One afternoon after school, Mary and her brother, Keith, were eating at a cafe near their home. That afternoon, they had to share their table with another person. That person was a young lady in her twenties. After eating, she went to the restroom. Without realizing, she had left her cellphone on the table. Five minutes later, she came out and walked out of the cafe without looking back.
Mary saw the cellphone on the table. She quickly told Keith, “Keith, the girl left behind her cellphone.”Keith looked at the cellphone. It took his breath away. It was one of the latest models on the market. Keith had always wanted a cellphone. But his parents had told him, “You don’t need one. You can always use the house phone.” He stared at it for some minutes. Then, he said slowly, pausing on every word, “I want to take the cellphone.” Mary could not believe her ears. She only stared at her brother, “You can’t! What if the owner comes to look for it?”
After making the decision, Keith quickly got the cellphone and put it in his schoolbag. Then, he took Mary’s hand and led her out of the cafe quickly.
Once back home, Keith locked his room door with trembling (颤抖的) hands. Inside his room, he took out the piece of beauty. Oh, he liked it so much. He had his own cellphone. Soon, he was polishing it happily. But Mary told him, “Keith, you cannot keep the cellphone. What will you tell our father about this? He will ask you how you got the cellphone.” Keith said quickly, “I will say a friend lent it to me.” Mary said, “Now you are lying too. Oh dear! When had Keith turned so dishonest?”
Then, Mary saw a house phone number on the cover of the cellphone. “This is the girl’s phone number. Why don’t we just call this number? We will talk to her and ask her to come and take back her cellphone,” she was trying to talk some sense into him.
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That night, Keith turned over in bed from time to time.
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In 2020, as in every year, Anthony Sr. Strung(悬挂) colorful lights all around their roof until it looked as if sparkles(火花) were dripping(滴). The whole house twinkled with lights, and gifts were piled under the tree.
Anthony Sr., 60, had outdone himself, as if the brightness of the lights could counter(抵消) some of the darkness of the past year with COVID-19. On Christmas Eve, everyone was looking forward to enjoying another Christmas together as a family.
Then Connie got a call: Someone she worked with had tested positive. Though Connie didn’t have any symptoms, she decided to get tested right away. Her rapid test came back positive.
Anthony Sr., Anthony Jr., and Sara decided they should all get tested too. When their results came back, they all learned that they also had COVID-19. Sadly, everyone agreed their Christmas celebration would have to be canceled.
Right after the new year, Anthony Sr. started having trouble breathing and was admitted to the hospital. Five days later, Connie began feeling weak and wouldn’t eat. She died before getting to the hospital. Less than a week later, Anthony Sr. passed away.
It was the worst of Sara’s life. She felt as if she was in a fog. Grief left her doubled over in pain. Every day she went back after a long day, the twinkling Christmas lights brought her a spark of joy. “It made us happy to see them,” she says. “I couldn’t bring myself to put them away.” Taking the lights down felt like a final act of closure(结束), but she and her brother weren’t ready to take. So they just kept them up.
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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；
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One day in February, Sara received an annoying envelope in the mail.
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Days later she found her inbox quickly filled with messages showing support as well as criticizing the mean mail.
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One day, my brother and I were in our apartment. My parents had both gone for a party and had left me in charge of everything. I was doing my homework while my younger brother was watching TV. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Dingdong! Dingdong! My younger brother had rushed to the door before I decided to answer the door. We both thought that our parents had come home. As a result, he unlocked the door and opened it.
Outside of the house stood a man who wore a black raincoat and black rubber boots. He looked no different from other people and said that he was a salesman and asked politely if our mother or father was at home so he could talk with them.
Without thinking, my brother said，“No.” He asked if we would like to buy some comic books (漫画书), which he was selling. I quickly explained to him that we were not supposed to buy anything without our parents’ permission. However, it seemed that he was not willing to follow my advice and he had an intention to enter our house.
Then, I realized something terrible would happen. As I was about to close the door, he forced his way into our house. He forced me to tie up my brother’s hands with the rope which he took out from his pocket. I tied up his hands but tied it in a special way so my brother could untie (解开) it himself as we often did. The man then tied my hands up and locked both of us in the kitchen.
Soon, he went upstairs to search the bedroom for something valuable. I managed to teach my brother to untie the rope on his hands. He then untied it for me. I rushed to the telephone to call the police, but the line was dead.
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3. 参考词汇：forget to do sth. lock window manage to do sth. (设法做某事) go out of (出去) police station (警察局) as soon as possible (尽快地) be caught (被抓) robber (盗贼) tell pretend to do sth (假装做某事) praise (赞扬) bravery (勇敢) back home (回家) thankful (感恩) get hurt (受伤) learn a lesson (吸取教训) safety and responsibility
The doors were all locked from the outside and what’s more, I did not have the keys.
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Just at the same time our parents come back home.
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4 . Hansen and his 10-year-old son Chase search the streets of Salt Lake City every weekend for the homeless to take to lunch. They started Project Empathy(共情)four years ago to
“Just start with a smile, a hello. It really just starts with that. If you do it, you can make a connection. A small gesture can have a
Some of these shared meals have turned into stronger
Father and son’s
“My hope for the future is to
| A．buy | B．cook | C．share | D．eat |
| A．often | B．further | C．also | D．even |
| A．dramatic | B．different | C．minimum | D．decisive |
| A．remarked | B．praised | C．joked | D．quoted |
| A．desires | B．connections | C．motivations | D．opinions |
| A．provided | B．permitted | C．abandoned | D．housed |
| A．through | B．for | C．despite | D．to |
| A．surprised | B．relaxed | C．awesome | D．calm |
| A．dreams | B．influences | C．experiences | D．efforts |
| A．assesses | B．compares | C．highlights | D．respects |
| A．importance | B．task | C．chance | D．role |
| A．argument | B．problem | C．debt | D．conflict |
| A．go away | B．catch on | C．fade out | D．give off |
| A．establish | B．miss | C．exchange | D．maintain |
| A．before | B．if | C．until | D．so |
I love to play the piano and I greatly enjoy performing my songs, so when the annual winter recital (音乐演奏会) was canceled, I was disappointed. I had looked forward to it for a long time and had already prepared two of my best songs.
My mom had a wonderful idea, however, to turn this disappointing thing into something worthwhile. “You can perform your songs at Carriage House Senior Living,” my mom suggested brightly. “I’m sure the seniors there who do not have families to visit them that often, would really appreciate the music and you could play more than just two songs.”
I immediately thought this was a great idea. One of the things I did not like about the recitals was that I was limited to playing just a couple of songs. Playing the piano at Carriage House seemed like a win-win situation because not only could I play more songs, but I would also have the chance to cheer up the residents there with some lively tunes.
My mom called Carriage House and made arrangements for me to perform. In the coming including many old classics.
When the exciting day finally arrived, my family and I drove to Carriage House. Walking through the enormous double doors, we stepped into an entryway that overlooked the spacious grand dining room. Right at the entrance to the dining room stood the piano as if it were just waiting to make some music to liven the place up a bit. At nearly every table several gray-haired women or men were seated enjoying their dinner and the company that the crowded room provided. Despite the conversations going on at various tables, isolation hung like a dark cloud in the room.
Almost immediately, we were greeted by an old woman with a walker who introduced herself as Phyllis in charge of Carriage House. She welcomed me and led me to the stage.
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2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
As I sat down on the bench, I pressed a key on the piano and was surprised to hear no sound.
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Nervousness melted away and I started to enjoy the performance with the old.
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I’ve spent my adult life as a college professor teaching people how to think more creatively and use more of their brainpower. Interestingly, this lifetime passion was awakened by a casual contest when I was a child.
At a family picnic for employees of the company where my father worked, they held a handkerchief-throwing contest for the children. I was 13, full of enthusiasm and the spirit of competition, so I threw myself into the contest, which I realize now was not meant to demonstrate any real skill, but simply for laughs. But it sparked my love of thinking outside the box.
The emcee (主持人) gave each child a cloth handkerchief and told us the winner would be the one who threw it the farthest. The first throwers, the little ones, took mighty wind-ups, but when the cloth left their hands, it opened and fluttered to the ground a few inches in front of them. The next kids threw harder and harder, but with no better results. The crowd roared with laughter, and being 13, I didn’t like adults laughing at us. The older the children, the more the crowd laughed at the results.
It was obvious that using the same technique would not work. Suppose I tied a rock inside the handkerchief? No, it was “throw a handkerchief,” not a rock and a handkerchief. When they inspected it, I’d be disqualified. If I knew anything about adults, it was that they lived by rules. And they loved to seize a child who broke them.
So it irritated me to see the kids throwing harder, but still without better results. The secret was not to throw harder but to keep the cloth from opening. Suppose I hid a rock in the cloth without tying it. The rock would drive the cloth at least farther than the others, and when they separated, people might not notice a small rock landing in the grass. I had a good chance of getting away with it, but I didn’t want to win by cheating. What I really wanted to do was show them that a kid could beat them at their own game. I had to make the handkerchief fly like a rock. Like a rock! That was it!
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2、续写部分分两段，每段开头已为你写好。
I began tying the handkerchief around itself to make it small and firmly packed, like a rock.
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Before the emcee found my handkerchief, a man said, “He must have cheated.”
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7 . “What kind of stuff do you write?” one student asked on my first day at the University. After a decade away from the classroom, I was back to teaching.
“I write newspaper and magazine articles,” I said, “and creative non-fiction, as you’ll be doing.” It was a lie. I couldn’t remember when I’d last written a creative essay. It must have been before my distant mother fell ill, leaving me resigned to the idea that our story of family dysfunction would not end happily. It seemed that nothing I wrote could change that.
With a surplus of time and lack of inspiration, I accepted a position to teach creative non-fiction. Although I couldn’t get myself to tell my own stories, I could require that my students tell theirs. “You’re going to be keeping a journal,” I said with the kind of firm authority that didn’t work as self-talk. “And I want you to tell your stories like they matter.”
“Why do they matter?” a boy named Michael asked. Half-Chinese, half-Irish, he was outlaw handsome with a hard-set jaw and dark eyes. “I mean, who cares about our stories?”
Looking out at the students, I realized I didn’t have an answer. I stuttered, buying myself some time.
No one said a word. Either they didn’t know, or they were shy. Perhaps they were just tired from their busy lives. Many, I learned, worked full-time while in school full-time. Most, I assumed, didn’t have the faintest idea that their stories did matter.
Finally, I looked at Michael. “They matter because they do.” I said, lamely grappling for clarity. “Because it’s what you have. When you shape your experience into a story, it becomes yours and not just something that happened to you.”
Michael didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t challenge me, either.
In his first essay, Michael wrote about how he grew up on the streets of one of the worst neighbourhoods in Boston. He wrote about the night he was out with two other young men and had a pistol pointed at his face:
In that moment everything went blank. A rush of adrenaline (肾上腺素) and the feeling of numbness shot through my body as the guy cocked back the hammer. A cruiser drove by: giving us enough time to flee but a week later those guys I was with were shot. One took a bullet in the leg: the other took a bullet in the chest. Minutes after I got that news, I decided I was going to college.
He went on to write about how his high school English teacher, an elderly woman who saw his potential, helped him fill out a college application. Also with the help of other teachers, he came to this school.
I had Michael read his essay out loud. After he finished the class went so still that we could hear the sound of each other’s breath. I looked at Michael and saw a small softening in his dark eyes. When he finally sat back in his chair, it was like a coil unwinding.
After a moment, I said, “That’s why you tell your stories.”
I went home that night and picked up my journal from where it lay, dusty and untouched, by the side of my bed. I found a pen and gathered myself in a blanket. For the first time in months, I had to write.
1. Why did the author tell a lie?| A．He intended to get acquainted with students. |
| B．He wanted to strike students as professional. |
| C．He wanted to conceal the fact of being born unhappy |
| D．He couldn’t remember when he last wrote an essay. |
| A．Supportive | B．Angry. | C．Doubtful. | D．Unconcerned. |
| A．He used to be involved in criminal activities. |
| B．He didn’t receive any formal education before college. |
| C．He successfully applied for a college all on his own. |
| D．He was dissatisfied with his previous life and wanted to make a change. |
| A．It adds color to our busy daily life. |
| B．It gives us inspiration for future life. |
| C．It provides us with an opportunity to rewrite our destiny. |
| D．It allows us to make meaning of what we’ve been through. |
Pinty Tailor was a little boy who enjoyed going to school and doing all sorts of things, except for art and writing. Using brushes and pencils did not come easy to Pinty, so his works of art did not end happily, and he would just give up in disgust. But one day Pinty found a pencil of such lovely colours that he could not resist, and he tried drawing a circle. As ever, it did not go well, and he was about to throw the pencil away when his drawing began to speak to him. “Psst! You aren’t going to leave me like this, are you? Come on, the least you can do is draw me a pair of eyes!” said the drawing. Pinty was understandably shocked, but he managed to draw two little spots inside the circle. “Much better, now I can see myself,” said the circle, looking around at itself… “Arghh! But what have you done to me?!” “I don’t draw very well,” said Pinty, trying to make excuses. “OK, no problem,” the drawing interrupted him, “I’m sure that if you try again you’ll do better. Go on, rub me out!” So Pinty erased the circle and drew another one. Like the first one, it was not very round. “Hey! You forgot the eyes again!” “Oh, yeah.” “Hmmm, I think I’m going to have to teach you how to draw until you can do me well,” said the circle with its quick, high-pitched little voice. To Pinty, who remained almost paralysed with shock, this did not seem like a bad idea, and he immediately found himself drawing and erasing circles. The circle would not stop saying “rub this out, but carefully; it hurts,” or “draw me some hair, quickly, I look like a lollipop (棒棒糖)!” and other funny remarks.
After spending nearly the whole afternoon together, Pinty could already draw the little figure much better than most of his classmates could have. He was enjoying it so much that he did not want to stop drawing with this crazy new teacher of his. Before going to bed that night, Pinty gave his new instructor a hearty “thank you” for having taught him how to draw so well.
Para 1 The next morning Pinty jumped out of bed and went running to find his pencil, but it was not there.
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Para 2 He realised that the crazy little teacher had been right.
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I grew up in a small town where the primary school was a ten-minute walk from my house. When the noon bell rang, I would race breathlessly home. My mother would be standing at the top of the stairs, smiling down at me.
One lunchtime when I was in the third grade will stay with me always. I had been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had rehearsed (排练) my lines so hard with me. But no matter how easily I acted at home, as soon as I stepped onstage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained that she had written a narrator’s (旁白的) part to the play, and asked me to change roles. Her words, kindly expressed, still hurt, especially when I saw my part go to another girl.
I didn’t tell my mother what had happened when I went home for lunch that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to walk in the yard.
It was a lovely spring day and the rose vine (藤蔓) was turning green. Under the huge trees, we could see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) in the grass in bunch, as if a painter had touched our landscape with gold. I watched my mother casually bend down by one dandelion. “I think I’m going to dig up all these weeds,” she said, pulling it up by its roots. “From now on, we’ll have only roses in this garden.”
“But I like dandelions,” I protested. “All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions.”
My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn’t it?” She asked thoughtfully. I nodded, pleased that I had won her over. “And that is true of people too,” she added. “Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that.” Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled.
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“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said, encouraging and comforting me as usual.
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After the play, I took home the flower.
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10 . It was a cold, rainy day, and I had no desire to drive up the winding mountain road to my daughter Carolyn’s house. But she
So here I was,
Turning down a narrow track, we
Then we turned a corner and stopped at the top of the mountain and I was entirely held in
As we drove home, I was so moved by what we had seen that I could
The wonder of it would not let me go. “Imagine,” I said, “if I’d had a dream and
| A．asked | B．commanded | C．insisted | D．predicted |
| A．unwillingly | B．undoubtedly | C．unknowingly | D．unexpectedly |
| A．walked | B．inched | C．wandered | D．fled |
| A．pulled over | B．stepped down | C．looked up | D．turned off |
| A．greeted | B．flowed | C．reached | D．towered |
| A．admit | B．fill | C．control | D．read |
| A．amazement | B．curiosity | C．amusement | D．confusion |
| A．pushed | B．moved | C．swung | D．bathed |
| A．Doubts | B．Ideas | C．Questions | D．Requests |
| A．signal | B．symbol | C．symptom | D．sign |
| A．Each | B．Some | C．One | D．That |
| A．surely | B．barely | C．mostly | D．instantly |
| A．beginning | B．intention | C．ending | D．absence |
| A．set off | B．worked out | C．set down | D．worked at |
| A．Later | B．Better | C．Happier | D．Harder |
