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第十三届“外研社杯”全中小学生英语技能大赛-我最爱阅读高中组
1. About a month passed when one morning in March, Mrs. Bunting heard noises outside her bedroom window. “Wake up! Wake up!” she whispered to her sleeping husband, the Reverend, “Someone’s in the house!” He got up, took a poker from the fireplace and crept out into the hallway. He heard the sound of sneezing downstairs. The Reverend and Mrs. Bunting slowly made their way down the stairs. They heard the sound of paper rustling in the study. They came to the door and peered in. What should have been a dark room was now lit by a candle. In the light, they could see that one of the drawers had been opened, but there was no sign of a burglar in the room. Suddenly, there was a sound. Clink!Clink!2.As soon as Turandot arrived, the guards started beating my father. Liu cried out, “Please do not hurt him. He is only an old man. Only I can tell you what you want to know.” I tried to run to Liu to stop her from speaking but some guards stopped me. Turandot ordered, “Take her and torture her until she tells you his name.”“I will never tell you,” Liu screamed. “I will die before I tell you his name.” I was so stunned by Liu’s devotion to my father and myself, and even Turandot asked her, “Why do you care so much about him? Why are you so willing to sacrifice yourself for this man?” Liu answered, “Love gives me courage. Your heart is made of ice but it will be warmed by the love he can give.” 3. So I lived all alone, without anyone I could really talk to, until I had to make a crash landing in the Sahara Desert six years ago. Something in my plane’s engine had broken. Since I had neither a mechanic nor passengers in the plane with me, I was preparing to undertake the difficult repair job by myself. For me it was a matter of life or death: I had only enough drinking water for eight days. The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand a thousand miles from any inhabited country. I was more isolated than a man shipwrecked on a raft in the middle of the ocean. So you ca
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