读后续写--烹饪中的亲情：为奶奶而做的美食之旅 (1) 讲义-山东省青岛2024-2025学年高三上学期12月月考英语试题

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Growing up, I was always around my grandma Meredith. She was the one who originally inspired my love for cooking and my dream of becoming a chef. Yet, one day I received a text that would turn my whole life around. “Grandma is seriously ill,” the text read. “We need your help in assisting with her care.”
Without a second of hesitation, I agreed to travel back home. Thankfully, my boss at the restaurant let me take unpaid leave for the next several months so I could come home to help out with grandma. After driving across several states, I finally got back to our family home in West Virginia. Yet, what I saw was really hard for me to bear. The Meredith I saw then was not the lively, joyful Meredith I had seen while I was growing up.
“Tony!” she called to me from her bed, “It’s so good to see you!”
“Grandma,” I sighed, “I’m not Tony, That’s dad, your son. I’m Hank.”
This was the start of a months-long journey of helping out around the house — cooking, cleaning, and, most of all, keeping grandma in good health and good spirits.
Every day, I cooked delicious food to keep everyone’s spirits high. But, secretly, I hoped that cooking some dishes that we had made together in my childhood would somehow help get grandma’s memory of me back, if just for a moment.
Stews (炖菜), chops (排骨), roasts — I served all of these to grandma and my parents around the clock. When I wasn’t taking grandma out for a walk in her wheel chair or changing her bed sheets, I was cooking. I had cooked for celebrities while at the restaurant in New York City, but never had I poured my heart out into my meals than I did then for grandma. However, it didn’t work at all.
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Then I decided to make something simple.
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After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name — my actual name.
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一、文章大意
文章围绕 “我” 与奶奶的故事展开。“我” 从小受奶奶启发热爱烹饪并立志成为厨师，然而奶奶突然病重，“我” 毫不犹豫请假回家照料。回家后看到奶奶已没了往昔的活力，还常把 “我” 错认成爸爸，这让 “我” 心痛不已。为唤起奶奶的记忆，“我” 每日精心烹饪各种美食，从炖菜到烤肉，尽管厨艺精湛，曾为名人掌勺，此番用心却未能如愿。但 “我” 仍不放弃，希望以美食为纽带帮奶奶找回对 “我” 的记忆。
二、伏笔及续写中的回应
伏笔：奶奶是 “我” 烹饪梦想的启蒙者。
回应：让 “我” 坚信美食能唤醒奶奶记忆，续写中 “我” 凭借回忆里与奶奶共同制作的点心，再次走进她的内心，体现美食承载的情感力量。
伏笔：“我” 收到奶奶病重需照顾的短信后立刻请假回家。
回应：凸显 “我” 对奶奶的深厚感情，为后续不辞辛劳、想尽办法照顾奶奶做铺垫，续写中 “我” 的坚持也源于这份爱。
伏笔：奶奶把 “我” 错认成爸爸。
回应：制造矛盾冲突，强化 “我” 想帮奶奶恢复记忆的急切，续写中奶奶认出 “我” 时与之对比，突出喜悦。
伏笔：“我” 曾为纽约餐厅的名人烹饪。
回应：衬托此刻为奶奶做饭的不同，之前为工作，如今倾注全部情感，续写中情感的专注终获回报。
伏笔：“我” 希望童年与奶奶共制的菜肴能唤起她记忆。
回应：引出续写制作燕麦饼干的情节，因熟悉味道触发奶奶深层记忆，完成故事转折。
三、续写要点
第一段：
情感线：从多次尝试失败的沮丧、迷茫，到决定制作燕麦饼干时重燃希望，制作过程中满是期待与忐忑。
故事线：回忆童年与奶奶做饼干温馨过往，精心准备食材、制作，烘烤时香味四溢，幻想奶奶反应，全家也满怀期待。
第二段：
情感线：听到奶奶叫出名字瞬间的惊喜、激动，相拥时的感动与欣慰，最后对未来照顾奶奶更有信心。
故事线：奶奶吃几口饼干后，眼神恢复光彩，准确喊出 “我” 名字，“我” 与她相拥而泣，此后饼干成唤醒记忆 “钥匙”，偶尔失忆也不再怕，“我” 更珍惜相伴时光。
四、主旨升华句
Love, like a secret ingredient, can transform the simplest of things into something truly magical, as it did with those cookies.（爱，如同一种神秘配料，能将最简单的事物变得无比神奇，就像那些饼干一样。）
In the face of memory's fading, it's the unwavering bond of love that holds us together and has the power to bring back lost moments.（面对记忆的消逝，是坚如磐石的爱之纽带将我们维系，并有力量唤回逝去的时光。）
Sometimes, the most precious memories are hidden in the smallest details, waiting for us to unlock them with a touch of nostalgia.（有时，最珍贵的记忆潜藏在最微小的细节里，等待我们用一抹怀旧之情将其开启。）
Our memories might waver, but the love we share remains constant, lighting up even the darkest days of forgetfulness.（我们的记忆或许会动摇，但我们分享的爱始终如一，即便在遗忘的至暗时刻也能熠熠生辉。）
True love is not only about being there in good times, but also about patiently rewinding the tape of memories when they start to fade.（真爱不仅意味着在美好时光相伴，还在于当记忆开始褪色时，耐心地倒带重温。）
五、两篇写作示范
第一篇
Then I decided to make something simple. I thought back to those lazy summer afternoons when grandma and I would make lemonade from scratch. I squeezed fresh lemons, added just the right amount of sugar and water, stirring slowly as I remembered her gentle instructions. The pitcher filled with the golden liquid, glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window. I poured a glass and brought it to grandma, my hands trembling slightly. As she took the first sip, her eyebrows raised in what seemed like a flicker of recognition.
After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name — my actual name. “Hank,” she murmured, a smile spreading across her face. I rushed to her side and hugged her tightly. She stroked my hair and said, “This lemonade tastes like home. I remember you, my dear boy.” From that day on, whenever grandma seemed lost, I’d make that lemonade. It became our special connection, a reminder that love could always find its way through the fog of forgetfulness.
第二篇
Then I decided to make something simple. Remembering how grandma used to love the apple pie we baked for Thanksgiving, I set to work. I peeled and sliced the apples carefully, sprinkling them with cinnamon and sugar, just like she taught me. I rolled out the dough, my fingers moving with a familiarity born of years of watching her. As the pie baked, the sweet aroma filled the kitchen. I took it out, the crust golden brown, and cut a small slice.
After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name — my actual name. “Hank,” she exclaimed, her eyes filling with tears. “This pie... it takes me back.” I held her hands, tears streaming down my own face. It was as if that slice of pie had opened a door in her memory. After that, we spent many afternoons baking together again, even if she sometimes forgot the steps. But it didn’t matter; our love was baked into every creation, stronger than any forgetfulness.
【答案】Then I decided to make something simple. What came to my mind was a sandwich. When I was a child, my grandma always made me a sandwich for breakfast. It was the most delicious sandwich in the world. Since then, I have dreamt about being a chef. The sandwich made by my grandma has two layers, the first layer with ham, and the second layer with vegetable salad. So I made a sandwich the way my grandmother did. Then I gave it to my grandma, hoping it could help her remember me.
After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name-my actual name. I was so excited that I hugged her, saying “Finally, you remember me!” “My dear, you come back. I miss you so much.” My grandma said happily with tears rolling down her face. In the following days, I accompanied my grandma and took care of her. Soon she recovered. It is not only the sandwich but also grandma’s love for me that helps her recover.