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参考词汇：共产党人communist
Dear schoolmates,
From 1921 to 2021, the Chinese Communist Party has gone through a century of struggle and is about to celebrate its 100th anniversary.
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Li Hua
After 20 years as a full-time wife and mother, I decided to be a school bus driver for I loved kids. When I think about my years of bus driving, many things crowd in, but mostly, I remember Charlie.
Charlie, eight years old, with blond hair and crystalline gray eyes, began riding my bus in September of my fourth year driving. They all had stories to tell me about their summers. Charlie, though, ignored me. He didn’t even answer when I asked his name.
From that day on, Charlie was a trial. If a fight broke out, I didn’t have to turn my head to know who had started it. If a girl was crying, chances were Charlie had pulled her hair. No matter how I spoke to him, gently or firmly, he wouldn’t say a word. He’d just stare at me with those big gray eyes of his.
I later found out Charlie’s father was dead and he didn’t live with his mother. He deserves my patience, I thought. To my cheery “Good Morning”, he was silent. When I wished him a happy Halloween, he sneered (冷笑). Still I was sure that this child needed to feel some warmth from me. So, when he’d pass by, I’d pat him on the arm or sometimes gave him a hug.
Toward the end of that year, the kids on my bus gave me a small trophy inscribed (刻) “To the Best Bus Driver Ever”. I propped it up on the dashboard (仪表盘). On top I hung a small tin heart that a little girl had given me. In red paint she had written, “I love Polly and Polly loves me.”
The next day, I was delayed a few minutes talking to the principal. When I got on the bus I realized that the tin heart was gone. “Does anyone know what happened to the little heart that was up here?” I asked. For once with 39 children, there was silence.
One boy piped up, “Charlie was the first one on the bus. I bet he took it.” Other children joined the chorus, “Yeah! Charlie did it! Search him!”
I asked Charlie to come forward, stuck my hand into his pocket and immediately I felt it—the small tin heart. Charlie stared at me and seemed to be waiting for what he’d come to expect from the world. I was about to pull out the tin heart when I stopped myself. Let him keep it, a voice seemed to whisper.
“It must have fallen off before I got here,” I said to the kids. “I’ll probably find it back at the depot.” Without a word, Charlie returned to his seat. When he got off at his stop, he didn’t glance at me as usual.
That summer Charlie moved away.
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；
3. 请按如下格式作答。
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A dozen years after my retirement I was in a department store, when someone said, “Polly?”
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That night I thought over his words.
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It was a Friday afternoon in November. After school, while all other students left the classroom and headed towards home, Mike stayed to go over what he had learned that day. About twenty minutes later, he took out his schoolbag, and decided to return home.
He looked out of the window and found it was going to rain soon. The wind was blowing violently, and the dark clouds were gathering. Luckily, Mike brought an umbrella to school that morning. Carrying his schoolbag and the umbrella, Mike walked out of the classroom in a hurry. His home was more than three kilometers away. Being afraid of the heavy rain, Mike quickened his steps. After Mike had just walked for dozens of meters, it began to thunder and rain lightly. Mike put up his umbrella to prevent himself from getting wet. He didn't want to get sick because of the cold rain. All of the passers-by alongside the road quickened their steps, and the air was filled with people's anxiety. When Mike walked for about eight minutes, he saw a black car that was not far away slowly pulling up beside the road. A middle-aged driver stepped out of the car and appeared anxious. He checked one of the car's tyres (轮胎），finding his car couldn't move on unless the tyre was repaired. He then brought out some tools from the back of his car and bent down to fix the tyre. It began to rain heavily. But the man didn't return to his car. Instead, he continued to fix his car. He was alone, without an umbrella over his head. The drops of the rain coldly hit the trees' leaves, the ground, and also the man. The raindrops soon left big marks on his gray coat. Seeing that, Mike somehow felt quite sorry for the man. He couldn't help thinking, “If my father is trapped in such a situation, how upset he'll be! And how strongly he may wish that some kind person could help him!”
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Thinking of that, Mike ran to the man, without hesitation.
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Before long, Mike's shoulder got wet due to the rain.
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My mom impressed a motto upon me when I was growing up: never hold a grudge (怨恨). Unlike most teenagers who go through a period of rebellion (叛逆), I was obedient (顺从) and determined to never hold onto anger or a grudge.
Mom and I never had a screaming match, and even though she had been an overprotective mother, I had plenty of reasons to be upset with her.
One Friday, I brought home a senior ring booklet within my English homework. My heart was set on a small ring with a royal blue stone. It was very popular among my class. “Mom, I know money is tight, but I really want it.”
My mother looked at the ring of my dreams circled with a red marker. It cost 35 dollars. She cut me off. “There is no extra money for a class ring.”
I offered to earn the money by ironing or doing odd jobs for neighbors.
“Don’t you dare to approach neighbors! You’ll put the ring aside, anyway. You don’t need a class ring.”
“But, Mom, I want one. I’ll be the only student in my senior class without one. Please?”
My begging fell on deaf ears. She turned away and went to her bedroom; her mind was made up. Mine was filled with anger, but I tried my best to control it because of the motto: never hold a grudge. I lay on my bed, trying to read a book, but I couldn’t see the words through my tears.
The weekend before the money was due, I attempted one more time to persuade her. I waved my hand and pretended I was showing off my pretty senior ring.
“There is no extra money! I said ‘no’!” she told me.
I felt very angry and almost had a big quarrel with her. Grudges crowded in on me unconsciously.
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One night, my dad arrived home late as usual and with him came the turning point.
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As my mom said, it was indeed a waste of money.
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Lesley bought a computer for the whole family to use a year ago, never thinking that it would lead to her sixteen-year-olds on becoming addicted to playing games.
Glen was playing computer games for increasing amounts of time and gradually he hardly left his seat. Lesley tried to restrict his game time, but this only seemed to fuel his addiction further.
Among his games there was one he especially liked. In it he would design his own world as he wanted it to be.
Although desperate, Lesley never gave upon finding a way to help the teen struggling with this gaming addiction. She decided to take Glen on a trip to his grandfather’s, who owned a big farm. Glen was unwilling to leave his game, but he knew it was not a good idea to go against his parents this time. They reached the airport in the late afternoon. Grandparents drove them up to their farm. They were all packed in the car, with adults chatting and laughing, but Glen felt lonely. Looking out of the window, he was attracted by the amazing scenery. The water was blue and sunlight glittered on its clear surface and the meadow flowed like a sea of green. He couldn’t help thinking of the world he would have designed in his computer game.
After settling down, Glen shut himself in his room. Except dinners, he refused to come out of his room and remained there all day. Sometimes, he stood by the window, staring at the peaceful garden his Grandparents made. However, one night, drops of water from the ceiling, dripping on his face, made him wakeup. Seeing the room was dark, he sensed something terrible. He dashed to the window. Shocked at what he saw, he realized a big rainstorm had just ended. He stood with his nose pressed against the glass, spotting his family struggling to clear the mess in the dim light. Thinking of the efforts his grandparents had made in the garden, their own world, Glen knew what he must do and went out of his room immediately.
注意：
1.所续写短文的词数应为150左右。
2.续写部分分两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
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He came over to them.
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At that moment, he realized there was something more meaningful in life.
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6 . Why make a film about Ned Kelly? More ingenious crime than those committed by the reckless Australian bandit are reported every day. What is there in Ned Kelly to justify dragging the mesmeric Mick Jagger so far into the Australian bush and away from his natural haunts? The answer is that the film makers know we always fall for a bandit, and Jagger is set to do for bold Ned Kelly what Brando once did for the arrogant Emiliano Zapata.
The bandit inhabits a special realm of legend where his deeds are embroidered by others; where his death rather than his life is considered beyond belief; where the men who bring him to“justice” are afflicted with doubts about their role.
The bandits had a role to play as definite as that of the authorities who condemned them. These were men in conflict with authority, and, in the absence of strong law or the idea of loyal opposition, they took to the hills. Even there, however, many of them obeyed certain unwritten rules.
There robbers, who claimed to be something more than mere thieves, had in common, firstly, a sense of loyalty and identity with the peasants they came from. They didn’t steal the peasant’s harvest; they did steal the lord’s.
And certain characteristics seem to apply to “social bandits” whether they were in Sicily or Peru. They were generally young men under the age of marriage, predictably the best age for dissidence. Some were simply the surplus male population who had to look for another source of income; others were runway serfs or ex-soldiers; a minority, though the most interesting, were outstanding men who were unwilling to accept the meek and passive role of peasant.
They usually operated in bands between ten and twenty strong and relied for survival on difficult terrain and bad transport. And bandits proposed best where authority was merely local —over the next hill and they were free. Unlike the general run of peasantry they had a taste for flamboyant dress and gesture; but they usually shared the peasants’ religious beliefs and superstitions.
The first sign of a man caught up in the Robin Hood syndrome was when he started out, forced into outlawry as a victim of injustice; and when he then set out to “right wrongs”, first his own and then other people’s. The classic bandit then “take from the rich and gives to the poor” in conformity with his own sense of social justice; he never kills except in self-defense or justifiable place; his people admire and help to protect him; he dies through the treason of one of them; he behaves as of invisible and invulnerable; he is a “loyalist”, never the enemy of the king but only of the local oppressors.
None of the bandits lived up fully to this image of the “noble robber” and for many the claim of larger motives was often a delusion.
Yet amazingly, many of these violent men did behave at least half the time in accordance with this idealist pattern. Pancho Villa in Mexico and Salvatore Giuliano in Italy began their careers harshly victimized. Many of their charitable acts later became legends.
The bandit in the real world is rooted in peasant society and when its simple agricultural system is left behind so is he. But the tales and legends, the books and films continue to appear for an audience that is neither peasant nor bandit. In some ways the characters and deeds of the great bandits could so readily be the stuff of grand opera — Don Jose on “Carmen” is based on the Andalusian bandit El Empranillo. But they are perhaps more at home in folk songs, in popular tales and the ritual dramas of films. When we sit in the darkness of the cinema to watch the bold deeds of Ned Kelly we are caught up in admiration for their strong individuality, their simple gesture of protest, their passion for justice and their confidence that they cannot be beaten. This sustains us nearly as much as it did the almost hopeless people from whom they sprang.
1. Which of the following words is NOT intended to suggest approval of bandits?| A．Bold (Para. 1). |
| B．Claimed (Para. 4). |
| C．Legend (Para. 2). |
| D．Loyalty (Para. 4). |
| A．They liked theatrical clothes and behavior. |
| B．They wanted to help the poor country folk. |
| C．They were unwilling to accept injustice. |
| D．They had very few careers open to them. |
| A．had received excessive ill-treatment |
| B．were severely punished for their crimes |
| C．took to violence through a sense of injustice |
| D．were misunderstood by their parents and friends |
| A．are sure they are invincible |
| B．possess a theatrical quality |
| C．retain the virtues of a peasant society |
| D．protest against injustice and inequality |
