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二零二二届高考英语作文读后续写答案全文共6篇示例，供读者参考篇1My Grandpa and the Sweet TomatoesI'm Little Xiao Ming and I'm in 3rd grade. My teacher Miss Li gave us an essay assignment last week about our grandparents. She said we could write a true story or make one up. I decided to make up a story because the real stories about my grandpa are kind of boring.The essay prompt said "My grandpa loves to grow tomatoes in his little garden. He spends hours taking care of the tomato plants and waiting for the tomatoes to turn red and ripen on the vines." That's true about my real grandpa, but that's not a very exciting story.So here's the made-up story I wrote:My grandpa is the best grandpa ever! He has a huge garden that takes up his entire backyard. He grows all kinds of vegetables like carrots, potatoes, peppers, eggplants, and cucumbers. But his favorite thing to grow is tomatoes.Grandpa started growing tomatoes when he was just a little boy. His grandpa taught him all about taking care of the little tomato seedlings when they were just sprouts. Grandpa learned you have to water them perfectly and make sure they get just the right amount of sunshine.When I was little, like 5 years old, Grandpa let me help him take care of the tomato plants. I got to use the little watering can to keep the soil moist. Grandpa also showed me how to prune the tomato plants by snipping off the excess leaves and stems. He said that helps the plant put more energy into growing big, juicy tomatoes.Finally, in the late summer, the tomatoes started turning red on the vines. Grandpa always made me do a taste test first before he picked them. He let me reach out and pinch one of the red tomatoes to taste it right there on the plant. The sweet juice would dribble down my chin and stain my shirt, but Grandpa didn't care. He just grinned and said "Mmm, another perfect tomato!"After we picked all the ripe red tomatoes, Grandpa recruited me to help make his special Sweet Tomato Jam. We worked for hours cleaning the tomatoes, cutting them up, mixing them withsugar and lemon juice, and boiling it all down into the thick, sweet-tart jam.The whole house smelled like tomatoes for days! Grandma complained, but she still helped by sterilizing the glass jars we put the jam into. We made enough jars of Sweet Tomato Jam to last all winter and give some away to the neighbors too.Grandpa's tomatoes were famous in the neighborhood. Some of the neighbors grew jealous of his big, perfect tomatoes. Mr. Chou next door tried to outdo Grandpa by buying one of those fancy tomato growing kits with fertilizers and cages. But his tomatoes never tasted as sweet as Grandpa's.One year, there was a tomato growing contest at the county fair. Grandpa entered his biggest tomato, a three pound beast of a tomato. It was as big as a small pumpkin! Grandpa easily won first prize and a giant blue ribbon.I was so proud of him, but then something terrible happened. After we got home from the fair and showed everybody the prize tomato, it disappeared! Grandpa looked everywhere but couldn't find his prized winner. That's when the finger-pointing started.Mr. Chou came over accusing Grandpa of cheating and demanding to see the tomato. Mrs. Liu from across the streetsaid she saw Grandpa's dog Bucky digging in the garden, so maybe he buried it. Grandma scolded Grandpa for letting me play with the tomato and hiding it somewhere.Grandpa was so upset, he actually started crying because he was proud of that tomato and wanted to keep it on display. I had never seen the tough old man cry before.I decided to investigate and find that missing tomato to cheer up Grandpa. I interviewed the neighbors, looked for clues in the garden, and even staked out Bucky the dog to see if he really dug up the tomato. But I came up empty-handed.Then, a few days later, I was rummaging in the garage looking for an old basketball and discovered a box with a moldy, rotten tomato inside! At first I thought a rat Must've dragged it in there. But then I noticed some tiny bite marks and realized the culprit was....Grandpa's mischievous pet rabbit Buster!I marched that rotten tomato back into the house, called an emergency family meeting, and confronted Buster with the damning evidence. The old rabbit just twitched his nose and looked guilty as charged.Apparently Buster had escaped from his hutch, waddled into the garden, and helped himself to Grandpa's prize-winningtomato. No wonder it tasted so sweet and delicious to him! Poor Grandpa had been beside himself with heartache while Buster was contentedly munching away.Once the mystery was solved, everybody started laughing at the silly situation, including Grandpa. He was just relieved to know what happened to his beloved tomato. After that, he always double-checked that Buster's cage was locked up tight during tomato season!The EndSo that's the little story I invented about my grandpa's sweet tomatoes. I worked really hard on making it as funny and exciting as I could. My story got an A+ from Miss Li! She said she loved my creativity and all the details I included to make the characters and story come alive. I guess all that hard work paid off. Although it is just fiction, I'm glad my made-up tale about Grandpa's prized tomatoes turned out to be a winner too!篇2My Trip to Grandma's HouseHi, my name is Xiao Ming and I'm 8 years old. I love going to my grandma's house in the countryside! It's my favorite place.Last summer, my mom and dad took me there for a visit during the school holidays. We took the high-speed train from the city and it was so cool watching the buildings turn into trees and farms whizzing by the window.When we got to the little town near grandma's village, she was waiting for us at the station with a huge smile on her face. Grandma gives the biggest, warmest hugs! She's pretty old with wrinkly skin and gray hair, but she's strong as an ox from decades of farm work.We piled into her little truck and headed down the countryside roads towards her house. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out, breathing in the fresh air. It smelled so different from the city - like trees, soil and flowers instead of exhaust fumes. Butterflies and birds flitted alongside the truck as we bumped along.Finally, we pulled up to grandma's cute little farmhouse surrounded by gardens overflowing with vegetables and fruit trees. Her chickens were clucking and pecking around the yard. As soon as we arrived, grandma put me to work! She handed me a basket and sent me off to collect eggs from the chicken coop. I was nervous at first with those beady-eyed chickens staring me down and flapping their wings. But I soon got the hang ofreaching under them and grabbing up the warm brown eggs. I filled my basket and ran inside to show grandma my prize."Good job, little farmer!" she exclaimed, ruffling my hair with her calloused hand. Grandma's house always smelled so good, like fresh baked bread and leeks simmering on the wood stove. We sat down to a gigantic farm lunch that grandma had spent all morning cooking. There were mouth-watering bowls of noodles in chicken broth, platters piled high with green vegetables straight from the garden, sweet corn fritters, and grandma's famous crispy-bottomed omelette stuffed with potatoes and scallions. I stuffed myself so full that I could hardly move!After lunch, I went outside to explore. Grandma's farm was like a whole other world for a city kid like me. I wandered down the rows of crops like a pioneer, running my hands over the rough leaves and smelling the aromas of tomatoes, beans, and cabbages growing right in the dirt. In a ramshackle shed, I found all of grandma's ancient farm tools and equipment - plows, shovels, hoes, and a rusty old hand pump. Behind the shed I stumbled upon grandma's pride and joy - her little bamboo grove. The feathery green bamboo stalks were as tall as a house, swaying lazily in the breeze. Grandma had planted those bamboo shoots when she was just a little girl, she told me. I triedusing a long pole to knock down some bamboo shoots for grandma to pickle, but I wasn't strong enough. "You'll get there one day, little bamboo shoot!" she teased me with a toothy grin.Grandma's farm was full of critters too. A floppy-eared dog lounged under the plum tree next to a pile of sleeping kittens. Down a grassy trail, I spotted a family of ducks paddling around grandma's little pond, quacking up a storm. I tossed breadcrumbs to the fish that swam in lazy circles gulping them up. Later, I tagged along as grandma collected blueberries from the bushes lining the farm, trying my best not to get any stains on my clothes. I loved how grandma always had a little story to tell about every plant, rock, and critter on her farm.As evening settled in, we sat on the porch to catch the cooling breezes. The sun turned the sky a hundred shades of orange, red, and purple before finally fading to night. Grandma lit a kerosene lantern that bathed the yard in a warm, flickering glow. We watched thousands of fireflies winking on and off across the fields while grandma taught me some ancient folk songs about farmers and their crops. The only sounds were buzzing insects, the distant low of a cow, and grandma's reedy singing voice. It felt so peaceful and timeless out there on the farm.When the night air finally started getting chilly, grandma herded us all inside for bed. I snuggled down under a heavy handmade quilt that smelled like sunshine and heard thepitter-pattering of raindrops starting up on the tin roof overhead.I loved lying there, cozy in grandma's old farmhouse, listening to the storm until I finally dozed off to sleep.The next morning, I tumbled out of bed and raced outside in my bare feet, splashing through the puddles left by the night's rain. Everything in grandma's farm looked fresh and renewed, each blade of grass twinkling with dewdrops. I took a deep, filling breath and just stood there feeling so happy and alive, getting mud squished between my toes.Too soon, it was time to load back in the truck and head for home, covered in dirt and smelling like a farmhand. As the little town shrank in the rearview mirror, I stuck my head out the window and tried to breathe in as much fresh countryside air as I could. I already couldn't篇3My Awesome Summer Vacation AdventureHi, my name is Xiao Ming and I'm 10 years old. I just had the best summer vacation ever! You'll never believe the amazingadventure I went on. It all started with this weird reading passage on my cousin's high school English exam...The passage was about this guy named Alec Wilkinson who likes to go on really long walks. One time, he walked across the entire country of Switzerland! Can you believe that? My legs would get so tired after just a few miles.Anyway, the passage said Mr. Wilkinson did this crazy long walk because he was sad after his wife died. I felt really bad for him. Losing your wife must be so sad. My mom says I shouldn't think about stuff like that since I'm still just a kid, but I couldn't stop thinking about how lonely Mr. Wilkinson must have felt out there all by himself for months.That's when I got the coolest idea ever! I decided I was going to find Mr. Wilkinson and go on an awesome hiking adventure with him so he wouldn't be lonely anymore. I'd keep him company and maybe we could even become best friends!The first thing I had to do was figure out how to find this guy. The reading passage didn't give many clues about where he lived. It just said he was American but liked hiking in other countries too. My dad reminded me that America is a really big place, but I wasn't discouraged. I was determined to locate Mr. Wilkinson no matter what!I started doing research online and made wanted posters with Mr. Wilkinson's picture and info about his love for long walks. I put them up all over my neighborhood and passed them out at school before summer break. I also emailed hiking clubs and nature organizations across the United States to be on the lookout.A few weeks went by with no leads, and I'll admit I got a little discouraged. But I never gave up hope! Then one day, I got an email from a woman named Sarah in Utah. She said her book club had just read a collection of essays by Alec Wilkinson, and one of them was about his famous long walk across Switzerland! She hadn't seen my wanted poster, but figured I must be looking for the same guy.Sarah even gave me Mr. Wilkinson's email address. I was so excited, I ran around the house cheering! My parents thought I was being silly at first, but then I explained my whole plan to them. Surprisingly, they agreed to let me email Mr. Wilkinson as long as I followed some safety rules.The next day, I spent hours drafting the perfect email, telling Mr. Wilkinson all about my idea for an epic hiking adventure. I pulled out my best vocabulary words and tried to sound supergrown-up and responsible so he'd take me seriously. Finally, after like twenty drafts, I sent the email off with shaky fingers.A few days later, I received an email back from Mr. Wilkinson himself! He said he was totally flattered that a young person wanted to go on a hiking trip with him, but obviously he had some concerns about bringing along a child. We emailed back and forth a bunch, and I got my parents to vouch for me and promise they'd be close by the whole time for safety.Mr. Wilkinson must have been really impressed by my determination and maturity, because eventually he agreed to let me join him on his next long walk! He had already planned a three-month trek from Denver, Colorado all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Can you imagine? Walking from one side of the entire country to the other! Just the idea made me exhausted but super psyched at the same time.My parents decided to take a sabbatical from work so they could follow along in a camper van and keep an eye on me. We all flew out to Denver and met up with Mr. Wilkinson at a hotel. He was tall with gray hair and bright blue eyes, kind of like a hiking篇4My Unforgettable Summer VacationSchool was finally out and summer vacation had arrived! I was so excited to have two whole months of freedom. No more waking up early, no more homework, no more sitting in class all day. This was going to be the best summer ever!The first week, I just lazed around the house in my pajamas watching TV and playing video games. Mom kept nagging me to go outside and get some fresh air, but I didn't want to waste my free time. After a few days though, even I got bored of being a couch potato. That's when I decided to make the most of my summer break.I started by inviting my best friend Tommy over for a sleepover. We stayed up late watching movies, eating junk food, and telling spooky stories with a flashlight under the covers. The next morning, we went exploring in the woods behind my house. We pretended to be brave explorers trekking through the Amazon rainforest. Every snake was a deadly anaconda and every bug was a vicious insect waiting to attack! By lunchtime, we were starving adventurers who had barely made it out alive.The following week, my parents surprised me with tickets to go to Waterland - the biggest water park in the state! I could hardly contain my excitement. I spent the entire day going downwater slides, floating in the lazy river, and splashing around in the wave pool. I even convinced my dad to go on the daring Freefall slide where you drop straight down at crazy speeds. We all got butterflies in our stomachs, but the adrenaline rush was so worth it!A couple weeks later, we went on a camping trip to the mountains. We pitched our tent right beside a beautiful lake surrounded by towering pine trees. At night, we roasted marshmallows over the campfire and spotted several shooting stars. I had never seen so many stars before! The next morning, I went canoeing on the lake and spotted a family of ducks swimming nearby. Thankfully, I didn't accidentally tip over into the cold water.On the last week before school started again, my family took a short road trip to the beach. I loved playing in the ocean waves and burying my little brother in the warm sand. We also went on a glass-bottom boat tour to look at the coral reefs and tropical fish. I had never seen so many bright, vibrant colors in the sea before! In the evenings, we walked along the beach hunting for unique seashells and watching the breathtaking sunsets.Those two months just flew by in a blur of fun adventures and making wonderful memories. I was sad when it was time togo back to school, but also excited to see my friends again and tell them all about my amazing summer. Third grade was going to be even better than second grade! As I looked back on my vacation, I realized how lucky I was to have such a loving family and to experience so many incredible things. This truly was an unforgettable summer that I would cherish forever.篇52022年高考英语作文题目：《我的梦想职业》原文：我的梦想职业是成为一名科学家。
高考新题型读后续写练习3一．句子翻译1 他把脸颊靠在她的肩上。
————————————————2 他因为羞愧而感到脸颊发烧。
————————————————3 她泪流满面。
————————————————4 意识到有人在看她，她顿时涨红了脸。
————————————————5 一滴泪顺着她的脸颊滑落下来。
————————————————6 他亲了亲她的脸颊，然后上了火车。
————————————————1.He rested his cheek on her shoulder.2.He felt his cheeks burning with shame.3.Her cheeks were wet with tears.4.Color rushed/flooded/rose to her cheeks when she realized she was being watched.5.A tear slid down her cheek.6.He kissed her on both cheeks and got on the train.二．读后写作篇章欣赏阅读下面材料，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。
续写的词数应为150左右。
When a tornado touched down in a small town nearby，many families were left completely ruined.One Sunday，a particular picture especially touched me.A young woman stood in front of an entirely ruined home.A young boy，seven or eight years old，stood at her side，eyes downcast.Holding her skirt was a tiny girl who stared into the camera，eyes wide with confusion and fear.The article that went with the picture gave the clothing sizes of each family member.With growing interest，I noticed that their sizes closely matched ours.This would be a good opportunity to teach my children to help those less fortunate than themselves.I taped the picture of the young family to our refrigerator，explaining their difficulty to my sevenyearold twins，Brad and Brett，and to threeyearold Meghan.“These poor people now have nothing，” I said.“We’ll share what we have with them.”I brought three large boxes and placed them on the living room floor，encouraging the boys to go through their toys and donate(捐赠) some of their less favorite things.Meghan watched seriously，as the boys and I filled one of the boxes with canned goods and foods that they no longer needed.Then she walked away.A few minutes later，Meghan came back with Lucy，her muchloved doll.She stopped in front of the box，gave her doll a final kiss，and then laid her gently on top of the other toys.“Oh，Honey，” I said.“You don’t have to give Lucy.You love her so much.”Meghan nodded seriously，“Lucy makes me happy，Mommy.Maybe she’ll make another little girl happy，too.”Paragraph 1：The boys had w atched，openmouthed，w hen their sister placed her fa v orite doll in the box.Paragraph 2：I w atched my children for a long moment.参考范文The boys had watched，openmouthed，when their sister placed her favorite doll in the box.Without a word，the boys rose and went to their rooms and came back carrying their favorite toys to the living room.Surprised，I realized that the boys had also recognized what little Meghan’s action meant.I think all of them want to make these poor people who have nothing happy like them.Holding back my tears，I pulled all three of them into my arms.I watched my children for a long moment.I removed my old jacket from the box of clothes，too.I replaced it with the new hunter green jacket that I had found on sale last week.I hoped the young woman in the picture would love it as much as I did.What Meghan did taught me a lesson that the true spirit of donating is to give with your heart.三．读后写作篇章练习阅读下面材料，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。
备战2024高考英语写作专项：读后续写一、书面表达1．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。
Polly Goodman, 82-year-old, was a rich old woman. Her husband was a businessman and left her a large fortune after his death, so she had no problems supporting herself. The only problem was that her son who was a doctor busy with his work seldom had time to visit her, leaving her living lonely.One day, Polly was walking along the beach, like she did every evening near her seaside house, when she noticed a young boy and his little sister playing there. As she was passing by them, she heard their mother calling out to them. "Corey! Daisy! Be careful! Stay away from the water!"Polly noticed their mother resting on a bench, appearing sick and tired. The dark circles under her eyes were quite obvious, and she coughed frequently. Polly always had a desire to have a chat with someone. So she walked carefully towards the mother with a kind smile on her face."Hi, I'm Polly. I live by the beach." Polly said.The mother looked up at Polly, feeling a little surprised. The mother told Polly she was Lydia and had worked as a waitress. Lydia further said that she and her children had only recently moved to that location because her children had always wanted to see the ocean. Then Lydia stopped to cough heavily. After she calmed down, it seemed she wanted to say something, but stopped as if there was something difficult to tell. Polly did not follow up, saying goodbye and left.When Polly went to the beach the next day, she saw the kids again, but this time their mother wasn't with them. She observed them playing by themselves until late in the evening before heading home. The third day came and again the two kids played at the seaside until late in the evening, still without their mother's company. Then the elder brother was about to lead the sister back home. Out of curiosity and care Polly decided to follow them to their house.注意：1.续写词数应150个左右；2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
新高考英语短文读后续写班级：姓名：1.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。
An honest mistakeKarie double-checked the words on her spelling test. If she got 100 percent today , she' d win her class' First-Quarter Spelling Challenge and a brand new dictionary. Plus, Ms. McCormack had promised to do a handstand if anyone got a perfect score.Three more words to go. N-i-c-e-l-y. Q-u-i-c-k-l-y. H-o-n-e-s-t-y.Wait! She' d spelled honesty, not honestly. She hurriedly erased the t-y and wrote l-y before handing in her paper.Ms.McCormack k graded the test papers at the break.Meanwhile Karie Karie sat restlessly in her seat with her fingers crossed.Then，Ms.McCormack walked to the front of the room and cleared her throat.As if she were an Olympic gymnast，Ms.McCormack's feet flipped，空翻，into the air."Congratulations，Kare Karie，You did it，"she announced while upside down.The whole class burst into applause，Ms.McCormack righted herself and presented Karie with her prize.Karie grinned as she read w e g the label on the box，To Karie Carter, for her perfect first-quarter score in spelling."Everything OK?"Mom asked as Karie burst through the front door ww after school. Karie didn' t answer. As if by magic, she took out her spelling test paper and prize and showed them to her mother. Mom hugged her, asking her to put the test paper on the fridge so that Dad could see it when he got home.Karie took another look at the test paper before putting it on the fridqe. Her hands stopped in the midair. She just couldn' t believe her own eyes. Honesly?YES! H-O-N-E-S-L-Y!Mom sensed something unusual and asked why.Karie stuffed the test paper into her backpack and explained that she was just too excited.Mom brought her some tea.Yes，a"t"was exactly what she needed.After drinking a little，Karie plodded，重步走，down the hall，lost in ane r thought.How could she tell the class she hadn't earned the prize after all，That Ms.McCormack did the handstand for nothing，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。
2022届高考英语写作专题之读后续写精读精炼（七）原文呈现阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成- -篇完整的短文。
续写的词数应为150左右。
Ariana caught another whiff(难闻的味道) and tried to hold her breath. She moved away slightly, but Ashley only moved closer and continued talking. Ariana felt trapped. She badly wanted to tell Ashley that she didn't smell very good. But how could she do that without hurting Ashley's' feelings? Instead, she gathered the remains of her lunch to throw in the trash, thankful for the excuse to get some fresh air. She looked back to see Ashley eating quietly. Ashley's hair was tangled (乱糟糟的), and her clothes were dirty. Ariana forced herself to go back to the table and take her seat, vowing that she would not sit with Ashley tomorrow.When Ariana got home from school, she complained to her mother, "There's a girl named Ashley who likes to sit next to me in school, but she smells bad. "“She's probably having a tough day," said her mother. "“No, it's not just one day. She smells bad a lot," Ariana explained. "Nobody else likes to sit nex t to her, either.”"I don't think you understand Ashley's situation, so let me ask you this ..."Her mother's tone was serious. "Who makes sure that your hair is combed every morning so you'll look nice when you go to school?""You do," answered Ariana."Who makes sure you're bathed and cleaned every day? And your clothes are washed and neatly ironed?""You and Daddy," Ariana said again."Do you live in a nice home? Do you have enough to eat?"Ariana nodded, beginning to Teel guilty. She was starting to understand now. Ashley couldn't help with her situation because she was only eight years old-the same age as Ariana. Grown-ups are supposed to take care of kids."Why doesn't her family take better care of her?" Ariana asked."Not all children live in the best situation," her mother said. "The best thing you can do forAshley is to treat her with kindness and sympathy."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。
2022届高考英语写作专题之读后续写精读精炼（八）原文呈现阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成- -篇完整的短文。
续写的词数应为150左右。
Some of my earliest memories involve sitting with my dad in his study every night when he came home from the office. I’d watch as he put his personal items away: his watch, wallet, comb and car keys would always occupy the same spot on the table every time. It was as if he could see invisible lines drawn specifically for these things, not a centimetre more or less.Dad’s comb was jade green. I heard he bought it when he marr ied Mum, which made the comb two years older than I was. Every night, he would smile, hand me the comb and say: “Be a good girl and help Daddy clean it, OK?”I was more than happy to do it. At age five this ordinary task brought me such joy. I would excitedly turn the tap on, then brush the comb with a used toothbrush as hard as I could. Satisfied that I’d done a good job, I would proudly return the comb to Dad. He would smile at me, and place the comb on top of his wallet.About two years later, Dad left his sales job and started his own wholesale business. I started primary school. That was when things started to change. Dad's business wasn’t doing so well, and our stable life started getting shaky. He didn’t come home as much as he used to --- just a couple of times a week. And when he did come home, it was always late and I'd already be in bed. I started to get mad. Why didn’t he listen to Mum and just stick to his old job? Why take the risk and place the whole family in trouble? Over the years, I stopped waiting for him to come home, and stopped going downstairs to check on him.Today, I’m no longer a kid. Now 28, I’ve graduated from college and got a job. Dad’s business has also started to get back on track. Things are better now. Yet the uncomfortable silence between Dad and me continued.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。
专题22 读后续写【2021年】1.（2021·全国高考新高考Ⅰ卷）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。
A MOTHER’S DAY SURPRISEThe twins were filled with excitement as they thought of the surprise they were planning for Mother’s Day. How pleased and proud Mother would be when they brought her breakfast in bed. They planned to make French toast and chicken porridge. They had watched their mother in the kitchen. There was nothing to it. Jenna and Jeff knew exactly what to do.The big day came at last. The alarm rang at 6 a.m. The pair went down the stairs quietly to the kitchen. They decided to boil the porridge first. They put some rice into a pot of water and left it to boil while they made the French toast. Jeff broke two eggs into a plate and added in some milk. Jenna found the bread and put two slices into the egg mixture. Next, Jeff turned on the second stove burner to heat up the frying pan. Everything was going smoothly until Jeff started frying the bread. The pan was too hot and the bread turned black within seconds. Jenna threw the burnt piece into the sink and put in the other slice of bread. This time, she turned down the fire so it cooked nicely.Then Jeff noticed steam shooting out of the pot and the lid starting to shake. The next minute, the porridge boiled over and put out the fire. Jenna panicked. Thankfully, Jeff stayed calm and turned off the gas quickly. But the stove was a mess now. Jenna told Jeff to clean it up so they could continue to cook the rest of the porridge. But Jeff’s hand touched the hot burner and he gave a cry of pain. Jenna made him put his hand in cold water. Then she caught the smell of burning. Oh dear! The piece of bread in the pan had turned black as well.注意：1.续写词数应为150左右。
2021新高考英语读后续写系列练习含答案4套全1.阅读下面短文，根据所给情节进行续写，使之构成一个完整的故事。
In order to collect funds for charitable donation，my sister’s school was going to organise a concert.One of the performances was a short drama called “Christmas Eve”．When the notice was announced，my sister went to register for the drama immediately because she wasreally passionate(热情的) about role playing.On the day when students were given their respective roles，my little sister came home without any expression，and her lips tightly closed. “Are you chosen？”We asked her carefully，trying to not hurt her feelings.“Yes，”She said a word only.“Then why are you unhappy？”I asked. “It’s because of my role！”She shouted angrily.We all knew that “Christmas Eve”only had four characters: the father，the mother，the son and the daughter.“What is your role？”“They asked me to play the role of the dog！”After saying that，my sister rushed upstairs，leaving us watching each other in silence.We did not know whether to congratulate her or to comfort her for her role as adog.Dad talked to my sister after dinner，but we did not know what they had talked about.Anyway，my sister did not quit the performance .She was active in each practice and rehearsal(排练)．We were puzzled about what was there to practice in order to play the role of a dog.But my sister was really into the practice，and even bought protection cap for her knees，so that she would not feel the pain when she crawled(爬) on the stage.She also told us that the dog’s name was Danger.I noticed that every time when my sister was back from the rehearsal，her eyes shone excitedly.I did not know about the real meaning of her excitement until the day of the performance.On the grand day itself，I opened the pamphlet and found my sister’s name “Jane—Danger (Dog)”．I looked around，the hall was fully seated with many of my friends.I sat back quickly—it’s not such an honour to have a sister who acted as a dog.注意：1．所续写短文的词数应为150左右；2．应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；3．续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；4．续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。
专题09读后续写-新高考英语写作精讲+解题演示距离高考还有一段时间，不少有经验的老师都会提醒考生，愈是临近高考，能否咬紧牙关、学会自我调节，态度是否主动积极，安排是否科学合理，能不能保持良好的心态、以饱满的情绪迎接挑战，其效果往往大不一样。
以下是本人从事10多年教学经验总结出的以下学习资料，希望可以帮助大家提高答题的正确率，希望对你有所帮助，有志者事竟成！养成良好的答题习惯，是决定高考英语成败的决定性因素之一。
做题前，要认真阅读题目要求、题干和选项，并对答案内容作出合理预测;答题时，切忌跟着感觉走，最好按照题目序号来做，不会的或存在疑问的，要做好标记，要善于发现，找到题目的题眼所在，规范答题，书写工整;答题完毕时，要认真检查，查漏补缺，纠正错误。
总之，在最后的复习阶段，学生们不要加大练习量。
在这个时候，学生要尽快找到适合自己的答题方式，最重要的是以平常心去面对考试。
英语最后的复习要树立信心，考试的时候遇到难题要想“别人也难”，遇到容易的则要想“细心审题”。
越到最后，考生越要回归基础，单词最好再梳理一遍，这样有利于提高阅读理解的效率。
另附高考复习方法和考前30天冲刺复习方法。
1.(2023秋·海南高三期末统考)I always believe in the saying: Things will eventually sort themselves out. In the face of difficulty and trouble, I can always persuade myself to do my work first without enough conditions.Yesterday, we just moved into a new house and spent all our money. So we had to go through the rest of the month until my husband got paid.Today, my daughter, Laurie, went to school. After a while, out-of-breath and tired, our little girl ran back a block because she’d forgotten to tell me that it was her turn to bring cupcakes for the class-—today! I answered her with a promise to reach her classroom at noon with the cupcakes. She ran to school again, happy.Two minutes later, imagining Laurie’s trusting smile when I delivered on the promise, I searched in the boxes for baking tins and the mixer. I confidently set them on the counter and then opened the refrigerator, only to discover there were no eggs! How would I make cupcakes without eggs?I tried to figure out how I could fix the problem. Could I borrow some from neighbors or friends? Could I buy some on credit(赊账)? It was almost 9: 30 and I was running out of time. A little voice inside me whispered, “Start to do your work first! Things will eventually sort themselves out.” “Okay,” I said to myself, “I have to try my best to keep my word to my little girl and the worst result that might happen is that I bake ‘cakes’ with no eggs.”The next step was an act of faith. I turned on the oven and measured all the materials as my little son lined the tins with paper cups. We’d just finished making the frosting(糖霜)when I heard the mailman close the box at thefront door. Of course! The mailman could send us a refund (退款)check or something in the mail! I rushed to the door to get the mail and was shocked by what I found.注意：1.续写词数应150左右；2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
高考新题型读后续写练习20一．句子翻译1 深蓝色的夜空给这一场景增添了童话般的色彩。
————————————————————————————————————2 我们沿着一条蜿蜒的小道爬向山上的一处避难所。
————————————————————————————————————3 湖水深蓝，阳光在波平如镜的湖面上熠熠生辉。
————————————————————————————————————4 山中宁静的清晨，感受阳光洒在你的身上，呼吸鲜花的芳香，（聆听）鸟儿用它们的晨歌迎接新的一天。
————————————————————————————————————1 he sky, midnight blue, gave the scene a fairytale quality.2 We climbed up a winding track towards a mountain shelter.3 The water was deep blue and the sunlight glittered on its glass-clear surface.4 On a quiet morning in the mountains, feel the sun on yourskin and breathe in the sweet scent of fresh flowers while birds greet the new day with their morning song.二．读后续写篇章欣赏阅读下面材料，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。
续写的词数应为150左右。
Ariana caught another whiff(难闻的味道) and tried to hold her breath.She moved away slightly，but Ashley only moved closer and continued talking.Ariana felt trapped.She wanted badly to tell Ashley that she didn’t smell very good.But how could she do that without hurting her feelings? Instead，she gathered the remains of her lunch to throw in the trash，thankful for the excuse to get some fresh air.She looked back to see Ashley eating quietly.Ashley’s hair was tangled(乱糟糟的)，and her clothes were dirty.Ariana forced herself to go back to the table and take her seat，vowing(发誓) that she would not sit with Ashley tomorrow.When Ariana got home from school，she complained to her mother，“There’s a girl named Ashley who likes to sit next to me in school，but she smells bad.”“She’s probably having a tough day，” said her mother.“No，it’s not just one day.She smells bad a lot，” Ariana explained.“Nobody else likes to sit next to her，either.”“I don’t think you understand Ashley’s situation，so let me ask you this...，”her mother’s tone was serious.“Who makes sure that your hair is combed every morning so you’ll look nice when you go to school？”“You do，” answered Ariana.“Who makes sure you’re bathed and cleaned every day? And your clothes are washed and neatly ironed？”“You and Daddy，” Ariana said again.“Do you live in a nice home? Do you have enough to eat？”Ariana nodded，beginning to feel guilty.She was starting to understand now.Ashley couldn’t help her situation because she was only seven years old—the same age as Ariana.Grownups are supposed to take care of kids.“Why doesn’t her family take better care of her？” Ariana asked.“Not all children live in the best situation，” her mother said.“The best thing you can do for Ashley is to treat her with kindness and sympathy.”Paragraph 1：Ariana bit her bottom lip.Sadness for Ashley filled her heart.Paragraph 2：At the end of the school year，the second grade prepared to go on a field trip to the zoo.参考范文Ariana bit her bottom lip.Sadness for Ashley filled her heart.She vowed that from now on she would be the best friend that she could be to Ashley.At school，Ariana voluntarily sat next to Ashley.She willingly partnered with Ashley to help with her schoolwork.She teamed with Ashley to play games happily.On the day that Ashley smelled too bad，she moved away a little or politely asked Ashley for a little room.She was always careful not to hurt Ashley’s feelings.At the end of the school year，the second grade prepared to go on a field trip to the zoo.The day before the trip，the teacher announced that the class needed to bring a lunch from home.Ashley was absent，and Ariana worried that Ashley would not have a lunch because Ashley always ate the school lunches.So，the next day，Ariana asked her mom to make an extra lunch for Ashley—just in case.She was right.When Ariana gave the lunch to Ashley，tears welled up in Ashley’s eyes，and she thanked Ariana for her kindness and consideration.三．读后续写篇章练习阅读下面材料，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。
一“My aunt will come down very soon, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very calm young lady of fifteen years of age; “meanwhile you must try to bear my company.”Framton Nuttel tried to say something which would please the niece now present, without annoying the aunt that was about to come. He was supposed to be going through a cure for his nerves; but he doubted whether these polite visits to a number of total strangers would help much.“Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece, when she thought that they had sat long enough in silence.“Hardly one,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, you know, about four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.”“Then you know almost nothing about my aunt?” continued the calm young lady.“Only her name and address;” Framton admitted. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was married; perhaps she had been married and her husband was dead. But there was something of a man in the room.“Her great sorrow came just three years ago,” said the child. “That would be after your sister’s time.”“Her sorrow?” asked Framton.“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon,” said the niece, pointing to a long window that opened like a door on to the grass outside.“It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton; “but has that window got anything to do with your aunt’s sorrow?”“Out through that window, exactly three years ago, her husband and her twoyoung brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They never came back. In crossing the country to the shooting-ground, they were all three swallowed in a bog. Their bodies were never found.” Here the child’s voice lost its calm sound and became almost human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown dog that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dark. Do you know, sometimes on quiet evenings like this, I almost get a strange feeling that they will all walk in through the window?”It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.“I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said.“She has been very interesting,” said Framton.“I hope you don't mind the open window,” said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; “My husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way.” She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to change the topic; he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a part of her attention and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond.Paragraph 1:Then suddenly Mrs. Sappleton brightened into alert attention.Paragraph 2:Framton wildly grabbed his hat and stick; he ran out through the front door and through the gate.二Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him."The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said," ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch."The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and wholiked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. Paragraph 1:She telephoned the police and a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket.Paragraph 2:Just as the police got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.Reference:booby-hatch：精神病院strait-jacket: 用来束缚精神病患者的约束衣三I first heard this tale in India, where is told as if true --though any naturalist would know it couldn't be. Later someone told me that the story appeared in a magazine shortly before the First World War. That magazine story, and the person who wrote it, I have never been able to track down.The country is India. A colonial official and his wife are giving a large dinner party. They are seated with their guests--officers and their wives, and a visiting American naturalist -- in their spacious dining room, which has a bare marble floor, open rafters and wide glass doors opening onto a veranda.A spirited discussion springs up between a young girl who says that women have outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at-the-sight-of-a-mouse era and a major who says that they haven't."A woman's reaction in any crisis," the major says, "is to scream. And while a man may feel like it, he has that ounce more of self-control than a woman has. And that last ounce is what really counts."The American does not join in the argument but watches the other guests. As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, her muscles contracting slightly. She motions to the native boy standing behind her chair and whispers something to him. The boy's eyes widen: he quickly leaves the room.Of the guests, none except the American notices this or sees the boy place a bowl of milk on the veranda just outside the open doors.The American comes to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing -- bait for a snake. He realizes there must be a cobra in the room. He looks up at the rafters --the likeliest place --but they are bare. Three corners of the room are empty, and in the fourth the servants are waiting to serve the next course. There is only one place left -- under the table.His first impulse is to jump back and warn the others, but he knows the commotion would frighten the cobra into striking.Paragraph 1:He speaks quickly, the tone of his voice so commanding that it silences everyone.Paragraph 2:Screams ring out as he jumps to slam the veranda doors safely shut.四Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing by in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please!" "I can't help you," Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Paragraph 1:Love began to cry.Paragraph 2:Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"五The young people were going to Florida—three boys and three girls—and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.As the bus rumbled south, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He chewed the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into a roadside restaurant, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young peoplebegan to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.“We’re going to Florida,” she said brightly. “I hear it’s beautiful.”“It is,” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.In the morning, they awoke outside another restaurant, and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.“Are you married?”“I don’t know.”“You don’t know?” she said.“Well, when I was in the can I wrote to my wife,” he said. “I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn’t stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me. I’d understand. Get a new guy, I said -- she’s a wonderful woman, really something -- and forget about me.I told her she didn't have to write me. And she didn’t. Not for three and a half years.”“And you’re going home now, not knowing?”“Yeah,” he said shyly. “Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. There’s a big oak tree just as you come into town. I toldher that if she’d take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the oak tree, and I’d get off and come home. If she didn’t want me, forget it -- no handkerchief, and I would go on through."“Wow,” the girl said. “Wow.”She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Vingo’s home town, looking at the pictures he showed them of his wife and three children --the woman handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the cracked, much handled snapshots.Paragraph 1:Now they were 20 miles from the town.Paragraph 2:Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree.六Stuffy Pete took his seat on the third bench to the right as you enter Union Square from the east, at the walk opposite the fountain. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had taken his seat there promptly at 1 o'clock. But today Stuffy Pete's appearance at the annual trysting place seemed to have been rather the result of habit than of the yearly hunger which, as the philanthropists seem to think, afflicts the poor at such extended intervals.Certainly Pete was not starving. He had just come from an unexpected feast. He was passing a red brick mansion near the beginning of Fifth avenue, in which lived two old ladies of old family who respected traditions. One of their traditional habits was to send a servant at the gate to ask the first hungry wayfarer that came along after the hour of noon had struck, and banquet him to a finish. Stuffy Pete happened to pass by on his way to the park and enjoyed a free meal.Pete was sitting on the bench for a rest and then his eyes suddenly bulged out fearfully for he saw the Old Gentleman coming across Fourth avenue toward him. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had found Stuffy Pete there, and had led him to a restaurant and watched him eat a big dinner.The Old Gentleman was thin and tall and sixty. He was dressed all in black, and wore the old-fashioned kind of glasses that won't stay on your nose. His hair was whiter and thinner than it had been last year, and he seemed to make more use of his big, knobby cane with the crooked handle."Good morning," said the Old Gentleman. "I am glad to perceive that the vicissitudes of another year have spared you to move in health about the beautiful world. For that blessing alone this day of thanksgiving is well proclaimed to each of us. If you will come with me, my man, I will provide you with a dinner that should make your physical being accord with the mental."That is what the old Gentleman said every time. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years. The words themselves almost formed an Institution. Nothing could be compared with them except the Declaration of Independence. Always before they had been music in Stuffy's ears. But now he looked up at the Old Gentleman's face with tearful pain in his own. The fine snow almost sizzled when it fell upon his sweaty brow. But the Old Gentleman shivered a little and turned his back to the wind.Stuffy Pete looked up at him for a half minute, stewing and helpless in his own self-pity. The Old Gentleman's eyes were bright with the giving-pleasure."Thankee, sir. I'll go with ye, and much obliged. I'm very hungry, sir."The Old Gentleman led him southward to the restaurant, and to the table where the feast had always occurred. They were recognized."Here comes de old guy," said a waiter, "dat blows dat same bum to a meal every Thanksgiving."The waiters heaped the table with holiday food -- and Stuffy, with a sigh that was mistaken for hunger's expression, raised knife and fork and started eating. Turkey, chops, soups, vegetables, pies, disappeared before him as fast as they could be served. Gorged nearly to the uttermost when he entered the restaurant, the smell of food had almost caused him to lose his honor as a gentleman, but he fought like a true knight. Paragraph 1:In an hour Stuffy leaned back with a battle won.Paragraph 2:An hour later another ambulance brought the Old Gentleman.七Alexis Vaughan, 17, sat quietly in the passenger seat of her dad's car. She stared out the window at the Preston, Idaho, cornfields.Alexis, a high school student, let her eyes lazily scan the landscape for wildlife. Still, she was terrified when a deer came into view about 200 yards in front of them, just a few feet off the road. "Dad, there's a deer, there!" Alexis said, rolling down the window for a better look. It was a three-point buck (雄鹿)——a male deer with sharp, three-pronged antlers (角) on each side of its head．As the car moved closer, Alexis saw that the buck's head was bent toward the ground．Then she heard a scream. A few seconds later, she saw an arm fly up near the buck's head. Alexis realized the buck was attacking a woman. Sue Panter, a 44-year-old mother, had been out for her morning run. The buck had come out from the tall corn and began following her. Having lived in rural Idaho for years, Sue knew that most bucks got frightened by humans. But this buck edged closer, even when she threw at it with a handful of gravels(石子).Sue went to pick up a log to use for self-defense, and the buck charged．It liftedher with its antlers and threw her into the air. Sue could feel the horns punctured(刺穿) her leg and blood flowed down her leg．Within seconds, the buck had pushed her off the road and into the cornfield.When Alexis and her father pulled up, the buck was rolling Sue like a rag doll．Alexis looked into the woman's terrified eyes, and before her father had even stopped the car, the 104 pound teenager jumped quickly out of the car and down the slope toward the buck. She was kicking and hitting it to get its attention. Then Michael, her father, who had followed his daughter, wrestled the buck away from the women by holding the antlers.Paragraph1:Alexis helped Sue up the slope.Paragraph 2:Then she heard her father yell.八The policeman on the beat moved along the avenue impressively. The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, but it was rather chilly. Now and then you might see the lights of a shop or of a small restaurant. But most of the doors belonged to business places that had been closed hours ago. When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. Near the door of a darkened store a man was standing. As the cop walked toward him, the man spoke quickly."It's all right, officer," he said. "I'm just waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn't it? Well, I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands——'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant.""It was here until five years ago," said the cop. "It was torn down then."The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. He had a large jewel in his necktie."Twenty years ago tonight," said the man, "I had dinner here with Jimmy Wells. He was my best friend and the best fellow in the world. He and I grew up together here in New York, like two brothers. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn't have pulled Jimmy out of New York. He thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. ""It sounds interesting," said the cop. "Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?""Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But after a year or twowe lost track of each other. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door tonight, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds. "Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant door.""Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman."You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I've had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. ""I'll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right." said the policeman, passing on along his beat, checking doors as he went.In the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment smoked his cigar and waited. About twenty minutes later a tall man in a long overcoat hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.“Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully."Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door."Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other's hands with his own. "It's Bob, sure as fate. I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence.”"You've changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches.""Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty. Come on, Bob, We’ll go to a place I know, and have a good long talk about old times."Paragraph 1:The two men walked along the street, arm in arm.Paragraph 2:“Before we go on to the police station, here's a note for you from a cop named Wells." said the tall man.九I knew Marty's magic was fake, but I just couldn't prove it.Marty was new at school. Usually when you're the new kid, you lay low, but not Marty. On his first day, he made a toothpick disappear. One second he was holding the toothpick, and the next second it was gone! Everyone was asking him how he did it."It's magic!" Marty said proudly."At my old school, they actually called meMagic Marty.""Is he serious?" I whispered to my friend Brian. "Magic Marty? And does he always bring toothpicks to school?""I don't know, but that was pretty cool," Brian said, still watching Marty.I turned to walk away. It's not magic. He's tricking everyone, and I'm going to find out how he does it. That night at home, I found a box of toothpicks. I sat at the kitchen table for almost an hour trying to figure out how Marty had made one disappear. The only thing I learned was how to poke my hand 11 times with a toothpick."Matt, it's getting late. What are you still doing down here?"my mom asked."A new kid at school is doing magic tricks and everyone thinks it's amazing. I'm just trying to figure out how he did this one trick.""I'm curious. Why is this so important?""Because he's tricking people!" I cried."Sounds as if he's trying to make friends" My mom patted my arm. "It's your bedtime."The next day at shcool, Marty started his magic thing again. "It's hot today!" Marty said to a crowd around his. "So for today's trick, I'll turn this water into ice!" Marty pulled a water bottle out of his bag, along with a red plastic cup. He carefully poured water from his bottle into the cup. I watched from the back, hoping to catch a mistake. "Now I'll the magic wave!"Marty looked as if he was playing an invisible piano just above the cup. "Ta-da!" Marty got a handful of ice cubes! filled the hallway, and Brian reached over to give Marty a high five. "How did you do that?" someone asked.Marty smiled. "Sorry, but that's the first law of magic. A magician never revealshis secrets."Again I tried hard to reveal his trick that night, but I still couldn’t get it. Magic Marty had me, but the next day I caught a lucky break. At lunch, Marty was going on about how he could make things float. He had a ring in one hand and a pencil in the other. That's when I saw it: a thin piece of fishing line tied around the end of the pencil and attached to a Marty's shirt!Sure enough, he made the ring "float" by it over the pencil and hanging it from the line. No one else noticed, and soon the whole cafeteria was clapping. When the crowds were gone, I walked over. It was time to put an end to the Magic Marty show.Paragraph 1:"I know how you did it, "I said, folding my arms.Paragraph 2:Marty let out a relieved sigh, and I turned to walk away.十Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart disease, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad accident was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed."She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.She was young, with a fair, calm face. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes,whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, she was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will --as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been.When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.And yet she had loved him—sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.Paragraph 1:"What are you doing Louise? For heaven's sake open the door!" Josephine was kneeling before the closed door, begging for admission.Paragraph 2:Suddenly they heard someone opening the front door with a key.一Paragraph 1Then suddenly Mrs. Sappleton brightened into alert attention. “Here they are at last! Just in time for tea!” she cried. Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction. In the increasing darkness three figures were walking across the grass towards the window; they all carried guns under their arms. A tired brown dog kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they drew near to the house.Paragraph 2Framton wildly grabbed his hat and stick; he ran out through the front door and。
