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Saturday，June2                                            Fine

    This morning

请根据以下提示，并结合事例，用英语写一篇短文。

We all know that "sticks and stones may break our bones", but we should also be aware that words can hurt people, too.

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③文中不得透露个人姓名和学校名称；

④词数为120左右。

注意：词数不少于60。

提示词：剪纸，窗花paper cut

Outside my kitchen window, there are people all over the place. We had lived in this house for a year and I knew everyone on the block, except Mrs. Miller, the old woman who lived by herself two doors down. She almost never left the house.

I thought it was time to get to know her. I carried my baby and set out to meet the neighbor. As I came to her house, Mrs. Miller's black dog looked at me. The dog was old, but she was always standing guard. I thought at least Mrs. Miller had someone to look after her. She needed more than a dog to rely on. I knocked on the front door.

"Come in!" Mrs. Miller said when she saw us, feeling a little surprised. "Have a seat here in the livingroom." I had only just sat down when her phone rang. Mrs. Miller received two phone calls.

When she answered and came back, she said, "I'm sorry, dear. It's just the neighbors calling to check in. Susan on the street was asking if she could pick up my groceries (食品杂货). The boys next door offered to take care of my garden."

"How nice it is," I thought. "Do you have children?" I asked. "No. It was just Mr. Miller and myself until he passed away." "I'm so sorry," I said. "You must have family. n She replied, "A sister. But we're both in poor health and it's difficult for us to visit each other." She pointed to her painful legs.

"Can you get to a doctor?" I asked. She said, "Oh, there's a nurse who usually comes to check on my health." Then her face became serious. She added, "Margo used to pick up my medicine every Monday. But she has just moved out of town."

I knew what she was thinking: What would she do without Margo?

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"I could take over for Margo," I said.

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When Christmas arrived, I decided to help Mrs. Miller prepare for the festival. 

Every previous year on Thanksgiving Day I'd woken up early, filled with excitement, unable to wait for the turkey, pumpkin pie with pecans, and my grandma's famous cheesecake. But I would never forget the lesson that my mother taught me when I was 14 years old. That Thanksgiving, I couldn't find the magic anymore. For some reason the holiday seemed fake (假的). I suddenly felt like Thanksgiving was a big lie. I saw no reason to celebrate.

As my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma started to arrive carrying plates of food, baskets of bread, and pitchers of egg nog, I grew more and more angry and frustrated. None of them were really thankful, I realized. The whole thing was a lie!

When my mom called for everyone to take their seats for dinner, I left. I ran into the guest room where no one would look, crying. I was defiant (反抗的) because I wanted to be an honest person but 1 was realizing that Thanksgiving was fake. It didn't feel right to join in the tradition—say something beautiful one by one around the table.

My mom, worried that 1 was absent from the table, came to see what was wrong, "No one is really thankful!" I sobbed, "They just pretend for one day because that's what you're supposed to do!"

My mom sat down next to me and listened wisely. Then she nodded. "You're right," she told me, "it's fake until you find the truth for yourself." She said Thanksgiving was a time to reflect because we don't always get a chance to see loved ones and eat a good meal. Then she left. I didn't listen to her. I was convinced that I could never find joy celebrating again.

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。

But I was also starving and I had to eat something.

……

At her words, I realized they wanted me to be a part of the tradition.

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.