专题09 读后续写
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主题01 人与社会
Passage 1：
Paragraph 1: Jade hesitated for a moment, and then dropped off her backpack. She walked back to the dining table
and asked, “Mom, which flavor moon cakes did grandma like best?” Her mother’s eyes lit up with surprise and joy.
“Red bean,” she answered softly. “She always said it reminded her of the sweet taste of home.” Jade nodded and
carefully selected a red bean moon cake. They sat at the dining table, chatting about the stories Mom heard as a kid.
Jade listened carefully this time, finally understanding the warmth behind those tales. (81 words)
Paragraph 2: As the moon rose high in the sky, the family sat together on the balcony (阳台). Jade held the red bean
moon cake in her hands and looked up at the full moon. “Mom,” she whispered, “do you think Grandma can see us?”
Her mother smiled. “She sees the same moon, sweetheart. That’s how we’re connected.” Jade bit into the red bean
moon cake. It tasted like family, like heritage, like love that travels across oceans. At that moment, she realized that
the Mid-Autumn Festival was not just about food or stories — it was about love, family, and the moon that linked
them all together. (89 words)
Passage 2：
Paragraph 1:
News of Emre’s project spread across the whole village. More books began to pour in. Before long, he gathered
enough for the room to be called a library. All the villagers started offering help: some brought tools; others volunteered
to clear up; a carpenter built sturdy shelves for free; some girls hung colorful lanterns and placed a small flower pot
by the door; Emre and his best friends spent weekends sorting books and painting the walls. The small room soon
buzzed with life, chasing away the village’s despair.
Paragraph 2:
After three months of hard work, the village library reopened. The opening day was filled with joy. Children sat on
the floor reading, while adults chatted and flipped through books. The laughter that day was the first genuine joy the
village had felt since the earthquake. Emre looked around at the people enjoying the new library. He didn’t have
grand words to explain why this little room mattered, but he knew it did. It was where his village came alive again
and a symbol of hope and proof that unity and hopefulness can rebuild what’s lost.
Passage 3：
Thankfully, the main power was switched off and the ambulance arrived soon. The medical workers out of the
ambulance quickly assessed the boy's condition and checked his vital signs. His breathing was shallow, but he was
still alive. We watched as the medical workers gently carried him to the ambulance, taking extra care to avoid any
further injury. A crowd had gathered, and everyone stood in tense silence, hoping for the best. My mother's tears
welled up in her eyes as she stared at the boy's small milk bottles lying on the wet ground. That night, I lay awake
until midnight, anxious about the boy's condition.
Early the next morning, I learned about the updates from the hospital. The doctor called to inform us that the boy had
regained awareness. “He got an electric shock and suffered minor burns, but he's stable now, ” the doctor explained
warmly. “The boy asked me to thank everyone who saved him — especially the man with the bamboo stick and the
warm-hearted people who called for help. ” Later that day, the boy's parents visited our neighborhood, expressing
their appreciation with tearful smiles. At that moment, I realized that even in the darkest times strangers can come
together and protect each other. Life may be delicate, but the bond among people makes it strong.
主题02 人与自我
Passage 1：
Without hesitation, Tom rushed back to the cabin to get help. His heart pounding wildly, he grabbed a pair of sharp
scissors and urged our parents to join in the rescue. Together they hurried back to the shore, where the young duck
still trembled in fear. With our parents’ help, Tom carefully cut the tangled net and finally set the duck free. The duck
stood there for a moment, as if thanking us. Touched by the scene, Tom took a picture and posted it online.
The duck-saving photo becoming a hit online, more people began to take action. Many local people came to the lake
collecting plastic bags and nets along the shore. They put up a sign reading “Protect the lake, protect wildlife”. Never
had Tom thought that his photo could make such a difference. This experience made us realize that every small act
of kindness counts, and environmental protection is our shared responsibility.
Passage 2：
“I know what we shall do,” she added. Her eyes burning with fierce resolve, she reached into her backpack and pulled
out a large, sturdy garbage bag. “We can fix this mess ourselves.” Leo looked at the bag, then at Mia’s determined
face. A slow, admiring smile spread across his face. He nodded firmly, understanding her plan immediately. No longer
discouraged by the mess, they were ready to make a difference. Without another word, Leo grabbed the other end of
the bag and started the cleanup.
Unexpectedly, more people joined in the cleanup. A couple walking their dog paused, impressed by their effort, and
offered extra bags. Soon, a group of teenagers passing by were moved and stepped in to help. Changes gradually took
place in the park and the scattered trash disappeared without a trace. As the sun began to set, the playground was
spotless again. Although exhausted, Leo and Mia sat on the clean swings, beaming with pleasure. The park was
restored, and their hard work had not only helped clean the space but also inspired a sense of community.
Passage 3：
“This is the logbook from our first trip,” Grandpa said softly, handing it to Leo. Leo opened the worn
notebook carefully, as if holding a treasure. The pages were yellowed with age, filled with Grandpa’s
youthful handwriting. There were records of weather conditions, the types of fish they caught, and even a
small, pressed flower from that first date with Grandma. But what touched Leo most were the simple
words at the bottom of each page: “Dad laughed today” or “Best day ever.” Leo suddenly realized
that this boat wasn’t just wood and paint — it was a vessel carrying Grandpa’s happiest memories.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Leo looked at his grandpa. The
golden light softened the wrinkles on Grandpa’ s face, making him look peaceful and content.
“ Grandpa,” Leo said emotionally, “ thank you for sharing this. I finally understand why this boat
means so much to you.” Grandpa smiled, putting an arm around him. “And now,” he whispered, “it
means something to you too. That’ s how memories are passed on.” Sitting in their restored boat,
watching the sunset, Leo felt a deep connection — not just to his grandpa, but to the generations before
him. The boat indeed had one last adventure: it brought a grandson home.
Passage 4：
I guess that was what caused my brother to come outside. I turned my face away, fearing he would tease
me. Unexpectedly, he gently picked my bike up and gestured me over, “Get on it.” His determined
look smoothed away my doubts. As he gripped the back seat, I got on the bike, took a deep breath and
started to pedal, holding tightly onto the handlebars. During the whole process, we didn’t talk much. He
simply offered a few necessary instructions when needed. But never once did he shout at me, nor did he
let me fall. His patient teaching proved efficient, and I gradually got the hang of riding.
An hour later, I was showing of my riding skill to my mom. She was amazed to see me riding steadily
around the yard. While sharing my learning experience with her in excitement, I noticed my brother
standing at a distance, smiling at me. I cast him a grateful look and he nodded and then walked back
into the house. From that day on, the sad pattern between us began to change. There were occasional
conversations between us, filled with less embarrassment but increasing concern. I could feel a different
kind of brotherly relationship slowly developing between us. I would always treasure that day as my
favorite memory, the moment when I felt the best.
Passage 5：
I began. The first words emerged thin. But as I described polar bears swimming through melted ice,
something shifted. My hands stopped shaking. The audience leaned forward, a sea of nodding heads. Then
I talked about greenhouse effect, extreme weather and natural disasters worldwide. I also imitated Dad's
terrible coal plant impression. The timer turned red. “ … and that's why we must be the generation
that...” My voice caught. The dreaded blankness.
A single clap broke the silence. Then another. Soon, the room thundered with applause I hadn't
earned. My eyes found Ms. Thompson, nodding like a metronome. I bowed, my ponytail swinging. The
trophy didn't matter. What mattered was the girl who stepped off the stage, regaining courage and
confidence and already drafting her next speech in her head. It was through this unforgettable campaign
that I found something new in myself — a persistent girl who tried her utmost to overcome her tension
and failure, thus making a difference in her life!
主题01 人与社会
Passage 1：
I approached the dog carefully and threw my left arm around it. Surprisingly, it pressed its head into my arm. To
support us, I clung to a small tree root sticking out of the ground above me. I got a cramp in my leg as I grasped for
footing, unable to hear instructions over the noise of the helicopter overhead. We had slid probably four feet from
where we started and I continued to push rocks down as I tried to keep my footing. I knew I couldn’t stay and wait
for help there any longer. Instead, I needed to do something.
Holding the dog under my arm, I struggled to climb my way back. There, rescue crews met me and placed the dog
into a basket. Together, we made our way to safety. At the base, a small crowd had gathered, including my wife and
the dog’s owner, whom the police had contacted. The dog limped happily into its owner’s arms, his tail wagging,
exhausted but alive. My wife hugged me, we walking quietly back home. The night had been terrifying, exhausting,
and emotional, but thanks to a lot of luck and help, it was a story with a happy ending.
Passage 2：
A few days later, I visited him again with my guitar. I knocked on his door, feeling a little nervous. When he opened it
and saw the guitar, his eyes widened with interest. I asked if he would like to hear me play something. He nodded
and gestured for me to sit down. I played a simple folk song I had learned years ago. When I finished, he clapped
softly and said, “Your music is lovely.” Then, he went to his corner, picked up his violin, and played a short, sweet
melody in return. It was his way of saying he accepted me. From that moment, our unspoken bond grew stronger.
From that day on, we began to spend time together. He told me he was a former violinist in the city orchestra. After
his wife passed away, he moved here and rarely went out. Music was his only comfort. Sometimes, we would try to
play together, the guitar and the violin finding a common tune. It wasn’t always perfect, but it was always joyful. We
didn’t talk much. Our conversations were in the notes we played. We shared our sadness and our happiness through
the music. He was no longer just my neighbor; he was my teacher and my friend.
Passage 3：
The next morning, we headed out to a remote school with supplies. As we stepped into the classroom, the local
children, whose eyes were full of curiosity, welcomed us warmly. We started to distribute the supplies we brought,
like pencils and notebooks. Seeing the kids’ smiles, I knew these simple things meant a lot to them. Nina and Ruby
also joined in, helping to hand out the items. They listened carefully as the teacher told us about the challenges the
school faced, which made them realize how lucky they were.
Upon returning to the U.K., I noticed evident changes in Nina and Ruby. They no longer complained about small
things like what was for dinner. What surprised me was that when they saw something expensive they wanted, they
would think twice and say, “Maybe we don’t really need it.” One day, Ruby even said, “Mom, I’m glad we have a
warm home and enough food, which some kids in Uganda don’t have.” I knew they had truly understood the meaning
of being grateful.
主题02 人与自我
Passage 1：
Then came our school’s International Cultural Festival. Students from every corner of the world were invited to
present their unique cultures. Standing before the drawer holding my long-hidden calligraphy tools, I hesitated deeply.
Yet a strong sense of cultural pride drove me to step out bravely. I finally took out my brush, ink and rice paper, and
arranged a simple but elegant stand. Many students soon gathered around, their eyes shining with sincere curiosity
instead of teasing.
I began to introduce calligraphy with patience and pride. I showed them the standard way to hold the brush and
explained that it carries thousands of years of Chinese history, wisdom and best wishes. I guided my classmates to
try writing simple characters, and they watched attentively and practiced carefully. Witnessing their amazed
expressions and warm smiles, I felt a strong sense of relief and pride. All my previous embarrassment and self-doubt
faded away. I truly understood that cultural differences are never barriers but bridges, and that true respect comes
from bravely sharing our own culture.
Passage 2：
As greenery filled his balcony garden, the weight in Hayden’ s chest slowly lifted. Each new leaf
became a small victory, teaching him patience and carefulness. When his first tomato plant bore fruits, he
felt a different kind of pride and achievement — not from thousands of fans cheering but from taking
care of living things with his own hands. With his plants thriving, his neighbors couldn’t help stopping
by and admiring them, which helped him reconnect with people without football as the center. Enjoying
the plants’ unique charm and rewarding nature, he found peace in his life gradually.
Motivated by his healing journey, Hayden started a program for other injured athletes. He transformed a
neglected plot of land near his neighborhood into a shared garden space, where those athletes could come
together, working the land. They planted various seeds, which were more than just seeds; they planted
their hopes and dreams. The garden became a place where wounded spirits found strength in each new
leaf. With their laughter returning and purpose slowly growing, Hayden realized he hadn’ t lost his
calling but simply replanted it in richer soil.
Passage 3：
The next day, I went to the court as usual. During practice, I focused entirely on observing my
teammates’ positions. When Jason broke through the defense line, I immediately passed the ball to him
instead of attempting risky dribbling. Coach Nick nodded slightly, though his expression remained stern.
After training, I approached Coach Nick for a heart-to-heart talk. I frankly admitted my previous
shortcomings and asked for another chance to prove myself on the field. Thankfully, Nick agreed. I
eventually earned my starting position back. When the long-awaited monthly tournament arrived, I stood
shoulder-to-shoulder with my teammates, ready to face our opponents not as a lone wolf, but as part of a
united pack.
This time I was determined to prove myself. The real test came on Friday. With scores tied at 2-2 in the
final minute, I received the ball near the corner flag. Jamie was making a perfect run towards the penalty
area, completely unmarked. Without hesitation, I sent a curved cross soaring through the air. The ball
landed precisely at Jamie’s feet, and his powerful volley sent the entire stadium into deafening cheers.
As my teammates rushed to hug us, I finally understood what true strength meant. Individual brilliance
might win momentary applause, but only teamwork could create everlasting victories.
主题03 人与自然
Passage 1：
Just as Claire braced herself, a soft glow began to emanate from the portraits. One by one, they lit up, and Claire
could see scenes from different times and places. In one, a young couple danced in a moonlit garden; in another, a
solemn man signed a parchment by the light of a single candle. Among them, she noticed a large, gilded frame that
seemed to pulse with a stronger light. She walked towards it, her steps hesitant. As she got closer, she saw a portrait
of a woman who looked exactly like her. The woman in the portrait beckoned her with a slight movement of her
hand.
When the world came back into focus, Claire found herself in a sunlit meadow. The house was nowhere in sight.
Beside her stood the woman from the portrait. “Welcome,” she said gently. “You have passed the test. This place is
a gateway to memories, to the stories that have been hidden for centuries. You, Claire, are the one who can finally
bring these secrets to light.” Claire looked around in wonder, filled with a new sense of purpose. She knew that her
journey had just begun, and she was ready to uncover the truth that lay hidden within the mysteries of the old stone
house.
Passage 2：
Liam carefully picked up the injured little owl with trembling hands. Emma helped wrap the owl in her
scarf to keep it warm and still. The group hurried through the forest heading towards the wildlife center.
As they approached, Liam dialed the wildlife center, explaining their situation and requesting immediate
assistance. The staff met them at the door, praising them for their quick action. Seeing the owl sent for
treatment, Liam felt a mix of relief and hope. Perhaps, if they could save this one life, they could save
the entire forest. With determination renewed, he vowed to use every resource they had to fight for
Greenvalley.Paragraph 2
At the Town Development Meeting three days later, Liam stood before the councilors of the town. With
Emma by his side, he presented their findings, highlighting the endangered owl nests and the
displacement of wildlife due to the logging. He also showed the pictures of the injured owl and other
bird species losing their habitats. The room fell silent as the councilors realized the seriousness of the
situation. Liam’s voice, though trembling, was firm. “We need to find a way to expand our town
without destroying the natural habitat of these animals,” he concluded. The councilors nodded, their faces
thoughtful. Two days later, the council announced: “Logging denied due to endangered species.”
