专题09 读后续写
参考答案
主题01 亲情/家庭关系
Passage 1
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Not long after, Sumi got a phone call from Anna’s class teacher: The teacher’s voice was filled with warmth as she
said, “I’m just calling because I have some wonderful news about Anna.” She then explained that Anna had been
selected for the Class Star award for her exceptional social skills and creative talents. Almost every kid voted for her.
Sumi felt her eyes moisten as she listened, remembering all the times she had focused solely on academic rankings.
“Anna was a genuinely remarkable child and I’m really proud of her,” the teacher added.
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That afternoon, Anna returned home, the Class Star certificate in hand. She smiled brightly and told her mother,
“I think my friends voted for me because they like my paper animals and jokes.” Sumi hugged her tightly and said,
“You’re a beautiful angel, Anna. I didn’t realize my little girl was a real-life hero.” Looking at Anna’s happy face,
Sumi now realized that every child has their own unique strengths that cannot be measured by grades alone. Being
Number 23 didn’t define her daughter’s worth-it was simply one small part of the wonderful person she was
becoming.
Passage 2
He knew what he could draw
. Jack grabbed his crayons with determination. First he vividly depicted his
seventh birthday: Grandma’s face beaming with a smile as he blew out the candles. Next came a sunny beach scene
— his whole family laughing and running along the shore. Finally, he drew the special moment when Grandpa gave
him Big Dog. He connected all these scenes into one big picture, leaving one corner empty for new memories. When
the bell rang, he gently rolled up his masterpiece, eager to share it with his mom.
After school, Jack rushed to his mom, with the drawing in his hand. Breathlessly, he showed her his artwork.
Her eyes welled up as she recognized each precious moment. Overwhelmed, she pulled him into a warm hug and
then revealed Big Dog, which she had found in the recovered boxes. Seeing his old friend, Jack leaped with great
joy, clutching it to his chest. When his mom noticed the blank corner, she suggested drawing the whole family in
their new house. In that moment, they realized it was love that kept memories alive, and that together, they could
always create new ones.
Passage 3
To my astonishment, my dad was not angry at all. “The car owner has been here,” he said with a pride I hadn’t
anticipated. “He said he had witnessed the entire incident and that he was particularly impressed by your decision to
face the consequences. He asked me to tell you that the scratch on his car had been covered by insurance. He came
here just to tell me how much he appreciated your honesty and courage.”
That day, I learned one of the most important lessons in my life. It was far more valuable than the birthday gift
itself. For the first time, I realized that being a good person wasn’t about never making mistakes; it’s about having
the courage to face them. My dad’s pride remains a treasure, a constant reminder that our true character is defined
not by our stumbles, but by how we choose to rise after them.
主题02 友情/同伴关系
Passage 1
I realized my mistake. As I sat alone listening to Chopin that evening, his nocturne’s gentle flow reminded me
of our friendship’s harmony. My harsh words echoed in my mind — calling rock “noise” was unfair. Music, like
friendship, shouldn’t be judged by its volume but by the feelings it carries. Tom’s passion for rock mirrored my love
for classics; neither deserved disrespect. Swallowing my pride, I grabbed my phone and typed, “Can we talk
tomorrow? I owe you an apology.”
With a nervous heart, I pressed the doorbell of Tom’s house. The door swung open, revealing Tom’s hesitant
face. Before I could speak, he blurted, “I’m sorry too! I shouldn’t have stormed off.” Relief washed over me. “No, I
was wrong to insult your music,” I admitted. He grinned, pulling out his headphones. “Wanna try my favorite rock
song? I’ll explain why it moves me.” As the energetic chords filled my ears, I finally heard the passion he cherished
— and understood that true friendship harmonizes different rhythms.
Passage 2
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One night, another boy appeared at the door, saying “I don’t want a Popsicle; I just need to talk”. Surprised but
concerned, I invited him in and offered a seat. He sat on the couch, looking down at his shoes, his face filled with
anxiety. Slowly, he opened up about the argument he had with his best friend at school that day. I listened attentively,
nodding occasionally to show I was there for him. After he poured out his feelings, I shared some stories of my own
childhood conflicts and how I resolved them. By the end of our talk, his frown had turned into a faint smile. Before
leaving, he thanked me earnestly, and I realized that our little Popsicle tradition had become a safe haven for these
kids.
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I’ve sensed it’s more than Popsicles that bring these kids to our door. Beyond the sweet treats, it’s the sense of
trust and understanding we’ve built. We’ve become their confidants, their listening ears. For us, these interactions
have filled our retired life with purpose and warmth. We’ve witnessed their growth, their joys, and their sorrows.
Each time the doorbell rings, it’s not just the anticipation of sharing a Popsicle but an opportunity to connect, to offer
comfort, and to be a part of these young lives. In return, they’ve given us a new perspective on life and a deeper
appreciation for the simple yet profound power of human connection.
主题03 逆境与成长
Passage 1
On the 21st of December, a serious cold snap froze all the ponds. My longing to possess ice skates became
overpowering. I could restrain myself no longer, so I presented myself at Mrs Long’s house. “I’ve been waiting for
you,” she said, handing me a box. It was a small box, which under no circumstances could hold a pair of skates. I
was painfully disappointed but out of politeness did not show it. “What is it?” I asked. “Kind of magic. You’ll see on
Christmas Day,” she said. Her words set my mind dancing with new possibilities. I came back home, convincing
myself that I held some great wonder.
On Christmas morning, before the sun was up, I had this box on my knees. My hands trembled with anticipation as
I stared at it. I took a deep breath and carefully opened the lid. To my astonishment, there was a beautiful hand-knitted
scarf inside. For a moment, I felt a twinge of disappointment. But then I picked up the scarf and felt its softness. I
realised that Mrs Long, with her limited means, had put a great deal of thought and effort into this gift. I wrapped the
scarf around my neck, feeling its warmth seep into my skin. I knew that even though it wasn’t what I had expected,
it was a truly special present, a symbol of Mrs Long’s kindness and care. I couldn’t wait to thank her and show her
how much I loved it.
Passage 2
The next day, Jack went to the teacher’s office. His hands trembled as he knocked on the door. When Ms. Cathy
looked up, he took a deep breath and confessed, “I didn’t write the essay myself — I used AI.” Tears welled up in his
eyes as he explained his struggle with writing and his regret. To his surprise, Ms. Cathy smiled gently. “Honesty takes
courage, Jack,” she said. “Let’s work together to improve your writing skills. The competition is about growth, not
just winning.” Relieved, Jack felt a weight lift off his shoulders.
The day to announce the results of the contest came. Though Jack’s essay was disqualified, Ms. Cathy praised
his integrity in front of the class. Later, she handed him a new assignment — a handwritten essay on “The Value of
Honesty.” This time, Jack poured his heart into it. Weeks later, his revised work won a school award. Standing on the
stage, he realized true success came not from shortcuts, but from effort and honesty. The applause he received felt
sweeter than any trophy.
Passage 3
On the day of submission, Maya hesitated at the judges’ door. She remembered her father’s words — and walked
in. Inside, three judges sat at a long table. “Title?” a woman asked. “Return,” Maya said softly. The lady smiled,
pressed the “play” button on Maya’s tiny recorder, and the room filled with the sound of waves, drumbeats, and
seagull cries. Maya held her breath. When the music ended, another judge looked up and said, “Thank you. We’ll
remember this.” Maya nodded, took back her recorder, and walked out, heart pounding but lighter than before.
Finally, it was time for the winners to be announced. Maya’s heart raced. The judges stepped out with a
microphone and said, “Third place… second place…” Each name made the crowd clap. Then one judge paused and
smiled. “First place — Maya, with Return!” The crowd cheered. Maya’s dad lifted her onto the stage. Maya received a
big seashell and took the microphone, her voice shaking but clear: “Thank you, Dad, for telling me the song only had
to be mine. You stood by me when I doubted myself, you taught me to be brave, and you showed me what matters
most.” The boats answered with long whistles, as if the sea itself were applauding.
Passage 4
After that, Jack began to feel more focused. He realized his mom had hidden his smartphone for a reason. He
spent the rest of the day paying more attention in class, taking notes, and even studying harder for his upcoming test.
For the first time in weeks, he felt more in control of his time. When he got home, he thanked his mom for the
encouragement and promised to use his smartphone less. He understood that balance was important, and he needed
to put more effort into his schoolwork.
Over the next few weeks, Jack’s grades started to improve. He felt proud of the progress he had made, but he
also realized something important. It wasn’t just the smartphone that had distracted him; it was his own lack of self-
discipline. Jack learned to manage his time better, using his smartphone for relaxation but not letting it take over his
life. He also kept his mom’s card in his desk as a reminder of her belief in him, knowing that he could achieve great
things if he stayed focused and worked hard.
主题04 善良与温暖
Passage 1
The students immediately jumped into action. They organized a fundraising campaign, setting up donation boxes
around the school. Everyone was eager to contribute. Some students gave up their weekly allowances, while others
sold handmade crafts to raise more money. They also planned a charity concert, where they performed all the songs
Mr. Adams had taught them. The whole school came together, and in a short time, they had collected a substantial
amount. They used part of the money to buy essential items for Mr. Adams and saved the rest to help him rebuild his
house.
Mr. Adams was amazed to arrive at the prom and find everyone in casual wear, not formal clothes. The student
council president stepped forward and explained, “Mr. Adams, we knew you lost so much in the fire. We decided to
cancel the formal part of the prom and use the money we would have spent on fancy dresses and suits to help you.
This is our small way of showing how much we care.” Mr. Adams was deeply touched. Tears welled up in his eyes
as he looked at his kind-hearted students. He realized that the love and support he had given them were returned in
the most beautiful way.
Passage 2
Just then, as I was almost overcome with fear, an arm appeared. A kind stranger had pulled up beside me in his
car. Without a moment’s hesitation, he reached out and took Weston from my arms. “I’ll take care of him,” he said
firmly, his voice calm amidst the chaos. Then, he gestured for me to grab Talia quickly. With a deep breath, I unclipped
Talia’s car seat and passed her to him. As I did, I could see the flames growing fiercer behind us. The stranger placed
both children safely in his car and shouted, “Follow me!” With gratitude overwhelming me, I jumped back into my
burning car to retrieve my phone and purse before following him to the end of the bridge.
We had just gotten out of the man’s car at the end of the bridge when Reuben’s pulled up. His face was pale
with worry as he rushed over to us. Seeing the children safe in my arms, he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God you’re
all okay,” he murmured, hugging us tightly. The stranger, who had introduced himself as Mark, explained what had
happened. Reuben shook his hand vigorously, thanking him profusely. “You saved our family,” Reuben said sincerely.
Mark just smiled and said it was nothing. As the fire trucks arrived to put out the flames, we stood there, grateful
for Mark’s timely intervention and the safety of our little ones.
Passage 3
He couldn’t let this happen — not without trying to make his voice heard. As Sarah flipped through the contract,
David gripped The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, stepping forward with courage. “Ms. Chen, may I show you
something?” He laid out a bookmark, and faded photos — tangible threads of the neighborhood’s memories. “This
store isn’t just wood and shelves: here I learned to dream, Mrs. Henderson reads to kids weekly, and Mr. Hopkins
found my first poetry book.” His eyes glistened as children glanced from the corner, clutching books. “It’s a living
legacy, not just profit.” Sarah’s pen froze, her gaze softening and hesitation flickering across her face.
A decision was made to combine a bookstore and a café in one project, and the construction began. Workers
handled the store with utmost care crafting a cozy café bar bathed in warm light. David volunteered diligently, sorting
books and hanging lights that cast gentle glows on pages. When the doors reopened, joy filled the air: kids stretched on
cushions reading, and elders chatted over the bar. Mr. Hopkins smiled by the door as the store breathed new life —
no longer just a book lovers’ shelter, but a vibrant harbour where memories endured and new stories unfolded.
主题01 亲情/家庭关系
Passage 1
Some parents tried to calm the kids down but failed. It was when frustration reached its peak that Amy’s cheerful
voice rose above the chaos. “Can we play a song-guessing game?” she asked gently. To the adults’ surprise, Amy’s
idea was greeted with a chorus of agreement. As Amy sang familiar tunes, the kids eagerly shouted out their guesses,
some even singing along. Laughter and applause filled the bus, easing the restlessness caused by the traffic jam.
Seeing the situation settled, the adults exchanged relieved, admiring glances, amazed at how effortlessly Amy had
transformed the mood.
Eva was proud to see Amy turn chaos into joy. In that moment, she finally realized that success wasn’t measured
only by rankings or medals, but by kindness, empathy, and the quiet power to warm others. Amy might always be
“Number 23” on the class list, but when it comes to gentle strength, she would always rank first. Eva’s long-held
anxiety over rankings began to fade. From then on, whenever conversations at events turned to children’s achievements,
Eva would smile and proudly share stories of Amy’s kindness and the joy she brought to everyone around her.
Passage 2
I realized that I should take some measures. Having given me comfort in my darkest times, the doves deserved
my help in return. I searched around the house carefully, found some pieces of wood and made a solid wooden nest
for them. With a lot of effort and care, I managed to climb up a ladder, attached the nest to the rubber tree and
covered it with some leaves. It was a challenging job, but the doves’ determination gave me the confidence and
strength. After finishing the work, Mateo and I stood by the sliding glass door, waiting and watching with patience.
“Look! The birds have returned!” Mateo shouted. Hearing my son’s excited voice, clear as a bell, I looked
up. The doves were circling near the nest happily and seemed to be satisfied with the new home. They started to bring
small branches and soft feathers right away. Several weeks later, four babies came out of the eggs. The young birds
developed day by day, and around a month later, they were fully grown and could fly. As watching them fly high and
hearing them sing, I felt more positive and hopeful. The doves taught me to face difficulties bravely and keep moving
forward.
主题02 友情/同伴关系
Passage 1
Last weekend, someone floated the idea of a 20-year high school reunion. The proposal sent a shiver of
nostalgia through me. But the idea wasn’t simply to meet and chat — it was about reviving the Snow Bowls. Within
minutes, a chorus of replies flooded in — “Count me in!” “Let’s relive the madness!” Before the call ended, we had a
date set and a location chosen: our old high school field. Yet as the day approached, the skies turned ominously
gray.
We hurried outside, and sure enough, snow was coming down in thick sheets. The cold stung my face as I
stepped into the familiar field now blanketed in white. Laughter and shouted greetings echoed around me as old
friends arrived. Without a word, we fell into our old routines — picking teams, dusting snow off the ball, and
launching into a game that honored the spirit of our childhood. Rules were as carefree as they’d ever been, and the
snow swallowed our shouts, just like old times. As I ran, breath crystallizing in the air, I felt a strange peace. Some
things — this land, these people, the snow — would always be home.
Passage 2
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The day before the fair, they stayed late in the classroom to put the final touches on their project. Li Wei added
glittering gold edges to the paper-cut backdrop, on which a dragon and peacocks were vividly described. Ravi polished
the short film, carefully blending a Chinese flute melody with the gentle strum of an Indian guitar. As they worked,
the quiet rhythm of their collaboration enveloped the room. With a profound sense of accomplishment welling up
over them both, they wrapped it up, the project shining with the charm of both cultures. Tired but excited, they headed
home, eager for the next day.
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When they stepped onto the stage, the hall fell silent. Nervousness filled their minds, Li Wei held up the stunning
backdrop, and Ravi hit the play button. The screen lit up with warm festival scenes that showed the joy of both
festivals. They took turns explaining the shared values of family and hope behind them. Li Wei spoke about the
symbolism of reunion in the Spring Festival, his voice steady and clear. Ravi followed, describing how Diwali’s lights
signified the victory of hope over darkness. When they finished, thunderous applause erupted. A teacher praised their
work, and Li Wei and Ravi exchanged a smile, feeling their bond grow stronger than ever.
主题03 逆境与成长
Passage 1
That night, a violent summer storm hit the Jersey shore without warning. Heavy rain beat the patio, and gusts
of wind knocked over Tom’s red bucket, spilling shell fragments into the mud. Tom held his blanket tightly, ears
pressed to the wall. He listened to the storm’s roar, his small body shaking as he pictured his beloved garden being
destroyed. By dawn, the sky cleared, but the patio was a muddy mess, covered in scattered, soaked fragments.
Stepping onto the patio the next morning eagerly, he was frozen to see the ruins and kids with buckets in hand.
Tears streamed down his cheeks instantly. Before he could speak, the kids waved shyly, holding up buckets full of
their own shell fragments. They knelt down, sorting the mud-caked pieces and rearranging them carefully, adding
their unique fragments to the smile and butterfly wing patterns. Tom stared for a second, then grinned through tears
and joined them, realizing that shared imperfect beauty is the most precious kind.
Passage 2
Nick soon started experimenting. He rummaged through his old skateboards, selecting those with the most
character—scratches, dents, and faded stickers. With trembling hands but a determined heart, he began carving
the wood into abstract shapes, inspired by his skateboarding memories. As he sanded and painted each piece, he
poured his emotions into the artwork, transforming worn-out boards into vibrant sculptures. To his delight, his
creations quickly gained attention online, and orders started pouring in, filling him with a renewed sense of
purpose.
With the money he earned, Nick chose to give back. He donated a portion to Riseup, the organization that had
supported him during his darkest days, hoping to help others facing similar struggles. He also used the funds to
organize free carving workshops for patients in rehabilitation centers, sharing his story and skills to inspire them.
Nick realized that though he could no longer ride a skateboard, he could still create and uplift others, turning his
pain into a powerful force for good.
主题04 善良与温暖
Passage 1
The next morning, true to their word, they arrived ready to help. And what followed was no small task. My
husband, still in a hospital bed, talked us through the process over the phone. It was complex and physically
demanding. Piece by piece, with calm and methodical care, Sam worked it all out, while Hillary offered encouragement,
guidance and good humour. After two hours, the camper was ready to go. It would have taken me days on my own
and, even then, I’m not sure I could have done it.
But their kindness didn’t stop there. They invited me to join them for dinner and a seat at their campfire, sharing
their food, their warmth and their company. I hadn’t realized how much I needed that simple kindness. It felt like the
first deep breath I’d taken in days. I will never forget that holiday. Not just because of the accident, or the brilliance
of the emergency services, but because of Sam and Hillary. They gave me a warm Tasmanian hug — just when I
needed it most.
Passage 2
When Bryan arrived, he greeted me like a friend, not a traveler with a sorry story. He gently lifted me from the
wheelchair into his car, avoiding my injured leg, and put my broken bike in the trunk. Back at his apartment, he
cooked simple warm meals, helped me change bandages daily, and pushed me around for fresh air. He never
complained about the trouble, instead sharing his bike trip stories to distract me from pain. His patience and kindness
turned my tough days in a foreign land into a warm memory.
Eventually my family booked a flight home from Antalya. On departure day, Bryan drove me to the airport,
carrying my luggage and supporting me all the way. Before checking in, I thanked him repeatedly for his selfless
help. He smiled and said, “That’s what travelers do for each other.” As I boarded, I saw him waving warmly. Though
we rarely meet now, his kindness lingers in my heart, reminding me true friendship can bloom between strangers
unexpectedly.
Passage 3
Sensing my confusion and curiosity, Lisa decided to tell the whole story. She said seriously, “The sudden loss
had hit Gary hard. The ‘archive specialist’ role, the salary drawn from the boss’s own pocket, and even our gentle
requests — all are part of a carefully woven safety net. Its purpose is to rebuild a life — to give Gary a reason to get
up each morning and a sense of structure. Most importantly, the net makes him feel needed and valued within a
community.” Her words struck me deeply, and my confusion dissolved into a wave of respect.
From that day on, I approached Gary with the same thoughtful care as others. Instead of only sending emails, I
would sometimes walk to his desk with a physical file, asking for his insight with genuine interest. Seeing his eyes
light up as he worked, I finally understood the power of a quiet, collective act of love, where every interaction, no
matter how small, wove another thread of dignity and connection into the fabric of his days. In this company, we all
were guardians of a gentle secret, protecting a person’s place in the world.
Passage 4
Building the ramp wasn’t easy. None of them had built anything before, but their determination to help Mr.
Wagner kept them going. They watched tutorial videos online, asked their parents how to measure, cut, and fasten
wood, and borrowed tools from neighbors. Under the hot sun, they worked with sweat rolling down their faces,
learning through trial and error. They accepted Mr. Wagner’s orange and grape juice but refused his suggestion to
take a break. Every afternoon, the sounds of tools mixed with laughter, turning their street into the liveliest place.
After a full week of hard work, the ramp was finally ready. Mr. Wagner came to the door in his wheelchair.
Slowly, he rolled onto the ramp and down into the yard. For the first time in weeks, he was outside again. He looked at
the kids, his eyes shining. He told them he had been feeling lonely, but now, thanks to the ramp, he felt part of the
world again. That summer, the ramp became more than just a way for Mr. Wagner to get outside. It became a symbol of
kindness, connection, and community.
