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阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。
Mom drank stories with her morning coffee, a warm soup of words mixed with paragraphs, commas (逗号), and periods. They came in various flavors and were all appetizing. Whenever I attempted to read aloud like Mom, however, no words dared to climb out. My world was silent, without a voice to call my own.
That silence invited jeers (嘲笑), tears, and many heartbreaks. I couldn't remember how many times I had switched schools and how many times I had run home crying, signing desperately to Mom, “I'm done with school.” My fingers were the voice I couldn't find and the only way I could cry out. Everything changed, however, when I met Ms. Park.
It was a lovely day. Mom drove me to my new school and I felt calm until the car stopped in front of a large white building. The moment I got off, Ms. Park, my new English teacher, came up. “Nice to meet you,” she signed. How could she know sign language! I signed back while pretending to be distracted by the posters on the walls. “Interested in our writing contest ” she asked. I looked up, noticing the huge black-and-white words on one poster. “Try it! Just hand in a story to me next week,” Ms. Park smiled. The thought of entering fascinated me. It was my chance to speak without actually speaking.
At home, I sat with a blank sheet of paper in front of me. Closing my eyes, I heard Mom's honey-like stories, so tasty that anyone who listened begged for more. She always told me that satisfying stories came from the heart. Then, I had it. What story could be closer to my heart than my own So after a week of intense writing, I let my story flow through my pen and drip onto the paper and handed it to Ms. Park.
Then, one day, when walking through a crowded hall, I saw Ms. Park signing from afar, “You've made the cut (入选)!” Her dancing fingers were too good to be true and I began waiting for the day of the upcoming awards ceremony.
注意：
（1）续写词数应为150个左右；
（2）请按如下格式在答题纸的相应位置作答。
That day, however, I learnt all winners should read stories on stage.
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A story began streaming from my fingers, along with Ms. Park's voice.
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比赛被要求朗读自己的故事
一、续写要点（两段）
第一段（得知要上台的冲突）：
主角因必须当众朗读陷入恐慌（闪回被嘲笑的经历）
Ms. Park 提出创造性解决方案：她朗读，主角同步手语表演
主角内心挣扎后接受，体现 “沉默≠无声” 的主题
第二段（表演与影响）：
主角通过手语讲述凤凰重生的故事，肢体语言充满力量
观众被感动，掌声雷动，象征社会对多元表达的接纳
新增 “小女孩请求学手语” 细节，展示主角沉默的感染力
结尾用 “重写人生” 呼应开头的 “无声世界”，点明成长
二、情感线（150 字）
主角的情感变化：
恐惧→抗拒→希望→勇气→释然→自豪
得知上台时：呼吸急促（hitched breath）、回忆创伤（mockeries）
Ms. Park 提议时：犹豫（backing away）→试探（tentative nod）
表演时：专注（fingers flying）→渐入佳境（soaring like wings）
成功后：释然（tears of relief）→顿悟（smile of realization）
影响他人时：自豪（shoulders straighten）→使命感（determined gaze）
三、故事线（6 条）
主角因聋哑无法朗读，陷入危机
老师提出 “手语 + 朗读” 的合作方案
主角选择讲述凤凰重生的隐喻故事
表演中手语与文字共振，打动观众
观众中有人被触动，主动学习手语
主角领悟沉默的力量，完成自我救赎
四、主旨升华句（5 句英文）
Silence is not absence—it’s a symphony waiting to be conducted by the heart.
Sometimes the most profound voices are those that dance without sound.
Words may fail us, but the language of the soul speaks in every gesture.
A story isn’t just ink on paper—it’s a bridge built from vulnerability.
The world doesn’t need your voice to hear your truth; it needs your courage to share it.
五、写作示范（两篇）
示范 1（凤凰隐喻版）
That day, however, I learnt all winners should read stories on stage. My throat closed as laughter echoed in my mind—"Dumb girl can’t even talk!" Ms. Park signed, "What if I read, and you act out the story " She mimed opening a book, her hands softening my panic.
A story began streaming from my fingers, along with Ms. Park's voice. As she read my tale of a phoenix trapped in ice, my hands cracked open like melting frost. When she reached "The phoenix discovered her song wasn’t in her throat, but in her wings," I leaped into the air, arms flaring like fire. The audience gasped, then erupted in cheers. A boy in the front row signed, "Teach me that!" Later, Ms. Park said, "You’ve turned silence into a language of its own." I smiled, finally understanding: My voice had always been in my hands.
示范 2（家庭传承版）
That day, however, I learnt all winners should read stories on stage. My chest heaved as Mom’s stories of my childhood flooded back—"One day, your voice will find its way." Ms. Park touched my arm, "Let’s read together. Your hands, my voice."
A story began streaming from my fingers, along with Ms. Park's voice. I signed my mother’s life story: escaping war, raising me alone, her laughter like shattered glass. When I reached "She taught me that silence can be louder than words," the room held its breath. A woman in the audience wiped tears, then signed "Thank you." Later, Mom hugged me. "You’ve given my stories wings," she said. Ms. Park nodded. "And you’ve shown the world that every silence has a story to tell." I held their hands, knowing my voice was no longer silent—it was a chorus.
【参考答案】
That day, however, I learnt all winners should read stories on stage. Panic gripped me immediately. How could I, without a voice of my own, read aloud to an audience My heart raced as I imagined the crowd waiting for words that wouldn’t come. Ms. Park noticed my distress and signed reassuringly, “We’ll find a way together.” Though fear lingered, her words comforted me somewhat. Together, we rehearsed tirelessly, combining my signs with her clear voice, until the story felt like a joint performance we were ready to deliver.
A story began streaming from my fingers, along with Ms. Park’s voice. As her voice rang out, matched perfectly with my signs, I felt a surge of confidence. The audience’s eyes shifted between Ms. Park and me, understanding each word and gesture. For the first time, I felt heard without actually speaking. My silence had found a voice, shared through a partnership that transcended spoken language. When we finished, the applause roared through the hall, and my heart soared, knowing I had finally told my story. I felt the joy of being understood and accepted.

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