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2026年高考英语读后续写预测10篇训练
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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
The setting sun bathed the simple mud-walled African savanna classroom in golden afterglow. Lin Wan clutched her crumpled China return ticket, her voice soft as a breeze: "Children, I'm heading back to China next week." A hush fell — so still, she heard acacia leaves whisper outside. Amina twisted her dress hem, eyes red as ripe hibiscus. Kamal bowed his head, tracing the Chinese "ai" (love) Lin Wan taught him on his desk, jaw set tight, refusing to cry.
A faint, heavy sadness lingered afterward. The children stopped swarming with questions, moving quietly as if hiding a secret. Amina arrived early to polish Lin Wan's podium and straighten the chalk; Kamal squatted behind the classroom, scratching stone marks in the dirt, clamming up when asked. Lin Wan bought colored pencils as a gift, but Amina shook her head, tears spilling: "Teacher Lin, we don't want pencils. We want you to stay."
The afternoon before her departure, Lin Wan heard a commotion — raised voices, sniffs, and whimpers. She found the children huddled: Kamal gripped a crumpled paper, urgent: "We must show Teacher Lin our work!" Amina cried, "What if she worries we're not ready " Spotting her, they fell silent. Amina looked up, eyes glistening: "Teacher Lin, can you come to the classroom first tomorrow We have something for you."
Dawn still pale, Lin Wan pulled her suitcase to the classroom — door locked, a wooden plank propped against it, scrawled with lopsided Chinese: "Answer three questions to leave." Kamal peeked out, serious as an adult: "First, what does ‘persistence' mean " Lin Wan knelt, gentle: "It means keeping going, even when it's hard."
They opened the door: desks pushed aside, a stone path lined with bright painted stones — pictures of her teaching, flying kites, braiding Amina's hair. "If you leave, will your love stay " Amina asked. Lin Wan nodded, tears pricking her eyes: "It will grow brighter every day." Kamal held out a tattered cloth bag: "You said education ignites light, not illuminates the road. Can we be that next light "
注意：
1.续写词数应为150左右；
2.请按如下格式在答题卷的相应位置作答。
Lin Wan opened the bag and saw the children's dreams and their rough teaching logs.
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Months later, Lin Wan received a photo from the children.
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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。
My family's daily routine of collecting bottles and cans had always been a hidden part of my life, something I kept secret from my friends and peers. The recycling center in Bushwick was like a second home to me, a place where my mother and I would bring our collected items in a shopping cart, going through the streets with a mixture of pride and embarrassment.
My family collected bottles from sunup to sundown all year long. My mother left at dawn to collect cans, and when she returned 12 hours later, I helped her pull the shopping cart among the six long blocks to the recycling center through the streets of Bushwick. Although this center had been like my second home for the past years, I had kept it mostly a secret. I couldn't bear the idea of my friends knowing that my family relied on collecting cans and bottles for survival. I felt guilty for being embarrassed, but I couldn't help it. Even though I had a lot of friends and was a social butterfly, I was not ready to trust someone else.
Then in the summer before my senior year I took a college essay course. We were asked to tell a time when we faced a challenge, setback, or failure and how it affected us, and what we learned from the experience. I chose to write about the impact my neighborhood's gentrification(社区改造) had on me, and how that led me to volunteer with officials in my community who were trying to fight it. At the end of my essay, only the last sentence mentioned collecting.
One day after class, my teacher asked me to discuss my essay draft. "Your story has potential; however it is not about personal growth. How about telling me more about the can collecting " So I was faced with sharing my secret. But he was my teacher and I trusted him, so I rewrote the essay. This time, I poured my heart into it, detailing the struggles, the pride, and the lessons I had learned from my family's daily routine.
Two days later, unexpectedly my teacher asked some students including me to share our essays in class.
注意：1.续写词数应该为150个左右；
2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
The day of sharing our essays in class came.
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As I finished reading, I looked up to see my classmates' faces.
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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。
As a young child, I used to have no confidence in myself. Even when I was in the sixth grade, I still couldn't ride a bike smoothly, a skill that many of my friends had mastered at a younger age. It made me feel like a slow learner, and the more I compared myself to others, the more I felt hopeless.
However, my elder brother Bob, who was always my source of inspiration and support, noticed my problem. He believed that I could get over this challenge, and he offered to help me learn how to ride a bike. At first, I was doubtful, thinking that I couldn't master it. But Bob's trust in me finally convinced (说服) me.
One day, we decided to go to a small slope (斜坡) near my home. Bob believed that it could make it easier for me to learn to ride. As we walked towards the slope, he kept encouraging me, "It's not as hard as you think. You just need to get on and give it a try."
Once we reached the slope, Bob first explained the basic rules of riding a bike and the importance of keeping balance. Then he helped me onto the bike and gave me a gentle push. All at once, I felt the wind rushing past me as I started rolling down the slope. My heart was a mixture of excitement and fear. I couldn't focus on keeping my balance or keeping the bike in the right direction so my first try ended in hitting into the bushes (灌木丛) beside the slope unluckily. It was too much pain. As I stood up from the ground, the thought of giving up came flooding my heart.
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。
Just at that moment, Bob rushed over.
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With such encouragement, I pulled myself together and biked again.
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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。
In our weekly staff meeting, our editor, Ashley, was not pleased with the quality of our reporting. "Our readership is way down. We need better stories for this Thursday's school newspaper. Does anybody have any ideas " she said.
I handed her my article about our basketball team beating Deerfield High School the previous night by one point. "Sports stories are fun," she said, "but not good enough for the front page. We need something to really get people ‘s attention."
After our meeting, we left the newsroom together and heard someone screaming, "Perry is missing!" Perry was a big red parrot and had been our school mascot (吉祥物) for ten years. He played an important role in students' lives, both in and out of class. He had also been a constant presence at school events, inspiring a sense of unity among students.
Everyone gathered around Perry's empty cage, heartbroken. Suddenly, a student from the crowd came over and showed me a photo. "You're a reporter for the school paper, right I happened to take this yesterday," he said. In the photo was a Deerfield High School basketball player with something large hidden under his shirt around the size of a parrot.
"He must have stolen Perry to get back at us for winning the game!" Ashley cried. We hurried back to the newsroom, agreeing to run the photo on the front page with the headline "Deerfeld Stole Perry." "This is just the story we need. Everyone will read it," Ashley said confidently.
After she left, I took a closer look at the photo. The clock in the background read 4:15 pm, but our game against Deerfield hadn't started until 4:30 pm. Why would the boy have taken Perry before we even played An uneasy feeling came over me that we might have falsely accused someone.
I went to Perry's usual caretaker to ask if he knew Perry was missing. "He's not missing. He's retired. He's ready for some quieter days," he said. Learning the truth, I immediately told Ashley and suggested writing a story to say goodbye to Perry.
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。
To my surprise, Ashley insisted on reporting the "Deerfield Stole Perry" story.
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On Thursday, the paper came out with the headline "Bye-Bye, Perry" on the front page.
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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。
Frank, a six-year-old boy, was interested in playing piano, so his mother found him a tutor. He showed great passion at the very beginning. However, bored with day-after-day practice, Frank couldn't tolerate sitting at the piano. Sometimes when he was required to play a bit difficult melodies, the results were not exactly graceful flowing music, even though he tried his best. Gradually, his enthusiasm began to fade away.
Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, his mother took the boy to a Paderewski concert. When they reached the entrance of the theatre where the concert was held, they saw a crowd of music lovers stream into the hall. The little boy was awed by what he saw and he felt a little thrilled. They then walked in with the crowds and found their seats. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her.
Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose to his feet and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE." When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing. The mother glanced around the hall and her little son was nowhere to be seen. Feeling desperate and trembling with fear, she fished in her bag for her phone and was about to call the police when suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway (斯坦威钢琴) on stage.
The mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, playing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
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At that moment, Paderewski made his entrance and sat beside the boy, whispering "Don't quit. Keep playing."
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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。
It was a cold November night. The air was fresh, and the autumn leaves made a pattern of red and yellow on the streets. I was walking home from school, my mind lost in thoughts of upcoming exams, when I noticed an elderly man struggling with a heavy box at the corner of the street. He was out of breath, his face flushed (红) from the effort, and it was clear he needed help.
I approached him, my heart filled with sympathy. "Sir, do you need some assistance " I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible. The man looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of relief and gratitude.
"Could you please help me carry this box to my apartment It's just around the corner," he replied, his voice shaky but warm. I nodded and, together, we lifted the box and began our slow journey to his home.
As we walked, I learned that his name was Mr. Chen, and he had recently moved into the neighborhood. His children lived far away, and he was trying to settle into his new home alone. The box contained his most treasured belongings, books and photographs that held memories of a lifetime.
Our path was not easy. The box was heavy, and the streets were wet from rain. We slipped once or twice, but we managed to keep our footing and our spirits high. Mr. Chen told me stories of his youth, and I shared my dreams for the future. It was a strange connection, formed in the struggle of a single moment.
Finally, we reached his apartment building, and I helped him carry the box up the stairs. He insisted that I come in for a cup of tea as a thank-you. Over hot drinks, I told him that all of my family members are literature enthusiasts. My uncle works at a publishing house. He said he loves writing poetry. Then we exchanged contact information with each other.
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。
As I left, Mr. Chen handed me a pile of papers, on which were poems from his youth.
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Upon hearing this good news, I contacted Mr. Chen to inquire if he would be willing to publish it.
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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。
The Ice Cream Truck
"Never give up! Never give up!" chanted two young children, Max and Lily, as they marched barefoot behind their grandmother Mimi who was leading them on a great adventure, straight off the beach where they had spent the day building sandcastles and swimming in the sea. They were seeking the mysterious ice-cream truck!
Over the years, Mimi had become an example of positivity for her family. It was not a title she earned without effort, however. Her husband died early and at only forty years old, she was left to raise her daughter alone. She faced the heart-breaking disaster powerful enough. She could have lived under a black cloud. But she challenged herself to find joy every day instead. She was always up for a new challenge, whether that was hiking across the rocky mountains in Austria to get a better view of the breathtaking scenery, or signing up for tap-dancing classes at fifty. Leading by example, Mimi taught her daughter just how much one could achieve with a positive attitude.
And obviously, she had taken the same approach in her relationship with her grandchildren as well. Before starting her adventure with Max and Lily on that hot July afternoon, Mimi heard the ice-cream man's bell from her beach chair. She turned and saw him briefly, spotting his green shirt and catching sight of his waving bell before he turned and disappeared. The ice-cream man visited the beach on a daily basis, although the delay between the sound of his bell and the disappearance of his truck was not long. One must be quick to catch him.
Max and Lily were disappointed when they didn't catch him in time that day. That was until Mimi's eyes shone and she said, "Never give up!" She explained that the truck might be gone, but they could hurry up to find it at its next stop.
They walked block after block. Not knowing which direction the truck had taken, they had to make their best guess about where to search. The kids' tiny legs were tired, but they went on, continuing the chant, "Never give up!" Never give up!"
注意：1.所续写短文的词数应为150左右;
2.续写部分分为两段, 每段的开头语已为你写好。
After about twenty minutes of walking, Max's faith started to get shaken in the burning sun.
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Just two blocks later, they found it.
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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。
Here in Oklahoma, spring weather keeps us on edge — sunny one moment, stormy the next, with tornadoes that can form in an afternoon. But that particular spring, nothing could weaken my happiness. Just months earlier I'd given birth to twin girls, Emerson and Preslee. And Harley, our dalmatian (斑点狗), had a litter of 12 pups. One was very special.
We named her Muff because her brown ears made it look as if she were wearing tiny earmuffs (耳罩). We gave away the other puppies but kept Muff for ourselves. The perfect puppy for my babies, I thought. "They'll all grow up together," I told my husband Brian.
One afternoon, Muff didn't return from playing outside. With tornado season at its peak and dangerous storms approaching, I grew anxious. "It will come back," Brian tried to calm me down. "It can always find its way back home." But the next day, it still wasn't back. As the weather worsened, we took shelter in a school basement, where I prayed for Muff's safety. The wind's howl turned into an incredible roar, as if we were being run over by a freight train.
After the tornado passed, we searched for the dog and found the surrounding area in ruins. Not only were there no signs of the dog, but we were also forced to move to a new house. I still worried about Muff but held out hope. What if it came back to the old home and didn't find us there But time faded my expectations.
Two years passed, and we got two new dogs. The girls grew up with them, but I never forgot Muff. Then, one day out of the blue, Brian called home from work. He had been surfing the Internet and had come across the website of Rocky Spot Rescue, a local organization that puts up dogs for adoption. "We don't need another dog," I said.
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。
But Brian cut me off and said, "You need to see this."
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The next day, our family went to the organization.
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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。
At one time children made May Day baskets to celebrate spring and enjoy the rewards of giving surprising gifts to their beloved ones. When I was in perhaps the third grade, our class took on such an adventure. For several days, we worked on creating paper baskets. We cut colorful stripes of construction paper and wove them together, following our teacher, Miss Anderson. We cut and wove and glued. Then we decorated them with our crayons and more cutting and gluing. Finally, we fitted paper handles onto the tops so that we could secretly hang our creations on the doors of unsuspecting receivers: surely our mothers.
We finished right on time. Miss Anderson brought armloads of flowers for us to use in stuffing our prizes. Lilacs and tulips and all the colorful flowers of spring. We had to wait until the day was nearly over before we were allowed to choose the flowers that were just right for our baskets. I chose the biggest, most beautiful blossoms, allowing myself to be selfish for the sake of my mother. Then we fidgeted (烦躁) away what remained of our day, waiting for the clock to tick down the minutes to our release.
Finally, mercifully, the bell rang! We threw on our coats, gathered our homework and our lunch boxes, tied on our scarves and then, carefully, we cradled our offerings of love and off we ran to our individual homes! I was so excited! I ran as fast as I could down the hill, across the street, up the block, heading home. I paused at the corner of my house, to catch my breath and savor the moment. Then I glanced down to admire my offering one last time before I hung it lovingly over the doorknob. Horrors! Shock, dread and depression! My flowers were gone! Apparently, bouncing out on my mad dash home, all that was left was a sad, messed-up, wrinkled little empty basket! I stood on the doorway and burst into mournful sobbing tears.
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。
By and by, my mom came to the door to discover the source of the sorrow.
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Soon, my newly-decorated basket was ready to be offered again.
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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。
When I was just a 6-year-old kid, my mother would frequently take me to our local community centre to play with my friends of a similar age.
At that time, my mother was a preschool teacher and also one of the volunteers for children's services in the community. She not only loved me, but also loved every child in our community. She always believed that loneliness does not belong to children, and playing together can develop a healthy state in children. Therefore, she always tried her best to bring me along to participate in these various fun activities for children.
We children chased on the lawn (草坪), played hide-and-seek games, and played various animal games. We burst into excited shouts. Our joyful laughter was everywhere, and every time we didn't want to be separated, we looked forward to the next time like this coming again quickly. Looking back now, this is the most unforgettable period of my childhood.
One sunny afternoon, when we were playing outside, one of my friends brought a visiting relative, who clung to (紧紧抓住) his cousin like a shadow, eyes wide with nervousness. The unfamiliar boy immediately caught our attention, and we gathered around to observe him, teasing (逗弄) him to speak. That boy was very shy, with his head down and a red face.
He had a speech impediment (障碍) and couldn't get his mouth to cooperate. He couldn't even say the name of the town where he lived. I had never seen someone stutter (结巴) like that. I thought he must have been joking, so I laughed. My friend shot me a concerned glance, but my giggles (咯咯笑) continued. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother looking at me with an expression that I'd never seen before. It was a mix of horror, anger, and shame, all focused on me, which stopped my laughing instantly.
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。
She waved me over with seriousness that left no room for hesitation.
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With trembling (颤抖的) steps, I approached the boy and gave him an awkward hug.
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【答案】例文
Lin Wan opened the bag and saw the children's dreams and their rough teaching logs. Each dream was a childish note with simple words: some kids wanted to be teachers like her to educate more villagers, some hoped to learn more to build their hometown, all tied to the light of education she lit for them. The logs recorded how they taught younger children Chinese characters and math with sticks on the ground every day after class. Tears filled her eyes as she hugged the kids tightly, her voice trembling: "You are already the bright light, and your love and persistence will light up the whole savanna." She left all her teaching books, a box of chalk and a long encouraging letter before she set off.
Months later, Lin Wan received a photo from the children. In the photo, the mud-walled classroom was tidy, with more kids sitting inside, and Kamal was standing at the podium teaching Chinese, writing the character "ai" clearly on the blackboard. Beside it were the words "Education ignites light" in both Chinese and English. A short letter was in the envelope: they kept teaching each other every day, and more parents sent their kids to learn. Lin Wan smiled with tears, knowing the seed of education she sowed had taken root and bloomed. The light of hope was passing on endlessly in the warm savanna, brightening every child's future.
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【答案】The day of sharing our essays in class came. My heart pounded as I stood up, holding my essay tightly. Taking a deep breath, I began to read. I told them about my family's daily routine of collecting bottles and cans, the early mornings my mother spent searching, and the long walks to the recycling center. I shared my feelings of embarrassment and pride, and how I had grown from this experience. My voice trembled a bit at first, but as I continued, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
As I finished reading, I looked up to see my classmates' faces. To my surprise, there were no signs of mockery or disdain. Instead, I saw expressions of admiration and understanding. Some of my classmates even nodded in approval. One of my friends came up to me and said, "I had no idea, but I respect you so much for your family's hard work and for sharing this with us." Another classmate added, "Your story is so inspiring." I felt a warmth spread through my chest. For the first time, I realized that my family's can collecting was not something to be ashamed of, but a source of strength and pride.
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【答案】One possible version:
Just at that moment, Bob rushed over. "Are you OK " He asked worriedly, helping me clean my clothes. I nodded, trying not to cry out. "Everyone falls when they're learning to ride a bike. Just try again and you'll make it." He kept encouraging me. Then he picked up the bike, helping me push the bike onto the top of the slope. He prepared me for the second try, and said, "Just be more careful and focused. I'm sure you can do it."
With such encouragement, I pulled myself together and biked again. As I kept trying, I found that only by letting go of my nervousness could I keep my body balanced. The more relaxed I was, the farther I rode and the more confident I became. Finally I completely mastered the skill of riding a bike. As I turned the bike around and rode back up to Bob, I could see the pride in his eyes. Thanks to my great brother, I was able to ride a bike! It was he who helped me gain confidence in myself.
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【答案】范文
To my surprise, Ashley insisted on reporting the "Deerfield Stole Perry" story. "This is the very story we need to attract more readers," she argued. To convince her, I defended that if we wrote this article, we would be telling a lie. Noticing her hesitant expression, I further explained the potential harm it would cause to the player and our, paper ‘s reputation. After some discussion, Ashley finally gave in, "OK, let's try with real stories." Then I went to gather all the necessary information to write an article about Perry and the precious memories we shared over the years.
On Thursday, the paper came out with the headline "Bye-Bye, Perry" on the front page. Soon, it sparked heated discussions among students about Perry. Many were disappointed with Perry's sudden departure, but were comforted by the fact that he was in good care. The story also evoked sweet memories of Perry. Some students even requested to share their stories of him in our paper! Seeing the story's success, Ashley came to me and said sincerely, "You are right! It's a good story." Her words brought me a great sense of fulfillment. Indeed, true stories might not always draw attention, but they have the power to touch and connect.
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【答案】范文
The mother saw her little boy sitting at the key-board, playing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Heart in mouth, the mother just stared at the awful sight, not knowing what to do next. But soon she regained her composure, trying to come up with some ideas. She waved to the boy and called his name in a low voice, but he was so absorbed that he made no response. The mother couldn't help but raise her voice, only to make the audience disturbed and began to whisper. Ultimately the boy sensed something unusual and turned around. What he saw definitely astounded him and he paused involuntarily.
At that moment, Paderewski made his entrance and sat beside the boy, whispering "Don't quit. Keep playing." Paderewski started playing with the child. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The splendid music filled the entire hall and lingered in everyone's ears. With the last note finished, the crowd all stood and clapped, expressing their appreciation for their perfect performance. The little boy hugged his big partner and murmured, "I will never give up. I will keep learning and playing the piano."
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【答案】One possible version:
As I left, Mr. Chen handed me a pile of papers, on which were poems from his youth. I thanked him, putting the papers into my bag with a promise to read them later. Back at home, I carefully read through the poems, feeling a deep admiration for their beauty and sincerity. I was deeply moved by the raw emotion and the beauty captured in each verse. I eagerly recommended them to my uncle, who worked at a publishing house. He was equally impressed by the poems and immediately contacted booksellers, discussing the possibility of publishing Mr. Chen's collection.
Upon hearing this good news, I contacted Mr. Chen to inquire if he would be willing to publish it. He was overcome with joy, his voice trembling as he expressed his gratitude. He had never imagined that his lifelong passion for poetry would lead to such an opportunity. With the support of my uncle and the enthusiasm of the booksellers, Mr. Chen's poems began to take shape as a beautiful collection, ready to be shared with the world. It was a heartwarming reminder that even in the simplest of moments, we can make a lasting impact on others' lives.
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【答案】 After about twenty minutes of walking, Max's faith started to get shaken in the burning sun. He wondered out loud, "Maybe we should quit. We have been walking pretty far and haven't seen the truck yet." With that, he collapsed, resting his aching legs and rubbing his sore feet. Mimi bent over and patted him gently on the shoulder. Smiling, she comforted the boy, "Max, remember: winners never quit, and quitters never win". "Yeah! Never give up!" Lily agreed. Max looked up, thought for a while and jumped to his feet. "You are right. Let's hurry!" And so they marched on.
Just two blocks later, they found it. The ice-cream truck was parked just around the corner, shining brilliantly in the sunlight, as if waiting to reward the three adventurers with a most generous treat for their patience and determination. "Finally!" Max cried at this sight, throwing a fist in the air, while Lily screamed with excitement. They laughed, cheered, and chanted in chorus, "Never give up!" In that magical moment, Mimi turned that phrase into a battle cry for the children. They would be ready for any challenges upon hearing these words. So never give up; your ice cream truck may be just a block away.
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【答案】One possible version:
But Brian cut me off and said, "You need to see this." His voice was firm, and I could tell he was just excited. I turned on my computer and quickly navigated to the website. Chills ran down my spine as I scrolled down to the photograph of the dog Brian had mentioned. There she was — a Dalmatian with distinctive earmuff-like ears. The description said she was rescued a week after that tornado. Could it be Muff I felt a surge of hope and excitement. I had to see her for myself. I immediately contacted the shelter through the website, explaining the situation and asking if we could visit. They agreed, and I knew we had to go right away.
The next day, our family went to the organization. The girls were excited, chattering about the possibility of having their old friend back. As we arrived, my eyes scanned the rows of cages, searching for the familiar ears. There she was, standing at the back of her cage, her eyes fixed on us. I called her name, "Muff!" She looked up, and for a moment, there was a spark of recognition in her eyes. She wagged her tail and barked softly. I approached her cage, my hands shaking. I held up the puppy pictures, and she seemed to lean closer. "It's you," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. "It's really you, Muff." The girls hugged her, and even Brian had a smile on his face. At that moment, all the worry and hope melted away. Muff was home, and our family was whole again.
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【答案】范文
By and by, my mom came to the door to discover the source of the sorrow. As she let me in and relieved me of my school things, I tried to relate my horrible dilemma and the depth of my sadness. Mom listened attentively, and her comforting presence brought a glimmer of hope to my disappointed heart. Having wiped my tears tenderly, she gave me the scissors fetched from the kitchen and suggested I find some replacement flowers from our garden. This time, I chose smaller and more resilient flowers, carefully arranging them inside the basket. Seeing each petal radiating the purest colors of spring, I felt my enthusiasm began to return.
Soon, my newly-decorated basket was ready to be offered again. With the revived basket cradled in my arms, I embarked on a second journey towards home. Awkwardly, I placed the paper handle over the knob, knocked hesitantly, and made an embarrassed retreat. Mom slowly came and answered the door. Oh! She was SO surprised! I stepped out of my hiding place. "Well, Mary!" she exclaimed! "Look what someone left here! Aren't they lovely! " With her excitement all my worries vanished. My pride of giving barely allowed me to maintain the surprise but what mattered was to show mom she was remembered on this special day.
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【答案】She waved me over with seriousness that left no room for hesitation. She told me how wrong it was to laugh at someone's struggle, and how there was never an excuse for such behaviour. She asked me to apologize to the boy, give him a hug, and tell him that I love him. My heart sank, a mix of regret and fear of my peers' judgement eating away at me. But my mother's look, a silent yet powerful force, left me no other option. Turning around, I saw the boy. Obviously, he heard my mother's criticism of me. He stared closely at me, wanting to know what I was going to do next.
With trembling (颤抖的) steps, I approached the boy and gave him an awkward hug. I think I shocked him by grabbing him like that, but when he realized that I was trying to hug him, his body relaxed and he hugged me back. "Uh... also, uh... I love you..." I half-smiled as I spoke. I was still hugging the boy, so he couldn't see the unnatural look on my youthful face. But then the boy hugged me tighter and whispered in my ear sincerely, without a stutter and without hesitation. "I love you, too!" There was such softness and firmness in his voice, and just like that, I thought I would start crying.

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