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；

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。

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    After reading the diary

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

    I always wondered how people would react if I tried to approach a total stranger for help in a busy place like a street corner or in a bustling mall. I personally have always hurried past a stranger who tried to catch my attention in a busy place or when I am rushing around.

    Yesterday I had a taste of being stuck in such a desperate situation where my only hope of help would have to come from a total stranger.

    I was in a busy shopping mall buying a large piece of luggage. After the purchase in one of the large, fancy, expensive shops, I picked up my phone from my pocket to call my driver waiting in the parking lot and my phone was dead.

    I then requested the shop assistant who had just sold me the luggage, which was not cheap at all, if she could ring the number of my driver for me. She replied, still all smiles, "I'm sorry Sir, but it is the shop policy that we cannot use mobile phones while working in the shop."

    As I was wondering what kind of policy that was, I saw a nice-looking teenage boy coming toward me. Remembering my wife's interesting theory that beautiful people are more likely to give you a hand when you're in trouble, I thought I might have a chance. But before I could say a word, he walked past me. It turned out he simply didn't see me.

    I waited a bit longer in the mall but it seemed nobody bothered to look at me. Disappointed and tired, I got out of the shop on to the busy street in front. I stood there with people rushing by, looking at their faces to see if there was a sign of kindness on their face. I began wondering how many times I had reacted to strangers like the shop girl and the teenager.

注意：

1）所续写短文的词数应为150左右；

2）应至少使用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。

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    At that point I saw a young mother with her two kids.

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    Finally a man wearing a cheap T-shirt and dirty jeans seemed to notice me.

    I was a mother of four children, working at a low-paid job. Money was always valuable, but we had a roof over our heads, food on the table, and clothes in the wardrobe. I always tell myself to be brave and strong. I hope all my efforts would be worthwhile, as long as my children can grow up healthily. It was Christmas time. We drove downtown to see the Christmas lights, and enjoyed a special dinner, but the big excitement for the kids was the fun of Christmas shopping at the mall. This was a tradition of my family, so they all looked forward to the coming of the season of goodwill. They talked and planned for weeks ahead of time, asking each other what they wanted for Christmas.

    The big day arrived and we started out early. I gave each of the four kids a twenty -dollar bill and asked them to search for gifts. Then everyone scattered (分散开) with the bill. I sat at a table in a café waiting for my children and enjoying an instant of silence. It must be a happy day.

    Back in the car driving home, everyone was excited about Christmas, laughing and asking each other about what they had bought. I noted Ginger, my younger daughter had only one small and flat bag with her. I could see enough through the plastic bag to tell that she had bought candy bars—fifty-cent candy bars! What did she do with that twenty-dollar bill I had given her? I was so angry. After getting home, I called her into my bedroom and closed the door. I couldn't hold back my anger and shouted at her, "What about the rest of the money? No one would be convinced all these candies are worth 20 dollars. What do you want to do with the rest of the money?"

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    She was shocked at my reaction and burst into tears.

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    My anger disappeared.

On Wednesday night, it was the closing time of the mall. But there was an hour's work, at least, to get everything cleaned up. It would be 11:00 pm before I finally got home. I hadn't even had time to have dinner. I was starving. My feet ached. My whole body was filled with tiredness. I couldn't wait to go to bed. But it would be only 6 hours before the alarm went off at 5:00 am for my day job.

Things had been tight for over a year now. My husband Paul's business had taken a huge hit. I have a full­time job at a day care center and somehow do my homework for my college class too. Then I had to work nights at the mall. Without me taking my second job, there wouldn't be enough money to pay the bills. Let alone buy any Christmas presents for our 15­year­old daughter, Marie. No one wanted to wake up on Christmas morning to an empty tree.

I barely even saw Paul and Marie anymore. Marie was growing up, but a teenage girl still needs her mom. I worried about her, about us. Was she eating enough? Keeping up with her schoolwork? I wasn't afraid of sacrifices. Everyone had to work hard for the family. I knew I was blessed to have two jobs, when millions of people couldn't find one.

How I hoped to quit my job at the day care center and obtain a full­time degree. I'd dropped down to one class a term. If I quit that, there was no way I'd find the willpower to try again. Besides, wasn't I always telling Marie to keep hoping and never give up?

My mind went back to the conversation I'd had with Marie earlier. Paul had dropped her off at the mall, where she was getting picked up for a babysitting job. "Remember we're going Christmas shopping this night," she said. "Now I'll even have my own money. See you later. "

The floor was nearly done. The boss asked me to leave.

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。

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I opened the back door of the mall and saw Marie outside with a bag of food, smiling.

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I pulled her tight against me.

Lily loved school. However, there was one class Lily worried about more than any other—art. She didn't know why she just wasn't any good at drawing, painting, or cutting.

Ms. Clay, the art teacher, stood at the front of the room. "Class, next Friday our school is going to have an art competition," she announced. Ms. Clay was a great teacher, and Lily liked her a lot. But this announcement made Lily nervous. "Everyone in the school will create a piece of artwork to show in the library. You can use the different types of artwork we have been studying." Ms. Clay was quite excited when she spoke while Lily found herself sinking lower in her chair.

Lily had the whole weekend to work on her project, but she could not think of anything to do. On Monday, Lily felt frightened, so after school Lily asked Ms. Clay if she could write an art paper instead of doing an art project.

"I understand this project scared you, Lily," Ms. Clay said. "Just remember, you can create any kind of art you want." Ms. Clay smiled at her. "Art is a person's way of expressing his or her feelings—it isn't always painting, drawing, or cutting. I know you will think of something very creative, and I can't wait to see it."

When Lily arrived home, she took out a piece of paper and a pencil. She remembered Ms. Clay's words. "Art is a person's way of expressing his or her feelings." Lily wrote the word "terrified" on her paper. She crumpled (揉皱) the paper and threw it to the side of her desk.

Then Lily stared at the crumpled ball. Suddenly an idea struck her.

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Why not create something out of crumpled paper?

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On Friday, Lily carefully carried her project into the library.

In the month of October each year, a festive air envelops our community as we host a Halloween costume competition. Annually, my neighbor Ollie and I engage in a spirited dash to the proclamation board situated within the park to discover the designated motif for the event. In one memorable instance, the theme was "Adorn yourself as the character from a beloved literary work." In another, it was "Embody something that incites dread." However, the year in question presented us with a rather ambiguous directive.

"Be inventive?" I inquired aloud, scrutinizing the proclamation board. "That scarcely qualifies as a theme, does it?"

Ollie alighted from his skateboard to examine the board more intently. "You've hit the nail on the head," he concurred. "I believe the 'Superheroes' theme was my all-time favorite. I was so enamored with my Super-Force Flying Eagles attire that I've preserved it in my wardrobe for several years!"

"My favored theme was 'Agricultural Creatures,'" I chortled. "Do you recall your adamant insistence on portraying a Stegosaurus?"

"When I was but five years of age, dinosaurs captivated my every thought," Ollie chuckled. "I would have been thrilled to envision a Stegosaurus mingling with the bovine herd in a pasture."

"Now that's the kind of imaginative vigor we require for this challenge!" I declared. "Perhaps, since our aspirations are not yet clearly defined, we ought to initiate our preparations by selecting some intriguing materials for our costumes."

"Eureka!" Ollie proclaimed, gathering an assortment of fallen foliage.

"Indeed?" I responded, taken aback. "You intend to construct an entire costume from leaves?"

"Why not?" he retorted, collecting more foliage. "They're utterly gratuitous, and I can assure you, no one will don a tree costume as magnificent as the one I'm envisioning."

"Do you mean, a tree as magnificent as ours?" I offered with a smile.

"Ah, firstly, that grammatical construction doesn't quite ring true," Ollie remarked. "And secondly, absolutely not! Conceive your own original concepts."

"Ah, come now," I implored. "You should feel honored that I hold your idea in such high esteem. Moreover, I've just devised the perfect method for fabricating branches."

Ultimately, after some deliberation, Ollie acquiesced to the idea.

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We ended up filling two jumbo bags with different kinds of leaves.

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Then the big moment came.

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