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(1) The author uses "nocturnal walking" as the clue of this article, which is a thread through the beads. He wrote about the "various colors" of Shanghai night, the manners of passengers on the tram and the attitude of the police to people, the impression of small shops, and finally the expectation of dawn. All these thoughts and thoughts were sorted out by walking in the streets of Shanghai at night.

(2) This sentence uses the rhetorical device of metaphor, which vividly shows that after seeing the impetuous, rough and ugly world, the heart is calm, and we should treat the good and evil of life correctly.

(3) (1) divorced from the simple and complacent life feeling of luxury, vanity, fraud and war in Shanghai. (2) simple living of ordinary people gives people a kind, quiet and peaceful feeling.

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Read the following article and complete the following questions.

travel over night

Ke Ling

The night is quiet and the lights are dim. When you walk out of the busy fields and walk alone, you often feel a faint joy.

(2) The street is cold, empty and far away, as if there is a boat in the lonely Qiu Jiang; Occasionally, a car flies by, which reminds you of Sha Ou skimming over the water. On the corner in the distance, the traffic lights are a little scarlet, just like a maple leaf falling from the sky, and the geese are red alone on the shore.

During the daytime in Shanghai, there is a torrent of survival competition, while the flowers of evil often bloom in the dark. The mysterious night covers everything, but we can still see the various colors of this paradise on earth with our imaginary eyes. This moment must be the most exciting moment on the dance floor. The dark light is filled with jazz, and people are the narrowest, smirking and pretending to be happy, whispering leisurely by dancers. The laborers collapsed in the hut and comforted them with ridiculous dreams. What a beautiful and happy, dream kingdom! But some people are still stunned by the ugly face in their dreams and wake up from the whip with a cold sweat. Night shift workers are busy with heavy drooping eyelids and noisy machinery. Desperados and thieves may engage in theft and plunder, or they may take their opponents' lives in the dark for the competition of their masters. Maybe there are losers on the battlefield of life, who, with the sadness of the end, threw themselves into the turbid flow of Huangpu River, causing a small wave and everything was calm. We can also see that in The Secret of the Bean-like Lamp, there are people who risk their lives for lofty ideals; Unfortunately, among them, they were brutally executed in the dark suburbs of the moon and stars. ……

(4) As you can imagine, this is how the facts develop; But in front of me, it was calm. -Shanghai is a sea of people, and the red dust covers the sky. This is the only quiet moment.

Noisy air makes the mood impetuous, complicated personnel make the soul rough, and ugly reality kills human nature. Just at this moment, it is like a lake filtered by a storm, with clouds rolling and comfortable, as quiet as a mirror. Although there are few people on the road, you will never feel lonely.

⑥ Sitting on the cold last bus, there are often only passengers who come back in twos and threes. They sit idly opposite each other, as if unwilling to talk. At leisure, the conductor took out the ticket from under the car seat, piles of shiny silver horns and dark yellow copper coins, patiently counted them, and prepared to pay the bill as soon as he entered the factory and go home to rest. Occasionally chatting in boredom is very casual, as if everyone is a familiar friend: the unnecessary gap between the conductor and the passengers during the day has disappeared at the moment.

⑦ Pulling an empty rickshaw driver, the police stood quietly under the police box and stopped glaring at the driver. Seeing this state of peaceful coexistence, I often have an inexplicable impulse to run up and talk to them, exchange a little innocent comfort and pour out a little admiration.

If you are free, you can run into a small shop at will and be a guest. The shop is small and full of salt. It doesn't cost much, but it can be completely replaced. There is no expensive western food here, but all Han banquets, exquisite Su Yang and delicacies. But you go and see the diners around you, a bowl of beef soup and a bowl of Yangchun noodles, some of which have dried up in vain and are still tasting the satisfaction of ordinary people. In the face of that carefree expression, you can't help but taste a sour and sweet taste of the world from your heart, and at the same time you will think of that common poem, which is really "everything is not as good as a cup in your hand, and a few months in life will be the first."

Pet-name ruby browse the scenery of the pavement, "don't have a taste in my heart". Antique furnishings, greasy and worn-out tables and chairs, big bowls with blue edges, small small handleless cups with birthday flowers, mighty portraits of Guan Gong on the wall, discerning knives on the chopping block, flaming beef, and flaming flames on the stove flashed on greasy guys' faces and shouted loudly. ..... This scene will naturally remind you of the scene described in Water Margin and return to distant ancient times in a trance.

Attending the intrigue machine temporarily convergence, cruel war hung up the card of short-term no war.

? In the dead of night, the giant in Shanghai fell asleep. Let's observe a moment of silence. But what we expect is not this confusing fantasy, but the shining dawn in the morning. In 1935 (selected from Ling Ke's essays), people noticed that the pass was low and narrow.

(1) What is the clue of this article? Please analyze it briefly.

(2) In connection with the context, appreciate the underlined sentence in the fifth paragraph: Only at this moment, it is like the lake filtered after the storm, and the clouds are smooth and quiet as a mirror.

(3) The author browses the pavement, "Don't have a taste in my heart". Please analyze what kind of "taste" this is.