读后续写---文化的味道：咖喱与接纳 讲义-重庆市第八中学2024届高三下学期三模考试英语试题

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。 As I unzipped my lunchbox, the whole place was turned into a spicy curry (咖喱) dream. I immediately hid it under my seat, hoping no one would take notice. Mom had really outdone herself with masala — our family’s all-time favorite dish back in India. But today, it wasn’t just about me and my lunch. A warm smile on his face, Ricky invited me, a new transfer student from India to New York city, for lunch. “Ava, come sit here!” Ricky called out, gesturing towards a vacant seat. As I made my way over, memories of those awkward lunchtimes when I studied in Kansas, one of the most conservative states, flooded back. I could still recall how everyone would wrinkle their noses and stare curiously when I unpacked my Indian food. It always made me feel like an outsider, like I didn’t belong. Thereforebefore my first day in this school, I had demanded my mom pack “normal” western-style food for me. I still remembered the look on her face upon hearing it, as she signed in disappointment and confusion, “Isn’t there a moment when you feel proud of your origin?” That was hurting, but not more hurting than others’ giggles and whispers. Honestly, long queues were common in Indian restaurants in New York city, a cultural melting pot, but I wouldn’t take that risk. Unfortunately, this morning, Mom had forgotten to make sandwich or any “normal” food, so I had to bring leftovers from our dinner. At the thought of the possible oh-no-second (社死), I felt like being thrown into darkness. However, before I came back to reality, Ricky noticed my sneaking (躲躲藏藏). “What do you have for lunch?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with interest. I tried to brush it off (搪塞), claiming I wasn’t hungry. But Ricky wouldn’t let it go, and before I could protest, he had the lid of my lunchbox open and I prepared myself for such familiar responses as “Ew” or “What is that?” 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。 However, I did not get what I was expecting. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ After school, I found Mom preparing sandwich for tomorrow’s lunch. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 文章大意 这篇文章讲述了一个从印度转学到纽约的中学生Ava的故事。Ava在堪萨斯州的学校午餐时间因为携带印度食物而感到尴尬和孤立，因此她要求母亲为她准备西式食物以融入新环境。然而，母亲忘记了她的请求，给她准备了家里昨晚的咖喱剩菜作为午餐。在纽约的学校，Ava担心再次遭遇尴尬，但当她不得不在同学Ricky面前打开午餐盒时，她意外地发现Ricky和其他同学对咖喱表现出了极大的兴趣和赞赏。这次经历让Ava感到自豪，并意识到分享自己的文化是一件值得庆祝的事情。放学后，她发现母亲正在准备第二天的午餐，母亲尝试将印度元素融入三明治中，这表明她理解和尊重Ava想要融入的愿望，同时也鼓励她珍视自己的文化传统。 在原文中，有几处伏笔为续写部分提供了基础： 1. Ava的过去经历：在堪萨斯州的学校，Ava因携带印度食物而感到尴尬，这为续写中她对午餐的担忧和恐惧提供了背景。 2. 母亲的失望和困惑：当Ava要求母亲准备西式食物时，母亲的反应为续写中母亲准备融合印度元素的三明治提供了对比和情感上的转变。 3. Ricky的友好邀请：Ricky的热情邀请为续写中他接受并欣赏Ava的咖喱午餐奠定了基础。 4. Ava对纽约的期望：Ava对纽约这个文化大熔炉的期望与她在堪萨斯州的经历形成对比，为续写中纽约同学的接受和欣赏提供了合理性。 在续写中，这些伏笔得到了回应： 1. Ava的担忧：续写中Ava担心再次遭遇尴尬，这直接回应了她过去的不愉快经历。 2. 母亲的理解和支持：续写中母亲准备的融合三明治显示了她对Ava文化身份的理解和支持，回应了之前她对Ava要求的失望。 3. Ricky的积极反应：续写中Ricky对咖喱的好奇和喜爱回应了他最初的友好态度，并将这种态度转化为对Ava文化的具体接受。 4. 纽约的多元文化：续写中纽约同学对咖喱的接受和欣赏回应了Ava对纽约作为一个文化大熔炉的期望，展示了不同文化间的和谐共处。 这些伏笔和回应共同构建了一个关于文化认同、友谊和接受的故事，展示了主角Ava在新环境中的成长和自我发现。 参考答案 However, I did not get what I was expecting. Ricky took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and savored the aroma of the masala. Instead of the usual stares and whispers, there was only interest on Ricky’s face. His face lit up with a broad smile, asking, “You mum made masala for your lunch?” Before I could make a response, he added: “I could be dying of envy! You know what, last Sunday, my parents and I queued up for three hours in harsh cold in fifth Avenue for the new India restaurant.” He enjoyed every bite, nodding his head in approval. It was a welcome change from the stares and whispers I had grown accustomed to. After school, I found Mom preparing sandwich for tomorrow’s lunch. I came over and asked if I could have palak paneer in my lunchbox, which made her a bit confused. Finally, I told her about my experience with Ricky and how he had enjoyed my food. Mom’s face lit up with joy. “I’m glad he liked it,” she said. “And I’m even happier that you’re starting to feel proud of your roots again.” She paused and looked at me seriously. “Your culture, your traditions, and your food are all a part of who you are.” I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Mom’s words had given me the courage to embrace my identity and share my culture with others. 下水文1 However, I did not get what I was expecting. Instead of disgust or mockery, Ricky's face lit up with genuine curiosity. "That smells amazing! What is it?" he asked, his nose twitching with interest. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to embrace the situation. "It's curry," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. To my surprise, Ricky's eyes widened with excitement. "Can I try some?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he scooped a small portion onto his plate. As he took his first bite, a look of pure delight spread across his face. "This is incredible!" he exclaimed, and soon, other students gathered around, eager to taste the exotic flavors of my lunch. For the first time, I felt a sense of pride in my cultural heritage, and the once-feared lunchtime turned into a celebration of diversity and friendship. After school, I found Mom preparing a sandwich for tomorrow’s lunch, but with a difference. She had incorporated elements of Indian cuisine into the sandwich, creating a fusion that was both familiar and new. "I thought I'd try something different," she said with a smile, noticing my surprise. I felt a surge of gratitude and love for her, realizing that she had understood and respected my desire to fit in while also reminding me of the importance of embracing our roots. That evening, as we sat down to dinner, I shared the story of my day with her, and we laughed and talked about the joy of sharing our culture with others. It was a moment of connection and understanding, and I knew that I would never again be ashamed of the rich culinary traditions that made us who we are. 下水文2 However, I did not get what I was expecting. Instead of disgust or mockery, Ricky's face lit up with genuine curiosity. "That smells amazing! What is it?" he asked, his nose twitching with interest. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to embrace the situation. "It's curry," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. To my surprise, Ricky's eyes widened with excitement. "Can I try some?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he scooped a small portion onto his plate. As he took his first bite, a look of pure delight spread across his face. "This is incredible!" he exclaimed, and soon, other students gathered around, eager to taste the exotic flavors of my lunch. For the first time, I felt a sense of pride in my cultural heritage, and the once-feared lunchtime turned into a celebration of diversity and friendship. After school, I found Mom preparing a sandwich for tomorrow’s lunch, but with a difference. She had incorporated elements of Indian cuisine into the sandwich, creating a fusion that was both familiar and new. "I thought I'd try something different," she said with a smile, noticing my surprise. I felt a surge of gratitude and love for her, realizing that she had understood and respected my desire to fit in while also reminding me of the importance of embracing our roots. That evening, as we sat down to dinner, I shared the story of my day with her, and we laughed and talked about the joy of sharing our culture with others. It was a moment of connection and understanding, and I knew that I would never again be ashamed of the rich culinary traditions that made us who we are. 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 $$