly kill the fish, and it proceeds to pull him farther out to sea. Yet, throughout the battle between man and fish the old man begins to recognize a(n)
The fish, therefore, changes from merely being Santiago’s prey (猎物) into a reflection of the old man’s
Although the old man seemingly fails once the sharks steal his prize fish, they cannot take away the fact that Santiago has done the unthinkable by staying with and catching a fish “bigger than he had ever heard of”. In spite of not successfully bringing the fish back, Santiago fights with
8 . The scent of hot bread drifting from the shops along the Street of Flour was sweeter than any perfume Arya had ever smelled. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the pigeon. It was a plump one, speckled brown, busily pecking at a crust that had fallen between two cobblestones, but when Arya’s shadow touched it, it took to the air.
Her stick sword whistled out and caught it two feet off the ground, and it went down in a flurry of brown feathers. She was on it in the blink of an eye, grabbing a wing as the pigeon flapped and fluttered. It pecked at her hand. She grabbed its neck and twisted until she felt the bone snap.
Compared with catching cats, pigeons were easy.
She tied the pigeon to her belt and started down the street. A man was pushing a load of tarts by on a two-wheeled cart; the smells sang of blueberries and lemons and apricots. Her stomach made a hollow rumbly noise. “Could I have one?” she heard herself say. “A lemon, or…or any kind.”
The pushcart man looked her up and down. Plainly he did not like what he saw. “Three coppers.”
Arya tapped her wooden sword against the side of her boot. “I’ll trade you a fat pigeon,” she said.
“The Others take your pigeon,” the pushcart man said.
The tarts were still warm from the oven. The smells were making her mouth water, but she did not have three coppers... or one. She gave the pushcart man a look, remembering what Syrio had told her about seeing. He was short, with a little round belly, and when he moved he seemed favor his left leg a little. She was just thinking that if she snatched a tart and ran he would never be able to catch her when he said, “You be keeping your filthy hands off. The gold cloaks know how to deal with thieving little gutter rats, that they do.”
Arya glanced warily behind her. Two of the City Watch were standing at the mouth of an alley. Their cloaks hung almost to the ground, the heavy wool dyed a rich gold; their mail and boots and gloves were black. One wore a long sword at his hip, the other an iron cudgel. With a last wistful glance at the tarts, Arya edged back from the cart and hurried off. The gold cloaks had not been paying her any special attention, but the sight of them tied her stomach in knots. Arya had been staying as far from the castle as she could get, yet even from a distance she could see the heads rotting atop the high red walls. Flocks of crows squabbled noisily over each head, thick as flies. The talk in Flea Bottom was that the gold cloaks had associated themselves with the Lannisters, their commander raised to a lord, with lands on the Trident and a seat on the king’s council.
1. The story is set in a place where ______.A.people raised pigeons | B.only privileged people lived |
C.people sold and bought food | D.the watchmen received training |
A.metaphor | B.overstatement |
C.personification (拟人) | D.rhetoric rhyme |
A.Remembering people’s appearance so that you can recognize them. |
B.Perceiving people’s intention so that you can properly talk to them. |
C.Understanding people’s living conditions so that you can help them. |
D.Knowing people’ strengths and weaknesses so that you can beat them |
A.Arya was more hunger than terrified in the story. |
B.The Lannisters was a big enemy of the gold cloaks. |
C.The atmosphere of the castle was agreeable and welcome. |
D.The authority treated the executed people’s dead bodies in a cruel way. |
9 . The books we read when we’re young have a special sort of power, they can inspire us to be brave and resilient! (Marilda by Roald Dahi), take us on thrilling adventures (Divergent by Veronica Roth) and even introduce us to tragedy (悲剧) (The Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson). They’re as formative as anything else in our young lives, and sometimes they’re the first place we encounter larger-than-life ideas, thinking of the lasting cultural import of To Kill a Mockingbird. In The Magic Words, Cheryl B. Klein, sets out to inform would-be writers on how great novels for young readers work.
The market for YA (young-adult) novels is booming: sales in the children’s and YA sector have been neck and neck with those of adult books in recent years, and adult authors including Meg Wolitzer and Carl Hiaasen are getting in on the phenomenon. The Magic Words aims to be a master class. And in the era of promoted self-help sensations like Marie Kondo and Brenie Brown, The Magic Words is of a piece.
Klein deconstructs the seemingly obvious (clear plot-lines, sympathetic characters) to reveal the technical significance of some beloved classics. L. M. Montgomery surely didn’t regard Anne of Green Gables as a cash-in endeavor. But for those who want to best-seller writers, Anne is instructive: what’s timeless and broadly appealing about Anne—her teenage heart and impulses (冲动) is what to examine. Once you understand that, Klein encourages you to get personal: What makes you ideal to write your story? And what does it mean to the reader?
On the latter question, The Magic Words is more than a handbook. It is also a timely social commentary on the responsibility YA writers have to young adults. They must start with an awareness of their readers—not only their age but also how they might connect with the issues, like bullies or tolerance that the characters face. The narratives we tell young readers can influence how they understand and value the world around them. The magic isn’t in the words: it’s in how the words come together to reflect and confirm the realities of a diverse young-adult experience.
1. What can be learned about the books introduced?A.Divergent even introduce us to tragedy. |
B.Matilda can take us on thrilling adventures. |
C.To Kill a Mockingbird has lasting cultural significance. |
D.The Bridge to Terabithia can inspire us to be brave and resilient. |
A.The market or YA novels is shrinking. |
B.Anne is a master in the field of YA novels. |
C.Adult authors are getting in the field of YA novels. |
D.Sales in the YA sector are less than those in the adults’. |
A.Fully understand their readers first. |
B.Find someone to sponsor their writing. |
C.Develop a strategy to meet the market. |
D.Copy the works of historical masters. |
A.To promote the sales of YA books. |
B.To introduce a book for the future writers. |
C.To recommend a new writer. |
D.To arouse people’s interest in reading. |
10 . Turning 13 can be painful. Sure, pimples (粉刺) are a problem.
These
Soto tells the story of two 13-year-old friends, Ronnie and Joey, who are self-conscious about their
It gets
The trouble is that Joey has no intention of
“This book is a call for mercy for young people
The moral of the story: You don’t need to be the best-looking chimp in the jungle. All you need is a loyal friend who will stick by you, even when the going gets a little, well, hairy.
1.A.And | B.But | C.So | D.Though |
A.benefits | B.offers | C.hurts | D.differ |
A.floor | B.toilet | C.mirror | D.water |
A.younger | B.older | C.taller | D.prettier |
A.what | B.where | C.why | D.how |
A.sadness | B.necessities | C.happiness | D.worries |
A.empty | B.available | C.priceless | D.invisible |
A.developing | B.growing | C.reforming | D.changing |
A.pimple | B.hair | C.wound | D.skin |
A.worse | B.better | C.darker | D.happier |
A.Excited | B.Warm-hearted | C.Teary-eyed | D.Frightened |
A.get away from | B.get into | C.get over | D.get through |
A.scene | B.world | C.coach | D.school |
A.leaving | B.entering | C.liking | D.avoiding |
A.in time | B.on time | C.right away | D.once again |
A.jumps | B.climbs | C.falls | D.escapes |
A.going for | B.going through | C.going into | D.going by |
A.loyalty | B.selfishness | C.glory | D.courage |
A.nothing | B.something | C.everything | D.anything |
A.which | B.that | C.those | D.what |