Kevin Duke wanted to buy his daughter a second-hand car for her 16th birthday. So he found one. Before he bought it, he checked the engine and every comer inside the car to make sure it was all good and safe. When he came to the glove compartment(杂物箱), he discovered an envelope inside.
On the envelope was written: "New Car Owner. Important Info Inside."
Out of curiosity, he opened the envelope and read what was inside. He was quite touched by what it had said and wanted to offer help. The letter was written by a young woman named Sabrina. In it she said that she had recently lost her mom, her 6-year-old daughter and her aunt in a terrible house fire. Her mom owned that car and she loved it. But she had to sell it for all their funerals. She wished the new owner to enjoy the new car, hoping it would bring that person many precious memories.
She went on in the letter to say: "So now that it's yours, please remember it isn't just a car. It's full of memories. Be nice to it. By the way, her name is Sylvia, given by my dear daughter. So please don't change it. If you ever want to sell Sylvia, please try to find me. I don't have enough money to buy it right now, but hopefully, I'll be in a better financial situation if you decide later that she's just not right for you anymore- Be happy every day. I wish you and Sylvia the best."
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Kevin posted the letter on the Internet and it touched quite a few netizens.
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However, busy with the funerals, Sabrina knew little about what had been done for her.
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I was turning ten in the summer of 1995. On a warm evening while at dinner table, my mom announced we were taking a trip to Niagara Falls when summer vacation started so that we could celebrate my birthday there.
It all sounded incredibly good until mom said we would be driving to Canada. As was often the case, my dad would do all the driving when my mom managed the directions. But dad often took wrong turns along the way and mom would not stop complaining.
It wasn’t all that I didn’t like the car rides. I looked over at my 6-year-old sister, Marlene. She giggled at me and rolled her eyes. Driving in the car meant I’d share the back seat with my sister, who would never stop making noise unless she was asleep.
“Hey, can we take a plane there instead?” I asked between mouthfuls of hamburger and French fries. Sometimes, when dad had a day off from work, we would drive out to Idlewild Airport to watch the planes take off and land. I always hoped that one day I could get to sit in my own seat on one of those planes. It would be so cool to get high up the beautiful sky.
“Sorry honey, maybe next time.” my mother replied as she and my father exchanged glances. I turned to my sister, hoping she would say she wanted to get on a plane too, but she simply stuck her tongue out at me and giggled again.
Don’t they get it? I was in desperate need of a plane ride, and I needed something cool to talk about with my friends when we got home. “Sitting in the back seat of the car sucks.” I blurted (脱口而出) out.
“Jay!” My mom shouted. “Watch your mouth!”
“OK, sorry, but I really want to go by plane.”
“This conversation is over.” My dad growled. “Finish your eating and go to your room.”
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We left two days later on Saturday morning in our car.
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I was told to wait until we checked in our bags at the airport.
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It was Christmas Eve morning, and I awoke with a purpose: to find my lost cat, Baby-Girl. As I got ready, I could hear icy rain beating against the window. Baby-Girl was out there somewhere in the storm; I could just feel her. Sure, it had been six months since she went missing, but I still had faith. This was the season for miracles(奇迹),after all.
Earlier this summer, my sweet pet disappeared from my parents’ house in Indiana. Baby-Girl had been staying with them while I was between apartments. At the time, I lived and worked in Washington, D.C. I was staying with friends until I signed my lease(租约)on a new place. Baby-Girl had gotten out of my parents’ house three days before I was set to fly back home to pick her up.
My dad and I had spent that entire visit searching for her. Dad was the family’s resident “realist,” which meant he spent a whole lot of time trying to prepare me for the worst. “She’ s either been hit by a car or been taken in by someone who found her,” he said. However, I believed I’d see Baby-Girl again. Even after I returned to D.C. without her and the weeks stretched into months, deep down I had. this undeniable feeling that we would be reunited one day.
Now, home again in Indiana for the holidays, I was determined to pick up my search right where I’ d left off. I grabbed Baby-Girl’ s cat carrier, loaded it into the car, and then asked my dad to drive me to the shelter.
“Sharon, you have to be realistic,” Dad said as we headed to the garage (车库).“She’ s been gone too long. You’ re not going to find her.“
”Well, I disagree. Don’ t you believe in miracles?“ I asked.
Dad said nothing more but climbed into the driver’ s seat. At the shelter, a woman at the front desk greeted my dad warmly.”Good to see you again, Mr. Dillon! Still looking for your cat?“ Ah, I thought,maybe he’ s not such a pessimist after all.
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Then the woman took us to the rows of cages with cats of all colors and sizes inside.
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I pointed out that this cat was my Baby-Girl, but they both doubted it.
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In the quiet town, Ethan and his parents lived a peaceful life. His father John, a hard-working architect, and his mother Sarah, a great teacher, had always struggled to provide the best for Ethan.
As Ethan entered high school, something began to change their once harmonious home. School grades were the first battleground. While John believed in traditional hard work, Ethan, a creative boy, found himself crazy about art. Every time he painted well, his mother Sarah would praise and encourage him, but John only thought it was a waste of time. So Ethan often argued with his father.
One stormy night, the conflict (矛盾) came to a head. John, reviewing Ethan’s report card, frowned (皱眉) at the grades. “Ethan, you must focus more on your studies. These grades won’t help you become an engineer. Stop painting!”
Ethan couldn’t bear the disappointment in his father’s eyes, and argued back, “Dad, I want to be a painter, not an engineer.” Sarah, trying to stop the argument, quickly said, “John, maybe we should let Ethan have a try. It could be his true calling.” However, John stuck to his belief and replied, “Art won’t put food on the table or pay the bills. He needs a stable job.” Sarah was between her husband and son and tried to settle the argument.
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Sarah, who often helped solve problems between John and Ethan, saw their pain.
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However, I did not get a job as a swimming instructor. I tried really hard—I’m a good swimmer and I practiced my interview answers for weeks beforehand, but the pool offered me a job as a lifeguard instead.
Being a lifeguard wasn’t nearly as fun or glamorous as being a swimming instructor. Mostly, being a lifeguard meant sitting next to the pool, sweating in the hot sun, and making sure everyone obeyed the rules. “Being a lifeguard is an important job,” my dad kept reminding me, “and you have to be one of the best swimmers in the whole town. If someone gets hurt or in distress in the pool, it’s your job to rescue them.” I knew that, and I wanted to do well at such an important job, but I was still disappointed. No one at school next year would be impressed with a story of how I sat in a chair all summer and got sunburnt.
But finally I took the job anyway. Once I began work, I quickly learned that being a lifeguard was much more involved than I thought. With half of the town at the pool at any given time, there were a lot of people to keep an eye on.
I was also still jealous of the swimming instructors, who I could see every day from my seat in the lifeguard chair, which was almost eight feet tall to give me a good view and right by the side of the pool. The swimming instructors always looked like they were having so much fun, giving their lessons and playing around during their breaks in the cool, inviting water.
One afternoon, midway through the summer, I was arguing with a group of elementary schoolers about the no running rule when the sound of a woman shouting caught my attention. “Carey! Carey!” I glanced around and saw a woman searching frantically (疯狂地) for something. Immediately, my eyes went to the pool.
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2.至少使用5个短文中标有下划线的关键词语;
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Everything looked fine until I spotted the shape of a small child.
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I was feeling a bit embarrassed now with all of the attention.
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“I don’t get it, Pete,” Janet said to her cousin. “Why do you fish at Murphy’s pond if old Mrs. Murphy is a witch (女巫)?”
“The fishing’s great… And the old Murphy house is over a hill behind the pond,” Pete replied. “We’ll be okay… As long as we stay away from the house,” he continued in a low voice. “They say kids who go into that house are never seen again!”
After they got to the pond, witches were forgotten. Pete sat on the old dock and threw out his line. Suddenly Janet saw something shining in the water and stepped forward for a closer look. The rotting (腐朽的) wood of the dock broke under her. “H-e-l-l-p!” She screamed as she dropped down into the dark, cold water.
Pete jumped in to help her. “Quiet down!” He said out of breath as they got to the rocky shore. “You’re not hurt. If you keep complaining, you’ll wake the witch!” Then he screamed. “OUCH-H-H!” and lifted his foot. There was a deep cut on the bottom of his foot from a sharp rock!
“Oh, Pete, you’re hurt!” Janet cried. “I’ll go for…” But before she could say Help, she saw an old woman coming toward them. Without a word, the woman picked up Pete and carried him up the hill. A cold, wet, and confused Janet followed. She was frightened but had a strange feeling that the old woman meant no harm.
At the top of the hill, the woman walked to ward an old house. “Oh, p-p-please, Ma’am,” a frightened Pete begged, “Please don’t go there. That’s where the w-w-witch lives!”
“That is my home, young man,” the woman said softly, “Do not be afraid.” At the front door, she said to Janet, “Please open the door.” Janet did, and the three went inside. Mrs. Murphy gently put Pete on a couch (睡椅), then disappeared into another room.
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Mrs. Murphy returned with two warm blankets.
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Mrs. Murphy smiled happily.
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I always hope for some student who possesses that unusual capability to convey feeling, insight, and passion through art. It doesn’t happen often, but it did one summer holiday - and from a wonderfully unexpected source.
That summer, I volunteered to teach a summer school art class for high school freshmen. When I arrived on the first day, the students were grouping in the center of the classroom, except for a red-haired girl named Emma who took a desk in the back row. I looked over what would be my workspace for the following days. There were large windows with plenty of light and I spotted several kinds of trees outside that would serve as models.
Emma was always the earliest to get to our classes,and I could feel her effort. However, she kept her seat in the back row as though being ignored was something to hope for. I asked one popular girl, who said, “She is an orphan. We try to be friendly, but she acts like she’s in another world.” I said, “All right. Let’s try to make this summer the good part of Emma’s life, OK?” There was no answer in words but she nodded, telling me she understood and empathized - good kid, at heart.
During the following days, I could feel other students’ kindness to Emma. Sometimes, Emma even talked and drew with them, but she still kept a certain distance from me. When I asked to see her work, she leaned forward covering it with her forearms. Treating her in any special way only seemed to emphasize her painful dissimilarity, so I limited my communication with her to a good morning smile.
The summer went by quickly and everyone got much better at drawing. So did Emma’s behavior. We had a lot of fun in the process, but the last day came at the right time. The kids filed in and watched me write the assignment on the whiteboard: Draw a picture titled: “A Place I Love”.
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I walked around, watching the drawings develop.
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It was Emma’s turn to show her drawing.
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