读后续写（蒲公英）课件--高三英语一轮复习.pptx
读后续写原文读后续写原文 I grew up in a small town where the elementary school was a ten-minute walk from my house. Since it is not far away, I could go home for lunch and find my mother waiting for me. At the time, I did not consider this to be so important, although today it certainly would be. actually, our lunch time together in the past years had had a great influence on my life before I realized it. Our lunch time when I was in third grade will stay with me always. I had been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had patiently helped me practise my lines with me . But no matter how easily I delivered them at home, as soon as I stepped on stage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained patiently that she needed a narrator and had written a narrators part to the play, and asked me to switch roles. Her words, kindly spoken, still hurt me, especially when I saw my part go to another girl. I didnt tell my mother what had happened when I went home for lunch that day. But she sensed my unease, and instead of suggesting we practise my lines, she asked if I wanted to walk in the yard.it was a lovely spring day and the rose vine was turning green. under the huge trees, we could see yellow dandelions(蒲公英蒲公英) appearing unexpectedly through the grass in bunches, as if a painter had touched our landscape with small amounts of gold. I watched my mother casually bend down by one of the bushes. “I think im going to dig up all these weeds,” she said, pulling a blossom up by all its roots. “from now on, well have roses in this garden.” I immediately protested, “But I like dandelions. all flowers are beautiful-even dandelions” Paragraph 1:“Do you mean that every flower has its own beauty?” asked my mother thoughtfully. Paragraph 2:“But you will be a beautiful narrator ”, Mum said. Who？When？Where?What？“I”My motherThe teacherWhen “I” was in the third gradeLunch timeHomeSchool yardI was chosen to be _ in the school play. And I practiced my _ for weeks with my _.the princess lines Though I delivered them easily _, I forgot my lines completely _. mother The teacher told me to switch my role to be the _, and I felt deeply _.narratorhurtat homeon the stageWhen we walked in the yard and saw some dandilions, my mother decided to replaced the dandilion with the _ and I am _ it. rosesagainst“Do you mean that every flower has its own beauty?” asked my mother thoughtfully.“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” Mom said.What was my answer?What else did my mother say?Did my mother know what happened to me?How did she know?What was her response when knowing the truth?“Do you mean that every flower has its own beauty?” asked my mother thoughtfully.What was my answer?I thought for a while, and nodded: “Even the smallest dandelions have its own beauty that roses dont have. ”I nodded without hesitation, as if a second wasted could deprive the dandelions of their life. I nodded at once and stated, “Even though dandelions dont have fascinating and glorious blossom as roses. I was absorbed in its specific beauty.”Without thinking twice, I replied, “of course, every flower has its own beauty and has its meaning to grow,”What else did my mother say?Did my mother know what happened to me?“But she senses my unease, and instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to walk in the yard”“The same to you,” she added, her voice soft. “Not everyone can be a rose, and it is also an honor to be a dandelion.”Mothers eyes sparkling like diamonds, she smiled and patted my shoulder, “ ”“Dear, Im so glad that you can think in this way. I wonder if youd like to share your problem with me. ” Mother said as she gently put her hand on my shoulder. What was my response ?Hearing my mothers words, I felt a lump in my throat as the sorrow crept upon my mind. / I tried hard to choke back my tears but in vain. My eyes were blurry with tears. I took a deep breath and told her what happened at school. Knowing that my mother had realized my pain, I took off the mask that I had worn for the whole lunch time and poured out my unease heartily.I told her that Id like to be the most beautiful princess that would win everyone s favor.“I want to be a princess rather than a narrator. ” I said with tears streaming down my face. “She didnt see how hard I practiced for the part, ” I said with my eyes full of tears, “and now I am just a narrator!”She listened to me patiently and patted me on the back tenderly. Suddenly she stopped, as if to say something.“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” Mom said.“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” Mom said.How would my mother inspire or encourage me?How would I prepare for my part?她提醒我我在家里的时候能够很流利地说出自己的台词。She reminded me of how fluently I could deliver my lines at home.那时我才意识到也许我更适合当旁白。It was at that time that I understood that maybe I was more suitable for a role backstage like a narrator.从那之后，我全心全意地和我母亲一起练习台词。From then on, I practiced my lines heart and soul with my mother at lunch time for weeks. How was my performance as a narrator? And the performance approached ultimately. Standing backstage, nervousness came flooding in me. Whatencouraged me to overcome it was the inspiration from the beautiful yellow dandelions. The performance that night was eventually a big success. Hearing the thunderous applause, I took pride in my role and firmly believed that even a dandelion had its own beauty.一篇分数好看的读后续写需要写出强调句My mothers words made a great difference to me. It was my mothers words that made a great difference to me. Her words inspired me to overcome my fear. It was her words that inspired me to overcome my fear. 非谓语动词作状语站在后台的时候，恐惧淹没了我。Standing backstage, nervousness came flooding in me.听到母亲的话，我觉得如鲠在喉。 Hearing my mothers words, I felt a lump in my throat. 听到雷鸣般的掌声， 我为我自己的角色感到骄傲也坚信蒲公英也有自己的美丽。 Hearing the thunderous/deafening applause, I took pride in my role and firmly believed that even a dandelion had its own beauty.母亲的眼睛像钻石一样闪耀，她微笑着拍了拍我的肩膀。 Mothers eyes sparkling like diamonds, she smiled and patted me on the shoulder. 各类从句 What encouraged me to overcome it was the inspiration from the beautiful yellow dandelions. I took pride in my role and firmly believed that even a dandelion had its own beauty. She reminded me of how fluently I could deliver my lines at home.读后续写读后续写dip/lower/hung ones headpour out dry out ones eyesstroke head console sb patientlypat sb on the + 身体部位 swallow my sadnessNo sooner had I finished the last word than cheers and applause took over the classroom. When the performance came to an end, I spotted mother standing under the stage, casting a warm smile in my direction. A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.The audience rose to their feet and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. One possible version: “Do you mean that every flower has its own beauty?” asked my mother thoughtfully. I nodded without hesitation, as if a second wasted could deprive the dandelions of their life. “The same to you,” she added, her voice soft. “Not everyone can be a rose, and it is also an honor to be a dandelion.” Knowing that my mother had realized my pain, I took off the mask that I had worn for the whole lunch time and poured out my unease heartily. She listened to me patiently and patted me on the back tenderly. Suddenly she stopped, as if to say something. “But you will be a beautiful narrator,” Mom said. She reminded me of how fluently I could deliver my part at home. It was at that time that I understood that maybe I was more suitable for a role backstage like a narrator. From then on, I practiced my lines heart and soul with my mother at lunch time for weeks. And the performance approached ultimately. Standing backstage, nervousness came flooding in me. What encouraged me to overcome it was the inspiration from the beautiful yellow dandelions. The performance that night was eventually a big success. Hearing the thunderous applause, I took pride in my role and firmly believed that even a dandelion had its own beauty.
