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

要求：（1）作出回答并说出理由；（2）词数不少于60。

Dear Lucy,

    I can't wait to tell you the decision my parents have just made.

Yours,

Li Hua

    “If mum finds out that I'm going to the beach, I'll be in big trouble.” I said to myself softly in a low voice.

    I went downstairs slowly and tried to walk casually into the kitchen. As I was walking towards the back door, mum asked without looking up from her “dish-washing”, “Where are you going?” I answered back without hesitation,“ I am going to the garden to play.” After I got out of the kitchen, I breathed a sign of relief. My plan had worked out fine so far. I climbed the fence and jumped onto the muddy field next to my house and started running towards the bus stop at top speed,

    After half an hour I was at the beach scanning the crowd for my friends, Jimmy and Bobby. Two young men were racing in the canoes (独木舟). After a while, I saw them near a coconut tree. I ran towards them and got into my swimming trunk (游泳裤). For about an hour, we played volleyball happily.

    Suddenly, Bobby hit the ball too hard and the ball fell into the sea. Just as Bobby was going to pick up the ball, the tide came in and carried the ball further and further away from the shore. I wanted to show off my swimming skills so I declared to help get the ball for them.

    I dived into the water and started swimming at a steady pace. After swimming for about ten minutes, I became tired but when I saw that the ball was only a few feet away from me, I put in an extra burst of speed. However, just as I was going to get the ball, a very strong current swept the ball further away from me. At that moment, a string of weed （海草）tangled (缠绕) up with my feet and I could not swim properly.

    I struggled to keep afloat but it was no use. “ If I had listened to my parents, this would never have happened,” I thought silently.

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    Finally, after struggling for a minute or two, I still got pulled underwater.

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    When I woke up, I was in an empty room lying on a bed.

    An 80-year-old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45-year-old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow（乌鸦）perched（栖息）on their window.

    The father asked his son, “What is this?” The son replied, “It is a crow.”

    After a few minutes, the father asked his son for the second time, “What is this?” The son said, “Father, I have just now told you, it's a crow!”

    After a little while, the old father again asked his son for the third time, “What is this?”

    At this time some expression of irritation（恼怒）was felt in the son's tone when he said to his father with a rebuff（生硬回绝）. “It's a crow, a crow.” A little while later, the father again asked his son the fourth time, “What is this?”

    This time, the son shouted at his father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?”

    A little while later the father went to his room and came back with an old tattered（发皱的）diary, which he had maintained since his son was born. On opening a page, he asked his son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary:

    “Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question. I did not at all feel irritated but I rather felt affection for my innocent son,

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；

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    After reading the diary

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    Feeling ashamed, the son got down on his knees before his father

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." …

December 16, 2009 was the worst day of my mother's life. It was on that day that she was told her thirty-six-year-old daughter had developed breast cancer. I would never forget her hopeless expression and tear-filled eyes as I told her. That scene uncontrollably broke my heart. It was one of the few times in my life that I had seen my mother was so painful and weak.

Since I got breast cancer, the doctors had made a heavy-duty plan to fight with it, which would mean an operation on my breast, five months of chemotherapy (化疗), and five weeks of radiation therapy. It also meant that an independent single girl who lived alone was in serious need of some help and care.

Thankfully, I was blessed with my own army of family, friends and co-workers who had offered to help me out with whatever I might need, including meals and rides to doctors' appointments. But as grateful as I was, there really was only one person who I wanted by my side — my mom. Despite living 300 miles away, my mother agreed even without a second thought. She was going to be my primary caregiver, driver, personal cook, nurse, counselor, and shoulder to cry on. No one else in the world could fill her shoes. It was a job that only she could do.

The night after my first chemotherapy treatment was firmly fixed in my memory. I was never so sick in my entire life. I couldn't even keep down a glass of water. And after hours spent in the bathroom, I weakly lifted myself into bed, weeping, "Please, God, take this away from me. Please make me fed better." At that moment, my mother crawled into bed with me and wrapped her entire body around me. It looked as if l had still been a little girl.

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Over the next six months, my mom traveled between two homes just to take care of me.

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However, when I finally began to recover, my morn suddenly fell ill.