I sat in the breakfast corner with my four-year-old son, Matthew, trying to ignore the ache in my stomach. I was still recovering from a surgery. I hoped for strength and happiness. But the future seemed so hopeless.
Matthew jumped up from his spot on the kitchen floor. “Bird!” he shouted, rushing to the sliding door. Sure enough, there was a white dove seated on a rubber tree. It sat there a few moments, and then flew away. I’d never seen one in our neighborhood before.
When I dragged myself to the kitchen the next morning, the dove was back. This time it was with a mate carrying twigs (嫩枝), “Look, Matthew,” I said, pointing to the tree. “They’re going to make a nest.” The doves flew in and out of the courtyard all week, building on the top of the rubber tree. Matthew could hardly contain his excitement. Every morning, he’d run into the kitchen and take his spot by the sliding glass door, talking to the birds while they worked. As much as I was grieving (感到悲伤), I couldn’t help but look forward to the doves’ visits too. We watched their progress as if it were a real-life soap opera unfolding before us. Gradually, my pain disappeared, replaced by joy.
Then it all went wrong. The courtyard was a safe enough spot for a nest, but the rubber tree’s broad, thin leaves were far from stable. One night, a strong wind blew through, throwing the doves’ nest to the ground. I heard the twigs break apart. Nothing good ever lasts. I wouldn’t blame the doves if they never came back. But they returned. And they paid no attention to the pi le of sticks that had once been their nest. They started again from scratch, though the wind destroyed all their hard work. The next day, and the next, they renewed their efforts, as if nothing had happened.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Long ago, there was a big apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the top of the tree, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the tree also enjoyed playing with him.
As time went by, the little boy grew up and he no longer played around the tree.
One day, the boy came back to the tree, appearing sad. “Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy gently.
“I am no longer a kid; I won’t play around trees any more,” the boy replied. “I want toys. I need money to buy them.”
“Sorry, but I don’t have money. However, you can pick all my apples and sell them. Then, you will have money.” The boy was so excited that he picked all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy didn’t come back after that.
The tree was upset.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so joyful. “Come and play with me,” the tree said.
“I don’t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, I don’t have a house. But you can cut off my branches to build your house.” So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left with delight.
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn’t appear since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” the tree requested.
“I am sad and becoming old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?”“Use my trunk to build the boat. You can sail and be happy.” So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and did not show up for a long time.
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Many years later, the boy finally returned.
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The apple tree is our mother.
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参考词汇：be drowned(淹死) pass by(路过) run jump into rude behavior
bring to the shore(岸) ashamed(内疚的)at forgive(原谅) courage(勇气)
do good(做好事) do evil(做坏事)
Robert and Henry were two friends in the same class. They always played together and went home together. One day Robert and Henry were going home from school. When they turned around a corner, Robert cried out, “A fight! Let’s go and see!”
“No,” said Henry. “Let us go quietly home and not meddle in (插手) this quarrel. We have nothing to do with (与……没有关系) it and may get into trouble.
“You are a coward (胆小鬼), and afraid to go,” said Robert, and off he ran. Henry went straight home, and in the afternoon went to school as usual.
Late, Robert told all the boys that Henry was a coward, and they laughed at him. From then on, they looked down upon (瞧不起) Henry and didn’t want to play with him together.
Henry was sad but he wasn’t angry with Robert. He just ignored (不理睬) the other boys’ laughter and continued to go to school and study as well. However, Robert didn’t invite Henry to go home with him any more. He had some other boys and they also said Henry was a coward. Every day after school, they didn’t go home directly but went to the river or somewhere to play games and had a lot of fun.
A few days later, Robert was bathing with his new friends in a river, and got out of his depth (深度). He struggled, and screamed (尖叫) for help, but all in vain (徒劳). The other boys got out of the water as fast as they could, and they did not even try to help him.
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Robert was fast sinking (下沉).
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Thus, Robert’s life was saved (救).
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For many years, I had a recurring dream. I was a little girl again, rushing about, trying to get ready for school.
“Hurry, you'll be late for school,” my mother called to me.
“I am hurrying, Mom! What did I do with my books?”
Deep inside I knew where the dream came from. It was about some unfinished business in my life. As a kid, I loved everything about school. I loved books, teachers, tests and homework. Most of all I longed to someday march down the aisle to receive my diploma. That seemed more appealing even than getting married.
But at 15, I had to drop out because my parents couldn't afford tuition. My hope of getting a diploma was dead, or so I thought. Pretty soon, I married and had three children, and I thought: “There goes my diploma.”
Even so, I wanted my children to be educated. But Linda, our youngest child, had juvenile arthritis in her hands and knees, which made it impossible for her to function in a normal classroom. I felt sorry for her and I didn't want her to live her life with regret. I didn't give up hope of her being back to school in some way.
One day, I saw an ad in the newspaper for evening courses. “That's the answer,” I said to myself. Linda always feels better in the evening, so I'll just sign her up for night school.
Linda was busy filling out enrollment forms when the secretary said: “Mrs. Schantz, why don't you come back to school?”
I laughed: “There's no way! I'm 55!” But he persisted, and before I knew what I had done, I was enrolled for classes in English and crafts. “This is only an experiment,” I warned him, but he just smiled. So, I told myself to try for just a semester and to see if it would work. Anyway, my dream was still there in my heart.
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Linda and I saw each other through the time.
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Disaster on a Mountain
When Ruth Hagan was seventy-eight years old, she visited her daughter Judy and teenage granddaughter Marcy in California. They headed for their cabin (小木屋), going forty miles up and down the mountains in their Bronco, winding terrifyingly close to cliffs.
After dinner Marcy announced the water tank was low and that she would take the Bronco down to the pump and get water. Ruth was nervous about her young granddaughter driving down the narrow dirt road by herself, but Judy reminded her that Marcy had been driving vehicles up there since she was twelve.
"Just be careful, Marcy," her mother warned. "The cliff side is pretty shaky. Be sure to hug the mountain side." Fifteen minutes later Judy was still watching when suddenly she screamed, "Oh no! She went over the cliff, Momma! The Bronco and Marcy - they went over! We have to help her! Come on!"
Judy took off running. Ruth ran behind her, but Judy was quickly out of sight after the first turn in the road. Ruth raced down the steep hill, breathing hard. She ran on and on, down the hill, up the next, trying to catch up with her daughter. It was getting harder and harder to see anything at dusk.
Ruth stopped cold and looked around. She screamed into the darkness "Judy, where are you?" Off to her immediate right and down the cliff she heard, "Down here, Mother! Don't come near the edge! I slipped on loose rocks and fell over. I'm down about twenty feet."
"Oh dear God, Judy, what can I do?"
"Just stay back, Momma! I think I can crawl back up. I saw the white roof of the Bronco when I was falling, Momma, and I heard Marcy calling for help. She's alive! But she's way down there in the valley. You have to go back to the cabin and phone for help. Tell them to send a helicopter. We have to get Marcy out!"
Ruth turned around and started running back up the hill she'd just ran awkwardly down. Up one hill, down the next. She had one hill left to climb when she fell on her face. Chest pains took her breath away. She started to sob.
注意：
1. 所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2. 应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；
3. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
4. 续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。
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At that moment something went through Ruth.
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She sputtered out (语无伦次地说) the details of the disaster, pointing out directions to where Marcy and Judy were.
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6 . You may have heard of Osceola McCarty, who worked for 75 years as a washer woman. After she retired, she went to the bank and
What you have not heard is how Osceola's gift has
I first
Osceola gave me much more than a scholarship. She taught me about the gift of
| A．believed | B．discovered | C．checked | D．collected |
| A．grown | B．arrived | C．reduced | D．lost |
| A．interest | B．support | C．need | D．limit |
| A．meant | B．served | C．affected | D．infected |
| A．curious | B．worried | C．concerned | D．devoted |
| A．missed | B．got | C．ignored | D．wasted |
| A．got across | B．came across | C．went across | D．looked across |
| A．donation | B．money | C．reputation | D．message |
| A．user | B．helper | C．learner | D．receiver |
| A．found | B．knew | C．saw | D．got |
| A．ever | B．never | C．once | D．just |
| A．randomly | B．fluently | C．suddenly | D．regularly |
| A．joins | B．attends | C．contacts | D．touches |
| A．restaurant | B．house | C．library | D．shop |
| A．appeared | B．seemed | C．occurred | D．happened |
| A．doing | B．working | C．giving | D．helping |
| A．conclusion | B．preparation | C．attention | D．passion |
| A．position | B．fund | C．family | D．job |
| A．around | B．between | C．above | D．under |
| A．belongs | B．lives | C．excepts | D．hates |
Steve was the most amazing person in all of Minneapolis, and he was my cousin. By the age of 19, Steve was a star baseball player at the University of Minnesota. I wanted to be exactly like him. So when Steve asked me to go with him on a spring fishing trip in northern Minnesota, I was excited!
After planning the trip, we gathered clothes and supplies, and began our great adventure. We reached the Superior National Forest in northern Minnesota by early evening. On our way to the campsite, Steve pointed to a small house faraway in one of the mountains, saying that it was the ranger station where the forester worked.
Finally, after a long walk, we reached the campsite and set up the camp as the sun was setting. Steve knew all the tricks of an experienced wilderness camper. After we gathered enough wood from the forest, he started the campfire using only stone and steel—no matches. For supper we feasted on freeze-dried beef, wild rice and pea soup. I ate greedily after all that work.
Tired enough, we climbed into our sleeping bags early and talked about our plans for fishing the next day. We were still talking quietly when a sudden north wind picked up; the temperature dropped and it began to snow. Steve found a way to increase the temperature inside the tent. He dragged a log from the forest to the opposite side of the campfire. Then he wrapped aluminum foil around the log. The heat from the fire reflected off the foil and into the tent. Soon images of lake fish were filling my dreams.
The snow had stopped, but sometime later a powerful wind must have kicked up the flames of our dying fire. I was abruptly awakened by Steve. Our tent was on fire. Frightened, I ran out of the tent immediately. The tent collapsed with Steve inside.
注意：
1. 所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2. 至少使用5个短文中标有下划线的关键词语；
3. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
4. 续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。
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Without any thought of endangering myself,
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Suddenly, we heard a noise in the forest.
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Old Man Donovan was a mean man who hated children. He threw rocks at them and even shot at them with a shotgun. At least that's what we had heard.
His small farm bordered our neighborhood where my younger sister, Leigh Ann, and I lived when we were growing up. His farm was long, narrow, and quaint. It held two treasures. One was his beautiful fruit.
There were many varieties of fruit: pears, apples,and lots more I just can't think of. The fruit naturally drew the children to his land. It made them into thieves. But my sister and I didn't dare to take his fruit because of the horrible rumors we had heard about Old Man Donovan.
One summer day, we were playing in a nearby field. It was time to head back home. My sister and I were feeling very daring that day. There was a short cut to our house that went through the Donovan farm. We thought he wouldn't be able to see us run across his property around the luscious(可口味美的) fruit trees. We were almost through the farm when we heard, “Hey,girls!” in a gruff (粗哑的), low voice. We stopped dead in our tracks! There we were, face to face with Old Man Donovan. Our knees were shaking. We had visions of rocks pounding our bodies and bullets piercing our hearts.
“Come here,” he said, reaching up to one of his apple trees. Still shaking, we went over to him. He held out several ripe, juicy, red apples. “Take these home,” he commanded .We took the apples with surprised hearts and ran all the way home. Of course, Leigh Annand I ate the apples.
As time went on, we often went through Old Man Donovan’s farm, and he kept on giving us more luscious fruit. One day, we stopped by to see him when he was on his front porch (门廊). We talked to him for hours. While he was talking, we realized that we had found the other hidden treasure: the sweet, kind heart hidden behind his gruff voice. Soon, he was one of our favorite people to talk to.
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Every summer, we would visit Mr. Donovan and talk to him.
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The next winter, word got around that Old Man Donovan had died.
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9 . For hours I had been traveling up the Nile Valley,from Luxor to Cairo, on a train jammed with Egypt's working Poor.
At 1 a. m. I reached Cairo and took a taxi to Tahrir Square, the city's center. The taxi
In my broken Arabic I asked when they had last eaten﹣﹣about 16 hours ago, they said.
I asked them to wait while I went inside. Since I was traveling on a
I ordered two hamburgers for the boys. Then
I brought the food out, and as they took the
After they finished, I
They
I knelt down beside them,
On the seventh
I had seen many
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| A．adults | B．children | C．women | D．men |
| A．souvenirs | B．water | C．money | D．food |
| A．free | B．balanced | C．tight | D．loose |
| A．skipping | B．taking | C．preventing | D．forgetting |
| A．brought up | B．accounted for | C．identified with | D．lived with |
| A．rich | B．sensitive | C．honest | D．gentle |
| A．demanding | B．resisting | C．keeping | D．overcoming |
| A．cookies | B．chocolate | C．burgers | D．chips |
| A．shared | B．showered | C．confirmed | D．accompanied |
| A．reached into | B．held to | C．looked for | D．put aside |
| A．sick | B．vacant | C．asleep | D．silent |
| A．insisted | B．declared | C．decided | D．accepted |
| A．asked | B．refused | C．suggested | D．returned |
| A．watched out | B．appealed to | C．looked into | D．glared at |
| A．almost | B．mainly | C．rarely | D．only |
| A．unwilling | B．unexpected | C．unhappy | D．unbelievable |
| A．discussion | B．attempt | C．trial | D．request |
| A．challenges | B．achievements | C．wonders | D．changes |
| A．reaction | B．phenomenon | C．mission | D．scene |
10 . Six years ago at the age of 35, I suddenly decided I wanted to learn the cello. Straight away I rented an instrument and appeared before Wendell Margrave, professor of musical instruction.
"You can be as good as you want to be," Margrave said rather mysteriously. Then he entered my name in book:10 am, Tuesday. Tuesday followed Tuesday, and soon it was spring.
Thus began my voyage out of ignorance and into the dream. It was a happy time. I was again becoming something new, and no longer trapped as the same person. Surely the most terrible recognition of middle life is that we are past changing. We do what we can already do. The cello was something I couldn't do. Yet each Tuesday this became less and less true. Riding home on the bus one snowy night and learning the score of Mozarts C-Major Quintet, I felt the page burst into music in my hands. I could by then more or less read a score, and was humming the cello line, when suddenly all five parts came together harmonically in my head. The fellow sitting opposite stared. I met his glance with tears, actually hearing the music in my head for the first time. Could he hear it too, perhaps? No, he got off at the next stop.
As the years slipped by, my daughter grew up, playing the piano well. My goal was that she and I would one day perform together. I also wanted to perform in public with and for my peers, and to be secretly envied. I continued to play, to perform, but it is not the same. As good as I wanted to be, I am as good as I'm going to get. It is good enough.
1. From the first two paragraphs, we can learn that .| A．the author went to a cello lesson every Tuesday |
| B．the author bought a cello after he decided to learn it |
| C．the author already knew some cello basics |
| D．Margrave was a famous but mysterious professor |
| A．he used to feel very bored with his unchallenging life |
| B．it was beautiful to be able to hear the music in his mind |
| C．Professor Margrave made learning the cello very easy for him |
| D．he enjoyed the feelings of growth and getting closer to his dream |
| A．show the author's deep gratitude to his cello tutor |
| B．advise readers on how to improve their cello skills |
| C．encourage readers that it's never too late to pursue their dreams |
| D．describe the author's incredible efforts to overcome difficulties |
