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he is very (handsome)他非常...(帅)he has (hazel eyes)他有...(一双淡褐色的眼睛)he got (hazel eyes)他有...(一双淡褐色的眼睛)he has (a round face) with (small eyes)他有...(一张圆脸)和...(小眼睛)以下是我们班同学作文中的片段(都是鬼故事):A swirling black flash was glimpsed through the trees. Black robes and a long hooded cloak, walking steadily towards the bunch of children. They huddled together, filled with the sense of despair. The cloaked figure circled them. A gasp went up as a boy saw a glinting object sliding from the figure’s waist. He continued to trundle relentlessly towards them. Then he stopped. The black cloak swayed in the discomforting, chilling breeze. Then he spoke.The oldest, was on the edge of the pack. “Thwack”. The slimly built boy swayed dramatically. His arms limp and his face drained of blood. Drained of life. The blood trickled down from his mouth to his chin. He fell to the floor, a sharp pinecone needle embedding itself in his glazed, open eye. It was only then they saw the sharp knife stuck in the back of the slim boy’s head. They looked up. They saw them. They were surrounded. No chance of surviving.“What? What do you mean?” I demanded. “What I mean is that I do not want you to suffer.” I didn’t understand, I really didn’t. He said “The reason I don’t want you to go is because they took my soul. My soul and the souls of fifty others on the day of the 7/7 bombings”. I ran, I couldn’t take it any more. I kept on running and I didn’t stop. There seemed to be trains everywhere, moving, derelict, abandoned. I ran faster and faster, jumping and bounding up and over sleepers and old tracks. Then I saw him. Him and the fifty others.“No, nothing…” Suddenly, all the light had gone, except the candle, the candlepower was wavering unruly in the darkness; outside the house, the wind was howling loudly and forcefully, bump into the window, trying to break the window, once…twice…and the third time, the window had been broke, the white curtain was swinging. The wind had come in to the house; it broke the offbeat silence inside.“That person…?” His gaze glued onto the man before him. Then, it was as if a lock had clicked open, his gaze now moved onto the other figure. There, standing next to him was an angelic looking woman. She had waist length wavy, russet coloured hair. Her long dressing gown hung loosely from her body. He tried very hard to remember where he had seen her but was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard another sorrowful, mournful cry.He gaped as he saw him grasping a knife tightly in his grip. His hazel eyes glowed as he forced himself up closer and closer to her. His hand rose higher and higher. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. Her lip body fell onto the ground. Her eyes no longer begged for forgiveness but gazed, dull and lifeless, the scarlet blood-oozing out from the fatal cut on her white neck. The vicar dropped to his knees. A gush of wind blew, sweeping the clouds away, revealing the black, velvet blanket and the silver rimmed moon.Light pierced the gloomy rooms, cutting through the darkness. A bony figure moved beneath the bed sheets in one of the rooms. A skeletal head peeked from under the crimson stained covers, his eyes alive with fear. His legs emerged, cuts covering them. He suddenly ripped the bed sheets off, violently throwing them to the ground. He stood up, his face was distorted from slashes and bruises. He had nothing on except for a pair of ripped jeans.The man nudged him towards the door whilst loosening his grip slightly. He tried to wriggle free but the man had a tight grasp around him. The man angrily kicked the flaking door open, the harsh sunlight blinding them. He violently pushed the boy to the ground and focused on his eyes reading his thoughts. He suddenly looked pleased with himself, as if he had come to a decision. His hand fumbled in his pocket, searching for something.The grey haze covered the silent countryside and a few crickets could be heard chirping, along with the rustling of the parched leaves. Miss Swan was standing under an old oak tree, waiting for her partner at her part time job. She looked to her right but only to see the depressing fog hiding the green landscape. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she swiftly turned her head to meet a pair of brown eyes.Suddenly, she heard a faint sound of heavy breathing coming from the reflected image in the mirror. She peered at the glass saw herself breathing hard, it was so real she felt as though she really did have a difficulty breathing. Her eyes were glued to the mirror and stuck to her reflection. It was growing dark. She heard a bang from down stairs but couldn’t move. She didn’t know what was going on. The mirror was causing her to hallucinate, suffocating her. Suddenly she felt two hands dragging her away from the glass. Mark’s face was pale as he watched Mary struggle to get her breath back.
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英语读后续写万能小技巧:
1、通读全文,读懂原文。
通读全文首先要解决好五个W和一个H的问题,即理清人物who、地点where、时间when、事件what、原因why及怎样发展how。
2、构思情节,谋篇布局。
按照原文中事件发生的逻辑性,构思好情节发展,这个发展须符合情节内在的逻辑。因为这不是写科幻小说,不是写神话,因此应该符合现实发生的真实性。所以这个环节的主要任务是谋篇布局。布局谋篇最关键应利用好两方面的信息:十个标有下划线的关键词语。
3、高级词汇使用。
读后续写的词汇得分点除了一般的名词、形容词、副词之外,最重要的是高级动词!因为续写侧重叙事,里面涉及到的人的动作是非常多的,比如cry,这就过于简单,要侧重细节描写,to show, not to tell, 高分作文一般就会写,With shoulders shivering, her tears cannot help streaming down her face.她的双肩哆哆嗦嗦,眼泪情不自禁的从她脸上流下来。
所以类似表现喜怒哀乐的情况,都要事先做好准备(注意,两三句即可,但这两三句一定要是最佳句,如句式,高级词汇都要是最好的,熟记于心,一直用即可),侧重刻画描写,脸,手,眼睛都可以描写。
4、关于情节,提倡一波两折。
虽说读后续写没有字数限制,但是考虑到字的大小与整体篇幅限制,一般两个波折即可,如事态变坏一个转折,最后事态好转一个转折即可。侧重人物矛盾与心理冲突,比如两人之间的猜忌,后重归于好,类似小学生作文。
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