Leo and Alex were close friends. They had been friends since childhood, sharing countless memories, and growing up side by side. They were as close as siblings, sharing countless happy moments and supporting each other through thick and thin. However, one fateful day, a misunderstanding tore them apart, leaving their friendship in shreds.
Leo was a die-hard fan of the local football team, the Metropolis Eagles, while Alex was passionate about the city’s rival team, the Metrostars. Their differing loyalties often led to lively debates and friendly jokes, but it never affected their friendship. Until one fateful game day.
The Metropolis Eagles were playing against the Metrostars, and Leo and Alex were both determined to watch the game together. However, when the game got intense and the score was tied, Leo’s and Alex’s passions boiled over. Leo accused Alex of favoring the other team, while Alex felt Leo was being unreasonably stubborn. The argument escalated (升级) quickly, and words were exchanged that neither of them would soon forget. “You’ve gone too far. I don’t want to see you again,” thundered Leo. Both friends were left feeling hurt and disappointed.
The next day, there were heated discussions about the game, but Leo and Alex avoided each other like the plague (瘟疫). Leo deeply regretted what he had said and wanted to apologize, but pride got in the way. Weeks passed, and the silence between them grew deafening.
One day, while walking home from school, Leo came across a lost dog. He couldn’t help but notice the collar around the dog’s neck, with a tag that read “Alex’s Best Friend.” Leo realized this dog was Alex’s.
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At that moment, Leo was in a difficult position.
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With a deep breath, Leo knocked on Alex’s door.
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As I rushed out of the office, thoughts of bills and responsibilities clouded my mind. The weight of the month's financial struggles pressed heavily on my shoulders. I had two hungry mouths to feed, and the absence of a paycheck only added to the stress. Coming home late from work, I hurried to collect my two children, since they were already waiting for me.
As I walked through the busy streets, my heart sank when I received the news—no salary again. Panic set in. How would I manage the mounting bills, the groceries and my children's needs? The future seemed hopeless. With a heavy heart, I turned toward the school, my mind racing through desperate calculations.
That's when I saw it—a wallet lying on the sidewalk. It was as if fate had given me a lifeline. Hope rose within me as I approached it. The wallet was large, and when I opened it, my eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of a substantial amount of cash neatly put inside. I hesitated for a moment, torn between the immediate relief this money promised and the morality of keeping it.
Curiosity led me to dig in the wallet, but the only other things it contained were a worn-out photo and a business card. No matter how much I wanted to take the contents, my moral principles and inner voice told me not to do this. The decision became clear: I couldn't keep this money. It wasn't rightfully mine.
I went through the wallet and picked out the business card. The name and number were there. With a deep breath, I dialed the number and explained my find to the voice on the other end. The voice was completely emotionless, saying that he would stop by. This made me a bit annoyed. At some point, I even regretted my decision, but my conscience did not allow me to go back on my choice. I had told the voice where the wallet could be picked up and went to get my children.
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Shortly after we arrived home, a large black car pulled up to our house.
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Mary was fond of outdoor activities, especially the beauty of nature. She would often spend her weekends hiking, biking, or simply taking long walks in the countryside. She had a group of close friends who shared the same enthusiasm for the outdoors.
One day, while enjoying a cup of coffee at a local cafe, Mary’s friend Jenny approached her with an exciting idea. “Mary, have you ever thought about stargazing (观星) in the wilderness?” Jenny asked, her eyes shining with excitement. Mary’s eyes widened, and a smile spread across her face. “Stargazing? That sounds incredible! Count me in,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with expectation.
The plan was set for a cool evening when the sky would be at its clearest. As the day turned into night, the two friends gathered their warmest clothes, packed some snacks and hot chocolate, and set off on their adventure. They began their journey from Mary’s house.
As they walked hand in hand, their breath turned into misty clouds in the cool night air. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, casting a darkness on their path. But instead of feeling scared, they felt a rush of excitement washing over them. The stillness of the night, broken only by the soft whispers of the wind, brought a newfound peace to their mind.
They walked through the streets, little by little, the city lights faded, and the stars above became increasingly obvious. They couldn’t help but feel amazed by the countless stars that decorated the sky. They decided not to choose the well-known path and wandered deeper into the wilderness. Fireflies (萤火虫) danced gracefully, lighting up the night sky.
Mary’s eyes widened with childlike wonder as she watched the tiny creatures create their magical light show. Absorbed in chats and laughter, they failed to notice when the familiar sights started to disappear, slowly getting swallowed by the tall trees of the forest.
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(2)请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Suddenly, Mary’s heart skipped a beat as she realized they had lost their way.
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Determined, the two friends set off, guided by the light of the North Star.
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4 . In our family, the presents we gave one another were almost always homemade. I thought that was the definition of a gift: something you made for someone else. We made all our Christmas gifts: piggy banks from old bottles, and puppets from retired socks. It didn’t seem like a hardship to me; it was something special.
My father loves wild strawberries, so for Father’s Day my mother would almost always make him strawberry cakes. While we kids were responsible for the berries, we each got an old jar and spent the Saturday before the celebration in the fields, filling it as more ended up in our mouths. Finally, we returned home and poured them out on the kitchen table to sort out the bugs. I’m sure we missed some, but Dad never mentioned the extra protein.
In fact, he thought that was the best possible present, or so he had us convinced. It was a gift that could never be bought. As children raised by strawberries, we were probably unaware that the gift of berries was from the fields themselves, not from us. Our gift was time, attention, care and “red” fingers.
Gifts from the earth or from each other establish a particular relationship, a duty of sorts to give, to receive, and to exchange. The field gave to us, we gave to my dad, and we tried to give back to the strawberries. When the berry season was done, the plants would send out its red runners to make new plants. So I would weed out little fields of ground where the runners touched down. Sure enough, tiny little roots would emerge from the runner and by the end of the season there were even more plants, ready to bloom under the next strawberry season. No person taught us this — the strawberries showed us. Because they had given us a gift, an ongoing relationship opened between us.
1. What is the author’s belief about a gift?| A．It should be practical and valuable. | B．It should be luxurious and special. |
| C．It should be purchased from a store. | D．It should be made with personal effort. |
| A．Making strawberry cakes. | B．Finding the sweetest strawberries. |
| C．Going strawberry picking. | D．Baking strawberry cookies. |
| A．Making homemade gifts for her father. |
| B．Devoting time and attention to the plant. |
| C．Waiting for the strawberries to get ripe again. |
| D．Searching for fields for the plants to take roots. |
| A．How to cook with strawberries. |
| B．The importance of giving and receiving. |
| C．How to cherish homemade gifts. |
| D．The procedure of growing strawberries. |
5 . I arrived in Lunenburg three weeks ago. It took a while to get
Lunenburg only really has one community. Most of the
So far, I have made friends with a couple called John and Mary. They both have relatives who worked on the fishing trade,
Fishing became a key part of Lunenburg in the mid-19th century. Because it
John told me that many of the folk songs he learnt as a
There is plenty more history to learn about this unique town.
1.| A．subjected | B．accustomed | C．connected | D．devoted |
| A．traditional | B．fashionable | C．international | D．reasonable |
| A．seriously | B．accidentally | C．specifically | D．temporarily |
| A．preserved | B．persuaded | C．secured | D．selected |
| A．carefree | B．relaxing | C．outdated | D．modern |
| A．residents | B．citizens | C．fishermen | D．singers |
| A．working | B．aging | C．fishing | D．rising |
| A．submitted to | B．satisfied with | C．separated from | D．involved in |
| A．keeping up with | B．going away from | C．tracing back to | D．living up to |
| A．follows | B．blocks | C．faces | D．guides |
| A．control | B．oversee | C．undergo | D．mend |
| A．nationalities | B．soldiers | C．artists | D．tourists |
| A．student | B．soloist | C．composer | D．child |
| A．sense | B．taste | C．memory | D．luck |
| A．festival | B．concert | C．counter | D．court |
In the first grade in senior high school, I was extremely shy, I had friends, but it just wasn’t in my personality to be very outgoing, even when I knew someone. I was afraid I would do or say something wrong, so usually I just smiled and listened to other people’s conversations.
I did well in school and I loved to write. However, I would escape into my writing, where I could be myself and never had to worry about what other people thought of me. In my stories, I was never shy, I often imagined that I was the main character in the story. My teacher, Mrs. Sather, always encouraged me to write more and be myself. She told our class to go after our dreams and dig in with great efforts. I thoughts he was one of the first people to see my inner strength.
One day, she showed us a play she had written and announccd that our class was going to perform it. “I’ll begin to choose all the performers tomorrow” she said, “I need someone who is not afraid to be onstage in front of a lot of people to play the lead part of Dorothy. Anybody wants to try?” A few excited hands shot up -mine, of course, was not one of them and Mrs. Sather smiled. “We’ll talk more about it later,” she said. Then the bell rang and my classmates slowly left the classroom.
“I will never do that,” I thought. But after rereading the play, I was deeply attracted by the story and couldn’t help imagining myself to be the main character Dorothy. There seemed to be a new person inside me, a much more daring, outgoing person who had been hidden all along, just waiting for the opportunity to appear. However, I still felt shy and could never picture myself acting in a play in front of two hundred people. Having struggled for a few minutes, I still did not know how to make the decision.
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When I was packing my schoolbag, Mrs Sather asked me to go to her.
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One week later, it was time for me to perform on the stage.
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When I was little, I lived in a house with a beautiful garden full of all kinds of Bowers. There was nothing I enjoyed more than sitting in the garden with my mother reading stories to me. When I was old enough to read, I enjoyed reading stories aloud to her.
I would never forget one day when I was in the third grade. I bad 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 however easily I acted at home, the moment I stepped on stage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside, explaining that she had written a narrator’s (解说员) part to the play, and asked me to change roles. Her word, 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 after school that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden.
It was May and roses were blossoming and, under the trees, we could also see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) in the grass, as if a painter had painted our garden with red, yellow and green. 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.” “Yes, every flower is beautiful in its own way, isn’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 to me gently.
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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。
Para 1: “But you will be a beautiful narrator,” she said.
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Para 2: After the play, I took home the flower.
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8 . “The silence is killing me,” I thought as I locked my phone, hoping a new message would light up the screen. After 27 messages, two phone calls and a voicemail, I’d just sent my final text to the person who
We met in our freshman year and, since we
Over the past few years, the concept of “drawing boundaries” has
The
Sometimes it can feel
| A．tried | B．used | C．happened | D．promised |
| A．signed up for | B．looked forward to | C．took advantage of | D．kept up with |
| A．gradually | B．barely | C．routinely | D．finally |
| A．suggested | B．regretted | C．delayed | D．stopped |
| A．unforgettable | B．special | C．boring | D．painful |
| A．fragile | B．romantic | C．close | D．formal |
| A．comment | B．explanation | C．apology | D．complaint |
| A．Otherwise | B．Instead | C．Meanwhile | D．Therefore |
| A．letter | B．excuse | C．experience | D．silence |
| A．exploded | B．disappeared | C．survived | D．changed |
| A．hardly | B．permanently | C．accidentally | D．consistently |
| A．harmony | B．change | C．separation | D．competition |
| A．caused | B．required | C．persuaded | D．expected |
| A．effects | B．benefits | C．origins | D．characteristics |
| A．reduce | B．express | C．create | D．share |
| A．open-minded | B．objective | C．optimistic | D．twisted |
| A．disturb | B．impress | C．hurt | D．support |
| A．easier | B．stronger | C．calmer | D．warmer |
| A．cooperation | B．guidance | C．self-care | D．friendship |
| A．reminds | B．robs | C．convinces | D．warns |
9 . Seven years ago, I made a decision. I started a financial journey with my kids in the
Well, things started off beautifully. My kids were
Fast forward to today, my kids are
| A．formation | B．development | C．chance | D．hope |
| A．set up | B．take in | C．put aside | D．give off |
| A．tired | B．puzzled | C．surprised | D．excited |
| A．randomly | B．generously | C．anxiously | D．cautiously |
| A．return | B．bring | C．shelter | D．earn |
| A．never | B．often | C．always | D．sometimes |
| A．spending | B．calculating | C．explaining | D．following |
| A．establish | B．understand | C．reach | D．know |
| A．copying | B．comparing | C．linking | D．budgeting |
| A．even | B．generally | C．still | D．nearly |
| A．inspiration | B．confusion | C．consideration | D．suggestion |
| A．expected | B．experienced | C．analyzed | D．noticed |
| A．busier | B．richer | C．happier | D．wiser |
| A．comforted | B．encouraged | C．expected | D．forced |
| A．ability | B．enthusiasm | C．freedom | D．knowledge |
| A．delighted | B．bored | C．serious | D．satisfied |
| A．However | B．Therefore | C．Meanwhile | D．Thus |
| A．misunderstanding | B．weakness | C．carelessness | D．difficulty |
| A．benefited | B．differed | C．suffered | D．survived |
| A．break | B．begin | C．continue | D．complete |
10 . I couldn’t walk or speak until the age of 6. My brother and sister often made fun of me for being different and slow. My brother found it
She tried to get me enrolled in various
My life
At the time, I was physically
After a few months, with the
| A．exciting | B．new | C．normal | D．strange |
| A．ambitious | B．modest | C．stupid | D．tense |
| A．competitions | B．games | C．schools | D．trainings |
| A．disability | B．fault | C．mistake | D．worry |
| A．blessings | B．efforts | C．plans | D．wishes |
| A．began | B．managed | C．refused | D．struggled |
| A．attending | B．dropping | C．returning | D．switching |
| A．blew up | B．lifted off | C．turned around | D．went downwards |
| A．athletes | B．workers | C．students | D．painters |
| A．approached | B．greeted | C．invited | D．praised |
| A．addicted | B．ill | C．sensitive | D．weak |
| A．advice | B．message | C．support | D．warmth |
| A．barely | B．pleasantly | C．slightly | D．eventually |
| A．boring | B．difficult | C．timely | D．rewarding |
| A．designed | B．escaped | C．missed | D．updated |
| A．detailed | B．general | C．patient | D．practical |
| A．encouraged | B．allowed | C．requested | D．advised |
| A．crossed | B．grasped | C．broke | D．touched |
| A．absorbed | B．delighted | C．relieved | D．tired |
| A．attach | B．compare | C．devote | D．owe |
