短文续写One day I got stuck in the Tube on my way to work. The Tube—that's what most people call it—-is London's underground railway system. It was about nine o'clock in the morning,the middle of the rush-hour. Nobody had expected something unusual would happen later and everyone was doing their usual. A pretty girl chatted merrily with her boyfriend about a newly released film. Siting next to me,a young woman with a suitcase and a baby took a scarf out of her suitcase and made her baby a nest,so that it could lie more comfortably. In fact,the train had just left Green Park Station when,instead of speeding up,it started to slow down and then came to a stand-still. Ten minutes passed,though it seemed like half a day,the train didn't move. Had the railway men forgotten all about our existence?Had there been a crash on the line in front?How serious was the breakdown?We had no means of knowing. However,to anxious people who are stuck in the Tube,I suppose it doesn't really matter what it is that has broken down. What they care is when they can get out of the trouble. Twenty minutes passed. All hope of getting to work on time had long since gone. Had the train really broken down?Several people thought so,but they were wrong. A railway man at last came down the length of the train to tell us that the power supply had failed,and that we were not to worry as they were working to put it right. We could not leave the train,as it had stopped in the tunnel(隧道),not at a station. There was nothing else to do. The weak signal disabled cellphones. Besides,the train was getting hot and stuffy(闷). I even began to wonder if we were going to stay there for the rest of the day. 注意:(1)续写词数应为150左右;(2)请按如下格式在以下位置作答。 The hopeless waiting in the darkness drove us crazy. ……As a commuter(上班族) who traveled to work on the train every day,I thought it my duty to do something.
答案:The hopeless waiting in the darkness drove us crazy. We could not stand the heat inside the train any more. Those standing by the windows tried to open them to let the fresh air in but ended up in failure. The impatient complaints were mixed with angry punches on the wall,which made the baby in the comfortable nest burst out crying.As a commuter who traveled to work on the train everyday,I thought it my duty to do something. Clearing my throat,I gathered my courage and started a song for the baby and for everyone out there:Twinkle,Twinkle,little star,how I wonder what you are. . . Unexpectedly,my neighboring passengers joined me immediately they heard me. Then,more and more passengers joined in the song. When we finished the song in chorus,a cheer went up. Because the light flashed and the train moved slowly off towards the next station. At the same time,I could see our faces lit up.