Wrapping paper flew everywhere as Cali opened her gift. The box had a picture of a pretty girl. She was wearing white ice skates and turning around a frozen pond.
Cali looked up at her aunt and uncle with her big brown eyes. “Figure skates? Wow! How nice of you! But,” the little girl hesitated, “… but I don’t know how to skate.” She looked embarrassed.
“Don’t worry,” said Aunt Lisa. “That’s the fun part — learning how to do it!”
“That’s right,” said Uncle George.“We will take you to the ice rink(冰场)and all go skating together.”
“I don’t know…” said Cali. She wasn’t too sure she was going to be able to do it. Sometimes she had a hard time learning new things. She looked again at the happy girl on the box. It did look like fun. Cali imagined herself moving and turning on the ice like a real figure skater. “Okay,” she agreed. “Let’s do it!”
The next day Cali went to the skating rink with her aunt and uncle. Her eyes twinkled and her face lit up with excitement as she looked at the other skaters around her. She sat down on the bench and slipped her feet into the skates. Holding the strings in her fingers, she could not figure out how to tie them up. “I don’t know how to do it,” she said. She felt sad that this was another thing she couldn’t do.
“Let me show you.” Her aunt bent down on one knee, explaining how to put the strings around the small hooks (钩子). Then she tied them into a tight bow. “Now, you do the other skate yourself. I’ll helpyou if you need it.” Cali bent over the skate and did what her aunt had showed her. Her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth as she paid attention. After a few tries, she worked out how to cross the strings around the hooks. Her aunt helped make sure the strings were nice and tight. “You did it!” smiled her aunt, patting Cali on the back.
注意：1.所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2.续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
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“Time to hit the ice,” her uncle said.
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Oof! She fell down, hard.
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Alison was a very determined four-year-old girl. She was interested in everything, but drawing especially was her expertise (专长). Her mother Ann bought her papers, colors, brushes and pencils and it seemed that Alison used them up all in a day or two.
Alison showed her drawings to everyone. She especially wanted to impress her father. There is a time when daughters and dads bond strongly, and Alison surely loved her dad and wanted to bond. She wanted to bond very much—but Dad always seemed to be too busy. Ann watched with a heavy heart how Daughter and Dad very seldom played together and how the father reacted to Alison’s attempts to show her drawings to him.
“Yes, honey, that is lovely,” he would barely glimpse (瞥) at Alison’s drawings, and then answer his cell phone or go to his study.
One day, Alison used many hours to draw a really detailed house. It was magnificent (壮丽的). She had drawn individual tiles (砖) and colored them one by one, carefully leaving some space between the tiles. She had drawn curtains in the windows, and herself, Mom and Dad looking out of them. On the lawn was the puppy she so much wanted to have.
“Look, Mom!” she ran to show her drawing to her mother.
“Oh, Alison, this is so beautiful! Your best ever!” her mom said with a smile.
Alison was happy. “I’ll show this to Dad now!” she said. She ran down the hall to the closed door of her father’s study.
“Dad! Dad!” She tried to open the door.
It was locked. Alison’s mom saw the expression of disappointment on her daughter’s face. She reached for the door knob once again.
They could hear him talking on the phone with someone. Then the talking stopped.
“DAD!” Alison knocked on the door, “I want you to see the house I made!”
“I’m sorry, Alison. I am busy,” came the voice behind the door. “Can’t you show it to someone else?”
注意：1．续写词数应为150个左右;2．请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Alison felt disappointed and her hand fell down to her side.
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The door was opened and Alison’s dad appeared.
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I was the best speller in my third-grade class. Everyone knew it. I could spell lots of difficult words effortlessly. Perfect scores came to me after each weekly spelling test.
Our teacher Mrs. Brown’s rule for spelling tests was that if you didn’t get at least 60 percent correct, you had to copy each word for next week’s spelling test fifty times. Ryan, the kid who sat next to me, was not very clever. He did badly in every subject, including spelling.
One day when Mrs. Brown passed back our spelling test’s papers, I took a quick look at Ryan’s paper and saw his big red mark-56 percent. He quickly folded (折叠) the paper and pushed it into his desk. Before the next spelling test, I was so confident about my spelling abilities that I thought that I didn’t need to prepare for it.
The day finally came. As Mrs. Brown slowly mouthed each word and then repeated it, the silence was broken only by crazy pencil scratches (沙沙声). Then Mrs. Brown said, “Handkerchief.”
As I rapidly put pencil to paper, I stopped. My mind was racing as I wrote down h-a-n-d-k-e-r-c-h. What was the remaining part? Did the word end up with “i-e-f”, “e-i-f” or just “i-f”? My mind was blank. I wrote “e i-f” down, but I was wondering whether I should erase (擦除) them and change them to other letters. Then it hit me that Ryan knew how to spell it. He wrote the word fifty times-there was no way he would forget it.
Ryan had put his pencil down. It was a wide-open road between my eyes and the word that I knew he had correctly written on his paper. I was very nervous as Mrs. Brown was about to mouth the next word.
注意：
1.续写词数应为150左右；
2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
I turned my eyes to Ryan’s paper without anyone noticing me.
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Finally, I decided not to cheat.
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Two things changed my life: my mother and a white plastic bike basket. I have thought long and hard about it and it’s true. I would have been a different person if my mom hadn’t turned a silly bicycle accessory (配饰) into a life lesson I carry with me today.
My mother and father were united in their way of raising children, but it mostly fell to my mother to actually carry it out. Managing the family budget must have been a very hard task, but she made it look effortless. If we complained about not having what another kid did, we’d hear something like, “I don’t care what so-and-so got for his birthday, you are not getting a TV in your room, a car for your birthday, a lavish sweet 16 party.” We had to earn our allowance by doing chores around the house. I can still remember how long it took to polish the legs of our coffee table. My brothers can no doubt remember hours spent cleaning the house. Like the two little girls growing up at the White House, we made our own beds. We had to keep track of our belongings, and if something was lost, it was not replaced.
It was summer and, one day, my mother drove me to the bike shop to get a tire fixed — and there it was in the window. White, shiny, plastic and decorated with flowers, the basket winked at me and I knew — I knew — I had to have it.
“It’s beautiful,” my mother said when I pointed it out to her, “What a neat basket.”
I tried to hold off at first, and I played it cool for a short while. But then I guess I couldn’t pretend to ignore it any longer: “Mom, please can I please, please get it? I’ll do extra chores for as long as you say. I’ll do anything, but I need that basket. I love that basket.”
I was desperate.
“You know,” she said, gently rubbing my back while we both stared at what I believed was the coolest thing ever. “If you save up you could buy this yourself.”
“By the time I make enough it’ll be gone!”
“Maybe Roger here could hold it for you,” she smiled at Roger, the bike guy.
“Mom. Someone else will buy it.”
“There might be another way,” she said.
注意：1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
My mother bought the beautiful basket but hid it, and I was determined to make enough money.
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