1. 表示欢迎；
2. 介绍郑和（包括航海经历、贡献等）；
3. 表达祝愿。
注意：1. 词数80左右；
2. 可适当增加细节，以使行文连贯。
Distinguished guests,
I am Li Hua.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________2 . I haven't seen my father for five year. As a devoted archaeologist（考古学家）,he has been working in Greece, sparing no time for family reunion. Right before my summer vacation, he invited me to visit him and spend some time together. That's why I am here, at Athens airport. But he isn't here to meet me and I don't know why.
I take out the last email he sent me. "I am so pleased you are coming here at last. I'll be at the airport to meet you at 14：20." But now it is 15：30. I don't want to spend my holiday hanging around Athens airport with a lot of strangers. What I want is my dad and just like every other time in my life when I have wanted him, he is not here and I feel really angry and fed up.
When I was ten and I wanted him, I used to tell myself stories. But I am not ten any more and I am not in the mood for stories. I am going to find my father and I am going to tell him that when his only son comes to visit after five years, he needs a very good excuse when he doesn't turn up. A very, very good excuse.
Then I act. I go to the information desk where a pretty, dark-haired girl smiles at me and says that she is sorry that my father is not there. She then says quite sharply over the loudspeaker: "Alexander Wyatt must come immediately to Information where his son Jake is waiting." And when he does not come, she looks worried and asks if I am OK. I tell her that I'm fine. I change some money and get the metro to the hotel my father booked.
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。
The receptionist gives me the key to our room.
I call the tourist police and tell them my story.
1. 你看到这则新闻时的感受；
2. 文物古迹保护的建议；
3. 号召保护文物古迹。
注意：
1. 写作词数应为80左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Sally had anxiety disorder trouble that made her fail to speak in social situations. I’m a nurse and use Bella to help children in my community, to bring them comfort and confidence the way only a dog can. I thought back to the day when I’d first brought Bella to the school.
That morning in January, her teacher led us to a room. “Sally hasn’t spoken outside her home in two years,” she told me. “Her parents have taken her to doctors, but nothing has worked.” A little girl stood shyly just inside the doorway. Her eyes brightened when she noticed my dog.
“This is Bella,” I said. “She does tricks. Would you like to see?”
Sally nodded. I motioned with my hand. Bella lay down and then rolled over. Sally’s eyes lit up. I showed Sally the hand signals for various commands. She was a natural for Bella, maybe because she couldn’t rely on the spoken word herself. Bella sensed that and responded. Soon Sally was able to put Bella through her paces all on her own. I could see her standing taller, more sure of herself each time we met.
One morning in March when she was working with Bella, I heard a tiny voice, barely a whisper, “Good dog.” Sally didn’t take her eyes off Bella, but I wanted to jump for joy. Sally spoke a little more each week, only to Bella at first, but then to me. Later, she started giving voice commands with her hand signals and her confidence rose.
Now, five-year-old Sally stood nervously in front of her kindergarten class, with Bella, my trained dog, sitting calmly by her side. All the eyes of her classmates were focused on Sally. They were waiting for her to speak. It was June-only one week of school left-but they had never heard her voice. Not once.
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But not a word came out. Sally had been so excited about putting on a dog show for her class.
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The next week, she told me she wanted to try again, looking up at me with determination.
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It should have been a perfect summer. My father bought me a new bicycle though I couldn’t ride very well. He set a basketball hoop for me in the backyard, and best of all built a tree house beside it. But it wasn’t, because Jeremy Ross moved into the neighborhood.
He laughed at me when he struck me out of the baseball game, and he had a party on his trampoline(蹦蹦床) while I wasn’t invited. Jeremy Ross became my enemy. I didn’t like him at all. Dad understood stuff like enemies. He told me he had enemies too when he was my age and that he knew a good way to get rid of them. “I’ll show you.” he said.
He began to make Enemy Pie in the kitchen which he said was the fastest known way to get rid of enemies. Excitedly, I got my mind working: Dad might put disgusting things like weeds, earthworms and rocks from the backyard into the pie, but none of those. Instead, I smelled something really, really good from our kitchen. Confused, I went to ask my dad. “If the pie smelled bad, your enemy would never eat it.” he said. I was catching on.
Still, I wasn’t quite sure how this enemy pie worked. What exactly did it do to enemies? Maybe it made their hair fall out, or made their breath smelly?
“Everything is ready except that there’s one part left for Enemy Pie to work. You need to invite your enemy over. Even worse, you have to be nice and make friends with him. I know it’s not easy, but that’s the only way Enemy Pie can work.” Dad told me.
It sounded horrible, but it was worth a try. All I had to do was spend time with Jeremy Ross and then he’d be out of my hair for the rest of my life.
I knocked on Jeremy’s door. Jeremy seemed surprised when he opened the door, waiting for me to say something. “Um, can you come to my house and play with me?” I asked nervously.
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。
Jeremy nodded and came playing with me in my backyard.
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Later that day Dad got us to have the pie in the kitchen.
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The Little Girl Who Dared To Wish
As Amy Hagadorn rounded the corner across the hall from her classroom, she knocked into a tall boy from the fifth grade running in the opposite direction.
"Watch it , squirt(矮子)." The boy yelled as he passed by the little third-grader. Then, with a bad smile on his face, the boy took hold of his right leg and copied the way Amy limped(跛行)when she walked.
Amy closed her eyes. Ignore him, she told herself as she headed for her classroom.
But at the end of the day, Amy was still thinking about the tall boy's mean teasing. It wasn't as if he were the only one. It seemed that ever since Amy started the third grade, someone teased her every single day. Kids teased her about her speech or her limping. Amy was tired of it.
Back home at the dinner table that evening, Amy was quiet. Her mother knew that things were not going well at school. That's why Patti Hagadorn was happy to have some exciting news to share with her daughter.
"There's a Christmas wish contest on the radio station," Amy's mom announced. "Write a letter to Santa, and you might win a prize."
Amy giggled. The contest sounded like fun. She started thinking about what she wanted most for Christmas.
A smile took hold of Amy when the idea first came to her. Out came pencil and paper, and Amy went to work on her letter.
Dear Santa Claus,
My name is Amy. I am nine years old. I have a problem at school. Can you help me Santa? Kids laugh at me because of the way I walk and run and talk. I have a serious disease. I just want one day where no one laughs at me or makes fun of me.Love, Amy.
注意：
1. 所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
When Amy's letter arrived at the radio station, manager Lee Tobin read it carefully.
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Suddenly the postman in the community was a regular at the Hagadorn house.
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"Why did you do this without asking for my permission first? Don't you know it's a total waste of time and it will have a bad influence on your study?" That's what my mother yelled at the ten-year-old me when she found out that I had signed up for an English story-telling competition.
I bowed my head; yes, she was right. By then I was entering Grade Six, faced with the biggest challenge yet to come — the examination to enter my dream junior high school. For that. I had given up my beloved piano lesson, my favourite cartoon program and even the joyful weekend family reunion with my cousins. I wouldn't be surprised at all if my very strict-university-teacher mother got angry at me when I chose to do anything that had little to do with study at that important moment. In her opinion, if I hadn't spent all my time on my study I would have difficulty in entering my dream junior high school.
But that's not all to it. When I was ten, I was nervous, shy, tongue-tied when facing strangers, and essentially a bookworm. These signs looked fatal (致命的) to my mother, and possibly to you, too; she thought that I could be anything but a good public speaker.
Well, I myself actually said no to my English teacher at first, because I had never done anything like that before and I was afraid. But he told me that — since I liked reading so much, why not try to tell a story I love to everyone? He also promised me that the judges were not frightening at all; just think of them as carrots and cabbages in a vegetable garden.
The ten-year-old me was persuaded by my teacher's words.
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Apparently surprised by my determination, my mother looked as if she was close to another explosion-but she only sighed and agreed.
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I grew up in a small town where elementary school was a ten-minute walk from my house and in an age, not so long ago, when we children could go home for lunch and find our mothers waiting.
Our lunchtime when I was in the third grade will stay with me always. I had been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had painstakingly practiced my lines（台词）with me. But no matter how easily I delivered them at home, as soon as I stepped on stage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained patiently that she needed a narrator (叙述者，旁白员) and had written a narrator’s part to the play, and asked me to play the role of the narrator. Her words, kindly delivered, still hurt me especially when I saw my part go to another girl.
I didn’t tell mother what had happened when I went home for lunch that day. But she sensed my upset, 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 the rose vine（ 藤 ）was turning green. Under the huge trees, we could see yellow dandelions（ 蒲 公 英 ） appearing unexpectedly through the grass in bunches (簇，串）, as if a painter had touched our landscape with small amounts of gold. I watched my mother casually bend down by one of the bushes. “I think I’m going to dig up all these weeds,” she said, pulling a blossom up by all its roots. “From now on, we’ll only have roses in this garden.” I immediately argued, “But I like dandelions. All flowers are beautiful — even dandelions.”
注意：
1. 续写词数应为 150 左右：
2. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已经为你写好。
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“Do you mean that every flower has its own beauty?”asked my mother thoughtfully.
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Having learned what had happened, Mom patted me on the back gently and said,“But you will be a beautiful narrator.”
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Jenny lived in a small village. When she was a child, what she liked to do most was watch the blue sky and enjoy birds flying freely in the sky. She always imagined that some day she could also fly in the sky like a bird.
When Jane was in the fourth grade, one day, her teacher asked them to write a report on what they wanted to be when they grew up. She poured her heart into her report and wrote that she dreamed to become an airline pilot in the future. She thought that she did a great job because she expressed her real idea successfully. However, to her surprise, her paper came back with an “F” on it. The teacher told her it was nothing but a “fairy tale”, which could never become true. Jenny felt completely disappointed and sad. In her heart, she didn't want to accept that a girl couldn't become a pilot. But as the years went by, Jenny was beaten down by the discouragement again and again from people around her. “Girls can't become airline pilots; never have, never will. You're crazy.” Finally, Jenny gave up her dream.
However, when Jenny studied in her senior year of high school, she met an English teacher called Marsha, who was a strict teacher with high standards but very kind. She often inspired her students to do something meaningful in the future. One day, Mrs. Marsha asked all the students to think about the question: “What will you do in the future?” At that time, Jenny hesitated for a while. She was worried that she would be laughed at again. But soon she felt a rush of the old enthusiasm, and with excitement she wrote down the very old dream of becoming a pilot right 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。
The next day, Marsha came into the classroom with a bright smile on her face.
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_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________About ten years ago, my wife and I took a trip to the Grand Canyon in Arizona. I didn't like to carry all my keys in my pocket during a hike, so I took away the key to the car and left the rest in the car. When we came back, I put the key somewhere in the car without reattaching(把……重新连上) it to the keyring. Then we made a fire, cooked some food, and went to sleep in the back of the SUV.
The next morning, we were cleaning up our campsite when I saw a bird inside my car. I walked over, and it flew away. When we got in the car to go home, I couldn't find the key. We searched and searched, even emptying out the car completely, but it was gone.
Then it hit me that the bird must have taken it. After all, those birds are known for stealing shiny things and decorating their nests with them. Keys are shiny. The bird was the thief! It made perfect sense to me. So I decided to find its nest.
But there was a problem: As everyone knows, the Grand Canyon is a little large in area, so I didn't have confidence in actually finding a certain nest belonging to a certain bird in a certain tree in all that space. But what other choices did I have?
My wife was not encouraging me. She said, “Are you crazy? You'll never find it! The Grand Canyon is one of the biggest holes on Earth!” I didn't answer and walked steadily forward until her laughter died away.
I struggled to keep hope as I searched dozens of trees and tracked every singing bird. It was like searching a needle in the sea. But, oh, how great my victory would be when I held the missing key from the bird's nest!
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After two hours of search, I finally gave up and returned to the car.
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The next day, we stopped at a service centre for lunch.
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