Jenny was the only child in her family. She had a quarrel with her mother that afternoon and she ran out of the house angrily. She couldn’t help weeping sorrowfully when she thought of the scolding from her mother. Having wandered aimlessly in the street for hours, she felt a little hungry and wished for something to eat. She stood beside a stand for a while, watching the middle-aged seller busy doing his business. However, with no money in hand, she gave a sigh and had to leave. The seller behind the stand noticed the young girl and asked, “Hey, girl, you want to have the noodles?” “Oh, yes, but I don’t have money on me.” she replied.
“That’s nothing. I’ll treat you today,” said the man “Come in.” The seller brought her a bowl of noodles, whose smell was so attractive. As she was eating, Jenny cried silently. “What is it?” asked the man kindly. “Nothing. Actually, I was just touched by your kindness!” said Jenny as she wiped her tears. “Even a stranger on the street will give me a bowl of noodles, while my mother drove me out of the house. She showed no care for me. She is so merciless compared to a stranger!” Hearing the words, the seller smiled, “Girl, do you really think so? I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you thanked me a lot. But it is your mother who has raised you since you were a baby. Can you number the times she cooked for you? Have you expressed your gratitude to her?” Jenny sat there, speechless and numb with shock: she remembered her mother’s familiar face and weathered hands. “Why didn’t I think of that? A bowl of noodles from a stranger made me feel indebted. Why haven’t I thanked my mum for what she has done for me?” On the way home. Jenny made up her mind to make an apology to her mother for her rudeness as soon as she arrived home.
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2. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
Nearing the doorway. Jenny took a deep breath.
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His father said, “All set, boy?” and Jeremy nodded quickly, picking up his gun. Finally, they arrived at the marsh. Normally, Jeremy would ask his father to wait while he tried to record the beautiful place with his camera, but not this morning. This was the morning when 14-year old Jeremy was to have duck shooting.
Actually, he hated duck shooting since his father bought him a gun, taught him to shoot and promised him this trip. But he loved his father, and wanted to make his father pleased.
Jeremy put down the camera, sat down and waited anxiously.
“Better get ready. Sometimes ducks are on top of you before you know it,” his father said. He watched Jeremy break his gun, put in the bullets and close it again. “I’ll let you shoot first,” he said. He stopped suddenly, eyes narrowed. “There is a small group of ducks heading this way now. Keep your head down. I’ll give you the order.”
Jeremy’s heart was beating wildly. He prayed, “Don’t let the ducks come, please.”
But they kept coming. “Four black ducks and one mallard (绿头鸭),” said his father.
High above, Jeremy heard the sound of wings as the ducks went over and began to circle. The mallard was leading; his bright orange feet dropped down, reaching for the water. Closer, closer...
“Get set,” his father whispered.
“Now, shoot!” cried his father in a loud voice.
Jeremy felt his body obey. He stood up, his hands holding the gun the way his father had taught him.
At the same time, the wild ducks saw the gunners and flew. “Shoot!” said something sharply in Jeremy’s brain, but the expected sound didn’t come. Up went the mallard, until it flew away.
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。
His father asked in a controlled voice, “Why didn’t you shoot?”
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His father was handing the camera to him and said softly, “Here comes another duck.”
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Christmas Eve, my husband and our three children gathered in the living room. The presents were wrapped under the tree. Everything was perfect except one thing was missing the star on the top of the Christmas tree.
Lilly and Brandon were born first, and decorating the tree soon became the focus of our Christmas traditions. We would lift one of the kids up high to put the star on top. “The star that shone with promise,” I told the kids. The two kids took turns to do this important job.
Then Finn was born. He was a happy baby, until Matt and I noticed something odd when he was 14 months old. He didn’t interact with us anymore. Then, his autism (自闭症) diagnosis came out. How to be the family Finn needed us to be? In so many situations, I didn’t have an answer.
Finn turned three years old, and I hoped he was ready to take part in adding the final touch to our tree. It would be his first time, a chance to connect with us through this tradition. Matt took the older kids’ hands and stepped back to give us some room. I took the star from its box. “Here, Finn,” I said, putting the star in his little hand. “It’s your turn to put this on the top of the tree!” I went to pick him up. Finn didn’t seem to understand. He threw the star on the floor and twisted in my arms.
“Finn,” I said, “It’s okay, honey.” Still, he fought me. Finally, I put him down. I wanted to try again, but he ran away. “Finn!” I called after him, but he ignored me.
“Give him time,” Matt said. It didn’t feel right to let Lilly or Brandon place the star instead. It was Finn’s turn, and I didn’t want to leave him out. So, the tree remained starless that Christmas. The next Christmas too. And the one after that. waiting for Finn. This Christmas, however, I simply gave up trying and left the star in the box somewhere in the basement.
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。
Matt brought some presents to the living room for the kids besides the starless tree.
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Colin walked through the mall with his head down. He couldn’t bear to look at another window display of great Christmas gifts he couldn’t afford. There were only a few days left until Christmas, and Colin still didn’t t have a present for his parents. He had only managed to save four dollars and seventeen cents. He counted the money in his pocket and sighed heavily.
“You look upset today, Colin. What is the matter?” Colin’s older sister Whitney asked.
Colin explained his problem to his sister.
“Why don’t you make them something?” Whitney suggested.
“Making presents is for babies,” Colin said. “Mom and Dad won’t like baby stuff.”
“Hey, that is not true. When I was your age, I wrote Mom and Dad a poem for Christmas. They loved it so much that they had it framed (给……做框),” Whitney said.
Colin knew that was true. The poem was hanging in the living room right above the fireplace. Mom and Dad often stood at the fireplace and read the poem to him. But Colin wasn’t good at writing poems, so that didn’t really help him.
“It doesn’t have to be a poem,” Whitney said, “It could be anything that makes them think of you whenever they look at it. That’s why homemade gifts are special — because they make you think of the person who made it.”
“But I don’t know how to make anything Mom and Dad would actually want!” Colin said, kicking a tiny stone across the parking lot.
Whitney opened the car door. “Yes, you do! You’re always drawing those funny little comics. Why don’ t you do a family portrait(全家福) as a comic? Mom and Dad would love it.”
”Maybe," Colin said. He thought about the idea the whole way home. He even pictured how he would draw everyone.
注意：1.续写词数应为150左右；
2.请按如下格式在相应位置作答。
Paragraph 1: For the next two days, Colin drew one picture after another.
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Paragraph 2: After all the other presents were opened, Colin handed his gift to his parents.
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A mother cannot force her daughters to become sisters. She cannot make them be friends. But, if she’s very lucky, her daughters find sisterhood for themselves and have one true friend for life. My daughters did not seem likely candidates (有望得到……的人) for sisterly love. They were as different as night and day although they were living under the same roof.
My younger daughter, Laura, was smart, athletic and good at almost everything she tried. But for her, friendships were challenging. When she entered elementary school at the age of seven, she struggled to survive. Catherine, on the other hand, quite fitted in at elementary school. As a bright, popular and beautiful fifth grader, she was admired by many kids in the school. And she was usually surrounded by a group of lovely fifth-grade girls.
One busy morning, while getting ready for school, both girls began begging for a new hairstyle. Unwillingly, I gathered a comb (梳子) and quickly created new looks. I made Laura a special type of hairstyle. I combed Catherine’s shiny black hair into another style. They looked at their new hairstyle in front of the mirror and were pleased with what I had done.
Then I started my car, deciding to drive them to school. They studied in the same elementary school. Both kids were happy, especially Laura, who quickly climbed into the car, swinging her braid (发辫) proudly. But at school, one girl pointed at her and whispered to the other girls. Then the girl walked up to Laura and asked unkindly, “What’s with the ugly braid?”
Laura was shocked by the cold words and terribly sad. She did not quarrel with the girl. Instead she left silently and went to the bathroom, where she sat and couldn’t help crying. After staying for a while there, she washed her face using cold water to help herself calm down. Then she bravely walked to her classroom still with that braid I had made her. That afternoon, I drove to pick Laura and Catherine up from school.
注意：1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式作答。
After school, Laura and Catherine got into the car.
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Before the school, I found Laura gladly surrounded by many girls.
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不同的经历给人不一样的感受，也让人有不同的收获。
请以“一次________的经历” 为主题 (空格处可以填写一个形容词，如难忘的、尴尬的、愉快的，等等)，描述你生活中的一件事情，并谈谈你的感受。
1. 建议选择两到三个方面的细节来支撑文章主旨;
2. 细节的选择需要包括感官细节和人物对话。
3. (文中不得出现考生姓名，学校等真实信息)
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