Honesty Carries Kindness
By morning, Fred knew what he had to do. He had not slept a wink but had sat in the corridor all night thinking. He stretched his body and went back to his room. His brother Gray was still asleep.
It was Saturday and there was no school. Fred’s mother asked him to do some shopping for her. On his way out, he glanced at his motorcycle which was parked at the side of the house. There was no hiding the broken front lamp and the dent (凹痕) and scratches (刮痕) on the side of the motorcycle. Fred took a deep breath and went to complete his shopping.
It was late morning before Fred was free to carry out his plan. He marched down the road to Mr. Green’s house. When he arrived and called out the usual greeting, Mrs. Green appeared at the doorway and greeted him warmly. She invited him in and served him tea and some cakes. Fred nervously asked to speak to Mr. Green. She told him that her husband was out but would be home very soon. Sure enough, the elderly man returned in ten minutes.
Fred cleared his throat a few times while his host waited patiently. Finally, he started to talk, admitting that he had come to take responsibility. “I’m so sorry. I was careless yesterday and knocked into your parked car in front of the post office,” said Fred.
Mr. Green looked at the 17-year-old youth, surprised. “So, you are saying that you dented my car and then ran away?”
Fred went red. He nodded. “I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I was too frightened.”
The elderly man smiled and said, “but you’re not too frightened to acknowledge the mistake now?” Fred said with uncertainty, “I could not sleep last night thinking about it. I knew I had to do the right thing.”
Mr. Green was silent for a minute before saying in a kind voice, “you think that it is the right thing to cover up for your brother?”
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Fred went pale, his eyes wandering.
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Fred thanked Mr. Green for his kindness and what he had taught him.
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“It’s been potatoes all week, mom! Can’t we go to the diner for a burger and an ice cream? That’s all I want for my birthday!” Eve’s 8-year-old son Dylan threw his arms around her shoulders, looking at her hopefully. In her hear, she wanted to throw Dylan the biggest birthday party ever, with balloons and a delicious cake with 8 beautiful candles on it. But in reality, Eve could afford none of that. After being let go from the third temporary job and paying the overdue bills, she didn’t have enough money left.
“Sorry, baby. I can’t afford meals...” Eve said sadly. Seeing tears in his mother’s eyes, Dylan quickly changed his tone (语气). He’d seen her struggling to make ends meet and couldn’t stand hurting her. “Actually, mom, that potato salad looks delicious! Can I have some more?” He asked her cheerfully.
After the humble meal, Eve did housework. Dylan took out an envelope hidden on his bookshelf. He’d secretly saved a few dollars from the lunch money his mom had given him over the past few years. He counted the money. “$28!” His eyes lit up. “I can get a good meal for c mom!”
Dylan slid out with the envelope and walked to the next block, where he saw exactly what he’d expected—the mobile food truck! He’d seen it a few times and wondered why the place was always crowded. He waited until the crowd waiting to buy food at the counter cleared away
“Sir! Please give me everything I can get for $28!” Dylan requested eagerly. But Martin, the owner of the food truck, replied, “Sorry, kid. We’re out of everything today!”
Disappointed, Dylan was seated on the sidewalk, mumbling(咕哝): “It’s my birthday, but I can’t even treat her to a nice meal. She does so much for me. I thought, for once, I would do something nice for her.” He kept talking out loud to himself, giving into his urge to cry.
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“Woah, happy birthday, boy!” Martin said, sitting down next to Dylan.
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________When she looked around her house, Betty Margaret saw lots of electronics. Along with the usual things like her laptop and smart phone, there were all of her kids’ electronic devices: cell phones, video game devices and more! There seemed to be more than enough ways for her and her three children to be online all day, every day.
Ms Margaret worried that her kids were becoming too dependent on the Internet and electronics. Then she began to reread one of her favorite books, Henry Thoreau’s Walden, which gave Ms Margaret an idea. Thoreau spent 2 years in a simple cabin without running such luxuries as computers and electronic devices for a while.
Ms Margaret talked with her kids and explained that she wanted the family to try living for 6 months without Internet, cell phones, TV, and video games. Ms Margaret writes articles for a newspaper in Australia, and had written several books as well. She told her children that if they agreed, she would write a book about their experience and they could go on a trip abroad with the money from sales of the book. Her three children agreed, and “the experiment” as Ms Margaret called, began.
Over the course of the experiment, the Margaret’s children had different reactions to life without electronics. Before the experiment began, Anni, the eldest of the children, read books more than her younger brother and sister. She therefore had a relatively easy adjustment to the family’s new lifestyle. Anni could also use the library’s computer for her homework. Bill, who loved to play video games before the experiment began, had to find a way to spend all of his new free time. He started to spend more time practicing his saxophone (萨克斯管). Susan, the youngest child in the family, had the hardest time adjusting to life without electronics. She felt restless for the first weeks and later, influenced by her elder sister, gradually began to find interest in the novel experiences brought by various books.
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Upon having their daily family gathering after dinner, Ms Margaret, wearing a mysterious smiles, announced the big news that they had come to the end of “the experiment”.
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The vivid description of their true and funny experience toward the new lifestyle undeniably contributed to the hit of the book.
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My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family. There was one day during elementary school when my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do that to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, “Your mom only has one eye!” I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. So I confronted her that day, saying, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?!!!”My mom did not respond... I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was consumed with anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted to get out of that house and have nothing to do with her.
So I studied really hard and got a chance to go to Singapore to study. Then, I got married and bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own and was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and didn’t even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.
I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE!NOW!!!”And to this, my mother quietly said, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” And she disappeared out of sight.
注意：续写词数应为150左右。One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore.
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___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Rahul was a hard-working and determined individual who believed that success could only be achieved through perseverance and effort. He had big dreams of becoming a renowned musician, and he knew that it would require countless hours of practice and dedication to reach his goal.
Rahul’s family was not wealthy, and they couldn’t afford to buy him a musical instrument. However, Rahul’s unwavering determination pushed him to find a solution. He began working odd jobs in the village, doing chores for neighbors, and saving every penny he earned. He even started waking up early in the morning to help the local farmers with their work.
After months of saving, Rahul finally had enough money to buy a second-hand guitar, It was old and worn, but to Rahul, it was a treasure. He spent hours each day practicing, strumming the strings and experimenting with different melodies. His fingers grew calloused (起茧的), but he never complained. Instead, he saw it as a sign of progress, a proof to his hard work.
Despite his talent, Rahul faced numerous challenges along his journey. People would often discourage him, telling him that he was wasting his time pursuing his dreams. But Rahul remained determined, using their skepticism as fuel to work even harder.
One day, news spread throughout the village about a music competition being held in the nearby city. The competition promised the winner a chance to perform in front of renowned musicians and industry professionals. Rahul saw this as an opportunity to showcase his talent and prove to everyone that hard work pay s off. With great anticipation, Rahul prepared for the competition. He practiced day and night, fine-tuning his skills and perfecting his performance.
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Paragraph 1: Finally, the day of the competition arrived.
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Paragraph 2: Days went by, and the results of the competition were announced.
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In the busy city of New York, such an amazing thing ever happened. On a cold Friday night, a poor artist stood at the gate of the subway station, playing his violin. The young violinist was a student at an Arts College named Joseph, who did so every day in order to earn his tuition fees. He planned to attend advanced studies in Vienna and had booked the flight the next morning. Though the music was great, people were quickly going home for the weekend. Joseph was playing his last chapter when a middle-aged man looking pretty excited slowed down his pace and put 50 dollars into the hat, for which Joseph was grateful.
The next night, the young artist came to the gate of the subway station as usual, and put his hat on the ground gracefully. Different from the day before, he took out a large piece of paper and laid it on the ground and put some stones on it. Then he began playing the violin.
Before long, the young violinist was surrounded with many passers-by, who were all attracted by the words on that paper. It said, “Last night, a gentleman named George Sang put an unexpected thing into my hat by mistake. Please come to claim it as soon as possible.”
It caused a great excitement and curiosity. They were dying to know what the unexpected thing could be. After about half an hour, a middle-aged man ran there in a hurry and rushed through the crowd to the violinist and grabbed his shoulders and said, “Yes, it’s you. You did come here. I knew that you’re an honest man and would certainly come here.”
The young violinist asked calmly, “Are you Mr George Sang?” The man nodded. The violinist asked, “Did you lose something?” “Lottery. It’s lottery.” replied the man.
The violinist took out a lottery ticket on which George Sang’s name was seen. “Is it?” he asked. George nodded and seized the lottery ticket and kissed it. Asked by many passers-by, he told his story in details.
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He bought a lottery ticket the other day.
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Out of curiosity, some passers-by asked Joseph why he didn’t keep it for himself.
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When I was in the third grade, I was picked to be the princess in the school play,and for weeks my mother helped practice my lines. But no matter how easily I delivered them at home, as soon as I stepped onstage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained that she had written a narrator’s part to the play, and asked me to switch roles. Her words, kindly delivered, still hurt, especially when I saw my part go to another girl. I didn't tell my mother what had ha ppened when I went home for lunch that day. But she sensed my unease, and instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to walk in the yard.
It was a lovely spring day and under the huge trees, we could see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) popping through the grass in bunches. I watched my mother bend down and pull a blossom up by its roots. She turned to me and said: “I think I’m going to dig up all these wee ds. Then we’ll have only roses in this garden.” “But I like dandelions,” I protested. “All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions.”
My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn’t it?” She asked thoughtfully. “And that i s true of people too,” she added, “Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that. Now, let’s go inside and talk about the lines.”
注意:1.所续写短文的词数应为150词左右；
2.续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
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Just a few minutes before the play, my teao her came over to me.______________________________________________
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After the play, I took the flower home.___________________________________________________________________
