Every April I am troubled by the same concern—that spring might not occur th

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问题     Every April I am troubled by the same concern—that spring might not occur this year. The landscape looks dull, with hills, sky and forest forming a single gray color, like the light color an artist paints on a canvas before the masterwork. My spirit ebbs, as it did during an April snowfall when I first came to Maine 15 years ago. "Just wait," a neighbor counseled. "You’ll wake up one morning and spring will just be here." And look, on May 3 that year, I awoke to a green so startling as to be almost electric, as if spring were simply a matter of moving a switch. Hills, sky and forest revealed their purples, blues and greens. Leaves had unfurled, birds had arrived at the feeder and daffodils were fighting their way towards heaven.
    Then there was the old apple tree. It sits on an undeveloped land in my neighborhood. It belongs to no one and therefore to everyone. The tree’s dark, twisted branches stretch in unpruned abandon. Each spring it blossoms so freely that the air fills with the fragrance of apple. When I drive by with my windows rolled down, it gives me the feeling of moving in another world, like a kid on a water slide.
    Until last year, I thought I was the only one aware of this tree. And then one day, in a fit of spring madness, I set out with a pruner and cut off a few unordered branches. No sooner had I arrived under the tree than neighbors opened their windows and stepped onto their porches. These were people I barely knew and seldom spoke to, but it was as if I had come unbidden into their personal gardens.
    My mobile-home neighbor was the first to speak. "You’re not going to cut it down, are you?" she asked anxiously. Another neighbor frowned as I cut off a branch. "Don’t kill it, now," he cautioned.
    Soon half the neighborhood had joined me under the apple tree. It struck me that I had lived there for five years and only now was learning these people’s names, what they did for a living and how they passed the winter. It was as if the old apple tree was gathering us under its branches for the dual purpose of acquaintanceship and shared wonder. I couldn’t help recalling Robert Frost’s words:
    The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
    To darken nature and be summer woods.
    One thaw led to another. Just the other day I saw one of my neighbors at the local store. He said how this recent winter had been especially long and complained not having seen or spoken to anyone in our neighborhood. And then, he looked at me and said, "We need to prune that apple tree again." [br] By saying that "my spirit ebbs"(Para. 1), the author means that

选项 A、he was relieved.
B、he was gloomy.
C、he was surprised.
D、he was tired.

答案 B

解析 从第1段第4句中邻居所说的“再等等吧”以及第1句中的Every April I am troubled by the sameconcern可知,和15年前那个四月的下雪天初次来到缅因州时一样,作者现在来到此地时,心情低沉,担心春天不会来了。所以,my spirit ebbs是指“情绪低落”,ebb的意思是“(潮)退;(情绪)低落、衰退”,选B。
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