重庆一模英语后续写.docx

（2022重庆一模-读后续写）My father is a practical man. He can't explain calculus（微积分）,but he can tell you how much pressure a boiler needs. He can't draw an architecfs plan, but he can tell you if the pipes and wiring will sustain the structure. He put himself through night school to become an engineer, but that was only after he worked a slumber, an electrician, and a mechanic.One day we walked by a toy store window. Sitting in the comer was the most unusual doll-house I'd ever seen. It was shaped liked an upturned log （原木）.Little oval windows decorated with nice curtains and framed by tiny balconies were cut into it.“Oh, Daddy,“ I said, “isn't it beautiful? Do you think Santa Claus will bring it to me?”Dad looked at the $100 price tag, silent - thafs a rather big figure in those days. "I think even Santa couldn't afford this house,“ he joked, lifting up his belt as he often does when he's nervous. "Maybe one day, sweetheart.”On Christmas morning, I awoke early and raced downstairs. In the dim light, I made out a lot of wrapped boxes under the tree but none large enough to contain my dollhouse. Dad could see my disappointment He pulled me onto his lap and gently told me how, as a boy, he had wanted a red wagon, but his father couldn't afford one. He said he made his own from wood and old wheels he fbund. "I'll make one for you/ Dad assured me.And right after Christmas, despite all the unfinished projects at home, he started it. I naively （幼稚士也）thought it was an easy toy to make, but every step of the long process was considerably more complex than I had anticipated. Night after night, Dad would come home from his job dead tired, yet he'd always find time to work on the log house. In the dark yellow electric light, Dad was always busy creating my dollhouse.I hesitated, wondering if I should help my father. "Then we'll make one together,“ he told me. First, Dad cut leftover board into strips and nailed them in a circle on a wood base, showing me how to make the rough edges smooth. Then he sawed the base in half and attached hinges to one side so the "log" would swing open and shut. He gathered pieces of wallpaper, matching patterns as carefully. He painted the outside with shades of brown, and added a tiny path to the front door-made from real concrete.In all, it took us one month of hard work. But the log house was the greatest gift a child could ask for. Long after I gave up playing with dolls, I would still sometimes bring it down from the upper floor just to admire it and remember those months I watched Dad bring my dream to life. Dad has spent his life creating, mending and improving the most valued parts of mine. He's given me the greatest treasure a father can give.（2021 .浙江省杭州第二中学模拟预测-读后续写）He woke suddenly and completely. It was 4 a. m. at Christmas, the hour when his father had always called him to get up and help with milking the cow. Strange how the habit of his youth was with him still, even his father had been dead for 40 years. The magic of Christmas for him was a long childhood past, and he was wondering why he felt so awake when his mind went back to his4科闫友创，让岑引义忘曷!teenage years.He was 15 years old then and still on his father's form. A few days before Christmas, he heard what his father was saying to his mother.“Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He's growing so fast, and he needs his sleep. I could manage alone.”“Well, you can't, Adam." His mother replied. "Besides, he isn't a child anymore. IVs time to take hisWhen he heard these words, something in him woke: his father loved him so much as had never been thought before. Now that he knew so, there would be no more lying in the mornings waiting to be called. He got up and pulled on his clothes.On the night before Christmas, he lay thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey raised themselves and the mince pies made by his mother. His sisters made presents, and he always saved and bought something for parents.However, he wished, that Christmas he was fifteen, and that he had a better present for his father than before. He looked out of the window and saw Dad working in a stable. Then a thought struck him: why should he not give his father a special gift out there in the stable? He could get up earlier, quietly go into it and get all the milking done. Then when his father went in to start the milking, he'd see it all done.He must have woken twenty times in the night, looking at his watch for a proper time to start. It was at a quarter to three when he got up and went out, careful of an occasional sound. The cows in the stable looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them, too, but they accepted him calmly for milking. He had never milked before, but it seemed easy for him, with the cows behaving well. Eventually the task, a special gift for father, went more easily than supposed, and with two full milk cans, he left the stable silently and went back to his bedroom.He went back in his bedroom with only one minute to jump into bed before hearing his father get up. He covered his head to silence his breath of excitement. His father came in, "Rob! We have to get up and get everything started.” “All right.he replied sleepily. Yet he lay still, his dancing heart beating violently out from his body when the door opened again. His father came in with a ctying laugh, pulling away his cover, "you thought you'd fbol me, did you?” "It's fbr Christmas, Dad!” He happily replied. Dark as it was outside, he could feel two great arms around him, a hug to recognize his growth.答案第2页，共2页