读后续写助人类：圣诞节奇迹讲义 高三英语复习写作专项.docxVIP

续写题目 I was a single mother in my 30s who lived down and out with my daughter Peggy in a small apartment struggling hard to make our ends meet.One day, I headed to the downtown for an interview, I sat down in the streetcar, and there against those seats was a beautiful silk umbrella with a silver handle decorated with gold scrolls, among which there was a name carved. On impulse I determined to find the owner myself. I got off the street car in the heavy rain and thankfully opened the umbrella to protect myself. Then I searched a telephone book for the name. I found it immediately and called it, waiting patiently, and then a lady answered.“Yes,” she said in surprise, with extreme excitement. “It was my umbrella which had been stolen a year ago.” So appealing was her pleasure that I forgot I was looking for a job and went directly to her small house. She took the umbrella with teary eyes, explaining with choking voice that the umbrella was given by her parents, now dead. Her happiness at retrieving(找回) this special possession was such that to have accepted her reward would have spoiled something. So I refused her offer and left.The following months were hard. I can only obtain temporary employment, for a small salary. What was worse, I had just lost my last job before Christmas, with only fifteen dollars left. Unless a miracle happened, I would be homeless in January, foodless and jobless. l had prayed steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer but this coldness and darkness.The air was full of Christmas merriment, with the bells ringing and children shouting in the bitter dusk of the evening. But there should be no Christmas for me, I knew, no gifts no remembrance whatsoever.Thinking of this, I couldn’t control my tears on my way home, but I managed a smile so I could greet my little daughter. She opened the door for me and throw herself in my arms, dreaming joyously and demanding desirably for her Christmas gift. There I stood, frozen overwhelmed by miser