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Every previous year on Thanksgiving Day I’d woken up early, filled with excitement, unable to wait for the turkey, pumpkin pie with pecans, and my grandma’s famous cheesecake. But I would never forget the lesson that my mother taught me when I was 14 years old. That Thanksgiving, I couldn’t find the magic anymore. For some reason the holiday seemed fake (假的). I suddenly felt like Thanksgiving was a big lie. I saw no reason to celebrate.
As my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma started to arrive carrying plates of food, baskets of bread, and pitchers of egg nog, I grew more and more angry and frustrated. None of them were really thankful, I realized. The whole thing was a lie!
When my mom called for everyone to take their seats for dinner, I left. I ran into the guest room where no one would look, crying. I was defiant (反抗的) because I wanted to be an honest person but 1 was realizing that Thanksgiving was fake. It didn’t feel right to join in the tradition---say something beautiful one by one around the table.
My mom, worried that 1 was absent from the table, came to see what was wrong, “No one is really thankful!” I sobbed, “They just pretend for one day because that’s what you’re supposed to do!"
My mom sat down next to me and listened wisely. Then she nodded. “You’re right,” she told me, “it’s fake until you find the truth for yourself.” She said Thanksgiving was a time to reflect because we don’t always get a chance to see loved ones and eat a good meal. Then she left. I didn’t listen to her. I was convinced that I could never find joy celebrating again.
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But I was also starving and I had to eat something.
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__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________When most people look back on middle school, they remember their best friends, and so do I. But what I remember may be a little different. Let me explain.
My heart was pounding when I climbed onto the school bus on the first day of middle school. As I was looking for a seat, my eyes landed on two girls sitting together. They smiled at me and pointed to the seat next to theirs.
I sat down and we chatted. They were Heather and Jessica. It turned out that we had the first period together and we became friends. We ate lunch together, hung out in the park and played games in Jessica's room on weekends. But our friendship wasn't without its faults. Jessica had an "I'm-the-boss" personality. She always had to be in charge.
One time, the three of us went to the mall. I wanted to go to Abercrombie. But Jessica rolled her eyes and told me to go to Rave. Not wanting to argue, I followed her.
This skirt would look great on you. "Jessica exclaimed. "Try it on!"
"I don't like it," I said.
Jessica gave me a death glare so I made my way to the dressing room.
I ended up spending fifty dollars on a skirt that I didn't even like, just to make Jessica happy. Throughout the following year, this was how it was. If Jessica went somewhere, Heather and I went there too. I found I was behaving as a pretended version of myself just to please Jessica and to keep her from being mad at me.
Then, summer came. Jessica invited Heather and me to go to Cape Cod with her. I decided to go to Florida with another friend instead, so Jessica got angry. I went to Florida and didn't hear from her.
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2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
One day, my phone rang and the caller ID showed "Jessica".
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Three days later, I received a text message from Jessica, reading "Can we have a talk?"
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Dear Beth,
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Yours,
Li Hua
Once upon a time, two brothers, who lived on adjoining（毗邻的）farms, fell into conflict. It was the first serious fight in 10 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labour and goods as needed without a hitch.
Then the long cooperation fell apart. 11 began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.
Very early one morning there was a knock on the older brother's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. " I'm looking for a few days' work,“ he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?"
"Well as it happens there is." said the older brother.
“1 do have a job for you. Look across the stream at that farm. That’s my neighbour. In fact, it's my younger brother. Once there was a meadow（草地）between us and last week he took his bulldozer（推土机）and plowed a stream between us. Well, he may have done this to hurt me, but I'll go one better than that. See that pile of wood by the barn? I want you to build me a fence. a 2-metre-high fence, so I won't need to see him or his place anymore. "
The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you.
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The older brother helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.
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The neighbour, his younger brother, was coming across the bridge merrily with his hand outstretching to the older brother.
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Far up in the mountains of Canada, there is an old abandoned wooden house. Once it was occupied by a young couple who wanted to distance themselves from the troublesome affairs of this modern world. Here they were miles away from the nearest town. Bob, the husband, made the occasional trip into town to buy supplies whereas Jan, his wife, spent her free time by the fire, sewing. Their life was simply peaceful. Then, one midwinter’s day, Jan woke up from bed with a strange ache in her bones. Putting it down to overwork, Bob asked her to bed and made sure she rested. Though Jan was impatient to get to her chores (杂活), Bob comforted her, “Relax, Sugar. You’re overdoing things. All these chores will be here when you recover.”
However, Jan seemed to be getting worse instead of recovering. By evening, she was running a high fever and in greater pain. In spite of his best efforts, Bob could not manage to ease her suffering. And then suddenly, she started to get into unconsciousness. It was then obvious that she was seriously ill. What could Bob do? He had no experience in treating the sick and Jan was getting worse by the minute. He knew that there was an old doctor in town but he lived three miles away, downhill. Heavy and fat, there was no way the doctor could make it up to their house.
Something had to be done quickly! Bob racked his brains but had no idea at all. The only thing left to do was to go to the doctor. In Jan’s condition, she could never walk that far in the waist-deep snow. Bob would have to carry her!
Bob searched his mind for a way to move poor, sick Jan. Then, he remembered. He had once made a sledge (雪橇) so that they could ride together over the mountain. They never got around to using it though, because the whole mountain was thickly covered with rocks and trees. He had never found a safe way down.
However, he decided to have a try in spite of those risks.
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At last, the town came into view but the sledge gave strange sounds.
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It was a Saturday in June, 1988. Out of a 16-year-old's early summer boredom, I had set up a tent in our rural yard and intended to sleep in it, but I stayed in the house to finish watching the Lakers' play-off game. It was almost midnight and Dad had been asleep upstairs for hours when someone knocked at the front door. It never occurred to me not to answer it.
To my surprise, it was a girl about my age with a bloody cut on her forehead. “Hi. I'm Maria. What's wrong with you?” I asked her with concern. Awkward and embarrassed, she replied: “I'm Jane. I...”she hesitated and then asked me carefully, “May I stay here for the night? I'll be off tomorrow morning.” Seeing her uneasiness, I comforted her, “Take it easy, Jane. Stay with me tonight.” I invited her into the house.
Looking around, Jane appeared to have calmed down. “Let me treat your injury first,” I said and she agreed.
I cleansed and bandaged (包扎) her injured forehead and then gave her some bread and bacon to eat. “Want to sleep in my tent?” I asked her and she nodded. Having left her in the bathroom, I went to look for another sleeping bag. When I returned, Jane was seated on the sofa, her face clouded by sadness.
Walking across the dark yard, I accompanied Jane into the tent. We lay down side by side. Seized by curiosity and concern, I constantly turned over, wondering what had happened to her and how she came here. Jane seemed to have sensed that and started to speak.
Jane's father died of cancer years before. Her mother did odd cleaning jobs to raise her. Money was tight but her mother tried to do what she could to satisfy Jane. Several weeks before, Jane accidentally saw fancy white dress in the store window, which she fell in love with at first sight. She excitedly told her mother about that, who promised to buy it as her birthday gift. From then on, Jane was looking forward to it.
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Jane's 16th birthday came but her mother didn't get home until the evening.
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Having told her story, Jane said she regretted being inconsiderate to her mom.
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This particular day began at seven in the morning in Casablanca(卡萨布兰卡). My friend Mike and I were going to visit Abdel, a young man we’d worked with on a volunteer project in Kenitra, an industrial city on the Moroccan(摩洛哥) coast. He’d been expecting us to arrive in Casablanca for a few days now, and since he had no telephone, he’d written down his address and name and told us to just show up-his mother and Sisters were always at home.
Apparently the address he had written down was hard for foreigners like us to understand. When we got into the neighborhood, our taxi driver started asking directions. Eventually, with the help of a policeman, we were led to a house down a winding road. Our driver went to the door and inquired. He came back saying Abdel’s sister was in this house visiting friends and would come along to show us where they lived.
Soon a girl of about sixteen emerged from the house. Surprisingly, she didn’t look like Abdel at all. Still I’d seen other families where children didn’t look alike, so I didn’t give it too much thought. She then brought us to a yard. We waited in the yard while the sister went in and returned accompanied by her mother, sisters and brother-in-law, all of whom greeted us with cautious warmth. We were shown into the living room. The mother told us in broken French that Abdel was out, but would be home soon. We sat on low, cushioned seats, drinking sweet mint tea and eating sugar cookies, while the family members sat with us and made shy, polite conversation that frequently fell into uncomfortable silence.
An hour passed, more family members emerged from inner rooms. I was again struck by the fact that none of them looked a thing like our friend.
After another two hours had passed with no sign of Abdel, the family insisted on serving us a meal in their kitchen next door. “Soon,” was the only response I got when I inquired as to what time Abdel might come back.
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Finally we heard the words we had been waiting for from the mother. “Please, Abdel is back in the living room.”
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I took out the piece of paper Abdel had given me in Kenitra and showed it to the new Abdel.
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Sarah lived in a big family—four children with three sisters older than her. Father worked hard on the farm all day long to support the family. They had to save every penny to make ends meet.
One winter morning in March, Sarah put on her old spring coat to go out and play. “These buttons don't work,” Sarah said lo Mama. Just then, Mama noticed that this coat was too small for Sarah, She promised Sarah that after her sisters left for school, she would check the hand-me-downs (旧衣) for a coat that fit.
When the house was quiet. Mama went to the hall closet and pulled out all the old spring coats. But she could not find a suitable one for Sarah—Sylvia’s were too big, Susan’s too spotted, and Sally's too ragged. The coats were fine far play. But Sarah had no coat for church and (own and special occasions. Mama told it to Papa when he came in from the bam (布棚), after feeding the cows.
Papa sat down at the table. “Are you sure Sarah can't wear a hand-me-down?” he said. “It's either a new coat or a ragged coat,” Mama said. Papa frowned, staring out at the front yard. “Sarah has never had a new coat,” Mama added.
For a long while, nobody spoke. The fire in the wood stove crackled (发出劈啪声). Sarah looked closely at Papa. Then Papa cleared his throat. “A ragged coat won't do,” he said. “Sarah，are you old enough to lake care of a new coat?” “Yes, Papa,“ Sarah said, "I'm old enough to do almost anything.” Papa gave her a serious look. “Very well,” he said. “While we are in town today, we'll buy you a coat of your very own.” After they had eaten the soup, they headed for town in Papa's old truck.
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“May I assist you?” the clerk asked, after they went inside the clothes store.
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The pink coat fit Sarah perfectly, but it seemed that it would only fit one year.
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Shanti wanted the wooden doll in Ramu’s toy shop and told her best friend, Jodi about it. Jodi wondered if she could afford it.
Shanti smiled. “I asked my mom if I could make jasmine garlands（花环） and sell them at my aunt’s stand in the market.” Jodi thought it was a good idea.
Early the next morning, the girls met at the jasmine bushes outside Shanti’s house. Delicate white flowers surrounded them with fresh scent. They picked blossoms with their fingers and then sat under a mango tree, tying up the flowers into garlands. Shanti could already see herself hugging that beautiful doll.
“If we sell enough garlands, we can each get a doll.” said Shanti.
Jodi shook her head. Her family was low on money that week. She had to use her money to pay for Kiran’s medicine. Kiran was Jodi’s little brother. Then Jodi picked up her garlands.“My mother is expecting me. I’ll meet you at the market.”
Shanti spent the afternoon selling garlands alone. By early evening, Shanti had sold all her flowers.
On the way home, Shanti saw Jodi heading to the market with her garlands. She was late because she had to watch Kiran while her mother was away.
“Why didn’t you take him with you?” Shanti said.
Jodi shook her head. “He’s too sick to go out. He coughs and coughs.”
Shanti knew Jodi wouldn’t make enough money for the medicine now.The market would be closing soon.
Shanti looked at the purse tightly held in her hand. It was supposed to be for the beautiful doll she’d been dreaming of for long. Then she looked at her friend’s tired face. “Here. Keep this for the medicine.”
That night Shanti cried, thinking about the doll. What if someone bought it before she’d saved up enough again?
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The next week, while Shanti and Jodi gathered blossoms, Kiran came, too.
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Mom comforted Shanti with hugs, and then handed her a filled package wrapped in paper.
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