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发布日期: 2026-05-16

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1. 25年11月山东名校期中考

In the final sprint of the Santa Barbara XV Grand Prix cyclocross race, with only 300 meters to the finish line, I found myself right behind my teammate Ismael Esteban.

We’d been training together since freshman year at Seaside High, pushing each other through early morning sessions along the coastal roads… Ismael, the son of a local fisherman, always hummed ancient Spanish songs during hill climbs, his voice steady and resilient like the ocean tides…

When Ismael’s tire suddenly blew, the sharp report ripped through the air like a firecracker. I watched him shoulder his eighteen-pound carbon frame bike without hesitation and start running, his legs straining against the weight. Even from ten meters back, I could feel his determination.

In that moment, memories flooded my mind: that brutal November rainstorm when we took turns pushing each other’s bikes up muddy slopes… the night we sat on the pier sharing a single orange… the energy bar he’d secretly slipped into my pocket at the start line this morning, with “For luck” scribbled on the wrapper.

I could have easily passed him — three powerful pedal strokes would have secured me third place — the podium spot we’d both been chasing. But my feet felt heavy on the pedals. I remembered our last interschool race when my chain snapped. Ismael had immediately dropped back, his hand on my shoulder as we walked together across the finish line to echoing silence. His own finish time was ruined but his smile was genuine. Now, watching him struggle forward, I knew what true victory meant. ##

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Paragraph 1: So I did what felt right.
Paragraph 2: At the award ceremony, Ismael tried to give me his bronze medal. ##

2. 25年11月徐州零模

Peter and Oliver were crazy about basketball. After school, you could always find them on the school basketball court, sweat dripping from their foreheads as the sun dipped low. Peter had a natural talent for shooting hoops, while Oliver struggled a little with his dribbling. Though Oliver didn’t play as well as Peter, he was a warm-hearted child willing to accept others’ opinions. The basketball court often witnessed their laughter mixed with the sound of the ball bouncing on the concrete.

A piece of exciting news came one day: the school would attend a youth basketball tournament of the city. All boys buzzed with excitement. Almost every one of them wanted to join the school team, and Peter and Oliver wanted it more than anyone else. “Imagine us playing together on the court, representing our school!” Peter said one day, grinning. Oliver’s eyes lit up. From that day on, they trained even harder. They woke up early to practice before school, worked on passing drills during lunch breaks, and stayed late to perfect their shots. Oliver’s skills got better, but he still looked up to Peter.

The day the school team list was announced finally arrived. Everyone sat on the edge of their seats, waiting for the headmaster, Mr. Lee, to speak. Peter sat up straight, confident he’d make it. Oliver’s hands were shaking, and he stared at his desk, too nervous to look up. Peter gently nudged him. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “We’re both getting in. I know it.”

Mr. Lee started reading the names: “Tom, Jake, Sam… Peter.” A big smile spread across Peter’s face. He turned to high-five Oliver, only to see Oliver’s pale face. Mr. Lee finished the list, and Oliver’s name wasn’t there. Oliver’s shoulders slumped, and he stared out the window, blinking hard to hold back tears. After Mr. Lee left, Oliver dashed out of the room. ##

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Paragraph 1: Peter ran after Oliver, trying to comfort him.
Paragraph 2: The match day saw Oliver sitting beside the court, happily watching. ##

3. 25年11月德州高三上学期期中考

Mr. Harrison, our English teacher, was a man of infectious enthusiasm, especially when it came to Shakespeare. One afternoon, he announced a special project: we were to perform scenes from Hamlet in class. For many, this was a chance to shine, but for me, it was a nightmare. I’d always been terrified of public speaking, and the thought of performing Shakespeare in front of everyone made my stomach do flips.

I chose the famous “To be, or not to be” monologue, thinking it would be easier to handle alone. Mr. Harrison noticed my hesitation and stayed after class to help me. He talked about the emotions behind the words, showing me how to breathe and find my voice. “Don’t just say the words, Leo,” he’d say. “Feel them.”

The day of the performance arrived. I could feel my heart racing as I watched my classmates perform. Some were brilliant, others funny, but all seemed so much more confident than I felt. When my name was finally called, my legs felt like lead. I walked to the front of the room, the script trembling in my hands. The room went silent, and dozens of eyes were fixed on me. I looked at Mr. Harrison, who gave me a small, encouraging nod. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second, and began. ##

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Paragraph 1: At last, it was my turn to stand before the class.
Paragraph 2: As I finished, Mr. Harrison was the first to start clapping. ##

4. 25年11月无锡期中考

Last year, when my big brother Jed got Shyla, he said I could help take care of her. He added that in about a year, we’d give Shyla back to The Seeing Eye. And then she’d be ready to learn to be a dog guide for someone who can’t see. A year seemed like a long time back then.

I remember the day when Shyla was brought to our house. She was only eight weeks old, and she came with a bag of puppy food and a lot of instructions. That night she whimpered and cried. Jed said she missed her puppy brothers and sisters.

“She can sleep in my bed,” I told Jed, but he said Shyla could never sleep on any furniture, not even the couch. He rolled out his sleeping bag on the floor and lay down with Shyla by his bed. I put my sleeping bag on the other side of Shyla. “Remember, Jenny, everything we do for Shyla is because of the blind person she’ll work for later on,” Jed said to me. He had his arm around Shyla and his eyes were closed. “If her blind person wakes up in the night and needs her, Shyla will have to be right there on the floor by the bed,” added Jed.

When I woke up early the next morning, Jed was already heading out the back door with Shyla in his arms. I hurried to go along. I thought maybe we’d all play in the yard before breakfast. But Jed said no. It wasn’t playtime. Our puppy needed to learn to go to the bathroom outside. Jed brought her back in right away, saying “Good dog!”

I did get to play with Shyla then. But we stayed in the kitchen behind the baby gates where Mom used to keep me safe when I was little. Everything was more fun with Shyla around. Even dinner time. Jed trained Shyla to lie on the floor near his left foot every time he ate. “That’s where the blind person will need her to be,” he explained. ##

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Paragraph 1: After Shyla was 13 weeks old, we took her everywhere.
Paragraph 2: Last week our year was up. ##

5. 25年11月浙东北高三上学期联考

I gazed down the frightening snow-covered slope, my heart beating wildly. The accident that took my leg two years ago replayed in my mind, a memory I couldn’t escape. But with my prosthetic leg (假肢) and persistent training, I was determined to return to the slopes.

It was my final training session before the competition. As I practiced the difficult jump, the world went black as I crashed headfirst into the densely packed snow. I rolled down the slope like a man trapped in a washing machine, unable to break free from the tossing and flipping. When I finally stopped, I found my prosthetic leg had been forced out of its place.

“I can’t do this!” I yelled, hammering my leg back into place. I freed myself from the snowboard and struggled to my feet. “Another round?” my coach asked with a soft laugh. He rested his arm on my shoulder as if to comfort me after his teasing. We both stared at the towering slope ahead. Failure loomed over me like a dark cloud — it had beaten me too many times before.

“I can’t handle the landing. This leg drags me down! How am I supposed to compete tomorrow?” I slapped my leg repeatedly with bitterness as tears welled up in my eyes. Every time I fell, I forced myself to get back on my feet so that I could snowboard again, but I had tricked myself into believing that I could return to being a professional snowboarder.

“Just remember: dig your heels in, bend your knees, and keep your arms up. Three steps to the gold medal.” My coach looked me straight in the eyes, his voice firm yet warm. “It’s not your leg holding you back. You’re using it as an excuse.” His words trailing off like droplets of water forming dotted indents in the snow — disappearing into the snow forever but leaving their marks behind. [6, 7]

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Paragraph 1: The fateful day finally arrived.
Paragraph 2: The crowd erupted, cheers filling the air. ##

6. 25年11月浙江卓越联盟期中考-高二

Every summer, my parents and I go to stay in a small wooden house by a lake, which is not far from our home. I love building sandcastles, finding small rocks to skip across the water and seeing how many times they can bounce.

On July 15 this year, I was playing on the beach when Dad called me to return home, but I wanted to cool off a little first — so I walked into the water. It felt soft on my skin and cool, which was nice because the sun was so hot. Dad kept telling me to hurry up — he wanted to watch the World Cup final. But I liked to take my time, so I didn’t listen to him.

I got down on my hands and knees and crawled along the lake bottom. I was looking for rocks to skip when my hand and knee touched something long and hard under the sand. I pulled it out. It wasn’t like the sticks or rocks I usually find. One end was sharp, and the other had a handle. I held it up to the sky, put my other hand on my hip, and shouted, “Dad, I found a sword!”

I felt like a brave warrior, but Dad laughed and said I looked like a little pirate with a toy sword. The sword was rough, and my hands got covered in sticky brown rust. Then the sword started to bend. Dad ran over through the water and asked to hold it. I didn’t want to give it up — it was my sword! But I let him take it in the end.

I ran to Mom, Grandma and some other family members. They were all sitting outside drinking coffee and eating cookies. I yelled, “I found a sword! I found a sword!” Later, Dad took the sword to show our neighbors. Their family have lived in the village for over 100 years. They said it looked like an old sword from a long time ago, the kind ancient warriors used. And because of all this, Dad never got to watch the World Cup final. ##

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Paragraph 1: When we showed the sword to an expert later, she was clearly surprised.
Paragraph 2: We finally decided to give the sword to the local museum. ##

7. 25年11月湖北圆创高三上学期期中考

The bell above the second-hand shop door gave a weak ring as I walked in. Inside, the familiar sight felt heavier than usual: neatly folded second-hand clothes that hadn’t sold in weeks, quiet bookshelves dusted just that morning, and only two customers in, neither stopping to ask prices.

My wife Clara stood behind the counter, her eyes full of tiredness. “The house owner called again,” she said, pushing a pile of unpaid bills toward me. “If we don’t pay the rent next month…” Her voice faded away. We’d run this shop for three years, but lately, it felt like the walls were closing in.

Just then, rain poured down. A familiar figure was passing the window. It was Mrs. Green, a 61-year-old lady. She had worked in the textile factory for 40 years until she retired last year. As her husband died years ago and her children lived in another city, she lived alone in a small house. I often saw her sitting in her yard and doing some sewing and mending. She had grown quieter these months, usually hurrying past the shop with her head down, as if she didn’t want to catch anyone’s eye.

Through the shop window, we saw her hurrying past, her thin coat a bit wet. “Mrs. Green! Come in and take shelter!” Clara called out, waving her over. She hesitated for a moment, then slowed down and pushed open the door. Standing in the doorway, she looked awkwardly at the shelves, hands grabbing her wet clothes. We handed her a dry towel and offered a cup of tea. She sat on a chair by the counter, drinking slowly, and didn’t say much — just watched us fold clothes and tidy books. Clara picked up a box of old dolls — their plastic arms broken, button eyes missing, dresses worn out, asking me to throw them out. They were too worn out to be sold. ##

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Paragraph 1: While I was going out, a clear voice stopped me.
Paragraph 2: Unexpectedly, the mended dolls were quite popular with children. ##

8. 25年11月潍坊高三期中考

Coach Dad

On a November afternoon in Belmont, my five-year-old son Jack asked me to go for a walk. Not a big moment for most dads, but it felt good to be asked for me. As we walked along the street, thoughts rose in my heart: Nothing was more important to me than being a good father. But more and more these days, I asked myself, “Was I?”

I’m a business consultant, helping companies develop employees into successful teams. It was the work meant for me. If only I felt that same confidence as a father. I wondered why I always felt like something was missing between us. Yet I wasn’t completely clueless. They say your parenting style is shaped by how your parents raised you, and my role models weren’t perfect. But I wasn’t like my dad. Jack meant everything to me.

Reaching the end of the street, we found my friend Rick playing basketball with his son. “Hey, John, want to shoot a few?” Rick said, holding up the basketball. I shook my head. “Not really my game,” I said. Rick passed the ball to Jack and walked over to me. “I can hardly get Jack to do anything fun with me. How do you manage it, Rick?” I asked. “I try to make what’s important to my kid important to me, even if it’s just shooting a few baskets,” he replied. Easy for him, I thought. He likes playing sports while I know nothing about it.

On our way home, Jack said, “Dad, our Family Basketball Day at school is this coming Friday. I really want to play. It would be so much fun! Can we, please?” I recalled how badly I’d wanted my dad to be there for me and decided to follow Rick’s advice. That night, after getting Jack to bed, I sat at the computer and filled out the application. That’s when I noticed a box at the bottom asking, “Would you like to coach?” Before I could think twice, I clicked YES and hit SEND.

“That’s awesome!” Jack cheered when I told him the next day. ##

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Paragraph 1: Then came our first practice.
Paragraph 2: I searched the web for coaching tips. ##

9. 25年11月烟台高三期中考

One hot day, Vivian decided to take her 3-year-old son, Ben, to a nearby park, something she rarely did. Ben was too naughty and unpredictable in public, and she had grown used to the judgmental stares from other parents, who seemed to silently accuse her of “bad parenting” for not controlling him. Still, she wanted to get him out of the house.

When they reached the park with such toys as a bucket and a truck, Vivian felt a wave of relief — only two others were there: a woman and her daughter about 6 years old, playing in the large sandbox. Vivian tried to guide Ben to the swings, but he made a beeline for the sandbox. Though she had an anxious “oh no” feeling, she didn’t stop him. She just crossed her fingers and let him join.

Of course, it didn’t take long: Ben grabbed a handful of sand and threw it straight at the girl. Vivian froze, her face burning with shame. Stammering apologies, she rushed over to brush the sand and turned on the water tap beside the sandbox, ready to help wash the girl’s face.

To her surprise, the girl smiled instead of crying and held out a tool to Ben, inviting Ben to join her, “Sand’s soft! Wanna build a castle?” Ben hesitated for a moment before taking it and murmured, “Yeah.”

Vivian gave a sigh of relief, meeting the woman’s beautiful eyes. There was no blame, just a gentle smile. “I’m Vivian, and this is Ben,” Vivian responded, warmth spreading through her. “He struggles with impulses, so I rarely bring him out. Sorry again.”

Clara nodded, “For kids like that, patience helps.” Sure enough, Ben and Lila laughed as they piled sand, with Ben even sharing his toy truck. Vivian and Clara chatted happily. Suddenly, there came Lila’s cry of surprise. They turned, only to find the castle the two kids had been building collapsed. ##

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Paragraph 1: They were about to help when Ben said decidedly, “I’ve got a good idea.”
Paragraph 2: Half an hour later, a new higher castle stood before the two mothers. ##

10. 盐城高三上学期期中考试

On a bright April morning, Ms. Bennett led her photography club to the hill by the lake. “Find what speaks to you,” she said, handing them each a turn with the school’s only camera. The lake shone under the gentle sun, and trees were clearly reflected on its surface. Ethan, quiet but observant, waited patiently for his turn. He loved taking small details others often missed. When it was finally his turn, he lifted the camera and pressed the button just as sunlight broke through the clouds. The picture shone with warmth. ##

When the club packed up to leave, Ethan placed the camera on the bench beside him while helping to carry stands and boxes. He glanced back once and saw Tyler, another student, zipping his backpack. Moments later, Ethan returned to get the camera. But the bench was empty. Panic tightened his chest. “Did you take the camera?” he asked Tyler, trying to keep his voice calm. Tyler looked surprised. “No, I didn’t even touch it.” Ethan wanted to believe him, yet the picture of Tyler walking away kept replaying in his mind. He searched the grass, under benches, even the nearby bushes — nothing. ##

Back at school, Ms. Bennett asked where the camera was. Ethan froze. “I — I don’t know,” he said nervously, unable to meet her eyes. He told himself he’d explain later, once he found it. Days passed. The club’s energy faded. Tyler stopped talking to him, and Ethan’s photos lost their color. Each time he saw Ms. Bennett’s encouraging smile, guilt grew deeper inside him. Then, one cloudy afternoon, the school cleaner entered the office holding something dusty and familiar. “Found this near the lake,” he said. Ms. Bennett’s eyes lit up. “Oh, thanks a ton!” But Ethan’s stomach sank. Relief didn’t reach him — only shame. That night, he couldn’t sleep. He thought over every second of that day, from the golden light on the water to the moment he lied. The beauty he once loved now felt heavy with regret. By morning, one thought remained clear: he had to make things right. ##

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Paragraph 1: The next morning, Ethan knocked on Ms. Bennett’s office door.
Paragraph 2: On the next club outing, Ethan walked up to Tyler.

11. 石家庄高三教学质量摸底检测

Lily’s fingertips brushed over the brand-new fountain pen. It was silver-white with star-patterned marks. She had saved her pocket money for three months, skipping after-school milk teas and weekend movie tickets, just to buy it as a birthday gift for her deskmate, Ethan. Ethan always used a worn, paint-chipped old pen. When he wrote, its cap hung loosely. That was why Lily decided to buy him a special pen as a birthday gift and she had bought some wrapping paper and carefully wrapped it, picturing the surprise when Ethan got it. Soon, Ethan walked in, and she hurriedly hid it in one of her side pockets of her schoolbag, not knowing there was a hole at the bottom. ##

On Ethan’s birthday, Lily’s heart sank when she suddenly forgot where she had exactly put the gift and failed to find it. Her hands moved quickly, emptying her schoolbag onto the desk—textbooks, notebooks, and worksheets spilled out in a messy pile. She searched through them wildly, her hope fading with each passing second. She dropped to her knees to check the dark space between her desk and the wall, looked under the classroom seats, and even carefully checked the trash can, but found nothing. At the moment, Ethan was turning his old pen between his fingers. ##

“What are you looking for?” Ethan asked softly. “A pen.” When those two words slipped out of Lily’s lips, she suddenly froze—Ethan’s concern sent a brief thought of suspicion across her mind. Could it be… he had taken the pen by mistake? She didn’t want to let him know ahead of time. She had planned to send it as a surprise to the kind boy who always lent her erasers and helped her solve math problems whenever she was in need. The class bell rang and they kept silent but Lily’s mind was totally off the lesson. When class was over, Lily sat heavily in her seat. The classroom was filled with happy talks and laughter of her classmates, but she felt completely like an outsider. Just as she was clouded in her own disappointment, Ethan gently tapped her on the shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts. “Don’t be sad. Let’s look for it together.” Ethan said with a smile. ##

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Paragraph 1: Following Ethan’s suggestion, they went to the lost-and-found office together.
Paragraph 2: Just then, Lily handed the pen to Ethan.

12. 稽阳联谊学校高三联考

Last month, my friend Ollie and I discovered a poster in the park announcing a recycled-sculpture contest called “Trash to Treasure Day”. The grand prize was a gift certificate to a skate shop — an exciting prospect for both of us, since we were in need of new skateboards. The poster stated that all materials would be provided on-site, so we decided to team up. We brainstormed ideas beforehand. Ollie suggested a robot, while I thought of a tree, but we couldn’t decide right away. That night, I lay awake trying to think of the perfect sculpture idea. When I finally dozed off, I had a wild dream. Ollie and I were working on a sculpture of a fire-breathing dragon. It was so fantastic, we ended up winning first place. But just as the judge was handing us the prize, our dragon came to life and swallowed us up! ##

After breakfast, when I told Ollie about the dream, he was crazy about the idea of a dragon. Though I felt a bit uneasy about the part where it gobbled us up, I agreed and spent the rest of the day researching. On contest day, I brought a perfect dragon picture as our guide. The area was filled with recycled materials — cardboard, containers, lids, used toys, and trinkets — while each workstation supplied tape, scissors, glue, and markers. A woman in a hat welcomed everyone, encouraging us to work alone or together, with judging and cake at three o’clock. ##

Ollie and I found a spot but got off to a very slow start. We disagreed on which boxes to use, struggled to attach parts, and couldn’t make our sculpture look anything like my picture. After a very long time of piecing and patching, our sculpture started to look the tiniest bit like a dragon. To make our dragon more lifelike, we racked our brains. Ollie noted that buttoned lids made good eyes, but we still needed a mouth. Then I remembered a big red zipper on a round table — it was just right! I hurried back to grab it. ##

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Paragraph 1: But just as I reached for the zipper, another hand appeared and picked it up.
Paragraph 2: I was pretty sure Ollie wouldn’t mind a new partner, and luckily I was right.

13. 聊城、济宁两地高三期中教学质量检测

“Today’s the day! Dad.” Ethan burst out as he poured cereal into a bowl, unable to contain his excitement. “I hope I don’t let Coach Schultz and the kids in the team down.” It was finally the inter-school match, and Ethan was going to be pitching for the first time in a real match. “Oh, you’ll do fine,” Dad comforted, “You’ve spent months running, pitching, and working on your mobility.” “Do you have time to feed the goats before Coach Schultz pick me up?” Dad asked. “Sure. I have fifteen minutes before Coach Schultz pick me up.” Ethan replied. “Sorry I have to leave before you.” Dad grabbed his car keys. ##

Ethan wolfed down his cereal and headed out to the barn. As he fed the goats, he tried to remember all the pitching tips Coach Schultz had given him. Then he spotted their young goat Zeke opening the gate! Ethan dashed over to stop him from escaping. It was too late. Knowing he couldn’t leave with Zeke on the loose, Ethan quickly figured out he’d need a bucket of cracked corn to attract the goat and a rope to catch him and lead him back. By that time, Zeke had disappeared into the trees in the far corner. ##

A car rolled in and stopped. “Ready?” Coach Schultz asked. “I—I can’t go right now. I have to get our goat back into his barn,” Ethan yelled. “Can I help?” he asked. “You don’t have time. Warm-up starts soon.” Ethan replied. “Don’t worry—I’ll come back and help you after I get the kids settled!” Coach Schultz shouted over the engine. Ethan fought to swallow the tightness in his throat as he went to get the corn and the rope. Corn bucket in one hand and rope over his shoulder, Ethan ran toward the trees. But Zeke saw him and rushed off, getting farther and farther away. Exhausted from the run-around, Ethan collapsed down on the ground to catch his breath. He knew the team would be starting their warm-up by now. How he wished he could be there! ##

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Paragraph 1: Just then, a minibus stopped before Ethan.
Paragraph 2: “Thanks, but sorry this took so much of our warm-up time,” Ethan said guiltily.

14. 苏州高三上学期阳光调研试卷

I always had a tough time in school. My father had put it best: “Some kids are good in school, and some aren’t. You’re just one of the kids who isn’t.” But I wasn’t satisfied with that answer. Ever since the first day of school, it had been drilled into my brain that I must strive for academic success. Our principal talked to us many times about striving for greatness. Pictures of past scholars and professors decorated at least one wall in almost every classroom. ##

When I was a small child, I was tested, and they found that I had several learning disabilities. I had to review constantly to keep the information in my brain, and I was always two to three years behind my grade level in math. In high school, without special education, I had to find new ways to help myself do better in school. One night, I was working with my tutor. I just wasn’t getting it, and it had been going on like that for a few weeks. My tutor had finally had it, and started yelling at me in front of the entire crowd of kids (each with their own private tutor). “How dumb can you be? We’ve been reviewing the same four math steps for three weeks now. If you don’t start shaping up soon, you’ll end up being a failure.” ##

That was the first time someone had said “you’re a failure” right to my face. Until then, my failure had been my private despair. I stormed out of the room and hid in a dark corner right outside the school. I stayed there for a half hour, crying and asking myself if the pain and disappointment would ever end. I left that school shortly afterwards, hoping to find a place where I could get away from the pain and find the greatness buried deep within me. And I did. ##

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Paragraph 1: My new school lets me see myself in a better light and recognize my growth.
Paragraph 2: People greet me cheerfully each morning because they see my character.

15. 鄂东南省级示范高中期中联考

December 25 was unusually quiet except for the nurses complaining about holiday shifts. I was a triage nurse that day and had just been out to the waiting room to clean up. Since there were no patients waiting to be seen at the time, I came back to the nurses’ station for hot drinks. Just then an admitting clerk came back and told me I had five patients waiting to be evaluated. I complained, “Five, how did I get five; I was just out there and no one was there.” “Well, there are five signed in.” So I went straight out and called the first name. Five bodies showed up at my triage desk, a pale woman and four small children in somewhat rumpled clothing. ##

“Are you all sick?” I asked suspiciously. “Yes,” she said weakly, and lowered her head. “Okay,” I replied, unconvinced, “who’s first?” One by one they sat down, and I asked the usual basic questions. When it came to descriptions of their presenting problems, things got a little vague. Two of the children had headaches, but the headaches weren’t accompanied by the normal body language of holding the head or trying to keep it still. Two children had earaches, but only one could tell me which ear was affected. The mother complained of a cough, but seemed to work to produce it. ##

Something was wrong with the picture. Our hospital policy, however, was not to turn away any patient, so I admitted them in and explained the wait because ambulances had brought in several more critical patients. The mother responded, “Take your time; it’s warm here.” She turned and guided her children into the waiting room. An instinct sent me to the chart — no address: the family, a mother with her four children aged 4-10, was homeless. They came for warmth, not medicine. ##

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Paragraph 1: Back to the nurses’ station, I mentioned the family in the waiting room.
Paragraph 2: Then it was my turn to join the “party” in the waiting room.

16. 重庆市九龙坡区高三第一学期期中考试

My sister Bella is a single mother, and her daughter Grace has always been called “Number 43.” Every time the school released exam results, Grace would end up in 43rd place among the 50 pupils. Always 43, regardless of topic or term. The nickname always filled Bella with concern. Bella now runs a service firm that plans small events — outdoor trips for staff and their families, or weekend parties. The discussion nearly always turns to their children, since most of her clients are parents. You know how it goes — one parent discusses their child’s piano honors, another boasts about Math Olympiads or leadership responsibilities. Bella would simply sit there, softly nodding, feeling uncomfortable. While others were honoring these “great youngsters,” all she could think about was Grace and her Number 43. ##

At a family get-together, as lunch concluded, someone playfully asked the youngsters what they wanted to be when they grew up. Brave, ambitious answers filled the room: “I want to be a pianist!” “I want to be a famous actor!” “I want to be a politician!” “I’ll start a business and make tons of money!” Adults applauded each declaration, celebrating these impressive dreams. Grace, however, didn’t answer. She was quietly helping — bringing cups of soup, handing out cookies — content in her own little world. The relative then prompted, “Grace, what do you want to be?” Grace paused, then smiled. “Uncle, I want to be a Montessori teacher. I love tiny kids, dancing, singing, and playing.” The lively room fell silent. Bella’s heart sank with embarrassment, fearing the quiet meant adults found Grace’s dream small or unimpressive. Yet, Grace remained calm, her gentle smile steady, as if she knew a profound truth about her path’s value and joy, a truth the adults, caught in worldly expectations, hadn’t grasped. ##

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Paragraph 1: An elderly aunt broke into warm applause.
Paragraph 2: For the first time, Bella saw “Number 43” not as a shortcoming.

17. 重庆康德高三期中考试

The spring afternoon was warm when the doorbell rang. I was arranging red roses in a glass vase in the living room. Through the clear door, I saw a thin, silver-haired woman standing quietly outside. The basket in her hands held a dozen brown eggs, each one different in size. When I opened the door, she gave a shy smile. “These are from my backyard chickens. I thought you might like some,” she said in a voice that was almost a whisper. Her simple blue dress looked old but was neatly ironed. As she held out the basket, I noticed her thin fingers trembling slightly. I noticed her eyes held a lonely look. “What a lovely gift! Thank you, that’s very kind. Would you like to come in for some tea?” I asked. She nodded, her face brightening as she stepped inside. ##

The next morning, she returned just as the sun began to warm the garden. This time, her basket was filled with freshly picked vegetables—green beans, red tomatoes, and yellow bell peppers. My six-year-old son Leo, who had been watching for her from the window, rushed to the open door before I could. “More wonderful things from your garden?” I asked, smiling at the beautiful vegetables. She explained that since her husband passed away last year, her garden had become her greatest comfort. Her children lived in other cities and rarely visited. ##

Leo returned from his room carrying his favorite picture book about plants. “Can you show me which of these vegetables are in your book?” she asked him gently. As they sat together at the kitchen table, turning the pages slowly, morning sunlight streamed through the window, making their faces glow. Leo leaned comfortably against her arm, completely absorbed in their shared discovery. Her voice, soft and clear, explained how each vegetable grew, while Leo listened with wide, interested eyes. ##

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Paragraph 1: When they finished looking at the book, she rose from her seat.
Paragraph 2: The next day, Leo waited by the window with two picture books.

18. 浙江省 9+1 高中联盟高三年级期中考试

Sara’s fingertips brushed gently across the family photo wall, tracing the memories of a time that felt increasingly distant. The edges of her sixth-birthday photo had long faded, most of it hidden behind her little brother Tom’s grinning preschool portrait. Her childhood photos were squeezed into the upper corner, nearly replaced by Tom’s new ones—his chubby face clutching a cake on his first birthday, his tiny figure with a small schoolbag on his first day of kindergarten, and even a recent one where he was proudly holding a crayon drawing. ##

Ever since Tom was born three years ago, Mom and Dad’s world seemed to completely revolve around him. Dinner table conversations, which used to include her school stories, now centered on his newly learned words and silly little tricks. Then tonight, as Sara was finally grasping her quadratic equations, Tom’s toy train crashed with a “clatter” into her math book, scattering pencil bits all over the neatly written formulas. Frustration boiled over. Sara yelled, “Can’t you keep him under control?” Mom, looking exhausted, only sighed and rubbed her forehead, “He’s only four, honey. Just be more patient.” ##

Retreating to her bedroom, Sara felt the weight of the silence around her. Moonlight spilled over her college dream board, a collection of university logos and inspirational quotes. Right in the center, over her dream school’s logo, was Tom’s glittery gold star sticker, stuck there during one of his unsupervised adventures. Down the hallway, his happy screams as he played with Dad danced under the crack of her door, and hot, silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She then remembered last month: Dad had promised to come to her award ceremony but stayed home to take care of a slightly feverish Tom. The empty seat by the podium still stung. “Your grades are slipping lately,” her teacher’s concerned voice echoed in her memory, “Is everything all right at home?” Later, at midnight, Sara tiptoed past Tom’s room. The familiar smell of baby powder lingered; the small blue bed, once hers, was now covered in rocket stickers, and the nightlight by the bed cast a warm yellow glow. A twinge of guilt flickered, then faded—Mom had canceled her long-awaited music camp just last week, saying Tom’s new preschool fees were too high. The “Registration Canceled” email flashed in her mind, solidifying her decision. On the kitchen table, next to half-eaten toast, she left a note, “I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.” ##

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Paragraph 1: As dawn was just breaking, Mom’s cry woke the whole house when she found the note.
Paragraph 2: Ultimately, they found Sara curled up on a bench at the bus station, shivering in the cold.

19. T8 高三部分重点中学 12 月联合测评

Mr. Hopkins’ bookstore was a quiet island in the noisy stream of the modern city. For decades, it had been a shelter for book lovers. The wooden sign above the door, weathered but proud, read “Hopkins’ Books” in brick red. It had been a constant place where time moved slower with the first turn of a page. Now, it was closing. The news felt like a physical blow to David, a quiet college student who had grown up reading in the cozy corners of the shop. The smell of old paper was the smell of his childhood, witnessing his growth. He couldn’t imagine the street without its warm, inviting light. When the news spread throughout the entire neighborhood, worry was written all over everyone’s faces. ##

The reason for the closure was a woman named Sarah Chen. Representing a large development company, she had made a generous offer to buy the building. She saw the space not for its shelves of stories, but for its potential as a trendy café, a profitable upgrade. To her, it was just business. Mr. Hopkins, now old and tired, felt defeated. “Maybe it’s time, David,” he sighed, his hand resting on a dusty copy of his favorite novel. “The world has moved on.” ##

On the day of the final meeting, David arrived early, his backpack filled with items he had collected over the years from the store: a bookmark from his tenth birthday, a receipt from the first book he had bought with his own money, a photograph of himself and Mr. Hopkins taken during a summer reading program. He walked to the children’s section and drew a small, worn copy of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. The cover was faded, the pages yellowed, but the spine still held strong. Sarah arrived precisely at 2:00 p. m. She wasted no time getting down to business, reviewing the contract with Mr. Hopkins. David watched from the sidelines, his heart pounding in his chest. ##

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Paragraph 1: He couldn’t let this happen—not without trying to make his voice heard.
Paragraph 2: A decision was made to combine a bookstore and a café in one project, and the construction began.

20. 2025-2026 学年第一学期浙江省县域教研联盟高三年级模拟考试

Shortly after I graduated from junior high school in 1968, my mother began repeating her favorite saying: “Learn to type, and doors will open for you, Pam.” Anything remotely connected to typing — an image of a typewriter, hearing the word “type” — could bring out this statement from her, often accompanied with finger-shaking and a small yet clear “hump!” I would respond with a “Yes, Mom”, or, when out of her view, a much-practiced eye roll.

When my mother and father came from Guyana to the United States, she brought her memories, photos, and a recipe on yellowing paper for sweet fruitcake. She also brought her sewing and makeup skills. Sewing secured her a full-time job as a finisher in New York’s clothing district, and makeup earned extra money from occasional hairdressing work. Typing was not on her work experience record. To her, it was an essential “American skill.” That meant it was up to me, her American-born child, to learn to type. She raised the importance when, the summer after I graduated from junior high, she gave me a dark brown Olivetti handy typewriter for my birthday.

“Thanks, Mom, but I can’t type,” I gently reminded her. “That’s going to change,” she answered, also gently. “Soon.”

Mom was a woman of her word. “Soon” arrived just one week later, when we took the bus to ever-busy Steinway Street in Long Island City to the Crown Business Institute, which offered typing, note-taking, bookkeeping, and other office skills. My mother practically pushed me through the door.

Inside, my eye fell on rows of students typing in front of old-fashioned Smith-Corona or Royal typewriters. Beginners picked their way around their keyboard while more experienced typists performed amazing skills, producing the machine’s distinctive clackity-clacking music. I was as impressed as I was doubtful that I would ever achieve such capability. But before I could voice a protest, my mother had registered me for up to six weeks of typing lessons. ##

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Paragraph 1: Now there was no turning back.
Paragraph 2: As the lessons progressed, Mom showed me a side of herself that I had never seen.

21. 嘉兴市 2025 年 12 月高三教学测试

Olly Powell’s seventh birthday wish to become invisible came true a week later with the birth of his sister, Lily. Initially, the power felt like a brilliant secret. He could slip into the kitchen for an extra biscuit unnoticed, and he loved listening from the hallway as his parents chatted amusedly about “that little mouse”. It was magic!

However, the joy was gone when Lily finally came home from the hospital. The reality was nothing like he had expected. Now, he often stood invisible in the hall. His request for swimming lessons was gently declined by his parents, who were busy with Lily. Being a big brother was the worst thing in the world. A deep sense of being unseen settled in his heart.

Feeling left out, he made a decision. “I bet they’d love to see me at school,” he thought. He struggled to open the front door and stepped outside. The street was quiet in the morning. He walked on, each step heavy with a desperate, unspoken hope that someone would finally see him and call him back.

His journey ended when a sharp bark from Mrs. Cooper’s little dog, Teddy, made him look up. “Olly? You aren’t here on your own, are you?” Mrs. Cooper called out, her kind face filled with concern. She led him gently into her garden and phoned his father — who apologised for being so tied up with the new baby.

To pass the time while waiting, Mrs. Cooper showed Olly the incubator (孵化器) where several eggs were kept. When he pointed out a fine crack (裂缝) on one of them, she explained it was a promising sign. Noticing Teddy waiting patiently by the door, she added softly that the eggs currently required a great deal of her attention — much like Lily — but Teddy understood he was still her good boy. Just then, a faint sound came from the cracked shell. Olly leaned in, then looked up at Mrs. Cooper and Teddy, and for the first time all morning he did not feel quite so alone. ##

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Paragraph 1: Minutes later, Dad arrived, relieved to see Olly safe and sound.
Paragraph 2: Back home, Mum stood waiting with Lily asleep in her arms.

22. 杭州学军中学 2026 年 1 月高考考前适应性考试

Mustafa stood nervously in front of his sixth-grade class on his first day in America. His teacher introduced him as a new student from Turkey. Before he could sit down, a big boy named Bob pressed his fist to his mouth and made a strange sound — “Gobble-gobble!” Laughter broke out. Mustafa had no idea what it meant, but he knew it wasn’t friendly.

Later, Sam, a quiet boy who sat in front of him, explained, “Bob is making fun of you. ‘Gobble’ is the sound of a turkey — the bird Americans eat on Thanksgiving.” Mustafa forced a smile, but the teasing only grew worse. In the following days, Bob gobbled in the hallway, at the water fountain, even during break. Though Mustafa tried to ignore him, the sound followed him everywhere. Mustafa, who was much shorter than Bob, was running out of patience.

The turning point came when a soccer game was announced before Thanksgiving celebration. Mustafa’s eyes lit up upon hearing the news that they would be divided into two teams to play, because he grew up playing soccer, or “futbol” as he called it, Turkey’s national sport. But when captains chose teams, he was picked last. Apparently, they doubted his skills because of his short and slim figure. Captain Oliver even sent him to the bench, saying he’d put him in after they took the lead.

Heartbroken yet determined, Mustafa practiced alone on the bench. His skills were impressive — dribbling (带球), kneeing, and heading the ball with precision. The entire class watched in amazement. “Come on in,” Oliver, finally said. On the field, Oliver passed him the ball. “We’re down 3-2 — hurry!” Mustafa’s talent shone when he finally played. Two defenders rushed him, but Mustafa skillfully dribbled past them and ran to the goal. The goalkeeper was Bob, who mocked, “Gobble-gobble!” Mustafa tricked him easily and scored, tying the game. ##

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Paragraph 1: With two minutes left, Mustafa got the ball again.
Paragraph 2: Bob hung his head in embarrassment as Mustafa’s team cheered loudly.

23. 2025 年 12 月嵊州市高(选)考科目适应性考试

Not too long ago I was the guide on a wildlife-photography trip to Svalbard near the North Pole. After two days of travel on a small passenger ship along the harsh and icy coast, we reached there. Wildlife is abundant in this remote and fragile area. We spotted several seals resting on the ice, but no polar bears. I placed my camera and a motion sensor near the edge of a hole to get an image of a seal.

Then, at two in the next morning, a crew member woke us up. He had spotted a polar bear approaching in the distance under the midnight sun. We ran to the bow of the boat to see what would happen. At first the bear walked toward the boat. Then it turned and headed directly for my camera. I had long dreamed of taking a picture of a polar bear while it waited beside a breathing hole, hoping to grab a seal. I knew it would be a difficult photo to get, but here I could see it happening right in front of me, a dream very close to coming true.

The motion sensor reacted to the bear’s movement, triggering the camera to start taking pictures. The bear circled the camera, gently sniffing and even licking it. Then the bear knocked the sensor onto the ice, grabbed the tripod (三脚架) and tipped it. The camera hung from the sensor’s wire. I prayed that it would stay that way so I could at least rescue the memory card containing the images.

Then the wire broke. My camera and the memory card with all those impossible-to-get close-ups of the polar bear disappeared more than 450 feet beneath the ice.

That was the worst moment in my photography career. I did not sleep well for a long time afterward. I was so angry with myself. I couldn’t let it go. I tried to find someone who would help me find it, but my colleagues in polar research told me that the camera had most likely sunk into the soft mud commonly found in front of glaciers. I almost gave up. ##

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Paragraph 1: A year later I obtained permission to bring a remotely operated vehicle (ROV) to find the camera.
Paragraph 2: Fortunately on the third try, the ROV found the camera.

24. 2026 届广州市高三年级调研测试

This was only Amy’s first year at SunRay Tech, yet she already felt like an old hand.

She read market reports on the subway, ate salad at her desk, and even practised her presentation while brushing her hair. Her small apartment, a thousand miles from home, witnessed all her efforts: notes, charts and presentation drafts covered the living-room table.

“Amy, you’re on fire!” her manager laughed one Monday. The words kept Amy smiling all afternoon. Then a company e-mail arrived:

Amy, congratulations! You are this year’s Outstanding New Employee. Please give an eight-minute speech at the company’s annual meeting on Sunday morning.

Amy’s heart jumped. She read the message again and again. That night she sat at her desk and wrote about the coffee that grew cold, the code that finally worked at 2 a. m., and the pride she felt when her first project helped the team win a new client.

Yet, from time to time, a faint guilt brushed her heart. She remembered her mother’s soft voice in their last video call: “Don’t work too hard, sweetheart. You’re already great. Come home for a rest.” Each time Amy whispered to herself, “Next month, Mum — on your birthday.”

She spent the next evenings perfecting every word and gesture. On Saturday evening she felt ready. Then the phone rang. It was Dad.

“Amy, tomorrow’s your mum’s fiftieth birthday. We’re planning a simple lunch. When are you coming home?”

Mum’s birthday! How could I forget? Shame washed over Amy. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. The meeting, the carefully prepared speech and her colleagues’ proud smiles all suddenly felt heavy in her chest.

“Dad, the company’s annual meeting is also tomorrow… I was supposed to give a speech as the Outstanding New Employee…” Her voice was tight with conflict.

“Oh, congratulations, sweetie. I understand — it’s a big day. Your mum will be so proud…”

Amy remained frozen for a moment, not knowing how the call ended. Then her eye fell on her family photo on the desk, with her parents on either side. ##

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Paragraph 1: Seeing the happy smiles on their faces, she knew what she had to do.
Paragraph 2: With a light heart, Amy booked the earliest flight home.

25. 成都市 2023 级高中毕业班第一次诊断性检测

I was cycling in rural Turkey — I couldn’t tell you where. My plan that day was to ride until I reached a village with somewhere I could stay. If that didn’t work out, I needed to get to the next town before sunset since that was the only spot I could really count on for a bed. Out there, finding anywhere to stay wasn’t exactly easy.

I was cycling quickly downhill, probably too fast for a gravel (碎石) road. I was riding around a blind corner when a car came screaming around the bend. As soon as I saw it, it was in front of me. The next thing I remember is lying in the middle of the road with the cylinder of my bike handle stuck in my leg, blood everywhere.

A week before that I had met Bryan, a bike tourist who’d ridden through more than 40 countries and settled in Turkey. I had his number because, like countless bike tourists before me, he’d let me stay the night in his small apartment in Antalya.

After I was discharged from hospital — a rural Turkish hospital in a town I didn’t even know the name of — I sat outside in a wheelchair, not knowing the exact state of my injury. I thought about calling everyone besides Bryan — Dad, Mum, best friend — but none of them could help. The only local number in my phone was Bryan’s.

I don’t remember much about the phone call. I know it wasn’t a simple request to stay a few more nights. I essentially asked Bryan to be my carer for an indefinite period. I didn’t know anyone else in Turkey and couldn’t walk. What I do remember is that the call was easy. There was no negotiation, just a welcoming: “Sure thing.” ##

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Paragraph 1: When Bryan arrived, he greeted me like a friend, not a traveller with a sorry story.
Paragraph 2: Eventually my family organised a flight home from Antalya.

26. 2025 年「三新」协同教研共同体高三联考

The sweet smell of horehound candy filled the kitchen, which meant Easter had truly arrived. When I watched my mother pour the golden syrup (糖浆) into the tray, my mouth watered. But then she placed a few pieces into a small paper box and handed it to me. “Please take this to our neighbor, Mrs. Tipton,” she said softly. “And don’t forget to invite her to the community gathering this weekend. I’m sure she would love to join us.”

However, my happy expression disappeared. In fact, the children in the neighborhood called Mrs. Tipton the “Strange Granny”. They told stories about her towering and silent house and the large black cat that sat in its window like a silent guardian. My mother saw my fear and added gently, “Sometimes, people who seem different are just the ones who need a friend the most.”

With the box feeling heavy in my hands, I walked toward her house. The path was covered in tall and wild plants that reached for my clothes. Each step felt slower than the last. I could see the dark windows of the house watching me. At last, I arrived at Mrs. Tipton’s house. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the old wooden door. To my astonishment, it was opened by a small woman with kind eyes. “Well, hello,” she said with a warm voice. “What brings you here today?” she asked. Surprised by her gentle tone, I shyly held out the candy. She smiled widely and invited me inside.

I stepped into a world I had never expected. The living room was bathed in afternoon sunlight. I could see the walls, which were covered in pretty pictures. There were also shelves full of interesting rocks and seashells. It wasn’t a scary place at all — it was a museum of a long and interesting life. A colorful, hand-painted dish sat on the table, overflowing with rainbow-colored candies. I suddenly felt ashamed of my fear. This wasn’t a frightening house; it was the home of a lonely artist who had no one to share her treasures with. [7, 8]

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Paragraph 1: Filled with a new understanding, I extended the invitation to her.
Paragraph 2: That weekend, something wonderful happened.

27. 25年12月浙江7校高三联考

I was lounging on the sofa, enjoying a cozy TV session with the kids, when my wife Lindsey burst into the room. “Jake, there’s a pig on our driveway!” she exclaimed. Our driveway was on the opposite side of the house, so we’d installed a security camera for just such occasions. Sure enough, it revealed a massive, four-legged creature wandering around. Moments later, we caught sight of it gently touching the window with his snout and grunting softly. ##

“He’s adorable!” my 10-year-old daughter, Ella, squealed, “I’m going to say hello!” I cautioned her that we didn’t know if the pig was friendly, but before I could stop her, she was already out the door. To our relief, the colossal pig seemed perfectly content to be petted and fawned over. Ella pleaded to keep him, but I gently explained that we didn’t have enough space. ##

Disappointed though Ella was, Lindsey and I decided to send the pig back. I called a local farmer to see if the pig belonged to him. When I described the animal’s size and distinctive markings, he chuckled, confirming that it was definitely Kevin Bacon, who was probably just out looking for some company. The Hollywood actor’s name gave us all a good laugh. The farmer also told us Kevin enjoyed playing with kids. ##

We learned that the farmer was away on business and wouldn’t be able to return until the next day. He asked if we could walk Kevin home. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to get him to move,” I replied. “You could try luring him with food,” the farmer suggested. He then mentioned that Kevin had a soft spot for Oreos. Fortunately, we had some Oreos in the biscuit tin. I hoped it would be enough. Then Lindsey managed to fit Kevin with a dog leash. ##

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Paragraph 1: After checking the route to the farm, we set off with a bag of treats.
Paragraph 2: Suddenly, we realized there was only one Oreo left and it was impossible to find more food. ##

28. 25年12月浙江强基联盟

A week after my family settled in Queens, New York, my mother enrolled me in a local elementary school. As a non-native speaker placed in English as a Second Language (ESL) classes, I felt lost from the start. The rapid English in the hallways was a blur, and in class, I struggled to form even the simplest sentences, often met with puzzled looks from my peers. ##

My name, unfamiliar to American ears, became a source of quiet embarrassment. Classmates would hesitate before attempting it, sometimes giggling at their own mispronunciation. Though no harm was meant, each time it happened, I felt a little more invisible. ##

The tension peaked one Tuesday in the crowded cafeteria. A boy from my class, surrounded by his friends, deliberately twisted my name into a mocking sound. “What kind of name is that?” he asked loudly. When I nervously asked him to repeat himself, the entire table burst into laughter. The heat rushed to my face, and I stared at my tray, fighting back tears. It was a small moment, but it was the last straw. ##

From then on, I avoided the cafeteria entirely, seeking shelter anywhere quiet. That led me to the school library, a haven of silence and order. It was there I met Anthony, the librarian, whose calm presence and gentle smile made me feel welcome without a word. ##

I started spending every lunch hour there, tucked into a corner table. Day after day, I watched Anthony. I saw how patiently he helped other students find books, his low, steady voice never rushing them. He’d sometimes catch my eye and give a small, understanding nod, but he never pressured me to speak. It was in that quiet consistency that a fragile sense of safety began to grow. Slowly, the idea that he might actually help me stopped feeling so terrifying. One afternoon, I finally gathered the courage to approach him, holding out a book about pirates I couldn’t understand. ##

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Paragraph 1: “I need help,” I whispered.
Paragraph 2: Soon, I was participating in class. ##

29. 25年12月湖北11校联盟

Arizona felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach as Halloween approached. Her friend Keenan was throwing a costume party, and while everyone in her class was excitedly discussing their well-crafted outfits, she remained utterly uninspired. The pressure to create something unique was overwhelming, and each passing day only deepened her despair. ##

The next couple of days, Arizona spent every spare minute trying to come up with the perfect costume idea. One afternoon, as she sat by her window in despair, she looked out of the window and caught sight of a small yellow bird land on the branch outside. Its cheerful song seemed to cut right through her worries. In that moment, her despair vanished, replaced by a clear vision. She immediately called her best friend, Mareya, and announced, “I know what I’m going to be — a beautiful yellow bird!” Mareya, who had decided on a tiger costume, was delighted to see her friend’s enthusiasm return. ##

Fueled by newfound excitement, Arizona devoted herself to the project. She found a piece of sparkling gold fabric for wings and a plain eye mask as a base. For hours, she worked with intense focus, carefully gluing soft yellow feathers and tiny, sparkling beads onto the mask. Each detail brought her creation to life, and she couldn’t help but smile with pride. The mask became more than a costume; it was a source of pride and the key to her confidence for the party. ##

On the day of the party, Arizona packed her finished wings and painstakingly crafted mask into a bag with great caution. She met Mareya after class, and together they headed to Keenan’s house, their excitement growing with every step. They rushed straight to the bathroom to put on the costumes. “Now for the finishing touch,” Mareya said, taking out her face-paint kit to paint tiger whiskers on her cheeks. ##

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Paragraph 1: That was when Arizona discovered her mask was missing.
Paragraph 2: Mareya begged her not to leave, assuring her that she had a way to help. ##

30. 25年12月精诚联盟高三联考

“Do you notice anything different?” I asked my daughter one sunny spring afternoon.

“Not really,” she responded while glancing around the living room and into the kitchen. “What am I missing?” That got the wheels spinning in my head, paving the way for me to eventually take a big step out of my comfort zone. ##

For as long as I could remember, I’d never believed my house was clean enough to invite friends over. So, whenever we were expecting company, I tired myself out to make certain the house was spotless. I cleaned so thoroughly that I ended up too tired mentally and physically to enjoy their company. ##

A great example was the time I offered to host a baby shower for my granddaughter and her husband. Realizing we would be inviting guests from both sides of the family, I was fearful as to how people might view my house. It was quite a lovely house, but I was still obsessed with having everything perfect. ##

Of course, I wanted my kitchen floor to look as bright and clean as possible. So, while all the windows and doors in the house were shut, I mixed ammonia (氨水) and bleach (漂白剂), got down on my hands and knees, and scrubbed away. ##

Within a matter of moments, I began to feel rather short of breath. Realizing that combination of cleaning products had likely released poisonous gas, I opened all the windows immediately. But I continued cleaning the floors until they were shining. The house must look perfect. ##

As time passed, I realized I was caught between a rock and a hard place — no unnecessary anxiety or exhausting housecleaning, but also a lovely home with no visitors. It had to be fate the day my daughter stopped by and said, “What am I missing?” ##

I’d just finished up a week of thorough spring cleaning that included washing all the windows, both inside and out, shampooing the carpet, scrubbing the kitchen floor and polishing the furniture. To me, the house shone with springtime cleanliness. ##

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Paragraph 1: If my daughter missed it, would anyone else notice it?
Paragraph 2: I took a big step and started inviting friends to stop by. ##

31. 25年12月诸暨一模

After a long day riding on the farm, Jorge returned to the house. His mother, Melissa, greeted him, looking upset. “I have received an offer from Mr. Somerset to sell the farm to Eco-Tours International,” Melissa began. “I’ve always hoped to keep the farm. Sadly, we’re losing money because the land is overgrazed.” Jorge’s heart dropped. He asked if they had to decide right now. “Two weeks,” Melissa replied. “We’ll find an answer,” Jorge said, trying to sound optimistic. ##

The next few days were filled with the hardest work Jorge had ever done. He herded sheep, fixed fencing, … In the evenings, he would sit with his mother, excitedly telling her all he learned on the farm. But when he was done, sadness would fill his heart. He didn’t yet know how to save the farm. ##

On the fourth day, Jorge came across a guanaco (原驼) with its leg stuck in the fence. Jorge knelt beside it to help, reaching out with a pair of wire cutters. “These are wild animals,” Jorge thought. “They don’t understand fences. In the old days, his mother once told him, there were no fences. The flock (羊群) grazing all over the mountain. It was harder to protect the sheep, but at least there was always enough grass.” Watching the guanaco limping away, Jorge fell silent. Something churned in his mind, but he couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. ##

Two days before Mr. Somerset was due to return, Jorge was out on a horse seeking out a sheep that had wandered away. After a while, he spotted her on the other side of that fence. As he approached, he instantly understood what attracted her out — the green grass. Thoughtfully, he looked at the rich pastures (草场) beyond. ##

Jorge managed to get the sheep in and was about to leave when he noticed a sudden movement. A puma (美洲狮) stood on a flat rock, staring at him. Jorge almost felt sorry for the skinny beast. “It must be hungry,” Jorge said quietly. “The changes to the land affect us all.” ##

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Paragraph 1: On the way back, Jorge had a picture in his mind.
Paragraph 2: Then came the day when Mr. Somerset returned. ##

32. 25年12月金丽衢12校联考

On the morning of his 1,500-meter race at the 1968 Games, the determined runner Kip Keino of Kenya found himself in a rather awful situation. He was seated in the backseat of a somewhat shabby taxi, making his way to the Olympic Stadium in the bustling city of Mexico City. ##

He was understandably worried. The city was in the grip of a massive traffic congestion. Everywhere he looked, there were traffic jams stretching as far as the eye could see. The honking of horns filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony. His taxi, a small vehicle amidst the sea of larger cars, buses, and other taxis, was barely inching forward. ##

Keino, with a furrowed brow, kept looking ahead at the long line of cars, buses, and taxis in front of him. The vehicles were bumper-to-bumper, and the drivers seemed frustrated, some impatiently drumming their fingers on the steering wheels. ##

It was an hour before his race, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. As time ticked away, it became fifty minutes, and he could feel a sense of unease creeping up on him. The taxi moved a few more meters, but the progress was extremely slow. Forty minutes passed, and he started to tap his foot nervously on the floor of the taxi. The traffic showed no signs of letting up. Then, it was twenty minutes before the race. Keino’s heart began to pound a bit faster. He could see people on the sidewalks, some of them wearing Olympic-themed clothing, walking towards the stadium with excited expressions. Meanwhile, he was still stuck in the traffic. ##

Finally, it was only ten minutes before the start of the race. And to his disappointment, the taxi was still a full 2 kilometers from the stadium. Considering the current traffic situation, the distance seemed almost impossible to cover. What’s worse, earlier that morning, even before getting into the taxi, he had been worried that the pain in his stomach might affect his performance. ##

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Paragraph 1: After a moment’s thought, however, Keino made a decision.
Paragraph 2: When Keino hurriedly ran into the stadium, other players were ready for the race. ##

33. 25年12月高二北斗星盟联考

The line of annoyed customers snaked around the counter. With just two shopping days before Christmas, most were in panic mode. One was my husband, Dale, a no-nonsense shopper who depends on fast service because every minute counts as the countdown before Christmas continues. But the service was anything but fast. ##

Behind Dale, a young mother rocked a restless baby on her hip while clutching several brightly wrapped boxes. Ahead of him, a man in a long coat checked his phone repeatedly and sighed heavily, the rhythmic tap of his polished shoe against the floor marking the dragging seconds. Two teenagers, weighed down by oversized shopping bags, exchanged exaggerated eye-rolls and muttered under their breath about the endless delay. It was a collective will for the line to finally move. ##

The problem was an elderly lady at the front, chatting happily to the salesgirl. “This sweater is for my granddaughter, a future teacher,” she explained, proceeding to share family details. On and on she talked, slowly counting her change, unaware of the frustrated line behind her. When she finally zipped her purse shut and picked up her parcel, the clerk signaled to the next man. ##

“Thank you, dearie,” said the lady as she started to move slowly away, checking the contents of her shopping bag. She was almost to the end of the counter when suddenly she turned back. “Oops! Excuse me.” she cried, holding up a piece of paper. A ripple of visible impatience ran through the crowd. ##

“What’s this for?” she asked. ##

“It’s a discount coupon that will give you 15 percent off your next purchase here at the store, from now until the end of January,” replied the weary salesgirl. ##

“Well, thank you, but I won’t be needing this,” she beamed. “Here, you can use it right now!” she said, handing it to the man next in line. The man’s eyes widened, and he mumbled a word of thanks as she walked slowly to the door. ##

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Paragraph 1: As the man stepped up to the counter, an amazing thing happened.
Paragraph 2: This chain reaction of kindness completely transformed the atmosphere in the store. ##

34. 26年2月苏州高三期末考

Many years ago, I was sitting in my dear friend Sara’s beautifully wallpapered living room. We were discussing my painstaking effort to successfully hang wallpaper in several rooms at my house. ##

“I can’t get the seams (接缝) to match,” I said. “It’s not straight at the ceiling and it just isn’t nearly as pretty as yours. What am I doing wrong? How did you get yours to look so much better than mine?” ##

Sara sat quietly listening to all my problems. I noticed a small smile on her lips and wondered if she was, perhaps, laughing a bit at me. I wound down my complaining and gave her a chance to respond. ##

“Donna,” she comforted. “It’s all an illusion (错觉). The details don’t matter. Look at my seams; they aren’t perfect either. There is a tear over in the corner, did you notice that?” ##

I slowly shook my head as I looked more closely at the previously unnoticed imperfections of her living room walls. She continued, “You walk into my house and see the illusion of a beautiful room. You don’t notice all the imperfections. You did your wallpaper yourself so you know every spot that isn’t exactly right. No one else will see the mistakes, just like you didn’t see mine.” As I left her house that day, I knew that she was right and looked less critically at my rooms upon arriving home. ##

Life went on and I almost forgot the discussion. Time passed and one of my daughters decided to have her wedding in my backyard. I had worked for years to make my yard into a beautiful garden, trying new types of plants. With the help of my husband and sons, we had dug a small pond and planted new trees. It was a shelter where birds nested and frogs rested. I had dreamed that one day one of my children would choose it for a wedding. That day had come and I enthusiastically began planting pale yellow flowers to match my daughter’s chosen colors. ##

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Paragraph 1: Things were going wonderfully, and then a heavy rain struck.
Paragraph 2: The wedding day came as planned. ##

35. 25年4月高二浙江六校

On a scorching summer afternoon, the Johnson family gathered at the old farmhouse for Grandma’s birthday celebration. Tommy and his younger sister Lily, played hide-and-seek and chased each other around an old oak tree in the front yard, its gnarled (多节的) roots creating perfect hiding spots while its massive branches providing shade in this hot weather. The yard smelled of fresh grass and the roses, carefully tended by Grandma, emitted a faint fragrance.

Near dusk, the sky, previously brilliant blue, began to darken ominously (不祥的). Inside, the whole family chatted happily over dinner while sharing Grandma Johnson’s delicious apple pies as well as her tales of resilience (恢复力) in the face of adversity (逆境), the air filled with laughter. But as the first rumbles of thunder echoed in the distance, a silence fell over the room.

Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap shook the very foundations of the house. Soon rain began to pour down in torrents, as if the heavens themselves had opened up, and the power went out with a lightning, throwing the room into darkness. “This is no ordinary storm,” Grandpa muttered in a low and solemn (严肃的) tone, staring out of the window.

With the night approaching, the storm showed no mercy. The wind roared with such intensity that the family could feel the house shaking under the attack. Tommy’s younger sister, Lily, held on to her stuffed bunny to her chest, her eyes wide with fear as she buried her face in her mother’s shoulder. Her mother wrapped her arms around Lily, rocking her gently back and forth in an attempt to comfort her. The wind howling like a wounded beast outside, Grandma took Tommy’s trembling hand in hers, her voice steady and reassuring as she spoke. “Remember, dear, storms don’t last forever.” Her words became a lifeline for the frightened children.

Then, a thunderous crash echoed through the backyard. “The old oak tree!” Tommy gasped. Grandpa sprang to his feet, determined to assess the damage despite the raging weather. Grandma grabbed his arm, her grip firm. “Wait, let me come with you. We’ll face it together.” ##

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Paragraph 1: Upon opening the door, they were greatly shocked at the scene unfolding before them.
Paragraph 2: The family nodded, their hearts swelling with resolve to do something the next day. ##

36. 25年6月南通高二下学期期末考

The Broken Skateboard Wheel

Jack loved skateboarding more than anything. Every afternoon after school, he practiced tricks at the local skatepark. One day, his own board had a crack (裂缝) in it, so he asked his best friend Amanda if he could borrow hers.

“Can I use your skateboard today?” Jack asked during lunch break. “Mine’s broken.”

Amanda hesitated. “Okay, but be careful. I need it back by 5pm.”

“I promise!” Jack said happily.

That afternoon, Jack was attempting to jump over a low wooden fence at the park when disaster struck. As he lifted the board to clear the fence, the front wheels caught the edge. Jack fell hard on his side, and worse — when he picked up the board, he saw one wheel had completely come off.

Jack’s stomach dropped. Amanda would be angry. He quickly gathered all the pieces and texted Melissa, his most sensible friend, to meet him at the park bench. Melissa arrived ten minutes later, her eyebrows shooting up when she saw the damage. “Wow, you really messed up Amanda’s board.”

“I know!” Jack groaned. “What should I do?”

“Tell her immediately,” Melissa advised. “The longer you wait, the angrier she’ll be.”

With shaking hands, Jack called Amanda. When he explained what happened, there was a long silence before Amanda spoke in a tight voice: “That’s my little brother’s skateboard. He has his first competition next Saturday!”

Jack felt terrible. Amanda’s 12-year-old brother Tim had been practicing for months, dreaming of holding that first-place trophy (奖杯). This competition meant everything to him. After another pause, Amanda sighed. “It’s okay, accidents will happen. We’ll figure it out together.” Her voice softened, easing Jack’s guilt a little.

“I’ll fix it,” Jack promised. “I just…don’t have money for a new one.” ##

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Paragraph 1: After school, Jack and Amanda searched online and found a small repair shop across town.
Paragraph 2: On competition day, Jack nervously watched Tim compete. ##

37. 25年6月厦门高二下学期期末考

It was a rainy Tuesday. I stood at the bus stop, annoyed at myself for forgetting my umbrella. Just then, Maya — a quiet newcomer from our class — stepped under the small shelter. I’d always wanted to talk to her, but she seemed shy, often drawing in her notebook during class.

“Hi,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Rain’s bad, right?”

She looked a bit surprised, “Yeah, really bad.”

The bus stop was tiny, and the rain was pouring sideways, making our skirts wet. I checked and found the bus was late. When I told Maya the bad news, she glanced at her watch, “If I miss this one, I might not make it home.” Hesitating for a while, she suggested, “We should wait in the store over there. Want to share my umbrella?” I nodded. She smiled and opened her purple umbrella. There were patches (补丁) on it as if someone had fixed it many times. “Sorry, it’s old,” she said. “My grandma gave it to me and purple was her favorite.” “It looks cool,” I replied. We leaned under the umbrella together. Suddenly it flipped (迅速翻转) inside out in the wind and we burst out laughing.

When we reached the store, Maya shook off the umbrella and set it onto the stand by the door. Then she walked over, bought two hot chocolates, and handed me one. “My treat,” she said, wiping rain from her face. “For surviving the umbrella drama.”

We sat by the window, enjoying drinks and watching the rain. After a pause, I decided to break the silence and asked why she was always drawing in her notebook during class. Her eyes lit up and she pulled it from her bag. “Want to see?” She flipped through a few pages, showing me her pictures inspired by small special things. “You make boring stuff magical,” I said admiringly. She laughed, and for a moment, it felt like we’d known each other longer than just one rainy afternoon.

The rain stopped. A distant honk (喇叭声) made us look up. “The bus!” I shouted. We grabbed our things and ran like crazy. ##

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Paragraph 1: The moment we took seats, Maya whispered, “Wait … where’s my umbrella?”
Paragraph 2: The next day, I walked into the classroom and handed the umbrella to Maya. ##

38. 25年6月台州高二下学期期末考试

Lena’s father had always been a man of few words. Since her mother passed away five years ago, he had shouldered the responsibility of raising her alone, working double shifts (班次) as a taxi driver to support his family. Their small apartment was always filled with an unspoken tension — the kind that comes from two people living together but never truly connecting, except that, each night, he’d leave a glass of warm milk on her desk with his usual “Don’t stay up too late.”

One Saturday, while cleaning the store room, Lena came across an old shoebox. Driven by curiosity, she took it out and couldn’t wait to find out what was inside. When she opened it, a scent of old paper greeted her. Inside were many black-and-white photos from before she was born. One photo caught her eye — her young father kneeling in a sunny field, smiling happily as he took pictures with a camera. He looked so different from the tired man she knew now.

That evening, as they sat across from each other at their usual silent dinner, Lena gathered her courage. “Dad,” she began hesitantly, “I found some old photos today…” Her father’s fork froze mid-air. He quickly looked at her, then away. “That was a lifetime ago,” he murmured, pushing his food around his plate. After a brief silence, he added quietly, “Had to sell that camera when you started middle school.” The way his voice cracked on the last word made Lena’s heart ache.

The next day, she searched online and found Thompson’s Vintage Camera Shop — a family-owned store just three blocks from her school. Mr. Thompson, a kind-eyed man in his sixties, had a similar camera her father once owned. When she explained her situation, his face softened. “How about this?” he said, “You help me around the shop after school for a month, and the camera is yours.” ##

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Paragraph 1: For a month, Lena raced between school, homework, and the camera shop.
Paragraph 2: On Father’s Day, Lena woke up early to prepare her surprise. ##

39. 25年6月浙江宁波九校高二下学期期末考

In art class, my friend Mariana and I had explored various creative techniques throughout the semester. We made clay pots, shoebox collages (拼贴画), pencil drawings, and even paintings using only small dots of paint. Each project helped us develop our artistic skills in different ways.

For our final assignment, Ms. Williams handed out special art kits. “You’ll each paint a portrait of someone important to you,” she explained. The kits contained small canvases, sets of vibrant paints, and two foam brushes (海绵刷). “Feel free to express yourself in any style you choose,” she added with an encouraging smile.

Mariana and I exchanged a knowing wink and immediately knew what we wanted to paint. As we packed our kits after class, we could barely contain our excitement. “I’m going to paint you in Leonardo da Vinci’s style,” I told Mariana as we walked to her house. She immediately struck a dramatic pose, crossing her arms and flashing an exaggerated Mona Lisa smile. “Call it Mariana Lisa,” she joked, making me laugh.

Our artistic planning was interrupted when our friend Jasmine came cycling toward us, her face glowing with excitement. “You have to come meet Ginger!” she called out. “My family just got the most adorable golden retriever puppy!”

At Jasmine’s house, we were greeted by a ball of golden energy. Ginger bounded around us, her fluffy tail wagging nonstop as she chased tennis balls across the yard. We kept playing with her until she was completely worn out, curling up in a sunny spot for a nap.

“Whenever she’s not running around or chewing whatever she can get her paws on, she’s sound asleep in dreamland,” said Jasmine. She led the way to the kitchen. “Do you have time for a snack?” “Sure!” we said.

After we munched (用力咀嚼) on some yummy snacks at the kitchen table, Mariana and I stood up to leave. But when we went to pick up our art bags by the front door, we found a big surprise! ##

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Paragraph 1: Mariana pointed to the bags, “Something tells me Ginger might not have been sleeping this whole time!”.
Paragraph 2: We ended up having a great time making our portraits. ##

40. 25年6月烟台高二下学期期末考

Every Christmas, Dale Marks and his wife Julie put up a massive Christmas light display at Star Square in the neighborhood to raise money for the Food Bank of Iowa. It usually took the couple a week to prepare, but they were happy to do it despite the trouble. Watching the light display during Christmas had become a neighborhood tradition.

People admired the couple’s selfless acts. Every year they visited the light display and contributed to the food bank willingly. In 2023, Dale and Julie made over 28,000 meals in cash for the food bank, which was really an amazing achievement.

As everyone was looking forward to the 2024 light display, something unexpected occurred. Dale suddenly passed out and was rushed to the hospital. Having ignored mild chest discomfort for days, he was unaware a viral infection had led to severe myocarditis (心肌炎). After careful physical examination, he was told to stay in hospital for a month-long treatment. That meant that he was unable to set up or organize this year’s light display as his doctor strictly prohibited physical labor until full recovery.

There were only three days left before the Christmas light display. However, the couple could do nothing since Julie had to take care of Dale in the hospital. Still determined to carry on the Christmas light tradition to feed the hungry, they felt anxious. Then an idea struck Dale that they could find someone else to help do that. Soon, the notice was put up on the noticeboard in the community.

The news that Dale had a serious disease and couldn’t hold the Christmas light display this year spread quickly. Concerned about him, many neighbors came to the hospital to see Dale. Among them were his neighbor Mr. Music and his son Jack, a high school student. They had been coming to donate money every year and even helped with the light display. ##

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Paragraph 1: “Dale, don’t worry about the light display,” Mr. Music comforted.
Paragraph 2: On Christmas night, Dale was wheeled to Star Square. ##

41. 25年7月高二下潍坊期末阶段性调研监测

At nine years old, Charlotte went through more than the usual amount of excitement and change for a girl. In the past few months, her stable life had been turned upside down when her father was laid off from his job. This brought about a series of events, including her parents losing their beautiful Victorian home and forcing their family into a fifteen-foot trailer (拖车) they had previously only used for weekend camping trips.

Life in the trailer was tough, yet it was filled with warmth. Though her family possessed little, their door was never closed to those who had even less. Never will she forget the first time they squeezed onto the tiny couch (长沙发) together, which doubled as her parents’ bed at night. One evening, as her mother was checking the last food they had, her voice trembled, “We don’t have enough food to last the week.” Hearing this, Charlotte was seized by a feeling of sadness, like a huge stone settled in her heart.

Moments later, her mother rose to prepare the modest chicken dinner. Charlotte wandered outside where her dad was working on their broken-down truck. Just then, a middle-aged man with dirty clothes emerged from a winding path. Coming right up to them, the man whispered in hesitation with a mix of shame and hope, “I… I am a hiker and have got lost. I’m hungry and wondering if you have any food to spare.”

Charlotte’s heart tightened, countless thoughts racing in her mind. They barely had enough for themselves. The chicken for dinner wouldn’t even fill three plates. “But the man seems to be in greater need of food than we do,” she thought to herself. ##

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Paragraph 1: “Of course!” The words escaped Charlotte before she even realized it.
Paragraph 2: Days later, the hiker returned with a big bag. ##

42. 25年8月七彩阳光英语高三英语试题

King Louis is a regal (似帝王的) cat, hence the name. We adopted Louis two years ago after he wandered into our house through the doggy door. We had a twelve-year-old dog named Sammy. He didn’t appreciate it when Louis lay on his bed and said so. But King Louis was unimpressed with Sammy’s protests and gave him a dismissive look. And that was that.

Upon adopting our family, Louis made it clear that his principal bed fellow and confidant (知己) was to be Ayla, our daughter. They became inseparable. Besides sleeping with Ayla, Louis sat on her lap when she was eating dinner, watching TV, or doing her homework. He even insisted on riding in the car when she was being dropped off at school.

But then something happened.

As graduation from high school approached, congratulatory cards from friends and family poured in for Ayla, most of which contained money, primarily in twenty-dollar bills. Since Louis has a bad habit of eating things not intended for that purpose, he viewed the money as a treat meant for him. And he ate the twenty-dollar bills that Ayla left in a basket on the floor of her bedroom. About $200 worth.

For his part, King Louis didn’t recognize the severity of what he had done and expected things to continue the way they had always been. But Ayla, who was so mad at Louis, did not share this view. From that decisive moment on, King Louis was banned from Ayla’s bedroom, her lap, and the car rides to school. King Louis couldn’t understand and sorrowful meows filled our home.

And then, after three days, something strange happened. King Louis was playing in the backyard as usual but didn’t come back inside around noon. I became concerned and went searching for him. Nothing. Nowhere. Then my phone rang. It was Principal Leonard in Ayla’s school. He said there was a little situation in the school. I was there in minutes, and followed the principal to his office. ##

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Paragraph 1: I was astonished and relieved by what I saw.
Paragraph 2: When we returned home, Ayla apologized to Louis for ignoring him. ##

43. 25年8月广东六校第一次联考

A Lunchbox Stitched with Love

Michael had watched it all unfold. For twelve long months, the silence between his father Jack and uncle Sam hung heavier than the winter fog clinging to their small town. It started with their late (已故的) father’s old workbench (工作台) — hand-carved by their grandfather, a piece they’d both cherished. When their dad passed away, Uncle Sam took it to restore, but his father Jack thought he’d taken it for himself forever. “You always got first pick,” Jack snapped; Sam shot back, “At least I’m not letting it rot.” Doors slammed, and they’d not spoken since.

Jack, once a man who laughed so loud that the neighbors knocked to complain, now moved like a ghost: mornings without the clatter (哐啷声) of his favorite coffee mug, evenings staring at the unlit fireplace in dead silence.

One afternoon, Michael found his dad on the porch (门廊), staring at a photo — Jack and Sam, arms slung over each other’s shoulders at the workbench, both grinning wide. “Why don’t you call him?” Michael asked. Jack’s jaw tightened. “Some things can’t be fixed, kiddo.” But Michael shook his head. He’d watched his mom mend his favorite sweater with a needle and thread, turning a hole into something stitched with care. Michael also noticed that Aunt Clara, Uncle Sam’s wife, still called Mom, asking gently how his dad was doing. Maybe broken things just needed the right hands to fix them.

That night, Michael slid a list of Uncle Sam’s favorite foods into his pocket — the ones Dad had always bought at the market on weekends, the two of them laughing over plates together. By morning, Michael had come up with a plan: something sweet might fix. With his allowance, he set out to fill his dad’s old lunchbox with what was on the list. Michael hit the market: Mrs. Hernandez’s warm meat pies; Mr. Patel’s spicy mango sauce and buttery cookies. Although his shirt was stained with jam, and his shoes were coated in dirt, Michael grinned, seeing the lunchbox was full. ##

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Paragraph 1: When Michael finally stood on Uncle Sam’s porch, his heart pounded like a drum.
Paragraph 2: A few minutes after Aunt Clara’s phone call, the front doorbell rang again. ##

44. 25年8月强基联盟高三英语试题

Michael loved playing Legend of Starfell on his computer. Every day, he eagerly logged in, diving into the vibrant world of the game. He quickly became the expert among his friends, showing them the hidden tools and tricks he had discovered. Their game group chat always buzzed with excitement.

However, one day while playing online, his enthusiasm turned into frustration. As he instructed his friends on what to do, he shouted at them when they made mistakes.

“Michael, stop yelling,” his friend Mark said over the headset, sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, I’m just trying to have fun here,” Jay added. Michael felt a wave of frustration wash over him. The joy of the game was slipping away, drowned out by the constant noise of his friends.

After that incident, Michael decided to play on his own. He thought it would be better to focus without them. Often, he was deep into a game when his friends wanted to start a new one. Ignoring their messages, he continued his solo adventures.

As summer vacation began, Michael spent entire days lost in Legend of Starfell. The game’s colorful landscapes and exciting quests pulled him in completely. Meanwhile, his friends made plans to hang out, but he chose to stay home and play games instead, thinking he was having more fun.

By the end of summer, Michael’s progress had slowed. Even though he was ranked high, he couldn’t reach the “elite pro” level, and the game started to feel dull. The chat, once lively, had gone silent for weeks. His friends had stopped calling him, and when he tried to reach out, they were often busy or uninterested.

As summer came to an end, Michael felt a deep sense of loneliness. He realized he had spent so much time gaming that he had nothing except tired eyes and a heavy heart.

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Paragraph 1: Feeling empty, he knew it was time for a change.

Paragraph 2: The game group chat lit up with their voices again.

45. 25年8月浙江A9协作体高三英语试题

Last year, my 9-year-old son Leopold and I decided to have a “Yes Day” during our ski trip to Keystone, Colorado. Leopold is a picky eater — he lives on chicken nuggets and yogurt — and can be hesitant to try new things. According to him, it’s because he has phobias (恐惧症), including heights, spiders and the dark. I thought this would be a fun way to encourage him. We agreed to say “yes” to everything, including food and experiences, especially new ones.

We started saying yes before we even boarded our flight. At a breakfast buffet at the airport, I sampled a vegan meatball, while Leopold tried a mouse bite of hash browns he said looked “funny.” Neither of us loved it, but we both agreed it wasn’t bad.

The next day, after we checked in at our hotel, I took Leopold to meet his snowboarding instructor. He had taken lessons back home, but this was his first time on a mountain of this size. I hoped he would make the most of this opportunity.

I skied by myself. I first played it safe and stuck to the long and winding easy green run. Then, I challenged myself to ski a more difficult blue run and was proud of myself for trying something new. Leopold had kept to our bargain and faced his fear of heights to learn how to ride a ropeway.

Later that day, when we were reunited, he asked if we could go in the outdoor hot tub. Mind you, it was a 20-degree day, and the only thing I hate is being cold and wet! When I hesitated, Leopold reminded me of our agreement. Yes, it was cold, and yes, I was wet. But it was also exciting to feel the cold air on my skin, and the warm water of the hot tub felt that much better once we got in. Getting out was a different story, but the experience was a delight as Leopold and I braved it together.

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Paragraph 1: On our last night of the trip, we sat around the campfire.

Paragraph 2: As we drove home, we reflected on all the amazing things we had done.

46. 25年8月浙江名校协作体高二英语试题

The blank canvas (画布) stared back at me, its whiteness scarier than any exam I’d ever taken. My fingers trembled as I held the paintbrush. “Remember, class,” Mrs. Larson’s voice echoed in my mind, “your final project should reflect your personal journey this semester.” I swallowed hard. Three months ago, I wouldn’t have dared to set foot in this room. Art had always been Mia’s territory (领地) — my best friend since third grade who could make magic happen with just a pencil and paper.

It all started on that rainy September afternoon in the library when I was drawing on my math notebook. Mia had picked it up before I could stop her. “Amazing, Lily!” she said, her green eyes wide with genuine excitement. “The way you play with negative space (留白)… you have to join art club!”

Now, as I looked at the pile of failed attempts beside me — a sunset that looked like a traffic light. I wondered if I’d made a terrible mistake. The Spring Art Exhibition was just two days away, and my confidence was fading faster than the cheap watercolors on my practice sheets. A soft knock stopped my thoughts. Mia popped her head in. “Still here?” She slid into the seat beside me, eyeing my latest failure. “You’re overthinking it,” she said gently. “Art isn’t about perfection. It’s about…”

“Expression, I know,” I finished for her, sighing. But how could I express what I didn’t even understand myself? The bell rang, signaling the end of after-school hours. Mia hesitated at the door. “Just… try painting how you feel, not what you see.” As her footsteps faded down the hallway, I turned back to the blank canvas. For the first time, I noticed how the afternoon sun streaming through the windows made the white surface shine like fresh snow. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the black paint.

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Paragraph 1: The clock struck midnight as I finally stepped back from the painting stand.

Paragraph 2: Two days later, I was surprised to see so many people gathering around my work at the exhibition.

47. 25年8月湖北腾云联盟高三上学期开学考

The smell of roasted chicken filled the kitchen as we gathered for our usual Friday dinner. Having swallowed a big mouthful of chicken, I took a deep breath and began, “Could I invite some friends over tomorrow? Just for the afternoon?”

My parents exchanged a glance, then nodded readily. But beside me, my younger sister, Lily, froze. Her wide eyes locked onto mine. “But… what about Miracle? She’ll be terrified, Ethan.”

Miracle was a cat Lily rescued on a rainy day last winter. True to her name, the cat had survived. Yet, it remained a creature of profound shyness: Loud voices sent her trembling under beds; sudden movements made her jump. She wasn’t just a pet; she was a fragile soul Lily fiercely protected.

“I promise, Lily,” I insisted, leaning forward, meeting her worried gaze (凝视). “We’ll stay in the living room. No loud music, no shouting games. I’ll keep the back door shut tight, and I’ll warn everyone to be quiet. Miracle won’t even know they’re here.” I saw the conflict in her eyes — her desire to be supportive warring with her deep concern for the poor cat. After a tense silence, she finally gave a small, reluctant nod.

Saturday arrived with sunshine and laughter as my friends piled in. True to my word, I guided them straight to the living room, reminding them firmly about Miracle’s sensitivity. Initially, we chatted, played cards quietly. Glancing around, I spotted Miracle sliding silently down the hallway towards Lily’s room. Good, she’s keeping her distance, I thought, relieved.

As the afternoon wore on, however, the initial caution disappeared. A competitive board game led to enthusiastic cheers and laughter. Lost in the sheer fun of being with my friends, I forgot everything — the promise, the fragile creature.

After friends departed with cheerful goodbyes, I began tidying empty glasses, still lost in the happy scenes when Lily burst through the front door into her room. Then came her scream, “Ethan. Miracle is gone.”

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Paragraph 1: A cold wave of fear rushed through me.

Paragraph 2: Luckily, we finally found Miracle in the backyard.

48. 25年8月福州第一次调研英语试题

An Unexpected Angel

In the extreme heat, I watched an elderly woman struggle with bags of groceries. Slowing down, I opened the window and called out, “Need a ride?” I helped her into the passenger seat, and we were off.

She directed me to go farther south. Suddenly, I realized we were on the “wrong side of town”. It was starting to get dark, and I began to feel uneasy. We continued down unfamiliar streets until she finally pointed to an old apartment building. The street was dirty and the air was smelly. Several young men gathered around the entrance. They appeared threatening. Some were on motorcycles, and one boy with bushy, long hair was staring at me intently (目不转睛地)—too intently—and smiling.

I was getting more and more uncomfortable. I stopped the car. A couple of the guys helped with the groceries. The old lady thanked me, and I drove away as fast as I could.

I was driving when I was interrupted by a motorcycle behind me. It was that boy who kept smiling at me with a strange look! In a panic, I slowed down, hoping he would pass me. But he continued to drive at the same speed as me. I realized he was waving for me to stop.

No way was I going to stop for a stranger on an unfamiliar street. I tried to speed away, but it didn’t stop him. He raced after me again. Getting increasingly anxious, I reached down in the passenger seat to get my cell phone. I had to call 911.

With my eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other hand searching on the seat next to me, I found a phone. But it wasn’t mine. “Oh no, the lady took my phone by mistake!” Meanwhile, the guy on the bike stayed close to me.

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Paragraph 1: I saw the boy waving something.

Paragraph 2: I felt guilty and wanted to reward the boy.

49. 25年8月福建名校联盟第一次联考

The last lesson of the day was PE class. Mary was skipping rope on the playground, surrounded by several classmates watching her. It was her best sport. The rope spun (旋转) quickly as she jumped. When time was up, the counter showed 201 skips. Smiling, Mary flashed a victory sign to the crowd. Just then, the school bell rang—class was over. Mary packed up her skipping rope. It was time to give her answer to Ms. White.

That morning, Ms. White had asked her if she would be willing to take charge of the class bulletin board (校报) for the upcoming competition. The student who usually handled it, Lily, was out sick, and someone needed to step in. Mary was shocked that Ms. White had chosen her. She responded nervously, insisting that her handwriting was terrible. But Ms. White reassured her, saying she believed in her ability and encouraged her to think it over and let her know her decision after school.

Now, walking toward the teachers’ office, Mary felt nervous. The thought of her messy handwriting being put up on the wall for everyone to see made her stomach turn. She had already made up her mind to say no. With that decision in mind, she quickened her pace and ran across the sports ground.

Mary was about to pass the sandpit (沙坑) when someone nearby caught her attention. It was Tom from a different class. In her mind, Tom had never been good at long jump—but he was practicing it. Curious, she went over to ask what he was doing. Tom explained that no one else had signed up for the long jump event, and without a participant, their class wouldn’t get any points in the school sports meeting. So when the headteacher asked if anyone would give it a try, he volunteered. Mary reminded him that he wasn’t good at it, but Tom simply said that he knew that—and that it wasn’t about being the best, but about trying and doing his part for the class. Then he went back to practicing. What a similar issue they both faced!

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Paragraph 1: Mary stood there, watching Tom practicing patiently and hard.

Paragraph 2: With determination, Mary stepped into the teachers’ office.

50. 25年9月南昌高三上学期开学考

For years, my family hadn’t had a proper vacation, our lives consumed by busy schedules. This year, I was determined to plan a perfect getaway. My research led me to The Manor, a grand, historic hotel. As I studied a local tourist brochure, I saw it listed the hotel’s main attractions—an award-winning restaurant and a grand lighthouse. Simple activities like walking coastal paths and searching for unique sea glass were also mentioned. For this special vacation, I focused only on what I considered the best experiences. A simple walk on the beach? We could do that anywhere. I wanted the lighthouse climb and the luxury of a fancy dinner.

Just before we left, my father gave me a hug. “Remember,” he said softly, “we can’t control the circumstances, but we can always choose our attitude.” I thought of how he always managed to turn rainy days into opportunities for simple games, finding joy no matter what. I smiled, but confident in my mind that our trip would be so perfect that we would never need his wisdom.

Unfortunately, our journey began with an unexpected storm. A steady, cold rain poured down so heavily that we could barely see the landscape outside our car. Arriving at the hotel, our hopes for an afternoon swim were greeted by a sign on the locked pool door: “Closed for Renovation (翻修)”. Our next thought, a drink at the hotel bar, was met with another sign: “Closed on Mondays”. Defeated, we went to bed early, pinning all our remaining hopes on visiting the lighthouse the next morning.

The following day, the sky was still gray and cold, but at least the rain had softened. We drove to the lighthouse, our spirits lifting as we saw the grand structure rising before us. From the parking lot, we could see a small, unmarked path winding through the tall grass into the distance, but our focus was entirely on the lighthouse. “The view from the top will be amazing!” I shouted. I ran from the car to the gate, ready to start the climb. My heart sank as I read the large, metal sign posted there: CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS.

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Paragraph 1: I turned and looked at my husband in disbelief.

Paragraph 2: The path led to a silent beach.

51. 25年9月嘉兴基测英语

May had just finished gluing two eyes onto her new craft (手工艺品) when Mom walked into her room. “Wow, an impressive Chinese dragon! Will that be keeping you company tomorrow?” Mom asked with a smile. May’s stomach tightened. Tomorrow was her first day at a new school. Her family had just moved from China to this new country over the summer.

Seeing the worry on May’s face, Mom added, “New-school nerves, right? I bet you’ll make all kinds of friends just by being you.” She kissed the top of May’s head before leaving the room. As May packed her backpack, she thought about Mom’s words. She hoped Mom was right.

The next morning, she decided to bring Longlong, her handmade Chinese dragon, to school. Throughout the morning, it helped to know Longlong was nearby. May found the courage to get through hellos and small talks without turning bright red.

Everything was going fine—until she checked her bag after the break. Longlong was missing! Her confidence disappeared. And now it was lunchtime. How could she face a room full of kids she didn’t know? As her class lined up outside the lunchroom, May busied herself by reading the posters on the wall. One caught her eye:

Want to Join an After School Club?

Sign up by Friday!

Chess, Math, Cooking, Drama, Kickball…

See Mrs. Miller in Room 301, Teaching Building B with New Ideas!

Mom had told May clubs could be a way to make friends with kids who shared her interests. But none of these clubs seemed quite right.

Just then, a voice called, “Hey, you! In the red shirt!” May turned. A girl walked up and handed her Longlong, saying it had fallen from her backpack. She introduced herself as Olivia, a student from Mrs. Miller’s class. May thanked her and felt braver as she held Longlong again. When Olivia learned that May had made it herself, she said she also liked crafts and asked if May could teach her.

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Paragraph 1: “Sure! Want to meet here after school?” May asked.

Paragraph 2: May got a new idea and she decided to have a talk with Mrs. Miller.

52. 25年9月安徽6校英语试卷

On a sweltering (闷热的) August day in Savannah, Georgia, I was completely unaware that a life-changing moment was about to occur. After I loaded fresh peaches into my car and was about to leave the lively farmers’ market, my car decided to play a cruel joke on me—it refused to start.

I had no choice but to have my car towed (拖车) to a garage nearby. Standing there, the intense heat beating down on me, I felt a lump forming in my throat. Just then, an elderly woman with a warm smile approached me. “Car trouble, too?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. I nodded, frustration evident in my expression. “I have no idea what’s wrong. It was working fine earlier.”

What began as a simple exchange soon turned into a sincere conversation. She listened attentively as I complained about my car, and then we found ourselves chatting comfortably. We shared stories about my travels, her cozy hometown, her husband’s recent fishing hobby, and my parents’ plans for a beach vacation.

“Your car is all set, ma’am,” the mechanic called out to the woman. She thanked him with a gracious smile and turned to me. As she was about to walk away, she paused, as if in deep thought. “I need to tell you something,” she said, her tone serious. “My daughter passed away a couple of years ago. Even now, small things can set me off. But every so often, I meet someone who reminds me of her, and today, you did. I believe that maybe it’s a sign, that she’s still with me in some way. Talking to you has been a real pleasure.” She smiled, her eyes glistening. “When you get home, give your parents a big hug. They’re lucky to have you.”

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Paragraph 1: I felt tears of my own welling up in my eyes.

Paragraph 2: A few hours later, I pulled into the driveway at my parents’ house.

53. 25年9月武汉调考英语试题

It was a typical busy noon at the downtown fast-food spot. The smell of sizzling patties and crispy fries lingered (弥漫) in the air, and the place was packed with folks rushing to grab a quick meal. I’d just gotten off a long morning at work, and my stomach was empty as I finally reached the front of the line and got my order — a burger, fries, and a cold drink.

As I set the tray (托盘) down on a small table by the window, I glanced over and saw two firefighters in the corner. Their uniforms were heavy with faint spots, like they’d just stepped away from a smoky scene, and their boots still held a hint of damp from the morning dew. They stood in the back of the line, shoulders relaxed but eyes tired.

I was just about to pick up my burger—the cheese melted perfectly—when a loud, sharp siren (警报) cut through the noise of the restaurant. The two firefighters froze for half a second, and then moved. No hesitation, no exchange of words—just muscle memory. One grabbed his helmet off the nearby counter, the other adjusted his radio on his shoulder, and they turned toward the door, their steps quickening. I watched them go, and my fork paused mid-air.

My empty stomach served as a quiet reminder of how long I’d waited for this meal. I’d stood in that line for 15 minutes, my feet aching from the morning’s work. Giving them my lunch meant I would have to wait again—maybe another line, maybe my break slipping away faster. I bit my lip, staring at the tray. Then I thought of their uniforms, the spots, the way they’d act upon hearing the siren like it was a call they couldn’t ignore. They didn’t get to pause for a meal when emergencies hit. They’d probably go hours without eating, running from one call to the next.

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Paragraph 1: My hesitation melted away.

Paragraph 2: I went back to the counter, only to find the manager was waiting for me.

54. 25年9月泉州一检英语

“Good morning, Miss Bolz.” A friendly man in his early twenties greeted me as he placed my breakfast on the table next to my bed. I struggled to sit up, but after being hospitalized several days for severe breathing difficulties, I was still very weak.

Now, I was in a nursing home, and I hated staying here. The two elderly women who were sharing my room kept me up every night with low, painful sounds and screams. My nerves were shot, and I felt really tired from not sleeping.

Fortunately, there was one positive part about my stay at the nursing home: The food was good. Since I needed to be on medications that had a side effect of stimulating my appetite, I was thankful to have three tasty meals each day.

“You gave me oatmeal (燕麦粥) again. Thanks for remembering that it’s my favorite breakfast!” I told the young man who had brought my breakfast. “Well, uh, thanks,” he replied, looking surprised. “Actually, we cook oatmeal for all the patients every morning, but nobody has ever told me before that they like it. Everyone on the kitchen staff works very hard to prepare the meals, so it’s nice to hear praise for a change. Usually, the patients are complaining about the food.”

While the young man delivered breakfasts to the two other women in the room, I wondered what I could do to encourage him and his coworkers. Reaching for a pen on my nightstand, I quickly wrote a nice note about the food on the back of the breakfast menu and waved it in the air. “Is that for me?” the man asked with a laugh. He read my note and smiled widely. Then he promised to show my comments to everyone in the kitchen before hurrying away to deliver more breakfasts.

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Paragraph 1: As I watched him walk down the hallway, an idea came to me.

Paragraph 2: Upon my departure, the man thanked me for my meal notes for all staff.

55. 25年9月济南高三开学考

Fourteen-year-old Nathan ran a small stand selling colorful phone cases at the annual community Summer Carnival (嘉年华). While younger kids crowded around other attractions, he focused on his modest business. His real ambition, lay beyond this: he dreamed of owning a 3D printer. With it, he could design and create unique phone cases himself, transforming his small summer job into a proper online business.

One afternoon, a 10-year-old girl named Michele stopped by and bought one phone case for her mom. As they talked, Nathan shared his dream of having a 3D printer. “With that printer, I can print anything in any form,” Nathan said. “Anything in any form?” Michele’s eyes lit up with sudden excitement. “Once you get it, could you please make a leg for my pet duck Tim? Because he was missing one,” Michele said hopefully. “That’s a cool project,” Nathan replied. He thought for a minute. “I’ll make him one, but it won’t be ready now. I have to save up some of the money myself to buy the 3D printer.” “How lucky Tim is! You are so kind!” Michele said happily, unable to contain her excitement.

Before leaving, Michele exchanged phone numbers with Nathan. They discovered that they lived in the same neighborhood, which meant Nathan could easily get close to the duck and measure the size of its leg in person to ensure that a suitable prosthetic (假体的) leg could be made. He promised to reach out as soon as he could afford a printer.

That evening, Nathan told his family about Michele and his promise. His parents praised his kindness and initiative. They agreed to offer some financial support to buy the printer but also emphasized the importance of his own effort. “We’re proud you’re earning this yourself, Nathan,” his father said. “Saving your share shows real commitment.” Nathan nodded firmly, feeling more determined than ever.

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Paragraph 1: Nathan worked very hard for the 3D printer.

Paragraph 2: However, creating the leg model was not easy.

56. 25年9月浙南名校联盟高二上学期开学考

Thanksgiving Day was just around the corner, and as a first-grade teacher. I was excited to give my class a heartfelt assignment (作业): draw a picture of something they were grateful for. I expected to see drawings of turkeys and pumpkin pies, symbols of the holiday they might enjoy.

Most of the children did draw exactly that — scenes of feasts and family gatherings. Bright colors filled their pages, showing smiling families around dinner tables laden with food. But among this festive atmosphere, there was Lucas, a quiet and sad boy who often stayed by my side while others played at recess (大课间).

Lucas was different from the other children. His eyes, always filled with a sadness I could only guess at, seemed to carry the weight of the world. I often found him standing close to me during recess, his small hand sometimes slipping into mine as we watched the other children play. “Take my hand, Lucas, we’ll go outside,” I’d say gently, and he’d follow, his trust obvious in his grip (紧握).

When it was Lucas’s turn to share his drawing, he held up his paper, showing a big hand. Just a hand, with nothing else around it. The simplicity of it stirred the imagination of his classmates. Whose hand could it be?

One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, explaining that farmers raise turkeys and provide food. Another suggested it was the hand of a police officer, symbolizing protection and care. The discussion went on and on, each child offering a different interpretation (解读).

As the children moved on to other assignments, the image of the hand remained in my mind. I couldn’t help but feel there was something more to Lucas’s drawing, something deeper and more personal.

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Paragraph 1: I approached his desk, my heart heavy with curiosity and concern.

Paragraph 2: The next day, I made sure to stay close to Lucas, lending a hand whenever possible.

57. 25年9月浙江名校协作体高三试题

Bear was not a bear. She was a big dog on the Perkinses’ family farm, a woolly creature with floppy ears and paws like bedroom slippers. She protected the ducks and chickens from being eaten by foxes and raccoons (浣熊).

She guarded the children as well, watching over them as closely as she did the chickens and ducks. In winter the dog ran alongside the children as they sledded (滑雪橇) down snowy hills. In summer she swam with them in a nearby river.

Bear belonged to a breed (品种) that had long been used by Atlantic fishermen to help with their work, and it had a keen instinct for water rescue. When the children were in the river, the dog would swim in circles around them, barking when she felt they went out too far. She was the perfect farm dog — companion, guardian, protector.

The dog’s favorite among the three children was three-year-old little Mike. They often curled up together. Sometimes Bear would doze while Mike pretended to read to her. Often both were sound asleep, a tangle of dark fur, blond hair, small hands and huge paws. At bedtime, Mike saved his last hug for Bear, his “best friend”.

On a cold winter day, when their parents went out to send a parcel, eight-year-old Martha, seven-year-old Sara and Mike, went to slide on the frozen pond of their farm. Shouting happily, they slid back and forth, their boots gliding easily across the ice. They laughed as they watched Bear’s attempts to stop suddenly, which would instead send her skidding beyond them. Then, tired, the three sat down on the ice, with Bear beside them. Suddenly the ice gave way under their combined weight.

As Bear jumped for shore, the three children fell into the freezing cold water. Screaming, Martha and Sarah struggled to find footing on rocks underwater. Branches from a tree nearby provided handholds, and using every bit of their strength, the two girls pulled themselves to shore.

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Paragraph 1: Looking back, they saw little Mike holding on to a broken chunk (大块) of ice, unable to crawl onto it.

Paragraph 2: Seeing that, Bear let out a series of woofs and jumped into the water, heading straight for Mike.

58. 25年9月湖北名校联盟

Last weekend, our school painting club was set to host a major exhibition on Monday. As the person responsible for the event, I was busy with the preparations. The room was filled with both excitement and pressure. I was carefully placing each painting in the right place, making sure they were perfectly spaced. At the same time, I was setting up the lighting to show the details of the artworks and preparing the informational cards that would go with each piece. The clock was running, and I had a mountain of tasks to complete.

In the middle of all this, I realized that Mike, who was supposed to help with the setup, was nowhere to be found. Just as I was about to call him to check where he was, my phone rang. It was Mike. “I’m really sorry for not being there on time,” he said, his voice filled with worry. “My mom suddenly fell ill, and I have to stay with her. I’m afraid I won’t be able to help today.”

Realizing the seriousness of his situation, I asked him to take care of his mother. I understood family always came first. However, there was a lot of work to be done, and Mike’s absence left a big gap in our preparations. He was supposed to help with setting up the larger paintings and managing the guestbook. Other members of our team had their own tasks to complete. With no one else around at that moment, I was at a loss what to do. I couldn’t hide my growing frustration.

As I stood there, trying to figure out a solution, my friend John happened to walk by. Noticing the worried look on my face, he came to my side and asked if something was wrong. I quickly explained the situation, telling him that Mike’s sudden absence had messed up our schedule. John listened carefully and then said, “It sounds like you need someone to step in and take over some of the tasks. I can help out.” Hearing his words, the weight lifted off me.

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Paragraph 1: John then came to work on the tasks with our team.

Paragraph 2: On Monday morning, we gladly guided the visitors who attended the exhibition.

59. 25年9月潍坊高三上学期入学考试

In the baking heat, I watched the elderly woman struggle with a walker, loaded with bags of groceries. I was driving north, and she was walking south. I’d seen her before, each time feeling guilty I didn’t offer her a lift. Today, the guilt won. I turned back, pulled over, and offered her a ride.

The woman looked weary, sweat pouring down her face. I placed her walker and bags into my trunk, helped her inside, and drove off. “Bless you, child,” she murmured. She directed me to go farther south.

Passing under a bridge, she asked me to pull over. She rolled down her window and called out to several homeless people, “Come by later! Spaghetti night!” She waved and smiled, her smile erasing ten years off her face. We continued south, chatting easily. Her name was Ida. She worked as a bagger at the nearby grocery store and often missed the last bus because of working overtime.

Suddenly, I realised we were on the “wrong side of town”. It was starting to get dark, and I began to feel uneasy. We continued down unfamiliar streets finally to an old apartment building. Several young men had gathered around the entrance, looking threatening. Some were on motorcycles, and one, wearing a hoodie (连帽衫) over his bushy, long hair, was staring at me. My discomfort grew, but Ida seemed fine. She directed a couple of the guys to help with her groceries. She thanked me, and I drove away as fast as I could.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle sounded behind me. It was that hoodie guy! He didn’t overtake; he just kept pace, waving for me to stop. No way was I going to stop for a stranger on a deserted street. In a panic, I reached down for my purse to get my cell phone to call 911. I felt an empty seat. My purse wasn’t there! “She stole my purse!” I may have used stronger language. So much for acts of kindness, I thought.

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Paragraph 1: Meanwhile, the guy stayed close to me, continually signaling for me to stop.

Paragraph 2: Speechless, I handed him his grandma’s purse, and then he took off.

60. 25年9月苏州高三上学期开学考

“Today’s the day, Dad,” Ethan said as he poured cereal (麦片) into a bowl. “I hope I don’t let the team down.” Ethan was going to be pitching (投球) for the first time. “Oh, you’ll do fine,” Dad said. “You’ve been practicing for months.”

“Do you have time to feed the goats before you leave?” Dad asked. “Sure. I have fifteen minutes before Justine and her dad pick me up.” “Great. Thank you.” Dad grabbed his car keys. “I’m sorry I have to leave before you, but Grandma has no other way to get to her appointment with the doctor. Good luck at the game today.”

Ethan wolfed down his cereal and headed out to the barn (畜棚). As he fed the goats, he tried to remember all the pitching tips Coach Schultz had given him. Then he spotted their young goat Zeke opening the gate! Ethan dashed over to stop him from escaping. He was too late.

Zeke bounded toward the field. Oh no! I don’t have time for this, Ethan thought, feeling sweat break out under his baseball cap. Knowing he couldn’t leave with Zeke on the loose, Ethan quickly figured out he’d need a bucket of cracked corn to attract the goat and a rope to catch him and lead him back. By that time, Zeke had disappeared into the trees in the far corner.

A car stopped in the driveway. “Ready to go?” Justine called out her window. “I — I can’t go right now,” he said. “I have to get our goat back into his barn.” “Can we help?” Justine’s dad asked. “Thanks, but I don’t think you have time.” Ethan said. “Warm-up starts soon.” “I’ll come back and help you after I take Justine to the place,” Justine’s dad said. “Thanks.” Ethan tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he went to get the corn and the rope.

After he had them, he ran back to the trees. But Zeke saw him and rushed off, getting farther and farther away. Ethan collapsed down on the ground to catch his breath. He knew the team would be starting their warm-up by now. He wished he could be there with them.

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Paragraph 1: Just then, a minibus stopped before Ethan, out of which jumped Coach Schultz and the kids from the team.

Paragraph 2: “Thanks, guys,” Ethan said. “I’m sorry this took so much of our warm-up time.”

61. 25年9月黄冈一模

Sarah has always had a deep passion for painting, and her greatest dream is to host her own art exhibition someday. Her art teacher told her about an upcoming local youth arts show — and she’d already started preparing for it. However, But her parents, both practicing doctors, urged her hard to go into medicine, arguing it would give her a stable, secure future.

One evening at dinner, her father said firmly, “It’s time you start preparing for the medical school entrance exams. You’re smart and hard-working — you’ll surely thrive in this field.” Sarah set down her fork, disappointment clouding her eyes. “But I don’t want to be a doctor,” she insisted. “Painting is what I’m truly passionate about.” Her mother sighed softly, “Art is a wonderful hobby, but it doesn’t pay the bills. You need to be practical about your future.” Growing frustrated, Sarah stood up, stormed to her bedroom and locked the door. Staring at her half-finished painting, tears welled up in her eyes — trapped between her love for art and her parents’ expectations.

That night, Sarah lay awake, tossing and turning. She hated the thought of letting down her supportive parents, yet she couldn’t bear the idea of giving up her dream. The next day at school, her best friend Lily noticed her gloom and asked what was wrong. After Sarah poured out her troubles, Lily advised, “Follow your heart — but prove to your parents how serious you are about painting.”

Taking Lily’s advice, Sarah spent the weekend crafting a series of paintings that laid bare her emotions. She also looked up artists who’d built successful careers out of their art. On Monday evening, she asked her parents into her room, showed them her portfolio (作品集) and notes, and said, “I know you’re worried, but I believe I can make it as an artist — selling online, teaching, or doing custom work. Please give me a chance.” Her parents listened quietly, their faces softening as they looked over her work.

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Paragraph 1: After Sarah finished speaking, there was a long silence in the room.

Paragraph 2: A week later, Sarah received a surprising call from her art teacher.

62. 26届南开四

It was my first day at the international summer camp in Canada. Students from over twenty countries gathered in the dining hall for breakfast. The atmosphere was lively, filled with greetings in different languages that blended into a cheerful symphony of cultural diversity. Some laughed easily, exchanging jokes with their new friends, while others eagerly compared notes on their travel experiences. Yet I sat alone at a corner table, feeling overwhelmed by the unfamiliar environment and the fast rhythm of English conversations around me.

As I nervously picked at my scrambled eggs, a girl with curly blonde hair approached my table. “Mind if I sit here?” she asked with a warm smile. I nodded, grateful for the company. “I’m Emma, from Sweden,” she introduced herself, extending her hand. “Li Ming, from China,” I replied, shaking her hand tentatively. Her friendliness softened my nervousness.

“Is this your first time abroad?” Emma asked, noticing my unease. I admitted it was, and that I was worried about my English skills. “Don’t worry,” she said reassuringly, “everyone here is learning from each other. That’s the beauty of this camp.” Her words comforted me, but I still felt the weight of being far from home.

During the morning activity session, Emma and I ended up in the same group with students from Brazil, Japan, and France. The challenge required us to solve riddles in English and find hidden clues. I struggled to understand some of the wordplay, often asking for explanations. Though my teammates were patient and encouraging, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was slowing them down. Still, the moment we were going to solve the last riddle together, I realized I was beginning to belong.

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Paragraph 1: As we reached the last riddle, a clue about an ancient Chinese tale suddenly popped up.

Paragraph 2: Solving the riddle injected more confidence into me for the evening cultural presentation.

63. 26届南开（一）

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be assigned to write a science-fiction novel one day. But then, in the afternoon, Mr. Tian, our dearest Chinese teacher, ‘broke the news’ to us in his typically soft-spoken voice with his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. To say I was astonished would be an understatement. I was thunderstruck. “A science-fiction novel? Really?”

The final bell’s echo still hung in the air as classmates burst into excited discussion around me. Xie Jun waved his arms like a conductor, declaring he’d build a time-travel watch. Dong Mei’s laughter bubbled over as she described talking dinosaurs on a far-away planet. Their words rang like buzzing bees in my ears. I gripped my desk, my mind a perfect blank page.

In the evening, I paced in front of the art building, glancing at the vast and empty sports field deserted by sports fans. With eyebrows wrinkled in frustration, I pulled my hair and racked my brains in vain for a single idea for this assignment. I felt like the poor old man who had gone eighty-four days without catching a single fish, drifting with the current in the deep waters of the Gulf Stream, dehydrated and desperate. Come on! I did not wish for a giant 18-foot-long swordfish. All I was praying for was an encouraging bite at the bait (鱼饵) to give me some inspiration! I didn’t know why, but all the science fiction I had read seemed to have fled from my head, leaving just one sentence echoing in the wilderness (荒野) of my mind, “My right brain has nothing left; my left brain has nothing right.”

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Paragraph 1: Suddenly an idea flashed across my mind.

Paragraph 2: Two days later, Mr. Tian read my novel aloud to the whole class.

64. 26届南开（二）

Eliot stood in front of the old piano, his fingers hanging in the air. He didn’t know why he’d come. The piano in his grandmother’s sunroom hadn’t made a sound in years. It was the fifth summer after Granny died. The house felt empty without her. He remembered her baking cookies, reading, and telling stories about her home in Sicily, but never playing music.

His fingers lingered on the keys gently and then unlocked the piano bench. He found more than dust. There was an old piece of paper, with notes written on it. At the top, in wobbly writing, it said “For my Eliot”. Out of curiosity, he pressed the keys. Though just a small part of the piece, there was something familiar about it — like a song he’d heard in a dream. He tried again. This time, a short, soft tune came out. It made him feel warm, like a hug. He played it so smoothly as if he had done it countless times.

“Eliot?” He turned. Mrs. Rossi, her grandmother’s friend, was standing in the door. “You’re back!” “Mrs. Rossi! Yeh! For my solo concert!” Her eyes got big when she saw the paper. “That song… you got it! She and your grandfather wrote it for you, when you were a baby. They played it together every night when you slept. Your grandma used to play all the time.” Eliot frowned. “Why did she stop?”

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Paragraph 1: Mrs. Rossi sighed and looked sad, her gaze drifting to the paper like she was seeing the past.

Paragraph 2: Eliot’s fingers brushed the worn paper as if touching his grandmother’s hand.

65. 26届南开（五）

On a chilly early autumn morning, when Emily pushed open the apartment gate, a gust of wind carrying the sharp, clean smell of dew hit her, making her shake uncontrollably. It was the first time she had decided to go for a run before the sun was up, and the cold air was already making her doubt her choice.

On such a cold day, no one would come out for a run like me, Emily thought to herself as she ran. But the rustling sound from afar still caught Emily’s interest, and she wanted to see who her other companion was. Yet as she ran, the morning’s cold wind turned her hands numb, and her cotton coat proved useless against the biting cold.

“Well, I’d better head back early,” Emily started to turn around. Just then, a woman called out to her.

“Hey, young lady, watch your step!” Shocked, Emily realized she had stepped onto a pile of leaves, making the carefully gathered pile messy.

“Oh… sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

Emily was ready for a scolding (指责), but instead, the woman holding a broom looked at her with kind eyes.

“It’s alright, but you should be careful when running alone.” Blushing, Emily nodded and gazed at the wrinkled woman whose hands looked red from the cold.

“Do you get up this early for work?” Emily’s heart ached as she looked at the woman. She had expected her to complain or express some bitterness, but instead, the woman wrapped in a scarf, broom in hand, smiled and said proudly.

“Yes. Getting the streets cleaned early means everyone can start their day with a nicer sight, don’t you think?” Seeing the energy and kindness in the woman’s eyes, a warmth and deep respect welled up inside Emily.

She looked down the street again and noticed a neat pile of leaves at each corner. It was this woman’s work — the clean street was all thanks to her.

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Paragraph 1: “Anything I can do for her?” Emily thought to herself.

Paragraph 2: Two days later, holding a pair of gloves, Emily waited on the road.

66. 26届南开（六）

The moment 13-year-old Fausto saw his favorite band on TV, his eyes grew large with excitement. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life — to play the guitar in his own band.

Fausto decided to earn money to buy a guitar. He turned off the television, hopped onto his sister’s bike and rode north to the nicer section of Fresno in search of work. He went from door to door, but after three hours he managed to get only one job — being asked to hurry down to the store to buy a loaf of bread, for which he received a dirty quarter.

While he was sitting in a park eating an orange, a dog approached him. It was a fancy dog, with a shiny collar and a tag with his name, Roger, and address. This dog looked like he belonged to rich people. An idea flashed across Fausto’s mind. He decided to take Roger home and collect a reward, saying he had found him near the freeway which is 15 miles away. The lie formed easily, but a small, cold knot of unease tightened unexpectedly in his stomach as Fausto walked the dog to its house.

He knocked. A woman in a silky bathrobe opened the door. “Ma’am,” Fausto said, gripping Roger by the collar. “I found your dog by the freeway. His tag says he lives here, doesn’t he?” “That’s right!” the woman replied in a surprised and joyful voice. She then invited Fausto to come into the house.

Fausto looked around, amazed by the shiny furniture. “You’re probably hungry after your good deed,” the woman said, bringing Fausto a tall glass of milk and a warm apple pie. Fausto ate, aware of the woman’s caring eyes watching him. He felt embarrassed by lying to such a kind lady.

“That was good,” he said after he finished. “Thank you, Ma’am! Now I have to go home.”

As Fausto walked to the door, the woman opened her purse and took out two bills. “For your honesty and help,” she said warmly, pressing two hundred dollars into his hand. “You’re a good boy.” Fausto couldn’t meet her gaze, his face burning with a sudden feeling of shame that went deeper than mere embarrassment.

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Paragraph 1: With the money gripped tightly in his hand, Fausto headed to the music shop.

Paragraph 2: Turning his back on the shining guitar, Fausto walked with determination towards the woman’s house.

67. 26届台州一模英语

It was the last day before moving into the new house. Mr. and Mrs. Martin wanted to make it warm and lovely, so they decided to do some decorating themselves. That morning, Mrs. Martin stood at the door, reminding her busy husband. “Don’t climb too high, don’t move heavy boxes, and don’t forget to rest,” she said again and again, before she eventually headed out to buy curtains.

Earlier, their daughter Emily had called. She said she was tied up with her job in another city, but promised, “Don’t worry, we’ll celebrate together soon.” The couple missed her, of course, but they smiled at each other and agreed it would be meaningful to get the new home ready, a warm welcome awaiting their daughter’s arrival.

Mr. Martin waved goodbye to his wife and went back to his decorating work, confident and full of energy at first. But soon the living room turned into a battlefield. Boxes, nails, a hammer and screwdrivers lay everywhere. Paint splashed onto the floor, and the wall looked like a child’s drawing. And several photo frames were scattered on the ground.

“A spider!” Mr. Martin climbed onto a shaky stool to chase it away — his wife hated those things — but instead he slipped and broke a photo frame. “Ouch, my back!” he groaned, sweat trickling down his forehead. He began to wonder whether he was really able to do this job alone.

Then came a sharp smell from the kitchen. “Oh no, my cake!” Mr. Martin dragged himself to open the oven. The cake, which he had planned to surprise his wife, was now nothing but a hard black rock. He stared at it, shaking his head. “Should I admit the mess? Or pretend nothing happened?” he whispered. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Mrs. Martin stepped inside with the new curtains in her arms.

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Paragraph 1: For a moment, Mrs. Martin stood frozen.

Paragraph 2: With the new curtains finally in place, the doorbell rang.

68. 26届宁波一模英语

Mike Harris was grabbing envelopes from his mailbox when his fingers brushed against something unexpectedly soft. Inside sat a cute rabbit toy with a sticky note, “Bunny needs a place to play. Your mailbox looks perfect.”

Mike called his wife Clara, “Our mailbox has a new guest.” Clara came out, smiling at the little rabbit before noticing their water bill beneath it. “But this is not a toy house. We might miss important bills.” The couple had built the mailbox three years ago. Mike, a retired toy maker, designed it like a small white cottage (小屋) with a red roof, measuring and cutting each piece of wood with the same precision he once used for children’s toys. Clara painted dancing flowers on the sunny yellow door hoping to make passing children smile.

“What if the ‘owner’ decides to move in more things?” Clara wondered. Mike gently straightened the rabbit’s ear. “Someone treasured this,” he murmured, “Let’s find out who it belongs to first.”

The next day, Mike showed a photo of the rabbit to his neighbors. No one recognized it until Mrs. Bennet said, “I saw a little girl with pigtails (辫子) by your mailbox yesterday. She looked around nervously before placing something inside. I think she’s from the new apartments on Elm Street. Poor thing — there’s no playground there, not even any play equipment.”

Mike didn’t ask further. Instead of removing the rabbit, he taped a colorful note to the mailbox, “Bunny is welcome here.” Soon, more toys joined the rabbit — always in the afternoon hours when school ended.

Weeks passed. The collection of playthings grew, leaving little room for mail. One evening, Clara found a new note in pink crayon, “Dear friends, Bunny really wants a toy swing (秋千). I tried to make one but failed. Can you help?- Emma.” Clara’s eyes grew soft, a forgotten sense of childhood wonder bubbling up inside her. “This isn’t just a mailbox anymore; it’s a secret play world.” she said. “I almost feel like we’re part of it.” Mike nodded, “Tomorrow, let’s join in.”

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Paragraph 1: The next afternoon, Mike and Clara hid nearby with a small surprise.

Paragraph 2: Learning Emma’s wish, the couple decided to build a toy cottage.

69. 26届巴蜀中学高三适应性月考卷（一）

In the heavy summer heat, I watched an elderly woman struggle with a walker, weighed down with bags of groceries. Slowing down, I opened the window and called out, “Need a ride? Let me help you with your groceries.”

Getting out of the car, I placed her walker and bags into my trunk. “Bless you, child,” she said. We were off. She directed me to go south. It seemed too far for her to walk. She explained that she usually took a bus but had missed the last one. She worked as a bagger at the nearby grocery store.

We chatted as if we’d known each other for years. Her name was Ida. She had grandchildren. Suddenly, I realized we were on the “wrong side of town”. It was starting to get dark, and I began to feel uneasy. We continued down unfamiliar streets until she finally pointed to an old apartment building where she lived. Several young men in their early twenties had gathered around the entrance. They were smoking something and appeared threatening. Some were on motorcycles, and one, wearing a hoodie (连帽衫) over his bushy, long hair, was staring at me intently—too intently—and smiling.

I was getting more and more uncomfortable, but Ida seemed fine. I stopped the car. Ida directed a couple of the guys to help with her groceries. She thanked me, and I drove away as fast as I could.

Suddenly I heard the roar of a motorcycle behind me. I recognized the biker from the apartment house—the one with the hoodie and bushy hair who kept smiling at me. He didn’t pass me but continued to drive at the same speed as me. I realized he was waving for me to stop.

It would soon be getting dark. No way was I going to stop for a suspicious stranger on a deserted street. In a panic, I reached down for my purse to grab my cell phone. I had to call 911. But my purse wasn’t there!

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Paragraph 1: “She stole my purse! So much for acts of kindness,” I thought.

Paragraph 2: I was speechless as I handed him his grandma’s purse.

70. 26届巴蜀中学高三适应性月考卷（七）

My name is Shaquille O’Neal, but no, I am not the legendary basketball star everyone knows. My parents are big basketball fans, so they named me after him, sparking my love-hate relationship with the name. We share only our passion for basketball; he’s a tall, famous icon, while I’m a short boy who can barely dribble (运球) the ball without dropping it.

Every Saturday, the Central District’s Boys and Girls Club sponsors league-play for all age groups. My age group, 9 to 11, is the biggest. For years, I was always the last picked. “He’s too small!” Louis, a team captain, would say coldly while my teammates laughed. I’d sit on the hard bench the whole game, then lie to my dad about having fun, my heart aching to do my part for the team instead of just watching from the sidelines.

Last November, I got to play, thanks to Thanksgiving trips and flu season. I tried to make up for my poor skills by being really aggressive. I would always defend the biggest kid on the other team, and ended up with a bloody nose.

The Boys and Girls Club has a great nurse’s room. I know because I spent more time in there than on the court. The nurse was a Vietnamese lady, and because none of the kids could pronounce her name, they called her Skimmy. Skimmy didn’t know anything about basketball or any other American sports, but she was nice and had a pretty smile.

By my twelfth nosebleed, Skimmy was my friend. It was she who finally helped me become a better player. “Mr. Shaq,” she said one Saturday, “I watch you play. You always get hurt. Why do you play that way? Why don’t you take advantage of what you are? I watch you—you are fast. You are speedier than a meteor. Why don’t you get faster?”

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Paragraph 1: What Skimmy had said made a lot of sense.

Paragraph 2: The next Saturday, I stepped onto the court with a different plan.

71. 26届巴蜀中学高三适应性月考卷（三）

Siya was excited to set off for her long-awaited holiday in Himachal. After working at a stretch for months, she couldn’t wait to escape to the peaceful mountains. Her parents would be joining her too. The weather, the mountains and the peace, everything would be theirs for a whole month!

She reached a day earlier to settle into the guest house before her parents arrived. As she sat by the window, sipping her coffee and watching the mountains, the caretaker of the guest house arrived, worried. “Ma’am, there’s been heavy snowfall in all parts of the state. So, the flights to Himachal have been canceled. It’s going to be difficult for anyone to get through for five more days. We’re stuck here for five more days. Stay safe, and we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

Siya’s heart sank. She quickly grabbed her phone to call her mother when a message arrived: “Dear kiddo, our flight got cancelled because of the snow. We’re stuck here for five more days. Stay safe, and we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“Well, what now?” Siya muttered to herself, feeling disappointed. “I was looking forward to seeing them. What will I do alone for so long?!”

The next day, Siya spent her time at the guest house all by herself. The snow continued to fall heavily and the roads remained blocked. It was peaceful yet lonely. She spent her time reading books and watching snowflakes but felt downhearted about how her holiday had begun.

Then, on the second day, as she was lying on the couch of the living room, she heard a soft sound, like a tiny cry. She froze for a moment, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her. She stood up and followed the sound to the porch (门廊).

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Paragraph 1: To her surprise, there was a wet, shaking baby cat on the porch.

Paragraph 2: As her parents stepped inside, Siya spotted an adult cat in the doorway.

72. 26届巴蜀中学高三适应性月考卷（二）

We walk to the harbor, the early morning sun just beginning to burn pink through the fog. We’ve come to say goodbye.

“Bye, sailboats,” Mom says. My little brother, Ben, waves his fist. “Goodbye, harbor,” Dad says. I remember clouds of seagulls (海鸥) following the fishing boats, hoping to snap up shellfish tossed overboard. “Any last farewells, Marissa?” Dad asks me. I bite my lower lip. Goodbye, home.

When mom and dad announced we were moving, Dad said we were going “home.” He meant out west, where Grandma and Grandpa raised him along with lots of chickens and cattle. “The desert is beautiful in the sun,” Dad said. I tried to smile. But I knew mountains would only stand between me and the rosy sun rising over the ocean. “We’ll find new things to love,” Mom promised. But I knew I’d never love anything as much as waking up to the sound of a seagull’s cry.

After five days of driving across rolling prairie, we see mountaintops on the horizon. On day six, we pull into Grandpa’s dusty driveway. I sigh. Now this is our house, until Mom and Dad can find a new one to buy.

I take the attic (阁楼) bedroom with pink wallpaper covering the ceiling. The night before I go to school, I pull my notebook out from under the bed. I’ve started a list of Old Things I Miss: the salt scent instead of farm stink, seagulls instead of chickens, friends to play with instead of only Ben. I flip the page over, where I’ve started another list: New Things I Love. It’s still blank. That night I dream of seagulls calling, their cries rising and falling with the wind. They sail across the sky, following the fishing boats.

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Paragraph 1: The next morning, I open my eyes to the ceiling, but I still hear seagulls.

Paragraph 2: Dad tells me that these desert seagulls came here 150 years ago.

73. 26届巴蜀中学高三适应性月考卷（五）

I tried not to worry, but I was scared. The job I had lost was a good job, and I was good at it. It wasn’t my fault that I lost it; it was just what happens when a government contract isn’t renewed.

My full-time job now was finding a full-time job. I searched diligently and tried everything I knew to find work, but without success. Weeks went by. If I didn’t find a job soon, I wouldn’t be able to pay the rent on my apartment—a modest two-bedroom in a four-story walkup. And then what?

It was the early 1970s, and job hunting was done the 1970s way. Print copies of your résumé (简历). Mark the jobs you might qualify for. Write a hello-I’m-wonderful cover letter, put it in an envelope with your résumé, and mail it to the employer. Make phone calls and knock on every door.

One Saturday morning, the knock came on my door.

Silently grumbling (抱怨), I arose and walked down the hall, temporarily abandoning my collection of Help Wanted ads and stack of résumés on the kitchen table. Why was it that every time I got my daughter settled down with her toys and started my job search, someone interrupted me?

“Hi,” said a smiling woman in jeans when I opened the door. “I’m Melba. I just moved in upstairs. Can I borrow your phone for a minute? I’d like to call the phone company and ask them to turn mine on.”

A neighbor in need—of course, I would help. “Hi, Melba. Sure, come on in. I’m Carole,” I said, leading the attractive woman who looked about my age—early thirties—to the phone mounted on my kitchen wall. “Help yourself while I run into the other room and check on my little one.”

Returning a few minutes later, I found Melba holding the phone to her ear and looking down at my résumé on the table. Apparently, the phone-company rep had placed her on hold for a moment.

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Paragraph 1: Soon, her conversation was finished, and I invited her to sit down.

Paragraph 2: It was the most informal job interview I’d ever had.

74. 26届巴蜀中学高三适应性月考卷（六）

This was West Central in the early 2000s, a neighborhood of middle-class people born and raised by the tracks, people who never dreamed of leaving. Much has changed since then. Luxury apartments have replaced the rusted trains. It’s barely snowed three inches this month.

Outside my window, another cold rain slaps Spofford Avenue. The park across the street is empty, a mess of dead-brown grass and dry leaves.

In my dreams, though, I see drifts of snow that are deep and blue enough to bury the moon. These are dreams of boyhood, of the gang of neighborhood boys who defined it. Back then, a couple of feet of snow meant no school, and we played football every day.

Snow Bowls, as I remember them, were wild, violent events, a cross between sport and warfare. Without helmets or pads, we occasionally knocked each other unconscious. We broke wrists and bit ankles.

On snow days, we gathered on the big field behind our high school, where we’d pick teams, four or five a side. The captains were always the same. Matt Moore was a captain because he was faster and stronger than the rest of us and actually enhanced playing organized football. Jimmy White was the other because he brought the football, and he believed supplying the equipment somehow gave him the right.

The games were untimed and there were hardly any rules. We played until the snow melted under our feet, or until someone got seriously hurt. The best Snow Bowls occurred when snow was still falling, covering our tracks and silencing the world around us. In the evenings, we’d play under the field lights, feeling like pros.

Two decades later, I’m the only former Snow Bowler who still resides in Spokane. The ones who moved away like to ask me for updates on home, as if our city is an elderly relative dying from cancer, and I’m the lone caregiver. I always steer (引导) our conversations back to the weather, especially the startling lack of snow this winter.

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Paragraph 1: Last weekend, someone floated the idea of a 20-year high school reunion.

Paragraph 2: We hurried outside, and sure enough, snow was coming down in thick sheets.

75. 广东省“六校联盟”2026届高三级第二次联考

It was a cold, gray day when Frank Daily stood with his friends, waiting for the bus after school, his breath forming pale clouds in the bitter air. Frank only pretended to listen to the chatter of his friends, hiding the disappointment crushing his spirit. Basketball season had begun without him—his five-foot-four frame considered “insufficient” for the team. And the coach’s harsh words echoed in his mind, “Good skills, but we need height.”

Starting a new school wasn’t easy, especially for Frank, who had been a star athlete in elementary school. His mom used to say, “If you put as much time into books as into basketball, you could do well in both.” Well, maybe she was right about the books. Basketball, however, was a different story. Now he felt like a nobody.

On boarding the bus, Frank sank himself into the seat while his mind remained trapped outside the locker room. He could still feel the pain as he scanned the team list, searching desperately for his name — and didn’t find it. The rejection hurt more than the biting cold, making him feel completely “invisible” in his new school.

A loud horn and a sudden stop interrupted Frank’s gloomy thoughts. The bus doors hissed open and a very pregnant woman struggled to get on by grabbing the metal handrail with cold-reddened hands. As she dropped into the nearest seat with a sigh, Frank noticed she was only wearing torn, wet socks that offered no protection and warmth.

When the driver asked about her shoes, she explained with quiet dignity, “I can’t afford them. I just got on to warm my feet, if you don’t mind.” Hearing this, Frank was lost in thought. He knew he could always afford shoes. He probably never could. He looked down at his new basketball shoes — once an inspiring gift from mom, now a reminder of his broken basketball dream. Then he looked at the woman. The word “invisible” popped into his mind again: an invisible person, but for a different reason. ##

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Paragraph 1: Frank glanced at the lady’s wet socks and made a decision.

Paragraph 2: “May I know your name?” she asked, her voice was soft with emotion.

76. 广东省2026届普通高中毕业班第二次调研考试

I’ve recently become interested in mountain climbing. It’s mainly due to my friend Tim, an experienced hiker. Initially, I saw hiking as pointless — exhausting muscles under the burning sun, carrying heavy loads, with no easy way back. Why endure (忍受) that?

Last month, Tim convinced me to join him in climbing a small hill. To my surprise, the view from the top was breathtaking. I witnessed an amazing sunset over the sea. That humble peak offered unexpected joy, awakening a desire for more — cloud seas, sunrises, and bird’s-eye views. After a few more mountain climbing attempts, I declared, “I will challenge the Hero’s Route” It was a demanding 20-kilometer trail across several high peaks, a test of “heroes.”

But Tim tried to cool me down. “It’s not easy,” he warned. “It requires training, not just enthusiasm.” But I believed “Nothing is impossible in front of a willing heart,” so the following weekend I set off alone without telling Tim. I decided to give him a big surprise.

At the foot of the mountain, I saw some groups of climbers with walkie-talkies. I laughed — real heroes journey alone. The first peak was rewarding, with cool winds and glimpses of the sea. But as I pushed onward, the trail turned wild and rugged. Steep rocks forced me to crawl on all fours. The sky darkened, threatening rain. Tiredness set in, and the other climbers had all overtaken me, leaving me completely alone. The trail seemed endless. Rain soon poured and I was wet through. The rocks became slippery, making every step a struggle. To make matters worse, my phone had no signal. Desperation mounted in me.

Around 5:30 PM, there were still two peaks ahead. Exhausted and having barely progressed, I found a weak signal on my phone and hurriedly called Tim. He was shocked, but after checking my location, he calmly gave me instructions. “Stop going ahead. You’ve just passed a side trail down to a village. It is marked with a blue ribbon (丝带). Find it and take the path — I’ll meet you midway.” ##

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Paragraph 1: But now I hesitated, because taking the side trail meant failure.

Paragraph 2: Climbing down the path to the village at night was still very challenging.

77. 成都市2023级高中毕业班摸底测试

Emily stared through the window and watched a white cloud pass over the woods across from the school. A bird floated through the air, wings stretched. It must be wonderful to be a bird, she thought. Total freedom. No math class to sit in. Soon, she would be out of school for the summer and her days would be spent on horseback. She thought of her horse, Star. She’d have to brush him before riding him this afternoon. Somewhere, someone was saying her name, but it seemed so far away.

“Emily. Emily!” Emily jumped. She turned back toward the class to find everyone laughing. “Emily, you’re such a smart girl but you just don’t apply yourself. You’re always daydreaming.” Mrs. Smith turned to others, “Class, now clear your desks. Our guest is here. Welcome Doctor Landon. He is a painter and he came here today as part of our continued Career Explorations program.”

“I love horses,” Doctor Landon said. Horse. Was Doctor Landon talking about horses? She paid attention as he spoke. “School education matters a lot. The knowledge I got from math and science classes enables me to paint horses as they are in their natural setting. I visit different stables (养马场). It’s a lot of work, but I love it.”

When she heard the words, Emily’s mouth fell open. He spent his days with horses. Lots of horses! What a life that must be, she thought. [3, 4]

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Paragraph 1: At that moment, sitting in math class, Emily could see her future.

Paragraph 2: On arriving home, she changed her plans for the afternoon.

78. 2025-2026学年第一学期杭州市高三教学质量检测

It was a hot day in New York City. I had brunch with a friend and picked up my new glasses. All done and headed back on the train. I wanted to yell at a couple of people for their rude behavior, but wisely just sat quietly.

An old black gentleman entered the far end of the train car. In worn but neat clothes, he tipped his faded cap and greeted everyone with a warm “Good afternoon, folks.” Most ignored him, with cold blank faces. Then, he started to sing. I didn’t turn my head, but I felt a smile in my soul. Many people ask for money on the train, but I always feel happy when someone offers music instead. It feels like a gift.

I let the notes settle in for a second before my eyes wandered. A young boy across from me, maybe ten, watched him, swaying (摇摆) to the rhythm, his mother too distracted by her phone to notice.

He started his second song and my heart did a happy dance. “Lean on me, when you’re not strong. I’ll be your friend…” I love that song! Without thinking, I softly sang a little harmony with him. Right away, I decided he could have the $5 bill in my purse.

He looked tall and thin, but he had a strong voice and kind energy. Life had clearly been hard for him, but he still stood tall and carried himself with quiet dignity.

I rolled the bill tightly and waited for him to make his way to me. He held the overhead bar to steady himself as he inched down the car, pausing briefly beside each seat like he was waiting for a sign — though no one glanced up. No one was making any moves to give him coins or reach for their wallet. ##

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Paragraph 1: Somehow, he noticed me singing along.

Paragraph 2: It was still hot and sticky inside the car, but something had changed.

79. 2026年深圳市高三年级第一次调研考试

The community library was Megan’s peaceful kingdom, a place of quiet whispers and turning pages. Every summer vacation, she worked as a student volunteer, feeling responsible for protecting this quiet space.

Lately, a boy named Liam had become her challenge. Liam wasn’t rude—he just couldn’t sit still. Like clockwork, he would get up to “stretch his legs,” pacing between the bookshelves. Sometimes he’d accidentally knock over a chair. Once, absorbed in a picture book, he let out a loud “Whoa!” when he saw a giant dinosaur filled the page. In the silence, each sound drew looks from other readers.

Yesterday, when Megan walked over and reminded him gently again, Liam’s face turned red. “I’m really sorry,” he whispered sincerely. “I don’t mean to. I just… I really like being here.” She believed him. She had noticed that Liam was a curious explorer of books. He would pull out a book on dinosaurs, reading with intense focus for a few minutes, then move on to another about volcanoes or space rockets. He just loved the library.

Megan went back to her office. A note on the head librarian’s desk caught her eye. It read, “More Lively Reading Activities? Book sharing? Acting?” Seeing this, Megan suddenly remembered the librarian had mentioned she could feel free to use the garden at the back of the library. It was a place where some unused items were stored—some old chairs, folding tables, all piled up gathering dust under a large tree. At the time, Megan hadn’t thought much about it. But now, the thoughts of directing Liam’s energy and making use of the garden connected in her mind. Perhaps the solution wasn’t to quiet Liam down, but to give his energy and love for books a positive stage, right here in their own library.

An idea for a “Garden Reading Corner” project, aimed at young readers, began to take shape. The next morning, she found Liam among the bookshelves. “Want to do something really cool?” she said, her voice low but excited. Liam did not answer at once, but the eager light in his eyes said everything. ##

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Paragraph 1: For the next week, Megan and Liam busied themselves with the project.

Paragraph 2: On the opening day of the project, they waited nervously in the garden.

80. 丽水、湖州、衢州2025年11月三地市高三教学质量检测

The girls sat under their sign in the park, which read “Decorate Your Bike Here!” Park managers had set up a Bike Parade. Bella and Mia planned to earn money by decorating kids’ bikes for the event.

Mia’s dad, an inventor, had given them a basket of bells, whistles, gadgets (小配件) and spare parts. Bella, who loves painting, brought paints, brushes, stickers, feathers and other decorations. They had already decorated a few bikes, but Bella felt frustrated.

“Your mechanical things are better,” Bella grumbled to Mia, watching her friend easily assemble the parts of a fancy bell. She held up her own works — colorful flags and a dragon-painted horn — and sighed, wishing they had more use. “The horn sounds like an annoying goose, not a dragon!” she complained. Mia laughed out loud, truly delighted by the funny sound, and confidently told Bella the customer would find it charming.

Just then, Bella looked at the bike bell she’d been trying to assemble. “See? Every mechanical thing I try fails!” she murmured. Mia leaned over to offer suggestions. Bella tried again, but the pieces still wouldn’t work. Her frustration grew. “I don’t know what I’m doing!” she cried, throwing the bell onto the grass and sitting back beside it, defeated. “Try again, Bella! You can do this,” Mia encouraged gently. Bella kept her eyes shut, hoping no customers would come and pretending she wasn’t a total failure.

But soon a shadow blocked her sun. Her brother Leo and his friend Izzy stood there. “Your bikes need decorating!” Mia announced before Bella could speak. “That’s why we’re here!” Izzy smiled. Bella’s mouth fell open in surprise, but she quickly closed it, afraid to look silly.

After discussing ideas, Mia sent the boys away. She grabbed Bella’s arm and said, “We’ll make these the coolest bikes. You do Izzy’s, and I’ll do Leo’s. Come on!” ##

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Paragraph 1: “I can’t!” Bella frowned, her heart sinking.

Paragraph 2: When Leo and Izzy returned, their eyes widened.

81. 湖北省高中名校联盟2026届高三第一次联合测评

The Thompson house was always noisy before school. Every morning, twelve-year-old Mia did her hair at the kitchen table, her fingers moving quickly as she tried to ignore the regular “clang-clang-clang” beside her. Her little brother Leo, his cheeks still soft with sleep, was hitting his spoon on his bowl like a bell.

“Stop it!” Mia said, throwing potato chips at him. As she did, the necklace (项链) around her neck moved a little. The necklace, made of shells(贝壳), was her most loved thing-a gift from Grandma before she passed away. Mia valued this necklace dearly. She remembered how Grandma had handpicked each shell during their last trip to the beach. “This round shell means patience,” Grandma had whispered stories while placing it around Mia’s neck. Right now, Mia needed all the patience she could get.

As the days went by, Mia found herself struggling less to keep her patience. Leo’s noisy habits, though still bothersome, didn’t seem as annoying as before. There were moments when she’d catch him making funny faces or dancing around to music only she could hear. She would roll her eyes, but deep down, a part of her smiled. One afternoon, while sitting together on the sofa, Leo shyly asked about the necklace. “Why do you love it so much?” he whispered. Mia then told him the story of Grandma and the special meaning of each shell. For a moment, Leo looked thoughtful, and Mia hoped he understood how much the necklace meant to her. She wished he would be more careful-but little did she know, that wish was about to be tested.

After a two-day summer camp, Mia came home and found Leo lying on her bedroom floor, her box turned over. “What are you doing?!” she shouted. Leo jumped. “I-I just wanted to see…” The necklace fell from his hand, and the string broke. The shells dropped to the floor like little white teeth, some of them broken into several parts. ##

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Paragraph 1: Mia’s heart sank.

Paragraph 2: The next morning, Mia was surprised to find a box on her desk.

82. 湖北省十堰、荆门、恩施、咸宁、黄石五地市州2026届高三第一次质量监测

I was 31 and finally lived by myself. My own schedule. My own rules. My own life. No mom cooking breakfast down the hall. No dad powering up the leaf blower outside the window. No nieces and nephews running across the floors. Just me, myself and my dream to become a writer. My parents didn’t understand, so I left without sharing even a word with them.

It had taken me a long time to get here. In July 1997, at age 13, I’d been diagnosed with severe leukemia (白血病). My parents and other family members supported me through cruel treatments, through my high school and the University of Michigan. After college, I contented myself with staying with them at home.

It wasn’t so bad. Mom and Dad had redesigned the kitchen and bathroom to make cooking and showering as easy as possible for me, since the disease had robbed me of my balance. They also added on a beautiful desk, where I could sit, read and recharge. But what kind of real writer still lived with her parents at my age? I communicated with them about my plan to move out. However, they sang a different tune.

I moved out after a violent quarrel. A few happy days went by. However, running the dishwasher and doing laundry proved challenging, and the living room needed cleaning after just one week. My exhaustion problems made it difficult to keep up. On day 17, I pulled out the machine to clean the messy room but quickly lost my balance. I tried to steady myself, but physically, I couldn’t do it. Lying on the floor without a trace of balance, I came to a sudden realization that I had made an extremely immature decision. ##

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Paragraph 1: It was time that I should call my mom.

Paragraph 2: I couldn’t believe they forgave me so quickly.

83. 2025年11月绍兴市高考科目诊断性考试

Susan had been in Banbury, England, at her grandparents’ house for two weeks. The day after she had arrived from New Jersey, she’d written letters to Katie, Sasha, and Matthew. “No reply by now. But it’s the summer,” she thought, “They’re busy hanging out at Katie’s pool… or watching Outer Banks… or posting selfies.”

At that moment she saw her grandpa approaching the garden with a tray (托盘). “Sorry, Love. No post for you.” His sad eyes reminded her of their family dog, Astro, who would arrive next week when she and her parents moved into their new house. “I’ve brought you some tea and sympathy, as they say,” Grandpa said. She gazed at him, trying to understand what “tea and sympathy” meant.

Grandpa lowered the tray, and set the strainer (过滤器) on a light blue china cup. The teapot hummed softly as golden tea poured into the cup, its fragrance rising like morning mist. He lifted the strainer, set it on the second cup, and repeated his movements. She leaned forward, attracted by her grandpa’s quiet ritual, and amazed at how skillful his hands were. She couldn’t help but allow a hint of a smile.

Grandpa dropped two sugar cubes in the cup closest to her. A delicate plate scraped on the tray as he shifted it closer to her. “Perhaps a few biscuits will make you right as rain.”

Susan shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt.” Her smile grew.

“Now then,” Grandpa began, “What’s this about your friends not writing…”

“I guess they’re busy. I’m lonely and I need a letter from them.”

It was Grandpa’s turn to shrug. “No offense, but they’re teenagers. They probably don’t know.” “What are you telling me?” She asked. “Actually, I’m not sure.” His eyebrows rose slightly. “Take this tea, for instance,” Grandpa said, “It’s a symbol of hospitality (盛情). Welcome to England, my love.” He lifted his cup, “Cheers to you. For being brave like these black tea leaves.” ##

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Paragraph 1: Susan lifted her cup and whispered, “But I don’t feel brave.”

Paragraph 2: Alone now, she gazed at the tray and whispered, “Welcome to England.”

84. 绵阳市高中2023级第一次诊断性考试

On a hot afternoon, I was driving home when I saw an old lady walking slowly along the roadside, carrying a heavy bag of groceries and leaning on her walker. I had seen her a few times before, and each time I felt guilty for not stopping to help. But this time, I pulled over and rolled down my window. “Do you need a ride?” I asked. “Let me help with your groceries,” I said, loading her walker and bag into the trunk before assisting her into the passenger seat.

“Thank you, kid,” she replied. She introduced herself as Ida, a cashier at a nearby store who had missed her usual bus. During the drive, she waved to some homeless people under a bridge and cheerfully invited them to her “pasta night”. I was touched by her kindness.

We soon entered an unfamiliar area. The sun was going down, and I started to feel uneasy. When Ida finally pointed to her home — an old apartment building, my heart sank: a group of young men in their early 20s was gathering at the entrance. Some smoked, others sat on motorcycles, and one in a hoodie (连帽衫) stared at me with a smile that felt threatening. “Troublemakers”, I thought to myself.

I was getting more and more worried. Still, I parked the car at the place she directed and opened the trunk. Ida asked that hoodie boy to help with her groceries. She thanked me and I quickly drove away.

A few minutes later, I noticed a motorcycle following me. I recognized the rider. It was the hoodie guy from earlier. My heart raced as he gestured for me to pull over. I tried to speed up, but he stayed closer. Thinking I might call the police for help, I stopped my car and intended to reach for the cell phone in my purse, only to find it was gone! “She stole it!” I yelled in frustration. Then, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a purse was on the floor of my car. Yes, there was a purse, but it wasn’t mine. [11, 12]

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Paragraph 1: Just then, the motorcyclist came to my window, waving my purse.

Paragraph 2: Feeling grateful but ashamed, I offered some money to thank him.

85. 金华十校2025年11月高三模拟考试

Jessica breathed in the familiar smell of dried grass and horses when entering the building for horses. She was back for another summer at Green Meadow Farm’s riding camp. Her advisor, Rose, walked beside her. Jessica searched every corner, hoping to see Piper, her favourite horse she had bonded with last year. They had even won second place in the annual obstacle course race(障碍赛跑), where Piper had skillfully moved through the poles. Jessica loved everything about Piper, from her gentleness to the way Piper’s soft nose tickled(使发痒) her hand whenever she fed her apples.

“I can’t wait to ride Piper,” Jessica told Rose. Rose smiled. “I know you love Piper, but we need to save her for some new riders.” Jessica’s heart sank, but she nodded in understanding.

“How about you try riding Harley?” Rose said. Jessica was a little frightened by the giant male horse Rose pointed to. Even though Harley was beautiful with his shiny hair, he looked restless. Rose could sense Jessica’s anxiety. “Don’t worry. He just needs an experienced rider to help train him.”

Jessica cautiously approached him, but Harley moved away. As Jessica touched his back, he appeared restless and let out a loud cry, making Jessica even more nervous. An annoyed Jessica led an unwilling Harley outside. She climbed on top of him and headed to the obstacle course. However, when reaching the fence, Harley planted his feet in the dirt, refusing to take another step.

The first few days together were full of challenges. Harley refused jumps, galloped(飞奔) out of control, and once, frightened by a bird, he even went up on his back legs and threw Jessica into the air. Feeling painful and discouraged, she turned to Rose. “I really miss Piper and her gentleness. Harley is too hard to control.” Patting her on the shoulder, Rose said thoughtfully, “It’s okay to be scared, but do remember Harley has his own fears. If you are nervous, you will make him nervous. If you are confident, he will feel confident. If you show him trust, he will trust you.” ##

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Paragraph 1: Hearing that, Jessica decided it was time for a fresh start with Harley.

Paragraph 2: The final day of the camp arrived, bringing with it the obstacle course race.

86. 雅礼中学 2026 届高三九月考试卷（二）英语

The moment Michael Armus set foot into the Bank of the West in Woodland, California, to deposit a check, he felt the tension. “Something’s not right.”

The cheerful greetings he usually received were absent. Tellers avoided eye contact, their faces pale. The bank manager sat rigidly at his desk, head lowered.

Armus looked to his left and noticed a man at another window with his striped T-shirt pulled up to partially hide his face. “This is a robbery,” thought Armus.

He heard the man say, “I don’t want to hurt anybody.” Minutes earlier, the man had passed a note to the teller demanding cash and saying he had a gun. Armus looked again and the man’s shirt had dropped a bit, exposing more of his face. Just at that moment, Armus recognized the would-be robber as someone he’d passed several times on a street corner reading aloud from his Bible and speaking to passersby.

Walking closer, Armus gently asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you have a job?” The man froze, tears spilling down his cheeks. “There’s nothing in this town for me! I just want to go to prison!”

The raw despair reminded Armus of his own dark past—down and out, been to prison. His life was a mess. But he got another chance. Suddenly, instead of being frightened, Armus felt compassion for him, and a thought popped into his head: Maybe I can help.

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。

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Paragraph 1: “Let’s talk outside,” Armus suggested, putting his arm around the man.

Paragraph 2: Praised for easing a tense situation by a warm hug, Armus was modest.

87. 2025-2026学年第一学期天域全国名校协作体联考英语学科试题卷

Mason Martin was unenthusiastic on the subject of soup. He could take it or leave it. His mother, on the other hand, loved soup. She made two different kinds every day of the week. Some days, it was chicken soup and tomato soup steaming in big pots. Other days, it was beef stew and mushroom soup. The only thing Mason’s mom loved as much as soup was ducks. The Martin house overflowed with duck decorations. Duck curtains hung from every window. Duck doormats, duck dishware, and duck throw pillows filled the house.

When Mason was eight years old, his mother combined her two favorite things and opened a small restaurant called Soup and Quackers. When it was cold outside, Mason didn’t mind some chicken soup or tomato soup, even if his mother served it with a duck-shaped spoon into a duck-shaped bowl. But when she offered cold soup in the summer, he politely refused.

Other than Mason’s dad, who loved everything Mason’s mom made, it seemed that the entire town felt the way Mason did. In winter, customers young and old filled Soup and Quackers. The soup warmed their insides and prepared them for the freezing outdoors. But when the steamy days of summer crept in, business dropped off sharply.

Mason knew that one more bad summer would mean the end of the business. One boiling summer Sunday, Mason sat with his friends at the ice-cream shop. They were trying to escape the fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk heat. Mason absently moved his spoon in circles, watching his orange ice cream melt in the bottom of his bowl. How could he help save his mother’s restaurant? He kept stirring as he thought — until suddenly, he opened his eyes wide. “Oh, man, I’ve got it! I’ve got it! I’ve got it! Ice-cream soup!” Cold, sweet, and perfect for beating the summer heat — just what Mom’s restaurant needs!

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Paragraph 1: Mason rushed home, his mind racing with the possibilities of his new idea.

Paragraph 2: On the day of the launch, the Martins were nervous but hopeful.

88. 2025-2026学年第一学期江浙皖高中(县中)发展共同体高三年级10月联考英语学科试题

Every student at Oakridge High knew that Michael was struggling. His family had recently moved to a smaller apartment across town after his father was laid off from work. The financial pressures at home cast a shadow over everything he did.

Each morning, he arrived at Oakridge High wearing the same faded jeans and worn-out sneakers. Where he once participated eagerly in class discussions, he now sat in the back row, hoping to escape notice. He found himself staring blankly at the whiteboard, unable to focus. The numbers blurred together as worries about his family’s situation crowded his mind.

Mr. Evans, a teacher with twenty years of experience, recognized the signs immediately. After class, he asked Michael to stay for a moment. “I know you’re going through a difficult time,” Mr. Evans said, his voice filled with genuine concern. “But remember this: difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. The struggle you’re facing today is developing the strength you need for tomorrow.” He placed a reassuring hand on Michael’s shoulder. “This temporary setback doesn’t define you—it’s preparing you. I’ve seen your potential, and I believe in you even when you might not believe in yourself.”

Their after-school sessions became regular. He taught Michael how to break down complex problems into manageable steps—a strategy that applied not just to mathematics but to life’s challenges as well. Most importantly, he consistently emphasized Michael’s capabilities, rebuilding the confidence that had been eroded(侵蚀) by recent difficulties.

As weeks passed, Michael’s performance began to improve dramatically. He started arriving early for their sessions, often with questions prepared in advance. The frustration that once clouded his expression was replaced by determination. In class, he began raising his hand again, offering solutions to problems that challenged other students.

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Paragraph 1: The true test came with the annual mathematics competition.

Paragraph 2: After the award presentation, Michael went to Mr. Evans’s office.

89. 2025-2026学年第一学期浙南名校联盟十月联考英语学科试题卷

It’s my graduation day! The ceremony was to be held in a large auditorium downtown on a damp December afternoon. As I prepared for this important day, choosing a simple black dress and even putting on makeup — both unusual for me — my mind was occupied with anxiety rather than excitement.

Due to my neurological condition (神经系统疾病) that affected my mobility and coordination (协调性), the upcoming ceremony filled me with fear. I had learned that I would need to negotiate a flight of stairs during the proceedings. The mere thought of walking across the stage was terrifying enough, but the additional challenge of stairs seemed impossible. To make matters worse, I would have to shake hands with my professors and receive my diploma with my right hand, which has limited control due to my condition. These seemingly small details felt like impossible obstacles.

Consumed by fear, I called Sally in tears, telling her I couldn’t go through with it. She had been my notetaker throughout university because of my condition, but she was far more than that. We had been through many rough spots during the past two years. We took all our classes together, studied together, and edited each other’s work.

Sally listened patiently as I poured out my anxieties. Then, she responded with determined support. “You are walking, damn it!” she declared firmly. She promised to handle everything and made me promise to show up at the auditorium. Though still fearful, I splashed cold water on my tear-stained face, touched up my makeup, and whispered to myself, “I’m doing this.”

When I arrived at the auditorium, the reality of those frightening stairs hit me again. Just as panic began to seize me, Sally found me immediately. She hugged me tightly and assured me, “I have it all worked out. It’s going to be fine.” To my surprise, I noticed many of my classmates gathered nearby, their faces filled with warm smiles and encouraging nods. At this, I felt a surge of strength flowing through me, though I still couldn’t imagine how I would manage the challenges ahead.

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Paragraph 1: As my name was called, I took a deep breath and began moving toward the stage.

Paragraph 2: Walking down the stairs on the other side, I felt an overwhelming surge of pride.

90. 2025年10月「江南十校」新高三第一次综合素质检测英语学科试题卷

On the graduation day, there would be a ceremony (典礼), which was to be held in a large church downtown. I’d never visited. I chose a simple, black dress that would fit nicely under my robe (礼服). I even put on a bit of makeup for the occasion and I was getting ready. However, I heard about the stairs that I’d have to manage during my graduation accidentally. I decided that I couldn’t handle the pressure of steps. Walking across the stage was going to be scary enough. Thinking of the stairs I’d have to handle during my graduation, I felt depressed. I wasn’t able to climb the stairs without a ramp (斜坡). So I called Sally in tears and told her that I wasn’t going. Sally was a nice person who always helped me since I came to the university because I suffered a cerebral palsy (脑瘫). Hearing my fears, she knew I needed a good cry.

Sally told me she’d take care of everything. My breathing slowed, and I could feel my body again. At this time, I knew I had to sit quietly and let Sally work her plan, whatever that was. She made me promise that I’d be at the church soon.

An hour later, I arrived at the church and saw the stairs on both sides of the stage. I would walk up from one side, shake everyone’s hand, and then walk down the stairs on the other side to leave the stage. It wasn’t just the stairs I worried about; it was the handshake, too. My cerebral palsy gave me limited control over my right hand.

When I found Sally, she rushed over and hugged me. “I had it all worked out,” she said. “It’s going to be fine.” Now, thinking I would make it through, I felt better. However, when the staff started calling graduates up in order, I began to get nervous. My name was about to be called.

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Paragraph 1: Suddenly, I saw a staff member roll out a temporary ramp beside the steps.

Paragraph 2: I shook their left hands firmly.

91. 2025年10月浙江强基联盟高三联考英语试题

When I was ten, my parents told me we were going to China for our summer holiday. I was over the moon — I had only ever seen the Great Wall and the Forbidden City in books, and now I would actually get to walk through history!

For weeks, I imagined the towering palaces, the red-and-gold gates, and the stories hidden in every corner. Finally, the day arrived, and there I was, standing in the heart of Beijing, staring up at the most magnificent buildings I had ever seen.

The Forbidden City was even more incredible in real life. The golden roofs shone under the sun, the delicate carvings told silent tales of emperors and warriors, and the vast courtyards made me feel like I had stepped into a fairy tale. Every turn revealed something new — a dragon statue, a marble staircase, a hidden garden — and I couldn’t stop taking pictures, desperate to capture every detail. My parents laughed as I dragged them from one spot to another, insisting on yet another photo.

What struck me most were the colors. The imperial yellow of the rooftops against the deep red walls looked brighter than any picture could show. Even the stone pathways seemed to glow with centuries of footsteps. I remembered running my fingers along a carved marble railing, wondering how many hands had touched that same spot over six hundred years.

The place was packed with tourists, all murmuring in different languages, their faces filled with the same amazement as mine. Some pointed at the architecture, others posed for pictures, and a few just stood quietly, taking it all in. The energy was infectious — everyone seemed to feel the magic of this ancient place.

As the afternoon wore on, we followed the crowd toward the exit. The sea of people was overwhelming, and I, being small for my age, grasped my father’s hand tightly, afraid to get lost in the rushing crowd. The noise, the heat, and the excitement made everything feel like a blur — until suddenly, I looked down at the large hand I was holding — the wrong watch, the wrong-colored ring.

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Paragraph 1: My blood turned to ice.

Paragraph 2: There he was, just three people away.

92. 2025年湖北云学名校联盟高三年级10月联考英语试卷

The ancient oak tree in the school courtyard served as the traditional “memories bank”. On the final day of senior year, students gathered to bury time capsules — letters to their future selves. Mia stood among them, clutching her sealed envelope with a heavy heart. Unlike others filled with hopes and dreams, hers contained a painful confession (忏悔) she had carried for three long years.

Her mind flashed back to the science lab, where her curiosity had led to disaster. Reaching for the school’s antique microscope, she accidentally knocked it from the table. It broke into two parts. She quickly picked them up and put them together. At this moment, the door opened revealing Ben, a quiet classmate, with Mr. Davies behind him. Ben came to fetch the microscope for an experiment. Hardly had he touched the microscope when it split into two parts.

To Mia’s astonishment, Ben quietly claimed responsibility. “I was moving it and it slipped,” he murmured, accepting the teacher’s disappointment that should have been hers. Mia watched in guilty silence as he bore the blame she deserved.

Now, watching Ben place his own letter in the hole and offer her a sad smile, Mia held the envelope tightly in her hand. The breeze rustled the oak leaves like whispering voices. She looked from the freshly dug earth to Ben’s figure, wondering if burying her truth was truly how she wanted to end her high school story.

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Paragraph 1: Just as the dirt was about to cover the capsules, Mia suddenly stepped forward.

Paragraph 2: After telling the truth, Mia felt a light tap on her shoulder.

93. 2025年辽宁省大连市高二下学期期末考试英语

The spring I found Maheegun, it was a trembling baby wolf, letting out weak cries. Thankfully, my grandfather finally agreed to let me keep him. Maheegun and I soon became the best hunting partners. He was always circling around, squeaking low or jumping on me to show how much he loved me.

Soon Maheegun grew into a handsome black guy. One night, I was woken up by a series of loud, unbroken howls. The whole world seemed thrilled to the wild cries. Strangely, Maheegun sat still, ears pointed, listening. Slowly, he raised his head and let out a long and eager “Oooo-oo-owo-owooooo”. Then, from the distance, softer calls echoed back in reply. With the deep sounds of pleasure, Maheegun slipped out and made his way across the land. “He’s gone.” My grandfather whispered, “He belongs to nature. No man can change it.” I tried to tell myself it was all for the best, but it was hard to lose Maheegun.

For the next two years when I occasionally heard wolf cries from distant hills, I would wonder if Maheegun was still remembering me. It was not long before I found the answer.

Easter came early that year and I went to visit my grandpa on my own. I had not gone far before big flakes of snow began drifting down. The snow thickened fast and made a blanket of white darkness. I soon found I was lost. There was only one thing to do — camp for the night. I found a shelter, made a bed of branches and started a fire. Unexpectedly, the storm was even worse. It continued for another two days without any sign of ending. I began to get worried. Without rescue, I would be in danger.

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Paragraph 1: Suddenly, I heard a wild cry from outside, “Oooo-oo-owo-owooooo!”

Paragraph 2: After what seemed a long time, I spotted Maheegun again, this time Grandpa following behind.

94. 2026届大湾区普通高中毕业年级联合模拟考试英语

When I landed in a small town in New Zealand as an exchange student, I thought I was ready for everything — new faces, language barriers, strange social patterns and even homesickness. Still, the smallest things made me feel out of place.

Luckily, the Wilsons, my host family, did everything they could to help me settle in — driving me around, sharing meals, and even letting me use their kitchen when I missed Chinese food. With their warmth and support, everything seemed to fall into place.

But at school, small moments felt bigger than I’d imagined. In our first literature class, we discussed a Hemingway story. Everyone jumped in actively, while I struggled to speak up. My desk-mate encouraged me, “Next time, just speak up.” I nodded, forcing a bitter smile.

And just like that, I found myself in another cultural trap, Mrs. Wilson’s birthday dinner. At the table, I answered politely but kept mostly to myself. Mrs. Wilson noticed my silence and gently asked, “You alright, sweet girl? You’re so quiet tonight.” My face reddened. Was my silence seen as cold, rather than polite?

That night, restless and wide awake, I wondered if I needed to laugh louder, speak faster, or hide parts of myself just to feel I belonged. Questions flooded my mind, none with answers.

A few days later, our teacher announced there would be a Culture Festival next week. “You’ll prepare a stand to share your own culture — food, crafts, customs … anything meaningful. You can not only display your culture but also make it interactive, allowing people to try new things, learn traditional skills, or share stories and cultural symbols,” she said. The class lit up with excitement. I sat frozen, mind racing: how could I share my traditions in English? The thought made my stomach twisted(扭曲). Yet, I gathered myself with a deep breath and signed up. After that, I threw myself wholeheartedly into preparations, until the day finally came.

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Paragraph 1: At the Culture Festival, I stood behind my stand, nervous but ready.

Paragraph 2: From that day on, my world here started to change.

95. 2026届广州市高三年级8月阶段训练英语试题

“Stop it!” Mia said, throwing potato chips at him. As she did, the necklace (项链) around her neck moved a little. The necklace, made of shells(贝壳), was her most loved thing — a gift from Grandma before she passed away. Mia valued this necklace dearly. She remembered how Grandma had handpicked each shell during their last trip to the beach. “This round shell means patience,” Grandma had whispered stories while placing it around Mia’s neck. Right now, Mia needed all the patience she could get.

As the days went by, Mia found herself struggling less to keep her patience. Leo’s noisy habits, though still bothersome, didn’t seem as annoying as before. There were moments when she’d catch him making funny faces or dancing around to music only she could hear. She would roll her eyes, but deep down, a part of her smiled. One afternoon, while sitting together on the sofa, Leo shyly asked about the necklace. “Why do you love it so much?” he whispered. Mia then told him the story of Grandma and the special meaning of each shell. For a moment, Leo looked thoughtful, and Mia hoped he understood how much the necklace meant to her. She wished he would be more careful — but little did she know, that wish was about to be tested.

After a two-day summer camp, Mia came home and found Leo lying on her bedroom floor, her box turned over. “What are you doing?!” she shouted. Leo jumped. “I-I just wanted to see…” The necklace fell from his hand, and the string broke. The shells dropped to the floor like small white teeth, some of them broken into several parts.

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Paragraph 1: Mia’s heart sank.

Paragraph 2: The next morning, Mia was surprised to find a box on her desk.

96. 26届Z20第一次联考英语

Tom Perry concentrated hard. The rocket competition would begin shortly. He had never lost a contest, but that didn’t calm him. Being on top counted, and he pushed himself to remain there.

The other kids, however, rarely came over to him. No way was he going to let them ignore that he’d win again. Still, he often wondered: why didn’t winning make people like him better?

He opened his toolbox and began assembling(组装) his launch pad. Then he checked his rocket again. It looked perfect — especially compared to the others.

But one caught his eye. A thin boy named Ed lifted it carefully. Its paint shone in the sunlight, and its parts fit perfectly. His critical eye detected that this rocket could beat his.

“Nice rocket,” said the boy nervously. “Thanks,” Tom replied flatly, and then regretted it. “Where do you usually launch it? I’ve never seen you here.” “In the field behind my house.”

“You don’t care for these contests?”

“I never really thought about them. I keep pretty much to myself.”

The announcer explained the competition. Tom barely listened, his gaze constantly drifting to Ed’s rocket. Suddenly his heart did a leap — as Ed lifted the rocket to place it on the launch pad, his fin(翼) had caught against something, pulling it away from the fuselage (机身) — not enough to break it off, just enough to loosen it.

But Ed hadn’t noticed. He glanced back at Tom and gave a thumbs-up. Tom felt a surge of guilt but decided he wasn’t going to say anything. Anyway, it was up to Ed to keep checking his rocket.

Then the competition began. Most rockets gained respectable heights, while a few shot wildly. Tom watched, but the knowledge he had about what was wrong with their rockets soured within him. It was like something he had stolen.

“Ed Malovich will be our next contestant,” the announcer said, interrupting Tom’s daydream. Immediately Ed lifted his rocket and headed to the launch area.

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Paragraph 1: Without thinking, words flowed from Tom’s mouth, surprising even himself.

Paragraph 2: Minutes later, Ed’s rocket blasted skyward, shooting up as if unstoppable.

97. Z20+名校联盟(浙江省名校新高考研究联盟)2026届高三第二次联考

It was early January. After finishing her exams, Mira had returned to her hometown to spend some quiet days with her grandmother. The old woman had once been a legend — she’d worked as a tailor (裁缝), made dresses for half the village and saved enough to open her own shop.

Time had taken its toll. Now her eyesight had dimmed, her fingers trembled, but she was still that legendary woman who lived on her own terms. Whenever someone ladled (用勺子舀) soup into her bowl, she would push it away, murmuring, “I don’t need it. Save it for yourselves.” Every meal played out the same way. It broke Mira’s heart.

Actually, the family was doing well. There was plenty of food, plenty of love. So why did eating — a simple, everyday act — seem like a burden to her?

She tried reasoning with her, but the more she talked, the more Grandma resisted. Until one day, in a moment of frustration, she blurted out, “Grandma, you make me so sad when you act like this.” The old woman froze, then sighed. “I’m over seventy. I won’t be around much longer. It doesn’t matter how I eat.”

The words cut deep. Mira thought about taking her to a psychologist (心理医生) but knew she’d refuse. So she turned to an old companion, the AI.

The response came quickly. Grandma was refusing food because she felt like she no longer had a place in the family. The AI offered suggestions: Help her feel secure and needed.

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Paragraph 1: With AI’s assistance, Mira began her plan.

Paragraph 2: As meals became less of a battle, Mira decided to relight the sparkle in grandmother’s eyes.

98. 温州市普通高中2026届高三第一次适应性考试

With three little babies, I never took a break, completely ignoring any self-care. When I was too tired to make myself dinner, I’d just eat the kids’ leftover cereal (麦片粥). I thought this was a great plan to lose some weight and called it the “Cereal for Diet.” Back then, I knew nothing about nutrition. Of course, the Cereal for Diet failed, as did all my other attempts.

One day, after cleaning up all the mess my kids had made, I went out for a walk. I passed a gym. I looked away. Healthy people were there, but this was not me. While turning away, I saw an ad for a six-month fitness challenge. I continued my fast walk in the opposite direction, but that sign just stayed on my mind.

I still remember what finally motivated me to sign up for the challenge. It was a ten-minute period in which my son threw his spaghetti plate straight up, sending noodles and sauce flying everywhere. As soon as my husband got home, I said, “You’re in charge.”

I made a beeline for the gym, marched straight in and said, “Fix me.” And I was assigned a young and fit trainer, Emily. She asked what my goals were for the six-month challenge. At that moment, I was speechless. Noticing my embarrassment, Emily just handed me the heaviest weights I had in my life and said, “Okay, so in six months you will compete in a body-building show.” I tried explaining, “No, I don’t want to do a show. That sounds scary.” She ignored my fear, and we jumped into strict workouts and nutrition planning.

Over the next six months, Emily forced me to focus on myself — my wants and my needs. I learned to see food as strength and sweat as progress. I learned how to fuel my body instead of starving it, balancing proteins, carbs, and fats. Emily pushed me past my limits, correcting my form, timing my breaks, and cheering me on when I wanted to quit. I improved every day in the gym.

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Paragraph 1: One day, Emily handed me an application form.

Paragraph 2: Soon, I jumped into weeks of preparation.

99. 郑州市2026年高中毕业年级第一次质量预测

One day, I was sitting at the breakfast table with my five-year-old son, Mateo. I was still recovering from an operation. “Mom, let’s play,” Mateo looked at me and said. Trying hard to ignore the pain in my stomach, I shook my head and replied, “Not today, sweetie.” These days, getting out of bed was a real struggle for me. I longed for strength and happiness, yet the future seemed so hopeless.

All of a sudden, Mateo jumped up from where he was sitting on the kitchen floor. He shouted, “Bird” and then ran towards our courtyard. I looked in the direction he was looking and, sure enough, there was a white dove (鸽子) landing in a rubber tree. It stayed there for a little while and then flew away. It was quite odd because I’d never seen a white dove in our neighborhood before.

The next morning, I dragged myself into the kitchen. To my surprise, the dove was back, and this time it had a mate carrying some sticks. I pointed to the tree and said to Mateo, “Look, they’re going to build a nest.” Throughout the week, the doves flew in and out of the courtyard, building their nest on top of the rubber tree.

Mateo was extremely excited. Every morning, he would rush into the kitchen and stand by the sliding glass door. He would talk to the birds as they worked. His joy was influential. Although feeling sad, I couldn’t help but look forward to the doves’ visits.

However, things took a turn for the worse. The courtyard seemed like a safe place for a nest, but the rubber tree’s small branches were not stable at all. One night, a strong wind blew, and the doves’ nest was blown to the ground. I heard the small branches break.

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Paragraph 1: I realized that I should take some measures.

Paragraph 2: “Look! The birds have returned!” Mateo shouted.

100. 炎德·英才大联考长郡中学2026届高三月考试卷(一)

Amanda lived in a big modern city. Due to the rapid economic development, families from different backgrounds came here to find a better life. Amanda’s classmate and friend, Rose, was from one of those families.

One day after school, Amanda and Rose were chatting and Rose mentioned how much she missed her friends and hometown. “It is hard to leave,” Rose sighed, “but my family needed to be somewhere that was easier to make a living.” Holding Rose’s hands, Amanda encouraged her to share more. She knew Rose loved to sing and dance with her friends back in her hometown.

After learning about Rose’s story, Amanda started to notice more students like Rose in her school. For the first time, she realized that those students looked sad. Sometimes because of their different accents, they couldn’t communicate well with others, which made them always sit or stand silently at the back of the classroom.

“They are having a hard time. We should show them kindness and love!” she told her mother one day. Amanda asked her mother what she could do to help make them feel welcome. Amanda’s mother suggested, “What about using art? Maybe it will be easier to communicate through art.” Amanda thought for a while and nodded. Like her friend Rose, Amanda loved all forms of art, such as painting, singing, dancing, and performing, through which she could tell different stories about her family and her life.

The next day, Amanda went to the Activity Center in her school and proposed her plan for an art show. The officer thought it a great idea. Inspired and excited, Amanda set about her plan with several friends. At the Activity Center they filled a room with paper, paints and pencils. They even made a small stage! With everything ready, they invited all the new students in her school and Amanda encouraged them to share something special about their hometown in any art form. To Amanda’s surprise, no one responded.

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Paragraph 1: Amazingly, Rose stepped forward to break the ice.

Paragraph 2: Everything seemed to change after that art show.

101. 长郡中学2026届高三月考试卷(三)

Harry Caine retired from a local power company. After his retirement, he just wanted to do something for his community. One day, he spotted many abandoned bikes, which were gathering dust in the neighbouring garages. “Why not fix them up and give them to those needy?” he thought. So he posted a message to an online group in Homer, Alaska, offering to fix people’s bikes for free.

Soon some neighbors began to donate their abandoned bikes after their kids had outgrown them or adults had upgraded to new models. Then, in Harry’s tidy little garage, he set about working. Its inner walls lined with tools, the garage held a workbench and repair stand. Classic rock music often drifted from its open doors, a sign that Harry was working hard. After Harry’s highly skilled repairs, the donated bikes took on new looks and functioned very well.

One Saturday, Harry transported the first batch of six repaired bikes to a nearby food bank, a place that gave food to the poor. He camped out with his Free Bikes sign and waited to see whether the bikes were needed. Five minutes later, a little boy wearing worn-out clothes came up to Harry with a doubtful look, his eyes glued to a blue bike, “Is it really free?” the boy asked. “Yes. If you like it, it’s yours.” Harry answered joyfully. The boy beamed a broad smile. He briskly walked towards the blue bicycle. Then he touched its handle, pressed its bell, and explained how he had dreamed of owning one bicycle. Grinning with delight, Harry watched him pedal away and disappear in the distance. The following 30 minutes saw the remaining bikes ridden away, which gave him a sense of satisfaction.

As word of Harry’s project spread, neighbors admirably called him Uncle Harry, and they kept him busy with a steady supply of bikes, helmets and even locks. However, with more abandoned bikes flooding in, Harry had his hands full and the repairing work was more than he could deal with.

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Paragraph 1: Knowing Harry’s situation, a group of volunteers came to help him.

Paragraph 2: To match each bike with its new owner, Harry gathered their specific needs.

102. 2025~2026学年佛山市普通高中教学质量检测(一)

Sumi’s daughter Anna had always been called “Number 23.” Every time the school released exam results, Anna would always end up in 23rd position among 50 pupils. Always 23, regardless of topic or term. Every time Sumi heard that nickname, it caused her concern.

When Sumi stayed with her friends, their discussion nearly always turned to their children. You know how it goes — one parent discusses their child’s piano honors, another boasts about math olympiads or leadership responsibilities. While others were honoring these “great youngsters,” all Sumi could think about was Anna and her unpleasant nickname, Number 23.

Sumi had done everything to help Anna with school — hired professional tutors, bought fancy stationery, even packed brain food. And Anna tried. She gave up sketching, paper cutouts, and many others. She moved from one class to another, endlessly trying. But then the indicators started showing — she lost her appetite, couldn’t sleep, and sweated all the time. Eventually, she got terribly sick. That was when Sumi gave in. She stopped pressing and Anna bounced back to being the cheery little child they knew.

One day, Sumi and her friends went on a weekend trip with their families. During lunch, two kids got into a heated quarrel over a single slice of dessert. No one could calm them down. Then Anna stepped in. “Let’s flip (抛) a coin,” she said. Simple as that. Boom — problem solved. Everyone was astonished.

Later, on the journey back, they got delayed in traffic. The kids were getting restless. Anna? She started delivering jokes like a big sister. Even the adults laughed. Then she took the leftover candy boxes and started changing them into animals — paper elephants, lions, and birds. Before everyone said goodbye, she presented one to each youngster as a gift. The other parents were shining with appreciation. For the first time in years, Sumi felt something well up in her chest — pride.

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Paragraph 1: Not long after, Sumi got a phone call from Anna’s class teacher.

Paragraph 2: That afternoon, Ann a returned home, the Class Star certificate in hand.

103. 南京市、盐城市2025-2026学年度第一学期期末调研测试

As Ella managed to get through the fan zone area, she thought about Tom Masterton. He had the seat next to hers and each week, before and after the match, there was always time for a casual chat. Now, after long, drawn-out weeks without their beloved football, she was eager to share her new college life and catch up on Tom’s recent news.

His family didn’t share his love of the beautiful game, so he seemed happy to chat with Ella. He was proud of his children and grandkids, though, and lived in hope that, one day, Theo, his youngest grandson, might understand and come along.

At the entrance Ella opened her backpack for a security check. Two bars of chocolate sat on top ready for their big moment when, or if, it arrived. It had become sort of a rule that the two would eat a square each after every home goal.

Ella made her way to her seat, put down her backpack and looked at the empty space beside her. Usually her old friend would be ready and waiting, holding up his ancient mechanical watch as a joke when she arrived. It wasn’t like him to be late, which made her uneasy.

Just then, a young man edged past her and sat straight down in Tom’s seat. He side-eyed him, failing to find any sign to identify him as a home supporter. And he seemed quite uninterested that their team had just scored. He even stole a quick glance at Ella as if they had known each other.

Suddenly, a voice came from the ground announcer asking all supporters to stand and pay tribute (致敬) to a home supporter who had recently passed away. Ella froze in her seat—the tribute took place in the 76th minute and Tom was aged seventy-six. The club rose as one, clapping solidly for 60 seconds to show their appreciation for a long-time fellow supporter.

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Paragraph 1: Ella noticed tears were rolling down the young man’s cheeks.

Paragraph 2: Ella broke off a square of chocolate as usual and handed it to Theo.

104. 2026年大连市高三双基模拟考试

When Mark, a software engineer from Chicago, first arrived in Chengdu to lead a joint project, he prided himself on his cultural adaptability. He had read the guidebooks and even learned basic Chinese greetings. However, nothing prepared him for a dramatic and confusing Chinese dinner bill fight.

On a Friday evening, Mark invited two Chinese colleagues(同事), Li Wei and Director Zhang, to a hotpot dinner to celebrate the completion of a project. Since it was a casual outing, Mark had planned to go Dutch (split the bill), the standard and fair practice in Chicago.

The meal was fantastic, and the atmosphere was warm, filled with laughter and toasts to future success. As the meal wound down, Mark signaled the waiter over and asked him for the bill, intending to split the cost equally and pay his own share. Seeing this, Li Wei and Director Zhang exchanged surprised glances and practically leaped from their chairs. What followed was a scene of chaos that genuinely alarmed Mark. Both colleagues were physically blocking him from the waiter. And each of them was trying to pay for the dinner.

“No, no, no! Mark! You are a guest in China. It’s my treat!” Li Wei insisted, his hand grabbing Mark’s arm with surprising strength. And Director Zhang, usually a quiet man, shouted loudly, “You are in Chengdu, my hometown. I should pay!” He already stuffed the money into the waiter’s hand.

Mark felt a rush of confusion and annoyance. In America, financial independence is a virtue, and if someone pays for you, they seem to look down upon you.

“Stop!” Mark said, his voice a little louder than he intended. The table went quiet. “Each pay his own way. OK?” Then he threw his share on the table heavily. His colleagues froze, looking awkward. The ride home was silent— Mark had finally followed his own way, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had lost something important.

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Paragraph 1: The next day, Mark asked Li Wei, “Why were you and Director Zhang so aggressive(强势) last night?”

Paragraph 2: Weeks later, to celebrate another project’s completion, the three went out for dumplings.

105. 济南市2026届高三第一次模拟考试

For years, Nick spent every free moment on his skateboard, riding through the streets, practicing tricks, and laughing with friends. Skateboarding had always been his favorite sport and lifelong passion, and his love of skating helped him build a community where he truly belonged.

Everything changed one day when Nick was suddenly paralysed (瘫痪的) by Guillain-Barré syndrome (GBS), a rare condition where the nervous system got attacked. What started as a sore muscle in his leg quickly turned into a medical emergency. He spent 13 weeks in intensive care at a hospital and seven months in recovery. Everything that once felt natural had to be learned all over again, like moving, standing, or even lifting his hands.

Being unable to skateboard during this long recovery left Nick deeply frustrated. Suddenly losing that part of himself made the days feel heavier. Learning about his struggle, Riseup, a local nonprofit organization dedicated to helping people rebuild their lives after illness, began checking in on him regularly. Volunteers brought updates from the skate scene, shared small stories to keep his spirits up, and guided him through exercises to regain strength and mobility. Their steady presence gave him the courage to recover with determination and he was slowly recovering some of his strength and mobility.

One quiet afternoon, while trying to distract (分心) himself, Nick explored Etsy, an online marketplace for handmade goods and noticed that many people were selling wooden sculptures they had carved themselves. Their colorful shapes caught his attention and awakened something inside him. With his old wooden boards piled in a corner at home and his desire to stay connected to skateboarding still strong, he suddenly imagined turning those worn-out boards into artwork. The volunteers, aware of his new idea, encouraged, “Go for it! Those boards have stories; make something out of them. And we’ll be here to help.”

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Paragraph 1: Nick soon started experimenting.

Paragraph 2: With the money he earned, Nick chose to give back.

106. 2026届A10联盟高三上学期9月学情诊断

Justin Dudley, a 48-year-old single father from Maine, had long struggled with obesity. At his heaviest, he weighed 343 pounds and wore size XXXXL clothing. The “fast-food addict” says he followed every meal with dessert—and that he once spent $500 a month on snacks like ice cream, chips, and candy. “I always hated having my photo taken, and if I had to be in a group picture, I would always stand at the back,” said the father.

In April 2024, Dudley decided enough was enough. The single dad’s only son, Ethan, would graduate from high school that spring. Dudley realized he didn’t want to be remembered as the dad who was always ashamed of how he looked. Determined to make a change, he started eating only during certain hours of the day and limited himself to 1,200 calories, drinking tea or black coffee until dinner. He also started doing home workouts. With fierce discipline, Dudley began shedding pounds—22 in the first month, and another 20 the next.

The graduation day was approaching. Although Dudley had lost weight, he still felt self-conscious about his appearance. He continued to avoid cameras, but he was proud to be there for Ethan. His son, in turn, told him how proud he was of his father’s progress. That encouragement gave Dudley the motivation to keep going.

Over time, Dudley lost a total of 180 pounds. He now spends only $300 a month on healthy food. More importantly, he gained confidence and a new outlook on life. He now looks at old photos with disbelief and pride, knowing how far he’s come.

Dr. Jason Fung, a health expert, says that success lies in consistency. “It’s not easy,” he said, “but building it into a habit can make all the difference.” Dudley’s transformation wasn’t just about weight—it was about reclaiming his life and showing his son that it’s never too late to change. [1, 2]

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Paragraph 1: Finally, the big day came—Ethan was graduating.

Paragraph 2: Looking ahead, Justin has ambitious plans.

107. 2026届全国九五高中协作体高三上学期开学质量检测

Here are hundreds of moose (驼鹿) in Alaska’s Denali National Park but given that the park covers 9,492 square miles, the likelihood of encountering a moose is pretty low. I was with my family on a summer vacation, taking a roughly 40-mile bus tour into Denali National Park. The scenery was breathtaking and, as our guide suggested, maybe it’s just as well not to get our hopes up about seeing a moose, because our visit happened to be at the time of year that the animals were typically in an aggressive (好斗的) mood.

Moose aren’t carnivorous (食肉动物), but they’ll charge at, kick or step on anything fiercely they sense a threat. With a threatening moose, the advice from the Alaska Department of Fish and Game is “run and get behind something solid, like a tree.” Our guide said that just the week before, she and her dog encountered an anxious, massive moose — they can weigh well over 1,000 pounds — and eventually had to hide in a neighbor’s greenhouse.

My wife and two teenagers were longing to get out and experience stretches of Denali on foot, so we got off the bus. We were about two-thirds of the way up the Mount Healy Overlook Trail when my younger teenager announced that he wanted to observe some unusual plants a few feet off the trail. I figured I’d better not let him get out of sight — not a matter of precognition (先知) so much as thinking it was best to keep an eye on anyone who was off a trail in the wild. The ground was soft, absorbing the sound of footsteps.

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Paragraph 1: Just a few moments after his departure, I saw it, about 10 meters away, a moose!

Paragraph 2: To our great relief, the moose lost interest and wandered off.

108. 九五高中协作体2026届高三年级10月质量检测(九五联考)

The corner of 71st Street and Prospect was my corner. Nobody else seemed to want it, anyway. Most people looked at it and said there was nothing there, just an empty land. But they weren’t looking hard enough. My corner was like a wide-open treasure box.

Some days, when my sisters were chasing each other, and my brothers were yelling, and I felt like the walls of our apartment were about to burst, I ran down to my corner. I forced through the tall grass. Butterflies scared up at my feet. I was careful not to step on the flowers that grew here. If I was really quiet, the birds went on about their business all around me. I sat down, closed my eyes and listened to their songs. The grass smelled clean and fresh. The sun warmed my skin, and I wondered why I was the only one who was thankful for this place.

One evening, Mama said, “Tia, the city wants to pave over that corner of yours and turn it into a parking lot. It is in the paper today.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Not my corner, Mama! It’s ours! They couldn’t do that!”

“They could and they would,” said Mama, “unless somebody stands up against it and say no.”

“It just needs some cleaning up, that is all. How come they couldn’t see that?” I ran to my room and slammed the door. From my window, I could see my corner. Where would the birds and butterflies go when it was all blacktop and concrete? Mama knocked softly at the door and stepped in.

“Tia, you see something in that corner that most people don’t. You get to make them see what you see. Make some noise about it. Your siblings (兄弟姐妹) and I will back you up—no one ever got any place by sitting back.”

That night, I was thinking about what Mama had said to me. In my heart, I knew she was right. I had to do something. Without hesitation, I painted a big cardboard with NO PARKING LOT! SAVE OUR NATURE! in large letters.

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Paragraph 1: Early the next morning, I dragged the cardboard down to the corner.

Paragraph 2: Late that night, when I was with my siblings, Mum stormed in, “The corner stays ours!”

109. 南宁市2026届第一次摸底测试

“How did tryouts go, Shayna?” Mom asked after school.

“Terrible,” I said. “Kristie got Cinderella’s part!”

“What part did you get?” Mom asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“None,” I whispered, fighting back tears. I ran to my room and started drawing in my sketchbook. Drawing always makes me feel better.

The next day, Kristie was in high spirits yet couldn’t hide her nervousness, constantly begging me to accompany her to the rehearsal (排练). I sighed but finally agreed, knowing she needed the support. Upon arriving at the concert hall, Ms. Carson handed out script (剧本) copies to the actors. I sat in the third row, wishing I were in my room drawing. At that moment, Ms. Carson moved a brown cardboard piece onto the center of the stage, which had small windows and doors on it. My eyes stayed glued to that poor set. When the music started, Kristie and the actor playing the prince began dancing.

After the rehearsal, Ms. Carson praised them. Kristie looked at the cardboard castle, clearly dissatisfied with the simple sets, wondering when they would get the real sets. Ms. Carson explained that these were the actual sets, as there was no art teacher at the school this year.

Then Kristie and I walked outside. I praised her for her wonderful performance, thinking that the audience would surely love the play. “Thanks,” Kristie said. “But did you see the sets?” I hesitated, and then said slowly, “Maybe there’s something I can do — along with many fellow art-loving students.”

That night, I kept drawing, late into the night. My pencil moved on the paper, and I only saw the lines I was making. I thought only about my drawing and nothing else. Every time, I changed something: a bigger castle, a prettier carriage with wheels. The next morning, I stuffed my sketchbook into my backpack and hurried to Ms. Carson.

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Paragraph 1: My heart was pounding as I knocked on Ms. Carson’s office door.

Paragraph 2: Eventually, opening night arrived.

110. 哈尔滨市2023级高二学年第二学期学业质量检测

When Ursula Bannister, a 79-year-old experienced hiker, decided to make her annual solo trip to High Rock Lookout last August, she never expected the terrible turn her day would take. This time, as she went down the steep(陡峭的) 3.2-mile trail (小路), her foot caught in a hidden hole, and she fell forward. Sharp pain spread through her leg, and she knew it was broken.

Lying on the ground, she cried out for help. Before long, a stranger soon approached and called 911. They were told a search and rescue team would arrive in five hours. Desperate for pain relief, Ursula asked if anyone had painkillers, but no one did.

Just then, a young man, Troy May, appeared. Without hesitation, Troy, an Air Force airman, offered to carry Ursula down the trail. Wearing cowboy boots, Troy soon got blisters(水疱) on his feet, but a passer-by selflessly gave him shoes. A couple on the trail also joined in to help. One, a physical therapist(治疗专家) carefully bandaged(包扎) Ursula’s foot and made a makeshift splint (夹板), and the other, an occupational therapist patiently helped her with breathing exercises to help calm her.

During the long hike down, they talked with Ursula, learning about her life in Germany and her move to the US in 1959. Their stories and jokes distracted her from the pain. Finally, they reached the parking lot. Troy drove Ursula to the hospital, where she learned she had three fractures(骨折) in her leg. The medical team was impressed by the splint and said it had reduced further damage.

Ursula spent a week waiting for the swelling to go down before surgery. Now, with 11 screws(螺丝钉) in her leg, she is deeply grateful to Troy and the others who helped her. They regularly check on her recovery, and a warm, new friendship has formed among them. [6, 7]

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Paragraph 1: A few months later, as the holiday season approached, Ursula wanted to express her gratitude.

Paragraph 2: Troy, along with the other helpers, gathered at Ursula’s home.

111. 四川省2025—2026学年高三一轮复习阶段性测评

It was in the year 2016 that I made friends with Bindu who would give direction to my life.

To prepare for Diwali, one of the most important and widely celebrated festivals in my home country, I was busy enjoying the task of cleaning along with my younger sister in the shop of my family. Suddenly, the door bell rang. I opened the door only to find myself attracted by the beauty of a lady in a red cotton dress with a black border. She had extremely good features. Without a second thought I complimented her by saying, “You are a very beautiful lady,” I welcomed her and asked what her name was. She replied, “I am Bindu.” After a happy conversation between two girls, Bindu shared her contact details and address and left.

The Diwali day had finally arrived. I told my mom that I was going to meet Bindu at her place that afternoon. My mother agreed but told me to go home early.

I was given a warm welcome at Bindu’s place. The welcome smile especially made me feel at home. Bindu said it was for the first time that “normal people” other than government community people (they helped the poor) came to their society to visit a friend.

Our endless talk continued. I noticed, throughout our conversation, Bindu hadn’t said a single negative word. She didn’t discuss her sorrow, struggle and problems. Through the visit, I felt a positive atmosphere. Then I realized words could make a powerful impact on a person’s life. After that moment I would avoid negative words while interacting with people. Days passed by and our companionship grew stronger. Whenever I felt stressed at work, I called Bindu. Her powerful words motivated me.

Those days I was staying in Udaipur, searching for a new room. Finally, I selected two rooms, but because of my divorce (离婚) (In my home country, women, especially divorced women, are always looked down upon), landowners refused to provide the room. I was totally frustrated.

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Paragraph 1: I decided to call my friend Bindu and share my experience with her.

Paragraph 2: Holding back doubts, I bravely continued my search.

112. 大湾区2024-2025学年高二年级第二学期期末统一测试

Eddie lived in a friendly town filled with music. Sharing the same passion for music, Eddie formed a band, The Stars, with his childhood friends Luis and Ruben.

One day, they received a letter inviting them to a local music festival a month away. Excited, they decided to practise separately every day and then together once a week. But deep down, Eddie worried about their show because of Ruben, the guitarist. Although Ruben was a quick learner, he didn’t like to practise on his own at home. As a result, he often made a lot of mistakes due to lack of practice. This was a big problem for the band.

One week later, as scheduled, they gathered at the drummer Luis’s house for group practice. But they had only played a few lines when Ruben started making mistakes. “Sorry. I … I just …” Ruben tried to make an excuse.

“You just haven’t been practising again. You are always like this! We need to practise more; we are running out of time.” Luis’s face turned red with anger. Ruben also shouted back. Both boys stood locking eyes, full of tension. Eddie broke up the argument and calmed them down. He turned to Ruben, asking why he didn’t play at home. “I don’t like to play music on my own,” Ruben confessed (坦白). “My guitar sounds lonely by itself. You know I have trouble focusing on things.”

That night, Eddie’s father asked how band practice was going. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Eddie told him what had happened, saying they were considering replacing Ruben. His dad listened quietly, and then offered a simple suggestion, “Instead of practising the same song alone, why not figure out what helps Ruben focus?” Not wanting to lose Ruben as a band member or as a friend, Eddie began to think about it. [9, 10]

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Paragraph 1: Suddenly an idea struck Eddie.

Paragraph 2: The day of the music festival finally arrived.

113. 26年1月常州高三上学期期末考

I still remember the Provincial Handicraft (手工匠) Works Competition like it was yesterday. That day, I woke up with my heart pounding, holding my backpack tightly to my back as I rode to the venue. Inside were the materials for a homemade hand-woven bamboo birdcage with a separable feeding wooden dish. I had practised for months: splitting bamboo strips (竹条) to uniform thickness, weaving (编织) them into delicate patterns, and polishing every surface to a smooth finish. I only needed to repeat the process in the competition. It was my only shot at proving myself — until my bike tripped over a stone halfway there.

The case fell to the road, unfortunately run over by a passing car. When I opened it, my stomach dropped: bamboo strips broken, the rattan cord (藤条) in a mess, the carved wooden feeding disk split into two pieces. I sank onto the sidewalk, hot tears burning my eyes. All the hope was gone in an instant. By the time I dragged myself into the competition hall, I was a mess, seating myself in a corner, feeling helpless and frustrated.

That’s when Liam found me. I’d always known him as the quiet guy in the back of the handicraft class, the one who never missed a deadline and excelled every woodcarving and weaving project. His family’s situation wasn’t a secret — his dad’s leg injury, his mom working two jobs — and I knew how badly he needed the scholarship from this competition. So when he knelt down beside me, his voice soft, I thought he was just here to offer a few comforting words.

I was wrong. He pulled out from his case some bamboo strips, some rattan cord, and a small block of polished wood. “When Professor Hayes helped me out of trouble during the preparation a few days ago, he told me to pay kindness forward,” he said.

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Paragraph 1: I stared at him, disbelief washing over me.

Paragraph 2: Thankful and also curious, I went to see Liam the second day.

114. 26年1月德州高三期末考

The sun was high in a cloudless sky. Birds sang. It was a perfect day to be out playing with friends. The problem was, we’d only been in town two months so I hadn’t made any friends.

Now, here I was, stuck with my baby brother John and Mary, the new sitter. Boring! Just then, the phone rang. I hopped up to answer it.

“Hi, Lou. It’s Alicia.”

“I call to invite you over to my house this afternoon. We can read in my study, would you come?”

Heart racing, I couldn’t wait to give a definite “Yes!”, picturing the big ocean of books Alicia once mentioned. I held my breath.

“Alicia, I can come. What time?”

“One o’clock?”

“Great. See ya then.”

I chose my outfit very carefully: My best shorts, clean T-shirt and brand-new shoes. I left early, lost in daydreams of becoming Alicia’s friend. We were a lot alike. We both loved to read. Our hands were the first up to answer questions. I just knew we could be best friends — if we had a chance.

Several blocks later, across the highway, I saw the big shining windows. Now all I had to do was cross four lanes of traffic. I surely hoped I wasn’t late!

Her house was surrounded by big old trees. The cool shade felt wonderful. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. No one answered. No one came to the door! I couldn’t believe it. Had I heard Alicia wrong? Didn’t she say today? Why would she invite me and leave? I sat on the front steps and waited and waited. It got later and later. No Alicia! Nobody came!

I sat there with my head in my hands, growing more disappointed and confused by the minute. I was kind of ashamed. I’d been so hungry for a friend that I’d fallen for her mean trick.

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Paragraph 1: When I got home, Mary told me that Alicia’s parents had just called.

Paragraph 2: The next day I went on the road to hospital.

115. 26年1月惠州二调英语

Last week, frozen cookie dough (面团) helped me in repairing a neighborhood conflict.

It all began when a new neighbor, a college student, moved in across the street. He unloaded a set of cornhole boards (袋板球游戏) from a truck and placed them on his front yard. I knew those boards were for “cornhole,” an outdoor game where you throw bags at a hole on the opposite boards. But the sight of the boards brought back bad memories for me. Years ago, my husband and I lived near the university, where the sounds of cheering crowds and loud music lasted late into the night and early morning. We finally moved to a quieter part of town at great expense to escape the noise.

I had inherited rage (暴怒) and struggled to change. I went to the doctor, which helped soften it, but it was still inside me like a volcano. Occasionally, it explodes, and I say things I regret. The best way I repair damage is with food — gifting homemade soup, bread, or treats. I had seen how this could open a hurt heart. Of course, I’d rather not hurt anyone.

Now, seeing those boards through my kitchen window, those frustrating memories and anger rushed back. I marched over, knocked, and demanded their removal due to the noise the game would create. I expected an apology. Instead, he met my anger with his own: “Who are you? What gives you the right to make such a ridiculous demand?” His refusal to apologize angered me more. I yelled things that shocked me. My husband, seeing the cornhole boards and predicting my reaction, pulled me away as I told the young man it wasn’t over.

The rest of the day, I still felt angry. However, the next morning, I awoke ashamed. I questioned why I messed things up again, and why I couldn’t control my anger. I recalled how I’d hurt others before — like a friend and my son — and how I’d used food to apologize.

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Paragraph 1: I remembered the frozen cookie dough I’d saved in the fridge.

Paragraph 2: A few seconds later, the student opened the door.

116. 26年1月扬州高三上学期期末英语试题

It took only seconds to realize what had happened. My car had been hit by another vehicle as I was starting to exit the underground parking garage near my office.

When I got out to speak with the man who had just hit my car, he asked if I was okay. He looked quite concerned and started to apologize, his voice trembling slightly. “I am so sorry, ma’am. Are you okay?” To be truthful, I didn’t know what to say.

Not wanting to get into an argument with this stranger, I suggested we exchange our insurance information. Neither of us was injured, and the damage wouldn’t prevent us from driving our cars. I told the man my plan was to stop at the nearby police station to file a report and suggested he do the same.

While driving to the police station, I kept thinking about my bad luck that some ignorant guy sped down the lane behind the building where I parked my car. We both arrived. I complained about the accident to the police officer who was filing the report. Then the officer walked out to the parking lot with us to take a look at the damage to my car.

“Doesn’t look too bad, lady. Please come and collect the accident report in three days,” he said. Annoyed over the sudden trouble, I claimed $100 for the discomfort and inconvenience it caused. To my surprise, the man handed me the money without any protest. Before leaving, he murmured, “I hope you’re okay. Sometimes small accidents have hidden impacts. Reach out to me if you need anything else.”

Still angry the next day, I ignored the messages he sent me inquiring about my physical health. This anger went on for a couple of days until I received the official report informing us of the “Rules of the Road” related to exiting a parking garage. As drivers exiting the parking garage should give way to vehicles on the main road, I was found to be at fault. Besides, the police investigation proved that the guy did not exceed the speed limit. Recalling what I had done, I felt so ashamed.

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Paragraph 1: I told myself that I must do something.

Paragraph 2: The next afternoon, I arrived at the appointed cafe in advance.

117. 山东名校考试联盟 2025 年 10 月高三年级阶段性检测

Sylvia Murray, a retired nurse, lived for twenty-two years in a small, well-kept house that was the pride of the neighborhood. Her Saturdays followed a cherished routine: she would edge the lawn with precision, nurture her bright rose bushes, and ensure every window box overflowed with colorful blooms. Neighbors often paused on their walks to compliment the tidy garden, and Sylvia beamed with a quiet, profound pride, for this small plot of land was her masterpiece, proof of her care and dedication.

Then, illness and disability gradually stole the strength required to bend, lift, and mow. The unstoppable march of nature took over: grass crept over the sidewalk, wild shrubs (灌木丛) pressed against the front windows, and a thick blanket of leaves gathered in corners she could no longer reach. Each messy day deepened Sylvia’s shame, as the garden that once symbolized her independence now stood as a very public reminder of her decline.

Seeing Sylvia’s struggle with both pride and loneliness, Jenny, a close companion of her, decided to act. She wrote a short, honest post on a local community page. It explained Sylvia’s situation, her embarrassment, and included photos of the overgrown yard. The post was a gentle request, asking if anyone could spare an hour, tools, or hands to help. The message was quickly understood by many, its honesty moving dozens of neighbors, and comments of support began to multiply.

Among the replies was a response from the Riverside Youth Volunteers, a local teen service group. Their leader, Johnny, immediately forwarded the post to the team’s chat. Despite the fact that Sylvia’s street was a 15-20 minute drive for most of them, everyone agreed without hesitation. They quickly held a planning meeting, borrowed extra power tools from the community center, and arranged carpools (拼车) for the upcoming weekend, determined to restore the dignity the post so clearly described. With everything ready, they set out for Sylvia’s house the next Sunday.

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Paragraph 1: Johnny and his teammates stood on Sylvia’s doorstep, tools in hand.

Paragraph 2: As the work progressed, the yard transformed piece by piece.

118. 浙江省新阵地教育联盟2026届第一次联考

A Hug to Stop a Bank Robber

“Hmm,” Michael Armus muttered to himself. He’d just set foot into the bank, and felt the tension. “Something’s not right.”

It was a sunny morning, and the 69-year-old retired painter was there to deposit a check. Normally, whenever Michael visited, he’d be greeted loudly from the tellers, with whom he loved to share his jokes.

But today, none of the tellers acknowledged him. Nor did the bank’s manager, who sat at his desk with his head down and seemed to be whispering into his telephone. As Michael approached the teller windows, he noticed the three employees had similar worried looks on their faces.

Michael looked to his left and noticed a man at another window with his T-shirt pulled up to partially conceal his face. “This is a robbery.” thought Michael. He heard the man say, “I don’t want to hurt anybody.” Minutes earlier, the man had passed a note to the teller demanding cash and saying he had a gun. Michael looked again and the man’s shirt had dropped a bit, exposing more of his face. “I’ve seen this guy!” thought Michael. He recognized the would-be robber as someone he’d passed several times on a street corner praying for those who were in misery. Suddenly, instead of being frightened, Michael felt compassion for him, and a thought popped into his head, “Maybe I can help.”

He walked over to the man, 43-year-old Eric, and calmly asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you have a job?” Startled, Eric looked at Michael and exclaimed, “There is nothing in this town for me. Nothing!” Then, tears streamed down his face. Michael sensed the despair in the man’s voice, as if he were ready to throw his life away. It reminded him of his own struggles and how getting a second chance had once saved him, stirring a powerful urge to help. He knew the tellers were terrified, and he wanted to get Eric out of the bank.

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Paragraph 1: So he patted Eric on the shoulder and said, “Let’s go outside and talk about this.”

Paragraph 2: Just then, the police appeared and shouted, “Freeze!”

119. 深圳中学2026届高三年级第一次摸底考试

One early afternoon when I finished the day’s work inside the children’s library, an editor of a regional magazine called me.

Besides my job in the library, I was a part-time writer. I was so part-time that I would never have called myself a writer, even though many of my poems had been published in literary magazines across Canada. A few months ago, I noticed that this particular regional magazine occasionally published poetry, so I took a chance and sent them a letter along with some of my best poems for their consideration.

The instant I picked up the phone, the editor greeted me excitedly, “Hello Carol! I received your letter and I was wondering if you might be interested in reviewing books for us. You’ll have a month to write your review, and we do pay.”

Reviewing books? I had never written a review before, at least not the kind that would appear in a magazine with many readers. Sure, I had written short and enthusiastic summaries of books in the library to engage our users with newly acquired titles, but they were always positive assessments since I only focused on books I liked. This request was something entirely different.

Could I do it? I questioned whether I had the skills and the right to review others’ work. After all, I was only an occasional poet and library assistant. My spirits sank when they didn’t even mention my poetry; instead, they wanted me to review someone else’s writing.

“I have a novel here. It’s by a well-known author. Would you like me to send it to you?” the editor asked. Suddenly, my heart whispered, “You can do it and say ‘yes’ now!” “Yes,” I then said. The book arrived soon. I felt anxious. Again, my heart said, “Take it one step at a time. First, read the book.” So, I did. I read it carefully and discovered I enjoyed the story.

Now what? I sat at my computer, with fingers frozen. “Think! Think! Think! What are you going to say?” I whispered and remained still for several minutes. [2, 3]

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Paragraph 1: “Just start writing down anything.” I told myself.

Paragraph 2: It wasn’t long before the editor replied.

120. 湖北省2025-2026学年度上学期高三八校10月月考

Selective Memories

My daughter Heidi ran around the backyard in the summer sunshine, being her usual silly three-year-old self. She noticed the large gallon glass jar that was filled with water and tea bags. She went over and sat down on the top of the closed lid(罐盖). It seemed like a nice little seat, just her size. But the hot jar immediately broke into a thousand pieces of glass.

Heidi screamed as she hit the concrete. She stood up and displayed a small but deep cut on the back of her leg. Blood poured out of the cut. We were off to the emergency room in a matter of minutes. I tried to calm Heidi as she sat crying softly while we waited for help. After a long wait, we were taken into a small room, and Dr. Anderson came in.

He was very calm and friendly. He talked about his grandchildren and told Heidi a silly joke as he examined her injury. He said the cut was pretty deep but not too bad. He put Heidi at ease, and she seemed to hardly notice when he gave her a shot and stitched her up(缝合). After he bandaged Heidi’s leg, he left for a minute and returned with a clean rubber surgical glove. He blew it up like a balloon, tied it, and used a pen to draw a chicken face on it, like the glove was a chicken head and the thumb of the glove was the chicken’s beak (鸟喙). Heidi laughed and played with her new chicken toy for the next few days until it finally deflated (瘪掉).

Fast forward thirty years. Beautiful adult Heidi and the family were sharing memories at a holiday dinner, and we talked about the jar accident. I shared what I knew to be the truth: broken glass, Heidi screaming, blood, long waiting-room wait, etc. At this point, Heidi looked at me, genuinely surprised.

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Paragraph 1: “Oh, Mom,” she said, “that’s not what happened at all.”

Paragraph 2: Inspired by her words, I started to see things differently.

121. 湖北省武汉市部分重点中学2024-2025学年高二下学期期末联考

My childhood was all about the pursuits I had attempted, most of which had been chosen by Mom. She was like, “Join the swim team, Tara. Your sister is a good swimmer; surely you will be, too.” What she refused to acknowledge, however, was that I was visibly afraid of water.

Every Saturday I begged Mom not to make me go to the swim meet, but had little chance of success. That said, with a bang of the starting gun, I would dive into the cold water with all my strength and swim to the other side of the pool as fast as I could, only to find that the other swimmers slid past me. I would have given it up if I had not heard my father’s encouraging shouts to cheer me on. When at last my hand would grab the edge of the pool, he would always be there with a warm, dry towel, telling me how proud he was of my desperate efforts.

Then came a turning point in my life the day our school orchestra(管弦乐队) visited my class, and gave a demonstration. The drums annoyed me. The flutes(笛子) bored me. But the violin…ah, the violin. It made the sweetest sound I’d ever heard! My heart was dancing along with its flowing tune. For the first time in my life, I went so wild with joy.

One evening I’d been out to dinner. Since it wasn’t dark yet after the meal, I decided to walk home from the restaurant. I had traveled that way before, yet I had never noticed that old little violin shop. But that night I felt drawn to it. I wiped the dirt from the window to get a better look inside. Several violins hung from the dark walls, quietly waiting to be chosen. As my eyes rested on them, my heart began to race.

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Paragraph 1: I knew it was time to tell my parents what I truly wanted to pursue.

Paragraph 2: I began practicing the violin with great passion to join the school orchestra.

122. 湖北省腾云联盟2025-2026学年度上学期10月联考

Dee, my best friend, and I were both nominated (提名) for the National Junior Honor Society. For every student in our school, becoming a member was the biggest dream. Now, we were only one step away.

That weekend, Dee and I sat together in the library, filling out the application forms. We both worked hard to prove we possessed all the required qualities: scholarship, leadership, service, and character. I wrote about the effort I put into my honors math and science classes. He listed his experience of baking cookies to raise money for the community. We poured our hearts into those applications, convinced that we would pass this test —— together.

The next day, we submitted the paperwork to the advisor and tried to put it out of our minds.

Months later, a letter arrived. I tore it open, only to feel a sharp stab (刺痛) of disappointment. They had not chosen me. At that very moment, I saw Dee rushing toward me from a distance, his face lit up with a bright smile, a letter in his hand. I knew immediately that his news was the opposite of mine. Without a second thought, I turned away. I knew he wanted to share his joy and had probably even planned for us to celebrate together. But I just couldn’t face him.

That afternoon, I stepped off the school bus without even a glance or a goodbye to Dee. I hurried home, handed the letter to my mom, and finally let the tears roll down my cheeks. How could the world be so unfair? I was completely blinded by my own anger and disappointment.

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Paragraph 1: From that day on, I didn’t talk to Dee.

Paragraph 2: Mom talked with me a week later, pointing out Dee wasn’t the one to blame.

123. 湖南省2026届高三九校联盟第一次联考

With every step I took, my legs shook like a baby deer’s, their power gone after climbing the rocky path for hours. My mind was full of bad thoughts. You are too heavy and weak and silly for even trying this impossible climb. The worries had begun long before when I first joined this trip, back when I was still happy about six months without drinking. My advisor had said this might be too hard, but I wanted to show I could change my life.

Now, standing on this dangerous mountain side, all that hope seemed foolish. The thin air made breathing difficult, and my uncomfortable shoes already hurt my feet. I watched jealously as the other twenty-eight climbers, mostly skilled walkers much younger than me, moved up the path easily. Their happy calls to each other only made me feel more alone.

During our first break, one leader quietly talked to me. “Your bag is too heavy,” he said, looking at my full backpack. But it wasn’t just the bag’s weight slowing me down. It was years of mistakes, broken words, and lost friendships that I’d stupidly thought I could forget at the mountain’s bottom.

As night came at camp, I stayed awake hearing the others sleep, my body hurting from tiredness. The freezing cold made my old knee problem worse, and whenever I tried to rest, I imagined falling down the rocky hill. Now, just an hour into the final climb, my eyes couldn’t see clearly from tiredness and held-back tears. The leader watched me, looking worried, but I couldn’t face him.

Sarah, the trip planner, appeared like a dream in the early morning darkness. When I weakly said I wanted to stop, she didn’t answer right away. Instead, she looked at me carefully, making me want to disappear. Finally, she spoke, her voice clear over the loud wind: “The man who wrote to me months ago spoke about making life better on his own. Is that man really giving up now?” Her question hit me hard.

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Paragraph 1: Sarah’s words echoed in my mind as I forced myself to take another step.

Paragraph 2: When I finally reached the summit, the rising sun painted the sky gold.

124. 长郡中学2026届高三月考试卷(二)

Wendy grew up in a small and remote village in Wyoming, America. Her world was one of wild mountains and endless fields, but she had a strong passion for sports, especially long running. Wendy always dreamt to be an Olympic marathon runner. Yet poverty was her biggest hurdle. Her first “running shoes” were worn-out sneakers (胶鞋). She trained alone, on rough, unpaved paths, with no coach to guide her. Her only pacemaker was the rhythm of her own breath, and her only training plan was to run farther each day than the last. People shook their heads, dismissing her ambition as a naive fantasy. “How could a girl like her, with nothing, ever compete with the professionally trained athletes from the cities?”

Yet, Wendy’s resolve only hardened. Witnessing her talents and painstaking practice, her parents, though poor, supported her in their own silent ways — a hearty meal after a long run, a pat on the back, and the precious savings they gathered together to buy her a single pair of proper running shoes. When she finally saved enough for the entry fee to a city marathon, it felt like a miracle.

The big day did come. Wendy and her parents arrived at the spot with uncontrollable excitement. There were seas of people — volunteers, news reporters and well-equipped athletes. Wendy wanted to perform well to prove that determination could overcome any obstacle. It was super-hot that day, but Wendy managed to come to the last 400 meters. Behind her lay 41 kilometers and 795 meters of Los Angeles asphalt (沥青), but every step forward cost more than the last ten kilometers combined. She had missed the last water station — the cup had slipped through her trembling fingers. The heat had grown teeth, chewing the strength from her legs, and clouded her mind. Suddenly, darkness flashed across her eyes, she lost her balance and crashed to the ground.

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Paragraph 1: At this time, two orange-shirted medical volunteers jogged toward her.

Paragraph 2: Finally, the finish line was just 10 meters away.

125. 齐鲁名校大联考2026届山东省高三第二次学业水平联合检测

Harry slammed(猛关) his bedroom door. He’d been begging Dad for a new tablet for weeks — one with a fast camera to take photos for his art class. But Dad just shook his head every time.

“We need to save for your younger sister’s school trip to the science museum,” he’d said. Harry thought to himself, “It’s not fair. All my friends have one for their projects.”

That evening, Dad found Harry sitting in the backyard, sad. He pulled up a chair and sat down, asking Harry, “Remember that red bike in the storage room? That thing used to be my pride and joy.” Harry nodded, thinking of the dusty thing covered by a strong cloth.

“I wanted a new bike more than anything when I was your age,” Dad said. “Your grandpa found that red one at a junkyard — with a bent wheel. He said we couldn’t afford a new one. So I spent every weekend out here, fixing that old one — straightening the wheel, patching(修补) the tires, even repainting it red with leftover paint found in the storage room.” He laughed softly. “When I finally rode it, I felt prouder than if it had been brand-new. I earned it.”

“Why are you telling me this? My tablet isn’t a bike,” Harry responded.

“Because wanting things is easy,” Dad said. “But working for them? That’s when you start caring about how hard it is to get. That’s how you learn what they’re really worth. I know you want a tablet very much. But your sister’s trip — she’s been talking about it since the second grade. Maybe there’s a way to do both.”

Harry’s throat suddenly felt tight. “What if… what if I sold my old stuff? Toys, books — have a yard sale?” Dad’s eyes lit up. “That’s a good plan. But you have to do the work — pricing, setting up, and selling. Whatever you make, every cent goes towards your tablet.”

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Paragraph 1: The next day, Harry dragged boxes full of old toys and books to the yard.

Paragraph 2: When the last customer left, Harry counted the day’s earnings.

126. 26年1月武昌调研

Years ago, my husband lost his job, and worse still, I lost mine too. Struggling to support our two kids, he job hunted tirelessly and I stayed home making the most of every cent. It was hard to stay positive, but we did our best.

One day I found the milk in the fridge was lukewarm but we could not afford to call a repairman. Anxious, I looked for ways to earn money, even a little, maybe to fix the fridge.

Later, I had lunch with a former coworker, who said I’d be good at teaching computer classes. I was good at word processing software but had no teaching experience except in Sunday School. Doubt and fear consumed me. Then I remembered my mom’s words, “Can’t never could until he tried.” So I decided to give it a try.

I wasn’t sure where to start. Finally I finished a plan. The first thing I did was check on the availability and the cost of a meeting room. After securing a room, I got local business addresses from the Chamber of Commerce, typed them into my computer to make labels, and designed a brochure advertising my class. I folded brochures, stuck on labels and stamps, and mailed them after praying outside the post office. We could barely afford these costs, and I was filled with self-doubt as I waited for responses.

On the third day, I got my first response—a check and two registrations. In two weeks, more checks and registrations came. I had 17 students! I then rented computers but couldn’t afford delivery. My husband helped me carry and set them up before leaving.

The night before the first class day, while my family slept, I stayed up late checking my notes. I went over every keystroke, breaking complex steps into simple ones. I practiced my explanations out loud, timing myself to be sure I wouldn’t run over. I prayed my passion would make up for my lack of experience.

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Paragraph 1: The next day before class, standing alone in the classroom, I panicked.

Paragraph 2: As the class ended, students’ positive words filled the room.

127. 26年1月汕头高三上学期期末考

There were only 30 days left for the final PE exam. Jack frowned at his 1000-meter run score, another “Fail”. As the school’s well-known “coding talent,” he could develop practical apps that impressed everyone. But he just couldn’t finish the 1000-meter run. Every attempt ended with burning lungs and he always finished far behind the others, never making the passing grade. The PE teacher’s words struck him hard, “A one-sided life won’t take you far. If you can’t overcome such a small challenge, how will you face tougher ones?” Jack stared at his sneakers, sad and embarrassed.

That afternoon, Jack ran into Leo, the monitor surrounded by piles of handwritten records. “I’ve finally finished sorting this data. It took me hours,” he complained, “One sheet listed a 1000-meter result as 3’45” while another as 225 seconds; some names were written last-name-first, others first-name-last. How I wish there were a tool to collect results directly next time!”

Hearing this, Jack’s eyes lit up. “The PE office has recently been equipped with a set of smartwatches. I can develop a personalized app running on the smartwatches,” he offered excitedly. “When students run the 1000-meter race with the smartwatches on their hands, the app will automatically record their time and other data in a consistent format.”

Later on, Jack devoted all his after-school hours to the app. Having developed the app, he tried to input some data to test whether it functioned properly. However, using the previous handwritten records for testing was trickier than expected and bugs kept popping up. As Jack struggled for a solution, his eyes fell on the PE score sheet and the teacher’s words echoed, “If you can’t overcome such a small challenge…”

Suddenly an idea struck him, “What if I run and collect firsthand data myself?” he thought. “That way, I can test the app in real time and also improve my running performance.” He shared the plan with Leo, who responded with immediate support, “I’ll run with you every step of the way.”

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Paragraph 1: In the following days, Jack and Leo trained on the playground with the smartwatches on.

Paragraph 2: Then came the PE exam day and Jack stood at the starting line, calm and ready.

128. 26年1月沈阳高三一模

For two whole years living in a foreign country, I was wrapped by a deep sense of loneliness, until a single afternoon turned my world around.

I was taking a much-needed walk near Boston’s Symphony Hall, feeling homesick after weeks of not calling home. The distance between Boston and my Chinese family felt overwhelming. Just as I paused to catch my breath, I noticed an elderly Asian woman standing alone at the crosswalk, clutching a lime-green tote bag and scanning the street anxiously.

Our eyes met as I crossed the street. Her direct gaze made me smile and wave politely. “How can I help?” I asked. She smiled warmly, as if we were old friends, and showed me a photo of Trader Joe’s on her phone. I tried showing directions, but her confused expression told me I was failing. “I’ll take you there myself,” I said, gesturing for her to follow. She blinked in surprise before smiling and falling into step beside me, murmuring “Cảm ơn” every few steps, from which I could easily tell she was a Vietnamese and that she sincerely extended her gratitude.

I’m not sure why I was taking a stranger to the grocery. Maybe she reminded me of my Chinese family. Maybe it was simply that I knew I could help. When we arrived, I asked her whether she needed anything else. She scrolled to a second screenshot, this time of sourdough bread, and turned her phone toward me with an expectant look. I laughed and nodded, and she tugged me into the store. As we entered, she smiled at me and raised her eyebrows as though I were her nephew, and we were on our weekly routine for groceries. The shop assistant greeted us and brought a shopping basket for us. With smiles on my “new auntie”, it dawned on me that she was excited to be here.

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Paragraph 1: We headed straight for the bread stand.

Paragraph 2: Bread in hand, I said goodbye after taking the photo.

129. 26年1月河南四地联考

It was the day of the big science fair. For months, Sarah had poured her heart into her project—a detailed model of a sustainable city. She carefully carried her model into the school hall, feeling very proud. The hall was full of noise as students set up their projects.

As Sarah walked through the crowd carefully, a boy, who was stepping back to look at his friend’s volcano, suddenly crashed into her. The crash was hard and unexpected. Sarah cried in horror as her model fell from her hands, hitting the floor and breaking into many small pieces.

The noise silenced the whole hall. All eyes turned to Sarah and the boy, whose face had turned pale. “I… I’m so sorry!” he said, his voice shaking with fear and guilt. “I didn’t see you.” Sarah stood completely frozen, staring at the broken pieces on the floor. She had spent so many hours building it. A hot wave of tears pressed behind her eyes, but she forced them back, refusing to let them fall in front of everyone. The science fair would start in just one hour, but her dream lay in pieces at her feet.

The boy, named Leo, immediately bent and began picking up the broken pieces. “This is all my fault,” he said, his head hung low. But then, he looked up, his look shifting from despair to sudden determination. “But we can’t just give up! Please, let me help you fix this. We can do it together!” Sarah was upset, but she saw that Leo was truly sorry. Taking a deep breath, she gave a slow, hesitant nod.

With that, Leo quickly called his friends over. Everyone was glad to lend a hand. A team was soon formed. Some cleaned up the broken pieces while others raced to the art room to find new materials like paper, glue, and small lights.

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Paragraph 1: An hour later, the science fair began.

Paragraph 2: The judges were deeply impressed.

130. 26年1月泉州二诊

As a very shy writer who had been sending out manuscripts for years, I couldn’t decide what scared me more: never getting published, or finally getting published and having to talk about my book in front of people. It was a tough choice. I wasn’t just a little nervous—I was truly afraid of speaking to strangers. Once, at a small writers’ group, I almost cried when it was my turn to introduce myself.

“You live like an island,” my editor Lucy told me after I declined a promotional opportunity. “Publishing means delivering your heart to the world. Step out, or your words remain trapped on paper.” Her words hurt but they were true.

At the suggestion of my friends, I attended a Toastmasters meeting. Taking the leap was the hardest step I had ever taken. But the warmth of the members there disarmed me, particularly Max, a retired professor and a seasoned instructor in the club. His calm presence was quietly encouraging. I signed up, with the hope of gradual change.

Then, unexpectedly, I was offered a contract of publishing my book. I was over the moon! Right then, I ran into my friend Barb, a teacher. “You must speak to my class!” she insisted. “Oh, no,” I shook my head, my face flushing. “I’m not ready.”

Days later, Lucy called. “We need to schedule your college campus talks—it’s in the contract. Society needs to see its creators.” Hanging up, I felt my stomach tightened.

At the next Toastmasters meeting, my anxiety was quite visible. During a break, Max approached. “You seem burdened tonight,” he observed gently.

“The editor is forcing me into public talks. I’m terrified,” I whispered.

He smiled, his eyes knowing. “We all begin here, facing that same mirror,” he said. “If you turn your back on the world, you only see your own shadow. But if you face it, you’ll see it reflected back not as a judge, but as a space waiting for your voice. Your fear isn’t the barrier—your silence is.”

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Paragraph 1: These words just struck me and I decided to step out.

Paragraph 2: Driving to the high school on the big day, I tried to overcome my anxiety.

131. 26年1月济宁高三上学期质量检测

Tim was a ten-year-old boy who loved animals. One Saturday afternoon, while playing in the local park, he spotted a small, golden puppy sitting alone under a bench. The puppy looked frightened and was shivering. Tim looked around for its owner, but there was no one in sight. He decided to take the puppy home and ask his parents for help.

His parents agreed to let the puppy stay for a while, provided they made an effort to find its real owner. They named the puppy “Goldie” because of its fur. Over the next few days, Tim took great care of Goldie. He fed him, played with him, and even made a comfortable bed for him in the corner of his room. Goldie seemed to enjoy Tim’s company and followed him everywhere.

However, Tim knew that somewhere out there, someone must be missing their pet. He and his father made some flyers with Goldie’s picture and Tim’s phone number on them. They spent Sunday afternoon posting the flyers around the neighborhood and in the park where Tim had found the puppy. Tim felt a mix of emotions. He hoped the owner would find Goldie, but at the same time, he had grown very fond of the little dog and didn’t want to say goodbye.

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Paragraph 1: A few days later, a flyer on a lamp post caught Tim’s eye.

Paragraph 2: Tim arrived at the address on the flyer with the puppy in his arms.

132. 26年1月淄博高三上学期末考

That morning, Lila had carefully checked her backpack: painting book, pencils, and the small toolbox from her grandfather, a retired mechanical repairman, who always said, “Better safe than sorry.” Though she wasn’t sure why she’d need tools for an art competition, she carried it anyway.

The autumn rain had been pouring down endlessly, transforming roads into muddy streams. Lila, a seventeen-year-old art enthusiast with dreams bigger than her small town, stood totally hopeless at the bus stop, holding her painting book tightly. The last bus to the city’s annual art competition had left. Her lifelong dream seemed to slide away with every raindrop.

For months, she had poured her soul into preparing her contest entry—a delicate watercolor capturing the town’s old bookstore. Just as hot tears of frustration welled up, the sound of tires approached. A rusty blue car, looking as worn and kind as its owner, pulled over. An elderly man with glasses and kind eyes rolled down the window. “You look like you could use a lift,” he said gently.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lila explained her dilemma. “What a delightful coincidence! I’m heading to the city library myself,” the man said, introducing himself as Mr. Hale with a warm smile that wrinkled the corners of his eyes. Overflowing with gratitude, Lila climbed into the passenger seat. Noticing her painting book, he asked about her art. Hesitantly, she showed him her painting.

“Why, that’s my old bookstore!” Mr. Hale exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. “You’ve captured its soul.” He shared how he had loved painting in his youth too, building an instant connection. Lila’s anxiety began to fade as they chatted about art and stories.

However, as they neared the city limits, the car broke down. Mr. Hale tried repeatedly, but the engine died. He sighed apologetically. “It must have been the rain.” Lila’s heart sank. The competition venue was still a fifteen-minute drive away. The rain continued its steady rhythm against the windshield. She looked at her painting book, then at Mr. Hale’s worried face, the earlier warmth in the car replaced by an awkward silence.

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Paragraph 1: Lila reached into her backpack and pulled out the small toolbox.

Paragraph 2: When they finally arrived at the competition hall, the competition was about to begin.

133. 26年1月滨州高三上学期期末考

Ivy stood by the window, anxiously waiting for her daughter Barbara arrived, laden with bags. They were planning a Christmas surprise for Ivy’s granddaughter, Marla.

“What did you get her?” Ivy asked eagerly when Barbara arrived, laden with bags.

“Distressed jeans,” Barbara answered. “You know, designer ones. All the teenagers are wearing them these days. So naturally, Marla’s got to have them.”

“I see,” Ivy said, though she didn’t have a clue what her daughter was talking about. But she didn’t ask for anything, disliking being considered old-fashioned.

“Marla’s already searching for presents at home. I want to keep it a secret until Christmas.” Barbara smiled.

“You can put them in my old wardrobe. Marla will never look there.” Ivy proposed.

A few days later, Ivy needed some thick red cloth stored in the wardrobe to make Christmas stockings. Ivy eased out the gift bag containing Marla’s distressed jeans. Underneath was the red cloth—perfect for some Christmas stockings!

She intended to return the bag to its hiding place, but only one glimpse of the jeans inside left her in total shock. They were all torn and dirty-looking. Surely these couldn’t be what Marla wanted! Perhaps Barbara couldn’t afford new ones and bought these second-hand to save money? Or maybe she felt guilty about spending too much and settled for these? The thought that her daughter might be struggling in silence filled Ivy with a sudden, fierce determination.

Well, she’d soon remedy that, Ivy thought. “What sort of grandma would I be if I didn’t help?” Smiling, she gathered the red cloth and the jeans together. She would mend those holes with the beautiful red cloth, transforming the torn jeans into something presentable for her beloved granddaughter.

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Paragraph 1: On Christmas Day, as Marla opened her gift bag, Barbara froze on the spot.

Paragraph 2: Marla couldn’t wait to show her jeans off on the School New Year’s Party.

134. 26年1月烟台高三上学期期末考

Mrs. Glover, an elderly lady in Virginia, often stared out of her window watching neighbors. This was her only joy after her four kids got married separately. They had their own families to care for and rarely contacted her. Being alone most of the year, she sometimes babysat for neighbors, which eased her loneliness a little. Watching other families was her best form of entertainment.

One day, a single mother named Sarah moved in with her five-year-old son Isaac. Mrs. Glover noticed Sarah used American Sign Language (ASL) with Isaac and realized the boy was deaf. Luckily, she learned ASL after befriending a deaf woman in college years ago. She visited them with a pie and offered to babysit anytime. Sarah thanked her warmly, and Isaac was surprised and happy that Mrs. Glover signed perfectly.

A few afternoons later, Mrs. Glover spotted Isaac sitting in front of his house, wearing only shorts and a thin shirt. It was already cold in early autumn and he was trembling and looking around, waiting. Mrs. Glover called Sarah but got no answer. Worried, she went over. Using ASL, she asked where Sarah was. Isaac signed that Sarah had gone to the bank hours before and he couldn’t reach his jacket, so he waited outside. Mrs. Glover took Isaac home, wrapped him in a blanket and kept calling Sarah—still no reply. Two hours later when she rang Sarah up again, another woman answered.

“Good evening. I’m Nurse Martin. I’m only picking up because our patient, Sarah, came in through emergency,” stated the woman. Her words made Mrs. Glover rise to her feet in astonishment.

“What? Is Sarah alright? I’m her neighbor. She’s a single mom. Can you tell me what’s going on?” Mrs. Glover asked anxiously, her voice getting more panicked as she spoke.

“Sarah collapsed at the bank, probably owing to low blood pressure, and she hasn’t regained consciousness yet. We have no information about her, and we need someone to sign off on some tests,” the nurse explained.

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Paragraph 1: “I’ll be right there,” Mrs. Glover said and hung up.

Paragraph 2: Soon Sarah came to.

135. 26年1月福建多地一模

It was a chilly autumn afternoon. My ten-year-old son, Tim, and I were hiking in a nearby forest. The trees were dressed in vibrant oranges and yellows, and the crisp air filled our lungs. Tim was always curious about nature, often stopping to examine a strange leaf or a busy insect.

As we wandered deeper into the woods, Tim suddenly stopped. “Dad, look!” he whispered, pointing toward a thicket of bushes. I followed his gaze and saw something small moving. We crept closer and discovered a small bird with a bright blue tail. It was struggling on the ground, and it was clear that its wing was injured.

Tim’s face filled with concern. “We have to help it, Dad,” he said. We carefully picked up the bird and decided to take it home. Tim found an old shoebox and lined it with soft cloths. He named the bird “Sky”.

Over the next few weeks, Tim took great care of Sky. He fed it every day and made sure it was comfortable. We consulted a local vet, who gave us advice on how to help Sky’s wing heal. Tim was incredibly patient, spending hours talking to Sky and watching it slowly gain strength.

Finally, the day came when Sky’s wing was completely healed. We knew it was time to let it go back to where it belonged. We returned to the same spot in the forest where we had found him.

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Paragraph 1: We took Sky back to the forest where we found him.

Paragraph 2: As Sky flew higher and higher, Tim turned to me with a smile.

136. 26年1月绵阳二诊（A）

It was Christmas again. From the living room window, I watched my younger brother Roy climb out of the driver’s seat. His arrival brought me joy but also that familiar feeling of guilt torturing me every Christmas.

The memory went back to the time when we were kids. Our parents had little money, and even at Christmas we expected little. Then one December, after my father’s work injury, an insurance settlement brought an unexpected fortune, which meant the most special Christmas with real presents for the first time in my nine-year-old life.

I knew exactly what I wanted: the cowgirl boots from every advertisement. Momma and Daddy put up our first real tree. Brightly wrapped gifts started to appear underneath it. But I only had eyes for a long box with my name on it, just the right size for boots. Every glimpse sent my heart racing. It was the Christmas I’d always dreamed of—until I ruined it.

Alone at home one afternoon, I secretly opened the box. Then my heart sank. Inside were no boots. In a desperate, unforgivable anger, I tore into other presents, one after another. Still no boots!

That evening, I heard my father yelled: “How could you?” Roy was being blamed. Sadly, he was too young and afraid to say anything for himself. I also stayed silent, too ashamed and afraid to tell even Roy the truth. Then Christmas came, and I couldn’t share my family’s excitement when we sat cross-legged around the tree. “No use pretending you haven’t seen what’s inside,” Daddy said when Roy tore into a gift. I’d ruined Christmas for myself and for Roy, too.

For decades, I carried the secret. I never shook a gift box before Christmas, and I feared opening presents with Roy nearby. But years later, that Christmas evening, over after-dinner coffee, I found myself alone with my brother. Now is your chance, I thought. Come clean.

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Paragraph 1: “Roy, I have something to tell you,” I said.

Paragraph 2: Understandingly, Roy looked at me with a big smile on his face.

137. 26年1月苏北四地市高三上期末考

Mr. Hatch, a tall, thin man with a permanently serious face, had lived in a quiet neighborhood for years. He followed a rigid and predictable routine that never changed. Every day, he left home at 6:00 for the shoelace factory, ate the same cheese-and-mustard sandwich at lunch, and stopped at the newsstand and grocery store on his way back. He read the paper and went to bed by 9:00 every night. A man of few words, he kept to himself, with no one knowing his family or entering his house.

Everything changed on New Year’s Eve. When Mr. Hatch arrived home, he noticed a brown-paper package by the door. He rarely received anything except the newspaper. Just then, Postman Goober approached, smiling: “That’s for you.” Mr. Hatch, who had only ever nodded at him, mumbled a “Thanks”.

Curiosity overwhelmed him. Tearing open the paper, he found a heart-shaped box tied with a pink bow, filled with colorful candies along with a tiny card that read “Somebody misses you.” Realizing it could be a New Year gift, which he had never dreamed of, the lonely man was excited and touched. His expression melted and a smile appeared on his face for the first time in years. He tasted the candies that filled his cold heart with sweetness.

The next day, he dressed up in a clean shirt, tied a tie and set out cheerfully, hoping to meet his secret admirer. His smiling face surprised the neighbors, who were more shocked when he greeted everyone warmly. At lunch, he sat in the cafeteria’s center, sharing candies with others. On his way home, he offered to watch the newsstand for the cold-stricken owner, and then helped the grocer find his lost dog. That evening, he baked cakes using his mother’s old recipe. The pleasant chocolate smell drew neighborhood kids around. He served them cakes and lemonade. For the first time, he felt a sense of belonging.

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Paragraph 1: Weeks later, Postman Goober knocked and admitted he had misdelivered the package.

Paragraph 2: The neighbors noticed his change and they decided to act.

138. 26年1月莆田一模

Li Ming loved spending his summer holidays at his grandfather’s house by the sea. He liked looking for interesting shells and watching the seabirds fly.

One quiet afternoon, Li Ming was walking near some large rocks when he noticed something troubling. Plastic bottles, old fishing nets, and colorful bags were scattered across the sand. He had never paid much attention to this before, but today the mess seemed especially bad. As he bent down to pick up a broken bottle, he heard a soft, sad sound nearby. He looked carefully and saw a gray bird lying on the sand. Its leg was tangled in an old fishing net. The bird was trying to escape, but every move seemed to make things worse. Suddenly, Li Ming understood: the trash he had just seen was not just ugly — it was dangerous.

Li Ming felt a strong wish to help. He slowly moved closer, but when he reached out his hand, the bird became very frightened and struggled wildly. Li Ming stepped back, worried and unsure.

Just then, he heard a kind voice behind him. “It needs careful help,” the voice said. Li Ming turned and saw an old man. Grandpa Chen, a retired fisherman, knelt down and opened his bag. He took out scissors and cloth, then gently covered the bird’s head to keep it calm. Slowly, he began to cut the net.

After several minutes, the net was cut. The bird stood up and flew into the blue sky. Li Ming felt a big smile on his face. He looked down at the broken net and some trash on the sand. Grandpa Chen said, “This beach is home to many creatures. Sadly, trash like this appears almost every day.”

Li Ming helped Grandpa Chen pick up the cut net and other plastic bags and bottles nearby. As they worked, Li Ming thought deeply. Saving one bird was wonderful, but the beach was very large, and the problem was very big.

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Paragraph 1: From that day on, Li Ming decided to turn his worry into action.

Paragraph 2: Realizing that his and his neighbors’ power was limited, he thought of using the Internet to get more people to join in the protection.

139. 26年1月长沙一模

My mom, an experienced professional caregiver, works at a nursing home named Greerfield. Helping and caring for the seniors in need is her routine, the Alzheimer’s (阿尔茨海默症) patients in particular. And mom always says: “They need me, honey! I must keep a close eye on them in case they forget their way back or get into trouble!”

That really let me down. For thousands of times, how I wished mom could accompany me but not them, especially in the moments like my singing show, school open day, … But “her empty seat” showed everything. Such is my Mom, who is always there for her beloved elders.

As scheduled on Monday morning, our singing contest themed “For Mama” arrived. This was no exception for her! With others’ moms seated, I took my turn standing on the stage, “the empty seat” igniting my eyes! “Need her again!” I thought to myself. The well-prepare song still at the tip of my tongue, I hurriedly finished my part, stepped off the stage, and rushed out of the hall. Anger washed over me nonstop all the time.

After school, head down, I dragged my feet on the road and couldn’t help complaining about mom’s absence. “My… daughter… my…”, an old lady out of nowhere came over to me. She repeated the same words, which added to my annoyance. “Out of my way!” popped out of my mouth, and I quickened my pace to avoid her intentionally.

And almost immediately, I felt a bit sorry for my rude behaviors. So, I slowed down, thinking to myself, “Why is the old lady always murmuring (低语) ‘My… daughter…’?” “Is she OK?” “Get lost?” “Alzheimer’s?” A stream of questions flooded into my mind. Occupied with such guesses, I turned back to look for the old lady. Luckily, she was still standing where she had been, Nevertheless, apart from the repeated “My…”, I knew nothing more about her. I was totally at a loss what to do next.

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Paragraph 1: After much hesitation, I called Mom for help.

Paragraph 2: Mom’s gentle care for the old lady inspired me to do something for the nursing home.

140. 26年1月随州高三上学期期末

Robyn became a mother at 21 with Ella, unprepared for it. Years later, at 28, she welcomed Mia joyfully. Tragically, during that pregnancy, her husband Peter died in a plane crash. Seeing Mia as a final link to her husband Peter, Robyn cherished her deeply. Ella, thrilled to be a big sister, bonded closely with Mia during childhood—they shared toys, studied together, and walked home side by side.

But things changed as they grew older. Ella dreamed of fashion design, though Robyn regarded it as impractical. Determined, Ella moved to New York at 19 to study fashion while working part-time. Meanwhile, Mia stayed home and grew increasingly dependent on their mother. Robyn worked tirelessly to support her, which secretly made Ella jealous, but she never let that distance herself from Mia.

Tragedy struck again when Robyn was killed by a drunk driver. At the funeral, Ella was overwhelmed by sadness. However, her grief turned to shock and anger upon reading the will: Mia inherited their family home, while Ella received only an old baby stroller and a dirty doll. Feeling deeply hurt, Ella confronted Mia. “Are you happy now? Mom gave you everything while she was alive, and now in death too! Did I even exist to her?” Ella cried.

Mia sighed, “I knew nothing about the will. You chose to pursue your passion despite Mom arguing against it. It makes sense she left you with nothing.” Worse still, Mia announced her plan to sell the house and told Ella to clear out her stuff. Shocked and heartbroken, Ella packed her childhood belongings in silence. Taking the stroller and her suitcase, she left for New York, ultimately forgetting the painful inheritance as she got caught up with work. That same day, she changed her number, determining to cut ties with Mia for good.

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Paragraph 1: Years later, while moving to a bigger apartment, Ella rediscovered the dusty stroller in storage.

Paragraph 2: Determined to reconnect, Ella flew back, only to find Mia had disappeared without a trace.

141. 26年1月青岛高三年级部分学生调研考试英语试题

Last winter, I volunteered at a local community center that offered free teaching and after-school activities for children from families that have less money and fewer opportunities. At first, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The children seemed shy, some struggling with basic reading or math skills. I felt nervous, wondering if I could really help them.

During the first few days, I focused on simple tasks: reading stories aloud, helping with homework, and encouraging them when they got answers right. Gradually, I noticed small changes—a child who had never smiled before now laughed at jokes; another who was hesitant to speak out loud started asking questions confidently.

However, not everything went smoothly. One boy, Tom, was especially headstrong and refused to follow instructions. He often interrupted lessons, played jokes on younger children, and sometimes even walked out angrily. At first, I felt frustrated and unsure how to reach him. Once after he stormed off, I came to him and said, “I know you’re not being difficult—want to tell me what’s bothering you?” He stared at his shoes, silent, but didn’t walk away. That small moment felt like a crack (缝隙) in his wall—he still didn’t open up, but he didn’t push me away either.

One afternoon, the center organized a small talent show. Many children were excited but Tom refused to participate. Some volunteers wanted to pressure him, but I decided to give him space while offering encouragement. Slowly, he agreed to recite a short poem. Watching him stand on the stage and finish without quitting, I felt a deep sense of relief and pride. The applause from the children made me realize patience and understanding can solve problems far better than force. I also saw how important it was to create more opportunities for children like Tom to explore their talents and feel supported. Tom himself seemed a little more confident and willing to try new things, which gave me an idea for the next step in my volunteering work.

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Paragraph 1: I knew I had to do more for Tom and the other children.

Paragraph 2: Tom changed clearly over the weeks.

142. 26年1月黄冈高三期末

Three months after moving into the old community, I’d only met Grandma Chen next door once. That day, I was carrying express boxes upstairs when she slowly came down, holding the handrail (楼梯扶手). She gave me an oil-paper wrapped candy: “Young man, take care — these stairs are slippery.” I thanked her quickly and hurried on. Her door was always piled high with junk, and the potted plants on her windowsill (窗台) were wilted (枯萎的), giving off a lonely, cold atmosphere.

The change happened on a rainy night. I worked overtime late and rushed into the corridor with my electric bike, only to see Grandma Chen squatting (蹲着) at my door, soaked through, clutching a plastic bag tightly. “You’re back!” She stood up hurriedly and held out the bag. “I saw your jasmine (茉莉) fell over on the balcony this afternoon. I was afraid the rain would ruin its roots, so I moved it inside.” I suddenly remembered I’d forgotten to bring in the new jasmine pot that morning. Inside the bag, the flower was wrapped in an old towel, leaves still dotted with water — unharmed.

I urged her into my house to dry off, but she waved me away: “Don’t bother. I’m just a dirty old lady.” As she spoke, she slipped and stumbled toward the stairs. I caught her just in time and noticed her swollen knee. That night, I applied medicine to her knee. She sat on my sofa restlessly, repeating, “I’m troubling you so much.”

After that, I made sure to chat with Grandma Chen whenever we met. She still spoke little, but every morning when I left, there would be a bag of fresh vegetables from her small garden downstairs at my door. Last Saturday, I forgot to take out the trash before a business trip. When I came back, my doorway was spotless. Grandma Chen’s door was slightly open, and I heard faint coughing inside.

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Paragraph 1: I pushed the door gently.

Paragraph 2: Once Grandma Chen recovered, she knocked on my door.

143. 26年2月合肥高三一模

Around 15 years ago, I was working at a care home in a small town. It was a nice residential home and everyone was treated well.

We had an elderly gentleman, John, who was lovely but a little lonely. His wife had passed away and he had no children. John had been a sailor in his youth, living his life with a mix of challenges and adventures. His bronzed, salt-kissed skin lined with deep wrinkles; roughened fingers followed invisible waves. An old jacket hung on his thin body, grey hair swept back as if blown by the sea wind. He often sat alone, seemingly lost in unshared memories of sea stories about his lonely life at sea.

We did our best for him but he started to get depressed and fed up with life. He often sighed softly, his eyes clouded with a sadness as if no comfort could ease it. He would go for walks around a nearby park every day with his walking stick, walking slowly along the path. I could see that he ached for someone to share his sea stories with, yet feared the awkward silence that might follow, leaving him more lonely than before.

One summer, he came back to the home upset. He said a group of teenagers wearing dark clothes hung around the park constantly — laughing loudly, playing loud music, and rushing about with wild, youthful energy. He said they were loud and he was frightened. He stopped going to the park for a few days but missed the walk too much.

On the day he went back, he said, “If I’m not back in an hour, come looking for me.” He wasn’t back in an hour. I gave it 10 more minutes. Then I was worried that he’d had an accident or had run into trouble of some kind. So I left someone else in charge and got to the park to find him.

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Paragraph 1: But what I saw took me completely by surprise.

Paragraph 2: When John saw me, he came up smiling, eager to tell me what had happened.

144. 26年2月无锡高三上学期期末考

Like many other teenage boys, I was in a band. We played a mix of hard rock and heavy metal. We weren’t great, but we were good enough to come in third place at our school’s talent show. And when we got a chance to give a charitable performance at a large rehabilitation (康复) hospital, we were excited. It was our first real job. For two weeks we practiced hard, getting together every day after school to polish our skills and learn enough songs to fill a one-hour show, expecting to receive thundering applause.

The day of the concert, we showed up early in order to check out the stage. It was stressful to stand there and look at the hundred or so chairs lined up below us. We did a quick sound check, and then went backstage to have a soda and rest, anything to calm our nerves. While we were back there the hospital’s entertainment director Ms. Evans came over to talk to us.

“Okay, boys, I just want to fill you in on a couple of important details,” Ms. Evans told us. “A lot of people in the audience are suffering from severe physical and/or mental disabilities. Also, many of them are older, in their sixties and seventies.” Ms. Evans cast a glance to the auditorium (观众席) and added, “Don’t let that alarm you. These patients have very few chances to see live entertainment of any kind, so they enjoy any kind of musical talent that we can bring in. Just play your regular show, and you’ll do fine.” We all nodded.

With that, Ms. Evans left, going into the auditorium to help the volunteers and staff that were assisting the patients to their seats. The majority of them had either been seriously injured in accidents or born with major birth defects (缺陷). Many of them were missing limbs. Some were talking quietly among themselves, but most were just sitting there, quietly watching the stage.

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Paragraph 1: Soon enough it was show time, and we stepped out of the thick curtain onto the stage.

Paragraph 2: Since no one was applauding us, we cut our performance short and went backstage.

145. 26年2月潍坊高三一模

“Did you bring your doll?” my friend Reba greeted me at the door. I showed her the bag I was hiding behind my back and followed her to her bedroom — all to herself, unlike the one I shared with my sister. But envy struck when I saw the newest doll on her shelf with a stylish wardrobe (全套服装). To me, Reba was the luckiest girl. Yet I wanted to level the playing field with one of the birthday presents I was expecting.

Settled on the floor, I presented my hand-me-down doll — a figure with unbending legs, dated hair, faded fabrics, and mismatched shoes. Meanwhile, everything about Reba’s doll, from its silky hair to cool sunglasses, said young and free. With a click, Reba folded its knees, settled it behind the wheel of its tiny convertible (敞篷车) car and rolled it away with a goodbye wave to mine.

As night fell, it was time to head home. We parted with a promise to compare our dolls another day. I knew a convertible was a fantasy, so my birthday wish was simple: a genuine, store-bought fashion set for my doll, anything brand new. My parents always did the best they could for my sisters and me, and I knew my mom would take my request to heart.

Finally, the big day arrived. Mom offered her gift — a humble shoebox. I lifted the top carefully. The shoebox was full to the top, but as I pulled out the top piece, my heart sank. It wasn’t a store-bought set. I knew that fabric — it was from my own outgrown clothes.

“Brand-new and never been worn by a doll!” Mom said. “I made these outfits just for you!” She was so proud of her accomplishment. I swallowed my disappointment and ran over to hug her. She must have been secretly working at her sewing machine for weeks, carefully cutting out patterns, choosing fabrics, adding tiny details with her needle and thread and an abundance of patience. All so my doll could look her best. But they were not what I had desired, after all.

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Paragraph 1: Reba invited me over to play a few days later.

Paragraph 2: “Lucky you!” Reba said, her eyes shining with envy.

146. 26年2月福建名校高三入学考

The airport announcement informed passengers that due to bad weather, the flight would be delayed for two hours before boarding. Mary’s mom commented quietly that the delay seemed to have ruined everyone’s mood. But eleven-year-old Mary stayed calm, softly humming (哼) a new song she had just learned. She was looking forward to the weekend trip to visit her grandparents, excited to share the song with them.

To her, music was like an invisible string that could tie strangers together, creating a warm community. She remembered the first time she had felt this connection: at six years old, waiting for the bus with her mom on a hot, boring day. Then a cheerful tune came from a store loudspeaker — a song about a girl and her dreams:

“Dreams of sunshine and fields of gold,

Where the heart is never old,

Singing songs that never end,

In a world that’s my best friend…”

Without thinking, Mary sang along — her voice soft and gentle at first, like a whisper carried on the gentle wind, which gradually growing stronger and more confident. The melody was simple yet engaging. Time passed without her noticing. When the bus arrived, passengers smiled; an old man beat his walking stick to the beat. As the doors closed, everyone was humming. Mom whispered to her, “You just lifted all our spirits.” Nothing seemed better than music for calming a restless heart, and Mary remembered that.

After boarding the plane, the passengers were told of another weather delay — at least another 45 minutes. The cabin (机舱) grew tense with restless movements and complaints.

Then a sudden cry cut through the air. Across the aisle (通道) to Mary’s left, a tiny girl, barely three years old, began to cry. Her mother tried everything — rocking her, offering snacks, water, toys — but nothing worked. The child’s face was wet with tears, her cries loud and broken. Passengers shifted uncomfortably in their seats as the crying filled the cabin.

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Paragraph 1: Mary hesitated for a moment, and then turned to her mom.

Paragraph 2: Slowly, the baby’s cries softened.

147. 26年2月金彩南兰高三开学返校考

Kenzie walked home from the bus with her friends Maya and Brynlee. They really missed their friend Holly, who was at home recovering from surgery. She was going to have to stay home from school for the next two weeks!

“When my mom was in the hospital after my baby sister was born, people brought her gifts,” said Maya. “We should bring gifts to Holly!” The girls agreed instantly. They planned to visit Holly after school the next Friday. After some thought, Brynlee decided to give Holly a cool necklace-making kit while Maya decided to buy Holly a gift card so that she could buy the video games she wanted.

Kenzie fell silent. She couldn’t decide. She wanted to give Holly something meaningful. But her family was saving money for a new car, and she knew it wasn’t the time to spend a lot. Upon arriving home, Kenzie sank into the sofa. She couldn’t wait for her mom to get home from work so she could talk to her.

Later, while her mother prepared dinner, Kenzie told her about Holly and the gift thing. She explained what each of her friends was giving Holly, adding that she hoped to prepare something special too. She wondered how she could do that without a lot of money.

“I know you can do it. You’re creative,” encouraged Mom. “You don’t need to spend a lot to show that you care.” Kenzie nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing to find a possible solution.

The next Monday, Kenzie and her brother Nathan had dentist appointments. They opened their goody bags on the way home. Inside were the usual toothbrush and toothpaste along with a few other things, including a super bouncy ball, a press-on tattoo and a glow-in-the-dark ring. Nathan said it was fun finding little surprises. It is fun, thought Kenzie. Then she realized Nathan had just given her an idea for Holly’s gift. She’d make little things that would be special to Holly and make her happy.

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Paragraph 1: Over the next few days, Kenzie worked hard on her gift.

Paragraph 2: On Friday, the girls visited Holly with their gifts after school.

148. 26年2月青岛期末考-高三

On a cold winter afternoon, six-year-old Lily in a bright red coat, was playing around the frozen pond behind her house. The ice looked like a giant, smooth mirror in the sun. With a joyful laugh, she stepped onto its edge, sliding carefully at first. She slid more bravely imagining herself a figure skater as the ice seemed strong enough to hold her.

Suddenly, a horrible crack (破碎声) disturbed the quiet. The ice beneath her gave way. The cold pond swallowed her whole. “Help!” she screamed. Her heavy coat was wet and heavy, pulling her down. She struggled in the cold water. However, each time she tried to grasp the ice edge, it broke. The freezing cold started to replace the panic.

Her neighbor Mr. Jenkins, who was cleaning his driveway next door, heard the crack. His heart beat fast. He moved as fast as he could to the pond. He saw the red coat under the broken ice. “Hold on! I’m coming!” he yelled, lying flat on his stomach to spread his weight. He inched forward, and stretched his arm into the freezing water. He tried to reach the coat. With a strength he didn’t know he had, he grabbed Lily’s arm and pulled. She was so heavy.

He managed to pull her head and shoulders onto the solid ice, but he could not lift her fully out. He was exhausted, trembling violently from cold and effort. What Mr. Jenkins could do was keep her face above the water. His voice was a desperate call for help.

It was then that a couple, Cruse and Michelle, passed by. They noticed the heart-stopping scene: the elderly man lay on the ice, pulling a motionless child in the cold water. There was no time for a lengthy plan. Every second in that water reduced the chance of survival.

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Paragraph 1: Without hesitation, Cruse dived into the icy pond.

Paragraph 2: Thanks to the teamwork of everyone involved, Lily was sent to the hospital.

149. 26年3月临沂一模

One Monday morning, John Evans, a ragged boy in oversized hand-me-downs and worn-out shoes, shuffled (拖着脚步走) into our second-grade class in a small North Carolina town. As the son of migrant apple pickers who barely earned enough to feed their family, he stood awkwardly while Mrs. Parmele introduced him to us. Whispers of disapproval drifted across the room; no one returned his smile, but he kept grinning anyway. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t sit next to me — yet the teacher pointed him to the empty desk beside mine, and I looked away to avoid seeming friendly.

By the end of the first week, John was the least popular in the class. I even told my mother it was “his own fault” for “not knowing how to count.” But one day, when he asked to sit with me at lunch, I reluctantly agreed. As I listened to his chatter and watched him eat, I realized our mocking was unjustified — he was pleasant to be around and by far the most cheerful boy I knew. We played together on the playground after lunch, and I resolved to be his friend.

That night, I told Mom John’s birthday was the next day, and he would get nothing: no cake, no presents, no celebration. Mother and I both knew that whenever a kid had a birthday, Mom would bring cupcakes and party favors for the class. Between my birthday and my sister’s, Mom had made several such trips over the years. But John’s mother worked all day on the farm, and his special day would likely go unnoticed. Mom kissed me good night and said softly, “I’m sure everything will turn out fine.”

The next morning, I said “Happy birthday” to him. His embarrassed smile showed he was grateful. Yet as the day went on, it seemed his special day would still receive no care at all — no cupcakes, no party favors, nothing but a simple greeting from me. My heart ached for him.

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Paragraph 1: Then from the hallway came a familiar voice singing the birthday song.

Paragraph 2: The next day, I noticed a change in the other kids.

150. 26年3月南京盐城一模

I lived in an old apartment complex where the walls were thin. For weeks, my new neighbor upstairs was keeping me awake every night between ten and midnight. What I heard was slow, forceful footsteps mixed with crying, as if someone were pacing with the weight of the world on shoulders. To cope with the noise, I would sink into the old rocking chair(摇椅) by the window. The rhythm somehow quieted my mind.

But tonight, the noise was just unbearable. I posted in the building’s group chat, “Can the 3C neighbor keep it down after 10?” Almost immediately, Lena, a cashier at a local market, replied, “Same here. Haven’t slept well for weeks.” And Tom, who ran the secondhand shop on the corner, added, “Don’t they realize how loud it is?” A few others responded, but 3C never did.

I’d had enough. “That’s it,” I thought aloud, pulling on my slippers. “I’m going up there!” I stormed to the third floor, playing my angry speech in my head, “Keep it down! Some of us need to work tomorrow!” The moment the door opened, I blurted out (脱口而出), “Do you have any idea how much noise you’re making?” But the rest of my prepared speech got stuck in my throat. A young woman stood there, eyes red, swaying(摇晃) gently back and forth in a desperate attempt to comfort a crying baby. The apartment behind her was humble—no dining table, no chairs, not even a lamp, only a mattress (床垫) and a few empty baby food packets on the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Madam,” she whispered, managing a weak smile, “I’m just trying to get her to sleep.” That was when my anger disappeared. A familiar rhythm surfaced in my mind as I saw her sway the baby tiredly. “I have a chair downstairs that might calm your baby,” I smiled softly. She looked up, eyes widening in disbelief.

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Paragraph 1: “Let me fetch it for you,” I said and rushed downstairs.

Paragraph 2: The neighbors responded to my post and agreed to gather at 3C instantly.

151. 南昌市 2026 届高三三级三月测试

Two days before her school’s Christmas program, my nine-year-old daughter Charlotte proudly announced, “I’m singing solo (独唱) ‘Silent Night’”. That puzzled me. Charlotte loved to sing. She sang in the shower and the ear and just about everywhere else, despite her struggles with high pitch (高音). Now she could carry a tune a bit better than last year, but I didn’t think she’d improved enough yet to sing a solo. Reminding myself that all things are indeed possible in grade school, I chose not to question her confidence.

I soon learned that my two other daughters in 11th grade, Monica and Corina; were also to perform in a different Christmas program on the same night. They were skilled singers and piano players. This time, they were giving a piano performance that night, an hour later than their younger sister. The three girls practiced everyday at home, filling our room with singing, piano music and laughter. Sometimes the two teenagers would give Charlotte some tips on improving her pitch, and could even accompany her singing “Silent Night” on the piano in a very short time. Knowing them well-prepared, I looked forward to the Christmas programs this year.

The big day finally came, and I came to school to watch Charlotte’s performance with delight. However, things went wrong. Shortly after dropping her backstage, she found me in the hall, eyes filled with tears. Her teacher explained there had been a misunderstanding — Charlotte was not picked to sing a solo. Heartbroken, she asked to leave. Though upset, I focused on comforting her.

Teenagers notice everything. When we arrived at their auditorium earlier than scheduled, Monica and Corina quickly realized something was wrong. When I explained the situation, they showed sincere sympathy. “Come with us, Charlotte. You can see backstage and meet our friends.” The invitation beat any flavor of ice-cream, and Charlotte gladly accepted and went with them. I sat with the audience and waited, until the host announced my girls’ names.

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Paragraph 1: Monica and Corina walked onto the stage, gesturing Charlotte to join them.

Paragraph 2: I went to the backstage and found the three girls chatting happily.

152. 太原市 2026 年高三年级模拟考试（一）

The day had finally arrived. For weeks, my team—Maya, Jake, and I—had dreamed of this moment: the annual Market Day, when the school gym would transform into a lively fair of student-run businesses.

The past month had been intense. We spent countless hours brainstorming ideas, before we finally focused on “FashionHut” with creative handicrafts. Maya, who loved herbs, made flower-scented candles using recycled jars. Jake, skilled with knots, decided to learn weaving friendship bracelets (手链) from online courses. I later contributed painted wooden keychains.

Together, we calculated costs, detailed market strategies, and planned pricing carefully, all of which came down to a ten-page business plan. And the most stressful moment was when we presented our plan to the review committee. Eventually, they approved our $300 startup loan (借款). We jumped for joy in the hallway.

We produced over eighty items with reasonable prices: candles at $6, bracelets at $4, keychains at $3. So we needed to sell that many items to repay the loan.

“Everything’s perfect.” Maya declared. Watching students flood into the gym, I believed her.

But an hour passed. Then another. Our table remained painfully quiet while chaos erupted around us. A booth (摊位) named “Game On!” had a line of students waiting to play balloon-shooting. Next to them, “Magic Bakery” had sold out of cookies. Students walked past our “FashionHut” with barely a glance.

“Maybe our prices are too high,” Jake whispered. “But if we lower prices now, we won’t make enough.” I disagreed.

The $300 loan hung over us like a storm cloud. We had signed an agreement to repay the full amount. By the two-hour bell, we had sold exactly two candles and one bracelet. We had two hundred and eighty-four dollars to go.

Normally, I avoided talking to strangers. In class, I never raised my hand. But now thinking of the loan, weeks of work, and my friends’ disappointed faces, I wouldn’t want our business to go up in smoke.

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Paragraph 1: “New plan. We can no longer wait for them to come to us.” I declared.

Paragraph 2: After the final bell rang, we counted our earnings eagerly.

153. 2026 年普通高等学校招生全国统一考试模拟测试（一）广东卷

Every day after school, Lucas and Noah pressed their noses against Mr. Henderson’s shop window. They stared at the red bicycle that stood proudly in the center of the display. For months, they had saved every spare coin, yet the price still seemed far beyond their reach.

When the first snow of winter covered their town, the brothers saw an opportunity. They grabbed their shovels (铲子), determined to turn the snowfall into savings through hard-work.

They started in their own neighborhood. But many residents had already cleared their walkways, and those who hadn’t only offered a few coins for short paths. After several tiring hours, they had earned just seven dollars — far less than they had hoped.

Refusing to give up, they headed to Maple Street, where the houses were bigger and the driveways deeper in snow. Noah knocked on the door of a beautiful Victorian house. Mrs. Williams answered, looking like she was in a hurry. When Noah asked if she needed her driveway shoveled, she agreed at once. She took a twenty-dollar bill from her purse and placed it into Noah’s hand.

“I have to rush out,” she said with an encouraging smile. “I’ll leave it in your capable hands.”

The boys stared at the bill, amazed. Twenty dollars — more than they had made the entire day! Laughing in disbelief, they set to work with fresh energy. The initial excitement carried them through the first hour of work. But as the afternoon darkened and the temperature dropped, the work became harden. Their hands grew numb (麻木), their muscles ached, and the long driveway seemed endless.

Halfway through, Lucas threw down his shovel in frustration (沮丧). “Let’s just go. She’ll never know we didn’t finish.”

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Paragraph 1: Noah’s aching hands seemed to agree with his brother’s words.

Paragraph 2: As they cleared the final shovel of snow, Mrs. Williams’ car returned.

154. 2026 年广州市普通高中毕业班综合测试（一）

Andy stared at the white envelope on his desk. The Student Affairs Office logo in the corner made his stomach sink. He opened it slowly.

Health and Safety Warning.

Fine (罚款): $300.

Three hundred dollars — his entire summer earnings, meant for books and a winter coat. Now gone, all because of a messy room!

Andy was a quiet international student who kept his side of the dorm perfectly organized. For him, neatness brought calm and control. His roommate, Eric, was the opposite: he lived in what could only be described as a happy mess. Clothes piled on his chair, empty snack bags collected on the floor, and the shared waste bin always overflowed. But Eric was kind — he’d shown Andy around campus, helped with his homework, and lifted his spirits when he was homesick.

Andy was grateful. He never complained. He didn’t want to start a fight. So, he’d sigh and quietly take out the garbage, thinking it was a small price for such a good friend. But he’d been home for two weeks — and returned to this. Now, holding the letter, he felt it was a big mistake. “I’ve been cleaning up his mess, and I get fined too?” he thought in frustration. This wasn’t fair. His usual “avoid trouble” plan had failed.

Just then, the door flew open. “Andy! You won’t believe the game today…” Eric’s energetic entry stopped short. “Whoa. You look pale as a sheet. What’s wrong?”

Without a word, Andy held out the warning letter. Eric took it, his smile fading as he read. “Oh, no. A fine? Three hundred? I’m… I’m really sorry.” He looked from the letter to the pile of pizza boxes in the corner, which he’d meant to throw out for days, then to Andy’s spotless desk. Real guilt washed over his face. “I’ve been completely careless about this. I’m sorry Andy…”

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Paragraph 1: “It’s okay,” Andy said quietly, “but let’s clean it together now.”

Paragraph 2: They both knew that one-time cleaning was not enough — they needed rules.

155. 德州市 2026 年高考诊断性测试

Around 15 years ago, I was working at a Veterans’ Home (老兵之家) in a small town which was not far from my home. It was a nice care home and everyone there was well treated. We had an elderly gentleman, John, who had been a soldier. He was lovely but a little lonely because his wife passed away last year and he had no children.

We tried our best to cheer him up—planning small activities and checking on him regularly—but John still felt lonely. The only time he felt a little better was during his daily walk in the park nearby. That slow walk with his walking stick would lead him to an old oak tree, where he’d sit on the bench to miss his wife, finding a little peace in his lonely days.

One summer day, John came back to the care home looking clearly upset. We soon found out what was wrong: a group of teenagers wearing hoods (兜帽) had been hanging around the park. They rushed around, talking loudly. Their rude behavior made him feel uneasy and even a little annoyed. That quiet place he’d ever loved was no longer peaceful. For several days, John didn’t go there for his walks. But he missed that daily walk so badly—he couldn’t stand giving up the only thing that brought him comfort.

Days later, John approached me with a determined look. “I need to handle this myself,” he said firmly, “that’s what an old soldier does.” With that, he grabbed his walking stick and headed towards the park before I could react. Concerned about his safety, I handed over my duties to a colleague, and then followed him quietly, wondering what might happen. When arriving at the park, what I witnessed was far beyond imagination.

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Paragraph 1: John stood among the teens—not angry, not demanding, but calm.

Paragraph 2: The next day, the teens visited the care home as invited.

156. 成都市 2023 级高三第二次模拟测试

Mrs. Thompson wasn’t what you’d expect from someone who would change the course of a town. In her 60s, she was quiet, soft-spoken, and didn’t seem to stand out in any way. But what she lacked in presence, she more than made up for with her determination and a heart full of sympathy. When she moved into our town, she noticed the rundown state of the local playground — faded equipment, worn paint, and weeds growing through the gravel. It was a far cry from the beautiful playgrounds she remembered from her own childhood.

Rather than complaining about it, Mrs. Thompson decided to do something about it. She didn’t have any grand plans or special expertise. She simply had an idea — a vision for a better playground where kids could play and families could gather. Mrs. Thompson started small, going door-to-door, talking to neighbors, and explaining her idea. At first, some people were doubtful. The town was struggling with budget cuts and didn’t have much extra money for a playground overhaul. But Mrs. Thompson’s passion was infectious. She listened to everyone’s concerns and patiently responded to them. She made it clear that this wasn’t just her project but something the whole community could benefit from.

Mrs. Thompson’s determination was quite strong. She tirelessly fundraised, organized bake sales, car washes, and even held a small-town fair to raise money. She faced countless difficulties — funding challenges, logistical issues, and sometimes just sheer doubt from others. But she never gave up and her determination slowly began to draw more and more people into her cause. Neighbors started pitching in, donating time, skills, and money. A local construction company offered to do the heavy lifting for free. Businesses contributed materials, and parents volunteered to paint, build, and clean up.

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Paragraph 1: It was a great day when the new playground was finally ready.

Paragraph 2: Mrs. Thompson’s influence didn’t end with a new playground.

157. 浙江省新阵地教育联盟 2026 届第二次联考

I frowned at myself in the dressing-room mirror. I was wearing white tights, a white leotard (紧身连衣裤), and a white cap that hid most of my hair. I was one of 10 snowflakes in my dance school’s Winter Wonderland show.

“Grandma, I really don’t feel like being in the show,” I said. Grandma Lani looked at me gently. “Why, mo’opuna?” Mo’opuna means “grandchild” in Hawaiian. Grandma Lani has always lived in Hawaii. “You love to dance.” I used to love to dance. Then Ms. Tuttle gave the part of the Snow Queen to Christine Abrams. Christine got to wear a blue leotard and a feathery skirt that drifted out like a cloud every time she twirled. And she got to do a dance once all by herself. The snowflakes just had to run and spin to look like a snowstorm. I sighed. “I don’t like our dance. And no one would notice if I weren’t there. There are so many of us.” “I would notice,” she reassured me softly.

As Christine walked toward us, Grandma paused and smiled at her. “What a beautiful costume!” Christine glided away, her skirt waving behind her. I hung my head. Grandma took my hand, “What’s bothering my Avery?” “And you won’t be able to tell me apart from the other snowflakes,” I whispered.

Grandma was about to speak. Then something outside the window caught her eye. She grabbed my hand and my coat and pulled me out of the dressing room and through the doors to the outside. It was snowing. Grandma held her breath and I suddenly thought of something. “Grandma, have you ever seen snow before?” “No, mo’opuna. In Hawaii, it snows only on the very tops of mountains.”

I had seen snow lots of times, but now I tried to see it differently, as if it was new. I saw snowflakes twisting through the air in different directions, sparkling and shining at us. So many snowflakes came together to create something magical. “Aloha,” Grandma whispered to the sky. Aloha can mean many things, including “love”, “hello”, and “good-bye”. “I don’t know when I’ll see something like that again.” “I do,” I said.

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Paragraph 1: Back in the dressing room, I knew something within me had quietly changed.

Paragraph 2: As the curtain fell, I heard Grandma’s applause rising above the rest.

158. 杭州二中高三年级 2026 年 3 月月考

“Another A+, and I’ll get you that new game you’ve been wanting,” my mom said with a smile. It was just the motivation I needed. I was usually a pretty good student, but with that extra push, I was determined to do well on my next math test. Every evening, I buried myself in my notes, practicing problems. My confidence grew with every completed practice test.

When the big day arrived, I felt ready. I took a deep breath as I entered the classroom and tried to keep calm. But despite all the preparation, my nerves got the better of me. Halfway through the test, I blanked on a formula, and time was running out. I scribbled down the best answers I could and handed in my paper, hoping for the best.

A week later, I got the test back. My heart sank as I saw the big red “A-“ at the top. “No game,” I thought miserably. It wasn’t a bad grade, but it wasn’t enough. Disappointed, I stared at the grade, wishing it could magically turn into an “A+”. I could almost hear my mom’s voice, full of pride, congratulating me on my hard work. The idea gnawed (啃咬) at me until I did something I never thought I’d do. I changed the “-“ into a “+”.

The moment I got home, I handed the test to my mom with a forced smile. She looked at it and congratulated me, hugging me proudly. Then she turned to walk toward her bedroom. My heart raced — part excitement, part a sharp twist of guilt I couldn’t ignore. A moment later, she emerged holding a black box, the logo of the game I’d begged for glinting in the lamplight. “I picked it up yesterday, just knowing my hardworking kid would pull through,” she said, pressing the box into my hands. I forced a thank-you, my voice tight.

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Paragraph 1: Later that night, I tossed and turned in bed, lost in reflection.

Paragraph 2: The next morning, I decided to tell her the truth even if it meant losing the game.

159. 武汉市 2026 届高中毕业生三月调研考试

Jane had a deep affection for birds. Every morning, she scattered (抛撒) seeds in her backyard and whispered, “Good morning, my little friends!” To her, their songs sounded like cheerful laughter, and she often laughed along with them.

However, her neighbor, Mr. Thompson, didn’t share her joy. He was constantly annoyed by the birds that flew into his yard. “They’re too noisy!” he complained. “And they make such a mess in MY yard!” His sharp words made Jane feel quite uneasy, yet she refused to give up on her feathered friends. She firmly believed that every small creature deserved care.

One morning, Jane discovered a small sparrow (麻雀) shaking under the fence. One of its wings looked bent at a painful angle. Filled with worry, Jane carefully picked it up and named it Pip. She placed him in a small, warm basket in a safe corner right next to the fence.

A week passed. Pip was getting better but still unable to fly. One afternoon, while Jane was feeding Pip by the fence, Mr. Thompson shouted from his side, “You’re just asking for trouble!” Jane gently lifted Pip in her hands so Mr. Thompson could see him through the gaps in the fence. “Look, Mr. Thompson. Pip’s wing is hurt.” Mr. Thompson cast an impatient glance at the tiny creature. For a moment, his frown (皱眉) softened. “That wing…” he said softly, almost to himself.

Just then, Jane’s mother called her from the driveway, saying they were leaving for a family visit. Jane waved a quick goodbye to Pip and hurried to the car. However, on their way home, a heavy storm broke out. Watching the trees shaking in the strong wind, Jane felt very worried about Pip, who was left all alone in the yard. The moment they pulled into the driveway, she dashed toward the backyard, calling Pip’s name.

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Paragraph 1: To her horror, the basket was empty.

Paragraph 2: At this moment, Mr. Thompson appeared with Pip.

160. 2026 年汕头市普通高考第一次模拟考试

Every New Year’s Eve, as a family tradition, everyone—uncles, aunts, cousins—gathers at one house to celebrate the coming of the new year, having a big dinner and doing the countdown. This year, the gathering would be held in Alex’s home and he was so looking forward to it.

Preparing a big dinner is never easy. Mom started the rush early. She was in the kitchen, as busy as a bee. “I hope Dad will be back soon,” Mom said to Alex. Dad was a mechanic, responsible for a district’s power lines. “He promised he’d get off work at four.” Alex replied and volunteered to be the “decoration helper”.

At 6:00, the bell rang. It was Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mark, but no Dad. By 6:30, the house was well-decorated and Alex had hung a red lantern high above the doorway, a symbol of happiness and reunion. Mom managed to finish the cooking when the bell rang again. It was Grandma and Grandpa, together with Uncle Jack’s family. Still no Dad. Mom was worried, “The cold wind is getting stronger tonight.”

While waiting for Dad, Alex turned on the music and kept busy chatting with all the guests about holidays and his school life. Mom texted and called Dad, but, no answer.

At 7:15, stomachs made noise louder than the music. Alex found Mom in the bedroom and he heard Dad say “Sorry” over the phone. Mom handed the phone to Alex, disappointment written on her face. “What happened, Dad?” Dad shouted over the wind, “The main power line is broken! All the workers are here. We have to fix it, or many people will have a cold and dark night. I am so sorry, but you know… this is my duty.”

Looking at Mom, Alex felt it was now his job to keep the evening alive. “Well,” Alex replied, “Dad, take your time and take care of yourself. I will help Mom make sure everything goes well.”

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Paragraph 1: “Mom, shall we start the dinner?” asked Alex.

Paragraph 2: At 11:50, the door opened and in came Dad, looking tired.

161. 江苏省部分学校 2025-2026 学年高三年级 3 月调研考试

Daniel had always been the top student in his class. He worked very hard and got the best grades. Because of this, he thought school was only about competition. He spent all his time alone, studying in the library or at home. He didn’t join any clubs or sports teams. To Daniel, his classmates were not friends, but rivals.

Everything changed when his Math teacher, Mr. Wilson, started a new class project called “Learning Together”. Each student had to work with a partner for one month before the final presentation. Daniel was paired with Alex. Alex was friendly and well liked by everyone. He played on the basketball team and always had a smile. But Alex found math very difficult. He often failed his math tests.

Their first meeting was uncomfortable. Daniel wanted to finish quickly. He explained the math problems in a fast and confusing way. Alex looked lost but kept trying. He asked many questions like, “Why does this formula(公式) work?” or “Can we use a simpler example?” Daniel was annoyed at first. He thought the answers were obvious.

One afternoon, after another frustrating study session, Alex didn’t leave. He opened his notebook and showed it to Daniel. The pages were full of colorful drawings next to the math problems. Alex had drawn basketball courts to explain angles, and pizza slices to explain fractions. “This is how I see the world,” Alex said quietly. “I just can’t connect it to the numbers on the page.”

Daniel looked at the drawings and felt something strange. He realized Alex wasn’t lazy or stupid. Alex was trying in his own way. Daniel had never thought about math like this before. For him, math was just rules and answers. For Alex, it was part of life. That evening, Daniel went home and thought for a long time. Maybe, he thought, he could learn something from Alex too.

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Paragraph 1: The day before the presentation, Alex called Daniel, his voice full of worry.

Paragraph 2: When standing in front of the class, Daniel did something no one expected.

162. 泉州市 2026 届高中毕业班模拟考试（一）

It was one of those Saturday mornings when the to-do list stretched longer than the daylight hours. Our backyard, once my pride and joy, had become a wild grassland where weeds staged a full-scale occupation over the flower beds. To make matters more challenging, my three children — Mike, Emma, and little Sam — had been bursting with restless energy all week, their stored excitement from school ready to burst forth before a long weekend.

“We’re having a backyard exploration today,” I announced at breakfast, already expecting complaints. The reaction was mixed: ten-year-old Mike asked if this was one of those “fun chores,” while Emma simply sighed. But Sam’s eyes lit up. I handed out old hats and gloves — comically large on Sam — and explained our mission: reclaim the kingdom from the weeds.

We started pulling weeds. Sam proudly held up every weed as if it were a captured enemy flag, while Mike fell into a rhythm of quiet determination. “That’s how you know you’re really working,” he said wisely when Emma complained about her back. To keep their spirits up, I played upbeat music, and soon we were pulling and dancing down the flower bed — all except Emma, who still sat apart, arms crossed.

I walked over and knelt beside her. “Come see something,” I said gently. She hesitated but followed me to a flower bed, where among the thick green leaves, something small and purple caught the morning light — a lavender (薰衣草) flower, half-hidden, still alive. Emma bent down for a closer look, her eyes widening. Her fingers, once unwilling, moved with care as she gently parted the leaves, revealing more tiny purple flowers beneath.

She looked up at me, and for the first time that morning, she smiled. Without a word, she began carefully clearing the weeds around the lavender. The others noticed and gathered around, their pulling becoming more purposeful.

In that quiet moment, the garden began to feel like ours again — not because the weeds were gone, but because we had discovered something worth protecting together.

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Paragraph 1: “Mike! Sam! Come and look!” Emma called out.

Paragraph 2: That afternoon, my husband came home, his eyes widening at the garden.

163. 济宁市 2026 年高考第一次模拟考试

It came as a shock when the new president of the company where I had worked for 29 years called me to his office one Tuesday morning along with the human resources director (HRD). He looked at me and announced. “We’re planning a retirement luncheon for you this Friday…”

As the chief editor of the company’s travel magazine I had founded some 20 years earlier, I had received nothing but glowing reports on every review. But the truth is, I was 78 years old and highly paid. I suspect the company felt that it was time to bring in a younger person at a lower salary in this period of economic stress.

“Are there no other jobs in the company where I might fit in?” I asked.

“None at your salary,” the HRD assured me.

“I heard you were looking for a writer in travel promotions,” I continued.

“You wouldn’t be interested in that. The pay is one third of your current salary.”

“I’ll think about it,” I said. “I don’t really care about the money. I just enjoy working.”

The new president looked visibly shocked. He exchanged questioning glances with the HRD, then folded up his notebook and stood up.

“Cancel the Friday luncheon,” he said.

Walking out of the office, I seriously considered applying for the travel promotions job, but did I really want to take a low-paid job after so many years at the top, just for the joy of working? If not here, maybe somewhere else. But who would hire a 78-year-old editor?

Overcome with the anxiety, I suddenly thought of the sentence my mother quoted to me: “Man has infinite (无限的) capabilities, limitless opportunities and ceaseless occupation.” Age played no part in that quotation. I only needed to know that I had infinite intelligence and limitless ideas and the right opportunity would present itself to me.

I wouldn’t wait for that opportunity to come to me.

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Paragraph 1: I started looking for writing opportunities online.

Paragraph 2: Luckily, Marco Polo, a travel magazine, arranged an interview for me.

164. 2025-2026 学年第二学期浙江省名校协作体高三

My most memorable Thanksgiving happened last year at our local church, where a simple outreach program blossomed into a profound lesson on the power of sharing, care, and inclusion.

A week before Thanksgiving, with a few church members, we wanted to give away holiday meals for families in our community. We contacted neighbors and social workers for families who might be struggling. Their responses were overwhelming: a single mother, Amy, working two jobs to pay medical bills; an elderly couple, Mr and Mrs Jones, whose fixed income couldn’t stretch; the Tomas family, displaced by a recent fire…

Eventually, we created a list of 10 families in financial need, each to receive a Thanksgiving food basket. These were carefully prepared baskets with all necessities for a traditional holiday meal: golden stuffing mix, green beans, sweet potatoes, jellied cranberry sauce, flour, butter, onions, and dessert items, and even turkeys and hams.

That night, the fellowship hall buzzed with laughter and emotion. As each family arrived to pick up their basket, their gratitude was evident. Mr and Mrs Jones shared how this would be their first full meal together in weeks. Amy spoke quietly about job losses, and others about hardships. Yet, in that hall, there was warmth restored.

Just as the families were about to leave, a father, mother, and a child with worn but neat clothes stepped in. The father said they had simply heard through word of mouth that a church was giving out food and decided to come. Clearly, they were not on our list. I approached them and explained that we were unable to provide supplies today for an extra family due to limited resources. I felt so sorry as I looked at the family, hoping they would understand the difficult circumstances. The man responded with an awkward smile, saying, “Oh, never mind. We just came to see if anything was available. Thank you anyway.”

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Paragraph 1: Just as the disappointed family were about to leave, Mrs. Jones stopped them.

Paragraph 2: Seeing the special “basket”, the family were moved to tears.

165. 26年3月浙江强基高三英语试卷

In 2005, my husband Meherwan and I took a leap of faith. We moved with our 3-year-old daughter, Aria, from the bustling streets of San Francisco to Asheville, a small Appalachian town. To me, relocating from a major international city to the mountains seemed like a “wild experiment”, filled with the unknown.

However, Asheville quickly got its hooks into us. We opened a restaurant, and soon discovered that life here felt “real”. During a local festival, I watched Aria run to embrace a stranger of her age, while around them, punk-rock cooks and elderly people from all walks of life held hands in a community dance. I realized then that people moved here to rediscover community and look out for each other. We had found our “forever roots” in this unique haven of openness and tolerance.

But our bond was tested on September 27, 2024, when Hurricane Helene struck with record-breaking quantities of rain. We awoke to a world of utter devastation. Ankle-deep streams had turned into wild rivers, smashing homes and businesses. The ruin was complete: roads were washed out, power lines were down, and we were cut off from the rest of the world. No cell service, no Internet, no running water — only the frightening silence of isolation. Refusing to sit still and grieve, Meherwan and I gathered a small crew at our restaurant. We had thrived here for nineteen years, and now it was time to give back. By the second day, we began cooking for our neighbors, despite the lack of resources. We weren’t just serving food; we were trying to sustain the spirit of our town.

While we were busy in the kitchen, I looked up to see a group of kids wandering in on their bikes. They weren’t looking for a handout but rather to give a hand. With their boots covered in mud, they stood ready. “We want to help,” one of them said firmly.

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Paragraph 1: I nodded and assigned the young volunteers to the sandwich station.

Paragraph 2: Soon, similar scenes of support were playing out all over the city.

166. 26年3月淄博高三一模

In January 2023, the East Bridgewater Police Department reached a significant milestone by welcoming Hunter, the first police dog in the department’s history. Hunter, a two-year-old Belgian Malinois, stood out among candidates due to his sharp intelligence, natural courage, and strong drive to work. He was paired with Officer Michael Connor, a highly respected retired soldier with twelve years on the force and a genuine love for working with dogs.

To prepare for the demands of police work, Hunter and Officer Connor underwent months of intensive training together at the Massachusetts State Police K-9 Academy. Their training covered a wide range of critical skills, including tracking missing persons, searching buildings and safely arresting suspects. Through countless exercises and real-world simulations, the pair developed deep trust and effective teamwork. Upon successfully completing their certification, they became an official dual-purpose K-9 team, capable of handling both patrol (巡逻) duties and specialized tasks.

The creation of the K-9 program would not have been possible without the generous support of local businesses and community members, who stepped forward with donations to help bring Hunter to the department. Chief Timothy Fernandes praised the initiative as a historic step forward for public safety. He emphasized that Hunter would serve not only as a powerful tool in fighting crime but also as a bridge between the police and the community, especially during visits to schools and local events.

When not on duty, Hunter lives comfortably with Officer Connor and his family, enjoying a warm and caring home environment. He rides in a specially equipped police car and patrols the streets of East Bridgewater every day. Officer Connor often shares that Hunter is much more than a working partner — he is a true member of the family.

One afternoon, the team received an urgent call about a child reported missing near a wooded area. Without hesitation, they rushed to the scene. Hunter immediately began sniffing (闻) the ground carefully, quickly picking up a faint scent and leading Officer Connor deeper into the trees.

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Paragraph 1: Without hesitation, Officer Connor followed Hunter into the woods.

Paragraph 2: The pair led the boy safely out of the woods and sent him home.

167. 26年3月湖北11校

We were required to listen to a speech about bullying (霸凌), peer pressure and put-downs. The entire year our grade had been lectured over and over again on these topics because we were earning the reputation as the worst grade in the school, which was not a reputation that my friends nor I were particularly proud of.

As the speaker stood in front of the entire grade, attempting to get our attention, my friends and I sat back, prepared to sit through another boring speech, but as soon as she started talking, I snapped to attention (立即站立). She knew how to reach into our minds and souls and make us think. And for once, I actually began to think about what she was talking about. I thought about all the kids who came to school every day, despite knowing they would have to face cruel comments all day long.

One boy, in particular, came to my mind. Every day, this boy came to first hour late. We knew it was because he needed to get medicine from the nurse, but this didn’t stop the kids in the class from making fun of him. They punched him in the shoulder and said, “Hey, man! Where have you been?” And then another would add, “How’s that friend of yours? Oh sorry, we forgot. You don’t have a friend.” The boy would put his head down on his desk in shame, but the attackers only laughed and continued the cruelty until the entire room was laughing at his expense.

Thoughts of this poor boy filled my mind. I sighed, thinking how sorry I felt for him. Just then, the speaker said: “Now, before leaving today, I would like to give everyone an opportunity to say anything about bullying or peer pressure. You may apologize to a friend, thank someone, anything. And this is the one time I can promise that no one will laugh at you.”

The stillness in the room made us believe her. One girl apologized to a friend she had been ignoring recently. Another thanked a student for his kindness. It was then that my moment of courage happened. I raised my hand.

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Paragraph 1: The speaker called on me, and with hands shaking and heart pounding, I began to talk.

Paragraph 2: I noticed that from that day on, people began to treat the boy a little better.

168. 湖南省2026届高三九校联盟第二次联考

Lily stared at the wrinkled rejection letter from the national art competition, her watercolor phoenix (凤凰) lying untouched beside her. As a senior three student struggling with college application stress and endless exams, she’d poured every ounce of frustration and hidden hope into the artwork — its blazing flames a metaphor for her desire to rise above overwhelming academic pressure. Yet the letter’s cold judgment crushed her: “Looks seemingly flawless (完美的), yet lacks artistic expression, depth and meaning.” In that moment, her confidence fell apart, the phoenix’s fire fading as sharply as her own spirit.

For weeks, Lily locked her paintbrushes away, convinced her lifelong passion for art was a meaningless distraction from her college dreams. The studio she once frequented became a place of shame; she would quicken her pace whenever she passed, unable to face the reminder of her failure.

One afternoon after self-study, Lily entered the classroom to find a book on her desk, left by her art teacher Ms. Hale. Put inside was a short note: “Growth isn’t about never falling — it’s about learning to rise, just like your phoenix.” Curiosity overcame her despair as she leafed through the pages, discovering an article titled Reflections on Reflecting. Its words struck a chord: “Self-awareness grows when we face our doubts, not flee from them.”

As Lily re-read the note and article, she realized the judges’ words weren’t disapproval of her talent, but a challenge to dig deeper. In her pursuit of a “flawless” victory symbol, she had polished away the raw edges of her own struggle, leaving the phoenix technically impressive but emotionally distant. With renewed purpose, slowly, she took out her paintbrushes from the drawer. Instead of starting a new piece immediately, she felt a strong urge to revisit the phoenix — the very symbol of her failure, ready to fill it with the raw, authentic emotion she’d hidden before — rising, like her phoenix, from the ashes of self-doubt.

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Paragraph 1: That evening, Lily spread the phoenix painting on the desk.

Paragraph 2: Weeks later, Lily submitted the revised painting to a local youth exhibition without much expectation.

169. 26年3月滨州高三一模

I stood in the doorway of the apartment I had shared with Sarah for forty years. Since she passed away, every corner was a reminder of what I had lost. I had stopped going out, preferring the silence of my own memories. The world outside seemed gray and indifferent, much like my own heart. I spent my days in a routine that lacked purpose, merely waiting for the time to pass.

One afternoon, a knock at the door startled me. It was unusual for anyone to visit. When I opened the door, I saw Sophie, a seven-year-old girl who lived in the apartment next door. She was always full of energy, her laughter often echoing through the hallway, which used to annoy me. But today, she looked hesitant. “Excuse me, Mr. Miller,” she said softly, “I think I kicked my ball into your hallway.”

I looked down and saw a bright red ball resting near my shoes. It was a sharp contrast to the dull colors of my apartment. I picked it up and handed it to her. She smiled, her eyes lighting up with relief. “Thank you, Mr. Miller! Would you like to see how high I can kick it?” I was about to say no, but something in her expectant gaze stopped me. Instead, I gave a small nod. That small interaction felt like a ray of sunshine in my gray world.

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Paragraph 1: One morning, I found a small gift on my doormat.

Paragraph 2: Gradually, Sophie and I became the best of friends.

170. 26年3月烟台一模

Jake and Leo were the star shooting guards of East High and West High respectively, both crazy about basketball and skateboarding. They were often seen practicing three-pointers in the park basketball court and racing each other at the park track on weekends, each determined to outshine the other. Basketball games were held regularly between the two schools. On the court, they were tough rivals; off the court, they competed in secret. Despite this, neither of them expected a conflict would explode between them at the city basketball final.

That afternoon, the gym packed with audience shook with cheers. That was a thrilling close game. With 10 seconds left, the score was 58-57 for West High-East High. Jake’s team was down by just one point. Sweat ran down Jake’s forehead, his eyes fixed on the basket, jaw set tight. He dribbled (运球) hard, leaning forward to rush past a defender, glancing at the clock — 6 seconds left. His legs tensed, desperate to score the winning point for his team. Leo, quick as lightning, rushed to block him. Their shoulders crashed violently and Jake’s ball slipped from his hands, rolling out of bounds. The buzzer rang — West High won.

Annoyed, Jake gave Leo a rough push. “You charged into me on purpose!” he shouted. Leo glared at him yelling, “I was just playing defense! You’re just a sore loser who can’t stand defeat!” They wrestled on the court. Their teammates pulled them apart and the two stormed off. For weeks, they stayed away from each other.

One summer noon, Jake grabbed his skateboard and backpack containing a first-aid kit, something every sports addict kept handy, heading to the park skateboarding zone. As he neared the basketball court next to the ramp (滑板坡道), he spotted Leo, alone, practicing jump shots. Seconds later, Leo went for his skateboard nearby, skillfully jumped onto it and slid toward the ramp at high speed.

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Paragraph 1: But the front wheel got stuck in a narrow gap on the ground.

Paragraph 2: After giving Leo first aid, Jake picked him up.

171. 26年3月石家庄一检

The first frost of November painted Mrs. Henderson’s rose bushes silver, but her mood was anything but cheerful. For three days, her morning newspaper Riverdale Gazette had disappeared from its usual spot by the front door. Each morning, she’d glance through her lace curtains at precisely 6:45 a.m., only to find the empty driveway where the newspapers should have been. Her suspicion, like the frost, grew steadily colder and it settled firmly on her new next-door neighbors, the Carters.

The Carters moved in two months ago — a young couple with twin boys. To Mrs. Henderson’s ordered mind, their home was a symphony of cheerful chaos: brightly colored plastic toys spreading across the yard, a tricycle lying on its side by the walkway, and the constant energetic screams of children at play. Newspapers were clearly part of their household mess.

The final straw came on Thursday. Not only was her paper gone, but a beautiful, prize-worthy rose from her front garden bed had been taken clean off. Mrs. Henderson, a champion gardener for twenty years, felt a hot wave of anger. This was no accident: this was damage on purpose! She pictured a small hand reaching through the fence. Enough was enough.

With purpose, she marched next door and rang the bell of the Carters, thinking she should give the boys a lesson.

Mr. Carter answered, looking pleasantly surprised but slightly confused, with a child holding onto each leg and a naughty dog circling his feet. “Mrs. Henderson! What a lovely surprise!” Before she could launch into her prepared speech about community respect and property, her eyes slid past him into the hallway. There, neatly stood on a small table beside an umbrella stand, were three copies of Riverdale Gazette.

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Paragraph 1: Following her eyes, Mr. Carter’s expression turned to understanding and mild embarrassment.

Paragraph 2: Realizing she was wrong about the boys, Mrs. Henderson’s prepared words were gone.

172. 26年3月福州二检

Helen was old and had trouble walking. The first time I saw her, I had just moved to the new neighbourhood. A neighbor warned, “Everybody here is nice except her. Keep your distance.”

I was optimistic — I wouldn’t judge my unknown neighbor. One morning, I waved at her enthusiastically, but she just stared at me and turned away, leaving me annoyed. “Forget her,” I thought. I avoided Helen since then for the next 15 years, even though we lived within 50 feet. Once, I saw her shout at a teen whose bike blocked her driveway — the fight got so heated the police were called.

We never spoke or even looked at each other until my 40th birthday. I planned a big gathering, inviting my mom and many friends. On the party day, friends’ cars packed the road, some occupying a corner of the entrance to Helen’s driveway. Helen began to scream angrily. When I apologized and explained the circumstances, she became combative (好斗的). “I’m not going to allow this. I will call the police every ten minutes.” She was to make the day hard.

My mother was nearing seventy. She took control of the situation. She headed across the street, walked slowly using her cane (拐杖) and approached Helen. From a distance, I watched anxiously. I was afraid Helen was about to hit my mom. But she did not.

My mother returned after twenty minutes. She told me Helen had been worried that she wouldn’t be able to get her car out quickly in an emergency. My mother assured her we would all help if needed. Mother also learned that Helen lived alone because she lost all her family in a car accident — a tragedy (悲剧) I’d never known about.

My mother spoke of Helen without complaint, but with quiet empathy. But all I could think was that as long as Helen didn’t cause any more trouble that day, I’d be content.

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Paragraph 1: And Mom insisted that we invite Helen to the party.

Paragraph 2: I had expected the talk in the party with Helen to be brief.

173. 26年3月苏北七地市二模

For as long as I can remember, I have found small talk problematic. It was boring at best and stressful at worst. A colleague commented on the weather, when I could see for myself that it was raining.

I worked in book publishing for years, where networking was essential. I could discuss authors, print runs or marketing budgets with ease. But asking how a buyer had travelled to the event? Or where a journalist had parked? I didn’t care! So why were these the conversations we were all having? Everyone else seemed at ease, while I felt on edge.

Every exchange felt like a performance, an evaluation I was sure I was failing. I didn’t understand the rules of engagement. For example, how long should small talk last? Should I answer honestly? I worried that my responses were either flat or manic (狂躁的), my questions barked out like an interrogator (审讯者).

Then came an unexpected encounter that changed everything. In early May, I attended the annual publishing gathering. I stood by the food table, holding a cup of wine and nodding with a tight smile to stop more conversation.

Then, the self-help author Wayne Dyer approached, calm and thoughtful, like a person who could find meaning in small things. He didn’t lead with the usual topics about the weather or my weekend. Instead, he glanced at the event copy I was holding and remarked, “I’ve always been struck by the cover art for this series. In your view, what really makes a cover work?” His tone was thoughtful and his gaze stayed on me. Caught off guard, I gave a real answer. We fell into a short, easy discussion about design and what drew a reader in. For once, the chat didn’t feel forced; it felt like an exchange. I felt listened to.

With a brief smile, he drifted away, leaving his words hanging in the air, “Change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change.”

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Paragraph 1: Inspired, I decided to try a new approach.

Paragraph 2: Now small talk no longer causes me anxiety.

174. 26年3月苏锡常镇一模

Eddie valued his family’s accordion (手风琴) — a treasure passed down from his grandfather to his father, representing his Mexican-American family’s Tejano music tradition. Raised in San Antonio neighborhood filled with Tejano rhythms, Eddie learned the instrument from his father and formed the band Las Estrellas (“The Stars”) with childhood friends: Luis on drums and Ruben on guitar.

Each day, Eddie hurried to Luis’s house for practice, struggling with the heavy accordion case while worrying about Ruben. Though a gifted guitarist who picked up songs quickly and loved playing with the band, Ruben hated practicing alone. He was always late, and his lack of solo (单独的) practice led to constant mistakes — a growing problem for the trio (三重奏).

Their lives changed when Luis handed Eddie an envelope from the Tejano Festival: an invitation to perform in just two months. The boys celebrated wildly, but Eddie’s joy was mixed with anxiety, hoping the opportunity would motivate Ruben to practice. That night, Eddie shared the news with his family. His father, a former festival winner, presented a trophy (奖杯) with “First Place” written on it and encouraged him, “You belong there and will shine.” Eddie admitted his worry about Ruben, who was too talented and dear a friend to replace. His father advised, “Find out why he won’t practice alone and help him.”

At their next practice, Ruben messed up the festival song at the very beginning. He claimed sore fingers from building a hut (简陋的小屋), but Luis accused him of skipping practice. Ruben got annoyed, and Eddie was angry. Following his father’s advice, Eddie asked Ruben why he didn’t play at home as he should. Ruben admitted, “My guitar sounds lonely alone, and I can’t focus.”

Upon learning where Ruben’s problem lay, Eddie decided to take immediate action to make practice fun for Ruben. On the way to Luis’s, Eddie came up with a plan: practice together at Ruben’s house daily. Luis agreed and they ordered Ruben’s favorite pizza for a surprise.

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Paragraph 1: With pizza in hand, Eddie and Luis arrived at Ruben’s door.

Paragraph 2: Finally, the big day came.

175. 26年3月莆田二模

It was a cold Saturday morning, and the wind was howling outside. I was volunteering at the local library, a place that usually provided a warm escape from the winter chill. As I was shelving books, I noticed a young boy named Leo. He seemed to be searching for something, his eyes scanning the shelves with an intensity that caught my attention.

“Can I help you find something, Leo?” I asked. He looked up, his face brightening. “I’m looking for a book about space,” he said. “I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find it.” I remembered seeing a similar book in the storage room earlier that morning. I knew how much it meant to him.

Leo was a frequent visitor to the library, always polite and curious. He loved learning about the universe and would spend hours reading about planets and stars. His enthusiasm was contagious, and I always enjoyed our little chats. Today, however, he looked disappointed. I could tell he had been looking forward to finding this particular book.

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Paragraph 1: I told Leo I would help him find the book.

Paragraph 2: A week later, Leo’s mother came to the library.

176. 26年3月菏泽一模

Jake was 12, and words had always been his worst enemy. In class, he stuttered (口吃) over sentences when called on; his worksheets came back covered in red marks for misspellings. The joking was constant — kids called him “slow” or “stupid” in the hallway.

Jake stopped trying to keep up, skipping homework after school. His only escape was taking apart old toy cars and remote controls, then putting them back together — sometimes even better than before. It was the only thing that made him feel smart, even if no one else noticed.

One afternoon, as he sat on the sidewalk outside his school, fixing a neighbor’s broken drone, a voice interrupted his focus. “That’s some impressive work you’ve got there.”

Jake looked up to see Mrs. Henderson, the fifth-grade teacher who lived next to the school. He tensed up, ready to grab the drone and run — he didn’t need another person to laugh at him. But Mrs. Henderson sat down beside him, her eyes soft, and asked him to explain how he’d fixed the drone’s motor.

For the first time in years, Jake talked without feeling self-conscious. He chatted about how he could “feel” what was wrong with a machine just by touching it. Mrs. Henderson listened carefully, nodding along, then she smiled. “You’re not a slow learner, Jake,” she said. “You’re a different kind of learner. Your gift is in your hands — you’re a born engineer.”

She told him about the regional robotics competition in three months, where teams built robots to complete tasks. Jake shook his head immediately. “I can’t,” he said. “I can’t read the rules, and I’ll let the team down.”

But Mrs. Henderson refused to let him quit. She offered to read the competition guidelines aloud to him, translating the technical jargon (行话) into simple terms. She talked the school into letting him use the science lab after hours to build his robot. And she even recruited (招募) two classmates — Mia, who loved coding, and Leo, who was good at building structures — to join his team.

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Paragraph 1: The road to the competition was filled with obstacles.

Paragraph 2: When the final scores were announced, the room went quiet.

177. 26年3月襄阳一模

A Priceless Collection

It was a hot and stuffy summer afternoon. I was searching for old textbooks in the study when I accidentally knocked a wooden box off the top shelf. As the lid popped open, a pile of yellowed letters, a cracked coarse porcelain bowl (粗瓷碗), and an unremarkable old fountain pen fell out. I picked up the pen and glanced at it: its body had faded, most of the paint on the cap had peeled off, and the nib (笔尖) was slightly bent. I threw it back into the box impatiently, complaining, “Why does Grandpa always collect these useless things? They take up space and aren’t worth anything.”

“This is no ordinary thing,” Grandpa said, appearing behind me unexpectedly, with a touch of seriousness in his voice. “It was passed down to me by your great-grandfather.” I glared at the box, and crossed my arms. “It’s old and cheap. What’s the point of collecting it?”

Grandpa wasn’t angry. He just picked up the box gently and slowly told me the past. When great-grandfather was young, he was the only teacher in the village. This pen was his most precious possession, bought with his first month’s salary. On cold winter nights, he held this pen to correct homework and prepare lessons under the lamp, his neat and strong handwriting lighting the way for countless children’s studies. Later, great-grandfather passed the pen to Grandpa, telling him, “Though small, this pen holds the warmth of life and records the perseverance of the moment. Pass it on.”

I listened quietly, my impatience fading away.

Grandpa then pointed to the letters in the box — they were the ones he’d written to Grandma when he was young, with neat handwriting and full of care in every line. The broken bowl was the only bowl his family had when he was a child. Even though it was broken, Grandma still kept it carefully, saying they should remember those hard days when they stuck together.

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Paragraph 1: As I listened to Grandpa’s words, my cheeks burned with shame.

Paragraph 2: Months later, I showed my priceless collection box to Grandpa.

178. 26年3月赣州一模

“Package!” a man called to me through the window, placing a box on the doorstep. I jumped and nearly slid out of my chair and under the dining room table, but it was too late. He’d already seen me. I forced a smile and thanked him as he turned away.

Growing up, I lived in the last house on a dead-end street. Neighbors hardly passed by, let alone strangers. In college, I was blessed with the best roommates one could ever expect. They let me hide behind them when we were around other people.

In the subsequent years, I kept working around my anxiety about crowds and people by waiting them out. If I saw someone at the spot I was going to, I’d hang back at a distance until they were done.

After my husband and I bought our own house, I’d hang my head over the balcony (阳台) railing to see if anyone was outside. For an introvert (内向者) like me, this was the most convenient way to minimize the chance of encountering a stranger.

Nevertheless, I didn’t shut out the world entirely. Like many introverts, I love books. I could connect with all sorts of characters and find endless joy in exploring their worlds. Thus, once we had a house, I couldn’t wait to build a Little Free Library.

“You do realize that means people will be coming to the yard, right?” my husband asked.

I tried not to think about that part through the preparations and finally launched my dream library. I would sit at my desk at the corner, knowing all sorts of folks from the neighborhood were coming for a book or two and pretending they weren’t there.

Every day before closing time, I would check the Library and see what books the visitors had taken and take delight in their choices. It was a way of bonding with fellow hook lovers from a safe distance.

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Paragraph 1: Unexpectedly, that distance grew shorter as time went by.

Paragraph 2: The interactions with these friendly and curious visitors truly changed me.

179. 金丽衢十二校 2025-2026 学年高三第二次联考

It was a bitterly cold, snow-choked Christmas Eve when Yvonne White got a call from an unknown number. A strange, calm voice on the other end of the line said, “Hi. You don’t know me, but I have your brother.” It was Aughtry, a woman who would soon become the lifeline for Yvonne’s brother, Joey—a gentle, mentally disabled man with a deep love for baseball and a lifelong routine as a cinema caretaker.

Days earlier, as the worst winter storm in decades bore down, Yvonne had repeatedly warned Joey not to leave his group home. He’d promised to stay put, but the familiar pull of his routine proved too strong. He wandered out into the rapidly worsening white-out, heading toward the cinema where he’d worked for over twenty years, only to get lost within blocks. Hours later, he collapsed exhausted in a snowbank, his cries of pain cutting through the howling wind.

Aughtry, a mother of three, heard his screams from inside her home. Without hesitation, she and her son braved the blinding storm, following the sound until they found Joey, half-frozen and barely conscious, his hands already swollen with severe frostbite. They carried him inside, carefully peeled off his ice-caked clothes, and spent hours warming him with a hair dryer and blankets, his body still trembling violently. Joey, in his delirium (精神错乱), was surprisingly able to recite Yvonne’s phone number from memory. When Aughtry finally reached her, Yvonne could only listen in terror, trapped indoors by the impassable snow and ice outside.

For the following two days, Aughtry and her family provided continuous care for Joey, but it was just getting worse and worse. They made several urgent calls to emergency services, describing the severity of his condition. Each time, they were told that all major roads were blocked, covered by a thick layer of ice, making it impossible for emergency vehicles to navigate the area. Assistance was nowhere to be found.

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Paragraph 1: Desperate, Aughtry turned to social media for help.

Paragraph 2: When Yvonne finally reached the hospital, she found Joey chatting with Aughtry.

180. 青岛市 2026 年高三三年级第一次适应性检测

My name is Mae. I’ve always been passionate about exploring and solving problems—whether fixing a broken toy or figuring out how a phone app works. This led me to join our school’s Coding (编程) Club. In our first lesson, Ms. Davis told us that coding is more than writing lines of code. It is about using technology to make life easier for others.

“Your project,” she announced in class one day, “is to create a simple app that solves a real-life problem.” “You have one week to prepare,” She added gently, hoping this would give us enough time to find inspiration and finish the project.

The challenge stayed with me as I walked to my neighbor Mrs. Thompson’s apartment after school. She had invited me for tea, as she often did on Tuesdays. Mrs. Thompson was kind and cheerful, but lately she had been a little forgetful, often misplacing her keys or repeating the same story twice without realizing it. When I arrived, she was in the kitchen.

“Mae! Good timing,” she greeted me warmly, and then stopped, glancing at the kettle. “Did I already boil water for tea?”

I checked the kettle—it was still warm. We laughed about it as I poured water, and soon we were chatting. Our conversation turned to her weekly book club with friends. Mrs. Thompson smiled, talking about her two old friends. Mr. Brown arrived late for the game, and Mrs. Smith failed to bring her glasses twice. “We’re quite a group,” she said.

Then her expression grew thoughtful. “We manage, of course. But sometimes I think—wouldn’t it be nice if something simply reminds us? Take medicine. Water the plants. Friday for book club.” She tapped her head with a soft laugh.

Her words sank in. At that moment, an idea formed in my mind. As I stood up to leave, I smiled mysteriously, “Give me a few days, and I’ll bring you a little surprise.”

“Oh? I’ll try not to forget that,” she laughed.

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Paragraph 1: That night, I sat at my desk, notebook open and mind racing with details.

Paragraph 2: A week later, I presented my project to Ms. Davis.

181. 黄冈市 2026 年 3 月高三年级模拟考试

I felt looked down upon, degraded, and rejected that day in seventh grade. At school and at home, I was constantly blamed for things I never did, feeling low, embarrassed, and forever behind. Their opinions defined me—I truly believed I was worthless.

A new start came in Mr. Lee’s ninth-grade science class with a group project on insect behavior—a topic I’d secretly loved since childhood. I’d stayed up late reading books, drawing sketches (草图) of ant groups, and even setting up a small observation box at home. As expected, when group formation began, I was left standing alone. “She’ll just sit there doing nothing,” whispered Omar, a boy from the front row. My cheeks burned, and I slid my notebook into my desk, fighting back tears. Just then, Mr. Lee walked over. He picked up my notebook—filled with detailed sketches of ant groups I had been making for months. “I’ve been reviewing your observations,” he said, his voice warm and firm. “Your notes on the ants’ communication methods are remarkably precise, and your sketches show exceptional attention to detail. Seeing such a bright kid fills me with pleasure.”

The word “bright” deeply touched me. Fueled by this first-ever praise, I decided to work alone, spending every lunch break on my observations while others worked in groups.

One afternoon, I entered the lab to find my observation box broken, ants running everywhere, and my precious notebook—the very proof of my “brightness”—was torn apart. Omar called it an accident. I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face, my hard-won confidence broken completely. I felt as worthless as I had in seventh grade, unaware of Mr. Lee’s approach until his gentle voice pulled me from the darkness.

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Paragraph 1: “Your brightness isn’t torn like the notebook,” Mr. Lee said softly.

Paragraph 2: On presentation day, I proved my true worth through the restored project.

182. 台州市 2026 届高三第二次教学质量评估试题

As my father grew older, he became increasingly frugal (节俭)—a habit that often annoyed me. He even kept snack wrappers to reuse, and I used to think he was being stingy (小气的). One afternoon at the grocery, as we walked down the cookie aisle, I noticed he lingered before the expensive shortbread (黄油酥饼) he loved, the kind he never bought for himself. So I suggested buying it for him. He nodded but hesitated, then added softly, “Actually, your mom used to buy Nadine’s cookies.” I’d never heard of this brand and rolled my eyes secretly, yet I agreed to look for them to end his hesitation.

We split up to search: I checked the lower shelves while he scanned the higher ones. I bent down impatiently, glancing carelessly around, but found no sign of Nadine’s. After quickly scanning the labels, I told him I couldn’t find them, expecting him to give up. But he sighed softly, his face clouded over with a hint of disappointment. Noticing that, I decided to ask the clerk for help.

When I asked the clerk about Nadine’s, he looked confused and said they didn’t carry it. “We have Sandies,” he added casually. Suddenly, my father’s eyes lit up with pure joy—he pointed at the Sandies and exclaimed, “That’s it!” He then sheepishly explained that he’d named them after his childhood babysitter, Nadine, and had called them “Nadine’s” for decades. As I watched him smile softly while picking up the packages, my earlier annoyance faded away, and a faint curiosity took hold. In that moment, I suddenly realized how little I knew about him.

A month later, I saved up my pocket money and bought a tin of authentic UK shortbread as a gift. My father thanked me warmly, but as he set the tin on the coffee table, I heard him mumble to himself, “Why do I need these?” I frowned, confused and a little hurt. Just then, I spotted six unopened packs of Sandies on the table. I began to wonder why these simple cookies mattered more to him than my supposedly expensive gift.

续写提示词：

Paragraph 1: Seeing my mixed expressions, Dad started to explain.

Paragraph 2: I held the unopened pack of Sandies tightly.

183. 宁波市 2025 学年第二学期高考模拟考试

At the library, Nate Jasper noticed a sign for the “First Annual Highland Drawing Contest.” It asked for artwork showing the unique beauty of their town. Noticing his interest, the librarian, Ms. Kim, handed him a flyer. “The winning drawings will be displayed right here in the library,” she added.

Sitting on the library steps outside, Nate was lost in thought. He had always loved art. He could never have too many sketchpads(素描本) and crayons. “I have to enter this contest!” he said to himself.

But something troubled him. Years of living in the small town had convinced him that it was a dull place. “There’s nothing special about it—only ordinary farms, animals, and trees!” he frowned. “What will I draw?”

Just then, Briana Williams, a new girl in his class who had just moved from Houston, a large modern city in Texas, walked out. Spotting Nate, she sat down beside him and noticed the flyer. “A drawing contest? That sounds fun!”

“Not really,” Nate sighed. “Trust me, this town is a big bore.”

Briana looked surprised. “Well, everything here may seem boring to you, but to me, it’s all new! I’d love to see more of it. Show me around sometime. And bring your sketchpad—you might find something worth drawing.”

The next Saturday, they wandered down a quiet lane together. Briana stopped beneath a large maple and gazed up in awe. Nate paused beside her. At first, it felt strange to admire a tree he’d passed a hundred times. But as he followed her gaze, the sun was shining through the branches, turning the red and yellow leaves into a sea of burning gold.

“There’s nowhere this quiet and pretty in Houston,” Briana said softly.

Nate felt something clicked in his mind. Highland wasn’t a big bore—he was just too used to it. He began to wonder what other hidden beauty was waiting to be discovered.

续写提示词：

Paragraph 1: Inspired, Nate suggested they visit his Grandpa’s farm.

Paragraph 2: On the day of the award ceremony, the library was crowded.

184. 2025 学年第二学期杭州市高三年级教学质量检测

On the morning of her seventh birthday, Zahara awoke feeling excited. All she had dreamed of for months was a bicycle of her very own—a red one, swift as the wind. When she dashed downstairs and saw the large, ribbon-topped box waiting, her heart soared. Inside gleamed the most perfect bike she could imagine. “It’s magnificent!” she cried, giving it a test spin around the kitchen tiles. She named it “Comet” (彗星) on the spot.

That very afternoon, the school carnival was buzzing with noise and music. Zahara rode Comet proudly alongside her best friends, Lily and Chloe. When Lily spotted a stand selling personalized bike license plates, the idea was irresistible. “We have to get matching ones!” she exclaimed. The three girls hurried over, their coins clutched tightly.

Lily and Chloe found their names in an instant among the neat rows of letters. But Zahara scanned the display again and again. ADAM, AMY, ANNA… her eyes moved down the alphabet, past the ZACKs and ZOEs, but her name was nowhere to be seen. A small knot of disappointment tightened in her stomach.

“Excuse me,” she asked the stand attendant, “are there any more plates in the back?” The man shook his head, barely looking up from his newspaper. “Please, could you check?” Zahara insisted, her voice hopeful. He sighed. “What’s the name?” “Zahara,” she said clearly. He frowned. “Come again? Spell it.” Z-A-H-A-R-A, she spelled out, each letter feeling heavier than the last.

To her horror, a snicker (暗笑) came from behind her. Zac, a boy from the grade above, was watching. “Of course they don’t have it,” he called out. “It’s not even a real name! Za-HAIR-uh! Sounds like you’ve got fuzzy hair!” A few other kids nearby giggled. Zahara’s cheeks flamed, and the world seemed to shrink to the sound of that cruel version of her name. Tears filled her eyes as she fled, leaving the stand and the laughter behind.

续写提示词：

Paragraph 1: The moment she got home, Zahara shouted, “I’m done with being called Zahara!”

Paragraph 2: Her handmade plate on the bike, Zahara left for school early in the morning.

185. 嘉兴市 2026 年高三教学测试

The wind swept across the Irish coast as Grandfather bent to examine Caper’s front hooves (蹄). The little horse stepped back and let out a painful sound. “They are burning and swollen (肿胀的),” said Grandfather with a heavy heart. “I think he has a mild case of sickness. Horses will eat themselves sick any chance they get. And the sickness has gone straight to this one’s hooves.”

“When will he feel better?” asked Aislinn worriedly. Caper was not just their pet—he carried the load of fish to the market every week. Without him, they could not take the fish to the market. Without selling the fish, they would not get their rent paid.

Grandfather removed half of the grain from Caper’s feed. He then explained that Caper would soon be right as rain if they cut back on his diet and let him rest properly. The most important thing now, he added, was to bring the heat down and reduce the swelling. “Don’t worry about the fish, child. The sea has always been kind to us.” Grandfather smiled at Aislinn and urged her to get some sleep.

Aislinn lay in bed, but sleep would not come. She opened her window. The sliver moon had risen above the sea. Aislinn wondered how Grandfather could sell the fish he’d worked so hard to catch. She wished they had enough money for the rent. But above all, Aislinn wished Caper’s hooves would stop hurting. Damp wind filled the room as she watched the cold waves crash on the beach. Aislinn gradually remembered when she had got a swollen ankle, Grandfather had told her to keep ice on it, and the swelling had gone down.

If cold could reduce the heat and swelling in her ankle, perhaps it could ease Caper’s pain as well! There was ice in the fish crate (箱子) to keep the fish fresh, and the cold sea lay only a short walk away, with its waves rolling on and on toward the shore.

续写提示词：

Paragraph 1: Aislinn pulled on her sweater and boots and hurried down the hallway.

Paragraph 2: The next morning, Aislinn woke beside the horse.

186. 浙江省高考科目考试绍兴市适应性试卷

When my art teacher Ms. Lopez invited me to join the after-school painting club, I shook my head firmly, filled with shyness and deep self-doubt. “Thank you, but I’m not creative at all,” I mumbled, staring at the floor to avoid her kind eyes. “I can only draw clumsy stick figures, and I’m sure I’ll embarrass myself in front of the other talented students.” Ms. Lopez chuckled softly, patted my shoulder, and handed me a new sketchbook (素描本). “Creativity isn’t about perfect pictures,” she said patiently. “It’s about expressing your true feelings. Just give one class a try.”

Unwillingly, I agreed, and my nervousness peaked at the first meeting. The art room walls were covered with amazing works—vivid sunsets, lifelike cats, and delicate portraits. I slipped into a corner, gripping my pencil so tight that my knuckles (指关节) whitened. Staring at the blank page, I dared not draw a single line, fearing the students would laugh at my unskilled work and simple ideas.

Ms. Lopez noticed my anxiety and sat beside me quietly. “What makes you feel truly happy and relaxed?” she asked softly. “My grandma’s apple orchard (果园),” I replied instantly. “I go there every weekend and love everything about it, especially the old apple tree and the little sparrows.” “Then draw that,” she encouraged. “Forget the rules—just paint how that place makes you feel inside.”

Taking a deep breath, I started sketching the old apple tree I loved so much. I drew its thick branches stretching toward the sky and a tiny sparrow perched on one limb, singing happily. When I finished, Ms. Lopez held up my sketch proudly. “This work has so much heart!” she said warmly. The class broke into applause, and Mia, the girl sitting beside me, whispered softly, “The sparrow looks so alive and lovely!” However, I could still see that it was far from perfect with uneven lines.

续写提示词：

Paragraph 1: Inspired by their encouragement, I decided to keep painting the orchard.

Paragraph 2: That weekend, I went to grandma’s orchard with my sketchbook.

187. 温州市普通高中 2026 届高三第二次适应性考试

The Wind Phone

Every morning Mario visited his neighbor, Mr. Harper. Together they sat at the edge of his garden on the hill, looking down at the port. They made a game of spotting Mario’s dad as he unloaded the morning catch, and Mr. Harper’s daughter, Fiona, as she cleaned the fish one after another. “I see them!” Mario would say. Mr. Harper would laugh. “You win again, Mario.” It was their favorite game.

Mario’s dad loved the ocean. He’d say, “Listen, Mario, the ocean’s saying good morning.” The lapping waves would whisper: O-mor-ning. O-mor-ning. Mario always returned the greeting, “Good morning, ocean.” But on the day the big wave came, the ocean didn’t whisper. It roared (咆哮). A big, watery hand swept into the port, grabbing everything—and everyone—in its grasp. Everyone lost someone that day. It took Mario’s dad, Fiona, and it even took Mario’s voice. Silence hung over the village like a dark, heavy cloud.

Spring came. Here and there stood peach-trees that broke into delicate flowers of pink. One day: Tap-tap-tap. Bang-bang-bang. Mario watched from his window. Mr. Harper was building something in his garden. But what? It was a phone booth (电话亭), painted white and with many panes (窗格) of glass. Mr. Harper went inside and his voice floated out. “Fiona? It’s your father. I miss you.” Mario was confused. Fiona had been grabbed by the ocean, just like Mario’s dad. When Mr. Harper left, Mario crept inside. An old-fashioned phone sat on a table. No plugs, no wires. It was a phone connected to nowhere.

Mr. Harper visited his phone booth every day. Soon other villagers did too. They lifted the receiver to their ears and their voices floated on the wind. “Hello, cousin. Today I fixed the boat. I’ll fish again soon.” “Sister, how’re you? I rode your bike today. It fits me now.”

For the first time since the big wave came, Mario wanted to use his voice. He went down to the port and screamed at the ocean. “Bring our people back!” Still, the waves lapped gently. O-mor-ning. O-mor-ning. Mario sighed and looked up.

续写提示词：

Paragraph 1: Mr. Harper’s phone booth sat high on the hill like a lighthouse.

Paragraph 2: As Mario stepped out, he spotted Mr. Harper down at the port.

188. 金华十校 2026 年 4 月高三模拟考试

My husband’s company promoted him and relocated us to New York City. We found a safe, affordable place to live. Once we got settled in, I was determined to find employment. After a few days of searching and applying, I was fortunate to find a job as an administrative assistant with Young & Rubicam, a famous advertising agency. I wasn’t thrilled about the job because I had graduated with a degree to teach English, but the pay was good, and the extra money was a blessing.

The job was rather dull, though, mainly typing letters, answering phones, setting up for conferences, filing, scheduling meetings, arranging travel for the copywriters (撰稿人), etc. I felt that what I was doing was insignificant. As letters or travel brochures would come across my desk to be typed, I would read over them. Often, there were grammatical errors or the spelling was not always accurate, but since it wasn’t my job to correct them, I typed them as they were given to me.

One day, I was talking to my grandmother, LouOlive Graham. Anyone not related to her called her Lou. Everybody else, including all twelve of her children and fifteen grandchildren, called her “Muh”. Muh was a wise woman lady. Her children adored and admired her. There was nothing better than to spend a day with Muh, which meant you were going to hear fascinating stories about her growing up, while savoring her tea and cakes.

Over tea, I said, “Muh, you should see the things that come across my desk—letters, memos, and brochures with crazy grammar, poor spelling, and awkward sentences. But I guess it’s not my job to correct them.” Then, I added that I only did what they paid me to do.

Muh listened attentively, as she always did, and after I finished, she said very calmly, “Honey, don’t just do enough to get by. Always do your best work. Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might. You may find more enjoyment in the job if you do your best. Plus, it never hurts you to let people know that you can do more than what they hired you to do.”

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Paragraph 1: I thought long and hard about what she said.

Paragraph 2: The next year, a position became available for an assistant copywriter.

Mozhi Hong

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