Once there was a merchant who had fine silks and rug（s a city on the other side of the desert (毛毯) to sell. He wished to send his goods to Abdul the merchant owned a large caravan（商队）of camels, and he employed many men. For many days, Abdul and his men had been preparing for the journey, because of the boundless desert with hot sand and the grass out of sight for miles. It required many camels to carry the merchant's goods, tents, bottles of water, firewood, bags of rice and some tools.

    At last the caravan was ready for the journey. The sun shone steadily, making the sand so hot that no one could walk upon it in the daytime. So Abdul and his men traveled all that night. One man was the pilot. He rode ahead because he knew the stars, and he could guide the caravan by them.

    They traveled night after night, resting during the heat of the day. Unfortunately, when the caravan started another evening, the pilot led the way as usual, but after a while, weary with many nights of watching, he fell asleep.

    All night long the caravan traveled. At daybreak the pilot awoke and looked at the last star fading in the morning light. "Halt（停下）!" he called." The camels must have turned while I slept. We are at the place from which we started yesterday." Even worse, another man shouted, "The man with the camel carrying the rest water and firewood, who is walking at the end of our group, is gone!"

    There was no water to drink. There was no firewood to cook the food. The men lay down with despair, "We are lost!"

注意：

1) 所续写短文的词数应为 150 词左右；

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。

    It seemed that only one person remained positive.

    A shout of joy burst from the lips of the men.

    On Sina Weibo, the issue of trash sorting in Shanghai has attracted more than 50,000 posts and 70 million views, but enforcement of the regulation has sparked mixed feelings among the public.

    Some people praised Shanghai for being a role model to solve the trash problem, while others complained about the inconvenience the regulation had brought to their daily lives, and made jokes about sorting their trash.

    One of the most popular jokes goes, "Think about pigs before sorting your trash—things pigs can eat go to kitchen waste, things pigs don't eat are residual waste, things pigs might die from while eating them are risky, and things that can be sold for money to buy a pig belong to recyclables."

    Xiao Guiyu, deputy director of the Standing Committee of the Shanghai Municipal People's Congress, said, "Although it's a joke, it sums up the principle of trash sorting in a simple way that everyone can understand." As for the complaints about inconvenience, the legislator stressed that the new regulation is a law, and just like traffic regulations, people have to learn to obey it as long as they live in Shanghai.

【写作内容】

1）用约30个单词概述上述信息的主要内容；

2）简要说明“垃圾分类”活动的必要性(至少两点)；

3）简要分析“垃圾分类”活动可能面临的困难，并提出你的建议。

【写作要求】

1）写作过程中不能直接引用原文语句；

2）作文中不能出现真实姓名和学校名称；

3）不必写标题。

【评分标准】

内容完整，语言规范，语篇连贯，词数适当。

注意：作文中不能出现真实姓名和学校名称。

    A friend of mine whose name was John Smith had a bad memory, which made him famous. He was so forgetful that he sometimes forgot what he was talking about in the middle of a sentence. His wife had to constantly remind him about his meetings, his classes - even his meals! Once he forgot he had eaten breakfast twice, at home and at school. His wife liked to remind her neighbors, "If John didn't have his head tied on, he would forget that too!" Since Smith was a professor at a well-known university, his forgetfulness was often an embarrassment to him. It wasn't that he was not clever, as some critical people tended to say, but just very very absent-minded.

    One hot summer day, Professor Smith decided to take his children to a seaside town about a three-hour train ride away. To make the trip more interesting for his young children, he kept the name of the town a secret. However, by the time they arrived at the station, Smith forgot the name of the town he was planning to visit. Luckily, a friend of his happened to be in the station. He offered to take care of the children while Smith hurried back home to find out where he was going.

    The professor's wife was surprised to see him again so soon.

    "Oh, my dear, I forget the name of the town."

    "What? You forget the name? Maybe one day you will forget my name! Now I'll write the name of that town on a piece of paper, and you put it in your pocket and please, please don't forget where you put it."

    Satisfied that she had solved the problem, she sent her husband off again. Ten minutes later she was astonished to see him outside the house for the third time.

注意：

1）所续写短文的词数应为150左右；

2）至少使用5个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。

Paragraph 1:

    "What is the matter now?" asked his wife.

Paragraph 2:

    Hearing the cry, out rushed their neighbors, trying to find out what had happened.

Polly, my stepmom, suggested the sweetest name to our pet dog: Mercy. We don't know why she gave the strange name. We soon learned it was just what this new dog would need.

My parents' bad tempered dog would jump out of bed and go-go-go all day long. So when they brought home a Christmas tree, they expected everything would be out of order. However, to their astonishment, Mercy didn't seem to take any care. She paid zero attention to the tree which suddenly grew in her living room. Nor did she react to the fancy presents under it, including a wrapped box of Milk-Bones.

Dad and Polly were quite careful; they'd never had a dog that didn't force them to move everything to higher ground as if they were expecting a flood. But Mercy seemed to take no notice. He didn't take any glance at it at all.

A few days before Christmas, Polly awoke early in the morning as usual. She passed the dusty living room and then stopped in surprise. Glancing back into the room, she saw that every last present was gone. Only the tree was still there.

Had they been robbed? Why hadn't Mercy barked? Where was she? Had the robbers taken her away? Polly noticed scrap of ribbon (丝带) on the floor, then bit of torn wrapping paper few feet away, some lights beyond that. The clues all made a mark leading toward the back door.

Polly put on the switch, bathing the backyard in light. The perpetrator's (肇事者)head lifted and froze. Alarm and guilt made her eyes wide. Oh, yes, it was Mercy.

She lay under her favorite tree in soft nest of shredde (碎片) wrapping paper, chewed-up boxes, and curling (缠绕) bits of ribbon. Presents, unpacked from their packages, were spread over everywhere. Beautifully wrapped boxes had gaping holes. Pieces of paper were mixed with the last remaining evidence of gifts. All the gift tags (标签) that could have been used as thank-you cards were destroyed.

Clearly Mercy's self-control had failed.

……

As for Thank-you cards, Mercy provided the answer.

It was a beautiful May morning. As usual, I started my day by sitting outside breathing the fresh air as I read my book and drank my coffee. Afterwards, there were two things I was determined to do. First, make sure my husband got our small Christmas trees down from the attic （阁楼） and, second, take several bags of clothes, blankets and comforters to the donation center. I had been faithful in doing that every year, but for whatever reason. I had delayed this year and the bags were now piling up and overflowing.

After reading for a while, I went into the bedroom to ask my husband to bring the trees down. He was asleep so I figured I'd surprise him and get them down by myself.

I went to the garage to access the attic storage and moved our tall metal ladder into place. I had to move the bags of clothing and blankets out of the way, determined once again to get those to the donation center.

I climbed the ladder, and two steps from the top I was able to reach up and push open the attic door. Then, with my feet on the very last step and part of my upper body in the attic. I saw my trees. I awkwardly raised my leg to climb onto the attic floor. Looking down. and then looking up again. I decided that this was actually too much for me. I should wait for my husband to get them.

As I stepped down, my foot missed the shaky ladder's step. With one foot swinging and the other on the top step, I grabbed （抓住） the attic floorboard and called my husband. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear me. As I went to take another step down, the ladder suddenly came out from under me, loudly crashing onto the concrete garage floor, leaving me hanging from the at tic with sweaty hands. In that second, which seemed like a century, I prayed and then called my husband.

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。

With my body swinging in midair and my hands slowly sliding closer to the edge, I fell.

Arriving at the emergency center, I anxiously waited to see the doctor. 

The Butterfly in A Bottle

Poltu was awakened from a marvellous dream where he was about to receive the trophy for winning the inter-school football match. The alarm's loud ring jolted him,but he wasn't too disheartened. 

He rushed to his study table where an empty jam bottle held a colourful little butterfly. Catching it had been a hard task as it kept avoiding his grasp,but finally he managed without a net. This butterfly was going to be part of his biology project in school. 

The biology project required Poltu to submit the study of a living creature every month. Most of his classmates drew diagrams from their books as part of this exercise. But Poltu was going to do something different. He was going to present a live creature -this butterfly. 

Poltu loved the different colours on the wings of the butterfly-red,green and blue. How beautiful it looked when it fluttered the wings. Poltu had been caring for it,making holes in the bottle cap for air and providing tender leaves for it to eat. 

Excited about displaying his exhibit to the biology teacher,Poltu dressed hurriedly,and left for school. His school was walking distance from his house. He took a shortcut through the backyard of Sinha aunty's house,a stretch he loved walking through. The breeze was very pleasant as it had rained slightly the previous night. The garden smelt of sweet-smelling flowers. Poltu glanced at his bottle every now and then and smiled at the butterfly fluttering its wings. 

When he reached school,the gate wasn't wholly open yet. For once,Poltu was early to school. A few boys were playing football on the field. Any other day would have seen Poltu joining them without a second thought. But today,he walked straight into his class. He opened the window and placed the bottle on the windowsill(窗台). 

The golden rays of the sun streamed through the glass,on the delicate wings of the butterfly,and added brightness to them. Poltu's butterfly looked simply gorgeous. In a few minutes,the area was full of boys,watching it in surprise. 

注意：(1)续写词数应为150个左右；(2)请按如下格式在答题纸的相应位置作答。

That day's biology class was the most interesting in a long time. 

……

Suddenly,the butterfly didn't move.