高三英语一轮复习读后续写1.docx

1、高三英语一轮复习读后续写1读后续写原创第一篇Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure-a ghostly couple.Here we left it, she said. And he added, Oh, but here tool Its upstairs, she murmured. And in the garden, he whispered. Quietly

2、, they said, or we shall wake them.But it wasnt that you woke us. Oh, no. Theyre looking for it; theyre drawing the curtain, one might say, and so read on a page or two. Now theyve found it, one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see f

3、or oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. What did I come in here for? What did I want to find? My hands were empty. Perhaps its upstairs then? The apples were in the loft. And so

4、 down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only tu

5、rned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling-what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. Safe, safe, saf

6、e the pulse of the house beat softly. The treasure buried; the room . . . the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface t

7、he beam I sought always burned behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us, coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; so

8、ught the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. Safe, safe, safe, the pulse of the house beat gladly. The Treasure yours.The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. T

9、he candle burns stiff and still. Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.Here we slept, she says. And he adds, Kisses without number. Waking in the morning- Silver between the trees- Upstairs- In the garden- When summer came- In

10、winter snowtime- The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.Nearer they come, cease at the doorway. _Safe, safe, safe, the heart of the house beats proudly. _Para. 1 The wind falls, the rain slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken, we hear no steps bes

11、ide us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. Look, he breathes. Sound asleep. Love upon their lips.The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the

12、faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.Para. 2 Long years- he sighs. Again you found me. Here, she murmurs, sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left our treasure- Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. Safe! safe! safe! the pul

13、se of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.原创第二篇I Should certainly do it, said Sherlock Holmes. I started at the interruption, for my companion had been eating his breakfast with his attention entirely centered upon the paper which was proppe

14、d up by the coffee pot. Now I looked across at him to find his eyes fastened upon me with the half-amused, half-questioning expression which he usually assumed when he felt he had made an intellectual point. Do what? I asked. He smiled as he took his slipper from the mantelpiece and drew from it eno

15、ugh shag tobacco to fill the old clay pipe with which he invariably rounded off his breakfast. A most characteristic question of yours, Watson, said he. You will not, I am sure, be offended if I say that any reputation for sharpness which I may possess has been entirely gained by the admirable foil

16、which you have made for me. Have I not heard of debutantes who have insisted upon plainness in their chaperones? There is a certain analogy. Our long companionship in the Baker Street rooms had left us on those easy terms of intimacy when much may be said without offence. And yet I acknowledged that

17、 I was nettled at his remark. I may be very obtuse, said I, but I confess that I am unable to see how you have managed to know that I was. I was. Asked to help in the Edinburgh University Bazaar. Precisely. The letter has only just come to hand, and I have not spoken to you since. In spite of that,

18、said Holmes, leaning back in his chair and putting his finger tips together, I would even venture to suggest that the object of the bazaar is to enlarge the University cricket field. I looked at him in such bewilderment that he vibrated with silent laughter. The fact is, my dear Watson, that you are

19、 an excellent subject, said he. You are never blase. You respond instantly to any external stimulus. Your mental processes may be slow but they are never obscure, and I found during breakfast that you were easier reading than the leader in the Times in front of me. I fear that my good nature in givi

20、ng explanations has seriously compromised my reputation, said Holmes._ It amazed me to see the accuracy with which he had observed my movements. What next? I asked._Para. 1I fear that my good nature in giving explanations has seriously compromised my reputation, said Holmes._ But in this case the tr

21、ain of reasoning is based upon such obvious facts that no credit can be claimed for it. You entered the room with a thoughtful expression, the expression of a man who is debating some point in his mind. In your hand you held a solitary letter. Now last night you retired in the best of spirits, so it

22、 was clear that it was this letter in your hand which had caused the change in you.Para. 2It amazed me to see the accuracy with which he had observed my movements. What next? I asked._ I began by glancing at the address, and I could tell, even at the distance of six feet, that it was an unofficial c

23、ommunication. This I gathered from the use of the word Doctor upon the address, to which, as a Bachelor of Medicine, you have no legal claim. Holmes was thus enabled to say with certainty that Watsons letter was unofficial. When on his return to the table, Watson turned over Mr. Holmes letter and al

24、lowed him to perceive that the enclosure was a printed one. 原创第三篇Two men walked slowly, one after the other, through the shallow water of a stream. All they could see were stones and earth. The stream ran cold over their feet. They had blanket packs on their backs. They had guns, but no bullets; mat

25、ches, but no food. Suddenly the man who followed fell over a stone. He hurt his foot badly and called: Hey, Bill, Ive hurt my foot. Bill continued straight on without looking back. The man was alone in the empty land, but he was not lost. He knew the way to their camp, where he would find food and b

26、ullets. He struggled to his feet and limped on. Bill would be waiting for him there, and together they would go south to the Hudson Bay Company. He had not eaten for two days. Often he stopped to pick some small berries and put them into his mouth. The berries were tasteless, and did not satisfy, bu

27、t he knew he must eat them. In the evening he built a fire and slept like a dead man. When he woke up, the man took out a small sack.It weighed fifteen pounds. He wasnt sure if he could carry it any longer. But he couldnt leave it behind. He had to take it with him. He put it back into his pack, ros

28、e to his feet and staggered on. His foot hurt, but it was nothing compared with his hunger, which made him go on until darkness fell. His blanket was wet, but he knew only that he was hungry. Through his restless sleep he dreamed of banquets and of food. The man woke up cold and sick, and found hims

29、elf lost. But the small sack was still with him. As he dragged himself along, the sack became heavier and heavier. The man opened the sack, which was full of small pieces of gold. He left half the gold on a rock. Eleven days passed, days of rain and cold. One day he found the bones of a deer. There

30、was no meat on them. The man broke the bones and he sucked and chewed on them like an animal. Would he, too, be bones tomorrow? And why not? This was life. Only life hurt. There was no hurt in death. To die was to sleep. Then why was he not ready to die? He, as a man, no longer strove.It was the lif

31、e in him, unwilling to die, that drove him on. One morning he woke up beside a river. Slowly he followed it with his eyes and saw it empting into a shining sea. When he saw a ship on the sea,he closed his eyes. He knew there could be no ship, no sea, in this land. A vision, he told himself. He heard a noise behind him, and turned around. A wolf, old and sick, was coming slowly toward him. This was real, he thought. The man turned back, but the sea and the ship were still there. He didnt understand. Had he been walking north, away from the camp, toward the sea? He stood up and started sl