9.读后续写阅读下面材料,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。
I grew
up in a poor family with six brothers, three sisters, my father and mother. We
had little money and few goods, but plenty of love and attention. I was happy
and energetic. I understood that no matter how poor a person was, he could
still afford a dream.
My
dream was athletics. By the time I was sixteen, I could throw a ninety-mile
per-hour fastball and hit anything moving on the football field. And 1 was so
lucky that my high-school coach was Ollie Jarvis, who not only believed in me,
but often told me "Dream is priceless". However, when I was about to
get off the ground, one particular incident happened, which almost ruined my
long-held dream.
It was
the summer holiday in senior two and a friend recommended me for a summer job.
I was offered $ 12.25 per bour. Compared with the average $3.5, that was a big
sum. 1 was so .excited, because this meant a chance for money in my pocket,
certainly money for a new bike and new clothes, and the start of savings for a
house for my mother The prospect(前景) of the job was inviting, and I wanted to jump at the opportunity.
Then I
realized I would have to give up summer baseball training to handle the work schedule.
I didn't dare to tell my coach, I thought of the advice my mother often gave me
when 1lacked courage, "If you make your bed, you have to lie in it."
I decided to talk to my coach in person. After all, my dream of buying my mom a
house and having money in my pocket was. worth facing his disappointment to me.
注意:
1)续写词数应为150字左右。
2)请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Paragraph 1
I
gathered my courage and knocked at his door.
Paragraph 2
That
question reminded me of what my coach used to say.
答案:Paragraph1 I gathered my courage and knocked at his door. As expected, his face turned purple immediately. He glared at me like a bull. "You have your whole life to work," he said, "but your playing days are limited. You can't afford to waste them." I stood before him with my head down. "How much will you be paid, son?" He demanded. "$12.25 per hour." "Well," he shrugged. "Is $12.25 an hour the price of a dream?" Paragraph2 That question reminded me of what my coach used to say. Yes, dream is priceless. It's stupid to earn pocket money at the expense of my dream. I held my head high and said firmly, "Sorry, Mr. Jarvis. I know what to do next." My coach smiled with great satisfaction. That summer I dedicated myself to baseball training. And one year later, I obtained a baseball scholarship to the University. I knew I would soon buy my mum a house. Thankfully, I made a right choice. Without Mr. Jarvis, I would never know I could afford a dream.