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2021年1月19日发(作者：问题的英文)
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The big Town Hall clock was striking midnight when Frank began to cross the bridge. The dark night air
was cold and wet, and the street lamps gave little light. Frank was anxious get hand and his footsteps
rang loudly on the silent night.
When he reached the middle of the bridge, he thought he could hear someone coming near behind him. He
looked back but could see no one. However the sound continued, and Frank began walking more quickly.
Then he slowed down again, thinking there was nothing to fear in a town as quiet as this. The short,
quick steps grew louder until they seemed very near.
Frank found it impossible not to turn round. As he did so, he caught sight of a human form coming toward
him.
After
reaching
the
other
side
of
the
bridge,
Frank
stopped
and
pretended
to
look
down
at
the
water.
From the corner of his eyes he could now make out the form of a man dressed in a large overcoat. A hat
was pulled down over his eyes and very little of his face could be seen.
As the man came near, Frank turned towards him and said something about the weather in an effort to be
friendly.
The
man
did
not
answer
but
asked
roughly
where
Oakfield
House
was.
Frank
pointed
to
a
big
house
in the distance and the stranger continued his way.
Then Frank wondered why the stranger had wanted to find Oakfield House at such an hour. He knew that
the
person
who
lived
there
was
very
rich.
Almost
without
realizing
what
he
was
doing,
Frank
began
following
the stranger quietly.
The man was soon outside the house and Frank saw him look up at the windows. A light was still on, and
the man waited until it went out. When about half an hour had passed, Frank saw him climb noiselessly
over the wall and heard him drop onto the ground at the other side.
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Paragraph 1:
Now Frank knew what the man wanted to do.
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Frank couldn’t just stand in the dark and wait.

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答案及解析
:
Like
every
other
Sunday
morning
，
my
best
friend
，
Patty
，
dropped
my
godchildren
，
Jeremiah
and
Rachel
，

off at my apartment around 6
：
30 a.m. before she went on her way to work.
And
，
just
like
every
other
Sunday
morning
，
we
all
went
back
to
sleep
for
a
couple
of
hours.
When
everyone
awoke
I
made
a
quick
breakfast
and
then
the
four
of
us
，
my
husband
，
Larry
，
the
kids
and
myself
，
hurried
and got ourselves out the door for church
，
just like every other Sunday morning.
It
wasn’t
until
we
walked

through
the
church
doors
and
I
saw
the
girl
standing
there
passing
out
flowers
that I remembered this wasn’t like every other Sunday morning，

it was Mother’s Day.

Before I could stop him
，
Jeremiah
，
always the curious child
，
went up to the girl and tugged on her
arm. “Linda，
what are you doing
？” He asked.

Linda smiled at him and said brightly “I’m giving a flower to every mother in church today because
it’s Mother’s day.”

Jeremiah’s
eyes
grew
bright.
“My
mom
had
to
work
today.
Can
I
have
a
flower
to
take

home
to
give
her
？”

I was so proud of him at that moment. Jeremiah was often 1
）
hyper
，
and it was sometimes hard for him
to remember to speak slowly and ask for things
politely when he was excited. But he had been the perfect
little gentleman when he asked for that flower.
“Of course.” Linda answered，
and lowered the box she was holding so that Jeremiah could pick out a
flower for Patty.
Jeremiah turned towards me
，
proudly holding a pink carnation in his hand. He smiled at me. His dark
eyes danced with pride and love and excitement. I smiled at him and motioned for him to come with me
so
we
could
go
take
our
seats
in
church
，
but
instead
，
h
e
turned
back
towards
Linda.“Can
I
please
have
a flower for Aunt Kimmie too
？”

I felt my breath catch somewhere in my chest. That was the last thing I had expected Jeremiah to do.
It was one of the sweetest and most sincere things I had ever heard him say. But neither of us was ready
for what happened next.
“
Oh
，
no
，

Jeremiah. She can’t have a flower. She isn’t a mom.” Linda replied.

I
watched
as
all
the
joy
Jeremiah
had
been
feeling
left
his
face.
Gone
was
his
bright
smile.
Those
sparkling
eyes of his turned troubled. There was now a confused
，
pain-filled little boy standing where
，
just
seconds ago
，
a very happy child had stood. My heart broke in about a million pieces
，
but not for
myself
，
for Jeremiah. His heart was broken
，
and my heart ached for him.
But my heart was also full because
，
in that incredibly 2
）
insensitive moment
，
I found out how much
Jeremiah loved me and how much I meant to him.
I may not have been his mom
，
but it was my apartment he came to after school several days a week while
Patty worked. I was the one that fixed his meals and gave him his favorite 3
）
Popsicles. I always read
him stories and sang songs to him. I calmed his fears and 4
）
chased away the monsters when he had a bad
dream
，
and
，
I was the keeper of the band-aids when
he was
hurt. I was the one that was there when Patty couldn’t be. In Jeremiah’s eyes，
I might not
have
been
his
mom
，
but
I
was
just
as
important
as
his
own
mother
was.
And
，
he
always
5
）
affectionately
called me
，

“Aunt Kimmie”，

even though I wasn’t.

I shot Linda a look as I took Jeremiah by the hand and urged him to come with me. She started to say
something
，

but at that point I didn’t trust myself to respond kindly to her，
so I turned my back and
walked away. Perhaps it wasn’t the Christian thing to do，
but walking away beat the few choice
un-Christian words I wanted to say to her instead.
The rest of that morning Jeremiah was quiet and 6
）
withdrawn. When we got back home from church I got
out my prettiest vase so he could keep that pink carnation in it and give it to Patty when she came for
him. But his enthusiasm had been crushed
；

the joy he had felt had been robbed from him. And I didn’t
know how to fix it for him.
That
afternoon
after
nap
time
，
Jeremiah
and
Rachel
went
outside
to
play
in
the
courtyard
of
our
apartment
building. I was in the kitchen making dinner for everyone when I heard the front door open. Jeremiah
slowly came to the doorway of the kitchen
，
his hands behind his back.
“
Aunt Kimmie
，” he said softly，

“You deserve something for Mother’s day.” I
knelt down in front
of him as he pulled out a handful of fresh picked dandelions and gave them to me. I felt tears on my
cheeks as I gathered him in my arms and hugged him tightly.“I love you，

Aunt Kimmie.”

“
I love you
，
too
，

Jeremiah.” And，

I couldn’t have
loved him more if he had been my own son.
清晨六点半左右，和往常的星期天一样，我最好的 朋友帕蒂在她去上班之前，将我的两个教子女杰里迈亚和瑞秋扔
在了我的公寓。

和以往任何一个星期天一样，我们又都回到床上多睡了几个小时的回笼觉。赶在他们起床前，
我迅速地做 好了早餐。吃完早餐后，我和丈夫拉里还有孩子们就急急忙忙地出门去教堂做礼拜，就和以往任何一个
星 期天一样。

直到我们走过教堂门口，我看见有个女孩站在那儿给每个路过的人分发花朵，我才 记起来，今天并不同于以往任何
一个星期天。因为今天是母亲节。

杰里迈亚是个好 奇心很强的孩子，我还没来得及阻止他，他就径直走向那个女孩，拉了拉她的手臂，问：“琳达，
你在这 儿干嘛呢？”

琳达冲着他微笑，明朗地说：“我在这给每一个来教堂做礼拜的妈妈送花，因 为今天是母亲节。”

杰里迈亚两眼放光。“我妈妈今天还得上班没能来。可以给我一朵花带回家去送给她吗？”