Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi to make a living. One night I took a fare at 2：30 am. When I arrived to collect her, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many other drivers would just honk once.
But I had seen too many poor people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation of danger, I always went to the door. “This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance,” I reasoned with myself.
So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute,” answered a weak, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.
A small woman in her eighties stood before me. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
I took the suitcase at her request to the cab and put it in the trunk, and then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the cab.
When we got in the cab, she asked me to drive through downtown to a hospice.
Learning from her words that she wouldn’t live long, I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newly-weds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of the sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”
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We drove in silence to a low building, her destination.
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I held her hand tightly, and then walked into the morning light.
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December 24 arrived along with a heavy snow. It was my first Christmas Eve without my mother, and the days with excitement had disappeared.
I was extremely sad and could not control my feeling of missing my mother when the telephone rang. I ignored it and went to my bedroom to bury the continuous sadness, knowing it must be my friend Jenny calling. How could I be joyful? I wanted to be left alone.
My heart felt as heavy as the falling snow. How can I stop missing my mother?
I looked through the window. Seeing Jenny’s car parked out front, I went back to my bed and drew the covers over my head.
“Lucy!” she shouted, “I know you’re there. Answer the door, please!”
“Leave me alone!” I shouted back. I heard paper rustling (沙沙响) as she put something under the door.
“Merry Christmas!” she called out.
Not answering the door made me feel even worse. It wasn’t fair to my best friend. Her father and sister died in a car accident when she was eight years old. As a result, her mother had to return to work and Jenny was left to look after herself.
After she left, I carried the small package, sat down and opened it. Inside was a golden pen and a journal. When I opened the journal’s front cover, out fell a bookmark with a message written on it:
Dear Lucy,
My words won’t heal (治愈) the pain. But your own words can.
Love,
Jenny
As I stared at the journal’s blank pages, a single tear fell on the page. After calming myself down, I picked up the phone and dialed her number.
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Jenny answered the phone quickly.
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When I opened the door, I saw Jenny smiling at me.
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Two, men,both seriously ill, shared the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon. His bed is next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time lying on his back. The men talked for hours continuously. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their experience in the army and where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods when his world would be broadened and enlivened (有活力的) by all the activities and colors of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans (天鹅) played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm among flowers of every color. Grand old trees made everything around more attractive, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in detail, the man on the'other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque (如画的) scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade (列队) passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window pictured it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed by. One morning , the nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. Later, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.
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2.续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
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Slowly and painfully, he made his greatest possible efforts to look out of the window beside the bed.
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"The man was blind and could not even see the wall.Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you," the nurse answered.
A city child’s summer is spent in the street in front of his home, and all through the long summer vacations I sat on the edge of the street and watched enviously the other boys on the block play baseball. I was never asked to take part， even when one team had a member missing — not out of special cruelty, but because theytook it for granted I would be no good at it. They were right, of course.
I will never forget the wonderful evening when something changed. The baseball ended when it grew dark. Then it was the custom of the boys to retire to a little stoop (门廊) that stuck out (突出)from the candy store. There the boys would sit, mostly talking about the games played during the day and of the game to be played tomorrow. Suddenly, one of the boys raised a question to me. “What’s in those books you’re always reading?” he asked casually. “Stories,” I answered. “What kind?” asked somebody else without much interest.
Nor did I know what drove me to behave as I did, for usually I just sat there in silence;but this time I told them for two hours about the story Iwas reading at the moment. The book was Sister Carrie. They listened, bug-eyed and breathless. I must have told it well, but I thought there was another and deeper reason that made themkeep an audience. I was offering them a new and exciting experience, one that they didn’t know existed.
The books they themselves read were the ones I had long left behind. Being alone so much, I had become an enthusiastic reader and I had gone through the books-for-boys series. In those days there was no reading material between children’s and grownups’. I had gone right from Tom Swift and His FlyingLab to Theodore Dreiser and Sister Carrie. Dreiser had hit my young mind, and they listened to me tell the storywith some of the wonder that I had had in reading it.
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The next night and many nights thereafter, a kind of unspoken ritual (仪式 ) took place. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I enjoyed the long summer evenings until school began in the fall.
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