2024届高考英语 高考试卷最后一题--读后续写模拟题 课件（共26张PPT）

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高考最后一题
续写模拟题
模拟练习
Elizabeth walked into the yard, carrying a bunch of roses.
“Beautiful flowers for...or..., I'll never get it right!” she cried, throwing the roses on the ground.
Elizabeth had been practising her speech for a week. She'd presented flowers to the dog, the cat, and the statue in the garden.
Part of her couldn't wait. This Saturday, the great Ana Wolff, famous pianist, would perform at the concert hall in town. For four years, Elizabeth had taken piano lessons. She'd listened to Ms. Wolff's recordings over and over again loving the way the notes tumbled like a rushing mountain stream.
Part of Elizabeth was terrified. Her music teacher at school, Mr. Leaf, had asked Elizabeth to present the flowers to Ms. Wolff after the performance. Why did he have to choose her Elizabeth hated talking in front of people.
Each night, Elizabeth dreamt about music, spotlights, and shining grand piano. Sometimes she tripped（绊倒） and fell. Other times she forgot the words. Once the dream ended with Ms. Wolff rushing offstage before Elizabeth could say anything!
Despite all these, Elizabeth kept practicing. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful performance...” After all, it was an honor to share the stage with Ana Wolff.
Then, finally, the big day came. “All set, Elizabeth ” Mr. Leaf asked. “Her stomach tightened, but Elizabeth nodded at him.”
The lights dimmed, and Ms. Wolff walked onto the stage wearing a black gown. Smiling, she bowed. The audience clapped loudly. Ms. Wolff made her graceful way to the piano, took her seat and then began to play. Her fingers danced across the keys. She swayed and nodded, and her shiny black ponytail bobbed （跳跃）. Back and forth she raced her feet among the pedals.
Drawn into the music, Elizabeth forgot for a moment about the six words she had to say. Soon it was Ana Wolff's last piece before she knew it. And a burst of thunderous applause suddenly brought Elizabeth to reality. The frightening moment was almost there.
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Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth walked slowly towards Ms. Wolf, with roses tight in hand. ____________
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Just then, Elizabeth sensed someone patting her on the shoulder. _____________________
Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth w alked slow ly towards Ms. Wolff , w ith roses tight in hand . The stage lights felt blazing hot. Beads of sweat trickled down her face. Finally she struggled to the spot where Ms. Wolff was standing. Elizabeth opened her mouth. She mouthed the words, but no sound came out. Murmurs and scattered coughs came from the front row. Elizabeth tried again but the words felt stuck in her windpipe. She lowered her head, trying to block out the sadness erupting inside.
Just then, Elizabeth sensed someone patting her on the shoulder. She raised her head and saw Ms. Wolff looking at her with a warm smile. Ms. Wolff ruffled Elizabeth's hair and whispered in her ear, “Now you know how I feel every time I am on the stage! ” “You mean…you get terrified, too” asked Elizabeth. “I do. Just swallow that fear and smile,” soothed Ms. Wolf. Hearing that, Elizabeth gathered up her courage and said, “Beaut… Beautiful flowers for a beautiful performance! ” She handed the roses to Ana Wolff. The audience cheered. Ms. Wolff wrapped Elizabeth in a big hug. Scents of roses and Ms. Wolff's flowery perfume mingled.
深吸了口气，伊丽莎白手握玫瑰花，慢慢地走向沃尔夫女士。舞台上的灯光感觉很热。汗珠顺着她的脸滴下来。最后她挣扎到沃尔夫女士站立的地方。伊丽莎白张了张嘴。她嘴里念叨着这句话，却发不出任何声音。前排传来杂音和零散的咳嗽声。伊丽莎白又试了一次，但这些话感觉卡在了她的气管里。她低着头，努力掩饰内心爆发的悲伤。
就在这时，伊丽莎白感觉到有人在拍她的肩膀。她抬起头，看到沃尔夫女士带着温暖的微笑看着她。沃尔夫女士揉了揉伊丽莎白的头发，在她耳边低语：“现在你知道我每次在舞台上的感受了吧！” “你的意思是……你也害怕了，”伊丽莎白问。“我愿意。吞下恐惧然后微笑，”沃尔夫女士安慰道。伊莉莎白闻言，鼓起勇气，道：“美丽……美丽的花朵，美丽的表演！”她把玫瑰递给安娜沃尔夫。观众欢呼雀跃。沃尔夫女士紧紧地拥抱了伊丽莎白。玫瑰的香味和沃尔夫女士的花香混合在一起。
Emily White was born seventeen years ago with so many birth problems in her body. Some of her organs, bones and muscles were out of shape. No one expected her to survive. She did make it but with her strange body figure, everyone could recognize her, even from a distance.
In Emily White’s hometown, there was a yearly outdoor performance in the school auditorium (大礼堂). It had been performed for so many years and actually had become one of the most important events of the Christmas season for many of the town’s people. Many people tried out each year for it, but so many were turned away. It can only include the most excellent people in the field.
Emily had a beautiful singing voice. Last year she went to Mrs. Owens — her music teacher to ask to join in the performance. Without letting her sing, Mrs. Owens took a look at Amy’s body and said, “Child, you just don’t fit. Everyone would stare at you and that would make you uncomfortable. It would make them uncomfortable, too.” Without singing a single note, Emily was sent back through the door of the choral room. Hurt and upset, she decided never to try out again. But Mrs. Owens then retired.
This year, there came a new music teacher, Mr. Buttler. He heard about Emily and suggested that she have a try. Emily didn’t want to be rejected again, so she hesitated a little about it. As Emily struggled, the door was pushed open and Mr. Buttler called, “Emily, you’re next.” Although kind of nervous, Emily did as Mr. Buttler told her to do. Mr. Buttler sat by the piano to keep Emily company. When Emily finished her performance test, she thanked Mr. Buttler and knew the result would be posted on the door of the choral room the next day.
Emily couldn’t sleep that night. She was suffering from the feelings that she didn’t fit and the great need to be accepted. By the next morning, her stomach was even in pain because of stress.
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The next day, Emily nervously glanced at the list on the door of the choral room.
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Finally, the day of performance came.
The next day, Emily nervously glanced at the list on the door of the choral room. Beyond her expectations, on top of the list was her name! Overjoyed but doubtful, she pinched her hand hard only to find she wasn’t daydreaming. Then out of the room walked Mr. Buttler, whose eyes brimmed with smiles. “Emily, we had another piece of good news for you.” he said in a mysterious voice. The little girl looked at him in confusion. “We choose you to be the lead singer. Do you believe in yourself ” Mr. Buttler asked eagerly. Greatly encouraged, Emily nodded determinedly and promised to practice hard for the performance.
Finally, the day of performance came. Upon appearing on the stage, she was greeted with scornful eyes and even sneering. But as calm as a millpond, she began to sing her heart out. Who knew how many such situations she had come across She was really used to it. When she finished her song, there was a moment of silence, stillness, as if the world was holding its breath. Suddenly, thunderous applause broke out. Mr. Butter was so moved that he almost staggered to Emily and gave her a tight hug. It was then that he knew that Emily did survive from inferiority with her confidence.
About a half-mile behind our Minnesota farm lay a pond. In summer, my brother Harry and I would run through a stand of oak trees to skip stones there. The pond wore a collar of black mud. It was not a place for swimming.
In late summer, the pond would be covered by a green and bubbly scum（起泡的浮渣）. Sometimes a strong, unpleasant smell rose from it. We stayed away.
When winter came, the pond was once again an inviting place. One day when ice covered it, Harry said to me, “Try walking across.”
The ice looked solid. No water showed through it, but I hesitated. “Go ahead.” Harry urged. “Try it. You’re lighter than I am. If the ice holds, we can run and slide carefully on it. It’ll be fun.” I wanted to please Harry, and I thought about the fun of a long slide on the ice. I began to slide across the pond.
In the middle of the pond, the ice gave way with a sudden crack（裂缝）!
I stretched out（伸展）my arms. The next thing I knew I was hanging on to the edge of a hole in the ice by arms outstretched on the ice. From my shoulders down I hung in icy water. I thought of the bottom of the pond. I knew it would be black and awful down there, full of mud and maybe rotting creatures.
I tried to climb out of the hole, but when I got a knee on the ice, it broke like window glass. Again and again I tried to get out. Again and again the ice broke into pieces. The hole widened. I was wearing a coat of heavy material. As it became completely wet, it dragged me down. I was tired of the struggle and rested with my arms stretched out on the ice.
I looked at Harry on shore. He seemed rooted to the spot. “I can’t get out!” I screamed when I caught some breath.
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Harry turned and ran from the pond.
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The moment I crashed through the kitchen door, sobbing, mum rushed over.
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He turned and ran from the pond. At that moment, there was only one belief in his mind that he must save his own brother. He knew if his brother stayed in the water too long, he would die. Harry felt like a cat on hot bricks. He must think of a solution to make his brother climb out of the icy water. To search for objects that could help his brother, he ran to the oak trees like an arrow that left spring. For me, staring at his familiar figure out of sight, my mind went blank. My heart ached, tears streaming down my cheeks. I worked my fingers to the bones to crawl out by myself , but nothing came of it. I was thrown into a black world, crying desperately. It was at this moment that I saw Harry ran towards to me with a large, black, V-shaped oak branch. My worry gave way to relief in no time. He lay on his stomach, pushing the branch before him and wound his way towards me. I grabbed the branch with care and was ultimately dragged out of the icy water by Harry. What a narrow escape! We staggered shiveringly home, with my wet clothes dripping and my shoes squishing and squirting water.
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I crashed through the kitchen door, sobbing, mum rushed over. Looking at me shivering with coldness, She asked me in surprise, “what had happened ” Before I answered, she quickly took off my wet coat and gave me a hot bath. After then, she asked me to rest on the bed. I sobbed out my grievances to her. Fuming with rage, she told Harry off. His head drooping, Harry was fear-ridden, saying nothing. So ashamed was he that he could feel the blood rush to his face. Scolded as he was, he didn’t change himself thoroughly, I changed myself root and branch. After that, the pond put a brand in my heart that I could never erase. It was “the pond” that made me understand at times we should say “No” to others in the first place. I didn't try to please others any more to put my ass on the line. For the rest of my life, I myself am the most expensive.
他转身就跑出池塘。那一刻，他心中只有一个信念，他一定要救自己的弟弟。他知道弟弟在水里待太久，他会死的。哈利感觉自己就像一只热砖上的猫。他必须想办法让弟弟从冰水里爬出来。为了寻找可以帮助他兄弟的物品，他像射出春天的箭一样跑向橡树。对我来说，看着他那熟悉的身影消失不见，我的大脑一片空白。我的心好痛，眼泪顺着脸颊流了下来。我用手指摸着骨头想自己爬出来，但什么也没有。我被扔进了一个黑色的世界，绝望地哭泣。就在这时，我看到哈利拿着一根黑色的大V形橡树枝向我跑来。我的担心很快就被缓解了。他趴在地上，把树枝推到他面前，然后绕到我身边。我小心地抓住树枝，最终被哈利从冰冷的水中拖了出来。好险！我们摇摇晃晃地摇摇晃晃地回家，湿衣服在滴水，鞋子在挤压和喷水。
我冲进厨房的门，抽泣着，妈妈冲了过来。她看着我冷得瑟瑟发抖，惊讶地问我：“怎么了？”还没等我回答，她就迅速脱下我湿漉漉的外衣，给我洗了个热水澡。之后，她让我在床上休息。我抽泣着向她诉说着委屈。气得她怒火中烧，对哈利说。哈利垂着头，害怕极了，什么也没说。他太羞愧了，以至于他能感觉到鲜血涌上他的脸。骂他，他没有彻底改变自己，我改变了自己的根和枝。在那之后，池塘在我心中烙下了一个永远无法抹去的烙印。是“池塘”让我明白有时我们应该首先对别人说“不”。我不再试图取悦他人而让我的屁股处于危险之中。在我的余生中，我自己是最昂贵的。
My school had a tradition during the ninth-grade graduation: A beautiful gold and green jacket (the school colors) was awarded to the student who had maintained the highest grades for nine years.
I had been a straight A student since the first grade and had looked forward very much to owning that jacket. My father was a farm laborer who couldn’t earn enough money to feed five children, so I was given to my grandparents to raise. There would never be a school sports jacket for us because we couldn’t afford it. This scholarship jacket was my only chance.
One day in May, I happened to overhear in the office Mr. Schmidt, my history teacher, and Mr. Boone, my math teacher arguing about me. “I refuse to do it! I don’t care who her father is; her grades can’t match Martha’s at all. I won’t lie or falsify(伪造) records.” said Mr. Schmidt angrily.
But Mr. Boone’s voice sounded calm. “Joann’s father is not only on the Board(董事会), but he owns the only store in town: we could say it was a close tie and…”
The pounding in my ears drowned out the rest of the words, only a word here and there filtered through. “…Martha is Mexican…resign … won’t do it …”
To this day I don’t remember how I made it through the rest of the afternoon. That night, I cried into my pillow so Grandmother wouldn’t hear me.
The next day when the principal called me into his office. “Martha,” he said, “There’s been a change in policy this year regarding the scholarship jacket. This year the Board has decided to charge fifteen dollars, which still won’t cover the complete cost of the jacket. So, if you are unable to pay the money for the jacket, it will be given to the next one in line.”
Standing with all the dignity I could find, I said, “I’ll speak to my grandfather about it, sir, and let you know tomorrow.” That day, I cried sadly on the walk home.
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By the time I got home, my eyes were red and swollen. I found my grandpa in the bean field. .
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I dragged into the principal’s office the next day, sad and disappointed. .
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By the time I got home, my eyes were red and swollen. I found my grandpa in the bean field. His back bent into an arch and his face was drowned in sweats. I called him, in a choked voice. Sensing something wrong, he asked me what happened with great concern. I murmured the principal’s words, after which Grandfather fell silent, eyes rounding in disbelief. A surge of regret gnawing at my heart, I really hated to see my gray-haired Grandpa’s disappointment. Time ticking by, he heaved a long sigh, “My child, an award bought can’t be called an award.” I nodded understandingly. But who knew how reluctant and bitter I was
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I dragged into the principal’s office the next day, sad and disappointed. I knew I might never get that jacket which represented my years of hard work and expectation. However, I tried to fight back the tears, with my head still lifted with dignity. “My grandpa…won’t pay the dollars. He said if I had to pay for it, then it wouldn’t be a scholarship jacket.” There was a deafening silence. The principal looked at me, biting his lip, as if thinking. Finally, after what seemed like a century, he decided that he would make an exception for me. I could hardly believe it. Looking into his eyes, which brimmed with smiles, I stood up and bowed low to him.
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回到家，眼睛又红又肿。我在豆田里找到了我的爷爷。他的背弯成一个拱形，他的脸被汗水淹没了。我叫他，声音哽咽。他察觉到不对劲，非常关切地问我发生了什么事。我喃喃地念着校长的话，然后祖父就沉默了，不敢置信地瞪大眼睛。一股悔恨在心头袭来，我真的很不想看到白发爷爷的失落。时间一分一秒的过去，他长长的叹了口气，“孩子，买的奖，不能叫奖。”我理解地点点头。但谁知道我是多么的不情愿和苦涩呢？
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第二天，我带着悲伤和失望走进校长办公室。我知道我可能永远不会得到那件代表我多年努力和期望的夹克。然而，我努力强忍着泪水，头仍是庄严地抬起来。“我爷爷……不会付钱的。他说如果我必须付钱，那它就不是奖学金夹克了。”一阵震耳欲聋的沉默。校长看着我，咬着嘴唇，似乎在思考。最后，在似乎是一个世纪之后，他决定为我破例。我简直不敢相信。看着他那双充满笑意的眼睛，我站起身来，向他低头鞠躬。
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