1 . Dr. Smith of New York works at a center for children who can’t learn well. One day a father brought his son to him for
The father told Dr. Smith about his son. “My son has
After Dr. Smith tested the boy, he
At this
“Now you can
A.testing | B.acting | C.teaching | D.playing |
A.confidence | B.interest | C.experience | D.difficulty |
A.returns | B.helps | C.appears | D.remains |
A.waited for | B.searched for | C.believed in | D.called in |
A.mirror | B.television | C.painting | D.desk |
A.face | B.line | C.number | D.star |
A.remove | B.follow | C.cross | D.cut |
A.decisions | B.choices | C.mistakes | D.patterns |
A.touched | B.dropped | C.moved | D.sharpened |
A.speed | B.corner | C.end | D.point |
A.staying | B.taking | C.preparing | D.writing |
A.easy | B.important | C.obvious | D.exciting |
A.ideas | B.words | C.questions | D.instructions |
A.relax | B.leave | C.understand | D.promise |
A.Interestingly | B.Absolutely | C.Suddenly | D.Unfortunately |
I walked to Mrs. Windsor’s house and waited outside. She was working with another student, and I was not supposed to bother them by ringing the bell. I stood against the wall and daydreamed what I’d rather be doing. I had been tutored enough to read, understand, and even write some musical compositions, but I just didn’t have a gift for it. Mrs. Windsor had offered to give me the lessons for free, so I felt it my duty to try.
The door opened and Wendy Barton came out. I walked in, sat down on the piano bench and began to sort through my sheet music. Today Mrs. Windsor introduced her niece Pasha to teach me.
With a smile, Pasha sat beside me on the piano bench, opened my sheet music to the beginning page and asked me to play. I arranged my fingers on the keys. Then I frowned (皱眉) and concentrated to make the notes on the page match the finger movements. I had to admit I was a rather mechanical (不加思考的) pianist.
After about a page or two, Pasha gently put her hand on top of mine as if to calm my fingers. There was a long pause. “What are you hearing in the music?” I looked at her rather strangely and admitted I didn’t know what she meant. “Like a story. Here, let me try and you listen,” Pasha advised.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her fingers dance lightly over the keys. Then, she began to play. “See, it begins here beside some kind of river. Hear the water flowing beside you?” Her fingers rose and fell gently on the keys. “Now a princess appears and she’s picking flowers from the water’s edge.” A happy piece of music filled the air in time to Pasha’s dancing fingers.
注意:续写词数应为150左右。
Suddenly the music changed.
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That day means a lot in my musical life.
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I lay on my bed, legs leaning against the wall, desperately wishing my mother would call. But I remembered the last time I'd seen her, right before the train for Providence pulled out of the station, “You know how expensive it is to call,” she said, then hugged me tight and said good- bye.
This was my first birthday away from home. I missed my mom, missed my sister, and most certainly missed the special pound cake my mother always made for my birthday. Since getting to college that year, I would watch jealously as the other freshmen received care packages from their parents on their birthdays--and even on ordinary days. Big boxes containing summer slacks and blouses, packages of M&M's and Snickers , things they needed and things they didn't. Instead of feeling thrilled about my upcoming eighteenth birthday, I felt empty. I wished my mom would send me something, too, but I knew that she couldn’t afford presents or the postage. She had done her best with my sister and me--raising us by herself. The simple truth was there just was never enough money.
But that didn’t stop her from filling us with dreams. “You can be anything you want to be,” she would tell us. “Politicians, dancers, writers -- you just have to work for it; you have to get an education.”
Thanks to my mom's sacrifices and big dreams, I’d made it to the Ivy League: Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island.
As I was recalling these things, my roommate joined me on the bed. “Hey. After we study, let's buy ice cream and cake.” I nodded, closed my eyes, and imagined the cake Mom would have made. Mmm. I could see the golden yellow of each of the twelve eggs, and I could almost smell the vanilla(香草) filling the house while the cake baked.
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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As I daydreamed, there was a knock on the door.________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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