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主旨大意题 A (2015·吉林长春市第三次质检)Raised in a motherless homethe bus whenever I came home.Though the bus stopped about two miles from home，Dad never met me，even in severe weather.If I grumbled，he’d say in his loudest fathervoice，“That’s what your legs are for！”s much as the fear of walking alone along the highway and country roads.I also felt less than valued that my father didn’t seem concerned about my safety.But that feeling was canceled one spring evening. It had been a particularly difficult week at college after long hours in labs.I longed for home.When the bus reached the stop，I stepped off and dragged my suitcase to begin the long journey home. A row of hedges (树篱) edged the driveway that climbed the hill to our house.Once I had turned off the highway to start the last lap of my journey the top of the hedges，moving toward the house.Upon closer observation，I realized it was the top of my father’s head.Then I knew，each time I’d come home，he had stood behind the hedges，watching，until he knew I had arrived safely.I swallowed hard against the tears.He did care，after all. On later visits，that spot of gray became my watchtower. I could hardly wait until I was close enough to watch for its secret movement above the greenery.Upon reaching home，I would find my father sitting innocently in his chair.“So，my | 
