湖南省常德市第一中学2023-2024学年高二下学期期末考试英语试题读后续写-----在鼓励中寻找自我 讲义

阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。 I loved writing. It was a hobby. But my high school English teacher, Rachel Green was determined to make me an author. Her comments were more than just about fixing grammatical errors. She wrote questions to make my essays more detailed; she underlined passages that she agreed with. Her letters always started with how proud she was that I was brave enough to write the truth, how she saw potential in me. I enjoyed her words — read them over and over. I needed this care, this recognition. I was the last Watson child to attend Jefferson High School. My sister Cheryl was known for being one of the star writers of the school newspaper. Dyan, another sister, was good at playing the piano. My sisters were involved in all types of after-school activities: cheer-leading, volleyball, track and student government. While I was the little one following them like a shadow. No one noticed my existence except Ms Green. Adjusting to high school was challenging, and I felt insecure. On the first day of my high school, a teacher greeted me with a hug, saying, “You have some big shoes to fill.” Then she showed me the trophy case(奖杯橱窗) in the hallway. I immediately recognized two: Cheryl and Dyan. I was inspired, yes, but mostly worried. My Spanish was so-so. I got good grades but was not a straight A’s student. I loved music, but I wasn’t good at playing any musical instruments. Worse still, I never dared to share my story in front of my class. I tried to walk in my sisters’ shoes, but they didn’t fit. I tried to follow their steps, but it’s too hard, really. One day, Ms Green invited me to read my new story in front of my class in the writing lesson next week. My heart skipped a beat and disbelief washed over me. I murmured my anxiety about being laughed at. Stroking my hair gently, Ms Green assured me that my story full of fantasy would win everyone’s heart. Days seemed to be minutes. 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。 Before I knew it, the big day came! _____________________________________________________________________ After class, I went to my teacher’s office to express my thanks. ———————————————————————————————— 文本分析： 故事大意           本文以人物为线索展开，讲述了作者喜欢写作，高中英语老师瑞秋·格林注意到了作者的才能，关心和鼓励着作者，作者也由此获得了成为作家的力量。有一天，格林老师邀请追着在下周的写作课上在全班同学面前朗读自己的新故事。作者的心猛地跳了一下，心中充满了怀疑。作者低声说担心被人嘲笑。格林老师轻轻地抚摸着作者的头发，向作者保证充满幻想的故事会赢得每个人的心。日子好像是分分钟过去了。     在这篇短文中，有几处伏笔为续写部分提供了基础： 伏笔一：主角感到不安全和担忧，担心无法像姐姐们那样在高中取得成就。 回应：在续写中，主角通过在班上朗读自己的故事并获得认可，找到了自己的自信和位置。 伏笔二：Ms. Green对主角的鼓励和对她潜力的认可。 回应：续写中Ms. Green的鼓励让主角克服了焦虑，成功地在同学面前朗读了自己的故事，证明了Ms. Green对她的信任是正确的。 伏笔三：主角对姐姐们的成就感到敬畏，同时也担心自己无法达到那样的水平。 回应：在续写中，主角意识到自己不需要追随姐姐们的脚步，而是可以通过自己的才华和创造力找到自己的道路。 伏笔四：主角对公开朗读自己作品的恐惧和焦虑。 回应：续写中描述了主角如何克服这种恐惧，并且在朗读后感到了解脱和成就感。 伏笔五：主角对Ms. Green的依赖和信任。 回应：在续写中，主角在朗读后去感谢Ms. Green，显示了师生之间深厚的情感联系和Ms. Green对主角成长的重要影响。 1.段落续写： ①由第一段首句内容“我还没反应过来，重要的日子就来了!”可知，第一段可描写老师的鼓励缓解了作者的紧张以及作者获得了同学们的掌声。 ②由第二段首句内容“下课后，我去老师的办公室表达我的感谢。”可知，第二段可描写作者的感谢以及老师的鼓励。 2.续写线索：作者紧张——受到鼓励——讲完故事——掌声——感谢老师——老师鼓励——作者创作了更多优秀的作品     参考答案： Before I knew it, the big day came! My heart beating wildly and legs trembling, I stepped onto the platform. “Once. upon...” I uttered every word with a tied tongue. Everyone waited in silence. But seeing Ms Green’s encouraging smile, I took a deep breath and illustrated my story in a modest tone. Gradually, everyone got immersed in the fantasy world of my story. No sooner had I finished my story than my class burst into a round of applause. And Ms Green nodded appreciatively. After class, I went to my teacher’s office to express my thanks. Upon seeing Ms Green, tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes, and I added emotionally, “Ms Green, it’s your recognition and guidance that have enabled me to recognize my unique talent.” She hugged me tightly in her arms, whispering in my ear, “You are bound to be a great author and believe in yourself.” Since then, I have created more excellent works. Deep in mind, I know I could walk in my own shoes and become the best version of myself. 下水文1 Before I knew it, the big day came! My palms were sweaty, and my heart pounded in my chest as I stood in front of the class. But as I began to read, something unexpected happened. My classmates were silent, captivated by the tale I had spun. The words that once seemed so personal and fragile came alive, resonating with my audience. I could see it in their eyes—the fascination, the curiosity, and the appreciation. When I finished, a pause hung in the air, followed by applause that echoed through the classroom. It wasn't just the sound of their hands clapping; it was the affirmation I had been longing for. I looked over at Ms. Green, her eyes glistening with pride and joy. In that moment, I knew I had found my voice. After class, I went to my teacher’s office to express my thanks. "Ms. Green, I can't thank you enough," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. She smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You did it, Watson," she replied, her voice steady and sincere. "You've always had the gift. You just needed the confidence to share it with others." Her words were like a balm to my soul, healing the doubts and insecurities that had plagued me for so long. As I left her office, I felt a newfound sense of belonging and purpose. I was no longer just the little sister in the shadow of my accomplished siblings; I was an author, with a story to tell and a future to write. And it was all thanks to the guidance and belief of my teacher, Rachel Green. 下水文2 Before I knew it, the big day came! The classroom was filled with a mix of anticipation and excitement as I stood to share my story. With each sentence, my voice grew stronger, my delivery more confident. The characters I had created came to life, and my classmates were transported to the fantastical world I had woven with my words. When the final word left my lips, a wave of relief washed over me, replaced by the thunderous applause that filled the room. It was a sound I had never expected, a validation I had never felt, and it was music to my ears. The fear that once gripped me had dissipated, replaced by a sense of achievement and pride. After class, I went to my teacher’s office to express my thanks. "Ms. Green, I don't know how to thank you," I stammered, still riding the high of my successful reading. She looked up from her desk, her eyes lighting up as she took in my beaming face. "You've done it," she said, her voice filled with pride. "You've found your own light, Watson, and it shines so brightly." Her words were a balm to my soul, healing the self-doubt that had once overshadowed my spirit. As I left her office, I carried with me not just her praise, but also the knowledge that I had the power to make my own mark, to carve my own path, and to be recognized for my own talents, not just as the younger sister, but as an author in my own right. 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 $$