文章大意：这是一篇记叙文。文章主要讲述了作者童年时用自己的蜡笔在壁橱内创作的场景，而她母亲欣赏并接受了她的艺术成果，这样让作者感受到了母亲的爱。并且她的艺术作品一直保存在家中，带给她许多想起母亲和童年的美好回忆。
1 . On a damp, boring, stay-in-the-house kind of day, I was a 4-year-old artist armed with a new treasure: my own big box of crayons. Somehow, the usual paper wasn’t special enough for these 64 perfect, sweet-smelling sticks of vivid color. I looked around for a bigger canvas (画布). The walls presented an inviting yet forbidden landscape. If only there were hidden walls, walls that people could sometimes see and sometimes not. Walls like the ones in Mom and Dad’s closet.
Slipping quietly down the hall to the bedroom, I stood on tiptoe to reach the string for the closet light. Using my whole body, I pushed aside the heavy clothes and shut the door behind me. Words and images filled my mind faster than my hands could make them.
A brilliant rainbow was seen on one wall, with a cheery golden sun peeking out from above. Below, a giant shade tree supported a swing for sick-figure (人物线条画) children. Around them, flowers bloomed everywhere. Then I drew my reddish-brown cat with its green eyes and long black whiskers.
My masterpiece! All my very own magic! I took in the walls, the colors and the brightness. Joy swelled inside me. But as my creativity wound down, a thought popped up: I’ve got to show Mom! Suddenly I was still. I looked around with new eyes. What had I done?
Mom called out, “Dinner’s ready.” After a short time, her footsteps approached, and then finally, the closet door opened. I stood nervously in the corner. Oh, please don’t be mad, I thought. Please, please.
Mom breathed in sharply, then stood frozen. Only her eyes moved as she slowly looked over my masterpiece. She was quiet for a long, long time. I didn’t dare breathe.
Finally, she turned to me.
“I like it,” she said. “No, I love it! It’s you! It’s happy! I feel like I have a new closet!”
Now, 45 years later, my childhood artwork is still there. And in my own house, the closet walls are masterpieces, too, created by my own daughters when they were little girls.
Every time I open a closet door, I remember that, as big as that box of crayons and white walls seemed when I was little my mother’s love was the biggest thing of all.
1. What could NOT be seen in the author’s artwork?
| A．A fantastic rainbow in the sky. | B．Children playing on a swing. |
| C．Flowers everywhere. | D．A green-eyed cat playing with children. |
2. When the author was drawing, ________.
| A．she felt very creative |
| B．she felt afraid of being punished |
| C．an image got stuck in her mind |
| D．she wanted to ask her mom for advice |
3. How did the author’s mother react to her artwork?
| A．She was angry. |
| B．She was disappointed. |
| C．She managed to calm herself down. |
| D．She was amazed by the author’s talent. |
4. What can we conclude from the text?
| A．The author was not pleased with her childhood artwork when she grew up. |
| B．The author encouraged her children to draw on the white walls in the house. |
| C．The author’s childhood artwork always reminds her of her mother’s love. |
| D．The author learned from her mother to let children do whatever they want. |
