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外刊真题题源泛读34：A Misadventure in Vienna 维也纳的一场意外奇遇（读后续写题源2024年高考题源）

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一、基础信息表

二、英文原文

That’s a picture of me and Gunter at Vienna airport.

Who is Gunter? I don’t know his surname or what his favourite colour is but I can tell you this much: he is the nicest, the best taxi driver you will find in Vienna and maybe Austria. I met Gunter on a cold, wet and unforgettable evening in September. I had been flying to Vienna from Malta enroute to Prague. The flight had been delayed thanks to a hurricane in Malta.

‘It never rains in Gozo or Malta. It is always sunny and bright!’ I was reliably informed by my anon Gozitan taxi driver as we left the apartment for Malta Luqa airport. I was sad to leave. We spoke all things Gozitan till boarding the cruise ferry to Malta. We marvelled about everything: from their delicious soft goats cheese to the dreamy beauty of their idyllic mediterranean coastline.

30 minutes later, as the car rolled out of the belly of the ferry he retracted his earlier statement and released a modified version. ‘We have one big storm every year in Malta. Otherwise, it is always sunny and bright’ he tried to reassure me, as our cab ventured forth, into a gaping hole of infinite darkness.

Just minutes before, the sun was blazing. Piercing, blue skies with not a speck of a cloud in sight. In a matter of minutes, the sky turned from cobalt blue to slate grey to charcoal black.The storm picked up quickly. Spinning long yarns of dust and rusty autumn leaves, a lusty wind snarled, swirled ominously around our car. Then came a few rip‑roaring bursts of lightning followed by a deluge of water. Rain, rain like I have never seen rain before. We slipped , slided through vertical columns of water for a few nervous minutes. Almost zero visibility. Then like a saintly apparition, Malta Luqa airport came into view. I wished my anonymous taxi driver the best of luck and gave him a generous tip. I silently muttered a prayer in his anonymous name as his neon cab sign faded into the misty distance.

I consent to receiving emails and personalized ads. The Air Malta ladies at the check‑in desk were smiling happily as I arrived bedraggled, water dripping from my forehead. If memory serves me right, on miserable dreich days like this in Scotland, grown women weep and rage. ‘It makes us so happy when the rains come. We never get rain you see!’my happy, smiley check‑in girl explained to me, as I asked her what was the secret behind her smile.

Then she hastily added,‘ Oh. Btw. Your flight has been delayed by an hour.’ and then handed over my boarding pass which I nervously accepted.

I had left a 2 hour buffer between my flight landing in Vienna and my Student Agency Bus departure to Prague. I waited at the announced gate of departure. Raised my head every 2 minutes for the next hour looking at the monitor. In between, I pushed my face against the perspiring windows, peering through the incessant bands of rain, wondering when my Air Malta flight to arrive.

Eventually my flight did arrive. Hour and 45 minutes late, Air Malta flight 514 left for Vienna. Flight was not too bumpy. I touched down in Vienna just 15 minutes before my bus departure. I nervously waited at the luggage carousel, hoping my luggage would arrive on time. For once, I pray to thee Lord of luggage and conveyor belts, please deliver my rucksack before everyone’s luggage. But hell no. It arrived promptly at 7pm in the oversized luggage carousel. It’s time to start using a suitcase like normal people.

It was the last bus to Prague. The sensible thing to do at this point would have been to take it easy. Find a cheap bed for the night and take the first bus tomorrow to Prague. But guess what. This Kash, BudgetTraveller dude is an obstinate, stubborn mule. He has missed two flights this year and is in no mood to miss another connection. Moment he got the backpack, he ran like nuts to the bus terminal.

Picture this. An Asian (almost skinhead) guy with beard and a black backpack running through a crowded air terminal. You can imagine how many people were staring at me with a very concerned look.

The bus had left a matter of 8 minutes ago but there was mass of taxis swelling the rank. Suddenly I had this madcap idea of hopping on a cab and catching the Student Agency Bus at the bus station in Prague where in roughly 25 minutes it would be picking up a few more passengers. I hopped in with no second thought into the first cab on the rank. That’s when, I met Gunter.

After exchanging brief pleasantries I tried to explain to him where I was going. ‘City Centre. Schon cool. That will be €30’he grunted to him in the strongest Austrian accent you can imagine. Yikes. My bus ticket to Prague costed me €25.

He hadn’t heard of the bus station ( Florenc) from where the Student Agency Bus left from. I mentioned it to him a few times. Maybe it was my pronunciation? He kept on shaking his head. I tried my best Austrian accent. Which is probably a German accent. Which is probably not a German accent. You know Herr Flick from Allo Allo? Something like his accent. Which confused him further.

Looking at his perplexed look, a nauseating feeling sweeps over me. That feeling in life when circumstance smacks you in the face. Yet still, you feel numb, that slightly surreal out‑of‑body sensation that you can’t believe that THIS SOMETIMES AMAZING, SOMETIMES CRAZY THING CALLED LIFE is happening to you. Again. Misadventure was my best friend.

Phone a friend? Gunter puts on his reading glasses and manages to fish out his dinky little phone. After an animated discussion that lasted 5 minutes but feels like an eternity, Gunter puts his phone down and nods his head reassuringly. ‘I know where zee bass station iz now.’

As one wave of panic subsided, another nagging issue reared its head. I had zero cash in my wallet. I was doubtful that his card machine would accept my Portuguese bankcard. The tension levels rising, we rolled into the dark wet empty streets of the city. Vienna was like this abandoned ghost town from a zombie movie. All lit up and pretty, but not a soul in sight. Gunter was prodding away at his GPS, uttering numerous profanities at it , trying to figure out the best route to the bus station.

The traffic lights were conspiring against me, turning red at every street we turned into. Finally, with just 2 minutes to spare we rolled into the bus station to see the familiar bright yellow outer shell of the Student Agency Bus. Thankfully, there was a huge queue still waiting to board the bus. Gunter parks the car behind the coach and then looks at me with a big smile on his face. ‘We made it.’

I have a crocodile smile as I fish out my bankcard. Suddenly, Gunter’s smile creases into a grimace. ‘I zoo not think my machine will accept zees card.’ He tries it thrice but somehow the machine will just not play along. I feel a few more knots in my chest now, my breath heavy as I see in front of me the bus queue thinning out. Gunter then waves his hand at some of the people waiting in the crowd and hollers to them, asking them if they knew where the nearest cash machine was. One of them yanks their head towards the waiting hall of the bus station which is about 500 yards away.

Then without much explaining, both me and Gunter leap out of the car and make a mad dash to find this cash machine. After a few wrong turns we finally find the machine and I gleefully pop my card in, only to read the message at the ATM ‘Out of order. Sorry.’

Blood drains from my face. Gunter, panting for breath, shakes his head. Game over. Fate seemed to be conspiring against me today. In the distance, I can the luggage door of the bus closing. The last remaining passengers are about to board the bus. I look towards Gunter.

三、中文翻译

照片上是我和冈特在维也纳机场。

冈特是谁？ 我不知道他姓什么，也不知道他最喜欢什么颜色，但有一点我可以肯定：他是维也纳，或许整个奥地利最好、最善良的出租车司机。 我和冈特相遇，是在九月一个阴冷潮湿、令人难忘的夜晚。 我从马耳他飞往维也纳，再转车前往布拉格。 由于马耳他遭遇飓风，航班延误了。

“戈佐岛和马耳他从不下雨，永远阳光明媚！” 离开公寓前往马耳他卢卡机场时，送我的戈佐岛出租车司机很笃定地跟我说。离开此地我满心不舍。登上前往马耳他的渡轮之前，我们聊遍了戈佐岛的一切：从当地美味软山羊奶酪，到地中海沿岸田园风光的梦幻美景。

三十分钟后，汽车驶出渡轮船舱，他收回刚才那番话，改口说道。 “马耳他每年会有一场大风暴，除此之外，天天艳阳高照。” 他试图安慰我，而我们的出租车正驶入一片无边无际的沉沉黑暗。

就在几分钟之前，还烈日当空。澄澈的蓝天万里无云。 转瞬之间，钴蓝色天空变成石板灰，继而变成炭黑色。暴风雨迅速来袭。狂风卷起尘土与枯黄秋叶，呼啸盘旋着扑向车子。几道耀眼闪电过后，倾盆大雨扑面而来。我从未见过如此猛烈的雨。我们的车子在如瀑布般的雨幕里打滑前行，能见度几乎为零。恍如神迹显现，马耳他卢卡机场终于映入眼帘。我向这位不知名的司机道别，给了一笔丰厚小费。当他的出租车霓虹标识消失在雨雾中，我默默为他祈祷。

来到值机柜台时，我浑身湿透，雨水顺着额头往下淌。马耳他航空的工作人员却笑得十分开心。如果我没记错，在苏格兰遇上这种阴郁暴雨天，女人们大都会难过愤怒。 “下雨让我们很高兴，你知道，我们这儿很少下雨！” 我好奇询问她为何笑容满面，这位爱笑的值机姑娘这样解释道。

紧接着她匆匆补充一句：“哦，对了，你的航班延误一小时。” 然后递给我登机牌，我忐忑地接了过来。

原本我的计划是：飞机抵达维也纳之后，留出两小时缓冲时间，再搭乘学生旅行社大巴去往布拉格。 我在登机口等候，接下来的一小时里，每隔两分钟就抬头盯着显示屏。时不时把脸贴满水汽的玻璃窗上，望着连绵不断的大雨，等待马耳他航空航班到来。

航班终于来了。延误一小时四十五分钟的马耳他航空 514 号航班飞向维也纳。 飞行还算平稳。飞机降落维也纳时，距离开往布拉格的末班车出发仅剩十五分钟。我焦急地在行李转盘边等待，祈祷背包可以快点出来。可惜事与愿违，我的背包出现在超大行李转盘，晚上七点才出来。我心想，是时候学学普通人，用行李箱出行了。

这是去往布拉格的最后一班大巴。 理智的做法本该就此作罢：找个便宜旅店过夜，坐明天头班大巴。 但我，博主卡什，是个固执倔脾气。今年已经错过两趟航班，实在不想再错过这趟接驳交通。拿到背包的那一刻，我发疯一般冲向大巴站。

想象一下：一个近乎光头、留胡子的亚洲人，背着黑色双肩包，穿过拥挤航站楼。可想而知，很多路人一脸担忧地望着我。

大巴八分钟前已经开走，但出租车候客区停着一大排出租车。 我突发一个疯狂念头：打一辆出租车，赶到布拉格 Florenc 汽车站，大巴大约 25 分钟后会在那里接一批新乘客。 我毫不犹豫坐上候客区第一辆出租车，就这样，我遇见了冈特。

简单寒暄过后，我努力向他说明目的地。 “市中心。好吧，三十欧元。” 他一口浓重奥地利口音嘟囔道。 好家伙，我的大巴票才二十五欧元。

他没听过学生大巴发车的弗洛伦茨汽车站。我跟他说了好几遍，或许是我的发音问题，他不停摇头。 我尽力模仿奥地利口音，大概听着像德语，又不完全是德语。就像喜剧《阿罗阿罗》里的弗里克先生那样，反而把他弄得更加困惑。

看着他一脸茫然，一阵不安涌上心头。 生活里就是会有这样的时刻：现实狠狠给你一击。整个人麻木，有一种灵魂出窍的恍惚感，不敢相信这奇妙又疯狂的一切正发生在自己身上。

又一场厄运降临到我身上。

要不要打电话求助？ 冈特戴上老花镜，掏出小小的手机。 一番热烈沟通，五分钟却感觉无比漫长。之后冈特放下手机，安心朝我点点头： “我知道汽车站在哪了。”

一波恐慌刚刚褪去，另一个麻烦浮出水面。 我的钱包里一分现金都没有。 我很怀疑他的刷卡机能否识别我的葡萄牙银行卡。

紧张感不断加剧，车子驶入维也纳漆黑潮湿空旷街道。整座城市如同丧尸电影里的鬼城，灯火璀璨却空无一人。冈特不停戳着导航，对着导航仪连连吐槽，寻找去往汽车站最佳路线。

一路红灯处处跟我作对。 终于，还剩两分钟，我们抵达汽车站，看见了那辆学生旅行社大巴熟悉亮黄色车身。 万幸，还有长长的队伍正在候车。 冈特把车停在大巴后面，笑着对我说：“我们赶上了。”

我勉强挤出笑容，掏出银行卡。 刹那间，冈特脸上笑容凝固，面露难色。 “恐怕机器读不了这张卡。” 他试了三次，刷卡机始终毫无反应。 看着候车队伍越来越短，我胸口越发压抑，呼吸沉重。 冈特朝人群挥手，大声询问附近哪里有自动取款机。 有人朝大约五百码外的候车大厅扬了扬头。

没有过多言语，我和冈特推开车门狂奔去找 ATM 机。 几番绕路终于找到机器，我满心欢喜插入银行卡，屏幕却显示： “机器故障，抱歉。”

我脸色瞬间变得惨白。冈特气喘吁吁，摇了摇头。 一切完了。今天命运处处与我作对。 远处，大巴行李舱门正在关闭，最后一批乘客即将上车。我望向冈特。

四、生词 & 短语积累

五、高考原题

一、2024年6月高考英语新1/2卷-读后续写

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。

I met Gunter on a cold, wet and unforgettable evening in September. I had planned to fly to Vienna and take a bus to Prague for a conference. Due to a big storm, my flight had been delayed by an hour and a half. I touched down in Vienna just 30 minutes before the departure of the last bus to Prague. The moment I got off the plane, I ran like crazy through the airport building and jumped into the first taxi on the rank without a second thought. 

That was when I met Gunter. I told him where I was going, but he said he hadn’t heard of the bus station. I thought my pronunciation was the problem, so I explained again more slowly, but he still looked confused. When I was about to give up, Gunter fished out his little phone and rang up a friend. After a heated discussion that lasted for what seemed like a century, Gunter put his phone down and started the car. 

Finally,with just two minutes to spare we rolled into the bus station.Thankfully, there was a long queue（队列）still waiting to board the bus. Gunter parked the taxi behind the bus, turned around, and looked at me with a big smile on his face. “We made it.” he said.

Just then I realised that I had zero cash in my wallet. I flashed him an apologetic smile as I pulled out my Portuguese bankcard. He tried it several times, but the card machine just did not play along. A feeling of helplessness washed over me as I saw the bus queue thinning out. At this moment, Gunter pointed towards the waiting hall of the bus station. There, at the entrance, was a cash machine.I jumped out of the car, made a mad run for the machine, and popped my card in, only to read the message: “Out of order. Sorry.”

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。

I ran back to Gunter and told him the bad news. 

Four days later, when I was back in Vienna, I called Gunter as promised. 

二、2024年6月高考英语新1/2卷-读后续写参考范文

【主题语境】人与社会——人际沟通与交往

【语篇导读】这篇文章主要讲述作者在维也纳转车前往布拉格时，因航班延误、现金不足且ATM故障，陷入无法支付出租车费的窘境，但司机Gunter不仅热心相助，还信任地让他先赶巴士，四天后作者信守承诺返回还钱并表达感激的故事。

【参考范文】

Paragraph 1: I ran back to Gunter and told him the bad news. He looked at me in disbelief, asking me what to do. Flashing him another apologetic smile, I begged him for a delayed payment. “If I miss this last bus to Prague, I’ll be late for the conference which is so important that I can’t afford to miss it!” I explained. “May I have your phone number? I will call you and return the money I owe you. I promise I will keep my word or you keep my watch!” I added, handing him my watch as well as my business card. Gunter accepted my business card but rejected my watch.He wrote down his phone number and gave it to me. “Just keep your promise, Sir.” A feeling of gratitude washed over me as I heard his words. Giving him a firm handshake, I jumped out of the car, made a mad run for the bus, and jumped onto it just before its departure. 

Paragraph 2: Four days later, when I was back in Vienna, I called Gunter as promised. He picked me up at the bus station where he had dropped me off four days before.Beaming a warm smile at him, I gave him a big hug the moment I saw him. We chatted happily on the way to the airport. I told him that thanks to his generosity and timely help,everything had gone smoothly. When he stopped his taxi outside the airport, I paid him for the “double car ride”, back and forth from the airport to the bus station, together with a generous tip that he turned down. I also gave him an attractive souvenir I had bought at Prague,which he accepted with delight. We became good friends and kept in touch with each other regularly. I felt blessed to have such a warm-hearted friend like Gunter.