2025 High School Graduation Mock Exam for Nghe An Province Literature with Answers

2025 High School Graduation Mock Exam, Nghe An Province Literature

I. READING COMPREHENSION (4.0 points)

Read the excerpt:

[Introduction: Le Minh Khue is one of the typical writers of the renovation period. Her stories focus on everyday life, have the ability to cover and evoke many thoughts about life and world affairs with diverse narrative art, flexibly using different perspectives...

The short story Ga Xep tells the story of Mr. Lang's life. He lived in a house that had been his grandfather's house, witnessed his father's mysterious disappearance, his mother's weary waiting, and his younger brother's sacrifice. At the age of 16, he joined the army, then became a journalist, and at the end of his life, he returned to live in the old house, haunted by his father's soul and memories of his mother. Mr. Lang had two daughters who were good at studying and obedient, but they made him hopeless because they both married foreigners and followed their husbands to a foreign land. Being busy chasing love, they did not feel their father's loneliness when they demolished the old house, built him "a colorful and strange house" and "spent money to take care of him"...]

He had traveled too much. Perhaps it was his fault. He had relied on his younger brother, a martyr during the war against the French, to help him get through the most difficult border gate, to practice his profession, to travel. So many worries in strange lands. Once in the corridor of a hotel near Siberia, a young woman got to know him. When they parted, she wrote down her address in Russian. Her hometown was in the upper reaches of the Amua River, the part that flowed through great Russia. Until now, he still felt unsteady when thinking about a certain village on the Amua River. How could he get to that river? Where was it, that village like a speck of dust on a vast land? After the war, he traveled everywhere. Even on a faraway island in the Pacific Ocean, he met Vietnamese people. In a remote village near the Amazon forest, a man took his car to pass by. The sword-shaped eyebrows typical of the Northern Delta, the small, slanted eyes like two threads on the high, red cheekbones… A true Vietnamese who left in the fifties. The tears of that wandering man fell on his hand when he held his hand. He had forgotten Vietnamese. Behind him was an Indian woman with cheeks like they were carved from clay. He sympathized with the lonely people who had to adapt to a foreign land. But one time in New York, he accidentally turned to the other side when he saw some Vietnamese people coming. He was embarrassed and did not want to talk. The bomb of a multi-sided war had exploded in his country. People scattered all over the planet, carrying hatred, leaving behind many suspicions.

How unfortunate is a country where people cannot stay in one place. They give birth to children in one house, grow old and die in that house, with things that “work well after twenty years.”

He told his children about his thoughts about home and land. They both laughed. God created man on the earth. The same plants and the same sun. Whoever wants to live wherever they want can live. The homeland is this earth. Dad is old, he thinks too narrowly. We are like T-shirts and jeans. Wherever there are people, we live well. At this time, the whole earth is wearing T-shirts and jeans. Borders will no longer have any meaning, Dad.

He was silent. They had their reasons. But they had put him in their t-shirt and jeans trend, they were cruel. They were killing him when they demolished his old house, they packed their bags and left when death was flapping its wings over his head.

He dozed in the strange, high-pillowed bed of his new home. A shadow brushed his face, real, not a feeling. And a groan of pain, he heard it clearly.

He sat up suddenly and cried out: Father! But all was quiet again.

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When his two children first followed love, he stayed in an old one-story house so old that when it rained for a long time, the tiled roof gave off a damp mossy smell. He went out with some old friends, he returned to the mossy house and felt safe, sat drinking tea, reading old books. He waited for his children to return. The dead, the real owner of the house also felt safe hiding behind the door, behind the wooden cabinet from the beginning of the century. He stayed in the house, every night feeling many loving eyes watching him. He lived with the souls, and waited...

The time when he wore tiny shorts, stripped naked, and climbed the tamarind tree in front of the house with his younger brother, shaking its branches so that the ripe tamarinds would fall on the roof tiles, was the time when people felt it was reasonable to be born. That peaceful time was only a moment. He did not feel his life was peaceful at all. There was always something hitting his ears: the sound of an airplane siren, the sound of bombs tearing at his eardrums, the call to evacuate, the call to leave, the call to boycott someone, to praise someone, the loudspeaker announcing the trains at the station, his mother's voice urging: hurry up, children! The life of a Vietnamese person is filled with hurried sounds. Life is like a market train, luggage is picked up temporarily, faces are tired. The train sometimes stops at a small station for people to get off to relax a bit. In that small station, there is a moment of peace that seems unreal. People build a house, grow a crop of vegetables, marry their children, have a grandchild, have a little memory… Then they leave everything behind, board a train that runs without a fixed stop. But strangely, he often forgets the screeching sound of the wheels grinding on the fateful railway. The little peace at the stations lives more intensely than the fear.

(Excerpt from Ga xep, Le Minh Khue, Outstanding Vietnamese short stories from 1986 to present,

Selected and introduced by Doan Anh Duong, Women's Publishing House, 2013, pp.139-153)

Perform the requirements:

Question 1.Based on the excerpt, name the "strange lands" that make the character Mr. Lang "worried".

Sentence 2.Point out one sign of a modern short story shown in the excerpt.

Sentence 3.State the artistic effect of the rhetorical device of comparison in the sentence We are like a T-shirt and jeans.

Sentence 4.Explaining Mr. Lang's thoughts when hearing his children's views on the house and the Fatherland in the passage: He was silent. They had their reasons. But they put him in their t-shirt and jeans trend, they were really cruel. They were killing him when they destroyed his old house, they packed their bags and left when death was flapping its wings over his head.

Question 5.If you were Mr. Lang's daughter, what would you say to your father when he wanted to demolish the old house? (Explain in about 5-7 lines).

II. WRITING (6.0 points)

Question 1 (2.0 points)

Write an argumentative paragraph (about 200 words) analyzing the narrative point of view in the excerpt in the Reading section.

Question 2 (4.0 points)

Many people believe that pursuing happiness will not make you happy.

Please write an essay (about 600 words) discussing the obstacles in the journey of pursuing personal happiness of young people.

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