2021届高考二轮复习书面表达我来给鸡汤类的英语写作一剑封喉学案英语[7]

2021届全国新高考英语备考复习高考英语优秀范文1、WritingDirections: for this part, you are allowed 30 minutes to write a short essay entitled Is the Ban on Abusive Language Online Helpful? You should write at least 120 words following the outline given below.1．对网上不文明语言的禁令引起热议2．有人认为禁令有效，也有人认为禁令无意义3．我的观点Is the Ban on Abusive Language Online Helpful?Recently, the topic whether the ban on abusive language on the Internet is helpful or not has aroused great attention and debate. Some people believe it helpful while others doubt its effectiveness.Those in favor of this move state that imposing the ban on online abuse is a counterattack against the deterioration of the communication method on the Internet. More significantly, it’s no doubt that the ban gives positive guidance to either netizens or the public and helps encourage higher morality. However, other people oppose that the ban, as a matter of fact, is unnecessary and difficult to practice, for the users can well disguise their true identity. Furthermore, morality should be something rooted in an individual’s heart so to underline the ban will do nothing to encourage people to be more polite.Personally speaking, I agree with the former opinion. Abusive language online, in most cases illogical, is a desperate insult to suppress others’ ideas. Thus, ban concerning this issue can offer helpful instructions to the netizens. In addition, it also contributes to promoting the moral standards of the whole society.2、Directions: for this part, you are allowed 30 minutes to write a short essay entitled Is Offering Seats Compulsory for Young Bus Riders? You should write at least 120 words following the outline given below.1.近来，有关公交车上年轻乘客是否应该让座的话题引起热议2.有人表示赞成，也有人表示反对3.我的观点Is Offering Seats Compulsory for Young Bus Riders?In recent years, there have been many disputes about young’s giving seats to the elderly on buses. Some people maintain that the elderly are physically weak and are more prone to falling and getting hurt when standing on a moving bus. Therefore, young people, especially those taking the priority seats, have obligation to offer the seats to senior citizens to prevent potential hurt.Some people, however, think the other way. Young passengers, they say, pay for the bus trip, so they enjoy the same right as the senior citizens to use the seats on the bus. Besides, many young riders, though physically strong, can’t escape being exhausted by a day’s work and are in great need the seats on the buses too. Forcing them to give up the seats seems inhuman and unfair.In my view, whether it is compulsory for the young to give up their seats to needy riders depends on the kind of seats they take. In general, it is a moral requirement for young passengers on regular seats to do so. However, for those sitting on priority seats, it is a legal obligation.3、Directions: for this part, you are allowed 30 minutes to write a short essay entitled My view on charity. You should write at least 120 words following the outline given below.1.近来，有些从事慈善事业的个人和机构受到人们的批评。

名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 Two Kinds of People班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选Two Kinds of People捡一个纸箱子的时候，他想起来父亲对他的教化。

世界上有两种人，一种是伸手去做事的人，另外一种是观望的人。

这个教化对作者的一生产生重大的影响，引导了他走向真善美之路。

Character is doing the right thing when nobody’s looking.~J.C. WattsOur boys had taken the recycling bin out to the street the night before, because our morning pickup was at the crack of dawn. The next morning, I discovered Old Man Winter’s cruel joke. The relentless South Dakota wind had turned cardboard boxes into winte r’s version of tumbleweeds. They were scattered everywhere. I needed to run out and gather them before the collection truck pulled up. I zipped insulated coveralls over my PJs, added a parka and scarf, and then sealed myself up with mittens and a cap. I scurried out the door and zigzagged across the driveway like a chicken pecking for seeds.In a few moments, I’d snagged the stray boxes and crammed them into the bin. It was a good thing. My face was quick to remind me that exposed skin in below-zero temperatures is not a good idea.I was ready to dash back into the house when I spied it. One of the cardboard boxes had made its merry way to the park next door. I grimaced as I fought the temptation to leave it there. I stood frozen (figuratively and literally) as the words my father had spoken years before began to echo in my brain.I could hear his voice as it carried over the sound of burgers sizzling from the heat of Kingsford charcoalbriquets. In the background, cows were meandering and mooing as they made their way from the field to the stock tank. I sniffed the sweet smell of freshly cut alfalfa. I was sitting cross-legged on the picnic table as we made small talk. I asked him how his day at work had been.He indicated it was fairly typical: conference calls, meetings, and paperwork. And then he caught himself and said that one interesting thing had happened. Someone in the hallway had walked past a piece of garbage.He had my attention. What was so important about a piece of garbage? I thought.He went on to describe the scenario. His place of business had rather long hallways. He said he noticed a wrapper at the end of the hall. He kept himself back and observed the number of people who walked past it. He could tell that some of the folks had seen it but chose not to stop. Eventually, someone picked up the wrapper and plopped it in the mouth of a waiting garbage can.And then my dad said something that has stuck with me ever since.“I learned today that there are two kinds of people in the world — the kind who, when they see garbage, will stop and pick it up… and the kind who won’t.”He continued, “It made me realize that we all get to decide what k ind of person we’re going to be — a person who leaves the world better than how they found it, or a person who doesn’t.”Then he looked at me with a smile and his penetrating, blue eyes. I knew that he was asking me, without saying it out loud, “What kind of person will you be?”It’s been forty years since that conversation. I’ve lost track of how many times his unspoken advice has affected the choices I’ve made. Some of those decisions were of major consequence; my career, my marriage, my callings… all of them were influenced by those words.And yet, the truth is, those big decisions were shaped by hundreds of little choices that youth gave me the opportunity to make first:Classmate being bullied? Stand up for him.Money to spend? Save it up.Litter in the street? Pick it up.Want to give up? Pull yourself up.Each time, I had a decision to make. And the backdrop for them all? “There are just two kinds of people in the world.”Today, my father’s advice is finding its way into my kids’ lives. Their choices regarding vocation and how they conduct themselves in relationships, as well as being of service to others, are being influenced by that unspoken challenge: “What kind of person will you be?”I’m grateful for his words, but even more for the way he modeled what it looks like to leave the world better than how you found it.Oh, and that renegade cardboard box? You already know what happened. Despite having all the mobility of a Michelin Man bubbled in layers of clothing, I ran tothe park, snagged the box and, with a grin as broad as my frozen face would allow, slam-dunked it into the bin!My dad’s been gone for more than a decade now, but I still tell him I get it: Two kinds of people, Dad… two kinds of people.— Cindy K. Krall —【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选A Cookbook and a Prayer（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________【文章梗概】儿子想向妈妈借一本烤面包的烹饪书，最终妈妈答应了。

但他在制作的过程中还是把书弄脏了。

哪儿也买不到这本书，他只能祈祷，希望出现奇迹。

最后在差不多不得不向妈妈承认这件事的时候，他们外出买东西时看到了一家书店卖面包烹饪书。

真诚的祈祷真会出现奇迹！I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.~G.K. Chesterton “Mom, can I borrow your bread cookbook?” My mother shot me an incredulous look. I knew exactly what she was thinking; she didn’t even have to say it. The expression on her face said it all. “I don’t think so, dear.”When it came to cooking and baking, my mother and I were of the same mind. We both clipped recipes from women’s magazines and could spend hours perusing cookbooks and planning special dinners as though it were sport. Oh, we were both creative in the kitchen, all right, and frequently joked that our talent must have been an inherited gift. After all, my grandmother could craft anything from apple strudel complete with homemade phyllo dough, to barbecue with all the fixings. What I didn’t inherit, however, was both ladies’ meticulous style.Since childhood, I’d watch in awe as my two mentors operated with nary a spill or so much as a grain of sugar dropped to the floor. On the other hand, I was a mess. I’d start off with the best of intentions, ingredients lined up like soldiers with measurin g cups at the ready. But then I’d turn to grab the salt shaker and catch a cup of milk with my elbow, spilling it across the counter, or pour the flour a bit too fast from the container, dusting the floor. I tried to be neat, I really did. But despite it all, some unhappy little accident always seemed to happen.My clumsiness didn’t deter me, though, and I continued to increase my repertoire by mastering the art of baking with yeast. My mother made wonderful loaves of bread from recipes in this special cookbook. Walnut and oatmeal, raisin-cinnamon, or my favorite, a crusty French bread — her house smelled divine whenever she baked. I wanted to borrow that book. I needed to have it. “Mom, won’t you reconsider?”“Don’t you remember what happened to the last book you borrowed?” she reminded. “You spilled buttermilk on the corner, and the pages stuck together.”“I won’t do that again,” I assured her. “Besides, that was an accident.”“It’s always an accident with you.”I suppose I must have looked especially pitiful that day, or perhaps my mother was anticipating the extra loaf of bread she knew I would bake for her, but with a sudden change of heart, she reached into her cabinet and pulled out none other than The Bread Book. “Nothing better happen to this,” she warned.“Nothing,” I parroted as I grabbed the book with one hand and crossed my heart with the other. “Promise.”Back at my house, I cradled the open cookbook in a clean kitchen towel and placed it on a shelf above my counter. I wasn’t taking any chances. This was my opportunity to redeem myself,and I wasn’t going to blow it. One by one, I measured, stirred and sifted each ingredient slowly and cautiously. Then it came time to turn the dough into a bowl rubbed with oil so that it could rise freely without sticking to the sides. With a sure hand, I unscrewed the cap. Then I lifted the bottle of oil and, in nothing short of a gymnastic maneuver, it flew from my fingers into the air and landed on top of my mother’s precious cookbook.I tried every trick I knew to minimize the damage. I mopped the pages with paper towels and placed tissues between them to stop the oil from spreading. I even dusted the book with baby powder and cornstarch to absorb the grease, all to no avail. It was ruined. I thought quickly, but could come up with no other good solutions. The only hope I had was to come clean to my mother and buy her a new book to replace the one I had damaged.In the days long before the Internet, that required some footwork. When I finished baking my bread, I began calling bookstores in the area to see if they had a copy in stock. All too soon, I found out the sorry truth: The Bread Book was out of print. Furthermore, it had been a small print run, and chances were no store — anywhere — had any remaining copies.I started to shake. And then I started to pray. Even though it seemed frivolous to make such a request in prayer, I could think of no other course of action. Oh, Lord, I thought. You know my heart. I meant to do something good, yet it turned out bad. I don’t want to disappoint my mother. Please help me find a way out of this mess.The following weekend, my mother and I had a date to do some holiday shopping. My stomach churned as I thought of seeing her again and having to tell her the truth. I would confess after we finished our errands, I decided. There was no use ruining the whole day. Besides, there was a bookstore in the mall and maybe, by some miracle, they might have a copy.Yet, it was not to be.On the drive home, I was getting ready to tell her when my mother pointed out a dollar store on the main road. “Let’s stop in and take a look,” she said. “I need some wrapping paper anyway.”So, we did. And as I walked through the doors of the most dusty, dingy dollar store I had ever seen, there, right at the first end cap, was a pile of scattered books with a copy of The Bread Book right on top. I can’t say for certain this was a miracle, but it sure felt like one. I paid my dollar and gave my mother the book. She was happy. I was happy. And after I filled her in on the details of my story, we both agreed that perhaps no honest request made in prayer is ever too frivolous to be answered.~Monica A. Andermann【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

心灵鸡汤的高三英语作文English Version: The Power of Positive ThinkingTitle: Nourishing the Soul: The高三 (Senior Year) Journey and the Power of Positive ThinkingHigh school is a pivotal time in the lives of young adults, and for those of us in our senior year, it is a period of intense study, self-discovery, and preparation for the future. It is during these formative years that we often encounter the concept of "chicken soup for the soul," or the motivational stories and words of wisdom that can inspire and uplift us.Positive thinking is more than just an optimistic outlook on life; it is a powerful tool that can help us navigate the challenges of senior year. It is the mental and emotional equivalent of a warm bowl of chicken soup on a cold day—it nourishes us from the inside out.In the face of exams, college applications, and the pressures of teenage life, it's easy to become overwhelmed. However, by adopting a positive mindset, we can transform these challenges into opportunities for growth. Each test is not just an assessment but a chance to learn, each essay is a story waiting to be told, and each day is a new beginning.The power of positive thinking is not only about self-belief but also about resilience. When we encounter setbacks, it is our positive attitude that helps us to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and keep moving forward. It is the quiet strength that resides within each of us, waiting to be tapped into.Moreover, positive thinking has a ripple effect on those around us. When we choose to see the good in people and situations, we inspire others to do the same. It is a form of leadership that can bring about positive change in our school community and beyond.In conclusion, the journey through senior year is a complex and challenging one, but it is also filled with opportunities for growth and self-improvement. The power of positive thinking is a guiding light thatcan illuminate our path, providing us with the strength and inspiration we need to succeed. Let us embrace this power, nourish our souls, and continue our journey with hope and determination.Chinese Version: 积极思考的力量标题：滋养心灵：高三旅程与积极思考的力量高中是青少年生活中一个关键时期，对于我们这些高三学生来说，这是一个紧张学习、自我发现和为未来做准备的时期。

说简洁易懂的话请阅读下面文字，并按照要求用英语写一篇150词左右的文章。

More than 100,000 volunteers in 132 cities spent a weekend picking up plastic and other waste across the country, in a joint worldwide effort to clean up the planet.To celebrate the 10th World Cleanup Day on Sept 15, some 700 non-profit NGOs (non-governmental originations) and social groups held activities aimed at cleaning up the environment and tackling the waste crisis throughout China, mobilizing an estimated 1 million-plus people.From snowcapped mountains to vast oceans, people united in taking action to remove waste from the environment to raise awareness of the severity of the crisis.“Where there is a will, every day can be and should be ‘Cleanup Day’,” says Ma Yongjian, a volunteer from Beijing who rec ently did “plogging”—jogging while picking up trash—with his friends in Yudong Park in the northwest of the city.“We must change the way of living we are used to, to reduce waste from its source,” says Joe Harvey, a British national and promoter of “zero waste” lifestyles in China. He and his girlfriend Carrie Yu created The Bulk House, a brand that provides zero-waste solutions for daily living. They are urging people to reduce or eliminate the use of plastic and single-use disposables, such as plastic utensils, bags and beverage bottles.Sounding a note of caution, Mao Da, a specialist in environmental history at Beijing Normal University, says: “In recent years, the massive consumption and materialistic craze have worsened the waste situation as trash has been produced at a faster pace and in greater quantities.”【写作内容】1. 以约30个词概括文章大意。

2021届新高考英语二轮复习书面表达+短文续写(四)题组一:1.假定你是李华,你的英国朋友Jack在“汉语桥”(Chinese Bridge Competition)中文比赛中获得一等奖。

请你用英语给他写一封邮件, 内容包括：1.表示祝贺；2.肯定Jack付出的努力;3.赠送中国四大名著小说。

注意：1.词数80左右。

开头和结尾已给出，不计入总词数。

2.可适当增加细节，以使行文连贯。

Dear Jack,Knowing that you won the first prize in the Chinese Bridge Competition,r m looking forward to your greater progress in thefuture.Yours,Li Hua 2.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 lazy Sunday morning, the type of day that getting out of bed requires an effort. When Marilyn and I entered the kitchen, Lori was already at the table doing her homework. Seeing us coming, she, suddenly, stood and faced me, “Why are there more pictures of Lisa than there are of me?” she asked. Lisa is our older daughter.I stared back, not understanding the question. Lori turned and left the room. Caught off-guard by the question, I looked at Marilyn. "Are there more pictures of Lisa than of Lori?” Marilyn shrugged and raised her eyebrows in a motion of puzzlement. “Are you aware that there are more pictures of Lisa than Lori?M I added.Marilyn said, "I' ve never counted them. I don' t know. ”Marilyn' s answer was the same as my thoughts, “I hadn' t realized that there was any significant difference. Now why would Lori ask such a question?n I asked.Marilyn just shook her head and stared back at me. After a few minutes of thought she said, “When Lisa was born, you were taking photographs. You hardly went anywhere without a camera. When Loriwas born, you were involved in colored slides （幺J及丁片）.There must be hundreds of slides of Lori somewhere in the house that Lori has never seen or doesn' t remember. ”After digesting Marilyn* s remarks, I agreed. u After Lori leaves, we' 11 look for those slides. Who knows, we may find more slides of Lori than pictures of L isa, “ I joked.Later that afternoon, when we were alone, we went into the basement where we had stored the boxes that we had brought from our previous home. It wasn' t long before we discovered the trays of slides, and for the rest of the afternoon we looked at each tray, pointing out those slides that highlighted Lori.“What are you going to do?” Marilyn asked.“ It' s her birthday in a few weeks, “ I said, "We' 11 select about one hundred slides with Lori and convert （转换,转变）them into pictures, put them into an album and give to her as a gift. I don' t know if the album will answer her question, but at least she' 11 know that we care enough to find her an answer.” 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Over the next few days, we secretly went through allof our slides. _________________________On November 24, before leaving for work, I opened her door and slipped the album inside.题组二：1.假定你是李华。

名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 At Face Value班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选At Face Value指定地方看了全部的狗，都没有发觉梦里的那只狗。

就在我快要离开的时候，无意中发觉了它，却被告知已经被别人收养。

后来那家人把那只狗送给了我。

小狗两岁时，我患上癫痫。

About five years ago I had a recurring dream. The message was clear and precise, directing me to go to a specific shelter and adopt a particular dog. It was obvious from the dream that I would know the dog by something unusual about its face. But when I woke up, I could never recall what the unique facial feature was. I could only remember it was important for identifying the right dog.I was very curious and felt compelled to follow the instructions in the dream. So early one Saturday morning, I went to the specified shelter to check the available canine adoptees. After looking carefully at all the dogs, I was disappointed that not one dog had anything unusual about its face. There were lots of cute puppies and just as many appealing older dogs, but I didn’t feel a connection to any of them.On my way out of the shelter, I noticed a box of puppies just outside of view from the main area. My attention was drawn to one puppy in particular, and I decided to take a closer look. The one puppy appeared to have no fur on his face, while the rest of the litter were all black with spots of white. I was worried about the strange-looking pup, and hoped he hadn’t been injured. The puppies were a mix of black Lab and Chesapeake Bay retriever, called Chesapeake Labs. Each pup was named after a type of pasta. The one who had captured my interest was Fettuccine. On closer inspection, I realized he did have fur on his face, but it was a very odd shade of gray that made it look like skin. Satisfied that he was okay, I turned to leave the shelter.And then it hit me: The face—it’s the dog with the unusual face! Immediately, I returned to the puppy and picked him up. As I lifted him from the box, his large and clumsy paws reached over my shoulders to cling tightly to my back. We bonded instantly, and I knew we belonged together. I could not leave without him, so I headedfor the adoption desk. In that short amount of time, the gray-faced pup had wrapped his paws around my heart.Meeting with the adoption counselor, I was informed that a family had already selected him. There was, however, still a slight chance since the family had not made their final decision. They were choosing between Fettuccine, the gray-faced pup, and his littermate, a female named Penne. I decided to wait for their decision.I hung around outside, watching the door. After an anxiety-filled hour, I saw the family leaving the shelter carrying Fettuccine. I began to cry inside. Then I realized a member of the family, the mother, was walking straight toward me. They knew I was awaiting their decision, and I was prepared for the worst. My heart pounded and I stood frozen in place as she approached. For a moment she didn’t say a word or give any indication of her decision, then, with a broad grin, she said, “Here’s yo ur dog.”I was speechless as grateful tears gushed from my eyes. I hugged the puppy to me and again felt those big front paws securely hugging my back. Although I was thankful to have him then, I didn’t know how thankful I would be later.I took the gray-faced pup home and named him Dominic, keeping Fettuccine as his middle name. From the start, he was not at all a typical, rambunctious puppy. He was very calm, serious and didn’t play much. However, he was obedient, intelligent and very attentive. We lived happily together, and as Dom grew into a healthy, robust dog, he became my valued companion.When Dominic was two years old, I was diagnosed with a seizure disorder. I was having full-blown grand mal seizures as well as milder petit mal types. These seizures caused me to collapse into unconsciousness. Upon awakening, I would always find Domon top of me. At first I was not at all happy to have a ninety-pound dog lying on top of me, until I came to realize he was preventing me from hurting myself by restricting my thrashing movements.During mild seizures, Dom stood rock solid, so I could hold onto his front legs until the seizure passed. He was also helpful after a seizure. As I began to regain consciousness, I was aware of his “voice.” Focusing on his barkin g became a means to bring me back to full consciousness. I soon came to rely on Dom to warn me before a seizure would take hold, and we’d work through it together, each of us knowing what we had to do till the crisis passed. Dom was my four-legged medical assistant.During my worst period, I had five grand mal seizures a day. They came without warning, but the force of the seizures and the physical injuries I received were minimized when the vigilant Dom sprang into action. Dominic, the puppy I was led to in a dream, turned out to be a natural-born seizure-assistance dog—a one-in-a-million pup with astounding instincts.For about a year I had seizures every day, then they gradually started to subside.I am now well, and seizure-free. Dom has returned to his previous daily doggy activities, though still watchful of me and ready to be of assistance. He finds ways to help out around the house—and I indulge his sense of duty, since that is what he lives for.Some heroes wear a uniform or a badge; my hero wears fur.Linda Saraco【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A Tenth of a Mile班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A Tenth of a Mile【文章梗概】因为不良的饮食习惯和生活习惯，我体重超重，但我并不想改变。

在居家颓废生活的日子里，我偶然浏览到旧时的小伙伴胖子已瘦很多。

第二天，在女友的鼓励下，我从改变饮食入手，到在小区周围散步和走路，再到定跑1/10公里的小目标。

我在放弃和坚持间抉择，一点一滴的进步着。

我终于在一周之内完成了既定目标，增强了运动的信心。

ck bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. ~J.K.RowlingAll my life, I have been overweight. Many factors have played into that simple fact. Poor eating habits and a picky appetite left me eating bulk amounts of the least nutritious foods. A larger interest in video games thansports left little desire for participating in school activities. Mostly, it was the lack of desire to better myself.Losing my job made matters worse than they ever were as a kid. With plenty of money in my bank account, I decided to coast for a while. Why not enjoy the break? Naturally, my car decided to spring an oil leak a week later. Though still operable, it was in my best interest not to drive here and there.This resulted in my already-deep depression getting even worse. I lounged around my apartment, barely moving. Having my own money meant I could have whatever I wanted for dinner. Often, I ended up ordering pizza. The calories racked up fast. Since I had no scale, I can only guess what the overall damage was.The turning point came from an odd place. One night, scrolling through Facebook, I found a picture of an old school friend. Obesity was no stranger to him back in the day. Weighing well more than me, I imagined he would never change.So imagine my surprise when I saw that he had shrunk to half the size I remembered.I started my process of bettering myself the next day. Getting groceries from the store was step one. Thanks to my girlfriend, my food palate had expanded ever so slightly. A $30 bill for somewhat healthier meals that lasted a week bested $20 deliveries every day. The next step — which I dreaded most — was exercise.I started slow. Running was not on my agenda for a while. I began with walks around the neighborhood, circling the shortest block I could find. Even that was taxing at first. Don’t get me started on the proper regimen I went through next. Push-ups, lunges and squats, oh my!My body ached, and nothing excited me more than the prospect of quitting. My girlfriend’s encouragement was my only deterrent.Then, it happened. My walks eventually expanded to several blocks’ worth. On the fifth day of my fitness binge, I stared far down the road, probably a tenth of a mile in length. That might sound short to some, but back then it might as well have been an ocean wide.“Way too far to run,” I told myself. The rare bursts beyond simple walking had lasted mere seconds. But, in the back of my mind, another voice spoke.It said, “I can do this.”My feet took off without a second thought. Right away, familiar burning pulsed through them, all the way up my legs. Passing parked cars and houses alike, a similar pain throbbed in my lungs. I was desperate for air. Silly me had forgotten my water at home. Nothing was going to help me but stopping. It would have been so simple to stop.“I can do this,” I croaked aloud, sounding like a dying man.My body disagreed. Less than halfway to the end of the street, I started wavering. Running turned to jogging, which turned to a halfhearted trot. It must have been quite a sight for the neighbors. I bet they thought the same thing I did: I should quit.“I can do this,” I said instead.Embellishment might sell this story a little sweeter, but I won’t lie. By the end, I came up a little short. Thirty feet or so divided me from my goal. I thought myself a fool. Clearly, I was never going to make it. But when I looked back, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The distance seemed farther then, after almost crossing it all. After months of doing nothing but sitting and eating, I had almost achieved my desire in less than a week.I’d call it breathtaking, but you can blame th e running on that.Ignoring the agony, I walked home and performed my workout. I must have lain down for hours after my shower. Yet, throughout it all, my smile never faded. By morning, I was ready to take on the challenge again. And, to my surprise, I surpassedit. I blazed through the stop sign and rounded the corner, not halting until I returned to my apartment.My physical and mental health improved hand-in-hand. The farther I pushed myself, the better I felt. It’s been a month now. While I haven’t comp letely escaped thoughts of giving up, they’re quieter now. Quieter than the voice that urged me forward, a voice I scarcely recognized as my own.“I can do this.”【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

2021届高考英语二轮专题总复习书面表达精选范文〔背诵版〕(1)请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In an English speech competition, you are asked to describe the following picture and explain to the judges how you understand it.One possible version:In the picture, we can see a circle of bricks standing next to each other. The first brick on the right is falling down, causing the falling of the next one. In the end, the whole circle will be ruined.The picture conveys a message that the success of a project depends on each individual step. When each individual step is given full attention, it is quite likely that the whole project will be a success. In the same way, a mistake in one step may lead to a complete failure of the whole project, as is shown in the picture. So each individual step can make the difference between success and failure. We should try our best every step of the way.( 2 )根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In your English class, you are asked to describe the following picture and explainto your classmates how you understand it.参考词汇:秤:scale;秤砣:weight第二小题开放作文One possible version:As we can see in the picture, a man is hung on a scale, which is balanced by the weight. The man is carrying something while his eyes are staring at the weight, which stands for value.I think this picture tries to tell us that the man is eager to get more in return for what he has done for the society. Without pay he would probably do nothing. As our country is still developing, we need more people who can make contributions. Only when everyone does his best can our society become better in the shortest possible time.( 3 )请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In your English class, you are asked to describe the following picture and explain to your classmates how you understand it.One possible version:As is shown in the picture, lines of cars are stuck on the roads, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green. With the help of two big birds, a man, holding a briefcase in his hand, is flying over the cars.The picture vividly shows the seriousness of the traffic problem, which is a headache nowadays all over the world. Traveling during rush hours is by no means easy. However, the man in the picture thinks out an idea. He gets help from two big birds, which hold a tree branch to carry him to work. This is really a good idea. Though the idea he thinks of doesn't really work in our real life, we can benefit from his creative imaginations. Man has a great power of creativity, with which he has made inventions from wheels to planes.It's high time we thought of effective ways to solve the problem of traffic and I'm sure it will be solved in the near future.( 4 )请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In your English class, the teacher shows the picture below and asks the class to discuss it.Your classmates may have different understandings.Look at the picture carefully and tell the class how YOU understand it.One possible versionIn the picture, two goats are tied to each other with a rope. They both see some grass in opposite directions, and try to pull to get their own food. They are unsuccessful, because the rope is too short to allow them to eat the food at the same time. The picture is trying to tell us that cooperation is better than conflict. Both of the goats want their food at the same time, which has formed a conflict between them. However, if they decide to cooperate and eat the grass on the left first, and then the grass on the right, they will both be able to get their food. Thus things will turn into a "win-win" situation.Therefore, remember that sometimes our goal is not that we get something and the other gets nothing, but that all people get what they want. Cooperation will benefit everyone.( 5 )请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In an English speech competition, you are asked to describe the following picture and explain to the judge how you understand it.One possible version:As is shown in the picture, a person/man/woman is walking on the Chinese character "I" with confidence. Although there is a long winding road to go, he/she still persists in his/her own way.In my opinion, the picture tries to tell us that life is like a journey, during which we may meet with difficulties and challenges. Whatever difficulties we may face, we should hold on to our own dreams. It is we ourselves who influence our success, happiness and future. We are supposed to be self-determined and self-confident. Thus we can achieve our goals.( 6 )请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In your English class, you are asked to describe the following picture and explain to your classmates how you understand it.第二节开放作文One possible version:In the picture, a man and a woman are looking at the same thing — a coin. But they have different ideas of the coin. What the man knows is the front side of the coin and the woman knows is the back side of the coin.From this picture we can know the reason why people have different ideas about the same thing. They are looking at it from different directions. So next time when your friends' ideas are different from yours, don't get angry. Try to think about the things from their standpoints. Maybe you can see another picture.( 7 )请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.At the Opening Ceremony of 2021 Beijing Olympic Games, all the audience were amazed to see the picture below, which is a Chinese character "he". Please tell how you understand it.One possible version:I think"和"is a very good word to choose at the Opening Ceremony of this great gathering, which means "Harmony" in English. First, we need "Harmony" among our Chinese people. We have the same ancestor and belong to one big family. It is our wish to work together to make our country a strong one in the world. Second, we need "Harmony" among world people. If we can have a tolerant heart and show respect for different cultures,beliefs and religions, there will be no wars in the world. Besides, we need "Harmony" among all the living beings. Humans and animals share the same earth, so we need a harmonious environment to live together. I think the word really represents our good feelings in this beautiful summer and it is remarkable to use this word to show our great Chinese culture.( 8 )请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.Your English teacher shows the picture below and asks the class to discuss it. Your classmates have different understandings. Look at the picture carefully and tell the class how YOU understand it.One possible version：As we can see in the picture, two men are staring at a potted flower with different expressions on their faces. One person is thinking about the sad ending of the flower, while the other is imagining the flower blooming.In my opinion, the picture is trying to tell us that different people may have different attitudes towards life. Faced with the same situation in our daily life, pessimistic people may feel helpless and complain about it all day long. Optimistic people, however,may look at it positively and take it as a chance to show his abilities and talents. Therefore, it is our attitude that matters in our life.( 9 )根据下面的提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In your English class, you are asked to describe the following picture and explain to your classmates how you understand it.提示词:坚韧toughness 节制 control 手推车 cartOne possible version:In the picture, a man is pushing a cart to the top of a hill. Inside the cart was some sand with a flag , reading "toughness" planted on it. Judging from his expression, he was working very hard and spared no effort to make it. On the other side, a man is carrying another cart from the top of the hill. Compared with the first cart, they were almost the same except the words on the flag and action. This time, it reads "control" on the flag.The whole picture was telling us that only if we be toughness can we get to the top, but after getting to the top, we should learn to control. Applied in daily life, that's the way how people succeed and what to do after success. In a word, the way to successis full of difficulties around. No matter how hard it is, we should stick to the end. After this, we should not be too proud, instead, we need to be more modest and keep our mind clear .( 10 )请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In an English lesson, your teacher shows the picture to you and asks you to think and then write something about how you understand it. Now pick up your pen and begin, will you? 生词提示:剪子 a pair of scissorsOne possible version:A gardener is cutting the bushes with a pair of big scissors. The bushes under his scissors look neat, tidy and in good order but they can never grow up into their full shape with wide green leaves.I think these trees can be compared to us young children. Trees will grow up in the future, some tall and some short. Tall trees can provide people with cool shade and short ones can help beautify our environment. Similarly, we can be brought up to play different roles in the society. The world needs variety. Variety is beauty. I hope teenagers can be given more freedom in school. We can do and learn what we reallyneed and are interested in. Only difference can make our world colorful and enjoyable. ( 11)请根据下面提示,写一篇短文.词数不少于 50.In your English class, you are asked to describe the following picture and explain to your classmates how you understand it.One possible version:As we can see in the picture, two men are standing side by side, smiling. They share one characteristic, strong in one arm, while weak in the other. I guess they smile because they find someone who can help them accomplish a task that cannot be completed by either of them alone.Like the two men in the picture, we all have strengths and weaknesses, and what we can do is limited. However, weaknesses don't necessarily mean failure, but may indicate the possibility of cooperation. By working with others, and making the best use of each other's talents, we can always achieve a better result.( 12 )In an English speech competition, you are asked to describe the following picture and explain to the judges how you understand it.One possible version:As can be seen in the picture, a tree is broken by the strong wind, while the grass still stays as it is. Weak and small as the grass is, it can stand the strong wind. It is the same with human beings. Some people look very strong, but they are easily defeated by difficulties. Weak as some people may seem, they are actually strong in mind, just like the grass in the picture. This kind of people can adapt easily to changing situations and achieve more. They are ready to face challenges and never give up in time of difficulty. So a person's inner strength is much more powerful than physical strength.( 13 )One possible version:In the picture, we can see a man with many books inside. While he is proud of the piles of books he has already read, he doesn't realize that his mind is being trapped in a "birdcage".I think the man in the picture represents those who have acquired much knowledge from books but don't really know how to apply it in practice. Their way of thinking is so inflexible that they can't think creatively. For them, knowledge is just something to show off instead of a means of improving themselves.I think we should not only read many books but also make full use of the ideas in books in daily life. Only in this way can we give wings to knowledge and liberate our mind.( 14 )One possible version:As we can see from the picture, two people, father and son, are talking to each other. The boy, standing on the ground, is looking up at his father, slightly scared, while his father, seated high on a big Chinese character "fu", meaning "father", is shouting to his son.Such a situation seems fairly common in our society. When talking to each other, fatherand son are not in equal positions. Fathers simply tell their sons what to do rather than listen patiently. Therefore, sons will have few chances to share their own ideas or open up to their fathers. They often look up to their fathers with respect, fearing that they might not live up to fathers' expectations.I hope our parents will listen to us more instead of just giving us orders.(15 )One possible version1:In the picture, I can see a big spider net, in the center of which there is a boy sitting at the table and playing the computer. The picture makes me lost in thought. With the development of science and technology, computers and internet have been widely used in homes. Therefore, more and more teenagers become addicted to the internet, which traps them tightly like a net. They no longer care about studies. Instead, they devote all their spare time to the internet. Influenced by the violence on it, some even commit crimes. The internet addition has become a serious social problem, worrying parents and school. So I think it's time to educate teenagers about the harms of the internet addition and teenager themselves should learn to controlOne possible version2:In the picture, I can see a big spider net, in the center of which is a boy sitting at 14 the table and playing the computer. I think the picture just wants to show us the advantages of computers development. Just sitting in front of the computer, you can get information from all over the world, you can learn whatever you want, you can connect with whoever you'd like to. It's very convenient. Although there are some disadvantages, I believe computers can help people a lot if we use it in a proper way.(16)One possible version:We can see in the picture a man with a stain on his face is wiping a mirror. The man might have noticed the stain but his reaction is to clean the mirror. However, by cleaning the mirror, he will never wipe the stain off.Just like this man in the picture, in our life, when problems occur, some of us often blame the environment first, which surely prevents us from finding a solution. So next time, when we find a "stain" in life, look to ourselves first. We are the ones(17)One possible version:From the picture I can see two images. On the first image a boy is sitting on the chair and thinking longingly of something happy. There is light full of his surroundings. But on the other image this boy is sitting on the same chair and thinking something sad. There is darkness around him.I think the picture wants to show us that there are all kinds troubles in our life , if we can face up to them in a optimistic way, things will be better and easier and we'll be more hopeful. However, if we always see the bad side of them, we may lose ourselves in the hopeless and even be destroyed by them.So in my opinion, looking on the bright side of everything can make our life more active and enjoyable. (136 words)(18)One possible version:In the picture we can see a family in a car. The mother and the father are trying to drive it in opposite directions with their child sitting between them, looking rather confused.It reminds me of a common phenomenon in some families. When there are some decisions for the family to make, the parents hold different opinions and turn a deaf ear to each other, not to mention the child's ideas. For example, when it comes to what their child should major in at university, they will have a heated argument regardless of the child's intention.I think parents should try to improve their communication and take their children's opinions into consideration so as to reach an agreement.(19)From the picture, we can see that the young tree is supported by a stick while growing. However, once there is no support, the young tree is broken off.As the picture suggests, we teenagers grow up almost in the same way. We children need not only the necessary support and care from our parents and teachers but also the challenge of difficulty, the experience of hardships and the joy of success. As parents and teachers, they don't have to do everything for us, and too much care is not helpful. Just offer us the opportunity to develop our ability and we are sure to grow up well.(20)In the picture, we can see a man trying to get to the final destination directly by a ladder instead of following the long way to it. In our society, many people have got used to their common practices of settling problems, some of which are a waste of time and effort. They are unaware that there are better solutions. They should learn to think out of the box just as the man in the picture. So in my opinion, whatever we do, we should be creative and find out a most effective way.(21)In the picture we can see two kids looking at the sun shining far away behind the mountains, to which a winding path leads. Obviously they are expecting a promising future, but there is a long way to go and they will meet with some difficulties and challenges on their way to their dreams. The key to success is great determination and a strong will. Like the two kids, we are faced with difficulties and challenges every day. It is only when we make up our minds and work heart and soul that we will live our lives to the fullest and reach our goals at last.(22)As we can see in the picture, a student, Xiao Ming stands at a table staring at a birdcage with a cat in it. He looks puzzled. How can the cat be kept in the birdcage when it should feel free to play inside or outside the house? It is certainly feeling uneasy, unhappy and uncomfortable. Its owner should have thought about its nature在纷繁的人群中/牵手走过岁月/就像走过夏季/拥挤的海滩在我居住的江南/已是春暖花开季节/采几片云彩/轻捧一掬清泉/飘送几片绿叶/用我的心/盛着寄给/北国的你不要想摆脱冬季/看/冰雪覆盖的世界/美好的这样完整/如我对你的祝福/完整地这样美好挡也挡不住的春意/像挡也挡不住的/想你的心情/它总在杨柳枝头/泄露我的秘密往事的怀念/爬上琴弦/化作绵绵秋雨/零零落落我诚挚的情怀/如夏日老树下的绿荫/斑斑驳驳虽只是一个小小的祝福/却化做了/夏季夜空/万点星辰中的一颗对你的思念/温暖了/我这些个漫长的/冬日从春到夏,从秋到冬......只要你的帘轻动,就是我的思念在你窗上走过.在那个无花果成熟的季节,我才真正领悟了你不能表达的缄默.我又错过了一个花期/只要你知道无花也是春天/我是你三月芳草地燕子声声里,相思又一年朋友,愿你心中,没有秋寒.一到冬天,就想起/那年我们一起去吃的糖葫芦/那味道又酸又甜/就像......爱情.谢谢你/在我孤独时刻/拜访我这冬日陋室只要有个窗子/就拥有了四季/拥有了世界愿你:俏丽如三春之桃,清素若九秋之菊没有你在身边,我的生活永远是冬天!让我们穿越秋天/一起去领略那收获的喜悦!--- it loves freedom.The picture attempts to convey a message that whether children or small animals, they should have their own place suited to their nature. Unnecessary limitation should be removed. Only in this way can they have healthy development both physically and mentally. 20四季寄语情感寄语在冬天里,心中要装着春天;而在春天,却不能忘记冬天的寒冷.落红不是无情物,化作春泥更护花.愿是只燕,衔着春光,翩翩向你窗.请紧紧把握现在/让我们把一种期翼/或者是一种愿望/种进大地/明春/它就会萌生绿色的叶片.此刻又是久违的秋季/又是你钟爱的季节/于是/秋风秋雨秋云秋月/都化作你的笑颜身影/在我的心底落落起起.此刻已是秋季/你可体验到/收获怀念的感觉/和秋雨一样真实动人.一条柳枝/愿是你生活的主题/常绿常新/在每一个春季雨声蝉鸣叶落风啸/又一个匆匆四季/在这冬末春初/向遥远的你/问安!又是夏季/时常有暴雨雷鸣/此刻/你可以把我当作大雨伞/直至雨过天晴/留给你一个/彩虹的夏季!。

名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A Dose of Compassion班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A Dose of Compassion防万一，我将诊断结果告知了校长和学校诊所护士Janice。

在学校不慎摔倒后Janice细心为我抹药包扎，并关切询问我的近况。

她的温柔关怀触及我内心最脆弱的地方，让我瞬间破防。

Janice的一剂同情，一剂善良，以及倾听的耳朵温暖了我和无数像一年级生Jonny那样进入诊所的孩子们。

There never was any heart truly great and generous that was not also tender and compassionate.~Robert SouthAny first-year elementary teacher knows that half the children she sends to the nurse aren’t sick at all. But what’s a teacher to do? If she sends him and he isn’t sick, he misses a math test. But if she doesn’t send him and he i s sick, he may throw up all over the classroom. It is that thought that makes even veteran teachers tremble.So she sends little Johnny to the clinic. He practically skips down the hall with the clinic pass clutched tightly in his little fist. After five or ten minutes he returns to the classroom. The paraphernalia he brings back tells the story: two saltine crackers for a tummy ache, a Dixie cup with ice for a sore throat, or a Band-Aid for anything that involves even the most microscopicspeck of blood. He walks back into class proudly displaying the proof that he was indeed declared to be in need of medical attention by a trained professional. At our school, her name is Nurse Janice.I had been teaching for nine years when I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis,a chronic and unpredictable disease. The diagnosis brought with it worry, and surprisingly, relief. It meant that there was a name for my suffering. There was a reason for my debilitatingfatigue and weakness. But it also meant that life changes would occur over which I had no control.Learning about the disease and how to cope with it filled my time and my thoughts. The fatigue was unbearable. No matter how much I slept or rested, I was still tired. On the outside I looked the same; no one would have suspected a thing. But the truthwas, my health was deteriorating. Daily injections slowed the progression of the disease, but I was fighting an invisible enemy. And I hated it. I began losing strength in my right leg, which caused me to limp when I was tired. And when I started losing my balance, stumbling and staggering, it was just one more indignity to add to the list. Still, I bravely and stoically continued to teach.After a lot of thought, I decided to tell only two people at work about my diagnosis: the principal and the school nurse.“I want you to know just in case,” I explained to Nurse Janice. “I don’t expect anything to ever happen at work. But if it does you’ll know my medical history.”“Thank you, Karen,” she said, looking into my eyes. “And how are you with all of this?”“I’m fine,” I said, still in denial. “I’m fine. But I don’t want anybody to know, okay?”“This is between you and me,” she promised.A few months later, her promise would be tested. As I was hurrying across the classroom one day, I stumbled. In an instant I was falling. My arm slammed into a desk as I fell to the floor, where I landed on my stomach. A coworker rushed to my side. Tears started to well as I slowly got up.When I entered the clinic, Nurse Janice looked up. “Karen, what’s wrong?”“I fell,” I managed to say.“Keep an eye on the kids in the clinic,” she said to the nearby receptionist.She led me to an empty office next to the clinic and shut the door behind her.I sat down holding my arm as she knelt in front of me, gently wiggling my pant leg up to reveal a badly skinned knee. “This might sting a little,” she said, putting ointment on it.She asked questions and reassured me. Her eyes were kind and comforting. I felt as if I was her only patient, and that she had all the time in the world. She carefully bandaged my knee and then looked at my upper arm, which was already turning purple over an area the size of a brick.She put her hand on mine and asked, “How are you?”“Well, my arm is starting to hurt and . . . ” I started.“No,” she said softly. “How are you?”I knew her question wasn’t about a skinned knee or a bruised arm. The questionwas deeper. My life had been turned upside down with the diagnosis of MS and I hadn’t cried a single tear. But now I cried . . . and cried. I wept for lost dreams and an uncertain future. I sobbed deeply, from the core of my being. She consoled me, and then I cried some more. When the tears slowed and then finally stopped, she brought me a cold, wet paper towel to put over my swollen eyes.“Take as much time as you need,” she soothed.When I was ready to reenter the world again, I followed her back to the clinic to get a bag of ice for my arm. Kids were lined up to see the nurse; one with tear-streaked cheeks, another holding her stomach, and a few more sat waiting to tell their stories.As I walked out of the clinic, I glanced back and had to smile. Nurse Janice was on her knees, with the face of a small child cupped gently in her hands. This is what she does day after day, I thought. Students come and go. Sick or not, they get a dose of compassion, a dose of kindness, and a listening ear. They get a moment to be the only one in the room.Healing takes place in that little clinic with the cartoon posters. It takes place while sitting on a green vinyl bed, with a nurse looking into the eyes of a child and listening, really listening, to what is said, and to what isn’t said. And the cup of ice or saltine crackers he takes back to class may not prove to his teacher that he was truly hurting. But it is proof to one small child . . . and me . . . that in that moment, we are more important than anyone else in the world.【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

2021高三英语二轮复习板块三书面表达1运筹帷幄之中参透不变之法20210112178A(2021·河北石家庄高三联考)假定你是李华，你校学生会要举办一次主题为“健康成长”的英语演讲竞赛。

你已报名参加竞赛。

请依照以下要点写一篇演讲稿。

1．积极的人一辈子态度；2．努力学习；3．参加体育锤炼。

注意：1.开头和结尾已给出。

2．可适当增加细节，以使行文连贯。

3．词数100左右。

Ladies and gentlemen，My name is Li Hua. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________________________ Thank you.[参考范文]Ladies_and_gentlemen，My_name_is_Li_Hua. It's an honor for me to deliver a speech here.My topic of the speech is “How to grow up healthily”．To achieve this goal，I think we are supposed to do the following things.To begin with，we should develop a positive attitude to life.Confronted with difficulties or failures，we shouldn't give in.Besides，we must study hard because knowledge is power.Sports are also of equal importance.We can go running，play ball games or simply take a walk.Only in this way can we keep fit.If we do these things well，we are bound to live a happy and healthy life.Thank_you.B(2021·山西三区八校联考)近些年，越来越多的中国学生选择出国留学，这些留学生在国外的表现如何？哪些方面对他们来说是最难适应的？某报社做了一项调查，结果如图所示。

名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 With Every Footstep班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选With Every Footstep紧张害怕，但我抓住这次宝贵的机会。

在队长和家人的支持下，我信心满满地参加决赛，但在起跳过程中步伐仓促，最后导致落地不稳。

我非常羞愧。

在家人的安慰下，我重拾信心参加第二天的平衡木决赛。

以享受比赛的心态参加平衡木决赛，我完美地完成了动作，意料之外获得了金牌。

You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence. . . .Ps. 16:11I was not only a little surprised, but worried to find myself in the Vault Finals at the 1996 Olympic Games when Kerri Strug was forced to pull out as a result of an ankle injury. I had done well during the team competition, but had just missed qualifying for the Vault Finals competition. When my coach, Steve, and I were notified that I’d become eligible to compete in this event, I wasn’t feeling prepared to be Kerri’s replacement.My first reaction was, How can I? Due to an extremely sore wrist, I had not been able to work a second vault. Vault Finals require that the gymnast compete on two vaults from two different vault families. This was a moment when all of my gymnastics experience had to be there to support me. Steve encouraged me to give it a try.Once I recovered from the initial shock, I knew that I didn’t want to give up the opportunity to compete in another event of the 1996 Olympics. I fully intended to give it my best shot from that moment forward. With a positive attitude, and with support from Steve and my parents, I gave it everything I had during my workouts, and they went great. I didn’t miss a single vault—even while warming up for the actual competition. I focused on how great an opportunity it was to be given the chance to compete.However, my positive attitude and joy quickly turned to tears of embarrassment and discouragement. When the time came to compete, I sprinted hard down the runway, but as I approached the springboard, I knew that my steps were off. I was not comingonto the vault horse at the right place! In an instant, it was all over. I had missed placing one of my hands down on the horse, which resulted in my performing an outrageousflip in the air and landing on my seat right in front of literally hundreds of thousands of people! I felt the hot flush of embarrassment swimming from my stomach straight up to my bright red face.As soon as the event was over, I headed up to the USA gymnastics suite, where I knew my parents would be waiting for me. My tears were flowing pretty freely, so my parents took me aside so that we could have a little privacy. I try always to place my trust in God to direct my path. I never pray to win, but I always ask God to help me do my best. I had been so full of joy and confidence going into the competition. What had happened?Mom asked me if I remembered the poem Footprints that hung on the wall of my room. She reminded me that God had always been walking with me. Never had he abandoned me. Maybe it was time for me to allow God to carry me. Rather than be worried about once again failing, I could remember that I didn’t have to do this all by myself. All I needed to remember was that God is always by my side. Instead of dreading Beam Finals the next day, I needed to be grateful for the opportunity to express the talent that God had given me, and not to be concerned about winning or losing.The next evening, I was calm and at peace while I waited for my turn to compete. When I mounted the beam, I heard a man yell at someone in the crowd, “Turn y our [camera] flash off!” I consciously thought, “How sweet of him to be concerned about my welfare.” A camera flash can cause an accident that could potentially end a career, or worse. It struck me that I had never before heard what was going on around me when I was competing. I was usually so tremendously focused, I had blocked out everything else. But that night’s competition was different from any other. I felt an emotional connection with the audience whose love of gymnastics, and the athletes who represented the sport, seemed to completely surround me. At that moment, I was able to let in all the joy of the evening, of being in the Olympic Games, and of the sport of gymnastics.I took a few calming breaths and thanked God for being with me, and for the talent that he has given me. And then, I went for it!I aced my routine! I felt so great when my feet hit the mat. I honestly had no idea as to whether or not I would win a medal. But at that moment, medals truly did not matter. I had accomplished something far greater than a world record ingymnastics. I had felt the comfort and strength of God’s presence with every footstep of the routine.I took home an Olympic Gold Medal to remind me of that night. But the night was golden in more ways than one. I will always treasure in my heart what it is like to experience God’s presence.Shannon Miller【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 The Flying Fish班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选The Flying Fish【文章梗概】有一年夏天，迈克一家去俄勒冈州的湖边度假。

他们在大熔岩湖租了一间小屋和一艘小型汽艇，打算起先为期一周的钓鱼活动。

一起先，他们一条鱼也没有钓到，因为他们选错了钓鱼的地方。

就在他们垂钓的时候，一架引擎发生故障的飞机坠毁在湖面上，飞行员被困在飞机的机翼上。

爸爸带领一家人镇静冷静地救了飞行员。

Your big opportunity might be right where you are now.—Napoleon Hill One summer my family and I went on a vacation to Sunriver, Oregon. We rented a cabin and a small powerboat at Big Lava Lake and were ready for a week of serious fishing. Our first morning, we packed a big picnic lunch, fishing poles and Mom’s camera. She loves to take a picture of the proud person with his or her catch, a rare thing in our family of unlucky anglers. We went down to the lake with high hopes of catching “the big one.” Little did we know just how big our catch that day would be.It was a really bright, sunny morning. The sky was pale blue and full of big, fluffy white clouds. The blue-green lake sat in the middle of the surrounding mountains like a spoonful of gravy in the middle of your mashed potatoes.The entire area, including the lake shore, was covered with huge, dark green pine trees, which filled the air with their beautiful smell. You could see their giant reflections on the quiet surface of the lake.We motored as far away from the other boats on the lake as possible. After anchoring the boat, we set up our fishing lines in five different directions. Then we opened up our picnic lunch, passed out sandwiches and started to relax.“There’s nothing like a peaceful day on the lake,” Dad said, enjoying his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Your Uncle Pat would say, ‘The family that fishes together, stays together.’ What a beautiful day.”After a while, we realized that the reason our end of the lake was so uncrowded was because our end had no fish.“Hey, how come we always seem to pick the side of the lake where we’re nevergonna catch anything?” my brother Ethan asked.“Just be patient.You guys will catch something. You always do,” Mom said, trying to encourage us.“Something big enough for a family of five would be nice,” grinned my brother Colin. “I think I’ll just relax while I wait for those big fish down there, just lining up for my bait. . .”The loud buzz of a small plane overhead interrupted him. Above the engine noise, Mom cried out, “Look, everybody. This will be so exciting. It’s a pontoon plane that’s about to land on the water!”“No, it’s not, Trish. That pilot’s in trouble!” Dad shouted.Dad was right. The plane that Mom thought was able to float on the water was actually a plane that needed to make an emergency landing, and the pilot had chosen our lake to land on! Within seconds, the plane crashed on its belly, as though it were doing a giant cannonball. Splash Huge waves filled the lake. The nose of the plane was pointing downward—the plane was sinking fast!Dad, who knew right from the beginning that the pilot was in trouble, immediately tried to start the motor of our boat. The boat jerked forward, throwing our bits of sandwiches on the deck and tangling up all of our fishing lines.Food and fishhooks were flying everywhere! We were hurrying and scurrying as our parents called out commands and our family charged into action. At first, it was like a comedy movie. But my parents were great. They kept their cool. “Everybody stay calm! Don’t stand up! Pull in your lines! You guy s sit down! Grab the extra life jacket! Let’s go! Let’s hustle! This is an emergency!”Dad gave the engine full throttle, and its ten horsepower puttered as fast as it could. We only had to go a few hundred feet, but it seemed to take forever. We could see the pilot—a gray-haired man wearing a checkered shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots. He had climbed onto the plane’s wing while the nose was sinking and the tail was pointing straight up. He was standing on the wing, holding an old brown suitcase, waiting for us to come to his rescue. He seemed so calm, just standing there, like he was waiting outside at a bus stop.When we finally reached the pilot, Mom grabbed a life jacket and threw it out onto the water for him. By that time, the plane had sunk. The pilot was clinging for dear life to his suitcase, which he seemed to be using as a life preserver. He seemed to have difficulty swimming and couldn’t get to the life jacket that wasonly five feet away from him. After several tries, Mom and Dad hoisted the pilot by the belt loops of his jeans onto our boat.He was safely on board.“Oh my gosh. . . . Thank you, thank you!” The pilot’s face was frozen with fear.“My goodness, thank you. . . . My name’s Wave, Wave Young. . . . I’ve been flying for over forty years . . . ” he stammered. He seemed out of breath and really shaken up.“Hi, I’m Mike; this is my wife, Trish; our children, Megan, Ethan and Colin,” Dad said, trying to put the pilot at ease.“I knew I had engine trouble and knew I was coming down, so I tried to land on the lake. A couple years back, another pilot landed in those beautiful pines and started a big forest fire. I didn’t want to do the same!” Wave’s voice was shaking.“Did you say your name is Wave? I can see why. . . . ”“Colin!” I whispered und er my breath. We all laughed a little nervously, even Wave.“Well, thank God you people were here. I don’t know what I’d have done without you. I was in such shock I couldn’t even swim! Thank God you were here to rescue me.”Once he was comfortably seated on the boat, we rushed the pilot ashore to let the waiting paramedics and other emergency crews take care of him. Even though we still had rental time left on the boat, we turned it in early because, as Dad said, “I think we’re done fishing for the day.” W e said our good-byes, and as a crowd formed, we decided to sneak out of the way, get into our car and head back for the day.“I’m really proud of you kids. You were terrific. You handled that emergency really well,” Dad told us, his face beaming with pride.“What do you think you guys learned from all this today?” Mom asked as she turned back toward us in the car.“We were on the wrong side of the lake again for fishing, but this time it turned out good,” Ethan answered shyly.“We learned how important it is to be ready for emergencies,” Colin added.“And you never know when God will use you to help someone,” I said to my family. “We were there for a reason. We were the only people on that side of the lake. The pilot was so scared that he couldn’t swim. If w e had gone to the other side of the lake, we couldn’t have reached him in time to save him.”That night we saw video coverage of Wave’s plane crash on the evening news. Amazingly, Mom had also snapped an awesome picture of Wave standing on the wing of his plane, right before we reached him. She gave the photo to the local paper, which printed it the next morning on the front page.We still need to frame that photo of “the big one.” We could hang it somewhere in our home to keep our memory of that day alive. And maybe we wouldn’t have a picture of a fish, but we would have a picture of a pilot we fished out—and that would sure be the biggest “flying fish” anyone had ever seen!【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选Dear Santa（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________【文章梗概】作为犹太人从未有机会过圣诞节，但对节日一直渴望的作者在结婚生子后决心弥补心中遗憾。

从精心布置到发出聚会邀请，作者用心地打造浓厚的节日氛围。

同时他盛装打扮成圣诞老人——从着装、姿态和语气，十分逼真，给家人带来快乐。

同时，外表的装扮让他从心里生出为更多孩子带去快乐的渴望。

一次邮局之行让他发现了很多贫穷、期待圣诞老人回应的孩子们寄出的信被尘封。

于是一次次扮圣诞老人的上门送礼物的有趣温暖的故事就发生了。

圣诞老人一直在作者心中，这样的信念也一直促使他播撒快乐和圣诞信念。

Sow a thought, reap an act; sow an act, reap a habit; sow a habit, reap a character; sow a character, reap a destiny.~Arabian ProverbThere’s nothing so beautiful as a child’s dream of Santa Claus. I know, I often had that dream. But I was Jewish and we didn’t celebrate Christmas. It was everyone else’s holiday and I felt left out . . . like a big party I wasn’t invited to. It wasn’t the toys I missed; it was Santa Claus and a Christmas tree.So when I got married and had kids I decided to make up for it. I started with a seven-foot tree, all decked out with lights and tinsel, and a Star of David on top to soothe those whose Jewish feelings were frayed by the display and, for them, it was a Hanukkah bush. And it warmed my heart to see the glitter, because now the party was at my house and everyone was invited.But something was missing, something big and round and jolly, with jingle bells and a ho! ho! ho! So I bought a bolt of bright red cloth and strips of white fur, and my wife made me a costume. Inflatable pillows rounded out my skinny frame, but no amount of makeup could turn my face into merry old Santa. A Santa mask, complete with whiskers and flowing white hair made me look genuine enough to live up to a child’s dream of Saint Nick.When I tried it on something happened. I felt like Santa; like I became Santa. My posture changed. I leaned back and pushed out my false stomach. My head tilted to the side and my voice got deeper and richer: “MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE.”For two years I played Santa for my children to their mixed feelings of fright and delight and to my total enjoyment. And when the third year rolled around, the Santa in me had grown into a personality of his own and he needed more room than I had given him. So I sought to accommodate him by letting him do his thing for other children. I called up orphanages and children’s hospitals and offered his services free but got no takers. And the Santa in me felt lonely and useless.Then, one late November afternoon, I went to the mailbox on the corner of the street to mail a letter and saw this pretty little girl trying to reach for the slot. “Mommy, are you sure Santa will get my letter?” she asked. My mind began to whirl. All those children who wrote to Santa Claus at Christmas time, whatever became of their letters? One phone call to the main post office answered my question. The dead-letter office stored thousands of them in huge sacks and no one looked at them.The Santa in me went “Ho! Ho! Ho!” and we headed down to the post office. As I rummaged through the letters, I saw that most of them were gimme, gimme, gimme letters with endless listsof toys, and I became a little flustered at the demands and the greed of so many spoiled children. But the Santa in me heard a voice from inside the mail sack and I continued going through the letters, one after the other, until I came upon one, which jarred and unsettled me.It was neatly written on plain white paper and it said:Dear Santa,I hope you get my letter. I am eleven years old and I have two little brothers and a baby sister. My father died last year and my mother is sick. I know there are many who are poorer than we are and I want nothing for myself, but could you send us a blank et, cause Mommy’s cold at night?It was signed Suzy.And a chill went up my spine and the Santa in me cried, “I hear you Suzy; I hear you.” And I dug deeper into those sacks and came up with another eight such letters, all of them calling out from the depth of poverty. I took them with me and went straight to the nearest Western Union office and sent each child a telegram: “GOT YOUR LETTER. WILL BE AT YOUR HOUSE ON CHRISTMAS DAY. W AIT FOR ME. SANTA.”I knew I could not possibly fill the needs of all those children and it wasn’t my purpose to do so. But if I could bring them hope; if I could make them feel that their cries did not go unheard and that someone out there was listening . . . So I budgeted a sum of money and went out and bought toys. And on Christmas Day my wife drove me around. It had snowed graciously the night before and the streets were thick with fresh powder.My first call took me to the outskirts of the city. The letter had been from a Peter Barsky and all it said was:Dear Santa,I am ten years old and I am an only child. We’ve just moved to this house a few months ago and I have no friends yet. I’m not sad because I’m poor but because I’m lonely. I know you have many things to do and people to see and you probably have no time for me. So I don’t ask you to come to my house or bring anything. But could you send me a letter so I know you exist?My telegram read: “DEAR PETER, NOT ONL Y DO I EXIST BUT I’LL BE THERE ON CHRISTMAS DAY. W AIT FOR ME. SANTA.”The house was wedged in between two tall buildings. The roof was of corrugated metal and it was more of a shack than a house. I walked through the gate, up the front steps and rang the bell.A heavyset man opened the door. “Boze moj” he exclaimed in astonishment. That’s Polish, by the way, and his hand went to his face. “P-p-please . . .” he stuttered, “de boy . . . at Mass. I go get him. Please wait.” And he threw a coat over his bare shoulders and, assured that I would wait, he ran down the street in the snow.So I stood in front of the house feeling good, and on the opposite side of the street was this other shack, and through the window I could see these shiny little black faces peering at me and waving. Then the door opened shyly and some voices called out to me “Hiya Santa.”And I “Ho! Ho! Hoed” my way over there and this woman asked if I would come in and I did. And there were these five young kids from one to seven years old. And I sat and spoke to them of Santa and the spirit of love, which is the spirit of Christmas.Then, seeing the torn Christmas wrappings, I asked if they liked what Santa had brought them. And each in turn thanked me for . . . the woolen socks, and the sweater and the warm new underwear.“Didn’t I bring you kids any toys?” They shook their heads sadly. “Ho! ho! ho! I slipped up,” Isaid. “We’ll have to fix that.” Since we had extra toys in the trunk, I gave each child a toy. There was joy and laughter, but when Santa got ready to leave, I noticed that this five-year-old little girl was crying. I bent down and asked her “What’s the matter, child?” And she sobbed, “Oh! Santa, I’m so happy.” And the tears rolled from my eyes under the rubber mask.As I stepped out on the street, “Panie, panie, prosze . . . please come . . . come,” I heard this man Barsky across the way. And Santa crossed and walked into the house. The boy Peter just stood there and looked at me. “You came,” he said. “I wrote and . . . you came.” He turned to his parents. “I wrote . . . and he came.” And he repeated it over and over again. And when he recovered, I spoke with him about loneliness and friendship, and gave him a chemistry set and a basketball. And he thanked me profusely. And his mother, a heavy-set Slavic-looking woman, asked something of her husband in Polish. My parents were Polish so I speak a little and understand a lot. “From the North Pole,” I said in Polish. She looked at me in astonishment. “You speak Polish?” she asked. “Of course,” I said. “Santa speaks all languages.” And I left them in joy and wonder.And I did this for twelve years, going through the letters to Santa at the post office, listening for the cries of children muffled in unopened envelopes, answering as many as I could and frustrated at not being able to answer them all.As time went on, the word got out about Santa Claus and me, and I insisted on anonymity, but toy manufacturers would send me huge cartons of toys as a contribution to the Christmas spirit. So I started with eighteen or twenty children and wound up with 120, door-to-door, from one end of the city to the other, from Christmas Eve through Christmas Day.And on my last call, a number of years ago, I knew there were four children in the family and I came prepared. The house was small and sparsely furnished. The kids had been waiting all day, staring at the telegram and repeating to their skeptical mother, “He’ll come, Mommy, he’ll come.” And as I rang the door bell the house lit up with joy and laughter and “He’s here . . . he’s here!” And the door swings open and they all reach for my hands and hold on. “Hiya, Santa. . . Hiya, Santa. We just knew you’d come.”And these poor kids are all beaming with happiness. And I take each one of them on my lap and speak to them of rainbows and snowflakes, and tell them stories of hope and waiting, and give them each a toy.And all the while there’s this fifth child standing in the corner, a cute little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. And when I’m through with the others, I turn to her and say: “You’re not part of this family, are you?” And she shakes her head sadly and whispers, “No.” “Come closer, child,” I say, and she comes a little closer.“What’s your name?” I ask.“Lisa.”“How old are you?”“Seven.”“Come, sit on my lap,” and she hesitates but she comes over, and I lift her up and sit her on my lap.“Did you get any toys for Christmas?” I ask.“No,” she says with puckered lips.So I take out this big beautiful doll and say, “Here, do you want this doll?”“No,” she says.And she leans over to me and whispers in my ear, “I’m Jewish.”And I nudge her and whisper in her ear, “I’m Jewish, too. Do you want this doll?”And she’s grinning from ear to ear and nods with wanting and desire, and takes the doll and hugs it and runs out.And I feel that Santa has lived with me and given me a great deal of happiness all those years. And now, when Christmas rolls around, he comes out of hiding long enough to say, “Ho! ho! ho!A Merry Christmas to you, my friend.”And I say to you now, “MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIENDS.”Jay Frankstona true story, condensed from his book, A Christmas Story【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选Don’t Stop Believing班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选Don’t Stop Believing长还是孩子都是一场身心疲惫的尴尬的场景。

在治疗师的帮助下，Mickey逐步改变。

现在，理发是自发而愉快的正常社交活动。

但是，这样简单的15分钟的理发，却花了我们几年的时间才完成这个转变。

永远相信奇迹会发生。

If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it.~William A. WardTwo days before our nineteen-year-old son Mickey leaves for sleep-away camp, he asks to get a haircut. No big deal, right? But fifteen years ago this would have been unthinkable.Back then, the barbershop was the scene of some of our worst parenting moments. By 8:00 a.m. of the Dreaded Haircut Day, my husband Marc would already be muttering, “I need a Scotch before I can do this” —and he doesn’t even drink Scotch. Bracing himself in the barber chair, Marc would clench Mickey in a bear hug and scissor-lock him with his legs. Mickey would flailfrantically, head-butting his father and screaming like someone undergoing surgery without anesthesia. Customers gawked. One old man snarled, “Rotten spoiled brat.” Marc sweated through his shirt. When the barber declared he was done, I’d take Mickey into my arms. Sobbing and spent, he’d collapse against my shoulder, smearing us both with snot and hair. We tipped big. Very big.Unable to face a repeat performance, we’d let long months go between haircuts. Mickey’s great-uncle Jack liked to tease him. “You look like a girl, buddy!” he’d say. Some days when we’d walk by that barbershop on our way to the deli, I could swear that as soon as the barbers saw us passing, they’d quickly pull down the white shade that said “Closed for Lunch.”But today when we enter the barbershop Mickey sings out a cheery “Hi Dom!” as he plops into the chair. Dom drapes him in a marooncape, and picks up a shaver. Ascreen splits in my head: I can still picture that terrified little boy, even as I watch my son, nearly a man, sitting solemnly watching his reflection in the mirror.I wait quietly, soaking in the sounds of barbershop banter, the sports talk, the sharing of summer plans. It is all so completely ordinary. A radio is tuned to a Lite FM station; the song playing is “Don’t Stop Believing ” by Journey. I reflect how anyone who’d seen my son all those years ago would never have believed that Mickey would one day request —insist— we take him for a haircut. Yet here we are.“How’s this?” Dom asks. I stand beside Mickey and glance do wn; the cape is feathered in a field of light brown hairs, as covered as a forest floor.“Let’s take it down a bit more,” I suggest. “Is that okay with you, Mick?”“Yeah, Mom,” he says.I remember how we used to sneak into his bedroom at night with a pair of shearsto give him a trim as he slept. I think of the time he was five and we took him toa local performance by the Paperbag Players; we hadn’t known that they were going to perform a new skit called the “The Horrible, Horrendous, Hideous Haircut.” “NO!” Mickey shrieked, and every head in the audience swiveled our way.Nowadays, Autism Speaks’ Family Services division offers a Haircutting Training Guide for families and stylists on how to make the experience more positive, but back then there was nothing. Fortunately, one of our behavioral therapists offered to tackle the challenge. Mickey was seven years old. She took him to the next town over — too many negative associations with our local barber — where they simply practiced strolling by a barbershop. The following week, they stood in the doorway. Eventually they progressed to sitting in the waiting area, watching other people get haircuts, then having Mickey sit in the barber chair. Eventually they introduced the cape, the shaver, the scissors. It took months, but by the time Kathy was done, Mickey was able to — miracle of miracles — tolerate a haircut.“This feels better,” Mickey tells me. His hair is crew cut short; I can see scalp. I think he’s more handsome with a little more hair. Bu t Mickey is happy with how he looks, and that’s all that matters.“Thanks Dom,” Mickey says softly. Dom dusts a brush with talcum powder, sweeps it across the back of Mickey’s neck. Mickey stands, turns to me and asks, “Can I have a dollar?”I give him a twenty-dollar bill. He hands it to Dom. “Keep the change,” he says breezily. A man of the world.“Is Dom proud of me?” Mickey asks.“Very proud,” I say. “You know what? We’re all very proud of you.”This whole visit to the barbershop has lasted fifteen minutes. But it took us years to get here.【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。

2021届全国新高考英语复习备考书面表达近五年全国卷书面表达出题的分布情况：一、求助信在求助信中应开门见山，直截了当地把你遇到的问题或困惑告诉对方，并向对方求助。

说明写作目的。

写作步骤：首段：点明写信目的，清楚表达要寻求什么样的帮助中间段：具体讲述自己的困难，再提出请求。

（一般现在时）尾段：诚恳提出希望，表达期盼并表示感谢。

（一般将来时）★夺人眼球的首句①My name is...; I’m writing to you for some help. I find it extremely hard for me to do …我写信是为了向你求助。

对我而言, 做…是困难的.②Doing sth is a terrible headache for me. 这件事让我很头疼。

③ I am writing to ask you to do me a favor. I have some difficulty in doing...，which bothers me a lot. So I have no choice but to turn to you for help.我写信向你求助。

我在做……方面有困难，这很困扰我。

所以我别无选择只能向你求助。

★亮点出彩中句①I have met much difficulty in...我在……方面遇到了很多困难。

②In the meanwhile/At the same time, I beg you to do...so that...同时，我请求你……这样……③ I’m eager to get your timely help. /I'm eager for your timely help.我渴望得到你及时的帮助。

④ Faced with /Facing so many difficulties, I have to turn to you for help.面对如此多问题，我不得不向你求助。