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  3. My father was a gruff man. I couldn’t remember the last time he had tenderly stroked my cheek, tousled my hair or used a term of

My father was a gruff man. I couldn’t remember the last time he had tenderly stroked my cheek, tousled my hair or used a term of

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问题   My father was a gruff man. I couldn’t remember the last time he had tenderly stroked my cheek, tousled my hair or used a term of endearment when calling my name. His diabetes had given him a short temper and he screamed a lot. I was envious when I saw other fathers plant gentle kisses on their daughters’ foreheads or impulsively give them a big bear hug. I knew that he loved me and that his love was deep. He just didn’t know how to express it.
  It was hard to say "I love you’ to someone who didn’t say it back. After so many disappointing times when I would flinch from his sharp rebuff I began to withdraw my own warm displays of affection. I stopped reaching out or hugging or kissing him. At first this act of self-restraint was conscious. Later it would become automatic, and finally it was ingrained. The love between us ran strong but silent.
  One rare evening out, when my mother had successfully coaxed my usually asocial father to join us for a night in the town, we were sitting in an elegant restaurant that boasted a small but lively band. When it struck up a familiar waltz tune, I glanced at my father. He suddenly appeared small and shrunken to me not powerful and intimidating as I had always perceived him.
  All the old hurts welled up inside but I decided to dare one last time.
  "Dad, You know I’ve never ever danced with you. Even when I was a little girl, I begged you, but you never wanted to! How about right now? " I waited for the usual brusque reply that would once again slice my heart into ribbons. But instead he considered me thoughtfully and then a surprising twinkle appeared in his eye." I have been remiss in my duties as a father then." he uncharacteristically joked. "Let’s hit the floor and I’ll show you just what kind of moves an old geezer like me still can make!"
  My father took me in his arms. Since earliest childhood I hadn’t been enfolded in his embrace. I felt overcome by emotion.
  As we danced, I looked up at my father intently but he avoided my gaze. His eyes swept the dance floor, the other diners and the members of the band. His scrutiny took in everyone and everything but me. I felt that he must already be regretting his decision to join me for a dance; he seemed uncomfortable being physically close to me.
  "Dad," I finally whispered tears in my eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to look at me?" At last his eyes dropped to my face and he studied me intently. "Because I love you so much", he whispered back. "Because I love you. " I was struck dumb by his response. It wasn’t what I had anticipated. But it was of course exactly what I needed to hear. His own eyes were misty and he was blinking.
  I had always known that he loved me, I just hadn’t understood that his vast emotion had frightened him and made him mute. His taciturn manner hid the deep emotions flowing inside. "I love you too, Dad" I whispered back softly. He stumbled over the next few words" I ... I’m sorry that I’m not demonstrative." Then he said "I’ve realized that I don’t show what I feel. My parents never hugged or kissed me and I guess I learned how not to from them. It’s... it’s.., hard for me. I’m probably too old to change my ways now but just know how much I love you." "Okay" I smiled.
  When the dance ended, I brought Dad back to Mom waiting at the table and excused myself to the ladies’ room. I was gone just a few minutes but during my absence everything changed.
  There were screams and shouts and scrapings of chairs as I made my way back across the room. I wondered what the commotion was all about. As I approached the table I saw it was all about Dad. He was slumped in his chair ashen gray. A doctor in the restaurant rushed over to handle the emergency and an ambulance was called but it was really all too late. He was gone. Instantly they said.
  What had suddenly made me after so many years of steeling myself against his constant rejection ask him to dance? What had made him accept? Where had those impulses come from? And why now?
  In the restaurant that night all I saw was his slumped body and ashen face surrounded by solemn diners and grim faced paramedics. But it’s a totally different scene that I remember now. I remember our waltz on the dance floor and his sudden urgent confession to me. I remember him saying "I love you" and my saying it back.
  And as I remember this scene somehow incongruously the words of an old Donna Summer song tap out a refrain in my mind: Last dance…, last chance…for love…
  It was indeed the first, last and only dance that I ever had with my father. What a blessing that we had the chance to say before it was too late, the three words that live on forever long after we are gone stretching into eternity.  
It can be inferred from the passage that
选项 A、the father didn’t follow his parents’ example of expressing love.
B、dancing with her father made the daughter further understand her father.
C、the father’s constant rejection made the daughter hate her father.
D、it’s hard for a father to have intimate body contact with his daughter.
答案B
解析 推断题。从文章第八、九段可知，在与父亲共舞时的交流中，女孩明白了以前虽然她明白父亲对她的爱，而她并没有意识到父亲巨大的情感竟让他自己感到害怕，让他哑口无言，意识到父亲不苟言笑的外表掩盖了内心涌动的深沉的情感。而第十段中，父亲进一步解释了自己从父母那里继承了不善表达的性格。由此可知，在和父亲跳舞的过程中，女儿更进一步理解了父亲和他深沉的爱。故[B]为答案。同时可知，父亲对女儿表达爱意的方式确实沿袭了他父母的习惯，故排除[A] 而之前虽然父亲的数次拒绝让女儿心灰意冷，女儿依然以巨大的勇气开启与父亲爱的交流，在第九段中，当女儿真正体会了父亲的心情之时，更以真挚的感情回应父亲的爱(“I love you too，Dad" I whispered back softly)，故排除[C] [D]指出，作为父亲，难与女儿有亲密的肢体语言上的交流。文章开篇即指出，I was envious when I saw other fathers plant gentle kisses on their daughters’ foreheads or impulsively give them a big bear hug，这表明[D]并非普遍情况，只是文章中女孩父亲的个别情况而已，排除。
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