请根据漫画所反映的现象和问题，写一篇题为“The faster，the better？”的短文。

你的短文应该包含：

1）．漫画描述和反映的问题是什么；

2）．面对这样的问题，你有什么样的想法；

3）．在我们的学习生活中应该怎样正确地解决这样的问题；

4）．词数120左右。

注意：词数100左右，可以适当增加细节，以使行文连贯。

Dear Bill,

Yours,

Li Hua

    "Wanted: Violin. Can't pay much. Contact…"

    I rarely read the classified advertisements, so why did I notice that one? I laid the paper on my lap and closed my eyes, remembering what had happened many years before, during the Great Depression when my family struggled to make a living on our farm. I, too, had wanted a violin.

When my older twin sisters began showing an interest in music, Harriet Anne learned to play Grandma's piano, while Suzanne turned to Daddy's violin. Simple tunes became lovely melodies. My baby brother danced; Daddy hummed and Mother whistled. I just listened.

    When my arms grew long enough, I tried to play Suzanne's violin. Oh, how I wanted one! But I knew it was out of the question.

    One evening as the twins played in the school orchestra. I closed my eyes tight to capture the picture firmly in my mind. Some day, I'll sit up there, I vowed silently.

    It was not a good year. At harvest the crops didn't bring as much as we had hoped. Yet even though times were hard, I couldn't wait any longer to ask, "Daddy, may I have a violin of my own?"

    "Can't you use Suzanne's?"

    "I'd like to be in the orchestra too, and we can't both use the same violin at the same time."

    Daddy's face looked sad. That night, and many following nights,I heard him remind God in our family prayers,"…and Lord, Mary Lou wants her own violin."

    One evening we all sat round the table. The twins and I studied. Mother sewed and Daddy wrote a letter to his friend, George Finkle, in Columbus, Ohio. Mr Finkle, Daddy said, was a fine violinist.

    When Daddy received a letter from Columbus a few weeks later, he asked me, "Mary Lou, do you want to go with me to visit Mr. Finkle?"

    He drove us to Columbus and we came to a fine, old house. A tall man opened the door. He and Daddy heartily shook hands, both talking at once.

    "Mary Lou, I've been hearing things about you. Your Daddy has arranged a surprise for you!" He picked up a case, opened it, lifted out a violin and started to play. The melody surged and spoke like waterfalls. Oh, to play like him, I thought.

    Finishing the piece, he turned to Daddy. "I found it in a pawnshop(当铺)for seven dollars. It's a good violin. Mary Lou should be able to make a beautiful music with it." Then he handed the violin to me.

注意：

⒈所续写短文的词数应为150左右;

⒉至少使用5个短文中标有下划线的关键词语;

⒊续写部分分为两段,每段的开头语已为你写好;

⒋续写完成后,请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。

Paragraph 1:

    I noticed the tears in Daddy's eyes as I finally comprehended. It was mine!

Paragraph 2:

    I forced my thoughts to the present and read again the advertisement.

I will share the kind act that I met with all of you.We had dozens of restaurant options within a short distance，so we often took advantage of this luxury.On one occasion，I ran out to get some food.I saw the clouds in the distance and decided I could make it there and come back in time，but I was wrong.I was about to leave the restaurant when the rain just poured.The street was flooded within minutes.

But I had my little girl and husband waiting for me back at home，and they were hungry，so I knew I had to make a run for it.The owner of the restaurant tried to encourage me to wait inside，but I insisted that I should go.At this point，he grabbed his umbrella and said，"Okay，let's go." Of course I tried to convince him that it wasn't necessary for him to walk me home，but I knew I wouldn't prevent him from doing so.So off we went.We quickly realized that the umbrella wouldn't help much in keeping us dry.He walked me all the way to my apartment building，where he said goodbye and ran back to the restaurant.

Again I encountered this act of kindness when I was making my way to the bus.As I waited at the crosswalk(人行道)，it began to rain lightly.Nothing was too bad，but a young guy nearby felt like it was heavy enough to make him step next to me and hold his umbrella above both of us.After a while，the lights turned green.I thanked him and walked across the street.

Getting around the city when you are six months pregnant(怀孕的) and have a two－year－old kid can be challenging sometimes.One spring afternoon，I realized I needed something from the store to finish preparing for dinner.The weather seemed a bit questionable but the store was around the corner so I decided to risk it.

注意：1）续写词数应为 150 左右；

2）续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。

Paragraph 1:

It wasn't raining when we left so we didn't carry my umbrella.

Paragraph2:

As we crossed the street the woman offered me her umbrella.

In our weekly staff meeting, our editor Ashley was not pleased with the quality of our reporting. "Our readership is way down. We need better stories for this Thursday's school newspaper. Does anybody have any ideas?" she said.

I handed her my article about our basketball team beating Deerfield High School the previous night by one point. "Sports stories are fun," she said, "but not good enough for the front page. We need something to really get people's attention."

After our meeting, we left the newsroom together and heard someone screaming, "Perry is missing!" Perry was a big red parrot and had been our school mascot(吉祥物) for ten years. He played an important role in students' lives, both in and out of class. He had also been a constant presence at school events, inspiring a sense of unity among students.

Everyone gathered around Perry's empty cage, heartbroken. Suddenly, a student from the crowd came over and showed me a photo. "You're a reporter for the school paper, right? I happened to take this yesterday," he said. In the photo was a Deerfield High School basketball player with something large hidden under his shirt around the size of a parrot.

"He must have stolen Perry to get back at(报复) us for winning the game!" Ashley cried. We hurried back to the newsroom, agreeing to run the photo on the front page with the headline "Deerfield Stole Perry". "This is just the story we need. Everyone will read it," Ashley said confidently.

After she left, I took a closer look at the photo. The clock in the background read 4:15 p.m., but our game against Deerfield hadn't started until 4:30 p.m. Why would the boy have taken Perry before we even played? An uneasy feeling came over me that we might have falsely accused someone.

I went to Perry's usual caretaker to ask if he knew Perry was missing. "He's not missing. He's retired. He's ready for some quieter days," he said. Learning the truth, I immediately told Ashley and suggested writing a story to say goodbye to Perry.

Paragraph 1:

To my surprise, Ashley insisted on reporting the "Deerfield Stole Perry" story. 

Paragraph 2:

On Thursday, the paper came out with the headline "Bye Bye, Perry" on the front page.

At one time children made May Day baskets to celebrate spring and enjoy the rewards of giving surprising gifts to their beloved ones. When I was in perhaps the third grade, our class took on such an adventure. For several days, we worked on creating paper baskets. We cut colorful stripes of construction paper and wove them together, following our teacher, Miss Anderson. We cut and wove and glued. Then we decorated them with our crayons and more cutting and gluing. Finally, we fitted paper handles onto the tops so that we could secretly hang our creations on the doors of unsuspecting receivers: surely our mothers.

We were finished right on time. Miss Anderson brought armloads of flowers for us to use in stuffing our prizes. Lilacs and tulips and al the colorful flowers of spring. We had to wait until the day was nearly over before we were allowed to choose the flowers that were just right for our baskets. I chose the biggest, most beautiful blossoms, allowing myself to be selfish for the sake of my mother. Then we fidgeted (烦躁) away what remained of our day, waiting for the clock to tick down the minutes to our release.

Finally, mercifully, the bell rang! We threw on our coats, gathered our homework and our lunch boxes, tied on our scarves and then, carefully, we cradled our offerings of love and off we ran to our individual homes! I was so excited! I ran as fast as I could down the hill, across the street, up the block, heading home. I paused at the corner of my house, to catch my breath and savor the moment. Then I glanced down to admire my offering one last time before I hung it lovingly over the doorknob. Horrors! Shock, dread and depression! My flowers were gone! Apparently, bouncing out on my mad dash home, all that was left was a sad, messed-up, wrinkled little empty basket! I stood on the doorway and burst into mournful sobbing tears.

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。

Para 1 

By and by, my mom came to the door to discover the source of the sorrow.

……

Para 2 

Soon, my newly-decorated basket was ready to be offered again.

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