备战2021届高考英语三轮冲刺练习：写作之读后续写（二）word版有答案
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备战2021高考英语写作之读后续写（二）
（A）
The following stories are not mine, but my father's. I was too small to really do anything at the time. But I stood to witness them. I grew up thinking all of the world was like my father. I think that all my life has been full of both kindness and cruelty. But the kindness affected me deeper than anything else. My father says that this may go on the internet, but asks that it should not be published in paper form as these are very personal to him.
The first act of kindness that I can remember was when I was very little, I was six years old, my family and I had been out camping. Mom, Dad and sisters were ready to go home. As we put everything in the truck to go home, Dad told us to move the fire extinguisher from the back of the truck to under the driver's seat and told us a story of how a friend had been trapped in a burning car, and how since then it was always important for him to have an extinguisher ready.
Mom always rolled her eyes— it was the one hundred-thousandth time he had told the story.
On our way home from the lake where we camped, we took a short cut, which was not a short cut at all. It was getting late and about to rain. Mom started to get nervous. I didn't realize everyone had gone quiet. I was enjoying looking at the clouds as we turned a long corner.
My dad turned into the left lane, stopped the truck and ran out. Mom told him to come back. It was then that I looked out of the windshield and saw a little red car on the side of the road. Smoke was coming out of the hood. Before my father reached the driver s side door, it burst into flames.
注意：
1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Dad came back to the van and took out his knife.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
Dad left Mom and my older sister on the road, and took the man to their home an hour 's away.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
（B）
Anyone who's ever been a kid has, at some point, fallen victim to a message in a bottle fantasy. It's truly one of the most romantic ideas ever, isn't it? In nothing but a glass bottle, a message can cross an ocean and connect two random people who are half the world apart.
And what's even more romantic? Belief in the good of people completely unknown to you, enough to send them well-wishes from across the world without being motivated by anything other than the guidance of your heart and curious mind.
These days, technology has connected the world more than ever, and the unusual thought of a message in a bottle has almost ceased to exist. But one young boy managed to follow his dream through before that could happen. And once he had almost completely forgotten it, his dream came true.
Max Vredenburgh was just 10 years old when he sat down with a message for the unknown. He wrote out all of his favorite things in the note—obviously looking for ways to connect. "I like apples. I like the beach, my favorite color's blue, I like animals, I like cars, and I like outer space," he declared in the typical fashion of a young boy. He bottled it up, and put it into the coastal Massachusetts water, hoping it would find its way to a kind stranger.
After so many years, his childhood message in a bottle didn't even cross his mind. It wasn't until he finally got a text the other day. But at this time he was already in his second year at university.
Almost 10 years later, Max's wish just came true.
注意：1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
A man found the bottle beached on the coast of France, clear across the Atlantic Ocean—more than 3, 000 miles from where Max had first sent it out so long ago.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
Then, CBS (Columbia Broadcasting System) Boston came knocking on the door.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
（C）
Mom was born in a small village, which is famous for paper-folding art, and Mom learnt how to make paper animals. In 1967, Mom went to Hong Kong, where she met Dad. They went to the suburbs of Connecticut later. Not knowing English, she was lonely until I was born.
When I was young, Mom liked to make paper animals for me. She folded up the paper, then lifted the paper packet to her mouth and blew into it. There in her hands was a little paper tiger. It seemed that the little tiger shared her breath. This was her magic. At my request, Mom also made a goat, a deer and even a shark.
Mark, one of the neighborhood boys, came over with his Star Wars action figure. I brought out the paper tiger. Mark examined the wrapping-paper pattern of the tiger’s skin. "That doesn’t look like a tiger. Is it a toy? ""I had never thought of that. But looking at it, it was really just a piece of wrapping paper.
Later, Dad bought me a full set of Wars action figures. I packed the paper animals in a shoebox and put them into the comer of the attic(阁楼). Once in a while, I would see Mom at the kitchen table making new paper animals. I caught them, pressed and then put them away in the box in the attic.
Mom was also trying to learn to speak English, but her accent and broken sentences embarrassed me. I tried to correct her. but in vain. Eventually. I stopped talking with her. For years, I paid no attention to Mom until one day my Dad called and told me that Mom was in hospital. Dad and I stood, one on each side of Mom. She turned to me, " Jack, just keep that box with you, and you will find it so important. "
She died several days later. Dad aged raw after that. The house was too big for him and had to be sold. My girlfriend Susan and I went to help him pack and clean the place.
Susan found the shoebox in the attic.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I unfolded the paper tiger and found several lines of Chinese characters written by my mother.
___________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
（D）
I couldn't even sort through the first box of our dog Bama's toys without bursting into tears. My husband, Alan, found me sitting on the floor, holding our dog's favorite toy. He gently pulled me to my feet. "It's okay, Lisa," he said. "I'll put these away. Why don't you go outside and get some air?"
I nodded.
It had been a few months since our beloved Bama had passed away. Alan and I didn't have children. Our boxer (拳师犬) was our baby. After Bama's death, we couldn't bring ourselves to go through his toys to decide what to keep. I told myself I'd do it when I was ready. Apparently, I still wasn't.
Now I sat on my front porch (门廊) and sobbed. Friends and family had suggested we get another dog, but Alan and I dismissed the idea. We couldn't go through that kind of heartbreak again.
I gazed out over the yard. Across the street was a dog. A boxer. Was he real or just my wishful imagination? I blinked. The boxer was still there. We locked eyes. He came across the street, straight toward me. Hesitantly, I offered my hand. He sniffed it eagerly then he licked (舔) me. I let out a surprised laugh. He pushed his head into my lap to be petted.
This dog was younger than Bama, smaller. He was well-fed and well-dressed. He wore a collar but had no ID．I knew he must belong to someone in the neighborhood, but I'd never seen another boxer around. I would have remembered if I had.
"Where did you come from?" I asked the dog, scratching him behind the ears.
He just sat there at ease. He didn't seem lost. Just as if he were dropping by for a visit.
"Alan!" I called. "You have to come to see this!"
Alan joined me, and we sat together in surprise for a moment. Then the boxer got up and slowly ran off.
注意：
1. 所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
Paragraph 1
The next day, there was a strange scratching at the door.
___________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Paragraph 2
A week later, a young man I'd never seen before came in to visit.
___________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
（E）
Since the age of three, Chelsie Hill had dreamed of becoming a dancer. “The only thing that I loved was dance,” she told the press. That ambition nearly ended one night in 2010. Hill, then a 17-year-old high school senior in Pacific Grove, California, was in a car accident that put her in the hospital for 51 days and left her paralyzed (使瘫痪) from the waist down. Most people would be frustrated and quit any hope of a dancing career. But for Hill, it was just the beginning.
Far from being an obstacle, her wheelchair encouraged her. “I wanted to prove to my community—and to myself—that I was still ‘normal’,” she said. “Whatever normal meant.” Normal for her meant dancing, so Hill did it in her wheelchair right alongside her non-disabled high school dance team. “Half of my body was taken away from me, and I have to move it with my hands,” Hill said. “It definitely took a lot of learning and patience.”
After graduation, Hill wanted to expand her dance network to include women like her. She met people online who had suffered various spinal cord (脊髓) injuries and shared her determination, then invited them to dance with her. “It was such an amazing experience.” Hoping to reach more people in a larger city, Hill moved to Los Angeles in 2014 and formed a team of dancers with disabilities she calls the Rollettes. “I want to break down the stereotype (偏见) of wheelchair users and show that dance is dance, whether you’re walking or you’re rolling,” she said.
Dancing on wheels, the Rollettes discovered, can be just as fast-paced, artful, and fulfilling as the foot-based variety. It’s so powerful to have teammates in their life and helps them to draw out their potential capacities. In disabled dance competitions around the country, the six-member team is having fun, and as the audiences’ excited reactions indicate, the fun can influence others easily, which is really amazing.
续写要求：
1. 所续写短文词数应为150左右；
2. 至少使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；
3. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
4. 续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。
Paragraph 1:
Hill has attained what many of us never will: her childhood dream._____________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Paragraph 2:
For many disabled, it is the first time they’ve felt they belonged._______________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
参考答案：
A
Paragraph 1:
Dad came back to the van and took out his knife. Approaching the burning car bravely, my father struggled to cut the driver’s seat belt and pulled him back to the van. Then Dad took out the fire extinguisher under his seat and headed for the car once more. Luckily, the fire had been brought under control before things got worse. What a narrow escape! The young driver would have been killed without my father’s kindness and bravery. Luckily, the man was only slightly injured and came to himself after a while. Warm-hearted, my father even volunteered to drive him to their home.
Paragraph 2:
Dad left Mom and my older sister on the road, and took the man to their home an hour's away. His parents could not help expressing their appreciation for my father’s timely help, without which their son would never have survived the terrible accident. Since then, we have never taken my father’s story lightly and his kindness has been planted deeply in my mind. The experience taught us not only the importance of preparing for the urgent situation, but also the significance of being kind.
B
A man found the bottle beached on the coast of France, clear across the Atlantic Ocean—more than 3, 000 miles from where Max had first sent it out so long ago. "It will have taken 9 years to cover the 6000 kms that separates us," G. Dubois wrote back to him. "You had grown a lot during that time: 10 to 19 years old." In his excitement, the first thing Max did was share the story and a picture on Twitter. The post went viral, accumulating more than 500, 000 likes and 136,000 retweets. One person on Twitter commented, "My favorite people are the ones that are optimistic enough as children to throw messages in a bottle."
Then, CBS (Columbia Broadcasting System) Boston came knocking on the door. During their interview, Max admitted, "Logistically, I think I have a higher chance of winning the lottery than this happening," He told CBS that the letter made him reflect on exactly how he'd changed during that time, and who he is as a person today. He's written back to Dubois, thanking him for his response and hoping to know more about him as a person. He wants to know "what his favorite food is, what his favorite color is. Does he like space?"
C
Susan found the shoebox in the attic .It was covered with dust. Susan Cleaned and removed the cover . The paper animals hidden in the darkness of the attic for so long had been dusty and the bright paper patterns had faded. Susan held the paper animals carefully and admired. She was amazed at them , “ I have never seen such creative works .Your mom was an amazing artist.” In my memories the paper animals would jump and run. But now I found they couldn't move. I picked up the paper tiger.
I unfolded the paper tiger and found several lines of Chinese characters written by my mother. But I could not read Chinese. I only recognized the word “son” in Chinese. I knew it was a letter to me written by my mother. I posted the photo of the letter on Facebook in hope that somebody could read it for me .In no time it received some comments ,which said it was life story of my mother . One translated it into English. Reading the letter ,I couldn't help sobbing. Through my misty eyes, I read, “wo ai ni ,baobei.”Which means, “ I love you, my son” . I cried out , “I love you, mom. I miss you , mum.”
D
.The next day, there was a strange scratching at the door. I opened it and found my unexpected guest—the mystery boxer, who seemed to still remember me. He came over lightly and licked my hand, as if trying to erase my painful memories. Seeing him follow me from room to room, I gradually felt the ache in my heart lessen. I suddenly realized that I could pass Bama's favorite toys to my guest. So each day I would stand at the front door, waiting for the happy moment when my guest came and played with the toys.
A week later, a young man I'd never seen before came in to visit. The man said his family had just
moved to the neighborhood. He asked me if I happened to see a dog, a boxer recently. I said "Yes" and told him actually "my guest" had been paying me regular visits. He looked embarrassed and then apologized for the trouble his cutie caused for me. I told him there is no need to apologize and actually he was a big help in working through my grief. It has been three years since that day. Now Bama's toys don't just sit in the room, gathering dust.
E
The next day, there was a strange scratching at the door. I opened it and found my unexpected guest—the mystery boxer, who seemed to still remember me. He came over lightly and licked my hand, as if trying to erase my painful memories. Seeing him follow me from room to room, I gradually felt the ache in my heart lessen. I suddenly realized that I could pass Bama's favorite toys to my guest. So each day I would stand at the front door, waiting for the happy moment when my guest came and played with the toys.
A week later, a young man I'd never seen before came in to visit. The man said his family had just moved to the neighborhood. He asked me if I happened to see a dog, a boxer recently. I said "Yes" and told him actually "my guest" had been paying me regular visits. He looked embarrassed and then apologized for the trouble his cutie caused for me. I told him there is no need to apologize and actually he was a big help in working through my grief. It has been three years since that day. Now Bama's toys don't just sit in the room, gathering dust.
（A）
The following stories are not mine, but my father's. I was too small to really do anything at the time. But I stood to witness them. I grew up thinking all of the world was like my father. I think that all my life has been full of both kindness and cruelty. But the kindness affected me deeper than anything else. My father says that this may go on the internet, but asks that it should not be published in paper form as these are very personal to him.
The first act of kindness that I can remember was when I was very little, I was six years old, my family and I had been out camping. Mom, Dad and sisters were ready to go home. As we put everything in the truck to go home, Dad told us to move the fire extinguisher from the back of the truck to under the driver's seat and told us a story of how a friend had been trapped in a burning car, and how since then it was always important for him to have an extinguisher ready.
Mom always rolled her eyes— it was the one hundred-thousandth time he had told the story.
On our way home from the lake where we camped, we took a short cut, which was not a short cut at all. It was getting late and about to rain. Mom started to get nervous. I didn't realize everyone had gone quiet. I was enjoying looking at the clouds as we turned a long corner.
My dad turned into the left lane, stopped the truck and ran out. Mom told him to come back. It was then that I looked out of the windshield and saw a little red car on the side of the road. Smoke was coming out of the hood. Before my father reached the driver s side door, it burst into flames.
注意：
1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Dad came back to the van and took out his knife.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
Dad left Mom and my older sister on the road, and took the man to their home an hour 's away.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
（B）
Anyone who's ever been a kid has, at some point, fallen victim to a message in a bottle fantasy. It's truly one of the most romantic ideas ever, isn't it? In nothing but a glass bottle, a message can cross an ocean and connect two random people who are half the world apart.
And what's even more romantic? Belief in the good of people completely unknown to you, enough to send them well-wishes from across the world without being motivated by anything other than the guidance of your heart and curious mind.
These days, technology has connected the world more than ever, and the unusual thought of a message in a bottle has almost ceased to exist. But one young boy managed to follow his dream through before that could happen. And once he had almost completely forgotten it, his dream came true.
Max Vredenburgh was just 10 years old when he sat down with a message for the unknown. He wrote out all of his favorite things in the note—obviously looking for ways to connect. "I like apples. I like the beach, my favorite color's blue, I like animals, I like cars, and I like outer space," he declared in the typical fashion of a young boy. He bottled it up, and put it into the coastal Massachusetts water, hoping it would find its way to a kind stranger.
After so many years, his childhood message in a bottle didn't even cross his mind. It wasn't until he finally got a text the other day. But at this time he was already in his second year at university.
Almost 10 years later, Max's wish just came true.
注意：1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
A man found the bottle beached on the coast of France, clear across the Atlantic Ocean—more than 3, 000 miles from where Max had first sent it out so long ago.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
Then, CBS (Columbia Broadcasting System) Boston came knocking on the door.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________
（C）
Mom was born in a small village, which is famous for paper-folding art, and Mom learnt how to make paper animals. In 1967, Mom went to Hong Kong, where she met Dad. They went to the suburbs of Connecticut later. Not knowing English, she was lonely until I was born.
When I was young, Mom liked to make paper animals for me. She folded up the paper, then lifted the paper packet to her mouth and blew into it. There in her hands was a little paper tiger. It seemed that the little tiger shared her breath. This was her magic. At my request, Mom also made a goat, a deer and even a shark.
Mark, one of the neighborhood boys, came over with his Star Wars action figure. I brought out the paper tiger. Mark examined the wrapping-paper pattern of the tiger’s skin. "That doesn’t look like a tiger. Is it a toy? ""I had never thought of that. But looking at it, it was really just a piece of wrapping paper.
Later, Dad bought me a full set of Wars action figures. I packed the paper animals in a shoebox and put them into the comer of the attic(阁楼). Once in a while, I would see Mom at the kitchen table making new paper animals. I caught them, pressed and then put them away in the box in the attic.
Mom was also trying to learn to speak English, but her accent and broken sentences embarrassed me. I tried to correct her. but in vain. Eventually. I stopped talking with her. For years, I paid no attention to Mom until one day my Dad called and told me that Mom was in hospital. Dad and I stood, one on each side of Mom. She turned to me, " Jack, just keep that box with you, and you will find it so important. "
She died several days later. Dad aged raw after that. The house was too big for him and had to be sold. My girlfriend Susan and I went to help him pack and clean the place.
Susan found the shoebox in the attic.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I unfolded the paper tiger and found several lines of Chinese characters written by my mother.
___________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
（D）
I couldn't even sort through the first box of our dog Bama's toys without bursting into tears. My husband, Alan, found me sitting on the floor, holding our dog's favorite toy. He gently pulled me to my feet. "It's okay, Lisa," he said. "I'll put these away. Why don't you go outside and get some air?"
I nodded.
It had been a few months since our beloved Bama had passed away. Alan and I didn't have children. Our boxer (拳师犬) was our baby. After Bama's death, we couldn't bring ourselves to go through his toys to decide what to keep. I told myself I'd do it when I was ready. Apparently, I still wasn't.
Now I sat on my front porch (门廊) and sobbed. Friends and family had suggested we get another dog, but Alan and I dismissed the idea. We couldn't go through that kind of heartbreak again.
I gazed out over the yard. Across the street was a dog. A boxer. Was he real or just my wishful imagination? I blinked. The boxer was still there. We locked eyes. He came across the street, straight toward me. Hesitantly, I offered my hand. He sniffed it eagerly then he licked (舔) me. I let out a surprised laugh. He pushed his head into my lap to be petted.
This dog was younger than Bama, smaller. He was well-fed and well-dressed. He wore a collar but had no ID．I knew he must belong to someone in the neighborhood, but I'd never seen another boxer around. I would have remembered if I had.
"Where did you come from?" I asked the dog, scratching him behind the ears.
He just sat there at ease. He didn't seem lost. Just as if he were dropping by for a visit.
"Alan!" I called. "You have to come to see this!"
Alan joined me, and we sat together in surprise for a moment. Then the boxer got up and slowly ran off.
注意：
1. 所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
Paragraph 1
The next day, there was a strange scratching at the door.
___________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Paragraph 2
A week later, a young man I'd never seen before came in to visit.
___________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
（E）
Since the age of three, Chelsie Hill had dreamed of becoming a dancer. “The only thing that I loved was dance,” she told the press. That ambition nearly ended one night in 2010. Hill, then a 17-year-old high school senior in Pacific Grove, California, was in a car accident that put her in the hospital for 51 days and left her paralyzed (使瘫痪) from the waist down. Most people would be frustrated and quit any hope of a dancing career. But for Hill, it was just the beginning.
Far from being an obstacle, her wheelchair encouraged her. “I wanted to prove to my community—and to myself—that I was still ‘normal’,” she said. “Whatever normal meant.” Normal for her meant dancing, so Hill did it in her wheelchair right alongside her non-disabled high school dance team. “Half of my body was taken away from me, and I have to move it with my hands,” Hill said. “It definitely took a lot of learning and patience.”
After graduation, Hill wanted to expand her dance network to include women like her. She met people online who had suffered various spinal cord (脊髓) injuries and shared her determination, then invited them to dance with her. “It was such an amazing experience.” Hoping to reach more people in a larger city, Hill moved to Los Angeles in 2014 and formed a team of dancers with disabilities she calls the Rollettes. “I want to break down the stereotype (偏见) of wheelchair users and show that dance is dance, whether you’re walking or you’re rolling,” she said.
Dancing on wheels, the Rollettes discovered, can be just as fast-paced, artful, and fulfilling as the foot-based variety. It’s so powerful to have teammates in their life and helps them to draw out their potential capacities. In disabled dance competitions around the country, the six-member team is having fun, and as the audiences’ excited reactions indicate, the fun can influence others easily, which is really amazing.
续写要求：
1. 所续写短文词数应为150左右；
2. 至少使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；
3. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
4. 续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。
Paragraph 1:
Hill has attained what many of us never will: her childhood dream._____________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Paragraph 2:
For many disabled, it is the first time they’ve felt they belonged._______________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
参考答案：
A
Paragraph 1:
Dad came back to the van and took out his knife. Approaching the burning car bravely, my father struggled to cut the driver’s seat belt and pulled him back to the van. Then Dad took out the fire extinguisher under his seat and headed for the car once more. Luckily, the fire had been brought under control before things got worse. What a narrow escape! The young driver would have been killed without my father’s kindness and bravery. Luckily, the man was only slightly injured and came to himself after a while. Warm-hearted, my father even volunteered to drive him to their home.
Paragraph 2:
Dad left Mom and my older sister on the road, and took the man to their home an hour's away. His parents could not help expressing their appreciation for my father’s timely help, without which their son would never have survived the terrible accident. Since then, we have never taken my father’s story lightly and his kindness has been planted deeply in my mind. The experience taught us not only the importance of preparing for the urgent situation, but also the significance of being kind.
B
A man found the bottle beached on the coast of France, clear across the Atlantic Ocean—more than 3, 000 miles from where Max had first sent it out so long ago. "It will have taken 9 years to cover the 6000 kms that separates us," G. Dubois wrote back to him. "You had grown a lot during that time: 10 to 19 years old." In his excitement, the first thing Max did was share the story and a picture on Twitter. The post went viral, accumulating more than 500, 000 likes and 136,000 retweets. One person on Twitter commented, "My favorite people are the ones that are optimistic enough as children to throw messages in a bottle."
Then, CBS (Columbia Broadcasting System) Boston came knocking on the door. During their interview, Max admitted, "Logistically, I think I have a higher chance of winning the lottery than this happening," He told CBS that the letter made him reflect on exactly how he'd changed during that time, and who he is as a person today. He's written back to Dubois, thanking him for his response and hoping to know more about him as a person. He wants to know "what his favorite food is, what his favorite color is. Does he like space?"
C
Susan found the shoebox in the attic .It was covered with dust. Susan Cleaned and removed the cover . The paper animals hidden in the darkness of the attic for so long had been dusty and the bright paper patterns had faded. Susan held the paper animals carefully and admired. She was amazed at them , “ I have never seen such creative works .Your mom was an amazing artist.” In my memories the paper animals would jump and run. But now I found they couldn't move. I picked up the paper tiger.
I unfolded the paper tiger and found several lines of Chinese characters written by my mother. But I could not read Chinese. I only recognized the word “son” in Chinese. I knew it was a letter to me written by my mother. I posted the photo of the letter on Facebook in hope that somebody could read it for me .In no time it received some comments ,which said it was life story of my mother . One translated it into English. Reading the letter ,I couldn't help sobbing. Through my misty eyes, I read, “wo ai ni ,baobei.”Which means, “ I love you, my son” . I cried out , “I love you, mom. I miss you , mum.”
D
.The next day, there was a strange scratching at the door. I opened it and found my unexpected guest—the mystery boxer, who seemed to still remember me. He came over lightly and licked my hand, as if trying to erase my painful memories. Seeing him follow me from room to room, I gradually felt the ache in my heart lessen. I suddenly realized that I could pass Bama's favorite toys to my guest. So each day I would stand at the front door, waiting for the happy moment when my guest came and played with the toys.
A week later, a young man I'd never seen before came in to visit. The man said his family had just
moved to the neighborhood. He asked me if I happened to see a dog, a boxer recently. I said "Yes" and told him actually "my guest" had been paying me regular visits. He looked embarrassed and then apologized for the trouble his cutie caused for me. I told him there is no need to apologize and actually he was a big help in working through my grief. It has been three years since that day. Now Bama's toys don't just sit in the room, gathering dust.
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The next day, there was a strange scratching at the door. I opened it and found my unexpected guest—the mystery boxer, who seemed to still remember me. He came over lightly and licked my hand, as if trying to erase my painful memories. Seeing him follow me from room to room, I gradually felt the ache in my heart lessen. I suddenly realized that I could pass Bama's favorite toys to my guest. So each day I would stand at the front door, waiting for the happy moment when my guest came and played with the toys.
A week later, a young man I'd never seen before came in to visit. The man said his family had just moved to the neighborhood. He asked me if I happened to see a dog, a boxer recently. I said "Yes" and told him actually "my guest" had been paying me regular visits. He looked embarrassed and then apologized for the trouble his cutie caused for me. I told him there is no need to apologize and actually he was a big help in working through my grief. It has been three years since that day. Now Bama's toys don't just sit in the room, gathering dust.