[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"$fAvbSVwqHEa0A5KexSr7qeP_MwNV4zPeYxx9q0nuM4Xg":3},{"answer":4,"createTime":5,"id":6,"options":7,"origin":12,"question":16,"related":17,"source":27,"type":28},[],"2026-04-02 21:01:21",333438843,[8,9,10,11],"A、 artists were drawn to places with gorgeous scenery in France","B、 artists were well treated by the French government","C、 most of the famous artists were born in France","D、 French people bought most of the famous paintings",{"courseId":13,"courseImg":14,"courseName":15},"8f550f6076ba11b72550e47a95e94842","https:\u002F\u002Ftihai-oss-cloud.itihey.com\u002Fimg\u002Fa036b1c2ca1c230bae7dfca741e79f21.jpg","新起点大学英语（二）","Which came first: Giverny or Monet? Certain artists are so identified with particular places that it's hard to separate them apart. France, with its gorgeous scenery, has more than its share of these parings: Monet at Giverny, Picasso at Antibes, and Van Gogh in both Arles and Auvers-sur-Oise. It's enjoyable to see the artists' masterpieces in museums, but you can get a better sense of what inspired them by visiting the places where they worked. Late in life Monet built a garden paradise in Giverny, complete with a Japanese garden and a pond full of lilies. To capture the pond, willows and lilies on canvas, he painted outdoors. Today, we say, "Well, duh!" But open-air painting was not that traditional in the 19th century. To see some of the famous water lily paintings Monet created here, visit the Orangerie Museum in Paris. Far to the South, surrounded by water and sky, the French Riviera has long drawn artists and beach lovers. The rich and famous have long preferred the Riviera's resorts. But Pablo Picasso preferred the down-to-earth Antibes. Picasso was 65 when he moved here in 1949. Life was good — World War II was over, and he had a 23-year old mistress. Art materials were in short supply, so he made do with house paint and plywood. His Antibes paintings celebrate colour, freedom and joy in life after the long nightmare of war. Antibes' interesting old town faces its sandy gulf, and Picasso oft en sketched on the beach. Sea creatures, bathing beauties and marine themes pop up in the fine works you can see displayed at the nearby Picasso Museum. Arles lies to the west in Provence, removed from the sea but still infused with magical light. The most famous resident of this town was a Dutchman — Vincent van Gogh. Coming from the gray skies and flatlands of Holland and Paris, he arrived here in 1888. The town inspired an explosion of creativity. He claimed, "The whole future of art is to be found in the South of France." He worked in an absolute flurry, producing nearly 200 canvases in just over a year. In the end, all Van Gogh left in Arles was a chunk of his ear — you won't find any paintings. But you can see the places he painted around town (such as the famous "yellow cafe"). After Arles, he headed north to the village Auvers-sur-Oise, near Pairs. Again he crazily painted everything around him: his doctor, his postman, the town church, his friends' houses. But in the end, he could not quiet down his demons. He wandered into a ripening wheat field (which he had earlier painted) and shot himself in the chest. Two days later, he died. To stroll the quiet country lane from the Auverschurch to the village cemetery where he is buried is to walk in the artist's footsteps. Take time to know the context in which art was created, and your appreciation of it will deepen. By visiting these places, you can see what the artist saw while painting, marveling at the gift that turns a living place into timeless art小题:(1)、France has more than its share of these parings because _____.( )",[18,29,38,47,56,65,68,77,86,95],{"answer":19,"createTime":5,"id":20,"options":21,"question":26,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438838,[22,23,24,25],"A、 single-parent","B、 poor","C、 drug-abused","D、 loving","Every mother knows the day will come when she must let go of her children, but I never expected that my letting go of our son would have to be so total, so complete. When our twenty-two-year-old son, Lorne, became a missing person in January of 1986, I kept asking, "Why me?" Missing person stories only happen on television melodramas, not to loving families like ours. After all, we didn't have problems of divorce, poverty, abuse, alcohol, or drugs. My husband and I had been involved with our four children and their many activities. How could this happen to us? The first month after Lorne's disappearance was a frantic blur. First it was thought that since Lorne was a long-distance runner, he could have fallen into a ravine in the Catalina Mountains behind his old high school. Soon, Search and Rescue, tracking dogs, the Sheriff 's Department, and police helicopters became involved. People on horseback and on foot, along with Lorne's former high school cross-country coach and team, thoroughly combed the trails. There were no leads. Meanwhile, I felt overwhelmed. I became consumed with "What if?" What if I hadn't shown long, lanky Lorne how much I loved him? What if I hadn't understood this quiet, good-natured young man who kept his successes and worries to himself? I shed numerous tears, took medication and convinced myself I could cope no longer. I felt hopeless. There was nothing I could do. But slowly, as the weeks passed, I got back into a daily routine. I returned to my teaching job. I quit looking at time as a huge block, and worked on getting through each day. One day I had a serious talk with myself. Lorne's disappearance wasn't my fault! I had been the best mother. I knew how to be to him — to all our four children. What was it about Lorne that I'd missed? One day while lunching with friends at a Chinese restaurant, I opened a fortune cookie. The little slip of paper said, "Your sense of humor allows you to glide through difficult times." It was true. I'd always laughed easily and had a healthy sense of humor. It was my strong point! I resolved to get that laugh back in working order again. I pinned that fortune cookie to my bulletin board, where it remains to this day. I was ready. But where was Lorne hiding? The man in charge of the Salvation Army Missing Persons Bureau patted my hand. "He can't hide from God," he said. "Or his mother!" I replied, standing straighter. At homeless feeding stations, I held up a poster with Lorne's picture and the words, "Have you seen me?" The posters were also displayed in various shelters and blood donation centers in the Southwest. Lorne's extreme vision correction prescription went to optometrists in the western states, and his dental records to the national computer system. My husband and I engaged two different private investigators. My attempt to get Lorne's case on the television program, Unsolved Mysteries, proved unsuccessful. The producer said that it "didn't have a strong story line." It was a strong story line to me! I did prevail, however, in getting his case on a show called Reunion. I felt that someone somewhere had seen Lorne. Yet despite all our efforts, Lorne remained "missing." And twenty-three years later, Lorne is still gone without a trace. Meanwhile, I have had to go on with my life—coping with being a widow, helping my grandchildren, being there for our other grown kids when they need me. But most importantly, I've worked on keeping laughter in my life. I have never stopped loving Lorne and never will, but I like to think the love I send him now is somehow stronger. Loving Lorne without knowing where he is feels like a ribbon flowing from my heart. It travels across time and forever. We never totally let go of our children小题:(1)、Lorne came from a _________ family.( )","v1",0,{"answer":30,"createTime":5,"id":31,"options":32,"question":37,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438839,[33,34,35,36],"A、 Lorne used to be a long-distance runner","B、 Helicopters were used to search for Lorne","C、 Lorne's mother kept asking all those "What if " questions","D、 Lorne's mother strongly believed that she could cope with the situation","Every mother knows the day will come when she must let go of her children, but I never expected that my letting go of our son would have to be so total, so complete. When our twenty-two-year-old son, Lorne, became a missing person in January of 1986, I kept asking, "Why me?" Missing person stories only happen on television melodramas, not to loving families like ours. After all, we didn't have problems of divorce, poverty, abuse, alcohol, or drugs. My husband and I had been involved with our four children and their many activities. How could this happen to us? The first month after Lorne's disappearance was a frantic blur. First it was thought that since Lorne was a long-distance runner, he could have fallen into a ravine in the Catalina Mountains behind his old high school. Soon, Search and Rescue, tracking dogs, the Sheriff 's Department, and police helicopters became involved. People on horseback and on foot, along with Lorne's former high school cross-country coach and team, thoroughly combed the trails. There were no leads. Meanwhile, I felt overwhelmed. I became consumed with "What if?" What if I hadn't shown long, lanky Lorne how much I loved him? What if I hadn't understood this quiet, good-natured young man who kept his successes and worries to himself? I shed numerous tears, took medication and convinced myself I could cope no longer. I felt hopeless. There was nothing I could do. But slowly, as the weeks passed, I got back into a daily routine. I returned to my teaching job. I quit looking at time as a huge block, and worked on getting through each day. One day I had a serious talk with myself. Lorne's disappearance wasn't my fault! I had been the best mother. I knew how to be to him — to all our four children. What was it about Lorne that I'd missed? One day while lunching with friends at a Chinese restaurant, I opened a fortune cookie. The little slip of paper said, "Your sense of humor allows you to glide through difficult times." It was true. I'd always laughed easily and had a healthy sense of humor. It was my strong point! I resolved to get that laugh back in working order again. I pinned that fortune cookie to my bulletin board, where it remains to this day. I was ready. But where was Lorne hiding? The man in charge of the Salvation Army Missing Persons Bureau patted my hand. "He can't hide from God," he said. "Or his mother!" I replied, standing straighter. At homeless feeding stations, I held up a poster with Lorne's picture and the words, "Have you seen me?" The posters were also displayed in various shelters and blood donation centers in the Southwest. Lorne's extreme vision correction prescription went to optometrists in the western states, and his dental records to the national computer system. My husband and I engaged two different private investigators. My attempt to get Lorne's case on the television program, Unsolved Mysteries, proved unsuccessful. The producer said that it "didn't have a strong story line." It was a strong story line to me! I did prevail, however, in getting his case on a show called Reunion. I felt that someone somewhere had seen Lorne. Yet despite all our efforts, Lorne remained "missing." And twenty-three years later, Lorne is still gone without a trace. Meanwhile, I have had to go on with my life—coping with being a widow, helping my grandchildren, being there for our other grown kids when they need me. But most importantly, I've worked on keeping laughter in my life. I have never stopped loving Lorne and never will, but I like to think the love I send him now is somehow stronger. Loving Lorne without knowing where he is feels like a ribbon flowing from my heart. It travels across time and forever. We never totally let go of our children小题:(2)、Which of the following statements is NOT true?( )",{"answer":39,"createTime":5,"id":40,"options":41,"question":46,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438840,[42,43,44,45],"A、 Overwhelmed","B、 Hopeless","C、 Indifferent","D、 Affectionate","Every mother knows the day will come when she must let go of her children, but I never expected that my letting go of our son would have to be so total, so complete. When our twenty-two-year-old son, Lorne, became a missing person in January of 1986, I kept asking, "Why me?" Missing person stories only happen on television melodramas, not to loving families like ours. After all, we didn't have problems of divorce, poverty, abuse, alcohol, or drugs. My husband and I had been involved with our four children and their many activities. How could this happen to us? The first month after Lorne's disappearance was a frantic blur. First it was thought that since Lorne was a long-distance runner, he could have fallen into a ravine in the Catalina Mountains behind his old high school. Soon, Search and Rescue, tracking dogs, the Sheriff 's Department, and police helicopters became involved. People on horseback and on foot, along with Lorne's former high school cross-country coach and team, thoroughly combed the trails. There were no leads. Meanwhile, I felt overwhelmed. I became consumed with "What if?" What if I hadn't shown long, lanky Lorne how much I loved him? What if I hadn't understood this quiet, good-natured young man who kept his successes and worries to himself? I shed numerous tears, took medication and convinced myself I could cope no longer. I felt hopeless. There was nothing I could do. But slowly, as the weeks passed, I got back into a daily routine. I returned to my teaching job. I quit looking at time as a huge block, and worked on getting through each day. One day I had a serious talk with myself. Lorne's disappearance wasn't my fault! I had been the best mother. I knew how to be to him — to all our four children. What was it about Lorne that I'd missed? One day while lunching with friends at a Chinese restaurant, I opened a fortune cookie. The little slip of paper said, "Your sense of humor allows you to glide through difficult times." It was true. I'd always laughed easily and had a healthy sense of humor. It was my strong point! I resolved to get that laugh back in working order again. I pinned that fortune cookie to my bulletin board, where it remains to this day. I was ready. But where was Lorne hiding? The man in charge of the Salvation Army Missing Persons Bureau patted my hand. "He can't hide from God," he said. "Or his mother!" I replied, standing straighter. At homeless feeding stations, I held up a poster with Lorne's picture and the words, "Have you seen me?" The posters were also displayed in various shelters and blood donation centers in the Southwest. Lorne's extreme vision correction prescription went to optometrists in the western states, and his dental records to the national computer system. My husband and I engaged two different private investigators. My attempt to get Lorne's case on the television program, Unsolved Mysteries, proved unsuccessful. The producer said that it "didn't have a strong story line." It was a strong story line to me! I did prevail, however, in getting his case on a show called Reunion. I felt that someone somewhere had seen Lorne. Yet despite all our efforts, Lorne remained "missing." And twenty-three years later, Lorne is still gone without a trace. Meanwhile, I have had to go on with my life—coping with being a widow, helping my grandchildren, being there for our other grown kids when they need me. But most importantly, I've worked on keeping laughter in my life. I have never stopped loving Lorne and never will, but I like to think the love I send him now is somehow stronger. Loving Lorne without knowing where he is feels like a ribbon flowing from my heart. It travels across time and forever. We never totally let go of our children小题:(3)、Which of the following words is NOT proper to describe Lorne's mother?( )",{"answer":48,"createTime":5,"id":49,"options":50,"question":55,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438841,[51,52,53,54],"A、 Missing Persons","B、 Reunion","C、 Unsolved Mysteries","D、 Search and Rescue","Every mother knows the day will come when she must let go of her children, but I never expected that my letting go of our son would have to be so total, so complete. When our twenty-two-year-old son, Lorne, became a missing person in January of 1986, I kept asking, "Why me?" Missing person stories only happen on television melodramas, not to loving families like ours. After all, we didn't have problems of divorce, poverty, abuse, alcohol, or drugs. My husband and I had been involved with our four children and their many activities. How could this happen to us? The first month after Lorne's disappearance was a frantic blur. First it was thought that since Lorne was a long-distance runner, he could have fallen into a ravine in the Catalina Mountains behind his old high school. Soon, Search and Rescue, tracking dogs, the Sheriff 's Department, and police helicopters became involved. People on horseback and on foot, along with Lorne's former high school cross-country coach and team, thoroughly combed the trails. There were no leads. Meanwhile, I felt overwhelmed. I became consumed with "What if?" What if I hadn't shown long, lanky Lorne how much I loved him? What if I hadn't understood this quiet, good-natured young man who kept his successes and worries to himself? I shed numerous tears, took medication and convinced myself I could cope no longer. I felt hopeless. There was nothing I could do. But slowly, as the weeks passed, I got back into a daily routine. I returned to my teaching job. I quit looking at time as a huge block, and worked on getting through each day. One day I had a serious talk with myself. Lorne's disappearance wasn't my fault! I had been the best mother. I knew how to be to him — to all our four children. What was it about Lorne that I'd missed? One day while lunching with friends at a Chinese restaurant, I opened a fortune cookie. The little slip of paper said, "Your sense of humor allows you to glide through difficult times." It was true. I'd always laughed easily and had a healthy sense of humor. It was my strong point! I resolved to get that laugh back in working order again. I pinned that fortune cookie to my bulletin board, where it remains to this day. I was ready. But where was Lorne hiding? The man in charge of the Salvation Army Missing Persons Bureau patted my hand. "He can't hide from God," he said. "Or his mother!" I replied, standing straighter. At homeless feeding stations, I held up a poster with Lorne's picture and the words, "Have you seen me?" The posters were also displayed in various shelters and blood donation centers in the Southwest. Lorne's extreme vision correction prescription went to optometrists in the western states, and his dental records to the national computer system. My husband and I engaged two different private investigators. My attempt to get Lorne's case on the television program, Unsolved Mysteries, proved unsuccessful. The producer said that it "didn't have a strong story line." It was a strong story line to me! I did prevail, however, in getting his case on a show called Reunion. I felt that someone somewhere had seen Lorne. Yet despite all our efforts, Lorne remained "missing." And twenty-three years later, Lorne is still gone without a trace. Meanwhile, I have had to go on with my life—coping with being a widow, helping my grandchildren, being there for our other grown kids when they need me. But most importantly, I've worked on keeping laughter in my life. I have never stopped loving Lorne and never will, but I like to think the love I send him now is somehow stronger. Loving Lorne without knowing where he is feels like a ribbon flowing from my heart. It travels across time and forever. We never totally let go of our children小题:(4)、Lorne's mother tried to put her son's case on a television program named ________.( )",{"answer":57,"createTime":5,"id":58,"options":59,"question":64,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438842,[60,61,62,63],"A、 felt hopeless","B、 lost her confidence in life","C、 became a widow","D、 engaged a private investigator","Every mother knows the day will come when she must let go of her children, but I never expected that my letting go of our son would have to be so total, so complete. When our twenty-two-year-old son, Lorne, became a missing person in January of 1986, I kept asking, "Why me?" Missing person stories only happen on television melodramas, not to loving families like ours. After all, we didn't have problems of divorce, poverty, abuse, alcohol, or drugs. My husband and I had been involved with our four children and their many activities. How could this happen to us? The first month after Lorne's disappearance was a frantic blur. First it was thought that since Lorne was a long-distance runner, he could have fallen into a ravine in the Catalina Mountains behind his old high school. Soon, Search and Rescue, tracking dogs, the Sheriff 's Department, and police helicopters became involved. People on horseback and on foot, along with Lorne's former high school cross-country coach and team, thoroughly combed the trails. There were no leads. Meanwhile, I felt overwhelmed. I became consumed with "What if?" What if I hadn't shown long, lanky Lorne how much I loved him? What if I hadn't understood this quiet, good-natured young man who kept his successes and worries to himself? I shed numerous tears, took medication and convinced myself I could cope no longer. I felt hopeless. There was nothing I could do. But slowly, as the weeks passed, I got back into a daily routine. I returned to my teaching job. I quit looking at time as a huge block, and worked on getting through each day. One day I had a serious talk with myself. Lorne's disappearance wasn't my fault! I had been the best mother. I knew how to be to him — to all our four children. What was it about Lorne that I'd missed? One day while lunching with friends at a Chinese restaurant, I opened a fortune cookie. The little slip of paper said, "Your sense of humor allows you to glide through difficult times." It was true. I'd always laughed easily and had a healthy sense of humor. It was my strong point! I resolved to get that laugh back in working order again. I pinned that fortune cookie to my bulletin board, where it remains to this day. I was ready. But where was Lorne hiding? The man in charge of the Salvation Army Missing Persons Bureau patted my hand. "He can't hide from God," he said. "Or his mother!" I replied, standing straighter. At homeless feeding stations, I held up a poster with Lorne's picture and the words, "Have you seen me?" The posters were also displayed in various shelters and blood donation centers in the Southwest. Lorne's extreme vision correction prescription went to optometrists in the western states, and his dental records to the national computer system. My husband and I engaged two different private investigators. My attempt to get Lorne's case on the television program, Unsolved Mysteries, proved unsuccessful. The producer said that it "didn't have a strong story line." It was a strong story line to me! I did prevail, however, in getting his case on a show called Reunion. I felt that someone somewhere had seen Lorne. Yet despite all our efforts, Lorne remained "missing." And twenty-three years later, Lorne is still gone without a trace. Meanwhile, I have had to go on with my life—coping with being a widow, helping my grandchildren, being there for our other grown kids when they need me. But most importantly, I've worked on keeping laughter in my life. I have never stopped loving Lorne and never will, but I like to think the love I send him now is somehow stronger. Loving Lorne without knowing where he is feels like a ribbon flowing from my heart. It travels across time and forever. We never totally let go of our children小题:(5)、After Lorne had been gone for twenty-three years, her mother _________.( )",{"answer":66,"createTime":5,"id":6,"options":67,"question":16,"source":27,"type":28},[],[8,9,10,11],{"answer":69,"createTime":5,"id":70,"options":71,"question":76,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438844,[72,73,74,75],"a gust of wind","a burst of snowfall","a nervous commotion of hurry","a confusion of activity","Which came first: Giverny or Monet? Certain artists are so identified with particular places that it's hard to separate them apart. France, with its gorgeous scenery, has more than its share of these parings: Monet at Giverny, Picasso at Antibes, and Van Gogh in both Arles and Auvers-sur-Oise. It's enjoyable to see the artists' masterpieces in museums, but you can get a better sense of what inspired them by visiting the places where they worked. Late in life Monet built a garden paradise in Giverny, complete with a Japanese garden and a pond full of lilies. To capture the pond, willows and lilies on canvas, he painted outdoors. Today, we say, "Well, duh!" But open-air painting was not that traditional in the 19th century. To see some of the famous water lily paintings Monet created here, visit the Orangerie Museum in Paris. Far to the South, surrounded by water and sky, the French Riviera has long drawn artists and beach lovers. The rich and famous have long preferred the Riviera's resorts. But Pablo Picasso preferred the down-to-earth Antibes. Picasso was 65 when he moved here in 1949. Life was good — World War II was over, and he had a 23-year old mistress. Art materials were in short supply, so he made do with house paint and plywood. His Antibes paintings celebrate colour, freedom and joy in life after the long nightmare of war. Antibes' interesting old town faces its sandy gulf, and Picasso oft en sketched on the beach. Sea creatures, bathing beauties and marine themes pop up in the fine works you can see displayed at the nearby Picasso Museum. Arles lies to the west in Provence, removed from the sea but still infused with magical light. The most famous resident of this town was a Dutchman — Vincent van Gogh. Coming from the gray skies and flatlands of Holland and Paris, he arrived here in 1888. The town inspired an explosion of creativity. He claimed, "The whole future of art is to be found in the South of France." He worked in an absolute flurry, producing nearly 200 canvases in just over a year. In the end, all Van Gogh left in Arles was a chunk of his ear — you won't find any paintings. But you can see the places he painted around town (such as the famous "yellow cafe"). After Arles, he headed north to the village Auvers-sur-Oise, near Pairs. Again he crazily painted everything around him: his doctor, his postman, the town church, his friends' houses. But in the end, he could not quiet down his demons. He wandered into a ripening wheat field (which he had earlier painted) and shot himself in the chest. Two days later, he died. To stroll the quiet country lane from the Auverschurch to the village cemetery where he is buried is to walk in the artist's footsteps. Take time to know the context in which art was created, and your appreciation of it will deepen. By visiting these places, you can see what the artist saw while painting, marveling at the gift that turns a living place into timeless art小题:(2)、The word "flurry" in Paragraph 4 may probably mean ______.( )",{"answer":78,"createTime":5,"id":79,"options":80,"question":85,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438845,[81,82,83,84],"A、 Because he wanted to enjoy the fresh air in nature","B、 Because he wanted to go against the 19th-century tradition","C、 Because he wanted to reproduce the beauty of nature","D、 Because he wanted to enjoy the sunshine","Which came first: Giverny or Monet? Certain artists are so identified with particular places that it's hard to separate them apart. France, with its gorgeous scenery, has more than its share of these parings: Monet at Giverny, Picasso at Antibes, and Van Gogh in both Arles and Auvers-sur-Oise. It's enjoyable to see the artists' masterpieces in museums, but you can get a better sense of what inspired them by visiting the places where they worked. Late in life Monet built a garden paradise in Giverny, complete with a Japanese garden and a pond full of lilies. To capture the pond, willows and lilies on canvas, he painted outdoors. Today, we say, "Well, duh!" But open-air painting was not that traditional in the 19th century. To see some of the famous water lily paintings Monet created here, visit the Orangerie Museum in Paris. Far to the South, surrounded by water and sky, the French Riviera has long drawn artists and beach lovers. The rich and famous have long preferred the Riviera's resorts. But Pablo Picasso preferred the down-to-earth Antibes. Picasso was 65 when he moved here in 1949. Life was good — World War II was over, and he had a 23-year old mistress. Art materials were in short supply, so he made do with house paint and plywood. His Antibes paintings celebrate colour, freedom and joy in life after the long nightmare of war. Antibes' interesting old town faces its sandy gulf, and Picasso oft en sketched on the beach. Sea creatures, bathing beauties and marine themes pop up in the fine works you can see displayed at the nearby Picasso Museum. Arles lies to the west in Provence, removed from the sea but still infused with magical light. The most famous resident of this town was a Dutchman — Vincent van Gogh. Coming from the gray skies and flatlands of Holland and Paris, he arrived here in 1888. The town inspired an explosion of creativity. He claimed, "The whole future of art is to be found in the South of France." He worked in an absolute flurry, producing nearly 200 canvases in just over a year. In the end, all Van Gogh left in Arles was a chunk of his ear — you won't find any paintings. But you can see the places he painted around town (such as the famous "yellow cafe"). After Arles, he headed north to the village Auvers-sur-Oise, near Pairs. Again he crazily painted everything around him: his doctor, his postman, the town church, his friends' houses. But in the end, he could not quiet down his demons. He wandered into a ripening wheat field (which he had earlier painted) and shot himself in the chest. Two days later, he died. To stroll the quiet country lane from the Auverschurch to the village cemetery where he is buried is to walk in the artist's footsteps. Take time to know the context in which art was created, and your appreciation of it will deepen. By visiting these places, you can see what the artist saw while painting, marveling at the gift that turns a living place into timeless art小题:(3)、Why did Monet paint in the open air?( )",{"answer":87,"createTime":5,"id":88,"options":89,"question":94,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438846,[90,91,92,93],"the luxury life of the rich","the rich life on the beach","the miserable war time","his charming mistress","Which came first: Giverny or Monet? Certain artists are so identified with particular places that it's hard to separate them apart. France, with its gorgeous scenery, has more than its share of these parings: Monet at Giverny, Picasso at Antibes, and Van Gogh in both Arles and Auvers-sur-Oise. It's enjoyable to see the artists' masterpieces in museums, but you can get a better sense of what inspired them by visiting the places where they worked. Late in life Monet built a garden paradise in Giverny, complete with a Japanese garden and a pond full of lilies. To capture the pond, willows and lilies on canvas, he painted outdoors. Today, we say, "Well, duh!" But open-air painting was not that traditional in the 19th century. To see some of the famous water lily paintings Monet created here, visit the Orangerie Museum in Paris. Far to the South, surrounded by water and sky, the French Riviera has long drawn artists and beach lovers. The rich and famous have long preferred the Riviera's resorts. But Pablo Picasso preferred the down-to-earth Antibes. Picasso was 65 when he moved here in 1949. Life was good — World War II was over, and he had a 23-year old mistress. Art materials were in short supply, so he made do with house paint and plywood. His Antibes paintings celebrate colour, freedom and joy in life after the long nightmare of war. Antibes' interesting old town faces its sandy gulf, and Picasso oft en sketched on the beach. Sea creatures, bathing beauties and marine themes pop up in the fine works you can see displayed at the nearby Picasso Museum. Arles lies to the west in Provence, removed from the sea but still infused with magical light. The most famous resident of this town was a Dutchman — Vincent van Gogh. Coming from the gray skies and flatlands of Holland and Paris, he arrived here in 1888. The town inspired an explosion of creativity. He claimed, "The whole future of art is to be found in the South of France." He worked in an absolute flurry, producing nearly 200 canvases in just over a year. In the end, all Van Gogh left in Arles was a chunk of his ear — you won't find any paintings. But you can see the places he painted around town (such as the famous "yellow cafe"). After Arles, he headed north to the village Auvers-sur-Oise, near Pairs. Again he crazily painted everything around him: his doctor, his postman, the town church, his friends' houses. But in the end, he could not quiet down his demons. He wandered into a ripening wheat field (which he had earlier painted) and shot himself in the chest. Two days later, he died. To stroll the quiet country lane from the Auverschurch to the village cemetery where he is buried is to walk in the artist's footsteps. Take time to know the context in which art was created, and your appreciation of it will deepen. By visiting these places, you can see what the artist saw while painting, marveling at the gift that turns a living place into timeless art小题:(4)、The sketches made in Antibes by Picasso are mainly about _____.( )",{"answer":96,"createTime":5,"id":97,"options":98,"question":103,"source":27,"type":28},[],333438847,[99,100,101,102],"Van Gogh produced about 200 paintings in just over a year","At Auvers-sur-Oise, Van Gogh painted everything around him","Van Gogh was buried at the village cemetery","A terrible monster hidden in the village killed Van Gogh","Which came first: Giverny or Monet? Certain artists are so identified with particular places that it's hard to separate them apart. France, with its gorgeous scenery, has more than its share of these parings: Monet at Giverny, Picasso at Antibes, and Van Gogh in both Arles and Auvers-sur-Oise. It's enjoyable to see the artists' masterpieces in museums, but you can get a better sense of what inspired them by visiting the places where they worked. Late in life Monet built a garden paradise in Giverny, complete with a Japanese garden and a pond full of lilies. To capture the pond, willows and lilies on canvas, he painted outdoors. Today, we say, "Well, duh!" But open-air painting was not that traditional in the 19th century. To see some of the famous water lily paintings Monet created here, visit the Orangerie Museum in Paris. Far to the South, surrounded by water and sky, the French Riviera has long drawn artists and beach lovers. The rich and famous have long preferred the Riviera's resorts. But Pablo Picasso preferred the down-to-earth Antibes. Picasso was 65 when he moved here in 1949. Life was good — World War II was over, and he had a 23-year old mistress. Art materials were in short supply, so he made do with house paint and plywood. His Antibes paintings celebrate colour, freedom and joy in life after the long nightmare of war. Antibes' interesting old town faces its sandy gulf, and Picasso oft en sketched on the beach. Sea creatures, bathing beauties and marine themes pop up in the fine works you can see displayed at the nearby Picasso Museum. Arles lies to the west in Provence, removed from the sea but still infused with magical light. The most famous resident of this town was a Dutchman — Vincent van Gogh. Coming from the gray skies and flatlands of Holland and Paris, he arrived here in 1888. The town inspired an explosion of creativity. He claimed, "The whole future of art is to be found in the South of France." He worked in an absolute flurry, producing nearly 200 canvases in just over a year. In the end, all Van Gogh left in Arles was a chunk of his ear — you won't find any paintings. But you can see the places he painted around town (such as the famous "yellow cafe"). After Arles, he headed north to the village Auvers-sur-Oise, near Pairs. Again he crazily painted everything around him: his doctor, his postman, the town church, his friends' houses. But in the end, he could not quiet down his demons. He wandered into a ripening wheat field (which he had earlier painted) and shot himself in the chest. Two days later, he died. To stroll the quiet country lane from the Auverschurch to the village cemetery where he is buried is to walk in the artist's footsteps. Take time to know the context in which art was created, and your appreciation of it will deepen. By visiting these places, you can see what the artist saw while painting, marveling at the gift that turns a living place into timeless art小题:(5)、Which of the following statements is NOT true?( )"]