2022届高三续写14篇范文背诵.docx

2022届高三续写14篇范文背诵(l)201902Z20浙江联盟第二次联考A /gw minutes later, the shop owner came out. In his hand was a big bunch of flowers, so beautiful but so out of reach. Wearing a reassuring smile, the shop owner handed them to the poor boy. How could I buy them with only one dimc?, Bobby thought to himself and considered whether he should take them. The shop owner noticed his hesitation and said in a tender voice, Tts a gift fbr your sincere love for your mother, so take it.” A quick,warm smile ran across Bobby/s face like streak of junshineA Blissfully, he expressed his gratitude and took them.the bunch of roses in his hernds, Bobbv walked out of the door and then broke into a Never before had anyone felt as content as he did at that moment, as he got such a beautiful gift for his beloved rnothen Upon arriving home, he made a rush to his mother and giggled, Merry Christmas, mom! I love you!, Tears blurring her eyes, she was oveijoyed but still curious about how he made it. Hearing Bobbys story, she was greatly moved. Warmth spread throughout their entire bodies despite the great cold.(2)金华十校橙子的故事Immedicitel机 he hd the master roarifiu, John, Ise the hall and there will be no orange for 卬 this wm Hearing these words, John felt his heart wildly broken. Under the gaze of the master, he managed to get back to his feet. Unwilling as he was, he knew he had to leave. Lowering his head down, he turned to the door and swiftly walked out of the hall. Back in the quiet dark room, he sat still on the bed for quite a while, totally blank in mind.Then came Little Elimbcth. She was a lovely little girl, with curly blonde hair resting on her shQulder and always wore a sweeLsmiki, She approached John, and reached out her hand. Here, John.Here is a gift fbr you!, In her hand rested something carefully wrapped in a handkerchief. Hesitantly, John picked it up and unwrapped it slowly. It was a big, juicy orange, all peeled and quartered. In the aroma of the orange, John raised his head, and suddenly realized what had happened: his little friends had shared their dear oranges with him. Tears began to well up in his eyes. This Christmas, not only did he receive an orange, but he tasted the sweetest fruit of friendship. (In memory of this, many years after he left the orphanage, he would send oranges to the children there as special Christmas gifts.)(3)2019期中沙滩幽灵L-ts gel out of here, Paula!” scwd K，in Grabbing Paulas hand, with his heart throbbing violently, Krin sprinted for the door immediately. They pulled the door handle anxiously, but to their disappointment, it was firmly stuck. They tried the window, but it was locked, too.(动作和心理描写)Never before had they experienced such a terrifying moment/ This was the first time that they had experienced such worked very hard, so by the time the sun was high, he was hot, and wished for a cool place where he might rest and have his meal. While he hunted for a spot on the bank he saw among the grass some fine, wild strawberries.How good these will be with my bread and butterthought George. Lining his cap with leaves（在他的帽子镶上树叶）,he set to work eagerly to gather all he could find, and then seated himself by the river.It was a pleasant place, and George felt happy and contented. He thought how much his sick mother would like to see him there, and to be there herself, instead of in her dark room in the village.George thought of all this, and just as he was lifting the first strawberry to his mouth, he said to himself, How much Mum would like these! So he stopped, and put the strawberry back again Shall I save them fbr her?, he said, thinking how much they would refresh her, yet still looking at them with a longing eye.I will eat half, and take the other half to her, he said at last, and he divided them into two heaps （堆）.But each heap looked so small that he put them together again.“I will only taste one. he thought. As he again lifted it to his mouth, he saw that he had taken the finest and he put it back. UI will keep them all fbr her. he said with great happiness, and he covered them up nicely to take them home.Para. 1 He stood up and started to get more and more wood until the sun was beginning to sink.Para.2 Just as he had thrown down his wood, he heard his mother calling him from the next room.6If there is one thing I cant stand people saying, it is T am not good at anything. I dont have any talent. I just dont buy that at all. To me, everyone has at least one talent, and while it sometimes takes you a lifetime to find, it does exist. There was a time when I didnt believe that. What changed my mind was a seemingly small event that took place in 1953.At that time I was a high school student. I was a funny-looking skinny boy named Jack Jones who weighed barely 10 pounds. I was a good student, but as far as 1 was concerned, in just about every other department I was a loser. I wanted to fit in, to be someone and do something well. But I hadnt found anything I was good at. One sunny afternoon, our gym class went out to the schools running track. The teacher taught us all various track and field events. I was a loser in all of them. Then came the javelin （标枪）.Suddenly, something inside me began saying, Try it! Try it! I had to wait my turn, though, because several others wanted a try at the javelin too. Shy and scared, I watched them, trying not to look too eager. Finally, when everyone had had a chance to throw the best throw going about 30 yards -I looked at the teacher.Hey, Jack, you want to try? he asked.Embarrassed, I looked down, but managed to nod my head.Well, come on then, he said impatiently, and handed me the javelin. Behind me I could hear some of my classmates laughing. As I grasped the javelin in my hand, I was seized with a strange feeling a new-found excitement. For some crazy reason, I was relaxed over what I was about to do, even though Id never done it before. 1 raised the javelin over my head, took six quick steps and let lhe hig go. The same voice （that had urged me into throwing it）, now told me it was a good throw.Para. 1 1 watched as the spear took off. My heart quickenedPara. 2 That night I took the javelin home with me.7One winter Sunday, my little sister, Colleen, and I built the greatest snowman ever. We gave him a traditional carrot nose, cool hat, comfortable scarf and gloves on the end of his stick arms. He was a masterpiece.The next morning when looking outside, we smiled lovingly at him over our meal. We gave him a high-five as we passed by on our way to school. A lot of kids went past our house, so he was the hot topic at our school that morning. My sister and I generously shared our professional snowman-building techniques and suggestions with our classmates. We felt as if we were celebrities and we enjoyed the feeling.The day dragged on until finally we could rush home. But as our yard came into sight, we saw something wasnt right. The snowman was gone! We only found a broken stick here, a torn glove there and balls of snow everywhere. Worst of all, the snowmans once-proud carrot nose lay limp（无力 的）and half-eaten.What had happened? Wc were both astonished and angry. But then, wc were only kids, who wouldnt have anything taking away our happiness. Actually we knew only one thing: Our snowman would rise again. And so we rebuilt him.The next day we came home to find another mess on the front lawn. For the rest of the week, the destruction was repeated daily. Each afternoon wed return to find our snowman fallen apart, and then we would build him up again.8One fall, my wife Elli and I had a single goal:to Dhotograph polar bears. We were staying at a research camp outside the polar bear capital of the vvorld-the town of Churchill in Manitoba, Canada.Taking pictures of polar bears is amazing but also dangerous. Polar bears-like all wild animals-should be photographed from a safe distance. When Im face to face with a polar bear, I like it to be through a camera with a telephoto lens. Bui sometimes, that is easier said than done. This was one of those times.As Elli and I cooked dinner, a young male polar bear who was playing in a nearby lake sniffed, and smelled our garlic bread.The hungry bear followed his nose to our camp, which was surrounded by a high wire fence. He pulled and bit the wire. He stood on his back legs and pushed at the wooden fence posts.Terrified, Elli and I tried all the bear defense actions we knew. We yelled at the bear, hit pots hard, and fired blank shotgun shells into the air. Sometimes loud noises like these will scare bears off. Not this polar bear though-he just kept trying to tear down the fence with his massive paws0R子）.I radioed the camp manager fbr help. He told me a helicopter was on its way, but it would be 30 minutes before it an ived. Making the best of this close encounter（才目 遇），I took some pictures of the bear.Elli and I feared the fence wouldnt last through 3（） more minutes of the bears punishment. The camp manager suggested I use pepper spray. The spray burns the bears* eyes, but doesnt hurt them. So I approached our uninvited guest slowly and, through the fence, sprayed him in the face. With an angry roar（吼叫），the bear ran to the lake to wash his eyes.9PumDkin （南瓜）carving at Halloween is a family tradition. We visit a local farm every October. In the pumpkin field, I compete with my three brothers and sister to seek out the biggest pumpkin. My dad has a rule that we have to carry our pumpkins back home, and as the eldest child I have an advantage 一 I carried an 85-pounder back last year.This year, it was hard to tell whether my prize or the one chosen by my 14-year-old brother, Jason, was the winner. Unfortunately we forgot to weigh them before taking out their insides, but I was determined to prove my point. All of us were hard at work at the kitchen table, with my mom filming the annual event. Tm unsure now why I thought forcing my head inside the pumpkin would settle the matter, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time.With the pumpkin resting on the tabic, hole uppermost, I bent over and pressed my head against the opening. At first I got jammed just above my eyes and then, as I went on with my task, unwilling to quit, my nose briefly prevented entry. Finally I managed to put my whole head into it, like a cork （软木塞）forced into a bottle. I was able to straighten up with the huge pumpkin resting on my shoulders.My excitement was short-lived. The pumpkin was heavy. Im going to set it down, now, I said, and with Jason helping to support its weight, I bent back over the table to give it somewhere to rest. It was only when I tried to remove my head that I realized getting out was going to be less straightforward than getting in. When I pulled hard, my nose got in the way. I got into a panic as I pressed firmly against the table and moved my head around trying to find the right angle, but it was no use. T cant get it out! I shouted, my voice sounding unnaturally loud in the enclosed space10Once there was a slave named Androcles, who was so badly treated by his master that he resolved to run away from him. He therefore secretly left his masters house and hid himself in a forest, some miles distant from the city.After wandering about for some time, he came to a large cave, and overcome by hunger and tiredness, he lay down in it, and soon fell fast asleep.He was suddenly awakened by the roar of a wild beast; a great lion stood right at the mouth of the cave. There was no way he could escape!Androcles expected nothing else than to be at once torn to pieces, but to his great surprise, the lion came ecntlv towards him, without showing any signs of anger. It gave forth a low and mournful （悲哀的）sound, as if it were begging for his assistance. As the lion approached him, he noticed that one of its feet was swollen.He then went up to the lion, took hold of the wounded paw （爪子），and examined it as a surgeon would examine a patient. He was not long in finding out the cause of the swelling; for he saw in the ball of the foot a very large thorn （刺）.The slave pulled out the thorn, and pressed out of the wound a quantity of matter, which gave the lion immediate relief.Then, the lion began to show his gratitude by every means in his. power. He jumped about like a playful spaniel （西班牙猎犬），wagged his great tail, and licked the hands and feet of his physician. From that moment Androcles became his guest; the lion always shared his prey.The slave continued to live like this for several months. At length, wandering carelessly through the woods, he was seized by a company of soldiers who were sent by the master to search for him.11The first week of my summer vacation was exciting, and my sense of freedom was so intense that it felt like I had to pack everything into that single week. The next week was a little calmer. But by the third week my two best friends had left for summer camp and my activities wound down into boredom. Getting up later each morning, I was spending more and more lime with my cellphone and in front of the TV. That is when Mom reacted, declaring my phone and the TV off limits between 6:00 in the morning and 6:00 al night. Il was shocking just to hear her say it.In that first hour I felt Id lost my senses of sight and hearing. The silence was numbing. I circled the house, going from room to room looking for something to do, asking myself what I can do? What can I do? What can I do? When I encountered Mom in the kitchen, I asked her, too,“What can I do?Thats up to you, she said without looking in my direction. Through the day 1 posed my question to her several more times, getting much the same result. Then late in the afternoon, while she was working at her computer. I dared to ask again. Instantly she swung around to look at me, and I could see that my question had a definite effect on her expression. She looked as though she had been shocked. Her jaws clenched, like she was holding her words between her teeth as they struggled to get out. She looked me straight in the eye, then smiled and said, Well, are you up for a challenge?Sure what?”Your challenge is to follow the same ant fbr ten minutes,”What is so tough about that?She smiled again. You might be surprised.Sometime later Mom stood beside me, timer（计时器）in hand. Ill set the timer for ten minutes when you find your winning ant.M12Sabrina and I were in gym class together. I was quiet and kind. She was a bully （仗 势欺人者）.She and her friends enjoyed harassing （马蚤扰）me on a daily basis. I was less than athletic. That day, we had played soccer. I not only embarrassed myself, I also made Sabrina madbasically because she was on my team, and we didnt win. So, in the shower, she threatened me! I will meet you after class,” she sneered （讥笑）.Immediately class was over, I slid out the teacher*s entrance and ran to my locker where Susan, my older sister, was already waiting for me, so we could walk home together.Whats up with you? she asked, noticing the look of panic in my eyes. Sabrina!” I choked. Wc lost the soccer game in gym and it was my faultJ,Oh, Susan simply stated, well, she said, “we will walk down Seventeenth South instead of Harrison. Its out of the way enough that Sabrina wont find us. Next day, in the maths classroom, Sabrinas best friend passed me a note that stated, At lunch, you will pay for running away! I didnt even look up, but I accidentally swallowed my gum and felt a severe pain in my chest. Mr. McKonkic excused me going to the nurses office.Walking down the hall, I fell a slight sense of relief and freedom. But suddenly someone hit me on the shoulder from behind. You little chicken!, Sabrinas voice sneered. I didnt turn around. I started running down the hall. I had no idea what she was going to do and I was extremely scared.Sabrina was now rushing after me. At last, she caught up with me enough to kick the back of my legs, trying to knock me down. In a panic, I swung around to the stairs. Sabrina was so close to me by then that my sudden change in direction knocked her off balance and she fell down the stairs. I stood there watching her fall.13Craig watched his old sister, Riley, and her friend Liz race up and down the lake on their skates（冰鞋），avoiding other hockey （曲棍球）players. Their skate blade （刀 片）looked like silver smoke. When the game was over, the girls skated up to the bench where Craig was sitting. Craig asked Riley what skating felt like.When I go really fast, I feel like Im flying, she said.Thats silly, thought Craig. Flying is something birds do in the air, not something people do on ice skates.Then he watched Riley go back out on the ice. She skated around and around the edge of the lake with her arms pumping and her scarf trailing behind her. Soon she went so fast that her arms looked like wings and her scarf looked like a feathery tail. Maybe skating really was like flying.When Riley sat down to take her skates off, Craig said, T wish I couldRiley retied her skate laces and crouched （蹲下）next to Craig. Get on my back, she said, and Craig did. Riley started skating, but Craig didnt feel like he was flying. It just felt like a shaking piggyback ride.Youre too heavy, Riley said. UI cant go fast when Im carrying you. She skated slowly back to the bench. Craig got off her back. 4tEvcn if you could go fast, I wouldnt be flying, he said sadly.441 need skates toRiley didnt say anything on the walk home, but a few days later she asked Craig if he wanted to go skating.To watch? he asked. Not, to skate, she said cheerfully. Mom and I found a pair of my old skates. They might fit you. The skates were a little big, but when Riley stuffed newspaper in the toes, they fit. Craig couldnt stop smiling. He didnt want to take them off, but he had to so he could walk to the lake. Riley and Liz went with him. They carried their hockey sticks and a wooden chair. Hardly had they got to the lake when Craig put his skates back on and Riley helped him onto the ice.15The day of the balloon festival, I felt as light as a hot-air balloon. This year I wouldnt just be watching. Id be riding in Mr. J.s truck, following the flight of the balloon and meeting it when it came down.It was a perfect day. Dad and I drove down the road, looped（环状绕行）the lake, and turned into the field that was being used as a parking area. Dad pointed to the lake. Thats where you are to find the crew, he said.We came to a stop and I got out of the car.And then I saw it, a white bird with black stripes, brown head, and skinny legs. It screeched（尖叫）and thrashed（拍）丁） in the dirt in front of the cars that were driving downhills. Its wings looked broken. Suddenly it shrieked（悲鸣）and flew off.“Dad, I called, but my father was watching the balloons.Its a killdeer（北美喧布鸟）1 turned to see a silver-haired old woman. It has a nest here somewhere, she said. In the parking area? I asked. She nodded finnly. It was a nesting place before it became a parking area. No one told the killdeer about the balloon festival.Jack! Dad called. Isnt it time you went down to meet Mr. J.?I have got to go., I said. But the woman pointed with her walking stick. There, on the ground was a perfect clutch （窝）Of speckled eggs, looking like pebbles. They were almost in the path of cars, trucks, motorbikes and stomping feet.Screech! The parent bird was back, its wing all twisted again. Jack! Dad called again. The balloons are ready to launch.uDad! I am . A truck roared over the hill. Brakes screamed. Dust flew. Whats the matter?” asked Dad angrily from the truck.Paragraph 1: Dad, I am going, I said._Paragraph 2: Soon a ring of vehicles surrounded the nest.a scary moment.（评论说明这次经历的独一无二）They looked at each other, sweat seeping（渗透）through