读后续写美食找回奶奶的记忆 课件 -2025届高三下学期英语二轮复习专项

Reading Thinking Plotting Writing Memories in Every Bite Writing continuation it was a thread stitching generations together, a timeless bond woven into the fabric of our family, grounding us in love even as the world changed around us. Reading Thinking Plotting Writing Content Reading Thinking Plotting Writing Reading Growing up, I was always around my grandma Meredith. She was the one who originally inspired my love for cooking and my dream of becoming a chef. Yet, one day I received a text that would turn my whole life around. “Grandma is seriously ill,” the text read. “We need your help in assisting with her care.” Without hesitation, I agreed to travel back home. Thankfully, my boss at the restaurant let me take unpaid leave for the next several months so I could come home to help out with grandma. After driving across several states, I finally got back to our family home in West Virginia. Yet, what I saw was really hard for me to bear. The Meredith I saw then was not the lively, joyful Meredith I had seen while I was growing up. Reading “Tony!” she called to me from her bed, “It’s so good to see you!” “Grandma,” I sighed, “I’m not Tony, That’s dad, your son. I’m Hank.” This was the start of a months-long journey of helping out around the house — cooking, cleaning, and, most of all, keeping grandma in good health and good spirits. Every day, I cooked delicious food to keep everyone’s spirits high. But, secretly, I hoped that cooking some dishes that we had made together in my childhood would somehow help get grandma’s memory of me back, if just for a moment. Stews (炖菜), chops (排骨), roasts — I served all of these to grandma and my parents around the clock. When I wasn’t taking grandma out for a walk in her wheelchair or changing her bed sheets, I was cooking. I had cooked for celebrities while at the restaurant in New York City, but never had I poured my heart out into my meals than I did then for grandma. However, it didn’t work at all. Reading for info Main character I（Hank, the grandson） A chef working in New York City Getting back West Virgina, trying to restore his grandma’s memory Reading for info Does that correspond? Make a comparison Reading for info Main character Meredith（the grandma） Used to be lively and joyful when I growing up Weak, even mistaking him for his father Reading for info Does that correspond? Reading for info Unsolved problem What is the” something simple” I would cook to bring Meredith to old days? Reading for language Growing up, I was always around my grandma Meredith. She was the one who originally inspired my love for cooking and my dream of becoming a chef. Yet, one day I received a text that would turn my whole life around. “Grandma is seriously ill,” the text read. “We need your help in assisting with her care.” Without hesitation, I agreed to travel back home. Thankfully, my boss at the restaurant let me take unpaid leave for the next several months so I could come home to help out with grandma. After driving across several states, I finally got back to our family home in West Virginia. Yet, what I saw was really hard for me to bear. The Meredith I saw then was not the lively, joyful Meredith I had seen while I was growing up. 伴随状语 定语从句 状从省略 主语从句 Language bank Reading for writing 伴随状语 ____________________（站在窗边）, I cut fresh vegetables carefully. Standing by the window Standing by the window, I cut fresh vegetables carefully, with soft music playing in the background, making the afternoon even more peaceful. Reading for writing 伴随状语 Humming a little song, I stirred the soup gently,__________________________________________(阳光洒在我脸上). with the warm sunlight shining on my face Reading for writing 定语从句 The food, _______________________________________(我投入了全部心力的), made my grandmother’s eyes light up with joy, and she praised me for my efforts. into which I poured my whole heart Reading for writing 定语从句 My grandmother, ______________________________________________(在我生命中扮演了重要角色的), gave me an approving nod after tasting the meal, saying it was one of the best things she had ever eaten. who played a significant role in my life Reading for writing 主语从句 __________ came to my mind was a sandwich. It s______ me that my grandma always made me cookies for snack time. What truck Reading for writing 主语从句 __________ came to my mind was a sandwich. It s______ me that my grandma always made me cookies for snack time. What truck Reading for writing 状从省略 __________________________(在切菜时), I suddenly remembered the first time grandma let me hold a knife. While chopping vegetables, While chopping vegetables, I suddenly remembered the first time grandma let me hold a knife, her hands gently guiding mine as she taught me how to make a stew. Reading for writing 状从省略 ________________________(吃完饭后), grandma reached out to hold my hand, her voice filled with gratitude as she said, “Hank. I’ll never forget you again.” After finishing the meal Reading for writing 状从省略 ————————————————————————————————（当意识到奶奶的记忆终于恢复了）, I hugged her tightly. When realizing grandma’s memory had finally returned When realizing grandma’s memory had finally returned, I hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face as she whispered, “Hank, you’ve grown so much.” possible version 1 Then I decided to make something simple. What came to my mind was a sandwich. When I was a child, my grandma always made me a sandwich for breakfast. It was the most delicious sandwich in the world. Since then, I have dreamt about being a chef. The sandwich made by my grandma has two layers, the first layer with ham, and the second layer with vegetable salad. So I made a sandwich the way my grandmother did. Then I gave it to my grandma, hoping it could help her remember me. possible version 1 After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name-my actual name. I was so excited that I hugged her, saying “Finally, you remember me!” “My dear, you come back. I miss you so much.” My grandma said happily with tears rolling down her face. In the following days, I accompanied my grandma and took care of her. Soon she recovered. It is not only the sandwich but also grandma’s love for me that helps her recover. possible version 2 I would make buttermilk biscuits, a childhood favorite. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as I gathered butter, milk, flour, and baking powder. As I mixed the dough, Grandma’s voice from years ago echoed in my mind: “Gently now, don’t overwork it.” Though she could no longer guide me in the present, her words still carried the same warmth and reassurance they did when I was a boy. When the oven chimed, I placed the golden biscuits on a plate and served them to her. She smiled softly, her eyes still clouded with confusion, mistaking me for her son. possible version 2 “Hank”, that familiar word, spoken with sudden clarity, transported me back to my golden childhood, to days filled with carefree laughter and her gentle guidance, before time had stolen her health. Tears welled in my eyes as I reached for her hands, holding them gently in mine. It was then that I realized her biscuit recipe was more than just a skill she had taught me—it was a thread stitching generations together, a timeless bond woven into the fabric of our family, grounding us in love even as the world changed around us. $$