A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.
Her father, a cook, took her to the kitchen, and he filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and in the last he placed ground coffee beans. He led them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a mug. Turning to her he asked, “Darling, what do you see?” “Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.
He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots and she did and noted that they were soft. Then he asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
What does it mean, Father? He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water. Its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique; however, after they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
Which are you? He asked his daughter.
When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
阅读上述材料，谈谈面对困境，你想成为“胡萝卜”、“鸡蛋”还是“咖啡豆”？简述原因。字数：100字左右。
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My family moved from Taiwan to a small town in central Georgia, where my dad got a visa for his family and a job. I had just learned English, and from what little I could gather from my friends, Santa Claus would come down one’s chimney and put toys in one’s stocking on Christmas Eve! What a great country, I thought. After I looked up “stocking” in my Chinese-English dictionary, I knew what I had to do and always expected that day.
Finally, the big day came. On that wonderful night, after everyone went to bed, I sneaked out of bed, took my longest, cleanest knee sock and attached it to a nail already on the mantel (壁炉). Obviously, the previous owners of this house were no strangers to this Santa character. Gazing at the sock and imagining the delicately-packed gift in it, I couldn’t help giggling (咯咯笑). For the first time, I found it hard to fall asleep.
And for the first time, I woke up before everyone else in the early morning. Then I headed straight to the fireplace and was even ready for what to say after seeing the gift. However, what happened next was the least thing I wanted to mention. On the nail was the empty and lonely sock. I was hit with the reality of the empty sock and the biggest lie ever told. I tried my best to hold back my tears but failed. Bursting into tears, I quickly took down the sock and stuffed it in the back of a drawer.
Every December since then, the topic of Christmas memories would unavoidably come up, and I would amuse my friends with my poor-little-me story. I had to make it as funny as possible, or else I would cry once again. I didn’t know whether any of my audience ever noticed the sparkling tears hidden in my eyes.
How could I know that Santa was just late? Nine years ago, on Christmas Eve, I heard a knock on the door when I was watching TV. Unwillingly, I dragged my feet and opened the door.
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Outside the door stood an old man with a white beard and a red cap, holding a well-packed box.
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Through tear-blurred eyes, I recognized the handwriting on the card.
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The newfound team, now officially known as the Wildcats, started their basketball journey with a mix of eagerness and anxiety. The community center’s basketball court became their arena (竞技场), a place where failures were just stepping stones to success, and every dribble (运球), pass, and shot was a lesson in disguise.
Under Mr. Jordan’s guidance, practices became more than just learning how to play basketball; they were about discovering the strengths within and the power of unity. He had an approach to seeing the potential in every player.
One afternoon, as the team gathered around Mr. Jordan, he introduced a new drill that focused on passing and communication. “Basketball is a language,” he explained. “If you can’t communicate, you can’t win. This drill will help you understand each other without words. ”
The drill was a disaster at first. Passes went wrong, and frustration mounted. Jasmine’s quick passes were too swift for Mia, and Lucas’s attempts at humor during the drill only led to more confusion. Eli, ever the observer, noticed the tension and suggested a simple system of hand signals they had discussed in a previous practice. Gradually, the team began to find their rhythm, learning to anticipate each other’s moves and communicate more effectively.
It wasn’t just basketball skills that the Wildcats were developing; it was a sense of belonging and trust in one another. Each practice ended with a team gathering, where Mr. Jordan shared stories from his coaching days, emphasizing the lessons learned from losses more than wins.
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Paragraph 2: The second half saw a different Wildcats team.
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I was 8 years old then. I had little need of luggage. But something about my grandma’s old leather suitcase, which had been there beneath my bed, appealed to my imagination. The cracked (有裂纹的)handle felt firm in my hand and made me feel like I was going to places. But I hadn’t used the old suitcase before that day.
It was a fall morning in our North Carolina town, and a fine mist dampened the fallen leaves. I was angry. My mother had slighted (冷落) me somehow, though now I have no idea what caused my anger. I wanted to make her pay. I decided to run away.
I said, “Goodbye, Mom.” I stood outside the kitchen door with the suitcase firmly in my hand. “Goodbye, Mom,” I repeated twice more. At last, Mom emerged, wiping her hands on a dish towel. I lifted the suitcase a little just to make sure she didn’t miss it. “I’m leaving home,” I said. The plan was to let her suffer guilt and beg for a minute or two, and then I would agree to stay.
“Did you pack lunch?” Mom’s question knocked me off balance. ”I said I’m leaving. I’m running away. Forever!” I said. Instead, she smiled and said, “Well, would you like me to fix you something? I just made chocolate chip cookies.” “Maybe a cookie.” I hesitated. “All right, I’m off.” As I stepped onto the front walk, fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie tucked (被塞入) into my coat pocket, I looked back at our big yellow house.
Surely, she would follow me. I stared at the front door, waiting for it to be opened. I watched the lace curtains in the living room window for movement. But, no! Not even a flicker (摇曳) of a curtain! My mother didn’t care if I ran away. Had she ever loved me at all? So I had nothing to do but go on walking away. I got to the sidewalk and took a right turn, moving slowly on. I had traveled 150 feet before I stopped. I had no idea what would come next, blank and frustrated. I took a bite of the still-moist cookie, put it back into my pocket, and decided that my mother deserved one last chance. I turned around and moved back to the house, leather suitcase swinging like a swing. A moment later, I was back at home.
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“Jack?” my mother’s trembling (颤抖) voice was heard from the dark living room.
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