语篇1: 融合语篇
2019年译林版选择性必修四Unit 1 Reading 部分After Twenty Years的课文
The policeman on the beat walked along the street as he always did. It was barely ten o'clock at night. When he had walked about halfway around a certain block, the policeman suddenly slowed down. In the doorway of a store stood a man, with an unlit cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.
“It's all right, officer,” he said. “I'm just waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. There used to be a restaurant where this store stands—‘Big Joe' Brady's restaurant.”
“It was here until five years ago,” said the policeman. “It was torn down then.”
The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale face, with keen eyes, a square jaw and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set.
“Twenty years ago tonight,” said the man, “I dined here with Jimmy Wells, my best friend. He and I were just like two brothers. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to leave New York and travel to the West to make my fortune. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have built a life and made our fortunes. ”
“It sounds pretty interesting,” said the policeman. “Rather a long time between meetings, though. Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?”
“Well, we kept in touch for a year or two, and then we lost contact. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive, for he always was the truest and most reliable fellow in the world. He'll never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this doorway tonight, and it's worthwhile if my old partner turns up.”
The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, set with small diamonds. It was three minutes to ten.
“I'll be on my way,” said the policeman. “Hope your friend turns up.”
“I'll give him half an hour at least. Bye, officer.”
The man who had come a thousand miles to keep an appointment with the friend of his youth smoked his cigar and waited. About twenty minutes later, a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried toward him.
“Is that you, Bob?” he asked, doubtfully.
“Is that you, Jimmy Wells?” shouted the man in the doorway.
“Bless my heart!” cried the new arrival. “Well, well, well! Twenty years is a long time! How has the West treated you, old man?”
“It has given me everything I asked it for. You've changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were tall by two or three inches.”
“Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty. Come on, Bob; we'll go to a place I know and have a good long talk about old times.”
The two men walked up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West was beginning to outline the history of his career. At the corner stood a drugstore, brilliant with electric lights. Each of them turned to stare at the other's face. The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.
“As I suspected, you're not Jimmy Wells,” he said, impatiently with anger. “Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change the shape of a man's nose.”
“It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one,” said the tall man, taking charge of the situation. “You've been under arrest for ten minutes, ‘Silky' Bob. Chicago police thought you might have dropped over our way and wired us. They want to have a chat with you. Before we go to the station, here's a note for you. It's from Patrolman Wells.”
The man from the West unfolded the paper. The note was rather short.
Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the criminal wanted in Chicago. Anyhow I couldn't arrest you myself, so I got a plain-clothes man to do the job.
2019年新外研版必修一Unit 4 Developing Ideas
Stepping out of jail into the cold wind, Bob, now 58, felt lost and helpless. “Twenty years is a long time,” he smiled bitterly, not knowing where to go. He had no family, and had never heard a word from Jimmy again since that cold, dark night. “Was he ashamed of having a friend like me?” Bob longed for an answer.
“Excuse me, sir, are you Bob?” Bob heard the voice of a young man.
“Yes.” He turned around and was surprised to find a familiar-looking man in his thirties. “Have we met before?”
“No, sir,” replied the man. “My father told me to meet you today. I have a note for you from him.”
Doubtfully, Bob unfolded the note. His hands were shaking by the time he had finished reading.
Bob, the doctor says I've only got three months. I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you this time, but you'll always be my dear friend.
Jimmy
Para 1: “You're Jimmy's son?!” Bob shouted in surprise. ______________________________________
Para 2:“Yes, sir,” the young man smiled. “And my name is Bob.” ______________________________
“You're Jimmy's son?!” Bob shouted in surprise. A bolt of shock struck him, freezing him to the spot. For a moment, his mind drifted back to those dark prison years—nights when he had tossed and turned, wondering if Jimmy had abandoned him, even hating him for sending a plainclothes man. But as time crawled by, he came to realize that Jimmy had never betrayed him; he had only chosen duty over friendship, silently carrying the weight of his own conscience. Staring at the young man's keen eyes and square jaw, which looked exactly like Jimmy's, he felt his heart pounding wildly. “Jimmy's son? He is ... dying?” he whispered, his voice choked with disbelief and sorrow.
“Yes, sir,” the young man smiled. “And my name is Bob.” He then explained, “My father never wrote because he was afraid of hurting you again. But every year, no matter how cold the night was, he would stand at the old corner, waiting quietly, believing that his best friend would come back someday.” A lump formed in Bob's throat as he listened. Taking Bob by the arm, the young man hurried toward a nearby hospital. In a dim ward, Jimmy lay motionless, his face pale as the winter snow. The moment their eyes met, Bob rushed forward, tears streaming down his weather-beaten cheeks. “I'm sorry ... and thank you,” he sobbed, squeezing Jimmy's weak hand. A faint, peaceful smile spread across Jimmy's lips—the promise, kept at last, had warmed fifty frozen nights.
语篇2: 2025年全国一卷读后续写
My wife and I wanted to share our new home with family and friends by hosting a small gathering in the early summer. She had prepared lots of snacks, while my job was to have the backyard in order.
There was plenty of space for the kids to run and play. There was just one thing I hadn't counted on: My brother chose to bring his dog Toby, a 50-pound ball of fire. Though friendly, he could easily knock over my niece's small boys and my six-month-old granddaughter. So, when my brother showed up, I asked him to watch Toby and keep him outside.
My plan was working out just fine. Toby was using up his energy by running back and forth in the backyard and giving the kids plenty of room. Unexpectedly, after supper, the weather changed. It started to rain and everyone went indoors.
It was an awkward moment. I didn't want Toby to be running around in the house, and my brother wasn't happy with driving home with a wet dog. Eventually, my brother decided to leave rather than force the issue.
A few days passed, and I hadn't heard anything from my brother. I texted him and expressed wishes for him to come out again. His reply came as a surprise-a shock, actually: “Not a chance.” Clearly, he was unhappy over the way we had parted. After all, I had left him little choice. Well, he'll get over it, I reasoned.
Two months passed. My wife suggested I get in touch with my brother, but I resisted, thinking he should call first. However, my conscience (良心) kept bothering me. I tried to put myself in my brother's shoes. He was facing health issues and his wife of thirty-five years had passed away a few months earlier. Toby was his constant companion, the one who kept him going.
Para1: I realized it was me who was at fault. ________________________________________________
Para 2: With the biscuits my wife had made, I arrived at my brother's door. _______________________
范文：
Para 1: I realized it was I who was at fault. A sudden wave of remorse washed over me, leaving me breathless with shock. Images flickered before my eyes: Toby curled up beside my brother on the worn couch, resting his head on his lap; the dog's gentle eyes following him around the house, as if asking for nothing but to stay close. How could I have been so selfish? My failure to understand him had left him disheartened and cold. Sinking into a chair, I buried my face in my hands, my mind flooded with guilt. “You need to apologize,” my wife said softly. “And take the biscuits he loves—I've just baked them.” I nodded, swallowed hard, and began carefully arranging the warm biscuits into a box, determined to make things right.
Para 2: With the biscuits my wife had made, I arrived at my brother's door. The moment he saw me, his face clouded with fury. Eyes blazed with burning anger, he said impatiently, “I mean it.” I said softly, “I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have ignored what you wanted.” Then I handed him the biscuits, eyes lowered, regret tightening my chest. Watching Toby run towards me, who barked excitedly and licked my fingers, I gently patted him. Seeing Toby's little fluffy head, my brother reached out and patted him, saying, “I take your attitude towards him as a sincere apology”. His eyes were so bright that it would remain etched in my memory that the true meaning of family lies in mutual understanding and respect, even for those friends who cannot speak.
语篇3: 2026年陕西省宝鸡市第二次高考模拟考试读后续写
The school music competition was only two weeks away, and the pressure was getting to everyone in the practice room. As the lead guitarist for their band“The Echoes,” sixteen-year-old Damon felt it most of all. His best friend, Mark, was the drummer, and they had been dreaming of this moment since they first learned to play.
However, lately, nothing seemed to go right. During their afternoon practice, Damon missed a crucial note, causing the whole song to fall apart.“Can you please focus, Damon?” Mark said, his voice tight with frustration. He threw his drumsticks down. “We' ll never win if we keep making silly mistakes like that.”
Damon felt his face grow hot.“It was one mistake! You're not perfect either,” he shot back. The argument escalated quickly, fueled by weeks of stress and lack of sleep. Harsh words were spoken about commitment and talent, words they didn't truly mean but couldn't take back. Finally, Mark grabbed his backpack.“I'm done for today,”he said coldly, and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
The silence in the room was heavy and uncomfortable. Damon was left alone, the angry echo of the slammed door ringing in his ears. He looked down at his guitar, feeling a mix of guilt and anger. They had never fought like this before. Their friendship had always been strong, built on a shared love for music. Now, it felt cracked and fragile.
Damon knew the competition was important, but winning felt meaningless if it cost him his best friend. He had to find a way to fix this, but his pride held him back. Apologizing felt like admitting he was the only one at fault. As he packed his guitar, his phone lit up with a message from the band's vocalist, Maya:“Hey, saw what happened. The song's bridge still needs work. Just a thought.” He wondered if their band, and their friendship, could survive this conflict.
Paragraph 1: The next day at school, Damon tried to find Mark between classes, his heart pounding.
Paragraph 2: Two weeks later; the music competition arrived.
学生的范文版本：
The next day at school, Damon tried to find Mark between classes, his heart pounding. Seeing Mark beside his locker, Damon suddenly felt nervous and irritated, his palms damp with sweat. “Mark ... I'm sorry,” he smiled bitterly, lowering his eyes. Mark hesitated, saying nothing at first. However, as Damon mentioned their late-night practices and the dream they had shared since childhood, memories seemed to flash across Mark's mind. His expression softened gradually. “I was too harsh, too,” he admitted quietly. At that moment, Maya hurried over and suggested that they work on the troublesome bridge together after school. The two boys exchanged relieved smiles and nodded.
Two weeks later, the music competition arrived. Backstage, Damon tightened his grip on his guitar, his heart racing. As they took the stage, the spotlight fell on Mark, who raised his drumsticks and gave a confident nod. The music began—Mark's drums thundered like a steady heartbeat, while Damon's guitar sang with clarity and passion. When they reached the once-troublesome bridge, their eyes met, and they played as one. The crowd erupted. Backstage, Mark clapped Damon on the shoulder. “We nailed it,” he grinned. Damon smiled back. Winning felt good, but he knew it would have meant nothing without Mark by his side. Some things mattered more than victory—like a friend who never gave up.