2026版《决胜蓝图》专题六 6 专题强化训练（课件）英语高考大二轮专题复习
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专题强化训练
专题强化训练25 读后续写(一)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·南京开学调研考)School was over. The day was fading and it started to rain. I stood at the school gate, with a loaded backpack on my shoulders. It was Friday again—a weekend of joy with unlimited sleeping hours and dinner courses specially made to my taste. I waved
goodbye to myfriends as they jumped into their fathers' warm and comfortable cars. Curiously, this gave rise to a disturbing feeling in me. It was not exactly what they called jealousy, but something like depression. I knew all I could expect was an old bike Mom would ride along on, with the badly -oiled chain creaking against the wheel to announce her arrival.
Every Friday when Mom came to pick me up, it was a moment full of great expectation and great unease. I always felt my face burning as we rode our way in and out of the cars and saw my friends' faces sticking out of the car windows. It was like stepping into a ballroom with beautifully dressed ladies and finding yourself in a smelly T- shirt.
To tell you the truth, Mom is quite a headache occasionally. She looks like a homely middle- aged housewife. She knits most of my sweaters, chiefly in old styles. Whenever caught by some curious classmates asking what brand my sweaters are, I'd force a smile and reply in a half joking manner: homemade. She simply doesn't seem to understand what's in fashion.
I couldn't remember when I started to find her such an embarrassment. As a little boy, I relied on her so much. She had been working at home, cooking in the kitchen, knitting by the lamp, or riding across town to buy me a book I badly needed. It had always been fun riding with her. I had enjoyed watching our shadows growing longer and shorter in an alternate fashion by the light of the streetlamps along the road. Just now there seemed to be something standing between us, something that made her so strange to me and me to her.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
Today Mom showed up in a raincoat.________________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Mom tried to cover me with the back of the raincoat again as a storm set in._________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
Today Mom showed up in a raincoat. When I saw her, I felt full of great expectation but great unease. It seemed so unfair that my classmates sat in their parents' cars, but I just sat on an old badly -oiled chain- creaking bike. Why I had to hide the rain from the ugly raincoat. I was full of complaint about all of these. I was sick of these. How I wished I could also have rich parents like my classmates. Thinking about these things, I was quite dissatisfied with my mom. I even didn't want her to pick me up.So I didn't say a word with her and sat on the bike silently.
Mom tried to cover me with the back of the raincoat again as a storm set in. She also didn't say a word with me. She just wanted to make sure that I didn't get wet. She seemed to know what I felt. So she just wanted to comfort me and gave me the warmth and love she could give me. Thinking about these, I was so ashamed that tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't feel uneased, but was full of gratitude for the best she tried to give me.
专题强化训练26 读后续写(二)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·湖北9月起点考)In the heart of the busy city of Avonlea, where the sounds of rushing cars never ceased, lived sixteen -year -old Emma. Unlike her classmates, who were often keen on the latest technology, Emma had a preference for knitting (编织) .
Emma's love for knitting was deeply influenced by her mother, who possessed a skilled and creative touch with needles. Her mother's passion for knitting and generous spirit of helping others always inspired Emma to follow in her footsteps and take up knitting as a meaningful hobby.
Emma was really good at knitting. She liked to make scarves, gloves, hats and mini bags for her friends as well as her relatives. Her hats were created in a variety of styles and colors, each one unique and full of personality. Whether it was a mini bag or a classic scarf, each knitting work was a carefully crafted masterpiece and a unique gift full of love and warmth. With beauty and practicality, Emma's creations never failed to impress.
One freezing morning in the peak of winter, the city had just been blanketed by a snowstorm that had left many, particularly the homeless, in desperate situation. As Emma made her way to school, she noticed a shaking figure under the bridge near her school. It was a homeless man she often saw on her route, but today he looked particularly miserable (可怜的) . His face was half hidden under a piece of worn cloth that hardly served as protection against the cold. Touched by the sight, Emma decided to present her scarf to the homeless man. She approached, handing the scarf to him.
“For me？” the man asked, his eyes widened with surprise.
“Yes! I thought it might help with the cold，” Emma said, her breath visible in the cold air.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
The man wrapped the scarf around his neck, instantly feeling a bit warmer._________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Led by Emma, Knits for Hope Club was started in her school.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
The man wrapped the scarf around his neck, instantly feeling a bit warmer.“Thank you. You are an angel，” he murmured, a glimmer of smile coming to his dry lips. He grabbed the scarf tightly, his eyes shining with happy tears. In that moment, Emma realised what she presented was not just a scarf but also a sign of hope. Inspired, she determined to bring that spark of hope to more people. An idea suddenly popped into her head that she could set up a knitting club to bring more warmth to those in need. Then Emma waved him goodbye and hurried to school, her heart light and warm.
Led by Emma, Knits for Hope Club was started in her school. Her classmates expressed their willingness to do their part. With the passage of time, the club grew in numbers and enthusiasm. By the end of winter, Knits for Hope had distributed more than two hundred hand knitted items, warming numerous bodies and hearts. Through their needles, they had knitted a blanket of community, compassion, and warmth that enveloped everyone. Never did Emma realise the impact of her small gesture. It wasn't about the scarves or hats; it was about weaving kindness into the fabric of society, showing that even the smallest acts can create the warmest changes.
专题强化训练27 读后续写(三)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·福州高三阶段练习)Emily Harper sat at her desk, staring blankly at the math problems in front of her. Numbers and variables danced confusingly across the page, laughing at her every effort. At school, Emily was known for her artistic talents, but math had always been her weakness. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't make sense of it.
Her struggles only worsened in the 10th grade. The pressure to keep up with her classmates grew, and the poor grades shook her confidence. Her parents decided to step in. “We need to find you some help，” her mother gently suggested one evening.
Then came Mr. Jenkins, a retired local teacher known for his unique teaching style. Emily was initially resistant; the idea of spending extra hours on a subject she hated seemed like a punishment. But she unwillingly agreed, knowing something had to change.
Their first session was tense. Mr. Jenkins, sensing her frustration, didn't dive straight into problems. Instead, he asked about her interests. When Emily spoke passionately about her painting, he smiled. “Math is like art, Emily. It has patterns and beauty if you know where to look.”
Doubtful but inspired, Emily listened as he began to explain concepts through visual examples. He used colors and shapes, turning abstract numbers into something almost tangible (有形的). For the first time, math seemed less like a foreign language and more like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
However, progress was slow. Weeks passed with, minimal improvement, and Emily's patience wore thin. A particularly difficult quiz left her in tears, convinced she was sure to fail. Mr. Jenkins said, “Remember, Emily, every artist starts with a blank canvas. Masterpieces aren't created overnight.”
Encouraged by his firm belief, Emily pushed on. She began to see the connections between the steps, how each solution followed a logical path. Small victories in practice problems gave her some hope. Mr. Jenkins was always there, celebrating her successes, no matter how minor.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
Gradually, Emily's confidence grew with Mr. Jenkins' help.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Emily's heart raced when the results day arrived.______________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
Gradually, Emily's confidence grew with Mr. Jenkins' help. She found herself approaching math problems with a newfound curiosity instead of anxiety. The once confusing numbers and symbols began to become patterns she could understand. Mr. Jenkins continued to teach her in his unique way. Emily started to enjoy the challenge, and her once hesitant hand now moved steadily across the paper. The joy she felt when a solution clicked into place was something she had never expected to experience with math.
Emily's heart raced when the results day arrived. She sat in the classroom, her hands trembling slightly as she received her test paper. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the grade—a solid A. Tears of relief and happiness welled up in her eyes. She looked up at Mr. Jenkins, who stood at the back of the classroom, watching her with a proud smile. At that moment, Emily knew that she had not only conquered her fear of math but also discovered the power of perseverance.
专题强化训练28 读后续写(四)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·广西名校9月联合调研)My first year of high school felt awkward. The school was twice as big as my old school, and to make matters worse, my closest friends were sent to a different high school. I felt very isolated.
One Sunday afternoon not long after I had started high school, I was sitting at home at our dining room table doing homework. It was a cold and windy fall day, and we had a fire going in our fireplace. As usual, my red tabby cat (虎斑猫) was lying on top of all my papers, purring loudly and occasionally swatting at my pen for entertainment's sake. My mother kept stoking the fire to keep the house nice and warm.
Suddenly, I smelled something strange, and then I noticed smoke pouring in through the seams of the ceiling. The smoke began to fill the room so quickly that we could barely see. Groping our way to the front door, we all ran out into the front yard. By the time we made our way outside, the whole roof was overwhelmed in flames. I ran to the neighbors to call the fire department.
Five hours later, the fire was finally out. Our house was almost completely burned down. But then it struck me...I hadn't seen my cat. Where was my cat Much to my horror, I realised that she was nowhere to be found.
Then all at once it hit me—all the security I had known, from my old school, my friends, my house to my cat, had all been ripped away—I broke down in tears. Regardless, I had to go. We piled into the car with just the clothes on our backs and a few of the firemen's blankets, and made our way to my grandparents' house to spend the night.
The next day, Monday, I went to school like a zombie (无生气的人). When I was getting ready for gym class at my locker, people asked me to hurry up. I thought it strange, but soon I saw why.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
In the gym, there was a big table set up with all kinds of “stuff” on it._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
A month later, in front of the house being rebuilt, I heard someone say, “Does this kitty belong to you？”_________________________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
In the gym, there was a big table set up with all kinds of “stuff” on it. People had taken up a collection and bought me school supplies, notebooks, and all kinds of different clothes. It was like Christmas. People who had never spoken to me before were coming up to me to introduce themselves. I got all kinds of invitations to their houses. Their genuine outpouring of concern really touched me. I even made friends that day. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and thought for the first time that things were going to be okay. From that day on, I, with my new friends, often watched my house being rebuilt. I realised my life was doing the same thing.
A month later, in front of the house being rebuilt, I heard someone say, “Does this kitty belong to you？” When I turned around to see who it was, I couldn't believe my eyes. A woman was standing there holding my cat! I leapt up and held her close to me and cried into that beautiful orange fur. She purred happily. Apparently, my cat had been so scared by the fire that she ran over a mile away. This wonderful woman took her in and worked hard to find out whose cat it was. I felt gratitude for my life, my new friends, the kindness of a stranger and the loud purr of my beloved cat. My cat was back and so was I．
专题强化训练29 读后续写(五)
阅读下面的材料，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。
I hurriedly made my way through the busy airport, my mind focusing on the adventure that awaited me at my destination. I had been looking forward to this trip for months and had packed everything I needed for my much anticipated painting trip. Brushes, canvases(画板), and a column of watercolor paints—my most cherished companions on this creative journey—were carefully placed in my carry -on luggage.
As I approached the security checkpoint, a sense of unease began to settle within me. I couldn't help thinking that I must have forgotten something. I checked my passport and air ticket. Everything was in their place. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I realized I had forgotten about the strict rules on liquids in carry on baggage. I felt a sense of panic as the realization dawned upon me—I would have to part ways with my beloved painting supplies.
Unwillingly, I handed over my paints to the stern- faced (面无表情的) security officer, knowing that they were victims of my carelessness. I felt as if my creative spirit and good mood for the trip had been swept away in a gust of wind. I couldn't help complaining to him about how important those paints were to me and how much I had been looking forward to this trip. The officer's straight face provided no comfort as he informed me that I could collect my items upon my return in a week.
Days passed as I silently counted the minutes until I would be reunited with my artistic companions. On the day of my long awaited return, my heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. As I exited the airplane and made my way to the baggage claim area, a familiar face caught my eye. Amongst the sea of strangers, a security officer stood, holding a package that resembled my beloved art supplies. My eyes widened in disbelief, my steps quickening with each step. Could it be possible that he had gone through the trouble of saving my cherished materials As I reached the security officer, he met my gaze (凝视) with an unexpected smile.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
With a knowing look, he handed me the package containing my precious tubes of paint.________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I left the airport that day, feeling a great desire to share my story on the Internet._________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
With a knowing look, he handed me the package containing my precious tubes of paint. I expressed my gratitude with tears welling up in my eyes. “I took the liberty of looking up your return date and time，” the security officer explained. “I wanted to make sure I was here to return these to you so that you could continue pursuing your passion without any interruptions.” Consumed by his thoughtfulness and the weight of his gesture, I said excitedly，“Thank you. They mean a lot to me.”
I left the airport that day, feeling a great desire to share my story on the Internet. When I arrived home and took out my tubes of paint, I immediately knew what to do. I drew a picture of the security officer and posted it on social media, telling the whole story and conveying my gratitude. It wasn't just about the art supplies; it was about a stranger who had gone out of his way to lend a helping hand to another stranger. The post became a hit and many people commented below, sharing their heart warming stories. It is these small gestures that remind us of the beauty and goodness within all of us.
专题强化训练
专题强化训练25 读后续写(一)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·南京开学调研考)School was over. The day was fading and it started to rain. I stood at the school gate, with a loaded backpack on my shoulders. It was Friday again—a weekend of joy with unlimited sleeping hours and dinner courses specially made to my taste. I waved
goodbye to myfriends as they jumped into their fathers' warm and comfortable cars. Curiously, this gave rise to a disturbing feeling in me. It was not exactly what they called jealousy, but something like depression. I knew all I could expect was an old bike Mom would ride along on, with the badly -oiled chain creaking against the wheel to announce her arrival.
Every Friday when Mom came to pick me up, it was a moment full of great expectation and great unease. I always felt my face burning as we rode our way in and out of the cars and saw my friends' faces sticking out of the car windows. It was like stepping into a ballroom with beautifully dressed ladies and finding yourself in a smelly T- shirt.
To tell you the truth, Mom is quite a headache occasionally. She looks like a homely middle- aged housewife. She knits most of my sweaters, chiefly in old styles. Whenever caught by some curious classmates asking what brand my sweaters are, I'd force a smile and reply in a half joking manner: homemade. She simply doesn't seem to understand what's in fashion.
I couldn't remember when I started to find her such an embarrassment. As a little boy, I relied on her so much. She had been working at home, cooking in the kitchen, knitting by the lamp, or riding across town to buy me a book I badly needed. It had always been fun riding with her. I had enjoyed watching our shadows growing longer and shorter in an alternate fashion by the light of the streetlamps along the road. Just now there seemed to be something standing between us, something that made her so strange to me and me to her.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
Today Mom showed up in a raincoat.________________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Mom tried to cover me with the back of the raincoat again as a storm set in._________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
Today Mom showed up in a raincoat. When I saw her, I felt full of great expectation but great unease. It seemed so unfair that my classmates sat in their parents' cars, but I just sat on an old badly -oiled chain- creaking bike. Why I had to hide the rain from the ugly raincoat. I was full of complaint about all of these. I was sick of these. How I wished I could also have rich parents like my classmates. Thinking about these things, I was quite dissatisfied with my mom. I even didn't want her to pick me up.So I didn't say a word with her and sat on the bike silently.
Mom tried to cover me with the back of the raincoat again as a storm set in. She also didn't say a word with me. She just wanted to make sure that I didn't get wet. She seemed to know what I felt. So she just wanted to comfort me and gave me the warmth and love she could give me. Thinking about these, I was so ashamed that tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't feel uneased, but was full of gratitude for the best she tried to give me.
专题强化训练26 读后续写(二)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·湖北9月起点考)In the heart of the busy city of Avonlea, where the sounds of rushing cars never ceased, lived sixteen -year -old Emma. Unlike her classmates, who were often keen on the latest technology, Emma had a preference for knitting (编织) .
Emma's love for knitting was deeply influenced by her mother, who possessed a skilled and creative touch with needles. Her mother's passion for knitting and generous spirit of helping others always inspired Emma to follow in her footsteps and take up knitting as a meaningful hobby.
Emma was really good at knitting. She liked to make scarves, gloves, hats and mini bags for her friends as well as her relatives. Her hats were created in a variety of styles and colors, each one unique and full of personality. Whether it was a mini bag or a classic scarf, each knitting work was a carefully crafted masterpiece and a unique gift full of love and warmth. With beauty and practicality, Emma's creations never failed to impress.
One freezing morning in the peak of winter, the city had just been blanketed by a snowstorm that had left many, particularly the homeless, in desperate situation. As Emma made her way to school, she noticed a shaking figure under the bridge near her school. It was a homeless man she often saw on her route, but today he looked particularly miserable (可怜的) . His face was half hidden under a piece of worn cloth that hardly served as protection against the cold. Touched by the sight, Emma decided to present her scarf to the homeless man. She approached, handing the scarf to him.
“For me？” the man asked, his eyes widened with surprise.
“Yes! I thought it might help with the cold，” Emma said, her breath visible in the cold air.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
The man wrapped the scarf around his neck, instantly feeling a bit warmer._________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Led by Emma, Knits for Hope Club was started in her school.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
The man wrapped the scarf around his neck, instantly feeling a bit warmer.“Thank you. You are an angel，” he murmured, a glimmer of smile coming to his dry lips. He grabbed the scarf tightly, his eyes shining with happy tears. In that moment, Emma realised what she presented was not just a scarf but also a sign of hope. Inspired, she determined to bring that spark of hope to more people. An idea suddenly popped into her head that she could set up a knitting club to bring more warmth to those in need. Then Emma waved him goodbye and hurried to school, her heart light and warm.
Led by Emma, Knits for Hope Club was started in her school. Her classmates expressed their willingness to do their part. With the passage of time, the club grew in numbers and enthusiasm. By the end of winter, Knits for Hope had distributed more than two hundred hand knitted items, warming numerous bodies and hearts. Through their needles, they had knitted a blanket of community, compassion, and warmth that enveloped everyone. Never did Emma realise the impact of her small gesture. It wasn't about the scarves or hats; it was about weaving kindness into the fabric of society, showing that even the smallest acts can create the warmest changes.
专题强化训练27 读后续写(三)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·福州高三阶段练习)Emily Harper sat at her desk, staring blankly at the math problems in front of her. Numbers and variables danced confusingly across the page, laughing at her every effort. At school, Emily was known for her artistic talents, but math had always been her weakness. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't make sense of it.
Her struggles only worsened in the 10th grade. The pressure to keep up with her classmates grew, and the poor grades shook her confidence. Her parents decided to step in. “We need to find you some help，” her mother gently suggested one evening.
Then came Mr. Jenkins, a retired local teacher known for his unique teaching style. Emily was initially resistant; the idea of spending extra hours on a subject she hated seemed like a punishment. But she unwillingly agreed, knowing something had to change.
Their first session was tense. Mr. Jenkins, sensing her frustration, didn't dive straight into problems. Instead, he asked about her interests. When Emily spoke passionately about her painting, he smiled. “Math is like art, Emily. It has patterns and beauty if you know where to look.”
Doubtful but inspired, Emily listened as he began to explain concepts through visual examples. He used colors and shapes, turning abstract numbers into something almost tangible (有形的). For the first time, math seemed less like a foreign language and more like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
However, progress was slow. Weeks passed with, minimal improvement, and Emily's patience wore thin. A particularly difficult quiz left her in tears, convinced she was sure to fail. Mr. Jenkins said, “Remember, Emily, every artist starts with a blank canvas. Masterpieces aren't created overnight.”
Encouraged by his firm belief, Emily pushed on. She began to see the connections between the steps, how each solution followed a logical path. Small victories in practice problems gave her some hope. Mr. Jenkins was always there, celebrating her successes, no matter how minor.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
Gradually, Emily's confidence grew with Mr. Jenkins' help.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Emily's heart raced when the results day arrived.______________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
Gradually, Emily's confidence grew with Mr. Jenkins' help. She found herself approaching math problems with a newfound curiosity instead of anxiety. The once confusing numbers and symbols began to become patterns she could understand. Mr. Jenkins continued to teach her in his unique way. Emily started to enjoy the challenge, and her once hesitant hand now moved steadily across the paper. The joy she felt when a solution clicked into place was something she had never expected to experience with math.
Emily's heart raced when the results day arrived. She sat in the classroom, her hands trembling slightly as she received her test paper. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the grade—a solid A. Tears of relief and happiness welled up in her eyes. She looked up at Mr. Jenkins, who stood at the back of the classroom, watching her with a proud smile. At that moment, Emily knew that she had not only conquered her fear of math but also discovered the power of perseverance.
专题强化训练28 读后续写(四)
阅读下面的材料，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。
(2024·广西名校9月联合调研)My first year of high school felt awkward. The school was twice as big as my old school, and to make matters worse, my closest friends were sent to a different high school. I felt very isolated.
One Sunday afternoon not long after I had started high school, I was sitting at home at our dining room table doing homework. It was a cold and windy fall day, and we had a fire going in our fireplace. As usual, my red tabby cat (虎斑猫) was lying on top of all my papers, purring loudly and occasionally swatting at my pen for entertainment's sake. My mother kept stoking the fire to keep the house nice and warm.
Suddenly, I smelled something strange, and then I noticed smoke pouring in through the seams of the ceiling. The smoke began to fill the room so quickly that we could barely see. Groping our way to the front door, we all ran out into the front yard. By the time we made our way outside, the whole roof was overwhelmed in flames. I ran to the neighbors to call the fire department.
Five hours later, the fire was finally out. Our house was almost completely burned down. But then it struck me...I hadn't seen my cat. Where was my cat Much to my horror, I realised that she was nowhere to be found.
Then all at once it hit me—all the security I had known, from my old school, my friends, my house to my cat, had all been ripped away—I broke down in tears. Regardless, I had to go. We piled into the car with just the clothes on our backs and a few of the firemen's blankets, and made our way to my grandparents' house to spend the night.
The next day, Monday, I went to school like a zombie (无生气的人). When I was getting ready for gym class at my locker, people asked me to hurry up. I thought it strange, but soon I saw why.
注意：续写词数应为150个左右。
In the gym, there was a big table set up with all kinds of “stuff” on it._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
A month later, in front of the house being rebuilt, I heard someone say, “Does this kitty belong to you？”_________________________
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
One possible version：
In the gym, there was a big table set up with all kinds of “stuff” on it. People had taken up a collection and bought me school supplies, notebooks, and all kinds of different clothes. It was like Christmas. People who had never spoken to me before were coming up to me to introduce themselves. I got all kinds of invitations to their houses. Their genuine outpouring of concern really touched me. I even made friends that day. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and thought for the first time that things were going to be okay. From that day on, I, with my new friends, often watched my house being rebuilt. I realised my life was doing the same thing.
A month later, in front of the house being rebuilt, I heard someone say, “Does this kitty belong to you？” When I turned around to see who it was, I couldn't believe my eyes. A woman was standing there holding my cat! I leapt up and held her close to me and cried into that beautiful orange fur. She purred happily. Apparently, my cat had been so scared by the fire that she ran over a mile away. This wonderful woman took her in and worked hard to find out whose cat it was. I felt gratitude for my life, my new friends, the kindness of a stranger and the loud purr of my beloved cat. My cat was back and so was I．
专题强化训练29 读后续写(五)
阅读下面的材料，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。
I hurriedly made my way through the busy airport, my mind focusing on the adventure that awaited me at my destination. I had been looking forward to this trip for months and had packed everything I needed for my much anticipated painting trip. Brushes, canvases(画板), and a column of watercolor paints—my most cherished companions on this creative journey—were carefully placed in my carry -on luggage.
As I approached the security checkpoint, a sense of unease began to settle within me. I couldn't help thinking that I must have forgotten something. I checked my passport and air ticket. Everything was in their place. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I realized I had forgotten about the strict rules on liquids in carry on baggage. I felt a sense of panic as the realization dawned upon me—I would have to part ways with my beloved painting supplies.
Unwillingly, I handed over my paints to the stern- faced (面无表情的) security officer, knowing that they were victims of my carelessness. I felt as if my creative spirit and good mood for the trip had been swept away in a gust of wind. I couldn't help complaining to him about how important those paints were to me and how much I had been looking forward to this trip. The officer's straight face provided no comfort as he informed me that I could collect my items upon my return in a week.
Days passed as I silently counted the minutes until I would be reunited with my artistic companions. On the day of my long awaited return, my heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. As I exited the airplane and made my way to the baggage claim area, a familiar face caught my eye. Amongst the sea of strangers, a security officer stood, holding a package that resembled my beloved art supplies. My eyes widened in disbelief, my steps quickening with each step. Could it be possible that he had gone through the trouble of saving my cherished materials As I reached the security officer, he met my gaze (凝视) with an unexpected smile.
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With a knowing look, he handed me the package containing my precious tubes of paint.________________________________________
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I left the airport that day, feeling a great desire to share my story on the Internet._________________________________________________
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One possible version：
With a knowing look, he handed me the package containing my precious tubes of paint. I expressed my gratitude with tears welling up in my eyes. “I took the liberty of looking up your return date and time，” the security officer explained. “I wanted to make sure I was here to return these to you so that you could continue pursuing your passion without any interruptions.” Consumed by his thoughtfulness and the weight of his gesture, I said excitedly，“Thank you. They mean a lot to me.”
I left the airport that day, feeling a great desire to share my story on the Internet. When I arrived home and took out my tubes of paint, I immediately knew what to do. I drew a picture of the security officer and posted it on social media, telling the whole story and conveying my gratitude. It wasn't just about the art supplies; it was about a stranger who had gone out of his way to lend a helping hand to another stranger. The post became a hit and many people commented below, sharing their heart warming stories. It is these small gestures that remind us of the beauty and goodness within all of us.