1 . His father said, “All set, boy?” and Jeremy nodded, picking up his gun with awkward gloved hands. His father pushed open the door and they went out into the freezing dawn together. Ordinarily Jeremy would take out his camera to record the scenery, but not this morning. This was the morning, particularly sacred, when 14-year-old Jeremy would go duck hunting for the first time.
However, he hated it, and had hated the whole idea since his father bought him a gun. But he was determined to go through with it. He loved his father, and wanted his approval more than anything in the world.
They came to a narrow and hidden place facing the bay. Jeremy sat down nervously and waited. To reduce fear, he took a picture of his father against the clean water. Then he put the camera hurriedly on the grass and picked up his gun.
Jeremy got his gun ready. “I'll let you shoot first,” his father said, loading his own gun. “You know, I've been waiting for a long time for this day. Just the two of us..."He broke off, bending forward, eyes narrowed. “There's a small flight heading this way now. Keep your head down. I'll give you the word.”
The sun came out. Jeremy could see everything clearly: his father's face, tense and eager; the white frost on the gun. His heart was beating wildly. He prayed, “Don't let them come, please!”
But they kept coming. "Four black,” his father said. “One mallard.” High above, Jeremy heard the pulsing whistle of wings as the flight began to circle. The mallard was leading, his feet dropping down, reaching for the silver-colored water. Closer, closer... “Get set,” his father whispered.
“Now!” cried Jeremy's father. “Take them!”
Jeremy felt his body obey. He stood up, holding the gun. In the same instant, the wild ducks saw the gunners and flew. “Shoot!” said something sharply in Jeremy's brain. But up went the mallard higher still, until suddenly he caught the full force of the wind and flew away, out of range.
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1.所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2.续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
Paragraph 1: His father asked in a controlled voice, “Why didn't you shoot?”
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Paragraph 2: To Jeremy's surprise, his father was handing the camera to him.
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One weekend in July, Jane and her husband, Tom, had driven three hours to camp overnight by a lake in the forest. Unfortunately, on the way an unpleasant subject came up and they started to quarrel. By the time they reached the lake, Jane was so angry that she said to Tom, “I'm going to find a better spot for us to camp” and walked away.
With no path to follow, Jane just walked on for quite a long time. After she had climbed to a high place, she turned around, hoping to see the lake. To her surprise, she saw nothing but forest and, far beyond, a snowcapped mountain top. She suddenly realized that she was lost.
“Tom!” she cried. “Help!”
No reply. If only she had not left her mobile phone in that bag with Tom. Jane kept moving, but the farther she walked, the more confused she became. As night was beginning to fall, Jane was so tired that she had to stop for the night. Lying awake in the dark, Jane wanted very much to be with Tom and her family. She wanted to hold him and tell him how much she loved him.
Jane rose at the break of day, hungry and thirsty. She could hear water trickling (滴落) somewhere at a distance. Quickly she followed the sound to a stream. To her great joy, she also saw some berry bushes. She drank and ate a few berries. Never in her life had she tasted anything better.
Feeling stronger now, Jane began to walk along the stream and hope it would lead her to' the lake.As she picked her way carefully along the stream, Jane heard a helicopter. Is that for me? Unfortunately,the trees made it impossible for people to see her from above. A few minutes later, another helicopter flew overhead. Jane took off her yellow blouse, thinking that she should go to an open area and flag them if they came back again.
注意：1)所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2)续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
3)请在答题卡的相应位置作答；
4)字体端正，格式规范，卷面整洁。
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But no more helicopter came and it was getting dark again.
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It was daybreak when Jane woke up.
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My parents were deaf, so I grew up living in two worlds, our private world and the “hearing” world outside. Unlike my mother, my father was deaf because of the fever when he was at school age. Even so, Daddy Ben was undefeated. He transformed pain into humor. “It is better to laugh at life,” he'd say. “It makes easier a hard time.” I began to understand what he meant one evening when my mother signaled to me to phone a message to my father at the shop where he worked. I went to a pay phone nearby and dialed the number.
“I have a message for a man called Ben. He is my father,” I told the man who answered.
“I don't know any Ben here.” The man was impatient.
“He's deaf” I explained.
“Oh, you mean the Dummy. Why didn't you say that before?”
I don't remember the rest of that conversation. All I remember is the word dummy. I had heard my parents described as deaf-and-dumb all through my childhood. I always took pains to explain that although they were deaf, they were not dumb.
“Why do you let your boss call you Dummy?” I asked my father the next day.
He shrugged. “It is easier for them. They remember me.”
I was angry. “You are not a dummy. You are a smart man. Tell them your name is Benjamin.”
He smiled. “It is all right. I know I am not dummy. I listen with my eyes and that is enough.” Locked in stillness, he was pleased with himself. But I was not.
Dummy, I wrote the hateful word many times in my notebook, tore out the page and crumpled it into a ball. My father saw my anger. “Don't worry,” he said in a harsh voice. “I will improve my speaking every day. I will learn new words, and you, Ruth, are my teacher. You are my dictionary. And don't waste your sweet voice. Ask your teachers if you have questions.” I hugged him.
注意：
1.所续写短文的词数应为150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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From that moment on, I was determined that no one would call my father by that name again..
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My job of teaching my father also paid me back generously.
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At dinner, Holly was talking about her father's huge car. It used too much petrol. It made too much noise. And it caused too much pollution.
“You have to change it, Dad,” Holly said. “It's destroying the environment.” “Actually, I'm thinking of working from home, so I won't need the car.” “That's great!”
Her father looked quickly at his wife, then decided to continue, “But I'm going to build a new office at the end of the garden.”
“At the end of the garden? There is the old oak tree...” Holly didn't finish the sentence. Her face turned white with anger.
Holly's mother said, “That tree is very old, Holly. And your father can have his hew office there. It's perfect.”
Holly was so upset. She couldn't believe this was happening. What could she do? They were going to cut down her tree!
She walked out into the garden. The sun was sinking now and the old oak tree was huge and dark against the sky. She climbed up the rope ladder and disappeared among the leaves and branches.
Now she was inside her old tree house. It was her favourite place in the world, her secret place. There were holes in its roof and there were old birds' nests in the comers. But there was a little chair, some broken toys and some blankets. She sat down and looked out at the garden and the sky. She could see the moon and stars. She could hear a bird singing. She could see the lights inside her house.
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1.词数150左右；
2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Three hours later, her parents walked up to the tree.
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Holly had a plan when her parents came the next morning.
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I was 8 years old. I had little need of luggage. But something about that old leather suitcase appealed to my imagination. In fact, I found it in my grandmother's attic. Grams didn't object, and so the suitcase came to live beneath my bed. I didn't use the old suitcase before that day.
It was a cloudy fall morning in our North Carolina town, and a fine mist wet the fallen leaves. I was angry. My mother had slighted me somehow, though now I have no idea what stirred up my anger. I was upset, and I wanted to make her pay. I wanted to give her a taste of what life would be like without me.
I would run away.
“Goodbye, Mom.”
I stood outside the kitchen door, suitcase grabbed firmly in hand. I wore my red overcoat and gray ski cap, looking the part. “Goodbye, Mom,” I repeated twice more to make sure she'd heard.
At last, Mom appeared, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She looked at me quickly. I lifted the suitcase a little just to make sure she didn't miss it.
“I'm leaving,” I said.
I'd rehearsed for the expected reaction. The plan was to let her feel guilty and beg for a minute or two and then I would give in after I was sure of her regret.
“Did you pack a lunch?”
Mom's question knocked me off balance. Where were the tears? The begging? "I'm leaving," I said. "I'm running away. For... ever." I repeated, sure it would change her mind. Instead, she smiled.
“Well, would you like me to fix you something? A sandwich? A bag of chips? I just made chocolate chip cookies.”
“I'm really going," I said. “I can see that.”
“Maybe a cookie.” And then, “All right, I'm off” The misty rain lent drama to my journey.
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。
As I stepped onto the front walk(步道), fresh—baked chocolate chip cookie was put in my coat pocket.
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I bite the cookie and thought that my mother deserved one last chance to stop me, so a moment later, I was back in the doorway of my home.
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Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They don't act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion, “I love you” is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentine's Day is even more out of the question. Finally, my father has a bad temper. When he's very tired from the hard work, it is easy for him to lose his temper.
One day my mother was sewing a quilt. I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.
“Mom, I have a question to ask you,”I said after a while.
“What？” she replied, still doing her work.
“Is there love between you and dad？” I asked her in a very low voice.
My mother stopped her work and raised her head with surprise in her eyes. She did not answer immediately. Then she bowed her head and continued to sew the quilt.
I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was in a great embarrassment and I did not know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words.
“Susan,” she said thoughtfully, “Look at these thread. Sometimes it appears but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes them quite strong and durable （持久的）。If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it's really there. Love is inside.
注意：1.续写词数应为150左右;
2.开头已给出。
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I listened carefully but I couldn't understand her until the next spring when my father suddenly got sick seriously.
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The doctor had said my father would recover in two months.
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I couldn’t stop thinking about watermelons. I’d saved all y money to buy one. One giant, juicy wonderful watermelon all for me. I was going to eat it all up, for the seeds.
At the store I searched carefully, looking for the biggest, juiciest, and most wonderful one I could find. There it was. I picked up my dream watermelon and put it on the floor. I rolled my treasure to the checkout line and waited for the cashier to weigh. Fifteen pounds!
After paying,I rolled it out the door , then along the sidewalk, three blocks to my house. Sweat fell in drops from my forehead onto the watermelon. in drops from my forehead onto the watermelon.
＂Lucy! What are you doing with that watermelon?" Mom asked in surprise.
“I saved up my money and bought it at the grocery store. I’m going to eating it all by myself.”
Mom frowned,and warned, “You'll get sick.”
＂Please,” I begged. “I've been saving all my money for it.”
Mom thought for a while, and then smiled meaningfully as if she knew something.She asked me to roll my giant,juicy,wonderful watermelon out the back door to our picnic table in the yard. She brought out a knife and some paper plates. My sister followed her.“Oh,watermelon,"she exclaimed with joy. “I want some.”
“Sorry,”I told her. “I'm going to eat it all by myself.”“Mom!” she cried,deep disappointment in her eyes.
“Your sister saved her money and bought it herself. She decides what to do with it.”
My brother came out next.“Watermelon! Can I have some?” he asked eagerly.“No way,"I refused him without hesitation. “I'm going to eat it all by myself.” “Mom!” my brother protested loudly.
“It's your sister's watermelon. She decides.”
“You can't eat that all by yourself," he challenged.
“Yes,I can!”I declared firmly.
My father came out. “Oh,watermelon!” he said, seeing it.
＂Don't even ask,”said my brother.
“She won't share,” my sister added.
Mom cut the watermelon into eight pieces in total.I reached for my first piece and took a bite.Red juice ran down my chin(下巴）.
注意：
2.请在答题卡的相应位置作答。
1.续写词数应为150左右；
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The four of them stood together around he picnic table,Watching me.
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Suddenly felt I was greedy as I was the only one having fun.
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Wonderful Christmas Gift
Ann and her mother had lived in a small unattractive cottage as long as Ann could remember.
Christmas was so close, and so was her birthday. Ann wished she could get a new dress as a Christmas gift. All her friends would be getting new dresses. But Ann did not want to ask her Mom for a new dress. She knew how hard her mom worked to make both ends meet. Maybe she could make a wish — maybe Santa Claus would come. Ann couldn’t help dreaming about the new dress even though she knew that Santa Claus was just an imaginary character. Her classmates were talking only of Christmas celebrations which were nearing. “My rich aunt is surely going to give me a pretty branded doll again,” said Ria. “I have been hinting about that costly watch to my parents. They are bound to gift that to me”, told Tessi. Ann felt left out in those conversations. She neither had rich parents nor rich aunt or uncle to give her expensive gifts. It was not just gift that worried Ann. It was her mother. Nowadays she was working overtime and looked pale and worn out.
The days passed and soon it was Christmas Eve. In everyone’s, except Ann’s house, a Christmas tree decorated the living room. Every child went to bed eagerly waiting for the lovely gifts that he or she would receive the next day. Ann went to bed with a heavy heart. She knew that there would be no gifts for her. Ann wished with her whole heart that at least this time she would get a gift from Santa Claus. Ann slowly drifted off to sleep. She dreamt of Santa riding in the snow on his reindeers (驯鹿).
注意：1.续写词数应为150词左右；
2.续写部分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
Ring ... Ring ... Ann jumped, hearing alarm.
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Suddenly a small piece of paper fell out from the inner layer of the new dress in the gift packet.
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Everything about moving day was a puzzle. I didn't know anything about our new building on a new street. Our old life was broken into pieces and packed up in piled boxes. I wondered if it would ever fit back together again.
Mom introduced me to our new neighbours, the Chens. Mrs Chen worked with Mom at the job she'd just started. Mr Chen was a famous craftsman(匠人) from China.
Mom said it was a fresh start, but it felt broken to me. I just wanted things to go back to how they had been before.
After the first day at my new school, I walked home alone. Mom had told me she had to work. I was still hoping she'd meet me after the bell. I had to open the door myself with the new key. I felt a bit hungry and went straight into the kitchen, ripping tape from the packed boxes while I searched for a clean plate. My fingers slipped, and something went crashing to the ground.
“Benjamin” cried Mom from the doorway. I didn't hear her come in. “What just broke?” she asked, kneeling to pick up the pieces. In her hands, I recognized the shattered pieces. It was Grandma's bowl. “I can't believe you broke this,” she said.
“Well, I can't believe we have to live here now! I can't believe I have to switch schools, and I can't believe you didn't even meet me after my first day” I ran into my room, slamming the door behind me.
The broom swept across the kitchen floor. Then the click of Mom's bedroom door closed behind her. I sneaked out into the kitchen and found the fragments in the dustbin. There were so many pieces in here, but maybe I could put them back together. Turning the pieces, I tried to match them,but this bowl would never look the same again.
“I'm sorry I yelled,” said Mom, as she opened her door. “Please just throw out the pieces. We can't make a fresh start with broken things.”
As I wandered down the hall, Mr Chen was emptying his garbage.
注意：
1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 续写部分分为两段,每段的开头语已为你写好。
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“Are you sure you want to throw that out?” he asked.
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I brought the repaired bowl into her room.
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Carter enjoyed riding the school bus home. The ride home gave him some time to relax after a busy day of fifth grade. He usually sat alone and enjoyed that too. With four siblings (兄妹) he didn't get much time alone. Sometimes he sat with his younger brother, Jackson, but Jackson was sick at home today.
The bus stopped and the tallest boy in his class, Dexter, stepped off followed by his younger brother, Billy. As the bus pulled away, Carter looked back over his shoulder to watch the boys. Dexter was yelling and waving his hands at his little brother. Billy said something Carter could not hear. Dexter yelled, gave his younger brother a hard shove and knocked him to the ground. Billy was on the ground wiping at his eyes, but Dexter walked away.
Carter turned in his seat, feeling disgusted. He hated seeing little kids get picked on (欺负).The sight of Billy on the ground crying was burned into his memory. He tried to think of something else.
He thought of the model car he was working on at home, a 1967 Corvette. He started building it over a week ago and just finished putting it together last night. Tonight, as soon as he finished his homework, he could start painting the car. That was his favorite part. He already had the perfect color of blue picked out.
He hurried off the bus, ran through his yard, and breezed through the kitchen with a quick hello to his mom. She was making spaghetti, which smelled delicious. He ran up the stairs two at a time and rushed into his room.
“Surprise!” his brother Jackson said, throwing his arms into the air. "What are you doing in my room? I thought you were sick!”
“I feel better!”
"What's on your face? Are you bleeding?"
"No! I'm not bleeding." Jackson wiped at his face, probably just paint. Look! Look what I did!” He pointed at the desk in the comer of Carter's room.
注意：1.所续写短文的词数应为150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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Carter looked down at his desk in horror
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Carter took a deep breath and then unfolded his fist.
