附读后续写试题：
Mom drank stories with her morning coffee, a warm soup of words mixed with paragraphs, commas (逗号), and periods. They came in various flavors and were all appetizing. Whenever I attempted to read aloud like Mom, however, no words dared to climb out. My world was silent, without a voice to call my own.
That silence invited jeers (嘲笑), tears, and many heartbreaks. I couldn’t remember how many times I had switched schools and how many times I had run home crying, signing desperately to Mom, “I’m done with school.” My fingers were the voice I couldn't find and the only way I could cry out. Everything changed, however, when I met Ms. Park.
It was a lovely day. Mom drove me to my new school and I felt calm until the car stopped in front of a large white building. The moment I got off, Ms. Park, my new English teacher, came up. “Nice to meet you,” she signed. How could she know sign language! I signed back while pretending to be distracted by the posters on the walls. “Interested in our writing contest?” she asked. I looked up, noticing the huge black-and-white words on one poster. “Try it! Just hand in a story to me next week,” Ms. Park smiled. The thought of entering fascinated me. It was my chance to speak without actually speaking.
At home, I sat with a blank sheet of paper in front of me. Closing my eyes, I heard Mom’s honey-like stories, so tasty that anyone who listened begged for more. She always told me that satisfying stories came from the heart. Then, I had it. What story could be closer to my heart than my own? So after a week of intense writing, I let my story flow through my pen and drip onto the paper and handed it to Ms. Park.
Then, one day, when walking through a crowded hall, I saw Ms. Park signing from afar, “You’ve made the cut (入选)!” Her dancing fingers were too good to be true and I began waiting for the day of the upcoming awards ceremony.
注意：
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That day, however, I learnt all winners should read stories on stage. _____________________________
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A story began streaming from my fingers, along with Ms. Park’s voice. __________________________
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附学生考场作文：
That day, however, I learnt all winners should read stories on stage. My heart froze instantly. The whole body was steel and the blood was stopped. The moments that I have been laughed at and teased in my memory box leapt out and began to attack my weak heart. I ran to the office of Ms. Park and hugged her tightly with tear in my eyes. I told her with the postures in rage that it was unfair for me to read my stories. Ms. Park tapped on my back and stared at me. “Maybe I can help you. Do you want to allow me to speak out your stories?” I jumped up and pulled her hands tightly and ran to the ceremony. Soon, it's my turn.
A story began streaming from my fingers, along with Ms. Park's voice. The students and teachers in the school had never seen the situation like this. They observed my fingers and listened carefully. Their cautious head proved their amazement. But the noise of chatting and commenting lowed down. Everyone was attracted by my stories. The applause broke out when my story was finished. Ms. Park also introduced me to the whole school. I hugged Ms. Park again and again when we went back to the office. My appreciation was beyond the words. The love between students and teachers became a dazzling star in my complex childhood.