If you could give your younger self one piece of advice, what would you say?

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    One day when I was 12, my mother gave me an order: I was to walk to the public library, and borrow at least one book for the summer. This was one more way for her to solve my strange problem—inability to read. (阅读障碍)

    In the library, I found my way into the “Children's Room". I sat down on the floor and pulled a few books off the shelf. The cover of a book caught my eye. It presented a picture of a dog. I had recently had a dog, the first and only animal companion I ever had as a child. He was my secret sharer, but later he was given away to someone who had the space and the money to care for him. I never forget my dog.

    There on the book's cover was a dog which looked the same with my dog. I ran my fingers over the picture of the dog on the cover. My eyes ran across the title, Amos, the Dog with a Plan. Unknowingly, I had read the title. Without opening the book, I borrowed it from the library for summer.

    Under the shade of a bush, I started to read about Amos. I read very, very slowly with difficulty. Though pages were turned slowly, I got the main idea of the story about a dog who, like mine, had been separated from his family and who finally found his way back home. At the end of the story, my mind continued the final scene of reunion. When I finished my reading, a stream of tears ran down my checks. It was until then I realized that I have overcome my inability to read. Thus, this was the very first book for me which I had read through and deeply immersed in real sense.

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    My mother's call returned me to the real world and I suddenly realized something.

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    Last year, my mother was so proud that her son was rewarded a PhD（博士学位）in literature.

注意：

1）所续写短文的词数应为150左右；

2）应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；

3）续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；

4）续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。

    After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. It's hard to imagine that the other woman was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but I am too busy to visit her often. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong? Are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspect that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

    That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as beautiful as an angel's.

"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."

    We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Halfway through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me with a smile on her lips.

"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.

"Then it's time you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation—nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

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As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you," I agreed. …

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At that moment I understood the importance of saying, "I LOVE YOU." …

Michael and Greg were brothers and they lived in a family with a tight budget. They both missed the field trip last year because they could not cover the extra fee. This year, Michael's class would arrange a field trip to the city museum and he really wanted to go. So he was trying to earn some pocket money. 

On this cold autumn morning, Michael gathered the last of the leaves into a small pile. There weren't even enough to jump in. "Mom and Dad are never going to pay me for gathering this little bit of leaves. ""What are you talking about?" Greg asked, walking up behind him. "I'm trying to do some housework so I can make enough money to cover my field trip to the city museum, but there's nothing to do around here. "Michael sighed and looked around. 

"You could offer to wash Mom and Dad's cars," Greg said. 

Michael's face lit up. "That's a great idea."

"I bet some of the neighbors would pay you to wash theirs, too. It's getting colder and no one wants to wash the cars themselves. "Greg looked his brother in the eye. 

Michael nodded. The air was cold. He shivered（打寒颤）at the thought of washing cars and getting wet in this cold weather. "Maybe this isn't a good idea."

Greg placed his hand on Michael's shoulder. "I have some golf gloves that are designed for wet, cold weather. I'll loan you a pair, and I'll even help you wash the cars." "Really? You'd help me and let me keep the money?" "Sure. Golf season is over. I won't need the extra cash for a while. "Greg disappeared inside the house. 

Michael asked his parents if he could wash their cars for a small fee. When they agreed, he asked some neighbors, too. Three more agreed. Michael got a bucket, some sponges（海绵）, towels and soap. Greg came back outside with the gloves. "Here you go. They'll keep your hands warm and dry. ""Thanks. "Michael still couldn't believe his brother was helping him earn the money like this. He had to think of a way to repay him. 

注意：

1）续写词数应为150左右；2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

Paragraph 1: With these tools, Michael started to work. 

Paragraph 2: To Michael's surprise, he found he earned more money than expected.

I remember the first time I met Roy. He was telling a joke. When he reached the final line, everyone burst out laughing. "A popular boy," I thought to myself. My name is Daniel. I was the new boy in the class. There were 33 students in my new class, and most people weren't very interested in a shy new boy. Roy was kind to me. He often invited me to join his particular group and we became good friends. We trusted each other and we could talk about personal matters.

Five years later, Roy and I were still in the same class. But just a year ago Roy's father was knocked over by a car. He died a few days later. The family had difficulty with finance. Roy changed completely. He started losing friends, including me.

About three months ago, a group of us were playing football together after school. Having left something in the classroom, I went inside to get it and found Roy going through the pockets of people's coats. In his hand he had a wallet and I knew it wasn't his. Roy went bright red. "I will put it back right now," he said, and he did so. I turned round and walked out without saying a word. I really hoped that Roy would explain why he had been stealing, but instead he started avoiding me.

Last week, our school had a big fair in order to raise money for a charity and we made about ￡500. But to our surprise, the next morning, we were told that the money had been stolen. This morning I decided to ask Roy about the theft so I went to see him. Roy was out. I put his jacket on and put my hands in the pockets. I could feel a lot of notes and I pulled them out. It looked as if there were about ￡500 there. I was so surprised that I just stood there, holding the notes in my hand. And that moment, Roy walked in.

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Seeing me standing there with money in my hand, Roy felt panicked (恐慌的).

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We went to the head teacher Mrs Smith, together.

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When I was in middle school, my social studies teacher asked me to enter a writing contest, I said no without thinking. I did not love writing. My family came from Brazil, so English was only my second language. Writing was so difficult and painful for me that my teacher had allowed me to present my paper on the sinking of the Titanic by acting out a play, where I played all the parts. No one laughed harder than he did.

So, why did he suddenly force me to do something at which I was sure to fail? His reply: "Because I love your stories. If you're willing to apply yourself, I think you have a good shot at this." Encouraged by his words, I agreed to give it a try.

I chose Paul Revere's horse as my subject. Paul Revere was a silversmith (银匠) in Boston who rode a horse at night on April 18, 1775 to Lexington to warn people that British soldiers were coming. My story would come straight from the horse's mouth. Not a brilliant idea, but funny, and unlikely to be anyone else's choice.

What did the horse think, as he sped through the night? Did he get tired? Have doubts? Did he want to quit? I sympathized immediately. I got tired. I had doubts. I wanted to quit. But, like Revere's horse, I kept going. I worked hard. I checked my spelling. I asked my older sister to correct my grammar. I checked out a half-dozen books on Paul Revere from the library. I even read a few of them.

When I handed in the essay to my teacher, he read it, laughed out loud and said, "Great. Now, write it again." I wrote it again, and again and again. When I finally finished it, the thought of winning had given way to the enjoyment of writing. If I didn't win, I wouldn't care.

注意：

1.续写词数应为 150 左右;

2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

A few weeks later, when I almost forgot the contest, there came the news.

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I went to my teacher's office after the award presentation.

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