单项选择题：戏剧和书法篆刻家使用的繁体字等小众文化产品，正面临阵地锐减、影响下降的处境。这样的表

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戏剧和书法篆刻家使用的繁体字等小众文化产品，正面临阵地锐减、影响下降的处境。这样的表现，从技术层面说，并无大的问题，因为实用主义统治的时代，那些已经不甚实用的东西，可以退出技术的范畴，但是，从文化产品的延续性而言，那些被动辄几千年中国文明史检验了的文化，它绝不能不为人知，也不能只能由书法家、戏剧家等专门人士扛着，如果最后的结果就是这样，那么终会曲终人散，留下一段文化的悲剧。下列属于文中“文化悲剧”的是：

A．大量历史文物流失海外

B．繁体字被简体字取而代之

C．多种民间曲艺面临失传困境

D．少数民族生活被现代生活简化

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As I sat beside the window of our classroom that afternoon, my heart sank further with each passing car. This was a day I’d looked forward to for weeks: Miss Pace’s fourth-grade, end-of-the-year party.

I had happily volunteered my mother when Miss Pace looked for cookie volunteers. Mom’s chocolate chips were well-known, and I knew they’d be a hit with my classmates. But two o’clock passed, and there was no sign of her. Most of the other mothers had already come and gone, dropping off their sweet offerings.

The three o’clock bell soon took me away from my thoughts and I took my book bag from my desk.

I decided I would slam the front door, and refuse to return her hug. But when I arrived, she wasn’t at home.

I was lying face-down on my bed upstairs when I heard her come through the front door.

“Robbie,” she called out a bit urgently. “Where are you?”

I could then hear her rushing anxiously from room to room, wondering where I could be. I remained silent.

Coming through the door, she said: “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said. “I just forgot. I got busy and forgot.”

Then my mother did something completely unexpected. She began to laugh! How could she laugh at a time like this? I rolled over and faced her, ready to let her see my rage (愤怒).

But my mother wasn’t laughing at all. She was crying. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I let you down. I let my little boy down.”

I was moved by her tears.

I tried to remember her kind words from times past when I’d skinned knees or cut myself, times when she knew just the right thing to say.

“It’s okay, Mom. We didn’t even need those cookies. There was plenty of stuff to eat. Don’t cry. It’s all right. Really.”

We didn’t say another word. We just held each other. When we came to the point where I would usually pull away, I decided that, this time, I could hold on, perhaps, just a little bit longer.