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主题01 人与社会
Passage 1
（2026·辽宁大连·二模）
Jade was a 16-year-old Chinese girl who had lived in the US since she was a baby. Her parents had always
insisted on celebrating traditional Chinese festivals, no matter how busy their lives were. But Jade had never really
understood why. To her, these festivals meant boring preparations, strange-tasting food, and missing out on fun plans
with her American friends.
Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching. Early that morning, Jade’s mom was up at dawn, bustling around the
kitchen. The scent of osmanthus (桂花) cake and braised pork filled the house. On the dining table, there were
mooncakes of different flavors. Jade frowned as she glanced at the spread. She had already made plans to have fun
with her friends.
“Mom, I can’t stay for the Mid-Autumn celebration,” Jade said, with her backpack over her shoulder. “My
friends are waiting for me.”
Her mom wiped her hands on her apron (围裙) and sat down beside Jade. Instead of scolding her, Mom took
out an old photo album from the cabinet. Inside were pictures of her and Dad when they first moved to the US —
young, smiling, standing in front of a small apartment with a mooncake in their hands.
“This festival isn’t just about mooncakes and lanterns,” Mom said, her voice gentle. “When I was a little girl
in Guangzhou, every Mid-Autumn, my family would gather on the rooftop. We’d eat mooncakes, drink chrysanthemum
tea, and stare at the full moon. Back then, I thought it was just a fun night. But when I moved here, far away from
my parents, the moon became a link to my hometown. No matter where we are, the same moon shines over us and
our family in China. Celebrating this festival is our way of keeping that connection alive.”
Mom closed the photo album and patted Jade’s hand. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. Go have
fun with your friends.” Jade stared at her mom’s face, seeing the faint glimmer of homesickness in her eyes.
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Jade hesitated for a moment, and then dropped off her backpack.
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As the moon rose high in the sky, the family sat together on the balcony (阳台).
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Passage 2
（2026·哈师大附中·二模）
In a small village in southern Turkey, 14-year-old Emre’s life changed forever when an earthquake struck in
the middle of the night, reducing most of the village to ground zero, including the tiny library that had been Emre’s
favorite place. He had spent countless afternoons there, reading adventure books and helping the librarian, Mr. Kaya,
organize shelves.
In the days after the disaster, Emre wandered around, his heart heavy. He found the whole village in despair
— the villagers wandered lifelessly among the ruins, their eyes empty of hope. When he reached the library site, he
spotted a few books half-buried in the dust. He carefully brushed them clean and took them back home. That night,
he had a dream: He was sitting in the library, surrounded by books, with Mr. Kaya smiling at him.
The next morning, Emre told his mother he wanted to rebuild the library. She looked at him sadly. “We barely
have a roof over our heads, Emre,” she said, “How can we build a library?” But Emre refused to give up. Deep down,
he knew his mission wasn’t just to rebuild a library — it was to give the village back its spirit, to turn their hopelessness
into purpose. He went door to door, asking villagers if they had any books to donate. At first, no one believed a 14-
year-old could change anything. They sighed, “The library is gone forever, just like our old lives.” “We need something
to hold onto, more than ever!” he responded gently. “The library isn’t just wood and paper — it’s us, together again.”
Emre’s earnestness eventually won them over. An elderly woman gave him a collection of poetry her husband had
loved; a teacher donated a series of children’s storybooks.
Having heard about Emre’s plan, Mr. Kaya visited the boy, bringing the key to the old library. He put it into
Emre’s hand, saying, “It’s yours now.” With Mr. Kaya’s guidance, Emre chose a small, undamaged room in the village
square to act as the new library.
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News of Emre’s project spread across the whole village.
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After three months of hard work, the village library reopened.
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Passage 3
（2026·东北三省四城市联考·二模）
On June 1st, around 10 a. m. , an unexpected downpour caught us by surprise. The heavy rain, accompanied
by strong winds, lasted for about an hour. At that time, my mother and I were chatting with two neighbors at the door
of the supermarket when we received a call from my father asking us not to step out of the place until the rain stopped.
As it was raining cats and dogs, none of us dared to go out.
A sudden shout made us alarmed. We were terrified to see a boy about 15 years old lying on the street, fighting
for his life. He rolled over on the ground with an electric wire on his body. It turned out that a broken electric wire
from the supermarket had fallen on him, causing an electric shock. The narrow street, covered with rainwater, offered
little space for a rescue operation.
I quickly called the power company and asked them to cut the main power, and then I called the hospital
emergency, urging them to arrange an ambulance instantly. I did everything I could. Meanwhile, my mother and the
neighbors shouted for help loudly.
A gentleman in his early forties found a long bamboo stick and swiftly wrapped one end with insulation (绝
缘) material. He then carefully used the stick to remove the electric wire from the boy. As the ground was wet with
rain water, it was extremely risky to go near the victim. There was a possibility of getting electrified if one dared to
get close to him.
“The boy could be a milkman, ” a lady in the crowd said while pointing to the small bottles of milk on the
floor. “The boy must have suffered a lot”, someone from the crowd said. At that moment, I desperately wished for an
immediate power shutdown and for an ambulance to arrive as quickly as possible. I kept praying for him.
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Thankfully, the main power was switched off and the ambulance arrived soon.
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Early the next morning, I learned about the updates from the hospital.
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主题02 人与自我
Passage 1
（2026·吉林长春·二模）
Last summer, my family and I spent a week at a remote cabin by Willow Lake, surrounded by thick woods.
My 12-year-old brother Tom was crazy about all kinds of small animals, and he often wandered around the lake
with a camera, hoping to take photos of wild birds. He was a boy with a sharp eye and a warm heart, always ready to
notice and care for creatures in need.
One afternoon, as we walked along the shore, Tom suddenly stopped. He noticed a group of wild birds flying
restlessly above the water, their unusual chirps (吱吱叫) echoing through the air. Concerned for their safety, he
followed their direction, his curiosity guiding him toward something wrong.
As we drew near, Tom froze in shock. On the muddy shore, a young wild duck was stuck in a pile of plastic
waste and old fishing nets. Its right wing was tangled (缠住) tightly, and it struggled weakly, too frightened to move.
With each shake, the net tightened around its body, leaving painful marks on its skin. The water level was rising little
by little with the approaching sunset, and the duck’s body was half soaked. Its small body trembled, and every weak
flap of its wing was a silent cry for help.
A sense of urgency filled Tom, pushing him forward with determination and resolve. Realizing that time was
tight, he knew he had to act instantly to free this innocent creature before it submitted to exhaustion or the danger of
the rising water. “Let’s help it out.” Tom said in a determined voice. I nodded and tried to untangle the net with my
bare hands but failed, for the net was twisted too tightly and there was a sharp plastic edge hidden in it — any careless
move would hurt the duck badly.
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Without hesitation, Tom rushed back to the cabin to get help.
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The duck-saving photo becoming a hit online, more people began to take action.
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Passage 2
（2026·辽宁鞍山·二模）
As the school year ended and the first days of summer lay before them, Leo and Mia had a perfect day planned
at their usual community park. This neat little park was their favorite spot for relaxing and enjoying some well-
deserved free time.
Leo rushed ahead with a soccer ball under his arm, Mia following close behind, both of them full of energy. It
was the kind of day that promised endless fun and easy laughter. But when they entered the park, their hearts sank.
“Look at this!” Mia exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at the garbage near the swings. Leo’s face tightened with
frustration. The two friends stood frozen, their eyes sweeping across the playground. The contrast was painful. Just
last summer, these swings had been their kingdom; they remembered the feeling of the warm chains in their hands
and the wind rushing past as they pumped their legs high enough to see over the fence. Now, the rubber seats were
cracked and covered in a sticky film of dust, surrounded by a pile of discarded wrappers.
Mia looked toward the walking trails, which used to be lined with colorful wildflowers that they would stop
to name. Now, the bright blooms were choked by plastic bags caught on thorny bushes like ghostly, synthetic flags.
Leo looked out at the grassy fields; it was a disaster. Where they used to lie back and watch the clouds drift slowly
by, surrounded by the sweet smell of freshly cut grass, there was now a sharp, sour smell of rotting food and dirty
water.
“Who would be so thoughtless?” Leo muttered, shaking his head, his voice heavy with the loss of the place he
held dear. Mia kicked a plastic bottle in anger, sending it flying across the grass with a hollow clatter (哗啦声). “It’s
not just thoughtless-it’s disrespectful.” Leo sighed, the sound heavy in the humid air, but then Mia’s eyes suddenly
lit up. “We can’t just leave it like this,” she said, her voice soft but determined.
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“I know what we shall do,” she added.
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Unexpectedly, more people joined in the cleanup.
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Passage 3
（2026·辽宁名校联盟·二模）
The old wooden boat sat in the garage, covered in a thick layer of dust. For Grandpa Joe, it was a treasure
chest of memories. For his teenage grandson, Leo, it was just a pile of junk taking up space. Every summer, Leo came
to stay with his grandparents by the lake, and every year, Grandpa would suggest fixing up the boat. Every year, Leo
would find an excuse.
“This year, Leo,” Grandpa said, his eyes twinkling despite his age, “we are going to get her back in the water.
She has one last adventure in her.”
Leo sighed, scrolling through his phone. “Grandpa, it’s a lot of work. The wood is probably rotten. Besides,
who has the time?”
But Grandpa was already pulling tarps (防水布) off and gathering tools. “Nonsense. We have all summer.
Hand me that sander (砂光机).”
Reluctantly, Leo put his phone down and grabbed the sander. As he worked, Grandpa told stories. He told Leo
about the summer he built the boat with his own father. He told him about the enormous fish he caught that got
away, a story that grew more dramatic with each telling. He told him about taking Grandma on their first date across
the lake to watch the fireworks. With every story, Leo began to see the boat differently. The scratches on the wood
weren’t defects; they were a timeline of a life fully lived.
Days turned into weeks. They replaced rotten planks, applied fresh paint, and polished the old components.
Leo learned to identify different tools, to feel the satisfaction of making something smooth with sandpaper, and to
appreciate the quiet company of his grandfather. He noticed how Grandpa’s hands, though wrinkled and shaky, moved
with practiced ease over the wood, as if they remembered every curve.
Finally, the day came. With their joint efforts, they pushed the newly painted boat, now a cheerful sky blue,
down the slope and into the sparkling water. It floated perfectly and gently as if eager to be free. They climbed in,
Grandpa taking the oars (船桨). They rowed out onto the calm lake, the only sounds being the gentle dip of the oars
and the birds singing.
In the middle of the lake, Grandpa stopped rowing and let the boat drift. He reached into his pocket and pulled
out a small, worn-out notebook.
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“This is the logbook from our first trip,” Grandpa said softly, handing it to Leo.
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As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Leo looked at his grandpa.
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Passage 4
（2026·黑龙江省龙东十校联盟·二模）
One of my teachers once asked my class what our favorite memory was. She was asking for the moment in
which “you felt the best, like you had the world in the palm of your hand.” Some described grand awards; others
described winning a tournament. But I felt the best when I first learned how to ride my bike at the age of seven.
Actually, when I was born, my brother was a junior student at school, so there seemed to be a generation gap
between us. In his eyes, maybe I was too little to understand him or too young to share his sadness or happiness.
However, I hero-worshipped him. I was so curious about his world that I couldn’t wait to inquire about his
school life the moment he came back home. “I am so occupied with my assignment. Can’t you wait…?” he often
responded like that. Many times, I even wanted to literally follow my brother, sobbing every time I was prevented
from hanging around with him. “I was an annoyance to him.” I murmured sadly.
Later, I stopped trying to impress him and learned to be totally indifferent. Perhaps the silent treatment would
get more attention. I was wrong. We soon fell into a sad pattern—I avoided him, he ignored me, and deep inside, it
hurt. Indifferent or hostile, he was only a brother in name. I believed we would forever be apart, two housemates
without conversation, two strangers without warmth. I gradually assumed that my big brother didn’t show any concern
for me at all. My little heart got broken.
But the tide was turning last year. I got a bright-red bike as a birthday gift, but mom was too busy with endless
work and had no time to teach me. Of course, even though I was eager to learn, I was reluctant to beg my big brother to
teach me, so I decided to teach myself to ride, a little bit each day, but in vain. On that fateful day, it was no different. I
was coming to the end of my daily one-hour torture, and I was so frustrated that I threw my bike aside and began to
cry.
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I guess that was what caused my brother to come outside.
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An hour later, I was showing off my riding skill to my mom.
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Passage 5
（2026·内蒙古乌兰察布市·二模）
The spotlight burned hotter than I’d imagined. My palms left damp prints on the crumpled (弄皱的) speech
draft. Somewhere beyond the blinding lights, 200 students waited in the silent auditorium. Two minutes until my
turn.
Three weeks earlier, Ms. Thompson had cornered me after class. “Your essay on climate change is brilliant,”
she said, adjusting her owl-shaped glasses. “But you’ll need to speak up at the competition. Literally.” My face
burned. Last year’s disaster flashed back — my voice cracking on the first slide, the projector remote slipping from
trembling fingers. That day, I still remembered, as I stepped off the stage, my heart sank. The applause felt distant,
and my mind replayed every stumble and pause. Though disappointed, I reminded myself that this experience would
only make me stronger for the next challenge.
Now, backstage, I traced the wrinkles on my notes. A hand touched my shoulder. “Breathe through your toes,”
whispered Carlos, the drama club president who’ d coached me. His ridiculous advice made me laugh, the tension
snapping (绷断) like a rubber band.
The MC (主持人) announced my name. My shoes clicked across the stage. I was so nervous. Then I saw them.
Third row center — Mom in her faded clothes, Dad’s camera obscuring (遮蔽) his face. They’d taken double shifts
to buy me this new jacket. My throat tightened.
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I began.
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A single clap broke the silence.
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主题01 人与社会
Passage 1
（2026·内蒙古·二模）
I was doing my regular hike up Shadow Mountain when I encountered something unexpected. Near the top, a
white dog was hiding behind the rocks.
When I approached, it barked and tried to get away, but one of its front legs was injured. We were high on a
ridge (山脊), and every time I moved closer, the dog put itself more in danger. I couldn’t get close without putting
both of us at risk. The ground was muddy underneath the loose rocks from recent rainfall, with almost no stable
footing. I called my wife for help. It was getting dark, and this dog wasn’t going to make it.
I reached out to Non-emergency and Animal Control, but nobody could offer immediate assistance. Meanwhile,
my wife searched online and discovered a social media post about a missing white dog that had been lost five days
earlier, nearly four miles away. It had to be the same one.
Eventually, I called 911. As I waited for the police to call me back with a plan, the dog panicked again, sliding
down the ravine (峡谷) twice. I knew I had to take action, so I carefully positioned myself down the ravine under the
dog’s location, trying to prevent it sliding farther down the slope (斜坡) . My phone battery was down to three percent,
so I didn’t call. Instead, I used my flashlight to signal my location.
After some time, several mountain rescue teams began climbing the mountain. When one rescuer finally got
within shouting distance, he told me it was too dangerous to come down to me, and that a helicopter was coming.
“You would need to hold onto the dog,” he said loudly to me.
The surface we were on was unstable, and the ground offered no real footing. The dog shook violently and it
seemed that it was about to slide again.
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I approached the dog carefully and threw my left arm around it.
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Holding the dog under my arm, I struggled to climb my way back.
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Passage 2
（2026·吉林·二模）
I loved music. Every day after work, I would put on my earphones and lose myself in songs. I had played the
guitar for years, though I was no expert. It was simply my way to relax. So, when I moved into the new apartment, I
brought my guitar and my love for music with me.
For the first few weeks, the apartment next door remained silent. I knew someone lived there, but I never saw
the person. The door was always closed. Then, one quiet afternoon, while I was reading, I heard a sound. It was so
faint that I held my breath to catch it. It was from a violin. The music was low and slow, each note seeming to carry
a weight of years, like someone telling a sad, beautiful story without words. I put down my book and listened. The
melody seemed to be filled with loneliness and memories, and I felt a strange ache in my heart.
The next day, I heard it again. This time, I felt a strong pull. I walked to his door and knocked softly. The music
stopped. My heart beat faster. After a long moment, the door opened a little. An old man with silver hair looked at
me. He said nothing. Feeling a bit awkward, I smiled and said, “Hello, I’m your neighbor. I heard you playing the
violin. It was incredibly beautiful. I play the guitar a little bit, I just wanted to say hello.” He looked at me for a while,
and then a smile appeared on his face.
He opened the door wider and invited me in. I stepped inside, noticing a worn armchair by the window and
the smell of old books. His home was simple, filled with books and old photos. In the corner stood a music stand.
Next to it was a small table with a photo of a woman, smiling gently. That first meeting was short, but it was the
beginning of our friendship. As I turned to leave, he said softly, “Thank you for listening.” Those simple words
warmed my heart. I knew we would become friends.
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A few days later, I visited him again with my guitar.
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From that day on, we began to spend time together.
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Passage 3
（2026·黑龙江哈尔滨·二模）
Last spring, my two daughters, Nina, 10, and Ruby, 8, had developed a habit of constantly wanting more.
During a car ride home from school, they chattered endlessly about what their friends had. “Mom, Lily got the newest
tablet for her birthday,” Nina sighed. “Can we go to the water park this weekend?” Ruby asked hopefully. When I
gently explained that we needed to save money, their faces fell into familiar disappointment.
That evening at dinner, the complaints continued. “Why do we always have the same food?” Ruby pushed her
plate away. Nina joined in, comparing our modest home to her friend’s larger house. Finally, I’d had enough. “Girls,” I
said, trying to keep my voice calm, “we have a roof over our heads, money in our pockets, and almost everything we
want in the supermarket. Do you realize how lucky we are?” But they just looked at me blankly. They didn’t believe
me. To them, “lucky” meant having what others had — and we didn’t have enough.
My work often took me overseas. For years, I’d traveled to rural communities in East Africa, supporting
education programs through the charity I worked for. I’d witnessed roofs leaking, children sharing worn pencils and
not having enough food for lunch. There were no proper desks and chairs in the classroom. I’d been out there to help,
but there was still a lot of work to do in some remote schools. I’d told my girls stories from my trips, and they’d
always listened with curiosity — but stories were different from reality.
That night, I lay awake thinking. A local teacher I’d met in Uganda had repeatedly invited me to bring my
family. Perhaps it was time.
The next morning at breakfast, I made my announcement. “Girls, we’re going to Uganda together. For two
weeks.”
Nina and Ruby stared at me, stunned. Then came the excitement — not for the lesson I hoped they’d learn, but
because they imagined an African adventure.
Weeks later, we arrived. Our first night was spent under mosquito nets in a shabby guesthouse.
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The next morning, we headed out to a remote school with supplies.
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Upon returning to the U.K., I noticed evident changes in Nina and Ruby.
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主题02 人与自我
Passage 1
（2026·黑龙江齐齐哈尔·二模）
When I was an international student in New Zealand, I never thought that traditional Chinese calligraphy
would become an unexpected obstacle (障碍) in my cross-cultural life.
For a Chinese student, writing with a brush and ink is a common skill rooted in our culture. Passed down from
my grandfather, calligraphy carries precious family memory and centuries-old Chinese tradition. Whenever I practiced
at my desk in the dormitory, my foreign classmates would gather nearby, staring in confusion. They were used to
pens and pencils, and they whispered in surprise, “How can anyone write smoothly with such a soft tool?” At first, I
smiled and showed them simple characters, eager to share my culture. But as time went by, the discomfort brought
by cultural misunderstanding gradually flooded my heart. I even considered giving up practicing in public just to fit
in.
One day, our class held a handcraft activity. I took out my writing brush and ink to write a Chinese character
for “blessing”. Tom, my classmate, noticed it and shouted excitedly, “Wow! Show us your magic writing!” He reached
for the brush hurriedly and tried to copy me, but the ink spilled everywhere, making the paper dirty. The whole class
burst into laughter. My face turned red immediately, my hands trembling slightly. I sat there in embarrassment, my
throat tight and my heart heavy with upset. I realized deeply that to them, calligraphy was nothing but a funny
“performance”, and I was just someone to watch.
After that, I no longer showed my calligraphy to others. I lost the courage to share my culture. I was afraid of
being treated as “different” and being labeled an outsider. I locked my brush and paper in the drawer, determined not
to take them out again. I chose to follow local habits and hid the culture that once made me proud.
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Then came our school’s International Cultural Festival.
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I began to introduce calligraphy with patience and pride.
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Passage 2
（2026·辽宁朝阳·二模）
Hayden was once the shining star of professional football, a talented player whose name was shouted by fans
in stadiums. Every time he sped past opponents, he shone with pride, and the loud cheers from the crowd fueled his
love for the game. But one unfortunate day, a serious injury changed everything and doctors told him he could never
play football again. In an instant, his entire world, defined by football, was torn apart.
At first, Hayden couldn’t bear to even watch a football match on TV. The sights, the sounds and the cheers all
felt like a cruel reminder of what he’d lost. He found himself in a void (空虚), struggling to adjust to a life without
the game that had once been his identity. For months, he fell into depression, unsure of who he was without his career.
Every attempt to find a new purpose seemed pointless, and he sank deeper into self-doubt.
It wasn’t until one spring morning when he was aimlessly checking his phone that something caught his eye
— an article about gardening as a form of healing (治愈). The idea seemed strange, even silly to him. How could
planting flowers or tending to vegetables possibly fill the void left by football? But something in the article aroused
his curiosity. Perhaps, he thought, there was a way to reconnect with life through something gentle — something that
wouldn’t stress his injured knee.
Then Hayden bought a few small plants. He placed them on his apartment balcony (阳台), doubtful but open
to the idea of finding comfort in something new. The first time his fingers sank into the soil, a strange sense of peace
washed over him. The smell of the earth reminded him of the grassy fields where he used to play. But this time, it
wasn’t about the excitement of competition; it was something gentle and restorative. Day by day, Hayden found
himself fascinated by the quiet, steady process of growth while tending to his plants.
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2.请按如下格式作答。
As greenery filled his balcony garden, the weight in Hayden’s chest slowly lifted.
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Motivated by his healing journey, Hayden started a program for other injured athletes.
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Passage 3
（2026·内蒙古·二模）
The Turning Point
The bright stadium lights shone on my face as I rushed past two defenders, my heart beating fast. Just before
someone tried to take the ball, I saw Jamie standing free near the goal, waiting for my pass. But I didn’t because this
was my kingdom to show my talent for football. Unfortunately, the ball was taken from me, and the other team
quickly scored. Coach Nick blew his whistle loudly. His anger felt as cold as the winter wind.
Nick seemed disappointed with me. He repeatedly stressed that football was not individual heroism but
teamwork. I agreed but I believed in my individual abilities much more. After his repeated attempts to educate me
failed, I got moved to the bench (板凳) team.
Six weeks later, I went home after another benching session, kicking stones along the sidewalk. Mom found
me upset at the backyard fence. “Help me trim (修剪) the vine (紫藤),” she said, handing me tools without meeting
my eyes. As we worked, my anger poured out. “They just hate that I’m fast. Nick is blind to my talent”. “Look at this
plant,” Mom cut in, touching a part of the plant that were damaging the fence by growing too tightly around the fence.
The vine looked weak, dying because they grew too wildly. “These vines need support,” she said, breaking a dead
branch. “But if they grow too strong alone.” She pointed to healthy vines growing together. “See? Their roots share
food underground. Together, they grow best.”
Mum’s words hit me like a bad football move. That night, I watched our team videos over and over again. I
saw many times when passing chances appeared clearly, but I was too selfish to notice.
注意：
(1)续写词数应为150 个左右；
(2)请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
The next day, I went to the court as usual.
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This time I was determined to prove myself.
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主题03 人与自然
Passage 1
（2026·吉林·二模）
Last Tuesday, Claire Sharpe arrived at the old stone house on Willow Lane expecting to catalog dusty heirlooms
for the auctioneer. The moment she stepped through the front door, however, an icy breeze seemed to flick the
chandelier’s crystals into frantic motion. She frowned: the windows were tightly shut, and yet she felt a presence—
one that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.
Venturing into the library, Claire discovered a single, leather-bound journal lying atop a mahogany desk. Its
cover bore no title, only a curious monogram: “L.V.” She flipped it open to the first page and read, “If you wish to
understand the truth, follow the portraits…” At that instant, the lights went out. Panic surged, but a distant click
marked the restoration of power—only now the portraits lining the walls had vanished, leaving blank, ghostly
frames.
Claire took a cautious step back. Had she imagined the paintings? She reached out to the nearest frame—and
her fingers met cold, smooth glass. The surface rippled like water. Before she could withdraw her hand, the glass
gave way and drew her forward into darkness.
She landed in a narrow corridor lit by flickering lanterns, the air thick with musty perfume. Every door was
labeled with a name she didn’t recognize. A low murmur—half-whisper, half-laugh—echoed from behind her, then
abruptly ceased. Heart pounding, Claire edged toward a door marked “Lydia Voss”, her own initials reversed in an
uncanny twist.
Inside, a dusty painting of a young girl at an easel hung above a small desk strewn with brushes. The child’s
face bore an uncanny resemblance to Claire’s grandmother. As Claire reached for the brushes, the painting’s surface
shimmered, and the girl stepped out—her form ephemeral (短暂的) yet vivid. The apparition spoke in a voice both
familiar and alien, “You have come far, but truth lies beyond the final frame.”
Before Claire could reply, the lanterns extinguished, plunging her into absolute blackness. Footsteps approached;
a key turned in a lock. The door swung open, revealing a room filled with hundreds of portraits, each flickering in
and out of view, as if the house itself were breathing. Claire realized then that nothing in this place was as it seemed,
and that every revealed secret led only to deeper enigmas.
注意：
1. 续写词数应为150 个左右；
2. 请按照如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Just as Claire braced herself…
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When the world came back into focus…
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Passage 2
（2026·黑龙江哈尔滨·二模）
16-year-old Liam rode his rusty bicycle along the forest trail, his biology notebook in the basket filled with
notes about bird migrations. Today was the final check for his ecology project — a sound map documenting animal
habitats in Greenvalley Forest. But instead of recording woodpecker taps, all he heard was the roar of machines,
ready to enter the forest and cut down trees at any time.
“Mr. Carter!” Liam burst into the ranger’s (护林员) station. The white-haired ranger looked up from his desk,
where a map marked with red “X” s caught Liam’s eye. “They’re really cutting down the west sector next week?”
The ranger sighed. “The town needs land for expansion. The future of Greenvalley Forest depends on the
upcoming ‘Town Development Meeting’. The council will approve the logging permit (伐木许可证) unless we can
present conclusive evidence of the harm it will cause.” He then handed Liam a leaflet about the meeting. “It claims
the project will cause little harm to nature, not mentioning the displaced (流离失所的) wildlife.” Hearing this, Liam’s
chest tightened. His sound map had recorded three endangered owl (猫头鹰) nests in that exact area.
Determined to save the forest, Liam ran back to school and put up posters around over lunchtime: “SAVE
GREENVALLEY OWLS! MEET AT THE RANGER’S 4 PM!” Only five classmates showed up, including Emma,
his lab partner. “Look,” she adjusted her glasses, “emotional appeals won’t work. We need scientific evidence.” She
pointed to Liam’s notebook. “Your sound map has recorded the time of owl calls. That’s proof.”
As twilight painted the sky orange, the group hiked into the woods with microphones and cameras. Suddenly,
Emma froze. “Did you hear that?” A low whimper came from the bush. Pushing aside branches, they found a brownish
yellow little owl lying on the ground, its wings bleeding and its golden eyes wide with fear. “We need to get it to the
wildlife center immediately,” Liam said.
注意：
1.续写词数应为150 左右；
2.请按如下格式在答题纸的相应位置作答。
Liam carefully picked up the injured little owl with trembling hands.
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At the Town Development Meeting three days later, Liam stood before the councilors of the town.
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