第二节阅读下面材料,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。Chasing a DreamI will never forget that November day. It was hotter than normal—too hot. My throat felt like a field of cotton, cracked with the summer heat, as I waited for the gun to fire. This was the day we had waited so long for. I looked out at the crowd; dozens of familiar faces flashed across my view. They had come for me. They were counting on me. I saw my dad set his watch, with worry and excitement on his face. Adrenaline(肾上腺素) pumped through my body, and the race began.For the first two and a half miles, I felt great. I had never before been so ready for something. The weeks leading up to the race were filled with strictly controlled practices and a strict diet. My friends hadn't seen me in weeks, but they understood the sacrifice required to make my dream a reality.My dad and I had been working towards this race for three years. It was everything to me, and it was everything to my dad. He was a runner and was excited by my success in running. He made it to every race, even flying home early from business trips to see me run. I always listened for his voice — telling me to relax my arms, calling out my time. He pushed me. He cheered for me. He believed in me. We spent countless hours on the sandy canals. Breathing in the dust of the desert, the blossoms(花簇) of the orange trees, we made our way across the city. We pounded miles and miles into our running shoes, marking with every step the path to greatness.But without warning, when I was 200 yards away from the finish line, my legs stopped working. My lungs fought to take in enough air, and my feet transformed into cement(水泥) bricks. I still don't know what happened in those last few moments. Nothing I could do would make them hold my weight. They were as weak as jelly. 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。Even though I knew my dreams of victory were destroyed, I had to finish the race. "I'm so sorry I disappointed you," I whispered to Dad.
答案:One possible version:Even though I knew my dreams of victory were destroyed, I had to finish the race. With all of the strength left in me, I got on my hands and knees and crawled without stop for a moment. Voices, both foreign and familiar, cheered me on. They gave me the courage to keep going until the very end. Although my friends rushed to me, helping me get back on my feet and in the meantime continuously offering comforting words of encouragement, there was only one person I wanted to talk to at that moment—my dear dad. My eyes searched the crowd for him. However, fear pulsed through all my veins as he pushed his way to my side. No sooner had he got close to me than tears spilled all over my cheeks."I'm so sorry I disappointed you," I whispered to Dad. He reached out and gently wiped away my tears, his voice filled with love and understanding. "My dear child, you could never disappoint me. Sometimes these things just happen. All that matters is that you did your best. Don't you know that you are my dream come true?" His words brought a sense of comfort, and I realized that my dad's support and love were unwavering, regardless of the outcome. I had thought my dad was running after a prize. What I realized, though, was that he was running after me. To him, I was the greatest prize he had ever won. It wasn't long before I put on my running shoes again to mark a new path for my journey.