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2026 届高考英语压轴精卷（广东专用）
参考答案
第一部分 阅读理解（共两节, 满分50 分）
第一节（共15 小题；每小题2. 5 分, 满分37. 5 分）
1．C 2．B 3．D
4．B 5．C 6．C 7．B
8．B 9．A 10．B 11．D
12．D 13．A 14．C 15．B
第二节（共5 小题, 每小题2. 5 分, 共12. 5 分）
16．B 17．A 18．F 19．E 20．D
第二部分 语言运用（共两节，满分30 分）
第一节（共15 小题；每小题1 分, 共15 分）
21．B 22．A 23．C 24．B 25．D 26．C 27．A 28．B 29．C 30．D
31．B 32．B 33．A 34．C 35．A
第二节 （共10 小题；每小题1. 5 分, 满分15 分）
36．was generated 37．what 38．dramatically 39．trembling 40．onlookers 41．with
42．scenic 43．has completed 44．a 45．to fill
第三部分 写作（共两节，满分40 分）
第一节（满分15 分）
【参考范文】
Labor Shapes Us
Good morning, friends. It’s my honor to share my voluntary experience in our school canteen last week.
I assisted the staff by sorting vegetables, washing dishes and wiping tables neatly before meals. Though the
repetitive work exhausted me at first, seeing the tidy canteen filled me with a strong sense of achievement. During
the work, I witnessed the chefs’ sweat and hard work. They silently provide delicious meals for us daily, making me
realize labor is never minor. It connects people, sustains our life, and teaches me to cherish food and respect every
worker.
This experience deeply shaped me. Labor exercises our bodies and fosters gratitude and responsibility. Let’s
actively participate in labor, value its fruits, and become responsible individuals. Thank you!
第二节（满分25 分）
【参考范文】
I decided to start writing again, just for myself. Every night after the children went to bed, I sat at the
kitchen table with my notebook. At first, the words came slowly. I doubted myself — was I good enough? But I
kept going. I wrote about my Navy days, about becoming a mother, about the woman I used to be and the woman I
wanted to become. Some nights I wrote only a few sentences. Other nights, the pages filled quickly. Writing
became my “Lisa things”. Slowly and wonderfully, it felt like coming home. One day, I decided to send one of my
stories to a magazine.
Months later, I received a call from the magazine. A kind voice on the other end said my story had been
chosen. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. When I hung up, I sat quietly, letting the news sink in. My story — my
words — would be read by others. I called my dad first. “Remember Lisa things?” I asked. He laughed and said, “I
always knew she was in there somewhere.” When the magazine arrived, I held it carefully. On the page, there it
was: Lisa. I finally understood: losing yourself is easy, but finding yourself again is the bravest thing you can do.
