Passage 1 （高二下·江苏宿迁·期末） “Maya, do you know what day it is today?” Ali asked. Maya, absorbed in her homework, replied, “It’s the 5th of December.” Then suddenly she exclaimed, “Ali, it’s Daddy’s birthday today!” “That’s exactly what I was about to tell you,” Ali responded with excitement. “How could we forget such a special day? How careless of us!” Maya blamed herself. “Maya, we haven’t planned anything yet. We don’t have much time!” Ali regretted. “It’s never too late, we still have time until dinner,” Maya comforted him. Both of them were filled with determination to make their dad’s birthday memorable. They decided to gather some funds and remembered they had been saving their pocket money to buy comic books. However, even after pooling their money, they realized it wasn’t enough. “Oh no, we can’t even afford a decent chocolate cake with this amount, let alone decorations,” Maya sighed in disappointment. “But remember sister, Daddy likes simplicity, so we should make it as simple as we can. Let’s decorate the room with balloons only and simply order creamy pasta, Daddy’s favourite,” Ali expressed his thoughts. “Hmm ... you are right. I am thinking of baking the cake ourselves,” added Maya. “Now let’s see what’s in the fridge and start working on our project for today.” That evening, their parents had to attend a tea party, leaving the kids with ample time to experiment in the kitchen. Maya felt a bit nervous, but Ali encouraged her. “Dear sister, have confidence in yourself. This is our last option, and we don’t have any other choice. Trust me, baking a cake isn’t as difficult as it seems only if we are determined to.” 注意： 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。 With Ali’s motivation, they started the task like scientists in a lab. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As they just finished decorating the room, the doorbell rang. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 2 （高二下·浙江浙南·期末） “Did you write your thank-you notes?” I asked my son, Jon. “No, not yet, Mom,” Jon replied, rolling his eyes. He promised to do it when he got back from Kim's house. However, I demanded that he not leave the house until he finished writing a note to everyone he came in contact with during the job interview. “Even the receptionist who was rude to me?” Jon asked with a confused expression. “Especially her!” Jon was home on Christmas break from college and had just finished interviewing with his first-choice company in Cleveland, Ohio. It was a rare opportunity considering that jobs were in short supply. The power of a thank-you note is something I drilled into my boy from the time he was old enough to hold a pencil. It didn't matter if it was for a birthday, Christmas or graduation. Every gift had to be acknowledged with sincere gratitude within twenty-four hours. Growing up, my mom was a stickler for thank-you notes. But she phrased it in such a way that it came across not as a threat but as a privilege. She'd say, “Your words of sincere gratitude have the power to change someone's life for the better—even if it's just for a moment.” Her advice changed my life, and it was my hope that it would change Jon's life as well. After an hour, Jon emerged from his room and handed over eight thank-you notes. To my delight, they were all sincere and heartfelt, even the one to the receptionist who had been less than friendly. Before Jon left to visit Kim, he turned to me and announced that he was pretty sure a thank-you note to the CEO or the receptionist wasn't going to land him the job. With a smile, I told him to wait and see. Jon was twenty-one years old, and I felt foolish telling a grown man what to do, but I also didn't want him living in our basement for the rest of his life! 注意: 1. 续写词数应为150左右; 2. 请按如下格式作答。 A week later, Jon received a call from the company. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The next day after work, I found a thank-you note on my bedside table. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 3 （高二下·浙江衢州·期末） My fourth of July vacation began with a scream. “Tara!” I jumped, my eyelids snapping open. I realized that my four-year-old sister, Tammy, was staring down at me. I struggled to push her off me as she bounced on my legs. She screamed, and then ran out of my room. It was as if Tammy never did anything wrong. If Tammy got angry, Mom would say she was trying to get her point across. When Tammy broke a plate, Dad said she was just “helping” me empty the dishwasher. When Tammy scribbled (乱涂乱画) all over the wall, instead of scolding her, my parents chuckled and said, “She’s turning into an artist just like you, Tara.” We were flying to Utah to visit my grandma for the Fourth of July. Every year I draw Grandma a picture for her birthday, but I sighed as I considered about what picture I should draw this time. When we walked off the plane, I was relieved to see the smiling face of my grandma. We raced over to her. “Hi, sweetheart.” Grandma got down on one knee to hug Tammy and then swung her in the air. Tammy screamed with laughter. Then Grandma hugged me. “It’s so good to see you too, Tara.” After six hours of flight, I was exhausted—six hours of listening to Tammy scream with delight again and again and again. I wanted to be alone, so I went outside with my sketchbook and colored pencils. Looking at the scenery, I felt inspired to work on Grandma’s drawing. As I admired the shading on the mountains and the swirls of the sunset, I smiled to myself and thought, this is the best picture I have ever made. Before I finished my picture, Mom was calling me inside for dinner. When I walked back into the room, my heart stopped. Tammy was lying on the bed, scribbling on a piece of paper. When Tammy saw me frozen in the doorway, she jumped from the bed. She ran over to me and grinned. “I drew you a picture.” she shouted. “Out!” I screamed angrily, and she ran out of the room. I ran over to the bed. I picked up the paper, and it was just as I’d feared. My drawing had black scribbles all over it. 注意： 1. 续写词数应为150个左右; 2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Mom appeared in the doorway with Tammy by her side. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I gathered up the courage to walk over to Grandma. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 4 （高二下·安徽阜阳·期末） Truman’s parents were scientists, and he also wanted to be a scientist, so he was determined to be at the top of science subject. With only one week and one assignment to go before the summer holiday, Truman knew that to secure the top spot, his final report had to shine. The topic was beehives (蜂巢), a subject that Mrs. Lawrence, his teacher, had emphasized the need for a unique perspective to earn an A+. Truman opened the door to find his four-year-old brother, Bryan, who sat on the floor in the living room with paper tubes all over the floor. Bryan called, “Truman, help me build a city!” With a sigh, Truman replied, “I’m sorry, Bryan, but I have to write a report about beehives.” Stepping carefully between the scattered tubes, he went into his room, deep in thought about his project. Shortly after, Bryan appeared at the door, his eyes sparkling (发亮).“Truman, I know where there’s a beehive,” he said. Truman followed Bryan to the garage where they found a real beehive hidden among the firewood. Bending down, he removed the beehive from the wood. As Truman examined it closely, he was fascinated by the hexagonal (六边形的) structure of each cell. “Why the hexagon?” he thought. After dinner, Truman did the dishes. He glanced at the clock. If he didn’t think of something soon, his chance to get an A+ would be slim. As Truman turned around, he stepped on something. He hadn’t seen Bryan play with paper tubes behind him. “Get your tubes out of here, Bryan!” Truman said angrily. Bryan ran into the living room, crying. Truman sighed and gathered the paper tubes. Suddenly, he found that they were arranged with one in the middle and surrounded by six others. They reminded Truman of the beehive. The center tube formed a hexagon, just like the cells of the hive. Truman tried to use different numbers of tubes to surround the center tube, and then Truman got the new angle. But what else did he need to accompany his report? Maybe a model beehive! 注意： 1.续写词数应为 150个左右； 2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Thinking about this, Truman rushed into the living room, his heart pounding. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Bryan smiled and began picking out his tubes. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 5 （高二下·福建福州·期末） Grandfather was a wise and honorable man. His house was not far from ours, and I would visit him often going home after school. No matter how rotten I had been, I could tell Grandpa anything. My secrets were safe. Whenever there was a problem, he gave me the tools to fix it. I knew I would always find the best answer from him. He always understood. He loved me. I remember a time when a bunch of us were playing baseball in the field behind Mrs. Ferguson’s house. I hit one pitch just right and… slam! It was a home run that soared high and away, and ended up breaking Old Lady Ferguson’s kitchen window! We all ran! Walking home, my best friend, Tom, asked, "How will she ever know who did it? She’s blinder than a bat!” He had a point. I was afraid that Mrs. Ferguson would stay mad at me, so I ran. I didn’t know what she would do. I tried to calm down. However, my stomach was in knots. On the way home, I imagined that she was a mean witch (女巫) chasing me, and the further way I ran, the larger she grew… until finally she towered over the whole town, seeing my every move with an evil eye. Thoughts rushed through my mind. Would Mrs. Ferguson stay mad at me? Would she call police? Worse still, would she tell my parents. I couldn’t even imagine the disappointment on Mom and Dad’s face. They were hoping I would act honestly and in a responsible way. I decided to stop by Grandpa’s. I felt ashamed. I wanted to hide. I wanted to knock my head against a tree a thousand times and make the world just go away — as if punishing myself could undo things. But inside me a voice said: “I would tell everything to Grandpa.” “I was wrong,” I told him, with my head down. He must have known something was up by the expression on my face. He knew we had been warned many times about the dangers of playing where we shouldn’t. 注意： 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 he just listened while I continued talking. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Para 2: Hearing the decision, grandpa smiled. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 6 （高二下·江西九江·期末） It had been ten years since Mark last saw his mother, and he didn't remember the last time they spoke on the phone. While sitting at his office desk, working on an important assignment. he heard his phone ring. “Mom's 100th birthday,” the reminder on his phone read. “Oh, how can I forget her birthday again?” Mark shook his head as he turned the reminder alarm off. “I can't keep disappointing her like this.” He quickly finished his work and left the office without wasting another minute. On his way, he stopped at a bakery and bought his mother's favorite cheesecake. “My mother turned 100 today!” he cheered, telling the shopkeeper how happy he was. He also bought her balloons and a few gifts. Excited to see her after a decade, Mark drove towards his mother's house. Mark finally arrived at her house after driving for hours, but the house did not look the same anymore. The lights inside were all turned off, and the fence was covered in wild vines (藤) . It seemed like no one had been living in the house. Worried for his elderly mother, Mark entered the house, carefully walked towards the switchboard in the hallway and turned the switches on. A thick layer of dust had settled on the furniture. As he slowly walked towards the kitchen, a wave of regret engulfed (吞噬) him. Every corner of the house reminded him of missed opportunities to bond with his mother, listen to her stories, and learn about her feelings. “Where did she go?” he wondered. Searching for clues about his mother's whereabouts (行踪) , Mark found a dusty envelope on the kitchen counter. Curious, he opened it, pulling out a letter in his mother's handwriting. It turned out that his mother left her house a year ago because she felt lonely. She called a local retirement community and asked if she could join them. “I hope you can visit me before it's too late. I love you, my precious son! ” her letter said. As regret spread through every inch of his body, Mark quickly rushed out of the house and headed towards the retirement community. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Mom!” Mark rushed towards his mother and wrapped his arms around her. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 7 （高二下·山东德州·期末） Surprise (times two)! My friend Ollie has lived with his grandmother, Abuela, since he was a baby. Abuela is the kindest, smartest, funniest person imaginable! On the morning of Mother's Day, I invited them to my house for a party. “I love any kind of party if there's a cake!” Ollie said. “Of course.” I chuckled, “I made a card for my mom, but I still want to find some present to go with it”. Ollie also wanted to buy roses for Abuela, but everything is so expensive at the flower store that he can barely afford a leaf! Just then, our neighbor, Mrs. Nishikawa who was watering her garden, waved and called, “Good morning, kiddos!” Ollie waved back. “Good morning, Mrs. Nishikawa! Your garden is always so pretty.” “Oy! It's a mess.” She groaned. “My back has been acting up, and I haven't weeded for days.” Ollie and I were eager to offer help. Half an hour later, both of us had a big pile of weeds. Mrs. Nishikawa smiled and said we could choose whatever flowers we liked for Mother's day bouquets (花束). We clipped, arranged, and wrapped everything in big sheets of sparkly paper and string. Ollie and I both said that these look just as good as the ones at the store and even better. As we headed back with flowers in arms, we came up with a plan. Nobody would think to look in my bedroom closet, a perfect place to hide these, except my two cats. It was a good idea that at the exact right time, we would shout “Surprise!” and amaze everybody. But you know perfect plans don't always work out perfectly. Everybody elegantly sipped tea and not-so-elegantly gobbled cake. Then we took turns saying things we loved and appreciated about Abuela and my mom. Right when they were chatting, Ollie and I snuck (溜走) off to get our surprise. 注意： 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。 “NO!” I yelled as soon as our cats dashed out of the bedroom. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “How can you get so beautiful flowers?” Abuela and my mom asked. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 8 （高二下·山东东营·期末） It was the tail end of the depression (经济萧条), and things were tough. Mum struggled to raise us kids on her own in our small community of New Westminster. BC． My Dad had died five years earlier. There was not much money, so we went on relief, now called social assistance. Looking back, I realize what Mum went through sending us kids to school. Every morning she would fold and put a new piece of cardboard in our shoes, which were worn out. When we got home, Mum would have “French Toast” — deep-fried bread — ready for us. Rent was twenty-five dollars a month, but Mum couldn’t pay it, and we knew we would be forced to leave right after Christmas. These were hard and sad years, but we never complained. Christmas was approaching, and we were entitled to a twenty-five-dollar Christmas fund. It was four days before Christmas, and Mum said instead of buying food, she would use the money to pay back rent, assuring us all of a roof for a little while longer. She told us then there would be nothing for Christmas. Mum prayed for a special Christmas. Unknown to Mum, I had been selling Christmas trees and doing odd jobs to earn enough money to buy a new pair of boots. I knew exactly which boots I wanted. They were Top Genuine Pierre Paris and they had a price of twenty-three dollars. The big day came on the afternoon of Christmas Eve. Extremely thrilled, I hurried in the street. On the way, I noticed a house with Christmas lights and decorations. It was then that I realized that at our house, we had no lights, no decorations, nor any money for Christmas goodies. I knew then that we would have no turkey or ham for Christmas, and I felt upset. 注意： 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。 Paragraph 1: As I continued walking, I was feeling a strange sense of guilt. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Paragraph 2: With two full bags of groceries on the doorstep, I knocked on the door eagerly. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 9 （高二下·山东淄博·期末） It was a freezing November night, perfect for high school football. The harvest moon shone bright, illuminating the stadium as our team prepared for the semifinal round of the Championship Our goal was to reach the State Championship game in December. As the team captain, I felt the weight of the game on my shoulders. Playing in the championship game was something my dad did as a senior in high school. Hoping to make it happen was a far dream of mine. I wanted to do something my dad had done, but better. The game was fiercely contested, with both teams leaving their all on the field! Our team took an early lead, but the opponents quickly countered. In a desperate attempt at a two-point conversion with three seconds left, we failed and the final score stood at 19-16. The sound of the whistle echoing through the stadium L we realized our dream of reaching the finals was over. I had my chance and blew it. I completely messed it up I knew where my parents sat and hid my face from their seats. I couldn’t bear the disappointment in the eyes of the crowd. I couldn’t bear the thought of what my dad was thinking. I felt numb, mentally and physically exhaused. I didn’t want to speak to anyone. Wo cheerleaders, no coaches, not my teammates, and especially not my dad. I feared how the conversation would go. With my gear (比赛用具) in hand, I made my way off the field. I looked up into the stands where my parents once sat. All of the seats were empty. II guessed they had decided to leave early. Was it my failure that drove them away? I didn’t blame them; I was disappointed too. It is funny how the air can be cold, your body hot and your emotions frozen as a familiar sound falls on your ringing ears. It was a whistle (哨音). A familiar whistle. 注意： (1)续写词数应为150个左右; (2)请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Among thousands of cheers, I recognized that whistle. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Then Dad said something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 10 （高二下·河南焦作·期末） Gerry loved to read stories before bed. He was a good reader and had plenty of books that he could read to himself. Reading on his own was fun, but Gerry also liked listening to his parents read books aloud. That way he could hear the stories in the thick books that he wasn’t yet able to read. Meanwhile, the shared experience of storytelling created a warm and comforting atmosphere that stayed with him long after the tales ended. Gerry felt truly loved and cherished in those precious moments, surrounded by the magic of storytelling and the bond between parents and children. If you asked him who was a better reader, Gerry would say that he liked both his parents equally. That was true. He loved Mom and Dad both very much. But deep down, Gerry felt that Dad was just a little bit better at reading stories because he always made different voices for each character. Gerry thought that this made the books more exciting. But Dad wasn’t always home to read to Gerry before bedtime. Gerry’s dad worked for a big company that had offices all around the world, so Dad had to travel a lot. When he was gone, Gerry felt very sad. Mom still read books at night, but it wasn’t quite the same. Sometimes Gerry went to bed without a story at all, just to get to sleep faster and get that much closer to the day they would pick Dad up at the airport. Understanding Gerry’s feelings well, Mom made efforts to comfort Gerry during Dad’s absence. One night, Gerry felt sad because Dad was in London and would be there for two months. That was longer than any trips that came before. Just as Gerry was about to turn off the light switch and pull the covers up to his chin, Mom knocked on the door gently, “Gerry, I have a surprise for you.” Mom came into the room and handed Gerry her phone. Gerry was surprised. Normally Mom’s phone was off limits, and there was no screen time after supper. “Take a look,” Mom encouraged. 注意：1.续写词数应为150个左右; 2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Gerry took the phone and looked at the screen with curiosity. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Dad, can we meet on the phone every night?” asked Gerry eagerly. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 【答案】 Gerry took the phone and looked at the screen with curiosity. There was Dad! “Hi, Gerry!” Dad said. “Can you hear me all the way from Japan?” “Yes!” said Gerry. Something exciting happened. Dad held up a thick book with a dark blue cover. “Mom packed this book in my suitcase so I could still read you a story before bed. Would you like to hear it?” “Oh, yes!” said Gerry. With the phone propped up on the pillow, Gerry could hear Dad make all the different voices for the story’s characters. It was almost just as good as having Dad here in person. “Dad, can we meet on the phone every night?”asked Gerry eagerly. “Of course!” Dad said. And he turned the page to begin the next chapter of the story. From then on, Mom and Dad took turns to read stories to Gerry before bedtime, and Gerry felt very satisfied. Two months later, Dad returned from the business trip in London, bringing back more storybooks for Gerry. Gerry hugged his father tightly and excitedly said, “Finally, we can get rid of our phones. Tonight, you can sit next to my bed and read me stories.” Passage 11 （高二下·河南郑州·期末） I wrote my first poem. My mother read the little poem and began to cry out, “Buddy, I can’t believe it. What a wonderful poem!” My eyes twinkled when she poured out her praise. “What time will Dad be home?” I asked. I could hardly wait to show him, expecting the praise from an editor of Times. I spent the best part of that afternoon preparing for his arrival. First, I wrote the poem out to the best of my ability. Then I drew pictures to match this greatest poem. As seven o’clock drew near, I confidently placed it on my father’s plate on the dining room table, waiting for him to appreciate this wonderful poem of mine. That evening when my father burst in, his mood seemed even more thunderous than usual. An hour late for dinner, he did not sit down but circled the long dining room table with a drink in his hand, complaining non-stop about his employees. Under my steady stare, he paused and glared at his plate. There was an awful silence. “What’s this?” He reached for the paper and read it. Then he dropped the poem back on the table, saying, “Awful!” My eyes were getting wet. “Ben, Buddy is just a little boy. These are the first lines of poetry he’s ever produced. He needs encouragement,” my mother said. But my father disagreed, “Isn’t there enough terrible poetry in the world already? No law says Buddy has to become a poet.” They quarreled over it. I couldn’t stand it another second. I ran from the dining room, crying. A sad story, but you know, the family wounds healed (痊愈). My mother began talking to my father again. I even began writing poems again, though I seldom exposed them to my father. 注意： 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。 One day in my senior high school, my teacher Mrs. Brown advised me to take part in a poetry contest. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ After the success, I came to understand the true meaning of “awful”. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 12 （高二下·河南濮阳·期末） When you find someone made a mistake, which would you choose, being right or being nice? At ages five and eight, Bobby and I would spend our usual Saturday with Grandpa, cleaning his house. Grandpa was only in his late fifties. His own dad had died early, so he didn’t go to school but ran the family farm to raise his family. Because of that, his skills consisted of being able to sign his name, read his grandchildren’s names, and do simple sums in his head. Then I didn’t understand the poverty and limited opportunities Grandpa lived with. A little food was the only items in his small refrigerator. He worked as a night guard for several companies, and the highlight of his week was the reward he gave my brother and me for cleaning. After we were done, Grandpa would put on his only suit, and we’d head to town. As we walked, Grandpa would greet every person he met along the way. Everyone had a story to share, and Grandpa would stand quietly, always smiling, and listen with great appreciation. When we’d finally arrive at Grandpa’s favorite diner, the waitresses would all greet him as a long-lost elder. Bobby and I split an adult plate, and Grandpa either had a cup of soup or a cup of coffee, talking about how well we cleaned his place, telling anyone who would listen every step of every task we accomplished. Every waitress would make sure they came up to say “hi” to Grandpa and congratulate his grandkids on their work. It may have been a diner, but it was our another home. When dinner was over, the waitress would bring the check and slide it over to Grandpa. One day it was Gloria, and like always she bent close to him and told him the amount of the check (knowing that he couldn’t read the paper). Grandpa carefully dug into the pocket and brought out a broken coin purse. He carefully laid out the bills and coins. Then he gave Gloria a very very small tip. I was ashamed that he had got it wrong and that he—we—would be embarrassed. 注意：1．续写词数应为150个左右； 2．请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 I was about to say something to Grandpa when Gloria grabbed my hand. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The words “being nice” played over and over in my mind. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 13 （高二下·广东深圳·期末） Jim collapsed in a state of despondency upon the sofa. The impending celebration of the maternal anniversary, known as Mother’s Day, was fast approaching, and he found himself devoid of any gift to bestow upon her. "What avenue is available to me for the procurementof a present when my financial resources are non-existent?" he pondered with a sense of urgency. In a bid to alleviate his melancholy, Jim retrieved the daily journal of current events that was casually dispersed across the sofa. His attention was arrested by a prominent proclamation on the initial page. A nearby establishment for retail purposes was the progenitor of a competition. "Articulate the unique qualities that render your mother distinguished and stand a chance to acquire an uninhibited foray into our marketplace for her," the proclamation declared. "This presents a serendipitous opportunity!" Jim exclaimed inwardly. With alacrity, he proceeded to his chamber, clasping the journal in his grasp. From his study desk, he selected a writing utensil and an unmarked sheet of paper, and commenced to inscribe his thoughts. "Her maternal excellence surpasses that of all other mothers in the terrestrial sphere. She is perpetually in the act of preparing a repast for my scholastic sojourn, and never does she overlook the provision of a sweetmeat. She indulges my desire for tales by reading to me in the twilight hours, and with unwavering diligence, she ensures the sub-lethal inspection of my slumbering quarters for any lurking nocturnal visitants. Furthermore, she bestows the most affectionate embrace, yet with a considerate discretion when in the company of my comrades, who might ridicule such a display of familial affection." Jim was well-pleased with his composition. He transcribed it with meticulous care and sought an envelope and the necessary postal insignia from his paternal figure. With haste, he made his way to the receptacle for outgoing correspondence, his entry in hand, "Mother will revel in the unrestrained exploration of the marketplace," he mused. Jim dutifully monitored the mailbox for the arrival of his accolade. Time elapsed—a succession of days, then weeks. The eve of Mother’s Day arrived, and still, there was no communication regarding the outcome of the contest. "What am I to do at this juncture?" he questioned himself. A gift remained elusive, as did the prospect of a shopping extravaganza, and his financial status remained unchanged. He was compelled to devise an alternative. With his eyes tightly shut, his toes curled in concentration, and his mind racing, Jim exerted such intense effort in his contemplation that it induced a sensation of discomfort in his auditory organs. 注意： （1）所续短文的词数应为150左右； （2）续写部分分为两段，每段开头语已为你写好。 Suddenly he had an idea. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The next morning Jim handed his present to his mom. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 1 （高二下·河北承德·期末） I was shy when I was little. Kids, adults, pretty much everyone made me nervous. I was also what most teachers and parents would call a “good kid”. I followed the rules, got good grades in school and rarely questioned authority. But then one day, one single ride on a school bus changed all that. The school bus that day was crowded, hot, humid and smelly. Most of the other kids were busy with conversations, arguments and games. Only a few of my classmates were looking through the windows at the water filling the street. It was raining too hard. The road outside looked like a flooded stream. I sat alone as usual, speaking to no one. Suddenly I saw a kitty on the other side of the road. Poor cat, I thought. He was all wet and didn't seem to know where to go to get out of the rain. I wanted to go and get the kitty, but I knew that the bus driver, Mrs Foster, would never allow me off the bus.It was against the rules to even stand up. I would get in big trouble for trying to rescue a cat.I also thought that the other kids would laugh at the animal that was dripping wet. They would see his misery (悲惨) as their entertainment. I could see him shaking. His movements revealed a level of fear that I had never witnessed before. My heart was racing. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wanted to rush off the bus without asking permission, and pull the cat from the rain, and wrap it up in my warm jacket, But I also pictured getting into trouble before the cat could be saved, the other kids staring and laughing. I sat motionless, unable to act. I was sure that I heard his terrified meow. 注意: 1.续写词数应为150个左右; 2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Somehow, I managed to stand up, crying,“Mrs Foster!” ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mrs Foster grabbed the cat, returned to the bus, handed it to me, and asked how to handle it. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 2 （高二下·江苏徐州·期末） Garcia, a mother of two sons living in Los Banos, was home alone with them. She had vertigo (眩晕症). Her husband, who had already left for his construction job, couldn’t attend to them at home. Garcia often found it hard to take care of her two sons, Thomason, aged 7, and Andrew, 5. Fortunately, Garcia lived in a friendly community. Neighbors often came to check on them. Mrs. Mathew, Garcia’s next-door neighbour dropped most. One morning, when Karen Garcia awoke suddenly at 4 a. m., the room was spinning. She felt everything was turning. She had never experienced it before. Both of the kids were asleep. She took her vertigo medication, and it didn't work. She couldn’t keep it down, vomiting (呕吐) for hours. At exactly 7:00 a,m, the children woke up. Usually, by this time, their mother would already be up, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. But today, the house felt frightening still. The boys began their search, calling out softly at first, then louder when there was no response. They checked the kitchen, the living room, their parents' bedroom, and even the garden. Each empty room increased their fear and anxiety. They finally approached the bathroom. Pushing the door open, both boys froze in horror. Their mother lay on the floor, pale and unconscious. The kids were rather distraught (忧心如焚的), frantically trying to help her. Thomason called 911, and gave the dispatcher (调度员) the details in a trembling voice. Before long, a crew of emergency responders arrived at the scene. They quickly made out that Garcia was in medical distress and should be sent to hospital immediately. The atmosphere of the hospital was too much for the kids so they had better stay. Then came the problem: who would accompany them? At that time, Mrs. Mathew appeared, curious at all the mess. She offered to help at once. Watching the ambulance roaring away, they retraced indoors. 注意： 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。 Seeing the kids’ unsettled faces, Mrs. Mathew decided to do something.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Later that day, word came from the hospital that Garcia was out of danger.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 3 （高二下·江苏南通·期末） I was shy when I was thirteen. I was also what most teachers would call a “good kid.” I followed the rules and rarely questioned authority. But then one day, one single ride on a school bus changed all that. The school bus that day was crowded, hot and smelly. The windows were all rolled up—the driver’s order—it was simply raining too hard to have them down. My classmates were engaged in heated conversations and games. The driver had shouted at several kids who had been standing up in their seats and yelling. I sat alone as usual, speaking to no one. Over and over, I carefully wiped a small circle through the cloud on my window so that I could look outside. People raced here and there, grasping umbrellas or covering their heads with jackets. The bus stopped, waiting for an accident to clear. As I sat quietly, waiting and watching, I saw a kitty across the street on the other side of the road. He was all wet and didn’t seem to know how to get out of the rain. I wanted to go get the kitty, but I knew the bus driver, Mrs. Foster, would never allow me off the bus. It was against the rules to even stand up. I also thought if I pointed out the pitiful cat, the other kids would probably think that I was weird (奇怪的) , even weirder than they already thought I was. I didn’t want things to get any worse than they were. My window was cloudy again, and when I wiped it clear, I could see the kitty was struggling in what seemed to be a flooded river. He was now up to his neck in cold water, but his little front paws were holding on to the bars covering the storm drain (排水沟) . I saw absolute terror in his dark, round eyes. 注意： （1）续写词数应为150个左右； （2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Many thoughts raced through my mind. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Everyone stopped talking and looked at me, waiting. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 4 （高二下·江苏扬州·期末） I was shy when I was young — everyone made me nervous. I was also what most teachers and parents would call a “good kid”, following the rules, and rarely questioning authority. But then one day, one single ride on a school bus changed all that. The school bus that day was smelly and crowded. The windows were all rolled up by the bus driver’s orders — it was raining too hard outside. Most of the other kids were engaged in conversations and games. I sat alone as usual, speaking to no one. Over and over, I carefully wiped a small circle on my window so that I could watch outside. The bus stopped, waiting for an accident to be cleared. The driver, Mrs. Foster, was particularly tense that day and had yelled at several kids who had been standing up in their seats. As I sat quietly, I saw a little cat on the other side of the road. It was all wet and didn’t seem to know where to go. I wanted to help the cat, but the bus driver would never allow me off the bus. I would get into big trouble for trying to rescue a cat across a busy, rainy street. I also thought that if I pointed out the miserable cat, the other kids would probably think I was strange. I couldn’t bear that. My window was cloudy again, and when I wiped the window clear, I could see the cat was now struggling in running water and shaking. I saw absolute terror in its dark, round eyes. I felt like I was drowning along with the little cat, tears rolling down my cheeks. I wanted to rush off the bus without asking for permission to save the cat. But I also pictured the other kids staring at me. I sat still, unable to act. The bus began to move forward. I could see the cat panicked. I glanced around, but no one else seemed to have noticed. I hadn’t even realized that I was standing up. When Mrs. Foster yelled at me to sit down, I was shocked. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “No one is to leave this bus!” Mrs. Foster said seriously, rushing into the rain. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ |
