That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.
As I was walking down empty streets under tall buildings, there was a cold damp wind blowing off the sea which nearly threw me off my feet and I felt very small and cold. I began to run to keep warm and to keep away from possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, being afraid to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty and the only living thing I could see was a frightened cat outside a small restaurant. Even so, the noise still had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly, I didn't feel cold and tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, I couldn't find my wallet anywhere. My tears broke free when I realized my wallet might be gone forever.
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Just as I was about to give up, I heard a garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me.
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Yes, sir! It was my wallet.
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One afternoon after school, Mary and his brother, Keith, were eating at a cafe near their home. That afternoon, they had to share their table with another person. That person was a young lady in her twenties. After eating, she went to the restroom. Without realizing, she had left her handphone on the table. Five minutes later, she came out and walked out of the cafe without looking back.
Mary saw the handphone on the table. She quickly told Keith, “Keith, the girl left behind her handphone.” Keith looked at the handphone. It was one of the latest models on the market. Looking very sleek, it was red in color with a black cover. The handphone must be expensive.
Keith had always wanted a handphone, But his parents refused. He stared at it for some minutes. Then he said slowly, pausing on every word, “I want to take the handphone,” Mary could not believe her eyes. She merely stared at her brother, “you can’t! What if the owner comes to look for it?”
Having made the decision, Keith quickly grabbed the handphone and put it in his schoolbag. Then, he took Mary’s hand and led her out of the cafe quickly. Outside the café, he ran to his bicycle. Mary had to run after him.
Once back home, Keith locked his house door with trembling hands. Looking at the handphone, he liked it so much. Now he had his own handphone. But Mary told him, “Keith, you cannot keep the handphone. What will you tell father about this handphone?”
Keith said quickly, “I will say a friend lent it to me.”
Mary said, “Now you are lying, too.” Oh dear! When had Keith turned so dishonest?
Then Mary saw a house phone number on the plastic cover of the handphone, “This phone number is the girl’s phone number. Why don’t we just call this number? We will talk to her and ask her to come and take back her handphone.” She was trying her best to talk some sense into him.
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Paragraph 1: That night, Keith couldn’t go to sleep, reflecting in bed.
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Paragraph 2: Mary was very happy to hear that.
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If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Long ago, at the time of the ancient Greeks, a powerful king lived in a place called Turkey. The king’s name was Midas.
King Midas had everything that a ruler might want and was loved by his family, especially his beautiful daughter, Marigold. But there was one thing Midas loved more than Marigold, and that was gold.
Every day, Midas stacked (叠放) his gold coins in neat towers, counting his gold. Each day, Midas took the towers down, piece by piece. Then he built them back up again.
One morning, Midas was taking a break from counting his gold. He looked out a window and saw all the birds fly out of a tree in his garden. “What is scaring all those birds?” he asked his daughter.
He and Marigold went to the garden to find out. In the garden, Midas and Marigold met an old man who lost his way. After some questions, Midas said, “I know your friend’s house and I’ll take you there. But first, come to my palace and share a meal with us!”
Midas treated the old man like a brother. The old man enjoyed a great dinner, and later slept in the king’s best guest room. The next morning, Midas took the old man to his friend’s house.
His friend, who happened to be a god, was happy to see his lost friend and wanted to thank Midas for his help. “Let me give you a reward for taking care of my friend,” said the god. “Tell me your greatest wish, and I will make the wish come true.”
Midas answered right away. “I want everything I touch to turn into gold!” said Midas.
“Are you sure you want that power?” the god asked.
“Oh yes, I’m sure,” Midas said. “Who wouldn’t want that?”
The god looked worried for just a moment. Then he said, “All right, I’ll give you your wish. So Midas’s wish came true. From that moment, everything that he touched with his hands turned to gold.
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On his way home, Midas skipped (跳跃) like a little boy because he was so happy to have the power.
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A few days later, Midas found the god again and cried to him.
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It’s hard to talk to dads sometimes. The roles we often expect our fathers to play—protector, provider—can make them seem impenetrable (不可理解的). That’s how it was with my dad. He came to Canada at the age of ten and settled in an immigrant community. He was never much of a talker. He rarely drank, so we didn’t get to see him loosen up after a few beers. He didn’t tell stories about himself at the dinner table or when we went for walks in the park. He was a private person and seemed to want to stay that way.
Bringing up the many questions I had about life before I was born--his early hopes and dreams, loves and heartbreaks—let alone sharing my own feelings, felt like too much for us to handle. I didn’t want to threaten the integrity (完整) of his hard shell. I had gotten used to it, and it made me feel secure.
But when my relationship and career suffered a hit a year ago at the same time, things had to change. I was facing serious questions about my own nature (本性), and I wanted to know that he had faced them, too. I needed to know how he had found his way, because I felt like I had lost mine.
In a severe moment of desperation, it occurred to me that sending an email might be the key. An email can be crafted (心制作) slowly and carefully. I could speak at a comfortable distance and give him room to adjust. He’d be up in his office — a comfortable place filled with bookshelves, dusty CD-ROMs and piles of old newspapers. I’d be at my desk in an apartment 20 minutes away.
So I wrote to him. I told him about my regrets and fears, and I asked him to answer, if he felt like it, and to share something about himself, something that would give me much-needed perspective on my life, especially on relationship and career.
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Two weeks later, his response showed up in my email box.
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I closed the email and started to cry.
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“Next Friday we’ll have the annual Egg Drop Challenge. The challenge is simple — you have to build a protective container to keep an egg from breaking when dropped over the stadium wall.” said Mr. Beal.
Cassie and I grinned at each other. Always working on projects together, we’re perfect combination. She’s brainy while I am creative.
While waiting for Cassie to come over and work on the container, I made my favorite sandwich with the fluffy marshmallow (棉花糖) cream. That gave me an idea: We can put some marshmallow cream under the egg as a cushion.
I later told Cassie about it. But Cassie wasn’t interested. “I got a better idea. We put the egg in a basket with a parachute attached.” She said.
“It will never work.” I said.
“And Marshmallow cream will?” Cassie rolled her eyes. “The parachute is better than that stupid idea.”
I couldn’t believe it. She never called my idea “stupid” before. “Then I will build mine and you build yours, and we’ll just see whose is better.”
“Fine!” Cassie stormed out. And just like that, our friendship was smashed, like an egg dropped from the top of a stadium without marshmallow cream to protect it.
When Friday arrived, I saw Cassie’s Egg Force One. She had a handkerchief to create a small parachute. It was tied to a basket and, in the center of it, her egg.
My Egg-cellent Egg Cream didn’t look quite scientific. I used a layer of marshmallow cream and a layer of jelly (果冻) to support the egg.
The competition started. Everyone in my class carried their egg containers up three stadium steps and dropped them over the side wall. If your egg broke, you were out. If the egg survived, you had to walk up three more steps and drop it again. This went on until the last egg broke.
By the fourth launch, only Cassie and I were left.
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“My egg flew out,” She explained, pointing to a broken shell in the grass.
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The Poster Contest
Shawn had been working on his entry for the school’s poster contest for weeks. The topic of the contest was recycling, and the winner would receive the honor of having his or her poster displayed all around the school. This was a big event and he couldn’t afford to miss it. And Shawn was sure his was the best in the class-certainly better than Neil’s!
Neil and Shawn were in the same class and the two boys competed in everything, and their test scores and grades were just about equal. They almost never spoke to each other, but everyone in the class knew they were competitors. One thing Shawn excelled at, though, was art.
His poster, which showed a garbage pile threatening to crush the school, looked really good. The only problem was the slogan, which was a little boring. It read, “Recycle.”
Mr. Wu evaluated all the posters carefully and said, “These are all excellent, but there are two entries that really stand out.” Shawn grinned as Mr. Wu held up his poster and the class clapped. But then Mr. Wu held up Neil’s poster, too. The artwork wasn’t great, Shawn saw, but the words written across the top were powerful. They read, “It’s Your Planet-Recycle It!” Even Shawn had to admit it was a good slogan.
Mr. Wu announced that the winner should be decided by a public vote. But their competition ended in a tie(平局). It was really a hard decision, for they both did a good job in the designing, each with their own unique strong points.
Shawn walked out of the school, with his head and shoulders hanging down. He knew the chance that his poster would be exhibited was dimming. When he looked up, he saw Neil walking alone a few steps ahead, his face stiffening with worry. He cast Shawn a look, but didn’t say a single word.
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Then Shawn had an idea.
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The exhibition Shawn had been looking forward to finally came.
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A friend of mine named Paul received an expensive automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, he noticed a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.
“Cool, right?” asked Paul with a smile.
“Yeah!” nodded the boy, and asked, “Is this your car, Mister?”
“My brother gave it to me for Christmas.” Paul replied joyfully.
Hearing this, the boy was totally astonished. “You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you anything. Er... I wish...” he hesitated.
Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that—a brother who could generously send a car to him. But what the boy said surprised Paul greatly.
“I wish,” the boy went on, “that I could be a brother like that.”
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, “Would you like to take a ride in my car?”
“Oh yes, I'd love that.” the boy answered excitedly.
Paul had the boy get in the car and showed him each of its designs.
“You see, the seat is heatable. Oh, do you know what is heatable? It means the seat can heat itself. It's so cold outside ....”Paul introduced his new car endlessly like a car salesman.
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes shining, said, “Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?”
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Paragraph 1:
Paul smiled a little, thinking he knew what the boy wanted.
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The boy sat his little disabled brother down on the bottom step, then pointed to the car.
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THE PET LAMB
Almost all the possessions had been sold to buy food and clothing for the family. At last, nothing was left but the pet lamb, Daisy. At the thought of parting with the little creature, Mrs. Grant’s felt sad because the children loved it very much. Having struggled hard, she had to make up her mind to sell the lamb. But she could not ask any child to go for the butcher. Finally, she went herself with a heavy heart, dragging her leaden feet, and bargained with the butcher for the sale of Daisy.
While the children were all playing with the lamb, the butcher and his boy came to the door. “You see I am here for the lamb,” said the butcher in a loud voice. Hearing this, one child ran to her mother's side, and asked what was happening in alarm. Mrs. Grant gently pushed the child aside, bent down and was about to tell the truth.
“That’s my lamb now, Charlie!” said the butcher’s boy in a playful tone, going up to Daisy with a rope in his hand.
“No, it is not your lamb. It is ours!” said Charlie, placing himself in front of it.
But the boy, pushing him aside, threw a rope round Daisy’s neck, and began to drag the little creature away. The poor lamb bleated very sadly. The cry of grief which fell upon the mother’s ears was too much for her, and her heart sank within her. In a moment, begging with tearful eyes, the children were all around their mother with voices choking with sobs for their little pet.
“Pray tell your boy to stop a moment,” she said in husky (沙哑的) tones to the butcher. The boy, at a word from the butcher, stopped dragging the lamb, and the little creature stopped its bleating.
The boy, at a word from the butcher, stopped dragging the lamb, and the little creature stopped its bleating.
In a trembling voice, Mrs. Grant explained to them how badly off they were after their father died. She also added that the kind butcher had given the money for Daisy. With this money, she could buy her children bread to eat.
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1.所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2.至少使用5个短文中标有下划线的关键词语；
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Para 1: But the more she explained, the stronger her children begged for Daisy.
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Para 2: The butcher, who had been watching all, was touched in his heart.
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In late December, the cow path near our house in Tennessee was still covered with leaves, but I knew snow would be falling soon enough. My younger brother, Buddy Earl, and I were on an important mission: Go to Uncle Tommie’s place and get a goose(鹅). The hiking over Little Mountain and getting there would be worth it. Uncle Tommie raised the best geese around, and he’d offered to give us one for Christmas dinner.
Uncle Tommie met us at the door. “I’m not rushing you boys,” he said, “but as light snow started, you’d better get the goose and head home.” It didn’t take me long to pick up a goose from his yard. Buddy and I said a quick thank you and goodbye. The snow came down harder, wind blowing every way.
“I’m as cold as ice. How about you?” asked Buddy.
I tapped the goose’s head. “I wish we had feathers to keep us warm like you,” I said. “Or heavier coats.”
“Doug, I’m freezing,” Buddy said. I could hardly hear him over the wind and my own chattering teeth. “I think we should go back.” The idea was attractive, but we were closer to home than to Uncle Tommie’s house. We had to push on.
I held the goose closer to my chest. The bird was the only warm thing about me. I stepped in front of my brother. “Buddy, open your coat!” “Are you crazy?” He asked. “I’ll lose the little warmth I have.” When he saw I was serious, he slowly unzipped (拉开……的拉链) his coat and opened it. I placed the warm goose inside his coat and zipped it back up. “Make sure you keep the goose’s head out so it can breathe.” Buddy sighed happily. My plan was working.
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“Doug, it is time for you to open your coat. ”
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Hearing our surviving experience, my parents hesitated about what to do with the goose.
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