读后续写专题：人物描写语料
1.Stanley weighed three times as much as the other boy. （人物， 肖像描写）
2.Once he started a project he would work on it for years, often going days without sleep. （人物性格）
3. Elya blushed(红脸) when Myra entered the room. （人物，神态描写）
4. His clothes were soaked(被…浸湿的) with sweat. （人物描写）
5. He felt like he was digging his own grave. （心理描写，修辞）
6.Even the people looked broken, with their worn-out(疲惫不堪) bodies sprawled(四肢摊开懒散地坐或躺) over the various chairs and sofas. (环境描写，人物描写)
7. Every muscle and joint in his body ached as he tried to get out of bed. （病痛，人物描写）
8. Now he had such a huge smile it almost seemed too big for his face, like the smile on a jack-o'-lantern. （笑容，人物描写）
9. Zero's mouth was shut tight. As he glared at(怒视) Mr. Pendanski, his dark eyes seemed to expand. （生气， 人物描写）
10. If he jerked(猛的一动) too quickly, he felt a throbbing(阵阵的疼痛) pain just above his neck where Zigzag's shovel had hit him. （疼痛， 人物描写）
11.A big smile spread across Zero's face. （人物描写）
12. Zero's face looked like a jack-o'-lantern that had been left out too many days past Halloween— half rotten, with sunken eyes and a drooping(颓丧) smile. （人物描写）
13. Zero sat as still as a statue. （人物描写）
14. His legs were sore from remaining rigid for so long. （人物描写）
15. He had dark circles under her eyes from Jack of sleep(因缺乏睡眠). （人物描写）
16. Stanley was overcome by a rush of dizziness and almost fell over. （人物描写）
17. Stanley felt his ears redden. （人物描写）
18.A man was sitting with his feet up on a desk. （人物，动作描写）
19.Stanley could see some kids dressed in orange and carrying shovels dragging themselves toward the tents. （人物，着装与动作描写）
20. Theodore whirled(急转) and grabbed Stanley by his collar. （冲突，动作描写）
21. He ate it all, and used his slice of white bread to mop up the juice. （饥饿，动作描写）
22. As he reached down to pick up his canteen, he felt a sudden rush of dizziness and put his hands on his knees to steady himself. （动作描写）
阅读下面短文，根据所给情节进行续写，使之构成一个完整的故事。
“Wanted: Violin. Can’t pay much. Contact…”
I rarely read the classified advertisements, so why did I notice that one? I laid the paper on my lap and closed my eyes, remembering what had happened many years before, during the Great Depression when my family struggled to make a living on our farm. I, too, had wanted a violin.
When my older twin sisters began showing an interest in music, Harriet Anne learned to play Grandma’s piano, while Suzanne turned to Daddy’s violin. Simple tunes became lovely melodies. My baby brother danced; Daddy hummed and Mother whistled. I just listened.
When my arms grew long enough, I tried to play Suzanne’s violin. Oh, how I wanted one! But I knew it was out of the question.
One evening as the twins played in the school orchestra. I closed my eyes tight to capture the picture firmly in my mind. Someday, I’ll sit up there, I vowed silently.
It was not a good year. At harvest the crops didn’t bring as much as we had hoped. Yet even though times were hard, I couldn’t wait any longer to ask, “Daddy, may I have a violin of my own?”
“Can’t you use Suzanne’s?”
“I’d like to be in the orchestra too, and we can’t both use the same violin at the same time.”
Daddy’s face looked sad. That night, and many following nights, I heard him remind God in our family prayers, “… and Lord, Mary Lou wants her own violin.”
One evening we all sat round the table. The twins and I studied. Mother sewed and Daddy wrote a letter to his friend, George Finkle, in Columbus, Ohio. Mr Finkle, Daddy said, was a fine violinist.
When Daddy received a letter from Columbus a few weeks later, he asked me, “Mary Lou, do you want to go with me to visit Mr Finkle?”
He drove us to Columbus and we came to a fine, old house. A tall man opened the door. He and Daddy heartily shook hands, both talking at once.
“Mary Lou, I’ve been hearing things about you. Your Daddy has arranged a surprise for you!” He picked up a case, opened it, lifted out a violin and started to play. The melody surged and spoke like waterfalls. Oh, to play like him, I thought.
Finishing the piece, he turned to Daddy. “I found it in a pawnshop（当铺）for seven dollars. It’s a good violin. Mary Lou should be able to make a beautiful music with it.” Then he handed the violin to me.
注意：
1. 所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2. 应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；
3. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；
4. 续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。
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I noticed the tears in Daddy’s eyes as I finally comprehended. It was mine!
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I forced my thoughts to the present and read again the advertisement.
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I noticed the tears in Daddy’s eyes as I finally comprehended. It was mine! “It’s beautiful.” I said, barely breathing. I knew Daddy’s prayer, and mine, had been answered. Back home, I practiced daily, feeling no tiredness. When I was ready to join the school orchestra, I trembled with excitement. Daddy and Mother smiled proudly in the audience at their little girl who held her cherished violin for the whole world to admire. The years seemed to run more swiftly then. I packed my violin in its case and stepped into the grown-up world. Nurse’s training, marriage, working, bringing up four daughters filled my years. Yet none of my children cared about the violin.
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I forced my thoughts to the present and read again the advertisement. Laying the paper aside, I went to find my violin. And I dialed the number. Later that afternoon, an old car stopped in my driveway. A man in his thirties with a young girl knocked on the door. “I’ve been praying someone would answer my advertisement. My daughter wants a violin so badly.” He said, “How much are you asking?” “Seven dollars,” I said. I handed the case to the girl. She opened the case and touched the violin lightly as it caught the glow of the late-afternoon sun. Then she threw her arms round her smiling father.