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专题十五 读后续写

Writing 1

(2021浙江6月改编)

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My dad, George, only had an eighth grade education. A quiet man, he didn’t understand my

world of school activities. From age 14, he worked. And his dad, Albert, took the money my

dad earned and used it to pay family expenses.

I didn’t really understand his world either: He was a livestock trucker, and I thought that I

would surpass(超过) anything he had accomplished by the time I walked across the stage at

high school graduation.

Summers in the mid-’70s were spent at home shooting baskets, hitting a baseball, or throwing

a football, preparing for my future as a quarterback on a football team. In poor weather, I read

about sports or practiced my trombone(长号).

The summer before my eighth grade I was one of a group of boys that a neighboring farmer

hired to work in his field. He explained our basic task, the tractor fired up and we were off,

riding down the field looking for weeds to spray with chemicals. After a short way, the farmer

stopped and pointed at a weed which we missed. Then we began again. This happened over

and over, but we soon learned to identify different grasses like cockleburs, lamb’s-quarters,

foxtails, and the king of weeds, the pretty purple thistle. It was tiring work, but I looked

forward to the pay, even though I wasn’t sure how much it would amount to.

At home, my dad said,“A job’s a big step to growing up. I’m glad you will be contributing to

the household.” My dad’s words made me realize that my earnings might not be mine to do

with as I wished.

My labors lasted about two weeks, and the farmer said there might be more work, but I wasn’t

interested. I decided it was not fair that I had to contribute my money.

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When I brought my paycheck home—it was$119—my dad wanted to talk to me.

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I was surprised that my dad allowed me to use the money as I wished.

答案

One possible version:

When I brought my paycheck home—it was$119—my dad wanted to talk to me. When

he beckoned me over at the table, I edged closer reluctantly,expecting what would be in store

for me and my hard-earned money in the pocket. I stood before my dad, head drooping and

heart thudding. Silence fell upon us for a moment. Father then reached out his hand, stroked

my head and smiled, “I’m happy you are growing up and contributing to the family, son!”

“But why can’t I keep my own money? It’s unfair!” I blurted out these words bottled in my

heart, face crimson. Dad seemed to be shocked at my sudden eruption like a volcano, but soon

he understood. “Of course, you can have it,” he promised.

I was surprised that my dad allowed me to use the money as I wished. A surge of

excitement bubbling up inside me, I looked up into my dad’s dark eyes, which were shining

with delight. Dad nodded at me, “I know you love sports and will make a great quarterback.

So go for your future, son, and you don’t have to be another George.” I was speechless at this,

feeling ashamed of my selfishness and guilty at my man as Dad was,

he clearly did more than he said and understood more than I thought. The next few weeks, I

worked on the farm with more interest and felt less tired. I learned that I could contribute to

the household in my own way.

Writing 2

(2020浙江7月改编)

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