On a train to Smithville, a man happened to sit down next to a young man no more than 17 years old. Because the boy was tense, the man wondered what could be worrying him. Whatever it was, the boy’s tension was clear.
The boy kept staring out of the window, paying no attention to anyone else on the train. The man opened up a book and started reading. Now and then, he would look up and see the boy’s face pressed against the window. He sensed that the boy was fighting to keep from crying.
Finally, the boy asked the man, “Do you know what time it is? And do you know when we are to arrive at Smithville?” The man gave the boy the time. Then the boy told the man the whole story of his life. “Four years ago,” he said, “I did something bad hurting my dad, so bad that I had to run away from home. I couldn’t face my father. So I left without even saying goodbye to him. Since then, I have worked here and there. I never stayed very long in one place. I’ve been pretty lonely. Until finally, I decided that I want to go back to my father and apologized to him.”
The man went on to ask, “Does your father know you’re coming?” And the boy responded, “He knows I’m coming, but I don’t know if he will be there. I sent him a letter. I didn’t know if he would still want me back. I wasn’t sure if he would forgive me. So in my letter, I told him that if he wanted me to come home, he could put a sign on a tree which is a few hundred yards before the railroad station in Smithville. I told him that I would look for a yellow ribbon(丝带)on one of the branches of that tree as the train passes. If there is a yellow ribbon on the tree, then I’ll get off. If not, then I’ll just keep on riding to wherever this train goes.” The two of them were now waiting for Smithville.
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Now involved, the man stopped reading and also stared at the window.
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A few moments later, the conductor came along and called out, “Next stop-Smithville.”
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My mother influenced me a lot. When I made a mistake, she never turned a blind eye to it. She also helped me develop many good hobbies. In my childhood, reading books was one of my favorite hobbies. Especially during holidays, I often went to the library to borrow books.
One Saturday morning after breakfast, I told my mother that I’d go and borrow one or two books in the local public library. Then, I set out, expecting what wonderful books I’d come across. After cycling there, I was amazed to notice a new children’s book that I had expected for long. The book was from abroad and was beautifully designed.
Eager to go through it, I quickly took the book out of the shelf and hurried to a chair nearby. Once seated, I opened the book and turned pages. Suddenly, a terrible thing happened. Because of my finger’s too much force, one page was torn (撕破) by accident, which produced a clear sound. It made me immediately shocked and anxious. “If the librarians find I have made the book damaged, they may ask me to buy a new one, which can be expensive. And they may angrily blame me for my carelessness,” I thought. Soon, my face turned pale and my heart pounded fast. Just then, I noticed a librarian was walking in the direction of me. “Is she coming for me?” I wondered, with my legs shaking with fear. Afraid she’d notice the broken page, I hurried to close the book.
Finding something wrong with me, the librarian was concerned and asked gently, “Do you feel uncomfortable?” I shook my head, replying, “No, I’m fine. Thank you!” The librarian smiled |and then left. When she was out of my sight, I quickly stood up and put the book back. I had no intention of reading other books, so I left the library in a hurry, without borrowing any book.
Once reaching home, I breathed a sigh of relief. However, my mother, who was doing housework, stopped.
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Then, I carried glue and headed towards the library.
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When I was young, my mother was going to Florida to visit my grandmother. I asked her to take me with her. “I’ll take you, but remember,” my mother warned me, “Grandma is sick.”
I had seen lots of sick people before, so I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. Besides, by the time we got to Florida, my grandma would probably be okay. Then we would have fun just as we used to. I remembered how important I had felt the summer before when my grandma carried me on her shoulders down the streets of St.Petersburg.
My mother and I took the train to Florida. Then we took a taxi from the train station to my grandma’s house. I got more and more excited as we approached(靠近). Grandma was a great storyteller and her stories made me feel special whenever she told them.
“Grandma, tell me a story,” I’d say, and she would always begin the story, “Once upon a time there was a boy named Billy...”Every story started with a boy named after me. When I arrived at her house,my first words were going to be, “Grandma, tell me a story.”
When I got to Grandma’s house, she didn’t come out to meet me. I went into her bedroom. In a moment, I was changed forever,because what I saw in that room wasn’t my happygolucky grandmother. It was a crumpled(蜷缩的)body, thin and drawn.
That night as I lay in bed, I heard my grandma moaning(呻吟)in pain. It continued all night.
The next morning,my mom said that we would go home that afternoon. She asked me if it was all right if Grandma came to live with us. I said yes, but in reality I never wanted to see my grandmother again, because it hurt too much to see Grandma that sick.
Although my grandma lived with us for the next few months, I never went into her room. She couldn’t get out of bed. I didn’t want to see Grandma that sick.
注意：续写词数应为150左右。One day, my grandma called to me as I walked by her room.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________What a great year we had had! A new baby daughter, a job promotion (晋升) for my husband, and a new home were among what we had received. My husband and I were grateful for them. We wanted no gifts for Christmas, because our cups were running over. So my husband and I decided to teach them to learn to share.
After dinner, we talked about doing something special for someone else at Christmas. Our oldest son said, “Why don’t we find a family who needs help and give them presents?”
All of us were excited about the idea. We didn’t know exactly how we find our “Christmas family”, but we did know we wanted to help. The next morning I made calls to friends who might know of someone in need. That evening at dinner I described the family I had found. The father was a repairman but lost his job two weeks before. He hadn’t landed a new job yet. There were three children in the family. The wife gave birth to a new baby, who was the same age as ours. But unluckily, the baby had been taking many tests as doctors tried to determine why she wasn’t developing properly. They had spent almost all their savings on the treatment, with little for daily necessities. They were in great trouble. Of course, they had little hope of having gifts for Christmas.
“Can we give them some of our clothes?” asked our daughter. We all agreed that her idea was good, and so the children ran to their bedrooms and began sorting out the clothes they had outgrown. But my husband and I knew that clothes were not enough.
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On Christmas Eve, my family went for holiday shopping.
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___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Mr Swales was talking about what people do, and wanted to find out what his students wanted to be when they grew up. Mr Swales was about to call on Jodie when the girls in the back row burst out laughing.
Shirley yelled, “Jodie’s daddy is a garbageman! Pee-yoo!” Everybody in the class laughed out loud except Jodie. She felt her face turn bright red. She looked around the whole classroom. Everyone was laughing. Some kids were even holding their noses. Mr Swales was angry. He almost never raised his voice, but now he did.
“Silence! I want everybody quiet this instant.”
The laughter stopped immediately. “You should be ashamed of yourselves,” Mr Swales said. “Being a garbageman, I mean, a sanitation engineer, is a difficult and extremely useful job. We should all be grateful to Mr Harris. Where would we be without him? Up to our ears in garbage, that’s where. How would you like that?”
“Pee-yoo!” somebody said. A few kids started laughing again.
“It’s not funny,” Mr Swales went on. “Garbage is a serious matter. I think you all owe Jodie an apology. And after that, you’re all going to write Jodie’s father, Mr Harris, a nice letter to tell him how much you appreciate what he does for all of us.” Everybody moaned (抱怨). Everyone said sorry to Jodie, but Jodie could tell they didn’t really mean it.
Her face was burning red and she felt like crying.
Mr Swales came to her and said, “Let’s go out in the hall, so we can have a private talk.” Jodie couldn’t hold back any more. She started crying out in the hall. “I’m sorry this happened,” he said. “But remember, hard work done well is something to be proud of. There’s nothing wrong with being a garbageman… a sanitation engineer, absolutely not.”
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Jodie’s father came to walk her home from school as usual, but she didn’t run up to him the way she always did.
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Next day, Jodie went to work with her father.
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Finding a Friend
Two years ago, a dog ran into my yard. When he started to wag his tail and bark, I thought he was nice. But when my hand got close to his forehead, he lashed out and bit me. The next day when I woke up I was lying in the hospital bed with stitches on my right arm from my wrist to my elbow. Even though the dog had to go to the pound, the fear and the scares he gave never left.
You can imagine with my fear of something like this I was an easy target for bullies. I didn’t want to become friends with anyone at my school.
I knew the day would come when the teasing would become too much and I wouldn't be able to take it any longer. On a Friday it happened and I ended up running to my house instead of taking the bus home. I went straight into the woods. I listened to the hush of the trees and admired the beauty of the falling leaves, letting all the frustration go.
Suddenly I heard whimpering (呜咽). I saw the last thing I wanted to see, a dog. From instinct I stood up, legs tense, but the dog didn’t move. Even with my fear of dogs, a part of me wanted to go and comfort the wounded dog. Eventually my heart overpowered my conscience. Carefully I reached out my right hand. My scar started to tingle, remembering the last time I was this close to a dog. Then, before I was ready the dog stretched out his neck, pushing his head into my hand. At that point I knew we needed each other.
The dog happily followed me home. Even after a few days with Scruffy (which is what I chose to name him), the statement “Dogs are man's best friend” was proven true.
One day, I was taking him for a walk when I noticed a sign on a telephone pole. The sign read:
Lost Dog
Medium height, brown eyes, male, scruffy light brown hair. Answers to the name Copper. If seen, please call me at 544-0222, or bring him to my house at 18 Sugar Hill Road, Easton, NH.
Thank you,
Annie Samson
Next to the writing there was a picture of Copper.
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Undoubtedly, that was a picture of the dog sitting right beside me.
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The next day I brought Copper to Easton to find his owner.
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