专题限时集训(三十) 读后续写(Ⅲ)
A (2021·武汉市质量检测)
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When I hear people showing off work as yet undone, and trying to anticipate the credit which belongs only to actual achievement! Call to mind that scene by the riverside and the wi caution of my uncle. Our uncle who lived with us was a quiet, goodnatured man, much given to hunting and fishing; and it was one of the pleasures of our young life to accompany him on his trips to Great Hill, Brandybrow Woods, the Pond, and, best of all, to the Country Brook. We were quite willing to work hard in the cornfield or the dry grass stack(垛)to finish the necessary day's labor in ason for an afternoon wander through the woods and along the riverside.
I remember my first fishing outing as if it were yesterday. I have been happy many times in my life, but never more intenly so than when I received that first fishing pole from my uncl
e's hand, and walked with him through the woods and grasslands. It was a still, sweet day of early summer; the long afternoon shadows of the trees lay cool across our path; the leaves emed greener, the flowers brighter, the birds merrier, than ever before.
My uncle, who knew by long experience where the best spots of fish were, considerately placed me at the most favorable point. I threw out my line as I had so often en others, and waited anxiously for a bile, moving the bait(诱饵)in rapid drags on the surface of the water to copy the leap of a frog. Nothing came of it. “Try again，” said my uncle. Suddenly the bait sank out of sight. “Now for it，” thought I, “here is a fish at last.” I made a strong pull, and brought up a mess of weeds. Again and again I cast out my line with aching arms, and drew it back empty. I looked at my uncle appealingly. “Try once more，” he said, “we fishermen must have patience.”equ
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boodsSuddenly something drew my line, and swept off with it into deep water.
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Suddenly something drew my line，and swept off with it into deep water.Dragging it up，I saw a fine fish winding in the sun.“Uncle！”I cried，looking back in uncontrollable excitement，“I've got a fish！”“Not yet，frog是什么意思”said my uncle.As he spoke，there was a splash in the water.I had lost my prize.I caught the arrowy sparkle of a scared fish shooting into the middle of the stream，then my hook hung empty from the line.I sat down on the nearest stack desperatelywisconsin，and for a time refud to be comforted.
But my uncle was sure that there were more fish in the river.He adjusted my bait, put the pole again in my hands and told me to try my luck once more.Taking a deep breath to collect mylf.I decided to ri from where I fell.After what emed like an hour.I finally harvested with patience.视频英语教学“Well done肉畜，my boy！”He patted my shoulder to prai me.How often since I have been reminded of the fish that I did not catch and the wi caution of my uncle：NEVER BRAG OF YOUR FISH BEFORE YOU CATCH HIM.
最新美剧推荐B (2021·海口市调研测试)
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My dad always told me that when I was two years old, I told everyone I met that I was going to be the next Michael Jordan. One day when I was six, he looked me straight in the eye, asking, “Are you willing to do any amount of work to become Michael Jordan？” I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his words, but then smiled brightly and nodded.
“All right.” He produced a sheet of paper and handed it to me, warning, “This will be one rious commitment.” He gave me a pen and gestured for me to sign my signature at the bottom of the page.
The next morning I had completely forgotten about the paper until, at the crack of dawn, my father shook me awake.
“Get up，” he ordered. “Basketball practice starts today.”
I complained, unwillingly getting out of my warm bed and following my dad. We headed out to the driveway and he showed me an orange basketball. He threw it to me, and I clumsily grasped it with both hands. That morning, I practiced for three hours, the most tired I'd been in tho years. Already, I was beginning to regret my decision to be the female version of Michael Jordan.
The next morning my dad dragged me out in the driveway at the crack of dawn, once again. It was the same the next day, and the next day. I screamed that I would never touch a basketball again, but he took out my signed contract and waved it in my face, explaining that I couldn't take back my words now.
