At the time, I would go out in the evening with my parents. But this time I had borrowed a bicycle from a friend of mine. I didn’t know why, but once I was on my own bicycle, a kind of free feeling flooded through me. The faster I rode, the faster I wanted to go! Far ahead, I rode as if my life depended on it, head down, hands grasping the handbars. I meant to get to Jinghai Bar as fast as I could...
Oh! My hands! Don’t come any closer... Don’t touch me! That poor doctor just couldn’t get my gloves off. Each time he took a step towards me, I broke into painful shouting. Much later, I discovered that I had crashed(碰撞) heavily with another bicycle, and I hadn’t spoken one word of sense for at least three hours! After some time, my mother arrived at the hospital, her face as white as a sheet, and gave me a hug(拥抱), only then did the doctor begin to stitch(缝合) my head wound, not only did he merrily cut off a long lock of my hair, but used no anaesthetic(麻药) either! Later. I seemed to hear faraway voices saying that my right hand was broken. I almost burst into tears. How would I ever play the piano again?
On her way to Jinghai, the writer felt _______.
A.nervous | B.comfortable | C.light-hearted | D.upset |
Why did the writer ride a bicycle to Jinghai Bar that evening?
A.Because she wanted to attend a party on time. |
B.Because she wanted to meet her friend who was waiting for her there. |
C.Because she just wanted, to join some of her friends and drink some wine. |
D.We are not quite sure about what she was really going there for. |
What did the writer think of the doctor?
A.Friendly. | B.Cruel. | C.Hardworking. | D.Kind. |
One thing is sure, that is, before she was wounded she _______.
A.often went to Jinghai Bar with her friends |
B.liked playing the piano |
C.didn’t like any doctors at all |
D.would burst into tears when she was in trouble |