专题22读后续写之场景描写（培优专练）（全国通用）2027年高考英语一轮复习高效培优系列

**基本信息** 聚焦读后续写场景描写，构建“多感描写—动静结合—伏笔照应”三阶方法体系，通过真题改编典例系统培养细腻感官表达与逻辑闭环能力。 **专项设计** |模块|题量/典例|方法提炼|知识逻辑| |----|-----------|----------|----------| |多感描写|4篇（含海滨夜景/老阁楼）|冷暖感官反差法，覆盖视/听/触/嗅四层描写|从强刺激到弱感官，契合新课标内敛表达趋势| |动静结合|4篇（含乡村观星/陶艺工坊）|以静衬动+以动衬静双线写法，固定静景与动态对比|静态场景烘托情绪→动态细节推动心态转变| |伏笔照应|4篇（含支教文具/木船记忆）|物象/环境/人物三层伏笔闭环，显性道具与隐性情感呼应|道具线索贯穿全文，实现情节逻辑与情感升华统一|

专题22读后续写之场景描写（培优专练） 目录 真题·命题感知............................................................................................................................................................01 进阶·强化演练............................................................................................................................................................11 拔高·模拟预测............................................................................................................................................................23 真题·命题感知 第一部分：多感描写 Passage 1 2026·全国II卷同源真题改编，原卷社交矛盾情绪考点剥离，定向强化逆境舒缓类多感描写；全新海滨夜景题材，主打负面情绪疏导、自我心态和解。 原题文本 I suffered from huge pressure from midterm exams and failed my favorite physics test. Blamed by my teacher and trapped in self-doubt, I slipped out of my house at dusk and walked to the quiet coastal beach alone. The seaside was nearly deserted at night. Overwhelmed by frustration, I sat silently on the rough sandy shore, staring blankly at the distant dark sea. I was convinced that I could never make progress in my academic study. Just then, an old fisherman with a wooden fishing net sat down beside me, noticing my low spirits. 续写段落开头： 1. The fisherman started a casual conversation with me gently. 2. As midnight came, I stood up and prepared to head home. 核心考点说明 1. 核心专项考点：多感分层描写；考核负面压抑冷感官→治愈柔和暖感官反差写法； 2. 感官布局：第一段用大海夜景强冷感官烘托自卑沮丧；第二段用夜间海风、海潮、海腥柔和感官体现释然顿悟； 3. 阅卷硬性得分标准：必须覆盖视觉、听觉、触觉、嗅觉四类感官，感官细节服务心理转折，单纯动作描写直接降档； 4. 独有场景：城郊夜间海滩，无历史重复。 Passage 2 2025·全国I卷改编，剥离原卷农场成长考点，全新打造老阁楼亲情怀旧场景；专攻高考高频弱感官细腻多感描写，阅卷拔高亮点题型。 原题文本 I was occupied with tight high school coursework and rarely spent time with my grandmother. On a rainy summer afternoon, I visited my grandparents’ old cottage. Grandma invited me to tidy the dusty attic full of her old collections. The attic had been closed for years, stacked with old gramophones, vintage postcards and handmade wool crafts. I felt bored and impatient at the beginning, longing to go back home to finish my homework. Noticing my boredom, Grandma decided to play an old classic record on the dusty gramophone for me. 续写段落开头： 1. As the music played, I gradually calmed down and explored the attic carefully. 2. When the rain stopped, I walked out of the warm attic with grandma. 核心考点说明 1. 核心专项考点：细腻弱多感描写（高考高分区分考点）；侧重室内静态场景多维感官刻画； 2. 命题考向：依托视听嗅触柔和感官，刻画不耐烦→沉静共情→珍惜亲情的分层情绪； 3. 场景属性：复古室内阁楼亲情场景，全网无重复，区别所有户外、校园、公共场景； 4. 命题趋势：新课标偏爱内敛弱感官描写，规避激烈强刺激险境感官。 第二部分：动静结合 Passage 1 2025・全国 II 卷读后续写（跨文化成长）改编，剥离原卷文化冲突考点，全新打造乡村夜晚观星题材，定向强化动静结合场景描写。 原文材料 I spent my summer vacation in my grandpa’s quiet mountain village, far away from city neon lights. I was obsessed with mobile phones all day and thought rural life boring and dull. Grandpa owned an old telescope placed on the stone rooftop. One cloudless night, he dragged me to the rooftop and asked me to put down my phone and watch the night sky. I leaned lazily against the stone railing, staring blankly at the dark sky without any interest, eager to get back to my video games. Grandpa did not blame me, just pointed to the distant silent hills and told me to calm down and observe carefully. 续写段首句 I put my phone aside and fixed my eyes on the sky above the village. When midnight arrived, I unwillingly prepared to head back to my bedroom. 核心考点说明 核心技法：动静结合，双重考查以静衬动、以动衬静； 命题要求：第一段静态远山、寂静天台烘托内心浮躁，搭配人物缓慢观测动态；第二段静态整片星空为底色，流星、晚风、虫鸣细微动态反衬夜空静谧； 阅卷硬性标准：两段必须同时存在固定静景 + 人 / 自然动态，依靠动静反差体现浮躁→沉醉的心态转变，无分层动静描写直接降档。 Passage 2 2026・浙江卷读后续写（乡村非遗）改编，全新陶艺工坊室内场景，专项强化动静结合，侧重室内手工场景动静对比。 原文材料 My uncle ran a traditional ceramic workshop in the town. I visited him during holiday and tried to make clay cups. At first, I lost patience easily. The cold hard clay slipped out of my hands again and again, and my rough shaping made every clay blank ugly and crooked. Frustration washed over me, and I wanted to give up the handicraft immediately. Uncle did not comfort me directly. He sat beside the rotating pottery wheel and showed me his steady skilled movements, letting me watch silently and learn to calm down. 续写段首句 I took a deep breath and sat down in front of the pottery wheel again. Hours later, my finished clay cup was placed on the wooden shelf to air-dry. 核心考点说明 核心技法：动静结合；依托工坊固定静物、旋转陶轮、手部塑形动作形成强烈画面反差； 命题逻辑：第一段静态工坊器物烘托内心烦躁，手部塑形动态体现心态平复；第二段静态木架、柔和天光搭配风干、釉料流动细微动态，升华坚守匠心主题； 场景独有性：室内非遗手工工坊，和所有户外、校园、家庭场景无重复。 第三部分：伏笔照应 Passage 1 2025・全国II 卷读后续写（乡村志愿）改编，剥离原卷劳动情节，重构山区支教全新叙事，加密文具、明信片、山路三重伏笔，侧重跨时空物象闭环照应。 完整原文文本 I took a one-month volunteer teaching program in a remote mountain village primary school last summer. The rough mountain road was muddy and slippery whenever it rained, and few vehicles could reach the village. Before I left the city, I packed a box of colorful watercolor pens and blank postcards, planning to draw mountain scenery with my students. Among all the kids, a quiet girl named Mia impressed me most. She sat in the corner every day, never talking actively and too shy to show her drawings. I once noticed she secretly copied the mountain outlines on waste paper, but hid her works immediately when I looked over. I gave her a set of watercolor pens alone and told her she could send me postcards after I left. Mia nodded without a word, clutching the pens tightly in her palms. The one-month volunteer period soon came to an end. On my leaving day, Mia did not appear to see me off, which made me a little upset. I thought she might forget our promise of exchanging postcards. 续写段落开头 Half a month after returning to the city, I received a thick envelope from the mountain village. The next summer vacation, I packed my paint tools and headed back to the mountain school again. 核心考点说明 三层预埋高考标准伏笔 ①物象伏笔：水彩画笔、空白手绘明信片（全文核心线索）； ②环境伏笔：雨天泥泞难行的山间土路； ③人物性格伏笔：Mia 内向腼腆、默默热爱绘画、信守约定； 硬性阅卷要求：两段必须完成道具显性照应 + 环境前后对比 + 人物性格闭环三组完整呼应，无多层照应直接扣除逻辑高分档； 场景唯一性：山区乡村支教，无重复旧场景。 Passage 2 2026・全国 II 卷读后续写（代际亲情）改编，全新江边码头木船题材，主打老旧器物伏笔 + 时光环境隐性对照 完整原文文本 I had a bad quarrel with my grandpa during the summer holiday. Grandpa spent almost all his spare time repairing his decades-old wooden fishing boat moored at the riverside dock. I thought repairing the worn boat was a waste of time, and asked him to sell the useless old boat for a new fishing kayak. Grandpa refused firmly, saying the boat carried all his youthful memories with my late grandma. One afternoon, I lost my temper and rushed back to the city without saying goodbye. Before leaving, I accidentally knocked over a small wooden fish carving that Grandpa had made for me when I was little, leaving it cracked on the dock ground. I felt regretful the moment I got on the bus, yet I was too stubborn to turn back and apologize. Months passed, I kept thinking about the quarrel and the broken wooden fish every day. Finally, I decided to take a train back to the riverside village to make peace with Grandpa. 续写段落开头 When I arrived at the riverside dock, I spotted Grandpa sitting beside the old wooden boat. Before I left the village the next morning, I helped Grandpa fix the wooden boat together. 核心考点说明 三层原文预埋伏笔 ①物象伏笔：三十年老旧木渔船、手工木雕小鱼（核心双线道具）； ②环境伏笔：常年停靠木船的江边码头； ③人物情感伏笔：木船承载祖辈夫妻回忆、“我” 冲动倔强、内心藏有愧疚； 命题考向：第一段依托木雕、旧船道具完成愧疚情绪转折；第二段码头环境 + 共同修船完成亲情和解闭环，侧重器物承载记忆类隐性主旨照应； 独有场景：江边码头渔船，区别所有室内、校园、山野题材。 进阶·强化演练 Passage 1 2025年全国I卷改编——雨夜蛋糕店 本题改编自2025年新课标I卷读后续写题源材料（原题主题为“陌生人善意”），在原题基础上强化了嗅觉、听觉、触觉等多感描写设计。 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。 It was the night before Emily‘s sixteenth birthday, and the rain showed no sign of stopping. She sat alone in her grandmother’s empty bakery, which had been closed for six months since Grandma passed away. The wooden shelves were dusty, the display cases empty, but the faint smell of cinnamon and butter still lingered in the air—as if the walls themselves refused to let go of the memory. Emily had come to say goodbye. The bakery would be sold tomorrow, and she needed one last night to remember. She ran her fingers along the worn wooden counter, feeling the tiny grooves carved by decades of rolling dough. The rain beat against the front window in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat she could feel in her chest. She closed her eyes and listened: the drip-drip from the leaky ceiling, the creak of the old floorboards under her weight, the distant rumble of thunder rolling across the sky. Then she heard something else—a soft scratching at the back door. Her heart jumped. She grabbed a rolling pin and crept toward the sound, her wet shoes squeaking against the tile floor. When she opened the door, a small, soaked figure stood shivering in the rain. It was a boy about her age, holding a crumpled paper bag. “I‘m sorry,” he stammered, his teeth chattering. “I saw the light. I haven’t eaten in two days. My mom… she used to bring me here when I was little. She always said your grandma made the best cinnamon rolls in the world.” Emily stared at him. Then she looked past him at the rain—cold, endless, relentless. She remembered the warmth of her grandmother’s kitchen on days like this: the steam rising from the oven, the sticky sweetness of fresh rolls, the sound of Grandma humming while she kneaded dough. Without a word, Emily pulled the boy inside. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: Emily lit the old oven and began to search the cupboards for ingredients. Paragraph 2: When the first batch of cinnamon rolls came out of the oven, the entire bakery seemed to come alive again. Passage 2 2026年八省联考改编——清晨渔港 本题改编自2026年八省联考读后续写模拟题源材料（主题为“祖孙亲情”），在原题基础上强化了视觉、嗅觉、触觉的晨间渔港场景描写。 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。 Every summer, my grandfather took me fishing at daybreak. “The fish are most honest before the sun gets greedy,” he would say, his weathered hands tying knots that I could never untangle. I was twelve that year, old enough to hold the rod steady but still young enough to believe Grandpa knew everything. The harbor at dawn was a world of grey and silver. The sky was the color of a pigeon’s wing, with thin clouds streaked like feathers. The water moved in slow, sleepy ripples, and the wooden dock smelled of salt, seaweed, and the faint tang of diesel from distant boats. Grandpa sat beside me, his old canvas hat pulled low, the line of his jaw sharp against the pale morning light. That morning, something changed. The bait bucket slipped from my hands—clatter, splash, gone. The shrimp scattered into the dark water, disappearing before I could grab them. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my eyes burning. Grandpa said nothing. He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded paper bag. Inside were dried sardines—his secret stash, he later told me, for “emergencies and grandchildren.” He threaded one onto my hook with the same slow, steady fingers that had tied my shoelaces when I was five. “Watch,” he said softly. And we watched. The first ray of sun broke over the harbor wall, turning the grey water into a sheet of liquid gold. A heron lifted from the pier, its wings catching the light. Then—tap, tap—my line tugged. “He‘s there,” Grandpa whispered. “Don’t rush. Let him believe he found you first.” 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: I held my breath as the line pulled tighter, the rod bending in my hands. Paragraph 2: When we finally walked back along the dock, the sun was high and the harbor was wide awake. Passage 3 2025年浙江1月首考改编——老钟楼 本题改编自2025年1月浙江首考读后续写题源材料（主题为“传承与记忆”），在原题基础上强化了“静景”与“动势”交替出现的场景设计。 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。 The old clock tower had stood in the center of our town for over a hundred years. It had survived two wars, three floods, and countless storms, its hands still turning, its bell still ringing, though fewer and fewer people bothered to look up anymore. My grandfather had been the clock keeper—the man who climbed the narrow spiral stairs every week to wind the mechanism, to oil the gears, to whisper to the brass wheels as if they were old friends. He passed away last winter. Since then, no one had taken his place. The clock kept running, but I noticed, week by week, the hands began to lag. Five minutes slow. Then ten. Then fifteen. No one seemed to care except me. One afternoon in late spring, I climbed the stairs myself. The wood creaked under my feet—the same creak Grandpa had once said sounded like a cat purring. At the top, I found the clock room: dusty, dim, and perfectly still. The massive gears hung motionless, frozen mid-turn, as if they had simply stopped breathing. The silence was so thick I could hear my own heartbeat. Then I saw the old leather journal, open on the workbench. In Grandpa’s shaky handwriting, a single sentence: “A clock that stops is a town that forgets to breathe.” I turned the first page, then the second. The journal was filled with his notes—dates, oiling schedules, little observations. But the last entry was different. It said: “The weight cable is frayed. I don’t have the strength to fix it. Maybe someone else will.” I felt something cold settle in my chest. Grandpa had known. He had written this for someone to find. He had written it for me. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: I reached out and touched the frayed cable, my fingers trembling against the cold steel. Paragraph 2: Three weeks later, the clock tower bell rang again—and this time, the whole town stopped to listen. Passage 4 2026年全国II卷改编——废弃篮球场 本题改编自2026年新高考II卷模拟题源材料（主题为“成长与告别”），在原题基础上强化了“废弃球场”中静物与动态回忆的交织描写。 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。 The basketball court behind the old school hadn‘t been used in years. The asphalt was cracked, the hoops rusted, and weeds pushed through the concrete like stubborn fingers reaching for the sky. But for me, it was sacred ground—the place where my brother Jake had taught me to play when I was seven. That was eight years ago. Jake was gone now—not dead, but far away, across the country, chasing a basketball career that had swallowed him whole. He had left at eighteen, promising to come back, but I hadn’t seen him since. The court had waited. So had I. I stood at the free-throw line, the only spot on the court where the asphalt was still smooth—worn down by Jake‘s countless practice shots. I closed my eyes and could still hear the echo: the thump-thump of the ball, the swish of the net, Jake’s voice calling, “Elbows in. Follow through. Don‘t watch the ball—watch the rim.” The wind blew through the chain-link fence, rattling the loose links like a skeleton’s fingers. I kicked a loose pebble and watched it skitter across the cracked surface. Then I saw it—a faded yellow mark on the backboard, right above the rim. Jake had put it there with a piece of chalk. “Aim for the spot,” he had said. “If you hit the spot, the ball goes in every time.” I hadn‘t touched a basketball in two years. The game had always been Jake’s, never mine. But on that empty court, with the afternoon sun casting long shadows, I reached into the weeds and picked up a rusted ball that someone had left behind. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: The ball was flat and scuffed, but it still fit in my hands. Paragraph 2: I didn‘t hear the footsteps, but I felt the shadow fall across the free-throw line. Passage 5 2025年全国二卷改编——白围巾 本题改编自2025年全国乙卷读后续写题源材料（主题为“代际传承”），在原题基础上设计了“白围巾”作为核心象征物的伏笔照应链条。 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。 My grandmother knitted a white scarf for me the winter I was born. It was too big then—she said I‘d grow into it—and she had been right. I wore it every winter without fail for eighteen years. The yarn had softened with age, the edges slightly frayed, but the tiny blue star she had knitted near the bottom remained as bright as the day she finished it. Grandma passed away when I was ten, but I never stopped wearing the scarf. It was my luck charm, my comfort, the warmest thing in my closet. My friends made fun of it—“It looks like a cloud got stuck in a washing machine,” Mark once joked—but I didn’t care. Every time I wrapped it around my neck, I could still smell her lavender soap. That year, our school organized a winter charity drive for the homeless shelter downtown. The teacher asked us to bring warm clothes to donate. I packed an old jacket, a pair of gloves, and was about to close the bag when my mother walked in. “What about the scarf?” she asked, pointing to the white yarn hanging over my chair. I froze. “Not the scarf.” “It‘s old. It’s too short for you now. And someone out there needs it more than you do.” I wanted to argue, but she was right. The scarf barely reached my chest now. I pulled it off the chair and held it for a long moment, my thumb tracing the blue star over and over. Then I folded it—carefully, as if it were made of glass—and placed it in the bag. At the shelter, I helped distribute the donations. I watched a young boy, no more than eight, rummage through the pile and pull out the white scarf. He held it up, and I saw his face light up. He wrapped it around his neck—twice, three times—and buried his nose in the soft yarn. Then he ran off to show his mother. I smiled. It hurt. But I smiled. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: Three years later, I walked into the same shelter to volunteer again. Paragraph 2: The boy pulled the scarf from his own neck and held it out to me, his eyes shining. Passage 6 2026年山东模拟改编——玻璃罐 本题改编自2026年山东模拟考读后续写题源材料（主题为“邻里温情”），设计了“玻璃罐”作为伏笔照应的核心意象。 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。 My neighbor Mrs. Gable was a woman of habits. She watered her roses every morning at exactly 7:15. She swept her porch every afternoon at 4:30. And every evening, just before sunset, she carried a small glass jar out to her front porch and placed it on the rail, where the last light would catch it. I had watched her do this for years. The jar was nothing special—just a mason jar with a scratched surface and a dented lid. But when the sun hit it at the right angle, it threw tiny rainbows across the porch, across her face, across the sleeping cat at her feet. One afternoon, I found Mrs. Gable sitting on her porch steps, the jar in her hands. She looked tired—more tired than I had ever seen her. “It’s my husband‘s,” she said without looking up. “He made it for me the year we were married. He said the jar would always catch the sunset for me, even when he couldn’t anymore.” He had passed away twenty years ago. I sat beside her. She smiled faintly and placed the jar in my hands. “You take it,” she said. “I won‘t be needing it soon.” I tried to refuse, but she closed my fingers around the cool glass. “Just keep it safe,” she whispered. “And when the time comes—you’ll know what to do.” She passed away that winter. Her house stood empty for months, then a new family moved in—a young couple with a little girl who had bright eyes and curious hands. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: I watched the new family from my window, the glass jar still sitting on my own porch rail. Paragraph 2: The little girl found me in my garden, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and held up the jar. 拔高·模拟预测 Passage 1 2026年1月江苏省南京市·盐城市高三期末改编——祖母的花园 （主题为“纪念缅怀·温暖传承”），在原题基础上强化了嗅觉、触觉、听觉等多感描写设计。 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。 My grandmother’s garden was her sanctuary. For sixty years, she had tended to it with the patience of a woman who understood that some things cannot be rushed. The roses were her pride—deep crimson ones that climbed the trellis, pale pink ones that lined the stone path. The air around them always smelled of honey and damp earth, a scent I had known since I could walk. She taught me everything: how to pinch the dead heads, how to tell when the soil was thirsty, how to listen to the garden. “A garden talks,” she would say, her gnarled fingers brushing the petals. “You just have to be quiet enough to hear it.” And I did hear it—the bees humming their lazy song, the leaves rustling in the breeze, the soft thud of a fallen apple meeting the grass. She passed away last spring. The garden, without her, began to change. The roses grew wild, tangling into thickets. Weeds pushed through the gravel. The trellis groaned under the weight of untamed vines. My parents wanted to sell the house, but I begged them to wait—just one more summer. I needed to say goodbye properly. On the first Saturday of June, I walked into the garden alone. The gate squeaked on its rusty hinges—a sound I had not heard since I was a child. I stood in the center, surrounded by chaos, and tried to remember the order she had left. But the only order I could find was in my memory: the feeling of her hand on mine, guiding the pruning shears; the taste of her warm strawberry jam on toast; the sound of her humming a song from her childhood. I knelt by the rose trellis and touched the rough bark. “I don’t know how to save you,” I whispered. And then, I heard it—not a voice, but a breeze that carried the faintest scent of honey, as if the garden was answering me. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I stood up and began to work, my hands finding movements I had forgotten. Paragraph 2: When my parents came to check on me at sunset, they stopped at the gate in silence. Passage 2 2026年1月广东省佛山市高三一模改编——暴雨中的公交车 （主题为“成长发现·别样闪光”），在原题基础上强化了视觉、听觉、触觉的多感场景描写。 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。 The summer rain came without warning. One moment the sky was clear, the next it had torn open, pouring water onto the streets in thick, grey sheets. I stood under the bus shelter with a dozen other strangers, my schoolbag clutched to my chest, watching the rain turn the road into a river. I was seventeen, impatient, and convinced that this was the worst possible end to the worst possible day. The air smelled of wet asphalt and car exhaust, heavy and suffocating. The bus was late—as usual. The man beside me, an elderly gentleman in a worn-out coat, coughed into his elbow and murmured something I could not catch. A crack of thunder rolled across the sky, so loud that I felt it in my ribcage. The woman next to me jumped and dropped her shopping bag. Oranges spilled across the wet pavement, rolling into the gutter. She gasped, and before I could think, I bent down to help her. We reached for the same orange—the last one—and our fingers brushed. Her hands were cold and trembling. She smiled at me, a tired, grateful smile. “Thank you, dear,” she said. And then she told me her name was Mrs. Chen, and she was on her way to visit her husband in the hospital. “He’s been there for three months,” she said softly. “I visit him every day. The rain doesn’t stop me.” I looked at her—her thin coat, her shaking hands, the small, faded umbrella she held that would barely cover one person, let alone two. The rain continued to fall, relentless, drumming against the shelter roof like a thousand tiny fists. The bus finally arrived, its headlights cutting through the grey. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: As we stepped onto the bus, I made a decision. Paragraph 2: When we reached the hospital stop, Mrs. Chen turned to me with tears in her eyes. Passage 3 2026年1月湖北省黄冈市高三期末改编——老钢琴 （主题为“邻里温情·双向奔赴”），在原题基础上设计了“老钢琴”作为动静交替的核心场景。 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。 The piano had sat in the corner of Mrs. Lin’s living room for forty years. It was a silent monument to a life she had once lived—when her fingers had flown across the keys, when music had filled every room of her small apartment. Now, the keys were yellowed, the pedals stiff with disuse, and a thin layer of dust covered the polished wood. I was her neighbor, a college student who had moved into the building two years ago. We had never spoken much—just nods in the hallway, the occasional “good morning.” But every evening at exactly six o’clock, I heard it: the faintest sound of a single note, played once, and then silence. It was so quiet that I sometimes wondered if I had imagined it. One evening, I knocked on her door. She opened it slowly, her face lined with age, her eyes tired but sharp. “I heard the note,” I said. “Every evening. The same one.” She stared at me for a long moment. Then she stepped aside and let me in. The room was frozen in time. Photographs covered the walls—a young man in uniform, a wedding, children I did not recognize. The piano sat in the corner, immobile, like a great beast that had fallen asleep and never woken. Mrs. Lin sat down on the bench. Her hands hovered over the keys, trembling, not quite touching them. “He bought this for me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “My husband. He said I played like an angel. That was before the war, before he left, before everything stopped.” She pressed one key—the same note I heard every evening—and then she stopped. “I can’t play anymore,” she said. “My hands. They don’t listen.” I looked at the piano, at the dust, at the frozen photographs. The only movement in the room was the slow drift of dust motes in the evening light. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I walked over to the piano and sat beside her on the bench. Paragraph 2: The next evening, I heard something different from Mrs. Lin’s apartment. Passage 4 2026年1月广东省大湾区高三一模改编——空荡的教室 （主题为“温情回忆·弥补遗憾”），在原题基础上强化了“静物”与“动态记忆”交织的描写。 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。 The classroom was empty, and I was the only one left. Graduation was tomorrow, and everyone had already gone home to celebrate with their families. But I needed one more moment—one last look at the room that had held my teenage years. The desks sat in neat rows, silent and patient, their surfaces scarred with years of graffiti. I walked to my usual seat, the one by the window, and ran my fingers along the carved initials. A bird sang somewhere outside, its song the only sound in the stillness. I remembered the first day I walked into this room—scared, lost, convinced I would never belong. My classmates were loud, their laughter bouncing off the walls. I sat in the back and said nothing. But over the years, the silence had broken. I had found friends, found a voice, found a version of myself I had not known existed. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting long, golden rectangles across the floor. The dust particles floated in the beams, slow and aimless, like memories waiting to be caught. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and unfolded it—a letter I had started writing three years ago. It was addressed to my class, a thank-you I had never had the courage to finish. I read the first line: “I was the quiet girl in the back row.” And then I stopped. The words felt too small, too simple for what I really wanted to say. The classroom was so quiet that I could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second a small goodbye. I picked up a pen and began to rewrite. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: The pen moved across the paper, and suddenly the room began to fill with everything I had never said. Paragraph 2: I left the letter on the teacher’s desk and walked out of the classroom. Passage 5 2025年全国二卷改编（江苏卷题源迁移）——父亲的信 本题改编自2025年全国二卷读后续写真题核心主题（“亲情与和解”），结合2026年1月江苏省南京市、盐城市高三期末“纪念缅怀·温暖传承”话题方向改编，设计了“信件”作为伏笔照应核心意象。 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。 My father was never a man of letters. He showed his love through action—fixing my bike, making breakfast, driving me to school in silence. He had a way of rubbing the back of his neck when he was nervous, a gesture I had inherited without realizing it. We understood each other without words. Or so I thought. When I turned eighteen, I announced that I was moving across the country for college. He nodded and said, “Good for you.” That was all. No speech. No hug. Just those two words. The week before I left, I found a box in the attic. It was hidden behind old Christmas decorations, dusty and unremarkable. Inside, I found letters—dozens of them, all addressed to me, all never sent. The handwriting was my father’s, small and careful, as if each word had been weighed before it was written. I opened the first one. It was dated the day I was born. “Dear Son, I held you today for the first time. I don’t know how to say this out loud, so I’m writing it down. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I promise to be the father you deserve—even if I don’t always know how.” I sat down on the dusty floor, my legs unable to hold me. I read the next letter, and the next. Each one was dated—birthdays, first days of school, the day I broke my arm, the day I came home crying because I had been bullied. He had written to me for eighteen years, and he had never shown me a single word. “I wanted to tell you how proud I am,” one letter read, “but the words get stuck somewhere between my heart and my mouth.” The final letter was dated the day I told him I was moving. “I’m going to miss you more than you will ever know. But I’ll be here, writing letters you will never read, because that’s the only way I know how to love you out loud.” 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I walked downstairs with the letters in my hands, my heart pounding. Paragraph 2: That night, I began writing a letter of my own. Passage 6 2026年1月浙江省某市高三期末改编——雨中的红伞 （主题为“成长中的领悟与和解”），结合2024年全国卷“承诺与诚信”的伏笔设计思路，设计了“红伞”作为象征物的伏笔照应链条。 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。 My mother gave me a red umbrella on my fifteenth birthday. “For the rainy days,” she said with a smile. “Whenever you open it, remember that I’m thinking of you.” I laughed and told her it was just an umbrella, but I kept it anyway—folded carefully in my schoolbag, even when the sky was clear. That was three years ago. My mother had passed away that winter—suddenly, quietly, in her sleep. The red umbrella had been her last gift to me. I took it everywhere, though I rarely opened it. It felt too precious, too fragile, too filled with her. One rainy afternoon, I was walking home from school when I saw a girl sitting on a bench near the park. She was maybe ten, soaking wet, her school uniform clinging to her thin shoulders. She was crying—not loudly, but with the quiet, hopeless sobs of someone who had given up on being found. I stopped. I recognized the bench. It was the same bench where my mother used to sit and wait for me after school, holding the red umbrella, waving when she saw me cross the street. I walked toward the girl and knelt in front of her. “Are you lost?” I asked. She nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her wet hand. She pointed to the empty bus stop across the road. “I missed the bus,” she whispered. “And my phone is dead. And I don’t know anyone here.” I looked at the rain. I looked at the red umbrella in my bag. The last time I had opened it was the day of her funeral—I had opened it over her grave, just to feel her with me one last time. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I pulled out the red umbrella and opened it over both of us. Paragraph 2: When her mother arrived, I watched from the bench as the red umbrella sat beside me, closed and dripping. 2 原创精品资源学科网独家享有版权，侵权必究！ 17 / 32 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 $ 专题22读后续写之场景描写（培优专练） 目录 真题·命题感知............................................................................................................................................................01 进阶·强化演练............................................................................................................................................................11 拔高·模拟预测............................................................................................................................................................23 真题·命题感知 第一部分：多感描写 Passage 1 高分范文（加粗=多感描写得分点，标注感官类型） Paragraph 1 The fisherman started a casual conversation with me gently. Dark navy waves rolled slowly toward the bank, swallowing the faint twilight on the horizon（视觉）. Cold salty sea wind brushed my cheeks, bringing a strong fishy ocean smell（触觉+嗅觉）. I could hear monotonous loud roars of tide hitting the rugged reefs continuously, making my depressed mood heavier（听觉）. I told him my confusion and academic anxiety in a low voice. The kind fisherman patted my shoulder softly and told me tides ebbed and flowed, just like temporary ups and downs in life. No failure could last forever. Paragraph 2 As midnight came, I stood up and prepared to head home. The pale silver moonlight spread all over the sparkling sea surface, brightening the dark shoreline（视觉）. The wind turned mild and warm against my skin, and the tide sound became soft and soothing（触觉+听觉）. Fresh mixed scent of seaweed and wet sand filled the air, calming my chaotic thoughts completely（嗅觉）. All the depression and self-doubt faded away with the receding tide. I took one last look at the peaceful ocean and made up my mind to face setbacks bravely and keep practicing physics patiently. Passage 2 高分范文（加粗=多感描写得分点，标注感官类型） Paragraph 1 As the music played, I gradually calmed down and explored the attic carefully. Dim warm lamplight scattered over the worn wooden cabinets and yellowed old postcards（视觉）. Soft slow old melody flowed gently in the small enclosed space（听觉）. I breathed in the unique mixed scent of aged wood, old paper and faint camphor fragrance（嗅觉）. My fingers brushed over the soft thick handmade wool blankets and rough vintage record shells gently（触觉）. The quiet attic and soft multi-sense details swept away my impetuous boredom. I began to listen to grandma’s old childhood stories patiently. Paragraph 57">Paragraph 2 When the rain stopped, I walked out of the warm attic with grandma. The fresh humid air after rain wrapped around us, sweeping away the attic’s dry dusty smell（触觉+嗅觉）. Bright golden sunset filtered through the cottage window, casting soft warm shadows on the wooden floor（视觉）. I could hear crisp summer cicada chirps outside the house after the rainy day（听觉）. I hugged grandma tightly, realizing I had ignored the most precious family time because of busy schoolwork. I promised to accompany her regularly no matter how heavy my study task was. ✅ 第二部分：动静结合 Passage 1 高分范文（<strong>静态景物加粗</strong>，动态描写斜体） Paragraph 1 I put my phone aside and fixed my eyes on the sky above the village. <strong>Dark rolling hills stood motionless in the distance, and the whole village lay still without bright lights</strong>（静态：远山、沉寂村落，铺垫单调压抑氛围）. I slowly adjusted the lens of the telescope and moved my sight little by little across the vast dark sky（人物慢动态）. A few faint fireflies floated above the wild grass downstairs, their tiny glows moving gently in the quiet night（景物动态）. The silent surrounding made my small movements extremely clear. Gradually, I forgot about my phone and focused all my attention on the mysterious night sky. Paragraph 2 When midnight arrived, I unwillingly prepared to head back to my bedroom. <strong>The endless deep blue sky hung steadily over the rooftop, dotted with countless still twinkling stars</strong>（静态：整片星空全景，温柔宁静基调）. A bright shooting star swept rapidly across the sky and faded in a flash, while soft wind brushed my cheeks and crickets sang low tunes in the weeds（流星、晚风、虫鸣动态，以动衬静）. I stood rooted to the stone platform, reluctant to leave such amazing scenery. This night taught me that real beauty hides in quiet natural scenes if we are willing to put aside digital distractions. Passage 2 高分范文（<strong>静态景物加粗</strong>，动态描写斜体） Paragraph 1 I took a deep breath and sat down in front of the pottery wheel again. <strong>Rows of finished plain clay vases stood neatly on solid wooden shelves, and the quiet workshop was filled with fixed pottery tools laid out on the stone counter</strong>（静态：工坊陈列器物，冷清压抑基调）. I pressed the clay tightly onto the spinning wheel, moving my palms slowly up and down to smooth the crooked surface repeatedly（人物塑形动态）. The wheel whirled nonstop, and tiny clay scraps fell down to the ground with every gentle touch（器物动态）. The quiet workshop calmed my anxious heart. I slowed down my movements and concentrated on shaping the clay blank carefully. Paragraph 2 Hours later, my finished clay cup was placed on the wooden shelf to air-dry. <strong>Soft golden sunlight stayed steady at the window, covering the whole silent workshop with warm light</strong>（静态：天光、安静工坊，温暖治愈底色）. Uncle dipped a thin brush in colored glaze and swept the liquid evenly over my cup, making bright colors flow slowly along the clay surface（上釉动态）. I stood beside the shelf and watched my handmade work quietly, a sense of achievement rising inside me. This experience made me realize that all beautiful traditional crafts require patience and steady repeated efforts. 第三部分：伏笔照应 Passage 1 高分范文（加粗 = 所有伏笔照应得分点） Paragraph 1 Half a month after returning to the city, I received a thick envelope from the mountain village. Inside lay dozens of hand-drawn postcards, all painted with the rolling green mountains I once taught Mia to draw（明信片物象伏笔显性照应）. Every picture was colored with bright pigments from the watercolor pens I gave her on my last day（画笔道具二次呼应）. On the back of each card, Mia wrote short sentences, saying she walked along the muddy mountain road every weekend to send the mails alone（照应泥泞山路环境伏笔）. I realized the quiet little girl never broke her promise, and her shyness never stopped her from keeping in touch with me. Warmth flooded my heart as I stared at these delicate drawings. Paragraph 2 The next summer vacation, I packed my paint tools and headed back to the mountain school again. The mountain road was still muddy after light rain, but I walked forward without hesitation, eager to meet Mia（环境伏笔闭环）. As soon as I stepped into the classroom, Mia ran toward me, holding a stack of new blank postcards in her hands. She told me she had saved wild fruit money to buy more drawing paper, and hoped we could create more mountain paintings together（人物信守承诺性格伏笔升华照应）. We sat by the window and drew the whole village scenery side by side. This experience taught me that sincere connection can cross long distances and break inner timidity. Passage 2 高分范文（加粗 = 全部伏笔照应得分点） Paragraph 1 When I arrived at the riverside dock, I spotted Grandpa sitting beside the old wooden boat. The weathered wooden boat was still moored quietly at the familiar riverside dock, just as it had been every summer（环境伏笔隐性照应）. In Grandpa’s hands lay the cracked wooden fish carving I knocked over in our quarrel（木雕物象显性照应）; he was carefully gluing its broken edges gently. Grandpa told me every scratch on the old boat recorded happy moments with my grandma, which explained why he refused to sell it（旧船记忆伏笔呼应）. Shame swept over me completely. I knelt down beside him and apologized sincerely for my rude words and reckless behavior that day. Paragraph 2 Before I left the village the next morning, I helped Grandpa fix the wooden boat together. We carried planks and sandpaper to the dock, mending the cracks on the old boat side by side（二次环境、旧船双线照应）. I polished the repaired wooden fish carving smooth and placed it safely inside Grandpa’s tool box, promising I would never dismiss his precious memories again（木雕道具完整闭环）. The calm river wind brushed over the dock, and all the misunderstanding between Grandpa and me faded away. I realized that old objects are not useless rubbish, but warm carriers of irreplaceable family memories. 进阶·强化演练 Passage 1 参考范文 Paragraph 1: Emily lit the old oven and began to search the cupboards for ingredients. To her surprise, she found flour, sugar, and a jar of cinnamon hidden behind a stack of empty boxes—as if Grandma had left them there for exactly this moment. The boy sat quietly at the counter, still dripping rainwater onto the floor, watching her with tired but curious eyes. Emily mixed the dough by hand, feeling its soft, sticky texture against her palms. The sizzle of butter melting in a pan filled the kitchen, and the warm, buttery scent began to chase away the cold dampness that had settled into the room. She hummed softly—Grandma‘s old tune—and for a moment, she forgot the rain outside. Paragraph 2: When the first batch of cinnamon rolls came out of the oven, the entire bakery seemed to come alive again. The rich, sweet aroma swirled through every corner, wrapping around the dusty shelves and empty cases like an old friend returning home. Emily placed a warm roll on a plate and slid it toward the boy. He took it with trembling hands, and when he bit into it, his eyes closed. He didn’t speak—he just let the taste dissolve on his tongue, the cinnamon and sugar melting against the soft, warm dough. Outside, the rain softened to a whisper. Emily took a bite herself, and suddenly she could hear Grandma humming beside her, feel the warmth of her hand on her shoulder. The bakery wasn’t empty. It never had been. Passage 2 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I held my breath as the line pulled tighter, the rod bending in my hands. The vibration traveled up through the fiberglass and into my palms—a wild, urgent pulse that made my heart race. Grandpa‘s hand rested lightly on my shoulder, steady as the dock beneath us. “Let him run,” he murmured. I loosened the reel just slightly, feeling the line slip through my fingers like thread through a needle. The fish tugged again—harder this time—and I could feel the weight of it, the stubborn life fighting beneath the silver surface. Then, with a sudden splash, it broke the water: a glistening sea bass, its scales catching the morning light like scattered coins. I pulled the rod up, my arms shaking, and Grandpa knelt beside me to unhook it with the same gentle hands that had held mine when I first learned to walk. Paragraph 2: When we finally walked back along the dock, the sun was high and the harbor was wide awake. Boats chugged past, their wakes spreading in V-shapes across the blue, and the smell of fried fish and fresh coffee drifted from the small café at the pier’s end. I carried the bass in a bucket, its silver body still shimmering, and Grandpa walked beside me with his old canvas hat now pushed back, a rare smile softening his weathered face. “That one’s a keeper,” he said. “Not the fish—the memory.” I looked at him, at the lines around his eyes that deepened when he smiled, and I realized that what I had caught that morning was not a fish but a moment—a single, perfect second when the world had been grey, then gold, and I had felt everything at once: the tug of the line, the salt on my skin, the warmth of his hand on my shoulder, and the quiet certainty that I would remember this forever. Passage 3 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I reached out and touched the frayed cable, my fingers trembling against the cold steel. The metal strands were brittle, some already snapped, and I could feel the weight of the clock‘s broken heart in my hand. I opened Grandpa’s journal again and read his notes carefully—the exact measurements of the cable, the name of the supplier he had used for thirty years, the diagram he had drawn of the pulley system. I traced his lines with my finger, and for a moment, I could almost see him sitting here, his spectacles low on his nose, his lips moving silently as he calculated. I took a deep breath and wrote in the margin: “I’ll fix it, Grandpa. I promise.” Then I climbed down the stairs, my steps quicker than before, the creak of the wood no longer a cat‘s purr but an urgent whisper. Paragraph 2: Three weeks later, the clock tower bell rang again—and this time, the whole town stopped to listen. I stood at the base of the tower, my hands still stained with grease, my heart pounding as the huge brass hammer struck the bell for the first time in months. The sound rolled across the square, deep and full, like a giant waking from a long sleep. Shopkeepers stepped outside. Children paused mid-run. An old woman crossing the street looked up, her eyes glistening. And then—something I had not expected—a few people began to clap. Someone called out, “Thank you.” I looked up at the clock face, at the hands that were now perfectly on time, and I felt Grandpa beside me, felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder. The bell tolled twelve times, and when the last echo faded, the town did not move. It simply stood there, still and quiet, breathing with the rhythm of the clock. Passage 4 Paragraph 1: The ball was flat and scuffed, but it still fit in my hands. I stood at the free-throw line, the familiar spot where Jake had once stood with me for hours, his patience infinite, his instructions repeated like a prayer. I turned the ball in my palms, feeling the worn leather, the lost air pressure. It was dead—but so was the court, so was the memory, so was I. I bent my knees, just as Jake had taught me. Elbows in. Follow through. I raised the ball, my eyes fixed on that faded yellow mark, and I let it fly. The ball arced through the still air, slow and uncertain, and for a moment, the whole world went quiet—no wind, no rattling fence, no distant traffic. Then—clank. It hit the rim and bounced away, rolling into the weeds. I sighed and walked after it. Paragraph 2: I didn‘t hear the footsteps, but I felt the shadow fall across the free-throw line. I turned around, and there he was. Jake. Standing at the edge of the court, his old basketball shoes scuffed, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, a thin smile on his face. He looked older, tired, but his eyes were the same—bright, restless, always watching the rim. “You’re holding your elbow too low,” he said quietly. I felt my throat tighten. He walked toward me, picked up the dead ball, and bounced it once—thump—its hollow sound echoing across the empty court. He didn‘t explain why he was there. He didn’t apologize. He simply stood at the free-throw line, elbows in, and aimed at the faded yellow mark. The ball left his hands in a perfect arc, clean and certain, and hit the spot. Swish. The net whispered, and for a moment, we were seven and fifteen again, and the court was never broken at all. Passage 5 参考范文 Paragraph 1: Three years later, I walked into the same shelter to volunteer again. I had grown taller, moved on to college, and somehow convinced myself that I had forgotten the white scarf. But the moment I stepped through the door, the smell of the place—warm soup, old wood, faint bleach—brought everything back. I was setting up tables when I noticed a boy sitting in the corner. He was maybe eleven now, with dark hair and a familiar bundle of white wrapped around his neck. I stopped. It was the scarf—the blue star still visible, the edges more frayed than before, but unmistakable. He was reading a worn-out book, his fingers absentmindedly stroking the knitted yarn. I stood there, frozen, unsure whether to approach him or turn away. Paragraph 2: The boy pulled the scarf from his own neck and held it out to me, his eyes shining. “It’s yours, isn‘t it?” he said quietly. “I saw you staring.” I opened my mouth to deny it, but no words came. He walked closer and pressed the soft yarn into my hands. “I’ve worn it every winter since that day,” he said. “My mom said someone special gave it away. I knew I‘d find you someday.” I knelt beside him, my throat tight, and I looked down at the scarf—the blue star faded now, the yarn looser, but still warm. “It was my grandmother’s,” I whispered. He nodded. “I know. I felt it.” I pulled the scarf around my neck, once, twice, and for a breathless moment, I smelled lavender—faint, unmistakable—and I felt Grandma there between us. “Keep it,” I said. “It chose you.” The boy smiled, and the star seemed to glow again. Passage 6 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I watched the new family from my window, the glass jar still sitting on my own porch rail. Every evening at sunset, I had taken the jar outside—just as Mrs. Gable had done—and placed it where the light could find it. The little girl next door, maybe five or six, would often stop and stare at the rainbows flickering across our shared garden fence. She never spoke to me, but her eyes followed the colors like they were magic. One evening, I saw her mother call her inside, but the girl lingered by the fence, her small hand reaching toward the dancing light. I smiled and said nothing. That night, I left the jar on the porch rail a little longer than usual. I thought I heard a small gasp from next door, then the soft sound of footsteps running toward the house. Paragraph 2: The little girl found me in my garden, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and held up the jar. “I saw the rainbows!” she said, her voice breathless. “They fell on my hand, and they sparkled!” I knelt beside her, the scent of fresh earth rising around us. “You know what that jar is?” I asked. She shook her head, clutching the scratched glass to her chest. “It catches the sunset for people who need it,” I said. “A very kind woman gave it to me, and now—I think it wants to be with you.” She looked down at the jar, and I saw the last light of the day catch the glass, throwing a tiny rainbow across her cheek. Her eyes widened. “Really?” she whispered. I nodded. “Really. Just promise me one thing.” “Anything!” “When you grow up, and someone needs it more than you do—you’ll know what to do.” She hugged the jar and ran off, the rainbows dancing across the grass behind her. And I knew Mrs. Gable was somewhere, smiling. 拔高·模拟预测 Passage 1 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I stood up and began to work, my hands finding movements I had forgotten. The pruning shears felt familiar in my palm—the same weight, the same worn handle where Grandma’s fingers had left their mark. I snipped the dead branches, one by one, and the clean sound of each cut echoed across the quiet garden. The thorns scratched my arms, drawing thin red lines, but the sting felt like proof that I was still here, still trying. I pulled weeds until my palms were raw and stained with green, and I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. As I worked, I began to hum—the old song she used to hum, the one about the robin and the rose. The scent of honey grew stronger, as if the garden itself was breathing along with me. Paragraph 2: When my parents came to check on me at sunset, they stopped at the gate in silence. The trellis stood straight again, the roses pruned and tied, and the path was clear of weeds. The golden light of the setting sun caught the crimson petals, making them glow like embers. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth, and my father just stared. “It looks like she never left,” he whispered. I walked toward them, my hands dirty, my hair tangled with leaves, and I smiled. “She didn’t,” I said. I lifted my hand, and for a moment, the breeze carried the scent of honey so strongly that they both caught it. The garden was not a memory—it was a conversation we had only just learned to continue. Passage 2 参考范文 Paragraph 1: As we stepped onto the bus, I made a decision. I motioned for Mrs. Chen to take the only empty seat near the window, and I stood beside her, gripping the cold metal pole as the bus lurched forward. The rain continued its assault on the windows, blurring the city into watercolors, but inside, the bus felt strangely warm. I asked her about her husband—what he was like, how they met. Her voice, thin at first, grew stronger as she spoke. She told me about their first date at a noodle shop, his laugh that filled the room, the way he still called her “little one” even though they were both past seventy. I listened, forgetting the wet socks in my shoes, forgetting my ruined schoolwork, forgetting everything except the story unfolding beside me. Paragraph 2: When we reached the hospital stop, Mrs. Chen turned to me with tears in her eyes. She took my hand—her cold, trembling fingers closing around mine—and squeezed. “You remind me of my granddaughter,” she whispered. “She lives far away. I miss her every day.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and reached into my schoolbag. I pulled out my umbrella—the one I had been too stubborn to use—and pressed it into her hands. “For tomorrow,” I said. “The forecast says more rain.” She looked at the umbrella, then at me, and a tear slid down her cheek. The rain had softened to a drizzle by then, and the clouds were beginning to break. I watched her walk toward the hospital entrance, her thin figure under my umbrella, and I realized that the worst day of my life had turned into something I would never forget—all because of a woman, a storm, and a decision I almost didn’t make. Passage 3 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I walked over to the piano and sat beside her on the bench. The worn wood creaked under our combined weight, and I could smell the dust and old polish. “May I?” I asked, my fingers hovering above the keys. She nodded slowly, her eyes unsure. I pressed a chord—C major, simple and open—and the sound filled the room like a long-held breath finally released. I played slowly, haltingly, the melody of a folk song my grandmother used to sing. Mrs. Lin sat very still beside me, and then, without a word, her hand moved. Her trembling fingers found the keys—hesitant at first, then more sure—and she began to play with me. Her left hand found the bass notes, simple and steady, while my right hand carried the tune. We played together, two strangers at a piano, and the dust motes seemed to dance in the golden light. Paragraph 2: The next evening, I heard something different from Mrs. Lin’s apartment. The same note was still there—that single, lonely key—but now it was followed by another. And another. And then, a melody, thin and fragile, like a bird learning to fly. I stood in the hallway, my heart in my throat, listening as the old piano spoke again for the first time in years. I did not knock. I simply leaned against the wall and let the music wash over me. It was imperfect—notes stumbled, rhythms wavered—but it was alive. When the music stopped, I heard a quiet laugh from behind the door, and then the sound of the piano bench scraping back. The apartment, once frozen in silence, was breathing again. And I knew that Mrs. Lin had found her way back to herself—one note at a time. Passage 4 参考范文 Paragraph 1: The pen moved across the paper, and suddenly the room began to fill with everything I had never said. I wrote about the first time Mia had shared her lunch with me, the way Leo had always made me laugh during physics, the kindness of our teacher who had stayed after class to help me when I was struggling. With every word, the silent desks seemed to fill with the ghosts of my friends—their laughter echoed, their voices mingled, and I could almost see them sitting there, tossing paper balls and whispering secrets. I wrote about the day I had finally spoken up in class, the applause that had surprised me, the feeling of being seen for the first time. The afternoon sun shifted across the floor, and I kept writing until the paper was full and my hand ached. The clock ticked on, but I did not stop. I had spent three years learning to speak, and this was my final lesson. Paragraph 2: I left the letter on the teacher’s desk and walked out of the classroom. The door clicked shut behind me, and the hallway stretched out, empty and quiet. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing against the tiled floor, but I did not look back. I knew the room was empty now—but it was no longer empty. The desks would sit in their rows, silent and still, but the walls had heard everything I had written. The laughter, the tears, the quiet girl who had finally found her voice—it was all there, pressed into the paper, folded into the afternoon light. I reached the end of the hallway and paused. A bird was still singing. And for the first time in three years, I joined it. Passage 5 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I walked downstairs with the letters in my hands, my heart pounding. My father was in the kitchen, washing dishes, his back to me. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching him—the slow, deliberate way he scrubbed each plate, the slight stoop in his shoulders that I had never noticed before. He turned off the water and dried his hands, and when he turned around and saw me, his eyes fell to the letters in my hands. He went very still. “I found them,” I said. He looked at me, and his hand went to the back of his neck—the same gesture I had seen a thousand times, the same one I had inherited. “I never meant for you to—” he began, but I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his body stiffen, then relax, then hold me back. He had held me as a baby, taught me to ride a bike, driven me to school—but this was the first time he held me like this. I felt his breath against my shoulder, uneven and warm. Paragraph 2: That night, I began writing a letter of my own. I wrote about the first time I saw him cry—when my mother left—and how I had pretended not to notice. I wrote about the mornings he had woken up early to make my breakfast, the evenings he had waited up for me to come home, the silence that had always felt like absence but was actually presence. “You taught me how to love without words,” I wrote. “I thought I needed you to say it. But you had been saying it my whole life—with every bike you fixed, every meal you made, every night you stayed up waiting for me.” I folded the letter and placed it in the box with all of his. I left it on the kitchen table, next to his coffee cup. In the morning, he would find it. And for the first time, he would read words that were written for him. Passage 6 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I pulled out the red umbrella and opened it over both of us. The familiar click of the metal frame brought a lump to my throat—the same sound I had heard a thousand times before, the same sound that had echoed over my mother’s grave three years ago. The girl looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “I’ll wait with you until your mother comes,” I said. I sat beside her on the wet bench, my arm around her thin shoulders, the red umbrella casting its warm glow over us both. The rain drummed against the fabric, but we were dry—and somehow, I felt my mother beside me, her hand on my shoulder, her smile in the raindrops. I asked the girl her name. She whispered, “Lily.” I smiled. “My mother loved lilies.” She looked at me with those wet, curious eyes, and for the next twenty minutes, we sat in silence—but it was a comfortable silence, filled with the sound of rain and the warmth of the umbrella. Paragraph 2: When her mother arrived, I watched from the bench as the red umbrella sat beside me, closed and dripping. The woman ran toward us, her face a mixture of terror and relief, and she folded her daughter into her arms. Lily pointed at me and said, “She stayed with me, Mom.” Her mother turned, her eyes full of gratitude, and mouthed the words “thank you.” I nodded, too full to speak. I looked down at the red umbrella beside me—dripping, used, alive. The last time I had opened it, I had said goodbye. This time, I had said hello. I picked it up and held it close, and for a moment, I could almost hear my mother’s voice: “For the rainy days.” I smiled. It had been raining when I left the house that morning. But standing there, watching that mother and daughter walk away together, I realized the rain had never really been the point. The point was the umbrella. And what it meant to open it for someone else. 2 原创精品资源学科网独家享有版权，侵权必究！ 17 / 32 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 $ 专题22读后续写之场景描写（培优专练） 目录 真题·命题感知............................................................................................................................................................01 进阶·强化演练............................................................................................................................................................11 拔高·模拟预测............................................................................................................................................................23 真题·命题感知 第一部分：多感描写 Passage 1 2026·全国II卷同源真题改编，原卷社交矛盾情绪考点剥离，定向强化逆境舒缓类多感描写；全新海滨夜景题材，主打负面情绪疏导、自我心态和解。 原题文本 I suffered from huge pressure from midterm exams and failed my favorite physics test. Blamed by my teacher and trapped in self-doubt, I slipped out of my house at dusk and walked to the quiet coastal beach alone. The seaside was nearly deserted at night. Overwhelmed by frustration, I sat silently on the rough sandy shore, staring blankly at the distant dark sea. I was convinced that I could never make progress in my academic study. Just then, an old fisherman with a wooden fishing net sat down beside me, noticing my low spirits. 续写段落开头： 1. The fisherman started a casual conversation with me gently. 2. As midnight came, I stood up and prepared to head home. 核心考点说明 1. 核心专项考点：多感分层描写；考核负面压抑冷感官→治愈柔和暖感官反差写法； 2. 感官布局：第一段用大海夜景强冷感官烘托自卑沮丧；第二段用夜间海风、海潮、海腥柔和感官体现释然顿悟； 3. 阅卷硬性得分标准：必须覆盖视觉、听觉、触觉、嗅觉四类感官，感官细节服务心理转折，单纯动作描写直接降档； 4. 独有场景：城郊夜间海滩，无历史重复。 高分范文（加粗=多感描写得分点，标注感官类型） Paragraph 1 The fisherman started a casual conversation with me gently. Dark navy waves rolled slowly toward the bank, swallowing the faint twilight on the horizon（视觉）. Cold salty sea wind brushed my cheeks, bringing a strong fishy ocean smell（触觉+嗅觉）. I could hear monotonous loud roars of tide hitting the rugged reefs continuously, making my depressed mood heavier（听觉）. I told him my confusion and academic anxiety in a low voice. The kind fisherman patted my shoulder softly and told me tides ebbed and flowed, just like temporary ups and downs in life. No failure could last forever. Paragraph 2 As midnight came, I stood up and prepared to head home. The pale silver moonlight spread all over the sparkling sea surface, brightening the dark shoreline（视觉）. The wind turned mild and warm against my skin, and the tide sound became soft and soothing（触觉+听觉）. Fresh mixed scent of seaweed and wet sand filled the air, calming my chaotic thoughts completely（嗅觉）. All the depression and self-doubt faded away with the receding tide. I took one last look at the peaceful ocean and made up my mind to face setbacks bravely and keep practicing physics patiently. 全维度试题详解 1. 考点拆解（多感描写逻辑） 压抑段感官：暗沉海面、刺骨咸风、嘈杂海潮、浓烈海腥味；功能：外化考试失利的自卑、烦躁 顿悟段感官：银色月光、柔和晚风、舒缓潮声、清新海藻气味；功能：烘托释然、坚定的正面心态 核心得分逻辑：感官氛围随人物心态同步转变，实现以景外化情绪 2. 高分适配句式 With伴随状语、分词作状语串联多类感官画面，规避简单主谓短句。 3. 分层阅卷标准 低档：无任何环境感官描写，仅有对话和心理独白（0-6分） 中档：仅视觉+听觉两类基础感官，无触觉、嗅觉亮点（7-14分） 高分档：四类感官齐全，前后感官冷暖反差明显，紧扣情绪转折（15-20分） 4. 高频失分误区 堆砌海景名词无感官形容词；感官前后无反差；感官描写和人物学业压力情绪脱节。 Passage 2 2025·全国I卷改编，剥离原卷农场成长考点，全新打造老阁楼亲情怀旧场景；专攻高考高频弱感官细腻多感描写，阅卷拔高亮点题型。 原题文本 I was occupied with tight high school coursework and rarely spent time with my grandmother. On a rainy summer afternoon, I visited my grandparents’ old cottage. Grandma invited me to tidy the dusty attic full of her old collections. The attic had been closed for years, stacked with old gramophones, vintage postcards and handmade wool crafts. I felt bored and impatient at the beginning, longing to go back home to finish my homework. Noticing my boredom, Grandma decided to play an old classic record on the dusty gramophone for me. 续写段落开头： 1. As the music played, I gradually calmed down and explored the attic carefully. 2. When the rain stopped, I walked out of the warm attic with grandma. 核心考点说明 1. 核心专项考点：细腻弱多感描写（高考高分区分考点）；侧重室内静态场景多维感官刻画； 2. 命题考向：依托视听嗅触柔和感官，刻画不耐烦→沉静共情→珍惜亲情的分层情绪； 3. 场景属性：复古室内阁楼亲情场景，全网无重复，区别所有户外、校园、公共场景； 4. 命题趋势：新课标偏爱内敛弱感官描写，规避激烈强刺激险境感官。 高分范文（加粗=多感描写得分点，标注感官类型） Paragraph 1 As the music played, I gradually calmed down and explored the attic carefully. Dim warm lamplight scattered over the worn wooden cabinets and yellowed old postcards（视觉）. Soft slow old melody flowed gently in the small enclosed space（听觉）. I breathed in the unique mixed scent of aged wood, old paper and faint camphor fragrance（嗅觉）. My fingers brushed over the soft thick handmade wool blankets and rough vintage record shells gently（触觉）. The quiet attic and soft multi-sense details swept away my impetuous boredom. I began to listen to grandma’s old childhood stories patiently. Paragraph 57">Paragraph 2 When the rain stopped, I walked out of the warm attic with grandma. The fresh humid air after rain wrapped around us, sweeping away the attic’s dry dusty smell（触觉+嗅觉）. Bright golden sunset filtered through the cottage window, casting soft warm shadows on the wooden floor（视觉）. I could hear crisp summer cicada chirps outside the house after the rainy day（听觉）. I hugged grandma tightly, realizing I had ignored the most precious family time because of busy schoolwork. I promised to accompany her regularly no matter how heavy my study task was. ✅全维度试题详解 1. 考点拆解 核心感官组合：室内弱感官（柔光、复古音乐、樟脑木香、粗糙老旧器物触感） 情绪赋能：浮躁不耐烦→平和沉静→愧疚珍惜亲情，全程靠感官细节潜移默化推动 命题特色：无大场面冲突，考查高考难点隐性感官共情 2. 解题答题要点 室内温情场景禁用刺骨、轰鸣等强刺激感官；优先选用温润、微弱、清淡类感官词汇；把感官细节和人物心理绑定，不孤立写景。 3. 失分雷区 滥用户外险境感官；全篇只有视觉景物；感官细节浮夸不符合老旧阁楼场景氛围；感官与亲情主题脱节。 4. 阅卷赋分重点 嗅觉、精细触觉为本题拉开档次的核心加分项，是满分作文的硬性标识。 第二部分：动静结合 Passage 1 2025・全国 II 卷读后续写（跨文化成长）改编，剥离原卷文化冲突考点，全新打造乡村夜晚观星题材，定向强化动静结合场景描写。 原文材料 I spent my summer vacation in my grandpa’s quiet mountain village, far away from city neon lights. I was obsessed with mobile phones all day and thought rural life boring and dull. Grandpa owned an old telescope placed on the stone rooftop. One cloudless night, he dragged me to the rooftop and asked me to put down my phone and watch the night sky. I leaned lazily against the stone railing, staring blankly at the dark sky without any interest, eager to get back to my video games. Grandpa did not blame me, just pointed to the distant silent hills and told me to calm down and observe carefully. 续写段首句 I put my phone aside and fixed my eyes on the sky above the village. When midnight arrived, I unwillingly prepared to head back to my bedroom. 核心考点说明 核心技法：动静结合，双重考查以静衬动、以动衬静； 命题要求：第一段静态远山、寂静天台烘托内心浮躁，搭配人物缓慢观测动态；第二段静态整片星空为底色，流星、晚风、虫鸣细微动态反衬夜空静谧； 阅卷硬性标准：两段必须同时存在固定静景 + 人 / 自然动态，依靠动静反差体现浮躁→沉醉的心态转变，无分层动静描写直接降档。 高分范文（<strong>静态景物加粗</strong>，动态描写斜体） Paragraph 1 I put my phone aside and fixed my eyes on the sky above the village. <strong>Dark rolling hills stood motionless in the distance, and the whole village lay still without bright lights</strong>（静态：远山、沉寂村落，铺垫单调压抑氛围）. I slowly adjusted the lens of the telescope and moved my sight little by little across the vast dark sky（人物慢动态）. A few faint fireflies floated above the wild grass downstairs, their tiny glows moving gently in the quiet night（景物动态）. The silent surrounding made my small movements extremely clear. Gradually, I forgot about my phone and focused all my attention on the mysterious night sky. Paragraph 2 When midnight arrived, I unwillingly prepared to head back to my bedroom. <strong>The endless deep blue sky hung steadily over the rooftop, dotted with countless still twinkling stars</strong>（静态：整片星空全景，温柔宁静基调）. A bright shooting star swept rapidly across the sky and faded in a flash, while soft wind brushed my cheeks and crickets sang low tunes in the weeds（流星、晚风、虫鸣动态，以动衬静）. I stood rooted to the stone platform, reluctant to leave such amazing scenery. This night taught me that real beauty hides in quiet natural scenes if we are willing to put aside digital distractions. 完整试题详解 动静分层拆解 静态要素：远山、沉寂村落、石质天台、满天繁星；作用：搭建清冷、辽阔的夜晚底色，反衬内心躁动或平和； 动态要素：调整望远镜、萤火虫飞舞、流星划过、晚风、虫鸣； 高分手法：第一段以静衬动，死寂山村放大人物细微观测动作；第二段以动衬静，流星、虫鸣凸显星空辽阔安宁。 句式赋能 多用独立主格、with 复合结构衔接静态环境与动态细节，避免零散短句。 评分档位 低档：仅写人物动作，无任何夜空、山野静态环境； 中档：动静割裂，景物与人物情绪无关联； 高分档：动静融合，前后画面反差外化人物心态转变。 失分误区 只堆砌星空名词无静态基底；动态描写杂乱，无法烘托心境；两段无动静对比层次。 Passage 2 2026・浙江卷读后续写（乡村非遗）改编，全新陶艺工坊室内场景，专项强化动静结合，侧重室内手工场景动静对比。 原文材料 My uncle ran a traditional ceramic workshop in the town. I visited him during holiday and tried to make clay cups. At first, I lost patience easily. The cold hard clay slipped out of my hands again and again, and my rough shaping made every clay blank ugly and crooked. Frustration washed over me, and I wanted to give up the handicraft immediately. Uncle did not comfort me directly. He sat beside the rotating pottery wheel and showed me his steady skilled movements, letting me watch silently and learn to calm down. 续写段首句 I took a deep breath and sat down in front of the pottery wheel again. Hours later, my finished clay cup was placed on the wooden shelf to air-dry. 核心考点说明 核心技法：动静结合；依托工坊固定静物、旋转陶轮、手部塑形动作形成强烈画面反差； 命题逻辑：第一段静态工坊器物烘托内心烦躁，手部塑形动态体现心态平复；第二段静态木架、柔和天光搭配风干、釉料流动细微动态，升华坚守匠心主题； 场景独有性：室内非遗手工工坊，和所有户外、校园、家庭场景无重复。 高分范文（<strong>静态景物加粗</strong>，动态描写斜体） Paragraph 1 I took a deep breath and sat down in front of the pottery wheel again. <strong>Rows of finished plain clay vases stood neatly on solid wooden shelves, and the quiet workshop was filled with fixed pottery tools laid out on the stone counter</strong>（静态：工坊陈列器物，冷清压抑基调）. I pressed the clay tightly onto the spinning wheel, moving my palms slowly up and down to smooth the crooked surface repeatedly（人物塑形动态）. The wheel whirled nonstop, and tiny clay scraps fell down to the ground with every gentle touch（器物动态）. The quiet workshop calmed my anxious heart. I slowed down my movements and concentrated on shaping the clay blank carefully. Paragraph 2 Hours later, my finished clay cup was placed on the wooden shelf to air-dry. <strong>Soft golden sunlight stayed steady at the window, covering the whole silent workshop with warm light</strong>（静态：天光、安静工坊，温暖治愈底色）. Uncle dipped a thin brush in colored glaze and swept the liquid evenly over my cup, making bright colors flow slowly along the clay surface（上釉动态）. I stood beside the shelf and watched my handmade work quietly, a sense of achievement rising inside me. This experience made me realize that all beautiful traditional crafts require patience and steady repeated efforts. 完整试题详解 动静分层拆解 静态要素：陈列陶瓶、木置物架、石质操作台、窗边固定天光；作用：固定工坊空间氛围，区分烦躁、治愈两种心境； 动态要素：陶轮旋转、双手塑形、釉料流淌、毛刷涂抹； 核心写法：室内狭小空间内动静交错，用持续手工动态打破静物的沉闷，贴合成长主题。 答题实操要点 冲突段落用冷色调静态静物 + 急促小幅动态；升华段落用暖光静景 + 舒缓细腻动态，严格遵循静景定氛围，动态推情节。 失分提醒 通篇只写揉泥动作，缺少工坊静态陈设；动静描写割裂，环境无法烘托烦躁、自豪情绪；无画面层次，仅简单平铺叙事。 第三部分：伏笔照应 Passage 1 2025・全国II 卷读后续写（乡村志愿）改编，剥离原卷劳动情节，重构山区支教全新叙事，加密文具、明信片、山路三重伏笔，侧重跨时空物象闭环照应。 完整原文文本 I took a one-month volunteer teaching program in a remote mountain village primary school last summer. The rough mountain road was muddy and slippery whenever it rained, and few vehicles could reach the village. Before I left the city, I packed a box of colorful watercolor pens and blank postcards, planning to draw mountain scenery with my students. Among all the kids, a quiet girl named Mia impressed me most. She sat in the corner every day, never talking actively and too shy to show her drawings. I once noticed she secretly copied the mountain outlines on waste paper, but hid her works immediately when I looked over. I gave her a set of watercolor pens alone and told her she could send me postcards after I left. Mia nodded without a word, clutching the pens tightly in her palms. The one-month volunteer period soon came to an end. On my leaving day, Mia did not appear to see me off, which made me a little upset. I thought she might forget our promise of exchanging postcards. 续写段落开头 Half a month after returning to the city, I received a thick envelope from the mountain village. The next summer vacation, I packed my paint tools and headed back to the mountain school again. 核心考点说明 三层预埋高考标准伏笔 ①物象伏笔：水彩画笔、空白手绘明信片（全文核心线索）； ②环境伏笔：雨天泥泞难行的山间土路； ③人物性格伏笔：Mia 内向腼腆、默默热爱绘画、信守约定； 硬性阅卷要求：两段必须完成道具显性照应 + 环境前后对比 + 人物性格闭环三组完整呼应，无多层照应直接扣除逻辑高分档； 场景唯一性：山区乡村支教，无重复旧场景。 高分范文（加粗 = 所有伏笔照应得分点） Paragraph 1 Half a month after returning to the city, I received a thick envelope from the mountain village. Inside lay dozens of hand-drawn postcards, all painted with the rolling green mountains I once taught Mia to draw（明信片物象伏笔显性照应）. Every picture was colored with bright pigments from the watercolor pens I gave her on my last day（画笔道具二次呼应）. On the back of each card, Mia wrote short sentences, saying she walked along the muddy mountain road every weekend to send the mails alone（照应泥泞山路环境伏笔）. I realized the quiet little girl never broke her promise, and her shyness never stopped her from keeping in touch with me. Warmth flooded my heart as I stared at these delicate drawings. Paragraph 2 The next summer vacation, I packed my paint tools and headed back to the mountain school again. The mountain road was still muddy after light rain, but I walked forward without hesitation, eager to meet Mia（环境伏笔闭环）. As soon as I stepped into the classroom, Mia ran toward me, holding a stack of new blank postcards in her hands. She told me she had saved wild fruit money to buy more drawing paper, and hoped we could create more mountain paintings together（人物信守承诺性格伏笔升华照应）. We sat by the window and drew the whole village scenery side by side. This experience taught me that sincere connection can cross long distances and break inner timidity. 全方位试题详解 1. 伏笔 — 照应对照清单 表格 伏笔类型 原文预埋线索 续写对应照应内容 叙事得分功能 物象显性伏笔 水彩画笔、空白明信片 第一段收到全套手绘明信片；第二段重逢拿出新画纸共同创作 贯穿全文核心道具，串联离别与重逢情节 环境隐性伏笔 雨天泥泞难行山路 第一段女孩独自走山路寄信；第二段返校重走泥泞山路 场景首尾闭环，凸显跨越山海的情谊 人物性格伏笔 Mia 内向害羞、默默守约 全程用绘画传递思念，重逢主动拿出画纸，完成内向性格下的真诚表达 完整刻画人物成长，升华双向治愈主题 2. 分层阅卷赋分标准 低档（0–6 分）：完全忽略画笔、明信片线索，凭空编造情节； 中档（7–14 分）：仅简单提及明信片，无环境、人物性格双重照应； 高分档（15–20 分）：物象、环境、人物三层伏笔全部闭环，照应自然融合场景描写。 3. 高频失分误区 只写收到信件，不回扣赠送画笔的前置细节；忽略山路环境伏笔，场景前后矛盾；未体现女孩内向守约的人物特质，情节逻辑单薄。 Passage 2 2026・全国 II 卷读后续写（代际亲情）改编，全新江边码头木船题材，主打老旧器物伏笔 + 时光环境隐性对照 完整原文文本 I had a bad quarrel with my grandpa during the summer holiday. Grandpa spent almost all his spare time repairing his decades-old wooden fishing boat moored at the riverside dock. I thought repairing the worn boat was a waste of time, and asked him to sell the useless old boat for a new fishing kayak. Grandpa refused firmly, saying the boat carried all his youthful memories with my late grandma. One afternoon, I lost my temper and rushed back to the city without saying goodbye. Before leaving, I accidentally knocked over a small wooden fish carving that Grandpa had made for me when I was little, leaving it cracked on the dock ground. I felt regretful the moment I got on the bus, yet I was too stubborn to turn back and apologize. Months passed, I kept thinking about the quarrel and the broken wooden fish every day. Finally, I decided to take a train back to the riverside village to make peace with Grandpa. 续写段落开头 When I arrived at the riverside dock, I spotted Grandpa sitting beside the old wooden boat. Before I left the village the next morning, I helped Grandpa fix the wooden boat together. 核心考点说明 三层原文预埋伏笔 ①物象伏笔：三十年老旧木渔船、手工木雕小鱼（核心双线道具）； ②环境伏笔：常年停靠木船的江边码头； ③人物情感伏笔：木船承载祖辈夫妻回忆、“我” 冲动倔强、内心藏有愧疚； 命题考向：第一段依托木雕、旧船道具完成愧疚情绪转折；第二段码头环境 + 共同修船完成亲情和解闭环，侧重器物承载记忆类隐性主旨照应； 独有场景：江边码头渔船，区别所有室内、校园、山野题材。 高分范文（加粗 = 全部伏笔照应得分点） Paragraph 1 When I arrived at the riverside dock, I spotted Grandpa sitting beside the old wooden boat. The weathered wooden boat was still moored quietly at the familiar riverside dock, just as it had been every summer（环境伏笔隐性照应）. In Grandpa’s hands lay the cracked wooden fish carving I knocked over in our quarrel（木雕物象显性照应）; he was carefully gluing its broken edges gently. Grandpa told me every scratch on the old boat recorded happy moments with my grandma, which explained why he refused to sell it（旧船记忆伏笔呼应）. Shame swept over me completely. I knelt down beside him and apologized sincerely for my rude words and reckless behavior that day. Paragraph 2 Before I left the village the next morning, I helped Grandpa fix the wooden boat together. We carried planks and sandpaper to the dock, mending the cracks on the old boat side by side（二次环境、旧船双线照应）. I polished the repaired wooden fish carving smooth and placed it safely inside Grandpa’s tool box, promising I would never dismiss his precious memories again（木雕道具完整闭环）. The calm river wind brushed over the dock, and all the misunderstanding between Grandpa and me faded away. I realized that old objects are not useless rubbish, but warm carriers of irreplaceable family memories. 全方位试题详解 1. 伏笔 — 照应对照清单 表格 伏笔类型 原文预埋线索 续写精准照应内容 叙事作用 双物象显性伏笔 老旧木渔船、手工木雕小鱼 第一段爷爷修补裂掉的木雕；第二段共同修缮渔船、妥善收好木雕 双线道具串联争吵、愧疚、和解完整情节 环境隐性伏笔 江边固定码头 两段均以码头为核心场景，形成前后时空闭环 烘托怀旧温情氛围，统一故事空间 情感人物伏笔 木船藏祖辈回忆、“我” 冲动倔强 理解爷爷坚守旧船的原因，主动认错、静心帮忙修船 完成人物心态转变，升华亲情传承主旨 2. 答题实操要点 亲情器物类伏笔题型：第一段用受损小道具（木雕）触发愧疚情绪；第二段通过共同守护核心大件道具（木船）完成和解升华，搭配固定场景环境呼应，同时满足显性、隐性双重照应得分要求。 3. 失分雷区 忽略木雕破损关键伏笔，情节缺失愧疚来源；全程不提旧木船承载回忆的核心线索；无码头环境场景呼应，叙事空间割裂，逻辑不完整。 进阶·强化演练 Passage 1 2025年全国I卷改编——雨夜蛋糕店 本题改编自2025年新课标I卷读后续写题源材料（原题主题为“陌生人善意”），在原题基础上强化了嗅觉、听觉、触觉等多感描写设计。 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。 It was the night before Emily‘s sixteenth birthday, and the rain showed no sign of stopping. She sat alone in her grandmother’s empty bakery, which had been closed for six months since Grandma passed away. The wooden shelves were dusty, the display cases empty, but the faint smell of cinnamon and butter still lingered in the air—as if the walls themselves refused to let go of the memory. Emily had come to say goodbye. The bakery would be sold tomorrow, and she needed one last night to remember. She ran her fingers along the worn wooden counter, feeling the tiny grooves carved by decades of rolling dough. The rain beat against the front window in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat she could feel in her chest. She closed her eyes and listened: the drip-drip from the leaky ceiling, the creak of the old floorboards under her weight, the distant rumble of thunder rolling across the sky. Then she heard something else—a soft scratching at the back door. Her heart jumped. She grabbed a rolling pin and crept toward the sound, her wet shoes squeaking against the tile floor. When she opened the door, a small, soaked figure stood shivering in the rain. It was a boy about her age, holding a crumpled paper bag. “I‘m sorry,” he stammered, his teeth chattering. “I saw the light. I haven’t eaten in two days. My mom… she used to bring me here when I was little. She always said your grandma made the best cinnamon rolls in the world.” Emily stared at him. Then she looked past him at the rain—cold, endless, relentless. She remembered the warmth of her grandmother’s kitchen on days like this: the steam rising from the oven, the sticky sweetness of fresh rolls, the sound of Grandma humming while she kneaded dough. Without a word, Emily pulled the boy inside. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: Emily lit the old oven and began to search the cupboards for ingredients. Paragraph 2: When the first batch of cinnamon rolls came out of the oven, the entire bakery seemed to come alive again. 多感描写设计详解 感官类型 原文伏笔/环境铺垫 续写照应与扩展 写作技法 嗅觉 “faint smell of cinnamon and butter still lingered” 烤箱加热后气味变得“rich and warm, filling every corner of the room”；男孩说“it smells exactly like I remembered” 气味从“淡淡的残留”到“浓郁的弥漫”，呼应记忆 听觉 雨声“like a heartbeat”；滴水声“drip-drip”；地板“creak”；鞋“squeaking” 续写中加入“the sizzle of butter melting, the soft thump of dough being kneaded, the gentle ping of the oven timer” 多重听觉叠加，营造厨房复苏的层次感 触觉/温度 “warmth of her grandmother‘s kitchen”；男孩“teeth chattering” 续写中“warmth spread from the oven to her cold fingertips”；男孩“stopped shivering as he held the warm plate” 温度变化暗示情感变化 味觉（间接） “sticky sweetness of fresh rolls” 续写中男孩咬下第一口时“his eyes closed, and for a moment, he didn’t speak—he just let the taste dissolve on his tongue” 味觉体验通过动作间接呈现 参考范文 Paragraph 1: Emily lit the old oven and began to search the cupboards for ingredients. To her surprise, she found flour, sugar, and a jar of cinnamon hidden behind a stack of empty boxes—as if Grandma had left them there for exactly this moment. The boy sat quietly at the counter, still dripping rainwater onto the floor, watching her with tired but curious eyes. Emily mixed the dough by hand, feeling its soft, sticky texture against her palms. The sizzle of butter melting in a pan filled the kitchen, and the warm, buttery scent began to chase away the cold dampness that had settled into the room. She hummed softly—Grandma‘s old tune—and for a moment, she forgot the rain outside. Paragraph 2: When the first batch of cinnamon rolls came out of the oven, the entire bakery seemed to come alive again. The rich, sweet aroma swirled through every corner, wrapping around the dusty shelves and empty cases like an old friend returning home. Emily placed a warm roll on a plate and slid it toward the boy. He took it with trembling hands, and when he bit into it, his eyes closed. He didn’t speak—he just let the taste dissolve on his tongue, the cinnamon and sugar melting against the soft, warm dough. Outside, the rain softened to a whisper. Emily took a bite herself, and suddenly she could hear Grandma humming beside her, feel the warmth of her hand on her shoulder. The bakery wasn’t empty. It never had been. Passage 2 2026年八省联考改编——清晨渔港 本题改编自2026年八省联考读后续写模拟题源材料（主题为“祖孙亲情”），在原题基础上强化了视觉、嗅觉、触觉的晨间渔港场景描写。 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。 Every summer, my grandfather took me fishing at daybreak. “The fish are most honest before the sun gets greedy,” he would say, his weathered hands tying knots that I could never untangle. I was twelve that year, old enough to hold the rod steady but still young enough to believe Grandpa knew everything. The harbor at dawn was a world of grey and silver. The sky was the color of a pigeon’s wing, with thin clouds streaked like feathers. The water moved in slow, sleepy ripples, and the wooden dock smelled of salt, seaweed, and the faint tang of diesel from distant boats. Grandpa sat beside me, his old canvas hat pulled low, the line of his jaw sharp against the pale morning light. That morning, something changed. The bait bucket slipped from my hands—clatter, splash, gone. The shrimp scattered into the dark water, disappearing before I could grab them. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my eyes burning. Grandpa said nothing. He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded paper bag. Inside were dried sardines—his secret stash, he later told me, for “emergencies and grandchildren.” He threaded one onto my hook with the same slow, steady fingers that had tied my shoelaces when I was five. “Watch,” he said softly. And we watched. The first ray of sun broke over the harbor wall, turning the grey water into a sheet of liquid gold. A heron lifted from the pier, its wings catching the light. Then—tap, tap—my line tugged. “He‘s there,” Grandpa whispered. “Don’t rush. Let him believe he found you first.” 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: I held my breath as the line pulled tighter, the rod bending in my hands. Paragraph 2: When we finally walked back along the dock, the sun was high and the harbor was wide awake. 多感描写设计详解 感官类型 原文伏笔/环境铺垫 续写照应与扩展 写作技法 视觉（光影） “sky the color of a pigeon‘s wing”；“grey and silver”；“liquid gold” 续写中“the gold turned to white, then to blue”；“the heron’s shadow slid across the water” 从黎明到日出的光影变化时间线 听觉 “clatter, splash, gone”（拟声词链）；“tap, tap”（鱼线轻触） 续写中加入“the splash of the fish breaking the surface”“the distant bell of a buoy”“Grandpa‘s quiet chuckle” 拟声词+环境音叠加深化临场感 嗅觉 “salt, seaweed, diesel” 续写中“the smell of fish on my hands”“the fresh scent of coffee from the dockside café” 从自然气味到人间烟火气 触觉 “rod bending in my hands”（张力感）；“weathered hands” 续写中“the rough rope of the dock against my bare feet”“the warm weight of the fish in my palms” 触觉传递情感温度 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I held my breath as the line pulled tighter, the rod bending in my hands. The vibration traveled up through the fiberglass and into my palms—a wild, urgent pulse that made my heart race. Grandpa‘s hand rested lightly on my shoulder, steady as the dock beneath us. “Let him run,” he murmured. I loosened the reel just slightly, feeling the line slip through my fingers like thread through a needle. The fish tugged again—harder this time—and I could feel the weight of it, the stubborn life fighting beneath the silver surface. Then, with a sudden splash, it broke the water: a glistening sea bass, its scales catching the morning light like scattered coins. I pulled the rod up, my arms shaking, and Grandpa knelt beside me to unhook it with the same gentle hands that had held mine when I first learned to walk. Paragraph 2: When we finally walked back along the dock, the sun was high and the harbor was wide awake. Boats chugged past, their wakes spreading in V-shapes across the blue, and the smell of fried fish and fresh coffee drifted from the small café at the pier’s end. I carried the bass in a bucket, its silver body still shimmering, and Grandpa walked beside me with his old canvas hat now pushed back, a rare smile softening his weathered face. “That one’s a keeper,” he said. “Not the fish—the memory.” I looked at him, at the lines around his eyes that deepened when he smiled, and I realized that what I had caught that morning was not a fish but a moment—a single, perfect second when the world had been grey, then gold, and I had felt everything at once: the tug of the line, the salt on my skin, the warmth of his hand on my shoulder, and the quiet certainty that I would remember this forever. Passage 3 2025年浙江1月首考改编——老钟楼 本题改编自2025年1月浙江首考读后续写题源材料（主题为“传承与记忆”），在原题基础上强化了“静景”与“动势”交替出现的场景设计。 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。 The old clock tower had stood in the center of our town for over a hundred years. It had survived two wars, three floods, and countless storms, its hands still turning, its bell still ringing, though fewer and fewer people bothered to look up anymore. My grandfather had been the clock keeper—the man who climbed the narrow spiral stairs every week to wind the mechanism, to oil the gears, to whisper to the brass wheels as if they were old friends. He passed away last winter. Since then, no one had taken his place. The clock kept running, but I noticed, week by week, the hands began to lag. Five minutes slow. Then ten. Then fifteen. No one seemed to care except me. One afternoon in late spring, I climbed the stairs myself. The wood creaked under my feet—the same creak Grandpa had once said sounded like a cat purring. At the top, I found the clock room: dusty, dim, and perfectly still. The massive gears hung motionless, frozen mid-turn, as if they had simply stopped breathing. The silence was so thick I could hear my own heartbeat. Then I saw the old leather journal, open on the workbench. In Grandpa’s shaky handwriting, a single sentence: “A clock that stops is a town that forgets to breathe.” I turned the first page, then the second. The journal was filled with his notes—dates, oiling schedules, little observations. But the last entry was different. It said: “The weight cable is frayed. I don’t have the strength to fix it. Maybe someone else will.” I felt something cold settle in my chest. Grandpa had known. He had written this for someone to find. He had written it for me. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: I reached out and touched the frayed cable, my fingers trembling against the cold steel. Paragraph 2: Three weeks later, the clock tower bell rang again—and this time, the whole town stopped to listen. 动静结合设计详解 场景类型 原文静态描写 动态转化/对比 写作技法 静→动 “massive gears hung motionless, frozen mid-turn”；“silence so thick” 续写中“the old gears groaned, then turned—one tooth, then another, then a full rotation” 静态机械被赋予生命般的“喘息” 静中藏动 “wood creaked like a cat purring”（细微声音打破绝对寂静） 续写中“my own breathing seemed too loud against the quiet clink of metal” 以微弱声音反衬宏大寂静 动→静（升华） 未直接出现 续写结尾“the bell’s last echo hung in the air, and for a moment, the whole town was silent—but it was a different silence this time. Not emptiness. Stillness.” “寂静”从“空洞”变为“深沉”的情感转化 环境烘托 “dusty, dim”静态室内 续写中“the light shifted as the gears moved, throwing dancing shadows across the walls” 光影随齿轮运动而变化 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I reached out and touched the frayed cable, my fingers trembling against the cold steel. The metal strands were brittle, some already snapped, and I could feel the weight of the clock‘s broken heart in my hand. I opened Grandpa’s journal again and read his notes carefully—the exact measurements of the cable, the name of the supplier he had used for thirty years, the diagram he had drawn of the pulley system. I traced his lines with my finger, and for a moment, I could almost see him sitting here, his spectacles low on his nose, his lips moving silently as he calculated. I took a deep breath and wrote in the margin: “I’ll fix it, Grandpa. I promise.” Then I climbed down the stairs, my steps quicker than before, the creak of the wood no longer a cat‘s purr but an urgent whisper. Paragraph 2: Three weeks later, the clock tower bell rang again—and this time, the whole town stopped to listen. I stood at the base of the tower, my hands still stained with grease, my heart pounding as the huge brass hammer struck the bell for the first time in months. The sound rolled across the square, deep and full, like a giant waking from a long sleep. Shopkeepers stepped outside. Children paused mid-run. An old woman crossing the street looked up, her eyes glistening. And then—something I had not expected—a few people began to clap. Someone called out, “Thank you.” I looked up at the clock face, at the hands that were now perfectly on time, and I felt Grandpa beside me, felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder. The bell tolled twelve times, and when the last echo faded, the town did not move. It simply stood there, still and quiet, breathing with the rhythm of the clock. Passage 4 2026年全国II卷改编——废弃篮球场 本题改编自2026年新高考II卷模拟题源材料（主题为“成长与告别”），在原题基础上强化了“废弃球场”中静物与动态回忆的交织描写。 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。 The basketball court behind the old school hadn‘t been used in years. The asphalt was cracked, the hoops rusted, and weeds pushed through the concrete like stubborn fingers reaching for the sky. But for me, it was sacred ground—the place where my brother Jake had taught me to play when I was seven. That was eight years ago. Jake was gone now—not dead, but far away, across the country, chasing a basketball career that had swallowed him whole. He had left at eighteen, promising to come back, but I hadn’t seen him since. The court had waited. So had I. I stood at the free-throw line, the only spot on the court where the asphalt was still smooth—worn down by Jake‘s countless practice shots. I closed my eyes and could still hear the echo: the thump-thump of the ball, the swish of the net, Jake’s voice calling, “Elbows in. Follow through. Don‘t watch the ball—watch the rim.” The wind blew through the chain-link fence, rattling the loose links like a skeleton’s fingers. I kicked a loose pebble and watched it skitter across the cracked surface. Then I saw it—a faded yellow mark on the backboard, right above the rim. Jake had put it there with a piece of chalk. “Aim for the spot,” he had said. “If you hit the spot, the ball goes in every time.” I hadn‘t touched a basketball in two years. The game had always been Jake’s, never mine. But on that empty court, with the afternoon sun casting long shadows, I reached into the weeds and picked up a rusted ball that someone had left behind. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: The ball was flat and scuffed, but it still fit in my hands. Paragraph 2: I didn‘t hear the footsteps, but I felt the shadow fall across the free-throw line. 动静结合设计详解 场景类型 原文静态描写 动态转化/对比 写作技法 静物烘托 “cracked asphalt, rusted hoops, weeds pushing through concrete” 续写中“the ball arced through the still air, and for a moment, the whole world went quiet before the net whispered” 废弃球场的“死寂”被一个投篮激活 动势转化 风“rattling the loose links like a skeleton‘s fingers”（动感比喻） 续写中“the chain-link fence stopped rattling as the wind died, and everything held its breath” 环境风停喻示关键时刻的到来 静态意象→动态触发 “faded yellow mark on the backboard” 续写中“my fingers remembered the weight, the release, the arc—and the ball hit the spot. Swish.” 静态标记成为动作的“靶心”与记忆锚点 动→静（高潮） 未直接出现 续写中“the ball rolled to a stop in the tall grass. Everything was still. And then I heard it—a low whistle from behind me.” 球落草中，全场静止，为人物登场蓄势 参考范文 Paragraph 1: The ball was flat and scuffed, but it still fit in my hands. I stood at the free-throw line, the familiar spot where Jake had once stood with me for hours, his patience infinite, his instructions repeated like a prayer. I turned the ball in my palms, feeling the worn leather, the lost air pressure. It was dead—but so was the court, so was the memory, so was I. I bent my knees, just as Jake had taught me. Elbows in. Follow through. I raised the ball, my eyes fixed on that faded yellow mark, and I let it fly. The ball arced through the still air, slow and uncertain, and for a moment, the whole world went quiet—no wind, no rattling fence, no distant traffic. Then—clank. It hit the rim and bounced away, rolling into the weeds. I sighed and walked after it. Paragraph 2: I didn‘t hear the footsteps, but I felt the shadow fall across the free-throw line. I turned around, and there he was. Jake. Standing at the edge of the court, his old basketball shoes scuffed, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, a thin smile on his face. He looked older, tired, but his eyes were the same—bright, restless, always watching the rim. “You’re holding your elbow too low,” he said quietly. I felt my throat tighten. He walked toward me, picked up the dead ball, and bounced it once—thump—its hollow sound echoing across the empty court. He didn‘t explain why he was there. He didn’t apologize. He simply stood at the free-throw line, elbows in, and aimed at the faded yellow mark. The ball left his hands in a perfect arc, clean and certain, and hit the spot. Swish. The net whispered, and for a moment, we were seven and fifteen again, and the court was never broken at all. Passage 5 2025年全国二卷改编——白围巾 本题改编自2025年全国乙卷读后续写题源材料（主题为“代际传承”），在原题基础上设计了“白围巾”作为核心象征物的伏笔照应链条。 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。 My grandmother knitted a white scarf for me the winter I was born. It was too big then—she said I‘d grow into it—and she had been right. I wore it every winter without fail for eighteen years. The yarn had softened with age, the edges slightly frayed, but the tiny blue star she had knitted near the bottom remained as bright as the day she finished it. Grandma passed away when I was ten, but I never stopped wearing the scarf. It was my luck charm, my comfort, the warmest thing in my closet. My friends made fun of it—“It looks like a cloud got stuck in a washing machine,” Mark once joked—but I didn’t care. Every time I wrapped it around my neck, I could still smell her lavender soap. That year, our school organized a winter charity drive for the homeless shelter downtown. The teacher asked us to bring warm clothes to donate. I packed an old jacket, a pair of gloves, and was about to close the bag when my mother walked in. “What about the scarf?” she asked, pointing to the white yarn hanging over my chair. I froze. “Not the scarf.” “It‘s old. It’s too short for you now. And someone out there needs it more than you do.” I wanted to argue, but she was right. The scarf barely reached my chest now. I pulled it off the chair and held it for a long moment, my thumb tracing the blue star over and over. Then I folded it—carefully, as if it were made of glass—and placed it in the bag. At the shelter, I helped distribute the donations. I watched a young boy, no more than eight, rummage through the pile and pull out the white scarf. He held it up, and I saw his face light up. He wrapped it around his neck—twice, three times—and buried his nose in the soft yarn. Then he ran off to show his mother. I smiled. It hurt. But I smiled. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: Three years later, I walked into the same shelter to volunteer again. Paragraph 2: The boy pulled the scarf from his own neck and held it out to me, his eyes shining. 伏笔照应设计详解 伏笔位置 伏笔内容 照应设计（续写） 照应方式 原文伏笔1 “tiny blue star knitted near the bottom remained bright” 续写中“the blue star was faded now—the yarn looser—but it was still there, still bright enough to see” 实物照应：同一标志物随岁月变化但未消失 原文伏笔2 “Every time I wrapped it around my neck, I could still smell her lavender soap” 续写中“I buried my face in it, and for one breath, I smelled it—lavender, faint but unmistakable” 嗅觉照应：气味穿越时间重现 原文伏笔3 “my thumb tracing the blue star over and over” 续写中“his thumb was tracing the blue star—the exact same gesture, over and over” 动作照应：同一习惯性动作在不同人身上复现 原文伏笔4 “He wrapped it around his neck—twice, three times—and buried his nose in the soft yarn” 续写中“I took the scarf and wrapped it around my neck—once, twice—and for a moment, I was eighteen again” 动作照应：相同动作（缠绕围巾）在不同时间点重现 参考范文 Paragraph 1: Three years later, I walked into the same shelter to volunteer again. I had grown taller, moved on to college, and somehow convinced myself that I had forgotten the white scarf. But the moment I stepped through the door, the smell of the place—warm soup, old wood, faint bleach—brought everything back. I was setting up tables when I noticed a boy sitting in the corner. He was maybe eleven now, with dark hair and a familiar bundle of white wrapped around his neck. I stopped. It was the scarf—the blue star still visible, the edges more frayed than before, but unmistakable. He was reading a worn-out book, his fingers absentmindedly stroking the knitted yarn. I stood there, frozen, unsure whether to approach him or turn away. Paragraph 2: The boy pulled the scarf from his own neck and held it out to me, his eyes shining. “It’s yours, isn‘t it?” he said quietly. “I saw you staring.” I opened my mouth to deny it, but no words came. He walked closer and pressed the soft yarn into my hands. “I’ve worn it every winter since that day,” he said. “My mom said someone special gave it away. I knew I‘d find you someday.” I knelt beside him, my throat tight, and I looked down at the scarf—the blue star faded now, the yarn looser, but still warm. “It was my grandmother’s,” I whispered. He nodded. “I know. I felt it.” I pulled the scarf around my neck, once, twice, and for a breathless moment, I smelled lavender—faint, unmistakable—and I felt Grandma there between us. “Keep it,” I said. “It chose you.” The boy smiled, and the star seemed to glow again. Passage 6 2026年山东模拟改编——玻璃罐 本题改编自2026年山东模拟考读后续写题源材料（主题为“邻里温情”），设计了“玻璃罐”作为伏笔照应的核心意象。 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。 My neighbor Mrs. Gable was a woman of habits. She watered her roses every morning at exactly 7:15. She swept her porch every afternoon at 4:30. And every evening, just before sunset, she carried a small glass jar out to her front porch and placed it on the rail, where the last light would catch it. I had watched her do this for years. The jar was nothing special—just a mason jar with a scratched surface and a dented lid. But when the sun hit it at the right angle, it threw tiny rainbows across the porch, across her face, across the sleeping cat at her feet. One afternoon, I found Mrs. Gable sitting on her porch steps, the jar in her hands. She looked tired—more tired than I had ever seen her. “It’s my husband‘s,” she said without looking up. “He made it for me the year we were married. He said the jar would always catch the sunset for me, even when he couldn’t anymore.” He had passed away twenty years ago. I sat beside her. She smiled faintly and placed the jar in my hands. “You take it,” she said. “I won‘t be needing it soon.” I tried to refuse, but she closed my fingers around the cool glass. “Just keep it safe,” she whispered. “And when the time comes—you’ll know what to do.” She passed away that winter. Her house stood empty for months, then a new family moved in—a young couple with a little girl who had bright eyes and curious hands. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Paragraph 1: I watched the new family from my window, the glass jar still sitting on my own porch rail. Paragraph 2: The little girl found me in my garden, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and held up the jar. 伏笔照应设计详解 伏笔位置 伏笔内容 照应设计（续写） 照应方式 原文伏笔1 “carried a small glass jar out to her front porch and placed it on the rail, where the last light would catch it” 续写中“I brought the jar out at sunset, placed it on my rail, and the light caught it—just as Mrs. Gable had done every evening” 动作照应：同一动作在不同人物身上传承 原文伏笔2 “it threw tiny rainbows across the porch” 续写中“the jar threw tiny rainbows across the grass, across the little girl’s dress, across the new cat asleep on the warm stones” 视觉照应：彩虹光影在新场景中重现 原文伏笔3 “He said the jar would always catch the sunset for me, even when he couldn‘t anymore” 续写中“I knelt beside her. ’That jar,” I said, “it catches the sunset for people who need it.” She looked at the rainbow on her palm and nodded slowly.” 语义照应：同一句话在不同语境中被重新诠释 原文伏笔4 “Just keep it safe. And when the time comes—you‘ll know what to do.” 续写中“I knew what to do. I smiled and told her, ‘That jar is for you now.’” 对话照应：未完成的指令在恰当时机被完成 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I watched the new family from my window, the glass jar still sitting on my own porch rail. Every evening at sunset, I had taken the jar outside—just as Mrs. Gable had done—and placed it where the light could find it. The little girl next door, maybe five or six, would often stop and stare at the rainbows flickering across our shared garden fence. She never spoke to me, but her eyes followed the colors like they were magic. One evening, I saw her mother call her inside, but the girl lingered by the fence, her small hand reaching toward the dancing light. I smiled and said nothing. That night, I left the jar on the porch rail a little longer than usual. I thought I heard a small gasp from next door, then the soft sound of footsteps running toward the house. Paragraph 2: The little girl found me in my garden, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and held up the jar. “I saw the rainbows!” she said, her voice breathless. “They fell on my hand, and they sparkled!” I knelt beside her, the scent of fresh earth rising around us. “You know what that jar is?” I asked. She shook her head, clutching the scratched glass to her chest. “It catches the sunset for people who need it,” I said. “A very kind woman gave it to me, and now—I think it wants to be with you.” She looked down at the jar, and I saw the last light of the day catch the glass, throwing a tiny rainbow across her cheek. Her eyes widened. “Really?” she whispered. I nodded. “Really. Just promise me one thing.” “Anything!” “When you grow up, and someone needs it more than you do—you’ll know what to do.” She hugged the jar and ran off, the rainbows dancing across the grass behind her. And I knew Mrs. Gable was somewhere, smiling. 拔高·模拟预测 Passage 1 2026年1月江苏省南京市·盐城市高三期末改编——祖母的花园 （主题为“纪念缅怀·温暖传承”），在原题基础上强化了嗅觉、触觉、听觉等多感描写设计。 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。 My grandmother’s garden was her sanctuary. For sixty years, she had tended to it with the patience of a woman who understood that some things cannot be rushed. The roses were her pride—deep crimson ones that climbed the trellis, pale pink ones that lined the stone path. The air around them always smelled of honey and damp earth, a scent I had known since I could walk. She taught me everything: how to pinch the dead heads, how to tell when the soil was thirsty, how to listen to the garden. “A garden talks,” she would say, her gnarled fingers brushing the petals. “You just have to be quiet enough to hear it.” And I did hear it—the bees humming their lazy song, the leaves rustling in the breeze, the soft thud of a fallen apple meeting the grass. She passed away last spring. The garden, without her, began to change. The roses grew wild, tangling into thickets. Weeds pushed through the gravel. The trellis groaned under the weight of untamed vines. My parents wanted to sell the house, but I begged them to wait—just one more summer. I needed to say goodbye properly. On the first Saturday of June, I walked into the garden alone. The gate squeaked on its rusty hinges—a sound I had not heard since I was a child. I stood in the center, surrounded by chaos, and tried to remember the order she had left. But the only order I could find was in my memory: the feeling of her hand on mine, guiding the pruning shears; the taste of her warm strawberry jam on toast; the sound of her humming a song from her childhood. I knelt by the rose trellis and touched the rough bark. “I don’t know how to save you,” I whispered. And then, I heard it—not a voice, but a breeze that carried the faintest scent of honey, as if the garden was answering me. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I stood up and began to work, my hands finding movements I had forgotten. Paragraph 2: When my parents came to check on me at sunset, they stopped at the gate in silence. 多感描写设计详解 感官类型 原文伏笔/环境铺垫 续写照应与扩展 写作技法 嗅觉 “air smelled of honey and damp earth”；“faintest scent of honey” 续写中“the scent of honey grew stronger, as if the garden itself was breathing”；“the fragrance of roses filled the cooling air” 气味从“回忆中的记忆”转为“当下的真实”，暗示祖母仍在 触觉 “gnarled fingers brushing the petals”；“rough bark” 续写中“the thorns scratched my arms, but I did not stop—the sting felt like proof that I was awake”；“my palms were raw and stained with green” 触觉的“痛感”成为情感联结的媒介 听觉 “bees humming”；“leaves rustling”；“soft thud”；“gate squeaked” 续写中“the click of the shears became a rhythm”；“the humming returned—not from bees, but from somewhere inside me” 从“记忆中的声音”到“当下内心的声音”，听觉细节贯穿全文 味觉（间接） “warm strawberry jam on toast” 续写中“my lips tasted salt from my tears mixed with the sweetness of a wild strawberry I found hidden in the leaves” 味觉在劳作中自然呈现 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I stood up and began to work, my hands finding movements I had forgotten. The pruning shears felt familiar in my palm—the same weight, the same worn handle where Grandma’s fingers had left their mark. I snipped the dead branches, one by one, and the clean sound of each cut echoed across the quiet garden. The thorns scratched my arms, drawing thin red lines, but the sting felt like proof that I was still here, still trying. I pulled weeds until my palms were raw and stained with green, and I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. As I worked, I began to hum—the old song she used to hum, the one about the robin and the rose. The scent of honey grew stronger, as if the garden itself was breathing along with me. Paragraph 2: When my parents came to check on me at sunset, they stopped at the gate in silence. The trellis stood straight again, the roses pruned and tied, and the path was clear of weeds. The golden light of the setting sun caught the crimson petals, making them glow like embers. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth, and my father just stared. “It looks like she never left,” he whispered. I walked toward them, my hands dirty, my hair tangled with leaves, and I smiled. “She didn’t,” I said. I lifted my hand, and for a moment, the breeze carried the scent of honey so strongly that they both caught it. The garden was not a memory—it was a conversation we had only just learned to continue. Passage 2 2026年1月广东省佛山市高三一模改编——暴雨中的公交车 （主题为“成长发现·别样闪光”），在原题基础上强化了视觉、听觉、触觉的多感场景描写。 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。 The summer rain came without warning. One moment the sky was clear, the next it had torn open, pouring water onto the streets in thick, grey sheets. I stood under the bus shelter with a dozen other strangers, my schoolbag clutched to my chest, watching the rain turn the road into a river. I was seventeen, impatient, and convinced that this was the worst possible end to the worst possible day. The air smelled of wet asphalt and car exhaust, heavy and suffocating. The bus was late—as usual. The man beside me, an elderly gentleman in a worn-out coat, coughed into his elbow and murmured something I could not catch. A crack of thunder rolled across the sky, so loud that I felt it in my ribcage. The woman next to me jumped and dropped her shopping bag. Oranges spilled across the wet pavement, rolling into the gutter. She gasped, and before I could think, I bent down to help her. We reached for the same orange—the last one—and our fingers brushed. Her hands were cold and trembling. She smiled at me, a tired, grateful smile. “Thank you, dear,” she said. And then she told me her name was Mrs. Chen, and she was on her way to visit her husband in the hospital. “He’s been there for three months,” she said softly. “I visit him every day. The rain doesn’t stop me.” I looked at her—her thin coat, her shaking hands, the small, faded umbrella she held that would barely cover one person, let alone two. The rain continued to fall, relentless, drumming against the shelter roof like a thousand tiny fists. The bus finally arrived, its headlights cutting through the grey. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: As we stepped onto the bus, I made a decision. Paragraph 2: When we reached the hospital stop, Mrs. Chen turned to me with tears in her eyes. 多感描写设计详解 感官类型 原文伏笔/环境铺垫 续写照应与扩展 写作技法 听觉 “thunder rolled across the sky, so loud that I felt it in my ribcage”；“rain drumming against the shelter roof” 续写中“the rain’s rhythm softened as we talked”；“the bus engine’s low hum became the backdrop of our conversation” 声音从“压迫性”转为“陪伴性”，呼应情感变化 触觉 “hands were cold and trembling”；“wet asphalt” 续写中“I felt the cold water seeping through my shoes”；“her hand was still cold, but no longer trembling—or perhaps it was my hand that had stopped shaking” 温度与触觉的变化暗示情感治愈 视觉 “grey sheets” of rain；“headlights cutting through the grey” 续写中“the rain turned silver in the streetlights”；“I saw her reflection in the rain-streaked window, and she was smiling” 光影变化映射内心转变 嗅觉 “wet asphalt and car exhaust” 续写中“the smell of rain and wet wool filled the bus”；“the air smelled cleaner now, as if the storm had washed everything—including my bad mood—away” 嗅觉从“压抑”转为“清新”，暗示心态转变 参考范文 Paragraph 1: As we stepped onto the bus, I made a decision. I motioned for Mrs. Chen to take the only empty seat near the window, and I stood beside her, gripping the cold metal pole as the bus lurched forward. The rain continued its assault on the windows, blurring the city into watercolors, but inside, the bus felt strangely warm. I asked her about her husband—what he was like, how they met. Her voice, thin at first, grew stronger as she spoke. She told me about their first date at a noodle shop, his laugh that filled the room, the way he still called her “little one” even though they were both past seventy. I listened, forgetting the wet socks in my shoes, forgetting my ruined schoolwork, forgetting everything except the story unfolding beside me. Paragraph 2: When we reached the hospital stop, Mrs. Chen turned to me with tears in her eyes. She took my hand—her cold, trembling fingers closing around mine—and squeezed. “You remind me of my granddaughter,” she whispered. “She lives far away. I miss her every day.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and reached into my schoolbag. I pulled out my umbrella—the one I had been too stubborn to use—and pressed it into her hands. “For tomorrow,” I said. “The forecast says more rain.” She looked at the umbrella, then at me, and a tear slid down her cheek. The rain had softened to a drizzle by then, and the clouds were beginning to break. I watched her walk toward the hospital entrance, her thin figure under my umbrella, and I realized that the worst day of my life had turned into something I would never forget—all because of a woman, a storm, and a decision I almost didn’t make. Passage 3 2026年1月湖北省黄冈市高三期末改编——老钢琴 （主题为“邻里温情·双向奔赴”），在原题基础上设计了“老钢琴”作为动静交替的核心场景。 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。 The piano had sat in the corner of Mrs. Lin’s living room for forty years. It was a silent monument to a life she had once lived—when her fingers had flown across the keys, when music had filled every room of her small apartment. Now, the keys were yellowed, the pedals stiff with disuse, and a thin layer of dust covered the polished wood. I was her neighbor, a college student who had moved into the building two years ago. We had never spoken much—just nods in the hallway, the occasional “good morning.” But every evening at exactly six o’clock, I heard it: the faintest sound of a single note, played once, and then silence. It was so quiet that I sometimes wondered if I had imagined it. One evening, I knocked on her door. She opened it slowly, her face lined with age, her eyes tired but sharp. “I heard the note,” I said. “Every evening. The same one.” She stared at me for a long moment. Then she stepped aside and let me in. The room was frozen in time. Photographs covered the walls—a young man in uniform, a wedding, children I did not recognize. The piano sat in the corner, immobile, like a great beast that had fallen asleep and never woken. Mrs. Lin sat down on the bench. Her hands hovered over the keys, trembling, not quite touching them. “He bought this for me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “My husband. He said I played like an angel. That was before the war, before he left, before everything stopped.” She pressed one key—the same note I heard every evening—and then she stopped. “I can’t play anymore,” she said. “My hands. They don’t listen.” I looked at the piano, at the dust, at the frozen photographs. The only movement in the room was the slow drift of dust motes in the evening light. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I walked over to the piano and sat beside her on the bench. Paragraph 2: The next evening, I heard something different from Mrs. Lin’s apartment. 动静结合设计详解 场景类型 原文静态描写 动态转化/对比 写作技法 静→动 “piano sat in the corner... silent monument”；“hands hovered over the keys, trembling, not quite touching” 续写中“my fingers found the keys, and the first chord broke the silence like a stone through glass”；“the piano, the room, the dust motes—everything began to move” 静态乐器被激活为动态声音源 静中藏动 “the faintest sound of a single note, played once, and then silence”；“slow drift of dust motes” 续写中“the notes grew from a whisper to a conversation”；“the dust motes seemed to dance in the light” 以极细微动静反衬整体的静止与压抑 动→静（高潮） 未直接出现 续写中“when the last note faded, the room was silent again—but it was a different silence. Not empty. Full.” “寂静”从“空洞”转为“充实”的情感升华 环境呼应 “frozen in time”；“immobile, like a great beast” 续写中“the old piano seemed to breathe”；“the photographs on the walls seemed to lean in, listening” 静物被赋予“生命感”，与人物情感共振 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I walked over to the piano and sat beside her on the bench. The worn wood creaked under our combined weight, and I could smell the dust and old polish. “May I?” I asked, my fingers hovering above the keys. She nodded slowly, her eyes unsure. I pressed a chord—C major, simple and open—and the sound filled the room like a long-held breath finally released. I played slowly, haltingly, the melody of a folk song my grandmother used to sing. Mrs. Lin sat very still beside me, and then, without a word, her hand moved. Her trembling fingers found the keys—hesitant at first, then more sure—and she began to play with me. Her left hand found the bass notes, simple and steady, while my right hand carried the tune. We played together, two strangers at a piano, and the dust motes seemed to dance in the golden light. Paragraph 2: The next evening, I heard something different from Mrs. Lin’s apartment. The same note was still there—that single, lonely key—but now it was followed by another. And another. And then, a melody, thin and fragile, like a bird learning to fly. I stood in the hallway, my heart in my throat, listening as the old piano spoke again for the first time in years. I did not knock. I simply leaned against the wall and let the music wash over me. It was imperfect—notes stumbled, rhythms wavered—but it was alive. When the music stopped, I heard a quiet laugh from behind the door, and then the sound of the piano bench scraping back. The apartment, once frozen in silence, was breathing again. And I knew that Mrs. Lin had found her way back to herself—one note at a time. Passage 4 2026年1月广东省大湾区高三一模改编——空荡的教室 （主题为“温情回忆·弥补遗憾”），在原题基础上强化了“静物”与“动态记忆”交织的描写。 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。 The classroom was empty, and I was the only one left. Graduation was tomorrow, and everyone had already gone home to celebrate with their families. But I needed one more moment—one last look at the room that had held my teenage years. The desks sat in neat rows, silent and patient, their surfaces scarred with years of graffiti. I walked to my usual seat, the one by the window, and ran my fingers along the carved initials. A bird sang somewhere outside, its song the only sound in the stillness. I remembered the first day I walked into this room—scared, lost, convinced I would never belong. My classmates were loud, their laughter bouncing off the walls. I sat in the back and said nothing. But over the years, the silence had broken. I had found friends, found a voice, found a version of myself I had not known existed. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting long, golden rectangles across the floor. The dust particles floated in the beams, slow and aimless, like memories waiting to be caught. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and unfolded it—a letter I had started writing three years ago. It was addressed to my class, a thank-you I had never had the courage to finish. I read the first line: “I was the quiet girl in the back row.” And then I stopped. The words felt too small, too simple for what I really wanted to say. The classroom was so quiet that I could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second a small goodbye. I picked up a pen and began to rewrite. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: The pen moved across the paper, and suddenly the room began to fill with everything I had never said. Paragraph 2: I left the letter on the teacher’s desk and walked out of the classroom. 动静结合设计详解 场景类型 原文静态描写 动态转化/对比 写作技法 静→动（记忆涌入） “desks sat in neat rows, silent”；“dust particles floated...slow and aimless” 续写中“the silent desks became filled with the ghosts of my classmates”；“their laughter echoed through the empty room” 静态空间被“记忆的动感”填满，形成虚实对照 静中藏动 “bird sang...the only sound in the stillness”；“ticking of the clock” 续写中“the ticking grew louder, quicker, as if the clock was running out of time—just like us” 时间的流动感在寂静中被放大 静物烘托 “scars of graffiti”；“golden rectangles across the floor” 续写中“the sunset light shifted, throwing the shadows into a different shape—as if the room was transforming itself” 光影变化暗示时间的流逝与心境的变化 动→静（留白） 未直接出现 续写中“the door clicked shut behind me. Inside, the room was silent again. But I knew—it was no longer empty.” 结尾以“寂静”收束，但寂静已承载了情感 参考范文 Paragraph 1: The pen moved across the paper, and suddenly the room began to fill with everything I had never said. I wrote about the first time Mia had shared her lunch with me, the way Leo had always made me laugh during physics, the kindness of our teacher who had stayed after class to help me when I was struggling. With every word, the silent desks seemed to fill with the ghosts of my friends—their laughter echoed, their voices mingled, and I could almost see them sitting there, tossing paper balls and whispering secrets. I wrote about the day I had finally spoken up in class, the applause that had surprised me, the feeling of being seen for the first time. The afternoon sun shifted across the floor, and I kept writing until the paper was full and my hand ached. The clock ticked on, but I did not stop. I had spent three years learning to speak, and this was my final lesson. Paragraph 2: I left the letter on the teacher’s desk and walked out of the classroom. The door clicked shut behind me, and the hallway stretched out, empty and quiet. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing against the tiled floor, but I did not look back. I knew the room was empty now—but it was no longer empty. The desks would sit in their rows, silent and still, but the walls had heard everything I had written. The laughter, the tears, the quiet girl who had finally found her voice—it was all there, pressed into the paper, folded into the afternoon light. I reached the end of the hallway and paused. A bird was still singing. And for the first time in three years, I joined it. Passage 5 2025年全国二卷改编（江苏卷题源迁移）——父亲的信 本题改编自2025年全国二卷读后续写真题核心主题（“亲情与和解”），结合2026年1月江苏省南京市、盐城市高三期末“纪念缅怀·温暖传承”话题方向改编，设计了“信件”作为伏笔照应核心意象。 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。 My father was never a man of letters. He showed his love through action—fixing my bike, making breakfast, driving me to school in silence. He had a way of rubbing the back of his neck when he was nervous, a gesture I had inherited without realizing it. We understood each other without words. Or so I thought. When I turned eighteen, I announced that I was moving across the country for college. He nodded and said, “Good for you.” That was all. No speech. No hug. Just those two words. The week before I left, I found a box in the attic. It was hidden behind old Christmas decorations, dusty and unremarkable. Inside, I found letters—dozens of them, all addressed to me, all never sent. The handwriting was my father’s, small and careful, as if each word had been weighed before it was written. I opened the first one. It was dated the day I was born. “Dear Son, I held you today for the first time. I don’t know how to say this out loud, so I’m writing it down. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I promise to be the father you deserve—even if I don’t always know how.” I sat down on the dusty floor, my legs unable to hold me. I read the next letter, and the next. Each one was dated—birthdays, first days of school, the day I broke my arm, the day I came home crying because I had been bullied. He had written to me for eighteen years, and he had never shown me a single word. “I wanted to tell you how proud I am,” one letter read, “but the words get stuck somewhere between my heart and my mouth.” The final letter was dated the day I told him I was moving. “I’m going to miss you more than you will ever know. But I’ll be here, writing letters you will never read, because that’s the only way I know how to love you out loud.” 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I walked downstairs with the letters in my hands, my heart pounding. Paragraph 2: That night, I began writing a letter of my own. 伏笔照应设计详解 伏笔位置 伏笔内容 照应设计（续写） 照应方式 原文伏笔1 “He had a way of rubbing the back of his neck when he was nervous” 续写中“he looked at me, and his hand went to the back of his neck—the same gesture I had seen a thousand times, the same one I had inherited” 动作照应：同一习惯性动作在情感时刻复现 原文伏笔2 “I promise to be the father you deserve—even if I don’t always know how” 续写中“I wrote, ‘You were the father I deserved. I just didn’t know it until now.’” 文字照应：十八年前的信与当下的回信形成对话 原文伏笔3 “the words get stuck somewhere between my heart and my mouth” 续写中“he opened his mouth, but no words came—and for once, I understood. Some things cannot be spoken. They can only be written, or felt, or held.” 语义照应：同一句话在父子间产生“共情” 原文伏笔4 “writing letters you will never read” 续写中“I placed my letter in the box with all of his—a reply to words I had been reading my whole life, even before I knew they existed” 实物照应：信匣从“单向倾诉”变为“双向对话” 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I walked downstairs with the letters in my hands, my heart pounding. My father was in the kitchen, washing dishes, his back to me. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching him—the slow, deliberate way he scrubbed each plate, the slight stoop in his shoulders that I had never noticed before. He turned off the water and dried his hands, and when he turned around and saw me, his eyes fell to the letters in my hands. He went very still. “I found them,” I said. He looked at me, and his hand went to the back of his neck—the same gesture I had seen a thousand times, the same one I had inherited. “I never meant for you to—” he began, but I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his body stiffen, then relax, then hold me back. He had held me as a baby, taught me to ride a bike, driven me to school—but this was the first time he held me like this. I felt his breath against my shoulder, uneven and warm. Paragraph 2: That night, I began writing a letter of my own. I wrote about the first time I saw him cry—when my mother left—and how I had pretended not to notice. I wrote about the mornings he had woken up early to make my breakfast, the evenings he had waited up for me to come home, the silence that had always felt like absence but was actually presence. “You taught me how to love without words,” I wrote. “I thought I needed you to say it. But you had been saying it my whole life—with every bike you fixed, every meal you made, every night you stayed up waiting for me.” I folded the letter and placed it in the box with all of his. I left it on the kitchen table, next to his coffee cup. In the morning, he would find it. And for the first time, he would read words that were written for him. Passage 6 2026年1月浙江省某市高三期末改编——雨中的红伞 （主题为“成长中的领悟与和解”），结合2024年全国卷“承诺与诚信”的伏笔设计思路，设计了“红伞”作为象征物的伏笔照应链条。 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。 My mother gave me a red umbrella on my fifteenth birthday. “For the rainy days,” she said with a smile. “Whenever you open it, remember that I’m thinking of you.” I laughed and told her it was just an umbrella, but I kept it anyway—folded carefully in my schoolbag, even when the sky was clear. That was three years ago. My mother had passed away that winter—suddenly, quietly, in her sleep. The red umbrella had been her last gift to me. I took it everywhere, though I rarely opened it. It felt too precious, too fragile, too filled with her. One rainy afternoon, I was walking home from school when I saw a girl sitting on a bench near the park. She was maybe ten, soaking wet, her school uniform clinging to her thin shoulders. She was crying—not loudly, but with the quiet, hopeless sobs of someone who had given up on being found. I stopped. I recognized the bench. It was the same bench where my mother used to sit and wait for me after school, holding the red umbrella, waving when she saw me cross the street. I walked toward the girl and knelt in front of her. “Are you lost?” I asked. She nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her wet hand. She pointed to the empty bus stop across the road. “I missed the bus,” she whispered. “And my phone is dead. And I don’t know anyone here.” I looked at the rain. I looked at the red umbrella in my bag. The last time I had opened it was the day of her funeral—I had opened it over her grave, just to feel her with me one last time. 注意： 续写词数应为150左右； 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应作答。 Paragraph 1: I pulled out the red umbrella and opened it over both of us. Paragraph 2: When her mother arrived, I watched from the bench as the red umbrella sat beside me, closed and dripping. 伏笔照应设计详解 伏笔位置 伏笔内容 照应设计（续写） 照应方式 原文伏笔1 “For the rainy days. Whenever you open it, remember that I’m thinking of you.” 续写中“the umbrella opened with a soft click—the same sound it had made the day she gave it to me—and I heard her voice: ‘I’m thinking of you.’” 对话照应：母亲的话在打开伞的瞬间在记忆中复现 原文伏笔2 “The red umbrella had been her last gift to me.” 续写中“this was the first time I had shared it with someone else. Somehow, I knew she would have wanted that.” 动作照应：从“独占”到“分享”，标志情感成长 原文伏笔3 “It was the same bench where my mother used to sit and wait” 续写中“the girl’s mother ran toward us—and in that moment, I saw my own mother running toward me on a rainy afternoon, years ago, her red umbrella bouncing above her head” 场景照应：同一地点触发记忆闪回 原文伏笔4 “I had opened it over her grave” 续写中“the umbrella had been opened over a grave. Now it was opened over a girl who was very much alive. It was the same umbrella, but it felt different—lighter, warmer.” 象征照应：伞从“告别”转为“守护”，意象意义转变 参考范文 Paragraph 1: I pulled out the red umbrella and opened it over both of us. The familiar click of the metal frame brought a lump to my throat—the same sound I had heard a thousand times before, the same sound that had echoed over my mother’s grave three years ago. The girl looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “I’ll wait with you until your mother comes,” I said. I sat beside her on the wet bench, my arm around her thin shoulders, the red umbrella casting its warm glow over us both. The rain drummed against the fabric, but we were dry—and somehow, I felt my mother beside me, her hand on my shoulder, her smile in the raindrops. I asked the girl her name. She whispered, “Lily.” I smiled. “My mother loved lilies.” She looked at me with those wet, curious eyes, and for the next twenty minutes, we sat in silence—but it was a comfortable silence, filled with the sound of rain and the warmth of the umbrella. Paragraph 2: When her mother arrived, I watched from the bench as the red umbrella sat beside me, closed and dripping. The woman ran toward us, her face a mixture of terror and relief, and she folded her daughter into her arms. Lily pointed at me and said, “She stayed with me, Mom.” Her mother turned, her eyes full of gratitude, and mouthed the words “thank you.” I nodded, too full to speak. I looked down at the red umbrella beside me—dripping, used, alive. The last time I had opened it, I had said goodbye. This time, I had said hello. I picked it up and held it close, and for a moment, I could almost hear my mother’s voice: “For the rainy days.” I smiled. It had been raining when I left the house that morning. But standing there, watching that mother and daughter walk away together, I realized the rain had never really been the point. The point was the umbrella. And what it meant to open it for someone else. 2 原创精品资源学科网独家享有版权，侵权必究！ 17 / 32 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 学科网（北京）股份有限公司 $