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主题01 成长励志篇
Passage 1
（2026·安徽马鞍山·一模）
On my first day of school last year, I walked through the front gate feeling nervous. My family had just moved
to a new state, and everything felt unfamiliar. The school was huge, the hallways were loud with voices and footsteps,
and I worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with my classes. I felt small.
Academically, things went better than I had expected. My teachers were patient, and I did especially well in
English, a subject I had always loved. Writing had always been my way to express myself by telling stories of others,
and I often felt more confident on paper than in person. Still, none of that seemed matter when it came to making
friends.
At lunch, students sat in tight groups, laughing and sharing secrets. I sat by myself, feeling invisible.During
group work, I spoke little of my ideas,afraid of embarrassing myself.
Hoping to make a change, I had intended to invite several classmates to my house for a holiday activity. But
when the holiday approached, I hesitated. What if I was rejected? From then on, I stopped trying to reach out and
spent most weekends alone in my room, wondering if moving here had been a mistake.
One afternoon in English class, my teacher handed back our essays. When she reached my desk, she nodded and
smiled. After class, she asked me to stay behind. Nervous, I wondered if I had done something wrong.
Instead, she told me how moved she had been by my writing and said I had a real talent for storytelling. Then
she mentioned that the school was planning to hold a writing competition and asked if I would be interested in
entering.
Her words caught me completely off guard. I had never thought of my writing as something special let alone
something others might notice. As I walked home that day, I kept thinking about her encouragement, and for the first
time since moving, I felt a sense of hope.
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Holding my pen, I started to tell my own story in the new school.
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After announcing that I was the winner, my teacher read my writing before class.
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Passage 2
（2026·河北盐山·一模）
On the afternoon of my eighteenth birthday, I was driving my dad’s old car around town, feeling absolutely free
and excited. The sun was shining, and everything felt perfect. As I made a turn a bit too quickly, the worst thing
happened. There was a loud, sharp sound of metal scraping (刮擦) against metal. My heart jumped into my throat —
I had sideswiped a car parked by the pavement.
I stopped the car, my hands shaking on the wheel. I looked around nervously. The street was completely empty;
no one had seen the accident. A powerful thought rushed into my head: “Just drive away. No one will ever know.”
The car I hit was a beautiful, brand-new car, and the scratch along its door was long and deep. My own car only had a
small bump. Panic filled me. I had worked hard to save money for my first semester’s college books, and I knew that
money would be wiped out by this repair. The temptation to escape was overwhelming.
But then, I pictured my dad’s serious face. He had always taught me that taking responsibility for your actions
was what defined a person. With a heart that felt like a heavy stone, I pulled over behind the car. I found a notebook
and a pen in my backpack. My hands were trembling so much that the writing was messy. I wrote down my name,
my phone number, my address, and a short apology. I tore out the page, walked back to the car, and carefully put the
note under its windshield wiper. Driving home, I was consumed with fear already imagining the angry phone call and
the financial trouble that would follow me to college.
The call came that evening. A woman’s voice, calm and steady, asked for me. “This is Mrs. Gable,” she said.
“I’m calling about the note you left on my car.” I prepared for the worst and apologized in a rushed, nervous stream.
She listened quietly until I finished. “The scratch on my car is quite noticeable,” she said, pausing. My stomach
tightened into a knot, sure she was about to demand a huge payment. Then she added, her voice warming, “But so is
your honesty.”
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I froze not expecting such a response.
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That night, I told my dad everything.
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Passage 3
（2026·山东青岛·一模）
My name is Mae. I’ve always been passionate about exploring and solving problems — whether fixing a broken
toy or figuring out how a phone app works. This led me to join our school’s Coding (编程) Club. In our first lesson,
Ms. Davis told us that coding is more than writing lines of code. It is about using technology to make life easier for
others.
“Your project,” she announced in class one day, “is to create a simple app that solves a real-life problem.” “You
have one week to prepare,” She added gently, hoping this would give us enough time to find inspiration and finish
the project.
The challenge stayed with me as I walked to my neighbor Mrs. Thompson’s apartment after school. She had
invited me for tea, as she often did on Tuesdays. Mrs. Thompson was kind and cheerful, but lately she had been a
little forgetful, often misplacing her keys or repeating the same story twice without realizing it. When I arrived, she
was in the kitchen.
“Mae! Good timing,” she greeted me warmly, and then stopped, glancing at the kettle. “Did I already boil water
for tea?”
I checked the kettle — it was still warm. We laughed about it as I poured water, and soon we were chatting.
Our conversation turned to her weekly book club with friends. Mrs. Thompson smiled, talking about her two old
friends. Mr. Brown arrived late for the game, and Mrs. Smith failed to bring her glasses twice. “We’re quite a group,”
she said.
Then her expression grew thoughtful. “We manage, of course. But sometimes I think wouldn’t it be nice if
something simply reminds us? Take medicine. Water the plants. Friday for book club.” She tapped her head with a
soft laugh.
Her words sank in. At that moment, an idea formed in my mind. As I stood up to leave, I smiled mysteriously,
“Give me a few days, and I’ll bring you a little surprise.”
“Oh? I’ll try not to forget that,” she laughed.
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That night, I sat at my desk, notebook open and mind racing with details.
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A week later, I presented my project to Ms. Davis.
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Passage 4
（2026·山东青州·一模）
I live in a small but lovely neighborhood. Our house is neither large nor luxurious, but it has a fairly big garden.
My father loves his garden. He planted some seeds in it and took good care of the plants, watering them, applying
fertilizer, weeding and getting rid of bugs. He was never tired of doing all that stuff. But at that time, I didn’t
understand why working in the dirt excited him so much.
Unfortunately, in the summer vacation before senior high school, my father was seriously injured in an accident.
He had to stay in bed for a while. My mother had several business trips, so she couldn’t take care of the garden. I
didn’t want my father to worry. I said that I would take care of his garden until he recovered. I assumed that the little
plants would continue to grow as long as they had water, and luckily it rained fairly often, so I didn’t think much
about the garden.
One Saturday morning, my father said to me, “Christine, the vegetables should be about ready to be picked.
Let’s have a salad today!” I went out to the garden and was upset to see that many of the lettuce (生菜) leaves and
carrots had been half eaten by bugs. There were hundreds of bugs all over them!
I panicked for a moment but then I quietly went to the nearest supermarket to buy some vegetables. When I was
making the salad, my mother came home and saw the bag from the supermarket in the kitchen. I was embarrassed
and admitted, “Dad would like a salad, but the garden is a disaster. I don’t want to disappoint him, so I went to the
store and bought some vegetables.” My mother smiled, saying, “Honey, you know what is the right thing to do.”
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My father seemed very pleased when I took the salad to him.
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Feeling guilty, I decided to do the right thing.
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主题02 亲情友情篇
Passage 1
（2026·广东汕头·一模）
Every New Year’s Eve, as a family tradition, everyone — uncles, aunts, cousins — gathers at one house to
celebrate the coming of the new year, having a big dinner and doing the countdown. This year, the gathering would
be held in Alex’s home and he was so looking forward to it.
Preparing a big dinner is never easy. Mom started the rush early. She was in the kitchen, as busy as a bee. “I
hope Dad will be back soon,” Mom said to Alex. Dad was a mechanic, responsible for a district’s power lines. “He
promised he’d get off work at four.” Alex replied and volunteered to be the “decoration helper”.
At 6:00, the bell rang. It was Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mark, but no Dad. By 6:30, the house was well-decorated
and Alex had hung a red lantern high above the doorway, a symbol of happiness and reunion. Mom managed to finish
the cooking when the bell rang again. It was Grandma and Grandpa, together with Uncle Jack’s family. Still no Dad.
Mom was worried, “The cold wind is getting stronger tonight.”
While waiting for Dad, Alex turned on the music and kept busy chatting with all the guests about holidays and
his school life. Mom texted and called Dad, but, no answer.
At 7:15, stomachs made noise louder than the music. Alex found Mom in the bedroom and he heard Dad say
“Sorry” over the phone. Mom handed the phone to Alex, disappointment written on her face. “What happened, Dad?”
Dad shouted over the wind, “The main power line is broken! All the workers are here. We have to fix it, or many
people will have a cold and dark night. I am so sorry, but you know... this is my duty.”
Looking at Mom, Alex felt it was now his job to keep the evening alive. “Well, ” Alex replied, “Dad, take your
time and take care of yourself. I will help Mom make sure everything goes well. ”
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“Mom, shall we start the dinner?” asked Alex.
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At 11:50, the door opened and in came Dad, looking tired.
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Passage 2
（2026·广东深圳·一模）
“Boo!” Ben jumped out from under his sister’s bed, waving the monster hand. “Soooo scary, is that Dad’s old
work glove?” asked Kyla. Ben grinned. “It was. Now I call it Creepy Claw (令人毛骨悚然的爪子) , an important
part of my monster costume. Trick-or-Treat is tonight. Want to help me decorate our car and give out candy? ”
Trick-or-Treat is a yearly event in the town. In this event, parents gather their trucks at the town’s central park
and give out candy while children dress up to win the best costume contest. Their parents were also judges this
year.
Kyla shook her head. “Ana and I are going to the Halloween (万圣节) party. Sorry.” Ben let out a deep sigh.
Ever since Kyla and her best friend Ana turned 13, they had been acting all grown up.
That evening, Kyla ate her dinner quickly, washed her plate hurriedly and headed toward the stairs happily.
But Mom reminded her that she still needed to wrap the costume-contest prizes. Knowing that Ana’s mom would
pick her up in half an hour, Kyla complained that she had to get ready. “Sorry, honey,” Mom said apologetically.
“You have to finish it before you leave. It’s your duty.”
Seeing that Kyla was about to cry, Ben volunteered to wrap the prizes for his sister. Kyla thanked Ben, and
then danced up the stairs. After wrapping the prizes in paper, Ben set them on the kitchen table next to the Creepy
Claw.
After a 20-minute drive, Ben and his parents arrived at the park. Ben began decorating their trunk, hanging
white lights on the door. With all the decorations done, there was only ten minutes left before the costume contest
started. Ben pulled on his monster costume while his mom made up his monster face. “Honey, where is your
Creepy Claw?” Mom asked. Ben’s monster face sagged (下垂) .
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After thinking hard, Ben told his mom that he had left it home.
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As Ben turned around, he saw Kyla with the Creepy Claw in her hand.
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Passage 3
（2026·河北承德·一模）
The bell above the bakery door sounded, marking the end of another long day. Six-year-old Ana watched her
mother, Elena, wipe flour-dusted hands on her apron (围裙)—the same faded blue one she wore every day. Her
mother’s dress, a simple grey shift washed thin at the elbows, was as constant as the sunrise.
Tomorrow was Mama’s birthday. A secret, heavy with love, sat in Ana’s chest. Mama never bought clothes for
herself. Her gifts were the warm bread on the table, the quiet mending of Ana’s socks, and the gentle song she
hummed while making bread. Ana’s biggest wish was to wrap her love in something beautiful: a new dress, the color
of the sky just after dawn.
But coins were for flour and eggs, not for dreams. As Elena locked the door, an idea started to form and grow in
Ana’s mind. She would grow her gift, like the seeds in the window box.
The next morning, Ana became a tiny, determined entrepreneur. She gathered fallen flowers from the
geraniums (天竺葵) by the step, threading them onto strings to make “necklaces”. She drew careful pictures of their
bakery, selling them to kindly neighbors for a penny. She even offered to carefully dust old Mr. Henderson’s collection
of tin soldier statues, her small face serious with effort. Her piggy bank began to whisper with a few lonely coins.
Days passed. Her piggy bank grew heavier, but not heavy enough. On the eve of the birthday, Ana poured the
coins onto her blanket. It wasn’t enough for a dress, not even a scarf. Downstairs, she found her mother at the kitchen
table, mending that same grey dress by lamplight. The sight was a quiet ache. “Mama,” Ana whispered, the coins
held firmly in her small fist. “I wanted to buy you a blue dress for tomorrow. But I only have this.”
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Ana’s voice trembled (颤抖) as she opened her hand.
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“Oh, could you buy some multi-color threads for me?” Elena asked.
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Passage 4
（2026·河北邯郸·一模）
The winter wind blew strongly outside. I stood in front of our small house, feeling very cold. I was wearing an
old jacket with several small holes in the sleeves. For almost an hour, I had been thinking hard about what I could
give Mom for her birthday. However, I still had no good idea. I let out a long sigh. Even if I found a perfect gift, I
had no money to pay for it.
Five years ago, my dad passed away. Since then, Mom had taken care of me all by herself. She worked long
hours in a supermarket every day. She was always tired when she came back home, but she never complained. The
money she made was just enough for our food and daily life. Every time I saw Mom’s tired but gentle smile, my heart
was filled with thanks. I really wanted to give her a special gift to show my love.
I walked slowly to the street with my head down. I looked through the windows of different shops. There were
beautiful cards, lovely cups and soft scarves. All of them looked nice, but I knew I could not afford any of them. My
eyes became wet as I kept walking. I felt so sad and helpless. It was getting dark, and I had to turn back home.
On the way back, I passed Mrs. Green’s house. She was an old kind lady living next to us. I saw her picking up
fallen leaves in the yard alone. She looked weak and it was difficult for her to finish the work. I walked up to her and
asked if I could help her. She agreed.
I worked hard to clean up the leaves and tidy the yard. Although I felt a little tired, I kept working until everything
was clean and tidy. When I finished, Mrs. Green took out ten dollars from her pocket and gave it to me. She said it
was a little reward for my help. At first, I did not want to take it, but she insisted. Finally, I thanked her and took the
money carefully.
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At once, I ran to a shop nearby.
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On my way home, I held the gloves close to my chest.
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主题03 善良助人篇
Passage 1
（2026·山东平度·一模）
It was the start of summer. For 15-year-old Daniel, summer usually meant bike rides, basketball games, and long
afternoons at the park with his friends. But this year felt different — quieter, somehow.
Daniel’s neighbor, Mr. Wagner, had always been a big part of the neighborhood. He was the kind of adult kids
actually liked to be around. Every winter, he helped clear snow off the sidewalks, even when no one asked. In the
summer, he set up a sprinkler (洒水器) in his front yard for the kids to run through and handed out orange and grape
juice from a little cooler. When Daniel hurt his knee trying to learn a skateboard trick, it was Mr. Wagner who cleaned
the cut and covered it up. He even helped Daniel with his math homework once when he was stuck before a test. He
didn’t have kids of his own, but he treated every child on the street like family.
That was why Daniel started to worry when he didn’t see Mr. Wagner outside anymore. No more chats, no more
afternoon waves. Then one afternoon, an ambulance pulled into Mr. Wagner’s driveway. Daniel watched from his
window, his heart sinking.
Later that evening, Daniel’s parents told him that Mr. Wagner had a serious sickness. His condition had worsened
recently, and he now needed a wheelchair to get around — but there was no ramp (坡道) at his house, just three high
steps leading to the front door.
The next day, Daniel and his friends took turns visiting Mr. Wagner. They brought him books from the library,
helped water his garden, and even walked his dog. But Daniel knew that wasn’t enough. That evening, he gathered
his friends under a big apple tree. “Mr. Wagner has done so much for us,” Daniel said firmly. “It’s our turn to help
him.” The others nodded. That’s when the idea came — they would build him a ramp.
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Building the ramp wasn’t easy.
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After a full week of hard work, the ramp was finally ready.
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Passage 2
（2026·山东聊城·一模）
Lucy turned on the TV. The house was quiet because her son, Patrick, was on a school camping trip. She was
surfing through TV channels when Patrick’s teacher phoned her.
“Hi, Mr Randall,” Lucy said. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m so sorry, Miss Stevens,” Mr Randall wept. “I don’t know how this happened, but Patrick is lost!”
Lucy’s heart thumped like a drum.
“What...” Lucy nervously asked. “What do you mean, Mr Randall? How could he get lost?”
“I’m not sure. I already called the police, and they’re currently out there, searching the woods.”
Lucy stood. “I’m heading out there right now!”
She fetched one of the old hiking backpacks, climbed into her car and then set off.
By the time she arrived at the campsite, the sun was setting. “When did Patrick get lost?” Lucy asked as she
strode toward Mr Randall.
“I know Patrick was still with us when we stopped for lunch.” Mr Randal sighed. “But I’ m not sure when he
got separated from the group. When we returned to the campsite, he was missing.” Lucy looked at the children
moving among the tents. Thinking of her son out in the forest by himself brought tears to her eyes.
Lucy hiked and camped frequently when she was younger. She returned to her car and fetched the supplies she’d
packed. She had brought a flashlight, food, and water, in addition to the multi-tool and a basic first-aid kit in her
backpack.
It was very dark. Lucy didn’t want to go in there alone, but Patrick’s safety depended on her. She turned on her
flashlight and set off along a narrow path leading through the trees.
The deeper Lucy walked into the forest, the more anxious she became. Lucy shivered with cold as she searched.
What’s worse, her flashlight ran out of batteries hours later. She realized now that it was safer to wait for dawn and
continue then. Lucy drank water and ate some food while she made a fire to warm up.
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As soon as the dawn broke, Lucy continued to search the dark forest.
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The smoke was coming from an old cabin (小木屋) by a still lake.
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Passage 3
（2026·广东梅州·一模）
The familiar smell of garlic, soy sauce, and onion spread through the air as I opened my lunch bag to see what
my mom had packed for me. On any other occasion, I would have been delighted to eat my mom’s braised pan- fried
tofu: a Chinese dish that I often ate for dinner. But not today, the day a nice girl had invited me, the new girl at school,
to sit with her friends during lunch.
“Charis, over here!” My new friend was waving her arms, trying to get my attention.
As I prepared to walk over to the table, memories of elementary and middle school lunch times resurfaced. I
remembered my embarrassment as my friends would hold their noses, or stay away from me when I brought
homemade Chinese food, tofu. I remembered how my embarrassment shifted to anger when I complained about the
smell to my mom.
I had argued with my mom that I wanted “normal” food for lunch. I remembered the look on my mom’s face, a
mix between disappointment and confusion. But I was determined and she gave in because she worried about my
making new friends every time we moved. So for the remainder of middle school, my mom packed odorless (无味
的) , non-Chinese fare like ham and cheese sandwiches. However, that day, she was in a rush to get to her new job
and packed me leftovers from dinner.
As soon as I got to my new lunch table, I tried to hide my bright lunch bag under my seat before anyone noticed
the strong smell. I looked up to see the other girls at the table, opening their normal American lunches. I sat quietly,
trying not to be noticed when Katrina, a new acquaintance, asked where my food was.
“I’m not really hungry,” I replied in an insecure voice. But Katrina had already seen me carry my lunch so she
said, “Then, I’ll eat it!” The other girls laughed — apparently Katrina was known to be the lunch scavenger.
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I didn’t want to be rude to a new friend, so I reluctantly dragged out my lunch bag and unzipped it.
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It took me a second to recognize that my homemade Chinese food was not being rejected.
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Passage 4
（2026·河北涿州·一模）
It all started when I walked to a quiet corner of my neighborhood one afternoon. To my disappointment, I found
an empty lot overgrown with weeds, where old furniture had been left and rainwater had gathered in muddy
puddles (小水坑) on the ground. I stood there for a while, feeling sad about this wasted space. Then an idea came to
me — what if we could turn this messy place into a small garden for everyone?
That evening, I sent a message in our neighborhood chat group. I explained my plan and invited people to join
me. Hours passed, but only two neighbors sent short replies saying “A good idea.” I felt a little discouraged. Just
when I was about to give up, my phone lit up with a private message. It was from Mr. Wilson, an elderly man who
lived alone in Building 3. I knew him by sight but had never spoken to him before. His message read: “I have some
gardening tools and a few flower seeds. Can I help you?” I sent him a message, saying, “Yes. That's absolutely
great.”
We met at the empty lot the next Saturday morning. Mr. Wilson brought not only tools but also a small hand-
drawn map. He pointed and said, “We can plant sunflowers here because they love sunlight, and we can put some
easy- to- grow flowers near the path.” I was surprised by his knowledge. As we started cleaning together, he shared
stories about the small garden he used to keep in his hometown. I realized he missed those days deeply.
During the following weeks, we worked every weekend. The work was not easy. We had to remove the rubbish,
clear the deep weeds and fill the muddy puddles with soil. Mr. Wilson showed me how to properly plant the seeds
and water them. As we worked, more neighbors became interested. A young girl offered to paint signs for the garden;
an old lady shared her gardening tips; and a couple helped build a simple fence.
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Slowly, the garden started to take shape.
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The garden quickly became a favorite spot for our community.
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主题01 成长励志篇
Passage 1
（2026·山西太原·一模）
The day had finally arrived. For weeks, my team — Maya, Jake, and I — had dreamed of this moment: the
annual Market Day, when the school gym would transform into a lively fair of student-run businesses.
The past month had been intense. We spent countless hours brainstorming ideas, before we finally focused on
“FashionHut” with creative handicrafts. Maya, who loved herbs, made flower-scented candles using recycled jars.
Jake, skilled with knots, decided to learn weaving friendship bracelets (手链) from online courses. I later contributed
painted wooden keychains.
Together, we calculated costs, detailed market strategies, and planned pricing carefully, all of which came down
to a ten-page business plan. And the most stressful moment was when we presented our plan to the review committee.
Eventually, they approved our $300 startup loan (借款). We jumped for joy in the hallway.
We produced over eighty items with reasonable prices: candles at 6, bracelets at 4, keychains at $3. So we needed
to sell that many items to repay the loan.
“Everything’s perfect,” Maya declared. Watching students flood into the gym, I believed her.
But an hour passed. Then another. Our table remained painfully quiet while chaos erupted around us. A booth
(摊位) named “Game On!” had a line of students waiting to play balloon-shooting. Next to them, “Magic Bakery”
had sold out of cookies. Students walked past our “FashionHut” with barely a glance.
“Maybe our prices are too high,” Jake whispered. “But if we lower prices now, we won’t make enough.” I
disagreed.
The $300 loan hung over us like a storm cloud. We had signed an agreement to repay the full amount. By the
two-hour bell, we had sold exactly two candles and one bracelet. We had two hundred and eighty-four dollars to go.
Normally, I avoided talking to strangers. In class, I never raised my hand. But now thinking of the loan, weeks
of work, and my friends’ disappointed faces, I wouldn’t want our business to go up in smoke.
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“New plan. We can no longer wait for them to come to us.” I declared.
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Passage 2
（2026·广东大湾区·一模）
Li Yue, a Chinese high school exchange student in London, felt a little nervous when Mr. White said to the class,
“This Thursday, I want each of you to bring something that matters to you and share it with the class.” Li Yue sat
quietly, thinking hard about what to bring. Suddenly, she remembered that the Lantern Festival would be the following
Tuesday. A bright idea struck her, making her eyes light up instantly.
Thursday came quickly, and the classroom was filled with joy and laughter. Most students brought snacks and
small toys to share. When it was Li Yue’s turn, she stood up, holding a beautifully decorated wooden box. She opened
it gently and took out a flat, folded piece of red paper. With a few quick, skillful folds and pulls, the paper magically
turned into a delicate lantern frame. She placed a candle inside and lit it carefully. The gentle flame came alive,
bathing the red lantern in warm light that spread throughout the classroom.
“It’s incredible! What is it?” Emma, Li Yue’s deskmate, asked eagerly. Li Yue smiled and held up the lantern,
introducing the Lantern Festival, its traditions of hanging lanterns, guessing riddles and eating a kind of sweet
glutinous rice (糯米) balls called yuanxiao, and how red lanterns symbolize hope and reunion in Chinese culture.
“And this year, the Lantern Festival is exactly next Tuesday,” she said.
Seeing how interested the whole class was, Mr. White walked over with a smile. “This is a wonderful way to
connect different cultures,” he said to Li Yue. “Would you like to host a Lantern Festival party for the whole grade
next Tuesday night? I’m sure it will be fantastic.”
Li Yue nodded firmly, her face bright with excitement. “I’d love to!” she replied. The class broke into applause,
but as she sat down, a little worry set in — how could she make the party fun and unforgettable?
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Li Yue realized that the key solution was getting everyone involved.
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The party took place as scheduled in the school cafeteria.
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Passage 3
（2026·河北唐山·一模）
We were joking in the classroom when Mrs. Virginia DeView asked us to be silent. “Now,” she said smiling,
“we are going to discover our professions.” Our professions? We stared at each other. We were only 13 and 14 years
old. This teacher was crazy. That. was pretty much how the kids looked at Virginia DeView. Because of her physical
appearance and demanding teaching, most of us just ignored her brilliance.
“Yes, you will all be searching for your future professions,” she continued with a light on her face. “You will
each write a research paper on a career you might pursue. Each of you will have to interview someone in your field
and give an oral report.”
All of us were confused. Who knows what they want to do at 13? I liked art, singing and writing. But I was
terrible at art, and when I sang, my sisters screamed, “Oh, please shut up.” The only thing left was writing. Finally,
most of us students had selected something; I picked journalism.
This meant I had to interview a newspaper reporter in person, and I was terrified. Finally, I sat down in front of
a reporter, barely able to speak. Realizing I was terrified, he shared stories that had stayed with him long after they
were printed. He talked about moments when a few lines in a newspaper helped someone be seen, or when telling
the truth made a real difference in a stranger’s life. He understood the power of words - and why he could never walk
away from this job.
A few days later, I gave my oral report totally from memory. I had been so engaged and I got an A for the
project. I felt a great pride. For the first time, I realized that writing quietly stayed with me, becoming a real part of
my life.
However, as I approached university, my family urged me to consider a more practical path and I ended up majoring in
business. But I had no real interest in it. The courses felt foreign and I often found myself lost, unsure where I
belonged.
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Then I remembered Virginia DeView and the seed she had planted in my mind.
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Having graduated with honors in journalism, I went to thank her in person.
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Passage 4
（2026·山东菏泽·一模）
Jake was 12, and words had always been his worst enemy. In class, he stuttered (口吃) over sentences when
called on; his worksheets came back covered in red marks for misspellings. The joking was constant — kids called
him “slow” or “stupid” in the hallway.
Jake stopped trying to keep up, skipping homework after school. His only escape was taking apart old toy cars
and remote controls, then putting them back together — sometimes even better than before. It was the only thing that
made him feel smart, even if no one else noticed.
One afternoon, as he sat on the sidewalk outside his school, fixing a neighbor’s broken drone, a voice interrupted
his focus. “That’s some impressive work you’ve got there.”
Jake looked up to see Mrs. Henderson, the fifth-grade teacher who lived next to the school. He tensed up, ready
to grab the drone and run — he didn’t need another person to laugh at him. But Mrs. Henderson sat down beside him,
her eyes soft, and asked him to explain how he’d fixed the drone’s motor.
For the first time in years, Jake talked without feeling self-conscious. He chatted about how he could “feel” what
was wrong with a machine just by touching it. Mrs. Henderson listened carefully, nodding along, then she smiled.
“You’re not a slow learner, Jake,” she said. “You’re a different kind of learner. Your gift is in your hands — you’re a
born engineer.”
She told him about the regional robotics competition in three months, where teams built robots to complete
tasks. Jake shook his head immediately. “I can’t,” he said. “I can’t read the rules, and I’ll let the team down.”
But Mrs. Henderson refused to let him quit. She offered to read the competition guidelines aloud to him,
translating the technical jargon (行话) into simple terms. She talked the school into letting him use the science lab
after hours to build his robot. And she even recruited (招募) two classmates — Mia, who loved coding, and Leo, who
was good at building structures — to join his team.
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The road to the competition was filled with obstacles.
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主题02 亲情友情篇
Passage 1
（2026·河南开封·一模）
“Hamish, I’m going to the shops to buy workbooks for the kids,” Nora said. Hamish rolled his eyes. “They’d
rather catch insects in the park. We only have them for a week. Let them be kids.” “But we can’t let them fall behind at
school,” Nora insisted. Hamish was puzzled that Nora felt the need to educate the grandchildren during their stay,
when he felt the urge to give them a happy holiday.
Millie and Leo arrived, greeted their grandparents, and gathered around Hamish. Leo asked if Hamish had set
up the promised swing. Hamish, with a twinkle (闪烁) in his eye, said he couldn’t remember. The children rushed
outside and found a rope swing in the back garden. “Hey, cool, Grandpa!” Leo shouted as he swung high.
Nora watched from the kitchen window. She saw Hamish making the children laugh and then heading to his
room. Maybe Hamish was right, and now he was the favorite grandparent as he did all the fun things. “Still, they
need their education,” she thought out loud.
At dinner, the children talked excitedly about the kite Grandpa was helping them make. “Grandpa’s going to
take us to the hills to fly it,” Leo said. Nora then announced that they had maths to do after dinner to keep up with
schoolwork. The children complained about their math exercises.
Later, Hamish slipped in and whispered that he had something to show them after they finished their homework.
This inspired the children and they completed the work quickly. Hamish was at his worktable repairing an old
ukulele (尤克里里). He used to be in a ukulele band and let the children try to play. “Homework will be less of a
problem with something to look forward to!” he thought. After some practice, Millie managed to play a recognizable
tune, and Leo was starting to master it too. Hamish promised to find another ukulele so they could start a band.
The week flew by, and both grandparents tried their best to give the kids a nice holiday. They flew the kite, went
on a picnic, played the ukulele and did their homework. Grandma cooked delicious food and snacks for them. At the
end of the week, as they waited for their parents, Millie said it had been great fun staying there.
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Watching them talk happily with Hamish, Nora felt unnoticed, remembered only for workbooks.
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Nora smiled and realized she and Hamish had different roles to play.
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Passage 2
（2026·湖南师大附中·一模）
No parent ever pictures having to count on their child for lifesaving help, but sometimes these things are beyond
what we can control. A mom and dad in Oklahoma must be especially proud of their little boy after he rose to the
occasion with rare and praiseworthy courage when their lives were in danger.
The story began when tornadoes (龙卷风) hit the area of Marietta, Oklahoma, at the end of April Wayne Baker, a
husband and father who lives in the area, noticed an odd stillness in the air. He didn’t hesitate, gathering his wife,
Lindy, and their son, nine-year-old Branson, jumping in their truck and heading for a neighbor’s storm shelter.
But on the way there, the tornado caught up with them with howling winds and spinning clouds. In a second, a
massive tree was lifted from the earth and hurled (猛扔) towards their truck, destroying the vehicle like a fragile toy.
Wayne and Lindy were badly injured and trapped Wayne’s back, neck and arm were broken, and he also lost part of
a finger. Lindy’s back, neck, jaw, ribs (肋骨) and right hand were broken. She had gone through the windshield (挡
风玻璃) and remained halfway in the vehicle and halfway out. It was pretty horrible.
Fortunately, young Branson was not injured in the backseat. Most of us, at any age, wouldn’t want to take a
single step in such horrible conditions. Yet somehow, this nine-year-old boy found the strength to go for help.
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Despite the chaos and danger, Branson managed to climb out of the broken car.
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When Branson explained the situation, they immediately sprang into action.
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Passage 3
（2026·湖北襄阳·一模）
A Priceless Collection
It was a hot and stuffy summer afternoon. I was searching for old textbooks in the study when I accidentally
knocked a wooden box off the top shelf. As the lid popped open, a pile of yellowed letters, a cracked coarse porcelain
bowl (粗瓷碗), and an unremarkable old fountain pen fell out. I picked up the pen and glanced at it: its body had
faded, most of the paint on the cap had peeled off, and the nib(笔尖) was slightly bent. I threw it back into the box
impatiently, complaining, “Why does Grandpa always collect these useless things? They take up space and aren’t
worth anything.”
“This is no ordinary thing,” Grandpa said, appearing behind me unexpectedly, with a touch of seriousness in his
voice. “It was passed down to me by your great-grandfather.” I glared at the box, and crossed my arms. “It’s old and
cheap. What’s the point of collecting it?”
Grandpa wasn’t angry. He just picked up the box gently and slowly told me the past. When great-grandfather
was young, he was the only teacher in the village. This pen was his most precious possession, bought with his first
month’s salary. On cold winter nights, he held this pen to correct homework and prepare lessons under the lamp, his
neat and strong handwriting lighting the way for countless children’s studies. Later, great-grandfather passed the pen
to Grandpa, telling him, “Though small, this pen holds the warmth of life and records the perseverance of the moment.
Pass it on.”
I listened quietly, my impatience fading away.
Grandpa then pointed to the letters in the box—they were the ones he’d written to Grandma when he was young,
with neat handwriting and full of care in every line. The broken bowl was the only bowl his family had when he was a
child. Even though it was broken, Grandma still kept it carefully, saying they should remember those hard days when
they stuck together.
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As I listened to Grandpa’s words, my cheeks burned with shame.
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Months later, I showed my priceless collection box to Grandpa.
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主题03 善良助人篇
Passage 1
（2026·山东滨州·一模）
Jamie loved wandering through second-hand markets at weekends, firm in the belief that every old object carried
a unique story. One rainy Saturday in November 2024, he caught sight of a thick, old-fashioned wool coat hidden in
a corner of a small shop. It looked well-worn, yet still elegant. Driven by a strong desire, he bought it and brought it
home.
While cleaning the coat, Jamie felt something hard and stiff in its inner pocket. He carefully pulled out a faded
leather-bound diary. As Jamie flipped through the yellowed pages, he realized it was a heartfelt journal kept by a
woman named Eleanor, who wrote of her deep longing for her husband, stationed overseas during a war decades ago.
She recorded the bittersweet days of raising their young daughter Nancy all alone.
Page after page, Eleanor described their daughter’s first steps and the sharp sorrow when the little girl cried
for “Daddy”. She wrote of small victories: teaching the girl to read, mending her dresses, preparing simple but tasty
meals. All these were mixed with quiet struggles and the constant fear that her husband might never return. Yet she
found strength in the hope that he would one day walk back through their door.
The final entry, dated December 24, 1954, was particularly moving. Their daughter Nancy was falling asleep,
as Eleanor wrote, and still asked if “Daddy” would be home to hang the Christmas stockings. “I’ve written down
every precious moment,” she noted, “so one day you'll know how much you were loved. I’ll keep this diary until we
can read these words together as a family.”
Jamie was deeply moved. On the back cover, he found a faint old address: No.12, Rosewood Lane. A strong
sense of responsibility surged through him. Braving the cold rain, he headed for the address, full of expectation.
However, when he finally reached Rosewood Lane, his heart sank. The house stood empty, its windows in ruins,
showing that no one had been there for a long time.
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Jamie was determined to find the owner anyway.
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Passage 2
（2026·安徽皖北·一模）
Getting home from Eastern Europe was a long trip, but my friends and I wanted to enjoy our three-hour stop in
Paris. We didn’t have time to leave the airport, so Mark, John and I chose a nice airport restaurant. I decided to take
a photo of the menu to remember it. I reached into my backpack for my camera, expecting to feel my passport too. I
always kept it close during our two-week English teaching trip. I found my camera, but where was my passport? I
started to panic. I opened my backpack wide and checked every pocket. It was gone. “My passport is missing,” I told
Mark and John.
John asked, “Do you remember when you last had it?” I thought hard: We flew from Minsk to Paris. I definitely
had it when we landed. I took it out several times at checkpoints. My friends were taller and walked faster, so I often
hurried to keep up. I remembered putting my passport back quickly. I thought to myself, “Did it fall out then? How
could I fly to San Francisco without it?”
I stood up. “I need to go back the way we came,” I said. I walked through the busy airport to the first checkpoint we
passed earlier. Using my basic French, I asked an airport worker if anyone found an American passport. “No, madam,”
he said. He told me to ask at the security desk, but I got lost. I asked several people, but no one could tell me where
the security desk was. I felt hopeless.
Time was running out. Each passing minute made my stomach tighten with anxiety, but I couldn’t give up. Then,
I thought about the seats where we first sat when we arrived at this terminal (航站楼). Maybe I dropped it there. A
small spark of hope cut through my worry. It was my last but best idea. I hurried back to that area. The seats were
mostly empty, except for a middle-aged man sitting next to where I had been. He was looking around, holding
something in his hand.
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I walked over and the man noticed me.
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I quickly went to a nearby café and bought the man a coffee.
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Passage 3
（2026·湖南衡阳·一模）
Kiko and his friends lived in a small fishing village on the coast of Puerto Rico.
One evening, on their walk back home, Kiko’s friend Joseph told a story of Captain Peg Leg. According to
Joseph, Peg Leg was the bravest pirate in the Caribbean. However, one time, a fierce hurricane swept over the island,
and Peg Leg was caught in it on his way home. His ship was destroyed in the huge waves and he was never seen
again.
“That’s crazy,” Pedro, another kid, said. “I’ve never heard of any pirates here.” Kiko and his friends had been
completely caught up in Joseph’s story, but Pedro’s doubt shook them from their dream.
The next morning, heavy rain poured down on the village, and the strong wind blared inside Kiko’s house. Kiko
remembered Joseph’s story and imagined how Peg Leg and his men must have felt in a storm even stronger than the
one over the island at that moment.
After the storm, Kiko worked as a volunteer with his friends, helping families repair their homes, boats, and
fishing nets. As they approached the beach, several strange objects lying on the white sands caught their attention.
Some of them were shining brightly.
“Look what I found!” Kiko shouted. “It’s a gold coin!” His friends couldn’t believe it. Everyone gathered around
him to get a closer look. “I bet this is Peg Leg’s treasure. I knew that he was real,” Joseph said.
The friends put everything they found in one spot. Gathering around the small pile of objects, someone suggested
that they sell them to a private collector. With the money, they would be able to buy new fishing boats for their
parents.
“We can take these items to the museum,” Kiko suddenly had an idea. He then explained that it was important
to take everything they had found to the museum. If they didn’t, no one would know if Peg Leg actually existed or
he was just a character in tales.
Kiko’s friends were not so sure. The idea of keeping the treasure was hard to resist.
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“We’re doing the right thing. Maybe we’ll even get a greater reward,” Kiko said.
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