Last Friday was a cold day, and the bus was due to come in about 15 minutes. So I went to the nearby convenience store and came back to the station where a junior high school girl was still there,{#blank#}1{#/blank#} (wait) for the bus too. I gave her one of the two warm cocoa {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(can) I bought and we had a little talk {#blank#}3{#/blank#} warming our hands with the hot cocoa.

    She {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(have) her high school entrance exam in a week so I told her a few encouraging words. I left her happy, she thanked me, and told me she wished {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(see) me again. I smiled and thanked her very{#blank#}6{#/blank#}(grateful), nodding yes, the bus had already stopped and I had to hurry away.

    We may never see each other again but I am grateful to her {#blank#}7{#/blank#} saying "wish I could meet you again" as {#blank#}8{#/blank#}takes a strong will, and courage to accept an offering from a stranger. That young girl helped me more than I could have helped her. I {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(touch) with a memory and a reason to send all the kids {#blank#}10{#/blank#} this very moment are full of emotions and fears, wishes of good luck and many bits of love.

    I encountered God the summer I was five. My father had finally grown too sick to get out of bed, so the heat and nervous tension in the air inside the house made it impossible to breathe. I would escape by squeezing under the front porch. All manner of creatures lived there, but I mostly ignored them, with one exception — a little frog who, every time I crawled (爬行) under the porch, stared at me with great, golden eyes.

    In late June, the frog finally hopped (跳跃) toward my arm and stared at me, demanding eye contact. Once he had my attention, he opened his wide mouth and said, "Hello, Sophie."

    I should have been shocked, but for some reason, I wasn't. Perhaps at five years old, I was more receptive to something against the laws of nature. At any rate, I was not shocked that a frog could speak. I had a more pressing question.

    "How do you know my name?"

    The frog blinked slowly. "I know everything. I am God."

    I spoke, "You can't be God. You're too small."

    He extended a long, webbed finger and was pointing to the edge of the porch's shadow — to the spot where my mother had tried to grow flowers there for years. She had stopped trying when my father's condition worsened.

    "Look there," commanded the frog, and I stared as a beautiful white flower blossomed as if stretching its limbs after a long sleep. In my five years, I had never seen anything so splendid.

    God and I became good friends that summer. I spent every day under the porch, talking to him.

    Sometimes I asked God questions. Sometimes he answered. Once, I asked him where Heavenwas.

    "Heaven," he said, "is where I live."

    In August, my father's illness had progressed to the point that I was sent to my aunt's house in Virginia. I told God I would be back soon, and then waited in Virginia for my father to get better.

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    Six months later, I came back home for my father's funeral.

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    Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind that my father might travel to Heaven.

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    Last year at Christmas time, my wife, three children and I were on our way from Paris to Nice. Somehow everything went wrong. Our hotels were "tourist traps" and our rented car broke down. On Christmas Eve, when we checked into a dirty hotel in Nice, there was no Christmas spirit in our hearts.

    It was raining and cold when we went out to eat. We found a small restaurant poorly decorated for the holiday. Only five tables in the restaurant were taken. There were two German couples, two French families, and an American sailor, by himself. They were eating in stony silence except the sailor. He was writing a letter, and a half-smile lighted his face. In the corner a piano player was listlessly (无精打采地) playing Christmas music.

    All of us were interrupted by an old French flower woman through the front door. She had a worn overcoat and her old shoes were wet. Carrying her basket of flowers, she went from one table to another. No one bought any. Exhausted and frustrated, she sat down at a table.

    The sailor finished his meal and got up to leave. Putting on his coat, he walked over to the flower woman's table.

    "Merry Christmas," he said, smiling and picking out a handful of flowers. "How much are they?"

    "Two francs, sir."

    The sailor put a twenty franc note in the woman's hand.

    "I don't have change, sir," she said. "I'll get some from the waiter."

    "No, ma'am," said the sailor, leaning over and kissing the ancient cheek. "This is my Christmas present for you."

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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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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    Then the sailor headed for our table with the flowers in his hand.

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    The piano player came alive and pleasant music filled the whole room.

I wanted to go to a party. Especially it was a beach party. It had been almost the only thing my friends had been talking about for the last couple of weeks. But My mom had said no. The more desperately I pleaded her case, the more forcefully my mother said no. "I don't care who's going," said coldly my mother, "you are not going." I was heartbroken. This was my best friend's party.

Sunday dinner came around and my grandmother joined the family for the meal. Gran noticed my depression but didn't say a word. It was my turn to wash up and Gran said, "Let me help you." "What's up?" asked Gran as I dumped the dishes into the foaming water. Gran wiped a plate with a tea towel. "Mom won't let me go to my best friend's party." I said sadly. "Has mom explained why she doesn't want you to go?" asked Gran. "No." I replied. "Then for a moment, put yourself in her position." said Gran. "If you were mom, what would your objections be?"

I hadn't stopped to think about my mom's side. "Well," I answered, "it's a beach party. Maybe she doesn't trust us or thinks we'll get into trouble."

"Are there going to be any adults there?" asked Gran. "No," I said, "who wants their parents hanging around when you're trying to have fun?" "Might it just be," said Gran, "your mother doesn't want anything unfortunate to happen to you.""Nothing will happen." I objected. "Maybe you're right," said Gran, "but maybe mom's worried in case it could."

Gran looked at me gently, seeming to expect my agreement. For a minute or so, I kept silent, pondering for a while about my eagerness for the party. "Maybe, you are right, however, is there no hope?" I inquired. "Not necessarily." answered Gran, lost in thought. 

Paragraph 1: "Then maybe think of a compromise." suggested Gran.

Paragraph 2: The long-awaited beach party finally came.

A Gift Beyond Measure

At an early age, I was crazy about music, dreaming of possessing a piano on which I could practice and play in the way a famous pianist did on the stage. Later when I was getting older, on my way to school, there was an instrument shop that I passed by almost every day. When I saw through the window, in the corner of the shop stood a nice piano which would always attract my eyes so deeply that I even forgot everything around me.

To my sadness, my family was truly struggling. In that period, my mother was laid off from her position and my father was only a clerk in a company. It was just a matter of getting by on a low income, not to mention buying me an expensive piano though they knew I was eager to play that piano so much. The increasing wrinkles(皱纹) in my father's face even stopped me from having this thought.

Then one day after school, I went as usual to the shop window to look at the piano. However, the piano had gone! It was a big surprise. Someone had purchased the piano that I would stare at almost every day! I should not have been surprised as others had the right to buy it, if they could afford to. However, at the thought of not being able to see that piano any more, tears filled my eyes.

Upset and helpless, I wandered aimlessly up and down the street. I felt as though something had been stolen in my heart. After what seemed a year, I returned home, dragging(拖) my heavy legs. Hardly had I just gone into the house when my mother called my name. Brushing away my tears, I followed the sound of her voice into the dining room.

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。

I couldn't imagine what was happening in front of me.

Then the door opened and my father appeared, with a big smile on his wrinkled face.

When I was in middle school, my social studies teacher asked me to enter a writing contest, I said no without thinking. I did not love writing. My family came from Brazil, so English was only my second language. Writing was so difficult and painful for me that my teacher had allowed me to present my paper on the sinking of the Titanic by acting out a play, where I played all the parts. No one laughed harder than he did.

So, why did he suddenly force me to do something at which I was sure to fail? His reply: "Because I love your stories. If you're willing to apply yourself, I think you have a good shot at this." Encouraged by his words, I agreed to give it a try.

I chose Paul Revere's horse as my subject. Paul Revere was a silversmith (银匠) in Boston who rode a horse at night on April 18, 1775 to Lexington to warn people that British soldiers were coming. My story would come straight from the horse's mouth. Not a brilliant idea, but funny, and unlikely to be anyone else's choice.

What did the horse think, as he sped through the night? Did he get tired? Have doubts? Did he want to quit? I sympathized immediately. I got tired. I had doubts. I wanted to quit. But, like Revere's horse, I kept going. I worked hard. I checked my spelling. I asked my older sister to correct my grammar. I checked out a half-dozen books on Paul Revere from the library. I even read a few of them.

When I handed in the essay to my teacher, he read it, laughed out loud and said, "Great. Now, write it again." I wrote it again, and again and again. When I finally finished it, the thought of winning had given way to the enjoyment of writing. If I didn't win, I wouldn't care.

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。

A few weeks later, when I almost forgot the contest, there came the news.

 ……

I went to my teacher's office after the award presentation.

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