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2022届高三续写14篇范文背诵
(1)201902Z20浙江联盟第二次联考
A few minutes later, the shop owner came out. In his hand was a big bunch of flowers, so beautiful but so out of reach. Wearing a reassuring smile, the shop owner handed them to the poor boy. “How could I buy them with only one dime ” Bobby thought to himself and considered whether he should take them. The shop owner noticed his hesitation and said in a tender voice, “It’s a gift for your sincere love for your mother，so take it.” A quick,warm smile ran across Bobby’s face like a streak of sunshine. Blissfully, he expressed his gratitude and took them.
With the bunch of roses in his hands, Bobby walked out of the door and then broke into a run. Never before had anyone felt as content as he did at that moment, as he got such a beautiful gift for his beloved mother. Upon arriving home, he made a rush to his mother and giggled, “Merry Christmas, mom! I love you!” Tears blurring her eyes, she was overjoyed but still curious about how he made it. Hearing Bobby’s story, she was greatly moved. Warmth spread throughout their entire bodies despite the great cold.
(2)金华十校 橙子的故事
Immediately, he heard the master roaring, “John, leave the hall and there will be no orange for you this year.” Hearing these words, John felt his heart wildly broken. Under the gaze of the master, he managed to get back to his feet. Unwilling as he was, he knew he had to leave. Lowering his head down, he turned to the door and swiftly walked out of the hall. Back in the quiet dark room, he sat still on the bed for quite a while, totally blank in mind.
Then in came Little Elizabeth. She was a lovely little girl, with curly blonde hair resting on her shoulder and always wore a sweet smile. She approached John, and reached out her hand. “Here, John.Here is a gift for you!” In her hand rested something carefully wrapped in a handkerchief. Hesitantly, John picked it up and unwrapped it slowly. It was a big, juicy orange, all peeled and quartered. In the aroma of the orange, John raised his head, and suddenly realized what had happened: his little friends had shared their dear oranges with him. Tears began to well up in his eyes. This Christmas, not only did he receive an orange, but he tasted the sweetest fruit of friendship. (In memory of this, many years after he left the orphanage, he would send oranges to the children there as special Christmas gifts.)
(3)2019期中沙滩幽灵
“Let’s get out of here, Paula!” screamed Krin. Grabbing Paula’s hand, with his heart throbbing violently, Krin sprinted for the door immediately. They pulled the door handle anxiously, but to their disappointment, it was firmly stuck. They tried the window, but it was locked, too. (动作和心理描写）Never before had they experienced such a terrifying moment/ This was the first time that they had experienced such a scary moment. （评论说明这次经历的独一无二） They looked at each other, sweat seeping(渗透) through their shirts.（惊吓时的描写) After one agonizing(令人痛苦的) moment/After what seemed like hours/a century, a broken chair suddenly came into their sight. “ That’s it!” Lifting the chair above his head, Paula threw it to the window with all his might, which smashed the glass successfully.
Out they ran, all the way back to those wonderful umbrellas, beach chairs and crowds. They darted toward their parents, the sea winds roaring past them. The moment they spotted their parents, on whose faces anxiety was clearly written, (非限制性定语从句补充说明一些细节) they could hardly choke back their tears any more. They ran up to their parents and hugged them tight. It took them quite a long time to describe what had happened. After listening to their experience, the adults burst into laughter, “That must be the old house where ancient fishermen once lived!” Hearing this, Krin and Paula exchanged glances and finally broke into a grin. It was indeed a unique holiday!
(4)A smile cost nothing
One day he didn’t come to the restaurant. His absence surprised Kathy a bit, but soon she was occupied with busy work. From time to time she cast a glance at his usual place, but without the familiar face! Her worry built up and she was unable to concentrate. Finally came the time to get off work. She hurried to Charlie’s home, only to be told that he had died the night before after being in hospital for a week. A wave of sadness hit her and instantly tears blurred her eyes.
Several days after the funeral, Kathy received a very important-looking letter in the mail. It was from Charlie! Hands trembling, she tore open the envelope, in which were a photo of Charlie and a note with the words, “It is the frequent visits to the restaurant that comfort me most after my wife’s death. Thank you for your smiles. Keep smiling to your life.” Tears welled up again! She looked up into the sky, putting her palms together and murmuring, “I will. Thank you for having come into my life and made my life bright!”
(5)带草莓给妈妈吃
He stood up and started to get more and more wood until the sun was beginning to sink. Singing and whistling, George started to walk home, tired but cheerful. “Oh my sick mother would giggle like a kid when she tastes the delicious wild strawberries!” George thought to himself. The sunlight was about to fade away, leaving a golden outline for the clouds in the sky. With his heart pounding in his chest wildly, he picked up his pace. The heavy wood felt lighter than a balloon when he finally got home excitedly. He decided to put down wood first and then told his mother the good news.
Just as he had thrown down his wood, he heard his mother calling him from the next room. Leaving the wood and grabbing the strawberries, George rushed to his mother like an arrow. “Wild strawberries, Mom! I’ve got delicious wild strawberries!” he shouted in a trembling voice. His mother grinned, patting his shoulder mildly, who did giggle like a kid when George put strawberries into her mouth. After he saw that, a wave of joy washed over him and a contented smile spread across his sweaty face. “But dear, where’s your cap ” asked his mom. “Oh, I forget it by the riverside!” George’s cheeks blushed, “I’ll take you there some day momma. It’s really a nice place. ”
2017丽水卷
I watched as the spear took off. My heart quickened as I saw it continue to sail, drawing a beautiful curve in the blue sky. 30 yards，then 40 yards. As it went past 50-yard mark, it was still going. For a moment nothing was said. Then someone whispered, “Holy Cow!” and others began cheering. “51 yards!” then came the teacher’s astonished voice, making all the sounds fade into total silence. Nobody could believe what little Jack Jones had just done. Under the gaze of my classmates, I took the javelin[ d vl n]标枪back to the teacher. “Just keep it.’’ he said, still shaking his head in wonder. I nodded, straightening myself with excitement.
That night I took the javelin home with me. Holding it tightly, I stared at the skinny boy in the mirror and told myself I was definitely born for it. The next day I began practicing with it, and every day that summer I would throw it on the track and eventually my practice paid off. Now I am a professional javelin thrower. Looking back, I will never forget that afternoon，which enabled me to approach my own talent and gain my confidence. So I would say there is no such person with no talent. If you are still trapped in the worry, do not be depressed but let the thing go and try to challenge yourself right now, just like my first flying javelin in the azure[ (r)]蔚蓝色的 sky.
(7)雪人捣蛋鬼
Monday morning, looking out the window, we soon saw what we were waiting for. A bunch of fifth-grade bullies came up to our snowman and sneered wickedly. They must have assumed that it could be gone in seconds, as usual. NOT this time! We saw them taking their places on all sides, deciding who would go first, and pulling back their legs, ready to deliver strong kicks. But the minute their feet hit the hard ice block, sneers turned to surprises, then painful screams and then tears. If only you could see the look on their faces, the mess they created for themselves!
We felt sorry for them. But they were too funny as they jumped away holding their damaged feet. We started laughing and couldn’t stop. Could it be that the snowman was laughing too The excruciating[ k skru ie t ]极痛苦的/extreme pain those bullies felt that day surely taught them a lesson — even snow fights back! We could only hope that they wouldn’t be scared off by any snowman since the painful incident.
(8)2020年7月高考真题
A few minutes later, the bear headed back to our camp. With great rage, the bear roared and tried to tear down the fence with all his might. I gathered up my courage and tried to spray him again. Unfortunately, he managed to escape and my heart froze in my chest. At this moment, Elli came up with a crazy idea and threw our garlic bread at the bear. To my great surprise, the bear stopped and bowed down to eat the bread. Seeing this, all of us let out a sigh of relief. Before long, however, the hungry bear finished eating and then pushed the fence again. The fence was about to fall down!
At the very moment, the helicopter arrived. Shocked by the noises, the bear stopped and turned around. Seeing the people equipped with guns, he ran away and disappeared in the woods as if he knew who they were. We finally got our breath and Elli and I embraced tightly with still racing heart. After we calmed down, the locals told us that the bears were losing their homes and food because of human activities and climate changes. On the way back home, I checked the precious pictures in the camera, lost in thought. This experience would be remembered, forever.
(9)2021年1月高考真题
It was five or six minutes though it felt much longer. Despite my unwillingness to admit it, I had made the most shameful and stupid mistake ever. I had no choice but to beg Jason to help me. He tried to pull the pumpkin desperately, which only turned out in vain. Finally, he decided to use a knife to break the pumpkin. Though he tried very cautiously and I didn’t get hurt actually, I felt unbearable fear crossing my mind, beads of sweat popping out on my forehead. Much to my dismay, my dad and mom whispered, giggled, chuckled and finally burst into laughter.（细节描写细腻） After what seemed like a century, Jason managed to break the pumpkin. It was not until that I found a camera just in front of me. Worse still, my dad announced that the video would be shared online.（一二段衔接到位）
The video was posted the Monday before Halloween. Reading the comments of audience around the world, I felt extraordinarily awkward and I was eager to hide myself at home. The number of “likes” increasing rapidly, I eventually couldn't resist the temptation to watch it myself.（写得好，与下文衔接） So funny was that video that I couldn’t stop laughing. With the video gaining more and more popularity, I felt a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction. Just at that moment, Jason tapped on my shoulder and admitted that I was the winner this year, followed by the applause of my whole family, “I won’t save you another time!” he laughed. Interesting as it was, I would never try this stupid thing anymore!
(10)2020七彩阳光The story of Androcles and the Lion
He was sentenced to be torn by a lion in the public arena (竞技场). Sitting at the corner of arena, Androcles was overcome by a strong sense of fear and despair, with his heart beating wildly. When the lion was released from the cage, a thunderous applause burst out from the audience. “There is no way out!” He sighed deeply, the last gleam of light fading away in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Androcles stood up and walked to his enemy with slow and heavy steps. （73words）
However,the lion didn't act as most had imagined. No roaring, no fighting, not even a sign of anger. It seemed that the lion had forgotten its mission as a beast. “Go! Go! Eat him!” The audience kept yelling crazily. Much to their surprise, the lion wagged his great tail gently at Androcles and licked his feet. “It's you! My friend!” Androcles cried in relief. At the very moment, the lion carried him on his back, stormed out of the arena and disappeared in the distance. (77words)
(11)蚂蚁
Some of the ants I saw seemed to be eating something. What I really needed was a long-distance ant--- a runner, otherwise I would stand no chance of winning the challenge. Fortunately enough, soon my eyes locked on a big ant that was carrying a long blade of grass. Mom reminded me that the clock started to tick. I crawled to follow the ant while he struggled up and around. Whenever he was near the tiny hole around the corner, my heart missed a beat. What if he disappeared into the nearest hole But believe it or not, this time, I was favored by luck.
I heard Mom’s timer ring and then “You win, sweetie,” she said. But curiosity glued my eyes to the ant. When he was approaching a crack, he turned and climbed back onto the concrete, seeking another possible route. How clever the ant was! Time really flies when you are absorbed in something interesting. The rest of my summer days were filled with more fun activities from planting sunflowers along the fence to observing birds in our backyard. I hardly thought of my cellphone, which lay still in the back of my desk drawer. Nor did I raise that silly question “What can I do” again!
(12)
At first, I felt a sudden independence and victory. I sneered and was turning to run away when I noticed that Sabrina struggled to her feet, but failed. Instinct taking over, I thought I must do something. Taking a deep breath, I practically raced down the stairs and touched her shoulder. “Can I help ” I asked gently. “I cannot walk.” she moaned through labored breaths. Then she looked up, her eyes misted with tears. Instantly, I helped her into a standing position, put her arm around my shoulder. At that moment, she lowered a bit of her body, trying to hide her inner embarrassment. I patted her shoulder, and together we hobbled to the nurse's office.
Sabrina never harassed me after that. We never became friends, but from that moment at the foot of the stairs, I was convinced that I had earned her respect. She still hated being on my team in gym class and flared up sometimes, but things were different. Her best friend would still pick on me occasionally, but Sabrina would shake her head and quietly say, “Leave her alone.” And always she would.
(13)溜冰
Then she put his hands on the back of the chair. Craig enquiringly cast Riley a look, not knowing what the chair was for. ‘It helps you skate steadily. Have a try!’ Craig cautiously set his foot on the ice, pushing the chair forward with strong doubt and slight fear. Raising his eyes, he glanced around the lake, which seemed broad and its edge was blurred with mist. As he moved forward, he felt his hands tightly glued to the chair, limbs stiff and cold. Frustrated, Craig pushed the chair aside and exclaimed, “Not like flying! It’s like being led by an old horse!” Riley dropped her head, staring at her skates. Suddenly, a brilliant idea sparkled in her brain. She waved her hand for Liz.
After a while, each girl took one of Craig’s hands. And off they went. They skated so fast that he felt the wind gently blowing past him and the trees along the lake banks flashing by. The white wilderness gradually transformed into a massive patch of white cloud while the lake reflecting the the sky dreamily melted with the sky itself. Craig stretched his arms freely in the air, totally immersed in the beauty of nature. For a moment, the thought of skating slipped away, and in its place was cheerful surge of relaxation, telling him that he was actually “flying”. As they stopped, Craig was surprised to find himself on land. Amazed at the experience, he looked into Riley’s eyes, and proudly claimed, “I can fly, too!”
(14)Killer whale
Tonya was five hundred meters away out in the sea. A big wave came and crashed onto her, swallowing her. She struggled to come up from under the water, only to find her lifejacket gone. “Help! Anyone help!” She yelled at the top of her voice but heard nothing in response except the roaring waves. All of a sudden, she caught sight of a giant dark fish-like creature moving swiftly towards her. “ A shark!” Tonya froze. “I will be killed!” The next moment, another giant wave hit her unconscious.
Jack was walking along the beach and suddenly he spotted something like a tiny boat moving towards the beach. “Maybe someone has picked up Tonya!” He was expecting a miracle to fall upon Tonya. “Oh, no, it wasn’t a boat. It was Lucky—the injured killer whale we had rescued!” “Why is it here ” Before Jack figured out what was happening, another killer whale came out of nowhere, holding up a person high in the air! “ It’s Tonya!”
(15)拯救喧鸻
“Dad, I am not going,” I said. These words slipped out of my lips before I realized what I was saying - I was giving up such a great chance! “What ” Dad asked in astonishment, “Are you serous You've been looking forward to the balloon festival for a long time. Tell me why.” I faltered for a moment, my mind racing, but soon I said firmly again, “I am not going. I'll stay here for these eggs of the killdeer, because they can be crashed by cars!” I pointed to the nest as I explained to Dad. Slowly, with a nod of approval, Dad drove the truck near the clutch of eggs and we together asked other drivers to stop one by one in a circle to protect them.
Soon a ring of vehicles surrounded the nest. “No one can do harm to them now,” I said in relief. “Maybe we should find a better place for them.” suggested the old woman. Nest in hands, we approached the lake where tall trees stood with the killdeer flying above us, as if leading the way for us. When everything was finally done, we all let out a sigh in relief and a sense of achievement filled me. “Well done, son!” pride was written on my dad's face, “you've taught me how to spend a more meaningful and fun balloon festival.”
1
Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his backyard in the snow. Bobby didn’t wear boots; or rather, he didn’t own any.The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.
Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. Try as he might(不管他怎么努力), he could not come up with an idea for his mother’s Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought, “This is useless. Even if I do come up with an idea, I don’t have any money for a gift.”
Wiping tears from his eyes, Bobby started walking down to the street where the shops were. It wasn’t easy being six without a father, particularly when he needed a man to talk to.
Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful but so out of reach. It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer(微光) of the setting sun’s rays reflecting on something on the roadside. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime(一角硬币)．
Never before had anyone felt as wealthy as Bobby did at that moment. As he held his newly-found treasure, warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store.His excitement quickly turned cold when the salesperson told him that he could not buy anything with only a dime.
He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother’s Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at Bobby and his one dime offering.Then he put his hand on Bobby’s shoulder, saying，“You just wait here and I’ll see what I can do for you.” As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls loved flowers.
2
Christmas was the one day of the year when the children did not work and received a gift. A gift for each child-something to call their own. This special gift was an orange. John had been in the orphanage(孤儿院)long enough to look forward with delight and expectations of this special day of Christmas and to the orange he would receive. In Old England, and to John and his orphan friends, an orange was a rare and special gift. It had an unusual aroma(芳香)of something they smelled only at Christmas. The children prized it so much that they kept it for several days, weeks, and even months-protecting it, smelling it, touching it and loving it. Usually they tried to taste and preserve it for so long that it often rotted before they ever peeled(剥皮)it to enjoy the sweet juice.
John usually slept with his next to his pillow. He would put it right by his nose and smell of its goodness, holding it gently and carefully as not to bruise(擦伤)it. He would dream of children all over the world smelling the sweet aroma of oranges. It gave him security and a sense of well being, hope and dreams of a future filled with good food and a life different from this poor existence.
This year John was overjoyed by the Christmas season. He was becoming a man. He knew he was becoming stronger and soon he would be old enough to leave. He was excited by this anticipation and excited about Christmas. He would save his orange until his birthday in July. If he preserved it very carefully, kept it cool and did not drop it, he might be able to eat it on his birthday.
Christmas day finally came. The children were so excited as they entered the big dining hall. John could smell the unusual aroma of meat. In his excitement and because of his oversized feet, he tripped, causing much noise among other children.
3
It's a perfect family summer seaside holiday. Occasionally, some white clouds floated across the blue sky. The sandy beach was soft and comfortable. The water was glistening in the morning sunlight and the surf was cool on their feet as Krin and Paula leisurely walked along the water edge. The brother and sister began to make some sandcastles. Not far away, mother sat under a big umbrella, reading a book with a bottle of lemonade in her hand. Father was busy exchanging a few words of greetings with the strangers he met on the beach.
Suddenly, Krin spotted some pieces of seashells lying scattered on the picturesque beach and small holes stretching along it where the crabs had hidden. He immediately invited Paula to collect shells and search the holes together with him. They were having a ball exploring what appeared to be a never-ending beach.
After a while, they stopped and looked back. Their parents and the umbrellas, beach chairs and crowds were a long way off. But just ahead, hidden amongst sea grape trees stood run-down house that seemed to be out of repair for years. It appeared to be unoccupied. Curious, they went to investigate.
The front steps to the doorway of the house creaked(嘎吱作响) as they carefully climbed up them, so did the porch when they stepped onto it. The dusty windows and porch railing(门廊栏杆) were badly weathered and broken. The front door was half open so they squeezed through and cautiously entered. The place was in a total mess, covered with dust, sand, dead leaves, and overturned furniture. They'd taken but a few steps when the door unexpectedly slammed shut behind them.
Scared, Krin and Paula were frozen to the spot. But before they could even utter something like "Oh-oh," the windows abruptly closed, too. And if this wasn't scary enough, the stairs to the second floor creaked loudly. When a light in the back bedroom flickered(摇曳), that was absolutely the final straw.
Para. 1 "Let's get out of here, Paula!" screamed Krin.
Para. 2 Out they ran, all the way back to those wonderful umbrellas, beach chairs, and crowds.
4
The cost of a smile
Kathy was a young woman in her 20’s who worked in a small restaurant as a waitress. One day, as she went about her shift with her usual angry look, a kind old man walked in and sat down at the counter. He read the menu and politely told her what he wanted.
Kathy took his order and yelled, “Your food will be ready soon.” As she turned to leave, the man said, “A smile costs nothing.” Kathy rolled her eyes at him and walked away.
She brought his order, cleared his plates, and gave him the bill, for which he left a nice tip.
Each time the old man saw her, he smiled and thanked her. This only made her angrier.
A week went by, and every day the man came for lunch and the same thing happened. And each time Kathy took his order he would say, “A smile cots nothing.”
But a week later, Kathy picked up a menu, wrote the words “I SMILE…$ 20” at the bottom, and placed it on the counter for the kind old man to see.
He came, and Kathy waited for his reaction as he read the menu. The old man ordered his usual and added, “…and a smile, if you don’t mind.” Kathy was so surprised. She laughed out loud, “Now, now…” The man jokingly scolded. “I ordered a smile, not a laugh.” So Kathy put on a bright smile and said, “Coming right up, sir.” And to her surprise, he left $ 20 tip!
A few years went by, and the two bonded like family. Charlie, the kind old man, was a retired manager whose wife passed away long ago. He spent most of his time at home, with the exception of his frequent restaurant visits. Every day Kathy spent her break talking to him.
Paragraph 1:
One day he didn’t come to the restaurant.
Paragraph 2:
Several days after the funeral, Kathy received a very-important looking letter in the mail.
5
George's mother was very poor and was sick. Instead of having bright fires in winter, she had nothing to burn but dry sticks, which George picked up from under the trees.
One fine day in July, his sick mother sent him to the woods. He was to stay there all day, to get as much wood as he could collect. It was a bright, sunny day, and George worked very hard, so by the time the sun was high, he was hot, and wished for a cool place where he might rest and have his meal. While he hunted for a spot on the bank he saw among the grass some fine, wild strawberries.
“How good these will be with my bread and butter!” thought George. Lining his cap with leaves(在他的帽子镶上树叶), he set to work eagerly to gather all he could find, and then seated himself by the river.
It was a pleasant place, and George felt happy and contented. He thought how much his sick mother would like to see him there, and to be there herself, instead of in her dark room in the village.
George thought of all this, and just as he was lifting the first strawberry to his mouth, he said to himself, “How much Mum would like these!” So he stopped, and put the strawberry back again “Shall I save them for her ” he said, thinking how much they would refresh her, yet still looking at them with a longing eye.
“I will eat half, and take the other half to her,” he said at last, and he divided them into two heaps (堆). But each heap looked so small that he put them together again.
“I will only taste one.” he thought. As he again lifted it to his mouth, he saw that he had taken the finest and he put it back. “I will keep them all for her.” he said with great happiness, and he covered them up nicely to take them home.
Para.1 He stood up and started to get more and more wood until the sun was beginning to sink.
Para.2 Just as he had thrown down his wood, he heard his mother calling him from the next room.
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If there is one thing I can't stand people saying, it is “I am not good at anything.. I don’t have any talent.” I just don’t buy that at all. To me, everyone has at least one talent, and while it sometimes takes you a lifetime to find, it does exist. There was a time when I didn’t believe that. What changed my mind was a seemingly small event that took place in 1953.
At that time I was a high school student. I was a funny-looking skinny boy named Jack Jones who weighed barely 10 pounds. I was a good student, but as far as 1 was concerned, in just about every other department I was a loser. I wanted to fit in, to be someone and do something well. But I hadn't found anything I was good at. One sunny afternoon, our gym class went out to the school's running track. The teacher taught us all various track and field events. I was a loser in all of them. Then came the javelin（标枪）. Suddenly, something inside me began saying, “Try it! Try it!” I had to wait my turn, though, because several others wanted a try at the javelin too. Shy and scared, I watched them, trying not to look too eager. Finally, when everyone had had a chance to throw -- the best throw going about 30 yards -I looked at the teacher.
“Hey, Jack. you want to try "he asked.
Embarrassed, I looked down, but managed to nod my head.
“Well, come on then,” he said impatiently, and handed me the javelin. Behind me I could hear some of my classmates laughing. As I grasped the javelin in my hand, I was seized with a strange feeling -- a new-found excitement. For some crazy reason, I was relaxed over what I was about to do, even though I’d never done it before. I raised the javelin over my head, took six quick steps and let the thing go. The same voice (that had urged me into throwing it), now told me it was a good throw.
Para.1 I watched as the spear took off. My heart quickened
Para.2 That night I took the javelin home with me.
7
One winter Sunday, my little sister, Colleen, and I built the greatest snowman ever. We gave him a traditional carrot nose, cool hat, comfortable scarf and gloves on the end of his stick arms. He was a masterpiece.
The next morning when looking outside, we smiled lovingly at him over our meal. We gave him a high-five as we passed by on our way to school. A lot of kids went past our house, so he was the hot topic at our school that morning. My sister and I generously shared our professional snowman-building techniques and suggestions with our classmates. We felt as if we were celebrities and we enjoyed the feeling.
The day dragged on until finally we could rush home. But as our yard came into sight, we saw something wasn‘t right. The snowman was gone! We only found a broken stick here, a torn glove there and balls of snow everywhere. Worst of all, the snowman’s once-proud carrot nose lay limp(无力的) and half-eaten.
What had happened We were both astonished and angry. But then, we were only kids, who wouldn‘t have anything taking away our happiness. Actually we knew only one thing: Our snowman would rise again. And so we rebuilt him.
The next day we came home to find another mess on the front lawn. For the rest of the week, the destruction was repeated daily. Each afternoon we’d return to find our snowman fallen apart, and then we would build him up again.
8
One fall，my wife Elli and I had a single goal:to photograph polar bears. We were staying at a research camp outside “the polar bear capital of the world”-the town of Churchill in Manitoba，Canada.
Taking pictures of polar bears is amazing but also dangerous. Polar bears-like all wild animals-should be photographed from a safe distance. When I'm face to face with a polar bear，I like it to be through a camera with a telephoto lens. But sometimes，that is easier said than done. This was one of those times.
As Elli and I cooked dinner，a young male polar bear who was playing in a nearby lake sniffed，and smelled our garlic bread.
The hungry bear followed his nose to our camp，which was surrounded by a high wire fence. He pulled and bit the wire. He stood on his back legs and pushed at the wooden fence posts.
Terrified，Elli and I tried all the bear defense actions we knew. We yelled at the bear，hit pots hard，and fired blank shotgun shells into the air. Sometimes loud noises like these will scare bears off. Not this polar bear though-he just kept trying to tear down the fence with his massive paws(爪子).
I radioed the camp manager for help. He told me a helicopter was on its way，but it would be 30 minutes before it arrived. Making the best of this close encounter(相遇)，I took some pictures of the bear.
Elli and I feared the fence wouldn't last through 30 more minutes of the bear's punishment. The camp manager suggested I use pepper spray. The spray burns the bears' eyes，but doesn't hurt them. So I approached our uninvited guest slowly and，through the fence，sprayed him in the face. With an angry roar(吼叫)，the bear ran to the lake to wash his eyes.
9
Pumpkin (南瓜）carving at Halloween is a family tradition. We visit a local farm every October. In the pumpkin field, I compete with my three brothers and sister to seek out the biggest pumpkin. My dad has a rule that we have to carry our pumpkins back home, and as the eldest child I have an advantage — I carried an 85-pounder back last year.
This year, it was hard to tell whether my prize or the one chosen by my 14-year-old brother, Jason, was the winner. Unfortunately we forgot to weigh them before taking out their insides, but I was determined to prove my point. All of us were hard at work at the kitchen table, with my mom filming the annual event. I’m unsure now why I thought forcing my head inside the pumpkin would settle the matter, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time.
With the pumpkin resting on the table, hole uppermost, I bent over and pressed my head against the opening. At first I got jammed just above my eyes and then, as I went on with my task, unwilling to quit, my nose briefly prevented entry. Finally I managed to put my whole head into it, like a cork (软木塞) forced into a bottle. I was able to straighten up with the huge pumpkin resting on my shoulders.
My excitement was short-lived. The pumpkin was heavy. “I’m going to set it down, now,” I said, and with Jason helping to support its weight, I bent back over the table to give it somewhere to rest. It was only when I tried to remove my head that I realized getting out was going to be less straightforward than getting in. When I pulled hard, my nose got in the way. I got into a panic as I pressed firmly against the table and moved my head around trying to find the right angle, but it was no use. “I can’t get it out!” I shouted, my voice sounding unnaturally loud in the enclosed space
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Once there was a slave named Androcles, who was so badly treated by his master that he resolved to run away from him. He therefore secretly left his master’s house and hid himself in a forest, some miles distant from the city.
After wandering about for some time, he came to a large cave, and overcome by hunger and tiredness, he lay down in it, and soon fell fast asleep.
He was suddenly awakened by the roar of a wild beast; a great lion stood right at the mouth of the cave. There was no way he could escape!
Androcles expected nothing else than to be at once torn to pieces, but to his great surprise, the lion came gently towards him, without showing any signs of anger. It gave forth a low and mournful (悲哀的) sound, as if it were begging for his assistance. As the lion approached him, he noticed that one of its feet was swollen.
He then went up to the lion, took hold of the wounded paw (爪子），and examined it as a surgeon would examine a patient. He was not long in finding out the cause of the swelling; for he saw in the ball of the foot a very large thorn (刺). The slave pulled out the thorn, and pressed out of the wound a quantity of matter, which gave the lion immediate relief.
Then, the lion began to show his gratitude by every means in his. power. He jumped about like a playful spaniel (西班牙猎犬），wagged his great tail, and licked the hands and feet of his physician. From that moment Androcles became his guest; the lion always shared his prey.
The slave continued to live like this for several months. At length, wandering carelessly through the woods, he was seized by a company of soldiers who were sent by the master to search for him.
11
The first week of my summer vacation was exciting, and my sense of freedom was so intense that it felt like I had to pack everything into that single week. The next week was a little calmer. But by the third week my two best friends had left for summer camp and my activities wound down into boredom. Getting up later each morning, I was spending more and more time with my cellphone and in front of the TV. That is when Mom reacted, declaring my phone and the TV off limits between 6:00 in the morning and 6:00 at night. It was shocking just to hear her say it.
In that first hour I felt I'd lost my senses of sight and hearing. The silence was numbing. I circled the house, going from room to room looking for something to do, asking myself what I can do What can I do What can I do When I encountered Mom in the kitchen, I asked her, too,“What can I do "
"That's up to you," she said without looking in my direction. Through the day I posed my question to her several more times, getting much the same result. Then late in the afternoon, while she was working at her computer. I dared to ask again. Instantly she swung around to look at me, and I could see that my question had a definite effect on her expression. She looked as though she had been shocked. Her jaws clenched, like she was holding her words between her teeth as they struggled to get out. She looked me straight in the eye, then smiled and said, “Well, are you up for a challenge ”
"Sure what "
"Your challenge is to follow the same ant for ten minutes,”
"What is so tough about that "
She smiled again. "You might be surprised."
Sometime later Mom stood beside me, timer(计时器) in hand. “I'll set the timer for ten minutes when you find your winning ant."
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Sabrina and I were in gym class together. I was quiet and kind. She was a bully (仗势欺人者). She and her friends enjoyed harassing (骚扰) me on a daily basis.
I was less than athletic. That day, we had played soccer. I not only embarrassed myself, I also made Sabrina mad--basically because she was on my team, and we didn’t win. So, in the shower, she threatened me! “I will meet you after class,” she sneered (讥笑).
Immediately class was over, I slid out the teacher’s entrance and ran to my locker where Susan, my older sister, was already waiting for me, so we could walk home together."
“What’s up with you ” she asked, noticing the look of panic in my eyes. “Sabrina!” I choked. “We lost the soccer game in gym and it was my fault.”
“Oh,” Susan simply stated. “well,” she said, “we will walk down Seventeenth South instead of Harrison. It's out of the way enough that Sabrina won't find us.”
Next day, in the maths classroom, Sabrina's best friend passed me a note that stated, "At lunch, you will pay for running away!” I didn't even look up, but I accidentally swallowed my gum and felt a severe pain in my chest. Mr. McKonkie excused me going to the nurse's office.
Walking down the hall, I felt a slight sense of relief and freedom. But suddenly someone hit me on the shoulder from behind. "You little chicken!” Sabrina's voice sneered. I didn’t turn around. I started running down the hall. I had no idea what she was going to do and I was extremely scared.
Sabrina was now rushing after me. At last, she caught up with me enough to kick the back of my legs, trying to knock me down. In a panic, I swung around to the stairs. Sabrina was so close to me by then that my sudden change in direction knocked her off balance and she fell down the stairs. I stood there watching her fall.
13
Craig watched his old sister, Riley, and her friend Liz race up and down the lake on their skates(冰鞋), avoiding other hockey (曲棍球) players. Their skate blade (刀片) looked like silver smoke. When the game was over, the girls skated up to the bench where Craig was sitting. Craig asked Riley what skating felt like.
“When I go really fast, I feel like I’m flying,” she said.
That’s silly, thought Craig. Flying is something birds do in the air, not something people do on ice skates.
Then he watched Riley go back out on the ice. She skated around and around the edge of the lake with her arms pumping and her scarf trailing behind her. Soon she went so fast that her arms looked like wings and her scarf looked like a feathery tail. Maybe skating really was like flying.
When Riley sat down to take her skates off, Craig said, “I wish I could fly.”
Riley retied her skate laces and crouched (蹲下) next to Craig. “Get on my back,” she said, and Craig did. Riley started skating, but Craig didn’t feel like he was flying. It just felt like a shaking piggyback ride.
“You’re too heavy,” Riley said. “I can’t go fast when I’m carrying you.” She skated slowly back to the bench. Craig got off her back. “Even if you could go fast, I wouldn’t be flying,” he said sadly. “I need skates to fly.”
Riley didn’t say anything on the walk home, but a few days later she asked Craig if he wanted to go skating.
“To watch ” he asked. “Not, to skate,” she said cheerfully. “Mom and I found a pair of my old skates. They might fit you.” The skates were a little big, but when Riley stuffed newspaper in the toes, they fit. Craig couldn’t stop smiling. He didn’t want to take them off, but he had to so he could walk to the lake. Riley and Liz went with him. They carried their hockey sticks and a wooden chair. Hardly had they got to the lake when Craig put his skates back on and Riley helped him onto the ice.
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The day of the balloon festival, I felt as light as a hot-air balloon. This year I wouldn't just be watching. I’d be riding in Mr. J.’s truck, following the flight of the balloon and meeting it when it came down.
It was a perfect day. Dad and I drove down the road, looped(环状绕行）the lake, and turned into the field that was being used as a parking area. Dad pointed to the lake. “That’s where you are to find the crew,” he said.
We came to a stop and I got out of the car.
And then I saw it, a white bird with black stripes, brown head, and skinny legs. It screeched(尖叫）and thrashed(拍打）in the dirt in front of the cars that were driving downhills. Its wings looked broken. Suddenly it shrieked(悲鸣）and flew off.
“Dad,” I called, but my father was watching the balloons.
“It’s a killdeer(北美喧鸻)I turned to see a silver-haired old woman. It has a nest here somewhere,” she said. “In the parking area ” I asked. She nodded firmly. “It was a nesting place before it became a parking area. No one told the killdeer about the balloon festival.”
“Jack!” Dad called. “Isn’t it time you went down to meet Mr. J. ”
“I have got to go.” I said. But the woman pointed with her walking stick. There, on the ground was a perfect clutch (窝) Of speckled eggs, looking like pebbles. They were almost in the path of cars, trucks, motorbikes and stomping feet.
Screech! The parent bird was back, its wing all twisted again. “Jack!” Dad called again. “The balloons are ready to launch.
“Dad! I am ...” A truck roared over the hill. Brakes screamed. Dust flew. “What’s the matter ” asked Dad angrily from the truck.
Paragraph 1：“Dad, I am going,”I said._
Paragraph 2: Soon a ring of vehicles surrounded the nest.

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