专题08 读后续写
编者按：2025 年新高考地区二模分类整理，深度解析，排版整齐。
（一）
（2025·安徽芜湖·二模）
Most of us have formed an unreal picture of life on a desert island. We sometimes imagine it to be a kind of
heaven where the sun always shines, life is simple, and nature gives us everything. The other side of the picture is
quite the opposite — you either starve to death or live like Robinson Crusoe, waiting for a boat which never comes.
Maybe both ideas are partly true. Still, few of us have had the chance to know what desert island life is really like.
Three men had such a chance not long ago. Their names were Jack, Tom. and Robin. They were moving a
badly broken boat from the Virgin Islands to Miami for fixing. Halfway, the boat started to go down. In fear, Jack
took a small rubber boat while Tom quickly picked up what they could — some food, matches, and cans of beer.
Robin, the calmest of the three, helped tie everything together and gave each man some water before they set off.
With sore muscles and nervous hearts, they rowed for hours before at last reaching a small coral island.
But the island was far from heaven. There were almost no trees and no clean water. The empty land and hard
truth quickly broke their dream. The three men sat in silence, looking at the sea. Robin tried to stay hopeful and said,
“we are lucky to be alive.” Jack and Tom nodded, but worry was in their eyes.
Facing an unknown future, they knew they had to use the few things they brought and anything they could find
on the island. With no way to talk to others and no idea when — or if — they would be saved, they got ready to face
what was ahead. Robin said, “We must take turns watching the sea, keeping the fire on. and looking for help.” He
looked at his friends and added, “No one is coming today, but maybe someone will come tomorrow.”
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They walked around the island, trying to find something useful or a way to call for help.
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Just when they began to feel hopeless, Robin saw something strange near the rocks.
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（二）
（2025·浙江·二模）
Amanda and Susie, though sisters with a two-year age gap, had never got along. From the minute Susie was
born, Amanda knew the baby disliked her.
As Susie grew, she hated Amanda for telling her how to do things. Amanda viewed Susie as spoilt, because
she was the youngest in the family. At secondary school, Amanda shone at English; Susie was a maths whizz. Each
made the other feel inadequate. When Amanda turned fifteen, Susie was angry when her sister was allowed to go to
the youth club disco. Perhaps that was why Susie married so young — anything to beat her sister down the aisle. But
Amanda got her revenge. When it was her turn, she chose a bridesmaids clashed with Susie’s hair at her wedding.
Now, despite being in their fifties, these grievances (牢骚) were still fresh in the sisters’ minds. The only thing
they had in common was that they both loved their mother deeply.
Then one day, her father rang with the terrible news that their mother had died suddenly. Both sisters were
stricken with grief, but Susie, was also upset that their father hadn’t informed her first.
Then their father told them about their mother’s will. “She’s left you the painting.” He said to them both. The
painting — a portrait of the sisters by the mother — was the source of one of their biggest childhood arguments. To
their surprise, it was bequeathed (遗赠) to both, “Your mom hopes that you each have it for six months and then swap
over, for all your rest life.” added the father.
“We live miles apart. We could get it delivered.” said Susie. “It’s against the will,” their father replied, “‘I love
to look at it, especially now you've both left home.’ Your mom used to say. Now it felt like the last link to her.”
For the sake of their beloved mother, the two sister began the cyclic keeping of the painting. This time it was
Susie’s turn to deliver the painting.
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When Susie arrived, she found Amanda lying in the bed with her leg broken in an accident.
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Silently, they began to admire the painting, and all of a sudden, a line of little words beneath draw Amanda’s
attention.
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（三）
（2025·广东·二模）
Mary watched as students crowded around a notice announcing that the school’s radio station was looking for
a second host. Butterflies filled her stomach—she had always dreamed of becoming a campus host.
The radio station was a big deal: it aired music, school announcements, and entertaining shows that everyone
tuned into during lunch breaks. Olivia, the current host, was confident and talented, earning widespread admiration.
In contrast, Mary was naturally shy, and speaking in front of others made her nervous. Still, she decided to give it a
try, even as a classmate remarked, “You? You can barely read aloud in class without stumbling (磕磕绊绊)!”
Not discouraged, Mary practiced every evening by reading aloud from her textbooks. At first, she stumbled
over her words, but gradually her reading grew smoother and her pronunciation clearer. She even borrowed books on
public speaking from the library to learn vocal techniques. While her classmates chatted and laughed, she quietly
absorbed every detail, determined to build her skills.
The day of the interview finally arrived. Holding the cold microphone, Mary felt her hands grow sweaty. She
read the required texts perfectly—rehearsed (排练) thousands of times—but she struggled during the improvised (即兴
的) part.
“Sir, I’ve been practicing for months, and I’m willing to work hard to learn,” she begged.
Mr. Carter smiled gently and said, “I appreciate your determination and your excellent reading. But during a
live broadcast, anything can happen, and you need to draw your audience’s attention with genuine emotion rather
than simply reading from a script.”
That day, no one passed the interview; everyone left except Mary. Lost in thought, she realized, “The problem
isn’t with my pronunciation or reading…” It suddenly struck her that she could join the radio team in a supporting
role to learn what it truly takes to be a host.
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She asked Mr. Carter for permission and began by taking on small tasks.
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Then one day, Mr. Carter rushed in with unexpected news: Olivia had suddenly fallen ill.
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（四）
（2025·广东深圳·二模）
I was incredibly proud of my school, the Maplewood Elementary. It connected me to my roots, as my father
and grandfather had all graduated from here.
So, when our teacher Mr. Dow announced a group project to create a brochure (小册子) about our school for
its 100th anniversary, I was thrilled. The best three brochures would be displayed in the school library, which was a
chance to show the new students how wonderful our school was.
I was paired with two classmates: Jake. who loved photography, and Lily who had a gift for writing. Working
with others could be fun, right? But my enthusiasm quickly faded.
Our first meeting was a disaster. When we discussed which part of the school we should focus on, Jake kept
talking about cameras and photos. I turned to Lily, hoping for some support. But she simply shrugged and said, “I’m
not really into this. It sounds boring.” Jake nodded in agreement. The project seemed to be harder than I thought.
At our next meeting, I tried to lead the conversation back to the project. I shared some interesting facts I had
researched about the school. However, neither of them seemed interested. Jake had promised to gather materials from
the library, but instead he showed us photos taken on the weekend. Lily hadn’t started her part of the research either,
claiming she had been too busy. I felt like I was the only one who cared.
Back home, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I stayed up late that night, trying to create the
brochure by myself. But no matter how hard I tried, the result was far from satisfactory. I was exhausted and
disheartened. My mom noticed I was upset. “You can’t do this alone,” she gently reminded me. “Jake and Lily have
talents that can make this project shine. You just need to find a way to get them involved.”
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With only three days left, I knew I had to act.
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On the final day, we presented our brochure in class.
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（五）
（2025·广东湛江·二模）
“Why are you wearing your red dress?” asked Sherry, my classmate in sixth grade. The look on my face must
have indicated that I didn’t understand the question. She asked again, “Your red dress... Why are you wearing it?
Today is a blue-dress day.”
I rarely noticed what other people wore, so it never occurred to me that anyone would notice I had only two
school dresses: a red dress with little yellow flowers and a blue one with navy trim around the neck. The red dress
was my favorite, so I wore it on Mondays and Tuesdays. I put on the blue one on Wednesdays and Thursdays, then
back to red each Friday.
“Oh,” I stammered (结结巴巴地说). “I, uh, dropped chili (辣椒) on it yesterday at lunch. I, uh, can’t wear it
until Mama washes it.”
There was no judgment in Sherry’s question, just curiosity. For the first time in my life, though, I wondered,
“Am l poor? Do my friends feel sorry for me?”
Until the day when Sherry asked about my red dress, I had never compared my clothes, my little white house, or
my life with anyone else’s.
After school, I hung my red dress in the closet I shared with my older sister, Debra. I put on play clothes and
went outside to sulk (生闷气). I climbed to the lowest branch of a scrawny oak and stared at my house.
My mother called through the screen door for me to come set the table. I climbed down from my tree and
shuffled into the kitchen. Mama was mashing potatoes in a big, green bowl.
I opened a cabinet door and reached for five dinner plates. “Mama, are we poor?” I asked.
I thought my question might make her feel bad. Instead, she asked, “What do you mean by’ poor’?”
“You know, not enough money. Not enough food or clothes. No place to live.”
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“We don’t have a lot of extra money,” she answered, “but we get by.”
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After dinner, Mama said to me, “I washed and ironed your blue dress today.”
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（六）
（2025·山东·二模）
A Life-Saving Hero
My wife's job took her out of town a lot and I needed some company. So one day, I went to the local animal-
rescue center. The little cocker spaniel (可卡猎犬) trembling in a cage caught my eye right away. She had scared
eyes and I could tell she longed to be picked up and hugged. I gently petted her soft fur, and to my surprise, she
stopped shaking. That was that. I filled out the paperwork and took my new dog—Honey home.
I'd had her only a couple of weeks, but Honey and I quickly became close friends. She followed me like a
shadow from the very first day. She loved sitting on my lap. We often went to the backyard, where I picked up a ball
and threw it. I sat down to watch Honey race after the ball. We had great fun together.
That October morning last year I decided to take Honey with me while I ran some errands (差事). She jumped
in and settled down on the passenger seat. I got behind the wheel and started the car. We lived in a remote area up
in the hills outside San Rafael, surrounded by tall redwoods. We had to drive up the mountain at a low speed to get
to our driveway, which was barely wide enough for one car and ended at a steep cliff.
I turned around and backed up slowly. Just then, a flash of sunlight blinded me. I put my hand up to protect
my eyes. Suddenly, the car slipped in the soft soil and rolled down the valley. I heard a horrible crash. A giant branch
plunged (扎进) through the roof and hit my leg. We landed upside down. I was stuck. I looked over to find Honey.
She was still in the passenger seat. She seemed scared but was not hurt.
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I knew I had to do something to save us.
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As I watched Honey fade out of my view, my thoughts started to wander off.
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（七）
（2025·浙江绍兴·二模）
At a local high school in San Francisco. Mr. Adams was well-loved by his pupils. He taught music, something he
was passionate about ever since he was a child.
Not all students were fond of playing musical instruments and singing, but because of Mr. Adams’ fun and
easy lessons, he instantly became every pupil’s favorite teacher. He would teach them how to play instruments and
have jamming sessions (即兴演奏) with them where they performed the students’ favorite songs.
“You know, the key to making the kids love your lessons is to make it relatable to them,” he told his fellow
teachers. “Once you catch their attention, it’ll be easier for them to absorb what you’re trying to teach them.”
Mr. Adams taught Grade 11 and 12 high school students. Thanks to his fun nature, his students respected him
as a teacher but treated him like a friend. They went to him for advice and would hang out with him outside of class
to play music and exchange stories.
One day, his students scheduled a day to spend time with him to make the playlist of their upcoming prom. It
was such a formal dance that they would spend a lot buying dresses and suits. He was glad to help them and scheduled
their session for Friday that week.
However, that Friday, Mr. Adams didn’t show up to class for the first time. “I wonder if he’s okay,” one student
said, worried. “He’s never been absent before!”
The students waited inside the music room patiently. After a couple of minutes, though, the school director
entered the room and said that Mr. Adams would not be returning any time soon.
“I know how much you all love Mr. Adams, so I’m disclosing this information. Last night, a forest fire burned
down his house, and he was devastated. He worked hard to put up that house, but he couldn’t save it. He was only
able to retrieve a few items, but other than that, everything he owned is gone,” she revealed. The news saddened Mr.
Adams’ students.
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Paragraph 1: “We have to help him!” the student council president said.
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Paragraph 2: When Mr. Adams finally made it to the prom, he was surprised to see everyone in casual
wear instead of the formal clothes.
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（八）
（2025·浙江衢州·二模）
Tim had always struggled with his weight. He loved food, but at school, he often found himself the target of
cruel jokes and teasing.
His classmates would call him names like “Big Tim” and make fun of his size, and though Tim tried to ignore it,
it still hurt. Every day, he wished he could be like the athletic kids, running fast and playing sports with ease, but that
always seemed out of reach.
One day, a group of his classmates — three boys who were notorious for their pranks (恶作剧) — decided to
play a trick on him. They knew Tim wasn’t athletic, and they thought it would be funny to sign him up for the
upcoming school’s long-distance race. They figured he’d panic when he found out and that it would be fun to watch
him fail. Without telling Tim, they registered his name for the race.
On race day, as Tim walked across the track trying to join his classmates in the stands, he saw some of them
holding giant posters of his face with slogans like “The Big Runner” and “Go Tim!” He froze. He realized what had
happened — the boys had tricked him into racing. His face turned red with embarrassment, but the crowd was already
watching, and he felt trapped.
The starting gun fired, and to everyone’s surprise, Tim began to jog. It wasn’t fast, and he could barely keep
up with the other runners, but he kept moving. His legs burned with each step, and his breath came in sharp gasps,
but he didn’t stop. His classmates’ laughter echoed in his ears, but he ignored it.
As the race went on, something shifted. A few students who weren’t part of the prank started cheering for him.
“Come on, Tim! You can do it!” they yelled. Their encouragement made Tim feel lighter, and his pace picked up
just a little. It wasn’t about winning anymore; it was about proving to himself that he could finish.
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By the time Tim reached the final lap, he was tired out.
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（九）
（2025·广西河池·二模）
In a small town in New York, there lived a young girl named Emily who had always dreamed of becoming a
writer. Her parents, however, had different plans for her future. They wanted her to study business and take over the
family store. Despite their wishes, Emily continued to write stories in her free time, hoping to one day published a
book.
On a chilly winter morning, Emily was reading a magazine when she noticed an ad for a writing competition.
She decided to give it a shot and submitted a short story without giving it much thought. Time passed, and she had
almost forgotten about it until one day she received a notification informing her that she was invited to attend the
final round of the writing competition in New York City. Excited and surprised, she realized her love for writing had
earned her recognition.
Emily was overjoyed, but her excitement quickly turned to disappointment when her parents refused to support
her. They argued that the competition was a distraction from her studies and her future responsibilities. Heartbroken
but determined, Emily decided to find a way to attend the competition on her own.
She took on extra jobs after school and saved every penny she could. She also reached out to local businesses,
asking for sponsorships. Her persistence paid off when a local bookstore owner, Mr. Thompson, offered to cover half
the cost of her trip. With the remaining money she had saved, Emily was able to afford the competition.
In the following weeks, Emily was busy getting ready. She used all her spare time to improve her writing. On
late nights, she leaned over her desk, writing down ideas in a notebook and revising sentences to make them clear
and full of emotion. During this time, Emily read many books to gain new inspiration and discussed with friends who
shared their love for writing, getting lots of useful advice. Every day, she rose early to practice writing and went to
bed late after completing her tasks. She was a bit nervous but also thrilled at the thought of the upcoming
competition.
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The day of the competition finally arrived.
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Back home, her parents couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.
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（十）
（2025·山东泰安·二模）
Mr. Smith and his 12-year-old son, John, had gone hiking on the Red Mountain track in southern Utah. Mother,
Allen, began to worry after the pair failed to show up hours later at a spot where she was supposed to pick them up,
and phoned Sgt. Jacob Paul, who manages the volunteer search and rescue team for the Washington County Sheriff’s
Office.
The red rock mountains of southern Utah are popular among adventure seekers, offering splendid sand dunes
(沙丘), narrow canyons and sandstone cliffs that can be forbidding to inexperienced hikers because of dangers from
rough terrain (地形) and terrible weather. Mr. Smith decided to take the hike the previous night. “It’s a typical track
that we have taken so many times,” he said. On a navigator (导航仪) app on his phone, he showed his wife their
expected route. “Look, we’re going to start right here. We’re going to end up out there. And we’ll meet each other in
the park around this time.”
The boy and his father set out on their hike shortly before 11 a.m. on Sunday. Everything was going well. They
got to the overlook that they were trying to check out. The plan was to meet Allen at a parking lot at the foot of the
mountain by 6 p.m. at the latest. They were actually walking back, talking about what they were going to do the
moment they got home. On the way back Mr. Smith decided to use the navigator app on his phone. On previous hikes,
the father always relied on a compass, footsteps and tracks to guide him. However, this time Mr. Smith was depending
on his GPS, and came to find out GPS took them somewhere on the most rocky places. It didn’t turn out the way they
wanted. The application ended up sending them somewhere else on the other side of the mountains where they ended
up getting trapped.
The navigator app not only led them lost but also drained (耗尽) the battery on their only phone. It was dark and
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They were trying to look for shelter when they came across a backpack with a note inside.
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Early the next morning, father and son saw the rescue teams who were sent by Paul.
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（十一）
（2025·山东青岛·二模）
When David signed up for Ms. Sandra’s “Endangered Traditions” class at Willow High, he didn’t expect this
class to be about saving history. Ms. Sandra, one of the few remaining masters of su filindeu, a handmade Italian
pasta (意大利面), explained in the first class that this skill had been practiced for over 300 years and was the rarest
of 350 pasta varieties worldwide. She emphasized, “Fewer than ten people in the world still master this skill. If we
don’t act, the art will disappear.”
The students fell silent, realizing the importance of what they were learning. Then, with flour-dusted hands,
Ms. Sandra shifted the mood. “Now, let me show you its magic.” The students leaned forward as she started the
incredible transformation. She rolled the dough ( 面团) into a thick rope and then stretched it into 256 perfect
strands (线). The classroom was filled with admiration as the teacher’s hands moved gracefully.
For weeks, David and his classmates threw themselves into learning the skill of making su filindeu with Ms.
Sandra’s help, but it didn’t come easily. The dough kept breaking or sticking together. Sometimes, they couldn’t
stretch more than 16 strands. Still, they refused to quit, helping and encouraging each other as they improved little
by little.
One afternoon, Ms. Sandra entered the classroom with heavy steps. She sighed, “The school board thinks our
su filindeu class isn’t practical. They’ve decided to cancel it next term unless we can prove its value.” She added,
“It’s true that machines can mass-produce pasta in minutes, but if we only value what’s fast and easy, we lose centuries
of knowledge.”
A wave of disappointment swept through the classroom. After a moment of silence, David stood up. “What if
we let more people know about it? How about an exhibition?” he suggested. The class lit up with excitement. Inspired
by their reaction, David immediately volunteered to organize the exhibition. Ms. Sandra watched, proud and hopeful.
Perhaps, she thought, they really could work some magic.
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David and his classmates quickly got to work.
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The day after the exhibition, Ms. Sandra entered the classroom with a smile.
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（十二）
（2025·安徽芜湖·二模）
The Last Oxygen
Juliette’s wrench clanged against the broken ventilator (通风设备). The air tasted of metal, like blood on her
tongue. On the wall screen above her, the eternal wasteland glared back — cracked (裂开的) earth and toxic yellow
clouds. “Cleaners die in 5 minutes out there,” the Siló’s children were taught. But Juliette knew the cameras hadn’t
been cleaned in 49 years.
She wiped sweat from her neck. Three levels below, her father had disappeared last winter after questioning
the “energy quotas”. Now her own tools revealed the Siló’s secret: pipes thinner than mandated, patched with decaying
tape. This tomb is choking us, she thought.
A flickering server light caught her eye. Behind the cracked panel lay a dented hard drive labeled “Project
Recovery”. Her breath hitched. Possessing pre-Collapse files meant execution (死刑).
The video loaded. A woman in a white coat stood before luxuriant forests. “Geoengineering failed, but natural
air purification will conclude in 150 years. Surviving Silós must —” Static swallowed her words. The timestamp read
198 YEARS AGO.
Juliette’s gloves froze on the keyboard. If the air had healed, why did the screens still show poison?
“Mechanic 17.” Mayor Bernard’s voice crackled through her earpiece. “Report to Level 1immediately.” His
office reeked of antiseptic. Surveillance (监控画面) feeds covered the walls like ivy. “Your father’s obsession with’
truth’ blinded him,” Bernard said, polishing his glasses. A tremor in his hand exposed him. Juliette glanced at his
wrist monitor: Oxygen: 22% — the exact percentage from the ancient video’s “safe zone”.
Midnight found her in the forbidden server room. The external camera feed hissed with snow. She input
override (超控) codes that her father once scribbled on a napkin: GREEN.
A single blade of grass quivered (摇曳) in the wind, its vivid emerald defying the gray desert. Then the screen
died. Alarms exploded. Red lights bathed the corridor in blood. Guards’ shouts ricocheted off steel walls.
Juliette ran. Her boots pounded past flickering warnings: AIRLOCK BREACH! EXTREME HAZARD! The
ancient door groaned ( 呻吟着) open, its gears screaming. Wind slapped her face — cool, damp, smelling of
thunderstorms, not death. Beyond the concrete ruins, a silver ribbon glinted (闪烁) on the horizon. Water?!
“STOP!” Bernard’s roar boomed from speakers. “The Pact (公约) protects us!”
She stepped into the light.
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A bird’s shadow flickered over the cracked ground as Juliette gasped — the air no longer burned her lungs.
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Inside the Siló, Bernard’s finger froze above the “Delete Data” button, the screen flashing: “External Oxygen
SAFE since 2075”.
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（十三）
（2025·江苏南京·二模）
It was 1975. I left school at 16 to work at the Tibooburra Pub, which had special significance for my family.
The pub had first been run by my great-grandfather, Walter, back in 1913 and then he sold it. In the late 1940s, my
grandfather bought it back. Having spent so much time there as a kid, 1 thought it was a great place to work in.
Grandfather’s cheerful smile and comforting voice made those years precious to me. Unfortunately, grandfather died
from a heart attack and the pub was eventually sold to a family, which meant I had to find work elsewhere.
I then got a job at the local hospital and enjoyed it, though nothing felt the same as working for one’s own
family. Aged 20, I connected with a man named Craig. Later we got married. Running a sheep property kept us busy,
but one thing stayed on my mind. “I’d love to buy back the pub one day,” I said to Craig. Part of me still longed for
the days of being behind the bar and welcoming customers with a smile, just like my grandfather had.
In 2014, the pub came on the market again, so Craig and I went for it. Our offer was successful.
Running it again was like stepping back in time; nothing much had changed, and I enjoyed slipping into my
old job. But Craig and I had plans to expand. We used our savings and did some renovations (翻新), like putting in a
beer garden outside and building more motel (汽车旅馆) rooms. I felt like I was not only doing a great business, but
also keeping alive our family tradition.
In February 2021, I went to the neighboring state to get some supplies and on the way back, I got a call from
Craig. “There’s been a fire at the pub,” he cried. Being hours away was hard as I didn't know how bad the damage
was.
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When I returned home and saw it with my own eyes, I broke down.
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“We’re going to rebuild it,” I said to Craig, firmly.
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（十四）
（2025·福建龙岩·二模）
Donna’s fourth-grade classroom mirrored traditional setups — five rows of desks, a front-facing teacher’s
station, bill boards displaying student work. Yet there seemed to be an undercurrent of excitement filling the room
that first day.
Donna, an experienced Michigan educator two years from retirement, volunteered for my countywide teacher
development program. Our initiative used language arts to build up student confidence and self-efficacy (自我效能).
Her task: implement these concepts. Mine: observe progress.
I settled at the back as students wrote on notebook paper. The girl nearest me filled her sheet with “I Can’ts”:
“I can’t kick the soccer ball past second base.”
“I can’t do long division with more than three numerals.”
“I can’t get Debbie to like me.”
Her page was half full and she showed no signs of letting up. She worked on with determination and
persistence.
I walked down the row glancing at students’ papers. Everyone was writing sentences, describing things they
couldn’t do.
“I can’t do ten push-ups.”
“I can’t hit one over the left-field fence.”
“I can’t eat only one cookie.”
By this time, the activity engaged my curiosity, so I decided to check with the teacher to see what was going
on. As I approached her, I noticed that she, too, was busy writing. I felt it best not to interrupt.
Frustrated in my efforts to determine why students and teacher were focusing on the negative instead of writing
the more positive “I Can” statements, I returned to my seat and continued my observations. Students wrote ten more
minutes.
“Finish current sheets,” Donna announced. Students folded papers into a shoebox at her desk. She added her
own, sealed the box, and headed out the door and down the hall. Students followed the teacher. I followed the students.
Midway, she entered the tool room, and came out with a shovel (铲子).
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Shovel and shoe box in hand, Donna marched the students to the farthest corner of the playground.
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After saying goodbye to “I can’ts”, they went back to the classroom to greet “I cans”.
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（十五）
（2025·山东潍坊·二模）
The sun burned hot over Gudewadi, a small village in Western Maharashtra where the earth smelled of ripe
cashew (腰果) and dust. I was the village bad boy because I had no interest in school or studies. Mud on my knees,
dirty words on my tongue and a pack of restless troublemakers at my heels, I was the boy mothers warned their sons
about. School? A prison. Books? Useless weight. The only lessons I cared about were what the fields taught: how to
climb a cashew tree without being hurt, how to tell when the fruit was sweetest, how to outrun the teacher catching
me skipping school again.
No one thought I would do anything worthwhile with my life. “Why waste time on him?” they’d tease, watching
me whistling through the lanes. “He’ll end up back on the farms anyway. Some boys are just weeds, amounting to
nothing.” Even the cashew trees seemed to whisper it when the wind blew. It seemed the village had already written
my fate.
But my mother, uneducated, visualised a different future, refusing to let the world bury me alive. Every time I
collapsed onto the bed intending to skip school, she seized my arm and beat me until I got dressed. “You will not rot
here!” she shouted, marching me to the classroom door and watching me enter, her shadow like a stubborn cashew
tree.
This bad boy image troubled me. I didn’t believe I was a bad boy and never wanted to be one. These thoughts
lingered in my mind, like mosquitos buzzing around our cashew apples. For years, I had been torn by this contradiction.
Then, one evening, as I sat on the farm’s edge watching the sun bleed into the cashew fields, the truth bit harder than
any insect: I was becoming exactly what they said—a boy with nothing. No respect. No future.
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It hit me that education was my only way out.
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I put in some cashew seeds when packing and headed for the university.
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（十六）
（2025·贵州·二模）
It was a weekend. I had already planned to hang out with my friends. However, my mother called after work,
her voice filled with childlike excitement. She explained that her company was having a spring outing the next day
and asked if I could stop by the bakery on my way home to buy her a bag of coconut bread for lunch.
Without even thinking, I refused, telling her I couldn’t spare time because I had already made plans with my
friends. She bargained with me for a long time, insisting that it’s just buying a bag of bread — it wouldn’t take long
or delay me. She was almost angry by the end of it, so I reluctantly (勉强地) agreed.
But as soon as I saw the bakery from a distance, my heart sank. The store was packed, with a long queue
snaking all the way outside. I couldn’t help but groan (叹息) hopelessly. As the line inched forward, I kept checking
the time, standing on tiptoe to look ahead, dizzy from hunger. I couldn’t understand my mother — why wouldn’t she
just stay home and rest on a weekend? Spring outings were for kids!
Just then, someone behind me called softly, “Miss.”
I turned around, seeing a middle-aged woman I didn’t recognize. Annoyed, I asked impatiently, “What?”
Her smile was almost humble. “Look, I’m just one person behind you, but that means I’ll have to wait for
another batch (一批). I’m buying this for my son — he’s going on a spring outing tomorrow. I still need to rush home
to cook dinner and take him to his tutoring class. If you’re not in a hurry, I was wondering if…”
“Who are you buying for?” she asked.
Without hesitation, I answered, “For my mom. She’s going on a spring outing tomorrow.” For some reason, as
soon as I said that, the entire bakery fell into silence. All eyes turned toward me.
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She asked loudly, “Who did you say you’re buying for?”
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The woman ahead of me turned around and asked me to go first.
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（十七）
（2025·甘肃白银·二模）
When I was in elementary school, I wasn’t very good at sports. I was always the last to be picked for teams,
and I never won a race. I thought being slow and weak made me a failure. But one day, my P. E. teacher, Mr Harris,
said something that changed my mind. He had been watching me struggle during a running drill, and after the class,
he came over to talk to me.
“You may not be the fastest,” he said, “but you have something even more important. You don’t give up.” I
didn’t really understand what he meant at the time. How could not quitting be better than winning? In my mind, if
you weren’t first, then you lost. But Mr Harris kept encouraging me. He told me that winning wasn’t everything and
that sometimes trying hard and not giving up was even more valuable.
At first, I didn’t believe him, but then he suggested I start practicing a little every day after school. “Don’t
focus on becoming the fastest,” he said. “Just focus on improving, even if it’s a little bit each day.” I decided to give
it a try, although I wasn’t sure it would make a difference. I began running around the track after school, one lap, then
two, slowly increasing my endurance. Over the next few weeks, I noticed small changes. I could run longer without
getting tired, and I was improving, even if I wasn’t winning yet.
As the school’s annual race day approached, I wondered if I should sign up. I still wasn’t fast enough to win,
but Mr Harris encouraged me once more. “The race isn’t about being first,” he reminded me. “It’s about showing
what you can do when you don’t give up. That’s real success.”
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A few days later, I signed up for the race.
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After the race, I went to see Mr Harris.
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（十八）
（2025·河北石家庄·二模）
More than 20 years ago, Virginia Squier led a group of middle-school students on an exciting tour of England.
Eager to share the experience, she brought along her 8-year-old daughter, Chambers.
One evening, as their visit was drawing to a close, Squier, Chambers, and the school group found themselves
on a crowded platform in the London Underground. It was 5 p. m. , and the station was a sea of people. Commuters
(通勤者) rushed about, some with briefcases in hand, others chatting on their phones. Squier, firmly took hold of
Chambers' small hand and began carefully counting her students, making sure no one was left behind. Just at that
moment, a train pulled up to the platform.
Suddenly, her daughter let go of her hand, jumped on the train, and the doors began to close. As the train
gathered speed, Squier ran alongside trying to force the door open by digging her fingers into the black rubber
gasket (橡胶垫). On the other side of the glass, she could clearly see Chambers' panicked face.
The last thing she saw before the train pulled out of the station was Chambers crying and pounding her small
hands against the glass. Behind her, an odd-looking young man dressed in black leather rose from his seat and started
moving toward Chambers.
Terrified, Squier searched for an employee. She spotted a man in a uniform, but as soon as she started to
explain, she realized he was not a native English speaker, which made explaining her situation difficult. She was so
shocked that her voice was barely above a whisper, too frightened to cry, and completely focused on getting this man
to understand and help.
Just when all seemed lost, suddenly one of her students tapped her on the shoulder. “She's back, ”the student
said. Squier turned around, and there, standing safe and sound, was her little girl.
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（2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Seeing her daughter, Squier's heart flooded with relief.
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Squier thanked the young man warmly and learned much from the experience.
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