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主题01 人与自我——学校生活
Passage 1：
But the front wheel got stuck in a narrow gap on the ground. Losing his balance, Leo was thrown off, blood
running down his leg. He cried out in pain. Jake froze, memories of the basketball game flashing through his mind.
But the next second he threw his skateboard aside and rushed over. “Are you all right? Did you hurt your leg?” Jake
asked anxiously. “Bend it and see if it can move.” Leo obeyed. “It... it can move,” Leo mumbled, relieved and
embarrassed. “Stay where you are,” Jake said firmly. Pulling out his first-aid kit, Jake dropped to his knees and
began to clean and bandage Leo’s wound with care.
After giving Leo first aid, Jake picked him up. They walked slowly to the nearby steps and sat down. “Thank
you, bro,” Leo looked into Jake’s eyes, saying sincerely. Jake scratched his head awkwardly, muttering, “Don’t
mention it. And... that day I was just mad that we lost. Sorry for pushing you and yelling.” Leo also apologized for
having said something unkind. “Let’s forget it,” they both said and laughed heartily. Soon they got chatting about
skateboarding tricks and basketball moves, the tension between them completely melting away. The summer breeze
blowing gently, the two former rivals suddenly found themselves becoming close friends, linked by their shared
love for sports.
Passage 2：
The road to the competition was filled with obstacles. But the three partners encouraged each other to keep
going. When Leo felt down because of the high pressure, Jake and Mia comforted him with the belief that they
were sure to succeed. And they made every effort to do their part. For example, Jake spent a whole night figuring
out the guidelines. It was the spirit of never giving up that pushed them to be a good team.
When the final scores were announced, the room went quiet. The moment they heard their team’s name,
they jumped into the air with excitement. Their hard work eventually paid off. They screamed and hugged each
other tightly. Their teacher Mrs. Henderson walked towards them, wearing a shining smile. “Congratulations! You
make our school proud!” she said. “Thank you, Mrs. Henderson,” said Jake, still out of breath. “You believed in us
and kept encouraging us. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”
主题02 人与社会——家庭亲情与成长
Passage 1：
Reba invited me over to play a few days later. I put my shoebox under my arm, knocked on the door and
prepared to be envious. “Look! I got three fashion packs!” she announced, spreading them on the bed. And I
hesitantly opened my shoebox. Reba peered in, then carefully lined up a couple of my outfits beside hers.
“They’re...not store-bought,” I said quickly before she could point it out. “My mom made them.” Reba grew quiet,
studying each piece and holding some up to the light. Her curiosity slowly melted into a different expression — one
I recognized
“Lucky you!” Reba said, her eyes shining with envy. She gently took one of them, her fingers tracing the fine
needlework. “May I?” she whispered, holding it up to her doll. “Look,” she breathed. “It fits perfectly.” She then
tried each piece on her own doll. “Fashion packs are common,” she whispered, “but your shoebox holds stories.”
Reba’s words struck me deeply: her envy wasn’t for the items, but for the love and patience woven into them by
mom's hands. At that moment, my old hand-me-down doll, dressed in love’s vocabulary, was beyond compare. And
I finally felt I was the luckiest girl in the world.
Passage 2：
As soon as the dawn broke, Lucy continued to search the dark forest. She called out Patrick’s name loudly,
her voice trembling with worry and love. She stepped carefully over branches and rocks, following the small path
she had discovered the night before. Tired and hungry as she was, she never stopped moving. The hope of finding
her son kept her going. Suddenly, a thin wisp of smoke rising in the distance caught her attention. Her eyes lit up
immediately, and she rushed towards it as fast as she could.
The smoke was coming from an old cabin by a still lake. She pushed the door open gently and found Patrick
sitting quietly by a small fire, safe and unhurt. He had found the cabin and stayed there to keep warm. The moment
Patrick saw Lucy, he jumped up and ran into her arms, crying happily. Lucy held him tightly, tears of relief running
down her face. She gave him food and water, and then they walked back to the campsite together. Everyone was
overjoyed to see Patrick return safely.
Passage 3：
It was Anna, jogging back toward me. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “You should be at the finish line!”
“I got to the two-mile mark and didn’t see you,” she said, breathing hard. “I got worried. Are you okay?” Anna
knelt down beside me. She gently stretched my leg and offered me her hand. I took it, and she helped me up. For
the rest part, Anna stayed by my side. She slowed her pace to match mine. She talked me through the pain, telling
me when to walk and when to jog again. “You’re doing great, John. Just keep going. I’m right here.”
As we crossed the finish line, Anna asked, “One more time next year?” “Yeah,” I said. And for the first time, I
meant it. Dad was at the finish line, cheering for us. Anna threw an arm around my shoulder, saying “Not bad for
your first race, little brother.” After the race, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Anna had given up her race to help
me. I started to look at my sister differently and realized something: I hadn’t just learned to love running. I had
learned to love having her as my sister. Sometimes the best things in life aren’t about winning — they’re about
who’s running beside you.
主题03 人与自然——动植物
Passage1：
One year later, I flew back for winter break with a mixed feeling of excitement and sadness. I was happy to
return home, but my heart was heavy with sorrow. The yard felt cold and quiet without Skippy’s warm greetings. I
went to my room, gently touching the window he used to climb through. Memories of our seven years together
rushed in — walking to school, playing hide-and-seek, and sleeping together at night. My mother rested her hand
on my arm. The hush was deafening, amplifying the guilt simmering inside me since I left. Blinking back tears, I
whispered an apology to the air, convinced that my faithful companion was lost forever.
Suddenly, a flash of movement outside the window of my room made me freeze. I held my breath, wondering
if it was just a fantasy. To my great surprise, a yellow tabby with beautiful brown eyes appeared. It was Skippy! I
opened the window immediately and called his name. He looked at me, then gave a soft and familiar meow,
rubbing my hand gently. Tears of joy ran down my face. Some bonds are too deep to be broken by time or distance,
and true love always waits.
Passage 2：
Without hesitation, Officer Connor followed Hunter into the woods. The path got steeper and darker as they
went deeper, but Hunter kept moving forward steadily with his keen nose. Minutes later, Hunter stopped sharply
and barked at a bush-covered ditch. Connor rushed over and found the missing boy, who had hurt his ankle and
been trapped there, trembling with fear and cold. Connor quickly comforted the boy, while Hunter gently nuzzled
the boy’s hand to calm him down. Connor then called the rescue team waiting at the edge of the woods.
The pair led the boy safely out of the woods and sent him home. The boy’s grateful parents hugged Hunter
tightly and expressed heartfelt thanks to the pair. This rescue story quickly spread across East Bridgewater, and
Hunter became a town celebrity overnight. Just as Chief Fernandes expected, Hunter not only proved his value in
rescuing people but also drew the whole community closer to the police. More locals now actively support the K-9
program, and Connor always says Hunter is the most pride-worthy member of both his work team and his family.
Passage 3：
I should have known the cat might try again — and it did. Early the next morning, we found the bean plant
lying on the floor once more, its bandages loose and a new stem broken. This time, I felt discouraged, but Shanna’s
resolve only grew stronger. “We just need to try harder,” she said firmly. She gently cleaned the plant, re-wrapped
the stems with fresh gauze, and even moved it to a high shelf out of the cat’s reach. Every day, she watered it
carefully and talked to it softly, never losing hope. Gradually, the plant not only survived but also grew two more
beans, much to our delight.
At dinner table, the beans were carefully divided, each one two pieces. There were only four beans in total, but
Shanna handed out each piece with great pride. “This is from our brave plant,” she told everyone. As we tasted the
tiny, tender beans, Shanna shared how the plant taught her to never give up, even when things seem hopeless. I
looked at my daughter, filled with admiration. That little bean plant didn’t just grow beans; it nurtured a heart full
of perseverance and kindness in Shanna — a lesson I’ll never forget.
主题04 人与社会——友善与互助
Passage1：
That night, I sat at my desk, notebook open and mind racing with details. I decided to design a gentle reminder
app especially for the elderly. I listed simple functions: important dates, daily tasks, and warm notes. I focused on
making the words big and the buttons easy to touch. Whenever I felt stuck, I thought of Mrs. Thompson’s kind
smile and her wish for something to help her remember. I carefully tested every part again and again, making sure it
was simple and helpful. Deep in my heart, I hoped this little app could bring convenience and warmth to her and
more elderly people.
A week later, I presented my project to Ms. Davis. I introduced the app’s purpose and showed how it worked.
Ms. Davis praised my thoughtful idea and spoke highly of my project. After class, I brought the app to Mrs.
Thompson. She was delighted and tried it at once. “This is exactly what I need,” she said happily. Watching her
smile, I truly understood what Ms. Davis had meant: coding is not just code, but a way to use technology to care for
others.
Passage 2：
Then from the hallway came a familiar voice singing the birthday song. My mom stood there, holding a box of
cupcakes and a bag of party favors, her smile warm and bright. The whole class erupted in “Happy Birthday, John!”
He stared in surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief, then tears spilled down his cheeks as he realized someone had
cared enough to make his day special. We passed out cupcakes, and for the first time, John laughed happily,
surrounded by classmates who were finally seeing him.
The next day, I noticed a change in the other kids. No more whispers or looks away when John spoke. A boy
shared his crayons during art class. A girl asked him to join her jump rope game at recess. The ice had broken, and
what had started as a small act of kindness had opened the door to real friendship. John wasn’t just the new kid
anymore; he was one of us, and I knew that my decision to be his friend had made all the difference.
主题01 人与社会——生活故事
Passage 1：
I started looking for writing opportunities online. Looking through countless job ads, I hunted for any role
related to travel writing. Next, I wrote up a polished resume, highlighting my 20 years as chief editor and glowing
reviews that spoke to my expertise. Rather than hiding my age, I embraced it wholeheartedly, claiming it gifted me
with unique insights. Filling out applications to various travel-related magazines, I felt a mix of expectation and
nervousness — hoping to stand out yet fearing age would be a barrier. Still, I sent off dozens, refusing to let 78
hold me back, all because my mom’s words kept pushing me forward.
Luckily, Marco Polo, a travel magazine, arranged an interview for me. During the interview, I passionately
shared my editorial vision and lifelong dedication to travel writing, which struck a deep chord with the interviewer.
“Your insight and depth are exactly what we have been looking for,” the editor noted, clearly valuing perspective
over age. Deeply impressed, he offered me the position of travel columnist on the spot. Overjoyed, I accepted,
feeling a renewed sense of purpose. Now, at 78, with my enthusiasm reignited, I continued to devote myself to the
craft of writing, which echoed my mother’s wisdom: true occupation knows no age.
Passage 2：
Jamie was determined to find the owner anyway. He refused to give up the diary that carried so much love and
hope. He took photos of the diary and the old address, then posted them on local social media groups, telling the
moving story behind it. Days later, he received a message from an elderly woman named Nancy, who said the diary
belonged to her late mother Eleanor. Her voice trembled as she explained that her family had moved away years
ago and the coat was donated by accident. They immediately arranged to meet.
Jamie and Nancy met at a café as agreed. When Jamie handed her the diary, Nancy’s eyes were filled with
tears at once. She gently touched the familiar handwriting, recalling her mother’s deep love and endless waiting for
her father. She thanked Jamie sincerely for bringing back such a precious treasure. For Jamie, this experience
taught him that every old item not only holds a story but also connects lost love and memories, making this rainy
Saturday unusually meaningful.
主题02 人与社会——友善与互助
Passage 1：
Paragraph 1
John stood among the teens—not angry, not demanding, but calm. Pointing to a bench under the old oak tree,
John said softly, “That’s where my wife and I used to sit every afternoon. This park is the only place that eases my
loneliness after she left.” The teens fell silent, ashamed. One boy stepped forward and apologized that they had no
idea the park meant so much to him. Touched by their kindness, I walked up and smiled, “Thanks for your
consideration. If you are curious about war stories, you’re welcome to visit us at the care home!”
Paragraph 2
The next day, the teens visited the care home as invited. They brought small snacks and flowers for John and
other elders. Some chatted with the veterans, listening carefully to their stories, while others helped clean the
garden. For the first time in months, the room was filled with real joy. From then on, the park regained its peace,
and John’s daily walk never stopped, sometimes even with a few teens walking slowly beside him. The teens
learned to care for others, and John found the warmth he’d been missing for so long.
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.
