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I grew up in a small town where the primary school was a ten-minute walk from my house. When the noon bell rang, I would race breathlessly home. My mother would be standing at the top of the stairs, smiling down at me.
One lunchtime when I was in the third grade will stay with me always. I had becn picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had rehearsed(排练)my lines so hard with me. But no matter how easily I acted at home, as soon as I stepped onstage, cvery word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained that she had written a narrator's(旁白的)part to the play, and asked me to change roles. Her words, kindly expressed, still hurt, especially when I saw my part go to another girl.
I didn't tell my mother what had happened when I went home for lunch that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to walk in the yard.
It was a lovely spring day and the rose vine(藤蔓)was turning green. Under the huge trees, we could see yellow dandelions(蒲公英)in the grass in bunch, as if a painter had touched our landscape with gold. I watched my mother casually bend down by one dandelion. "I think I'm going to dig up all these weeds, "she said, pulling it up by its roots. "From now on, we'll have only roses in this garden. "
"But I like dandelions, " I protested. "All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions. "
My mother looked at me seriously. "Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn't it?" She asked thoughtfully. I nodded, pleased that I had won her over. "And that is true of people too, " she added. "Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that. " Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry asI told her what had happened. She listened and smiled.
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, 不计入总词数。
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"But you will be a beautiful narrator, "she said, encouraging and comforting me as usual.
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After the play, I took home the flower.
答案:One possible version: "But you will be a beautiful narrator," she said, encouraging and comforting me as usual. My beloved mom, wearing a shining smile on her scarlet face, added. "The narrator's part is important, too." Thanks to her encouragement, which calmed me down gradually, I began to accept the narrator part was of vital significance. Time went so fast that it reached to the performance day. At first I was still nervous, but it was at that very moment that I found a dandelion in my pocket. I knew my mom passed the flower to me, which meant to be in company with me. After the play, I took home the flower. Mom carefully gazed at the dandelion, gently pressed it into the dictionary and grinned happily as she did. "We were perhaps the only people who would press such a sorry- looking weed." Though decades have passed, I constantly recall our precious lunchtimes being together, clinging to each other, bathed in the soft midday light. For this, I am forever grateful, because smiles on mother's face and her kind act foster a man like me now! And all those inspiring words like "Cease to struggle and you cease to live." have been echoing in my mind.