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2016记叙文92016 2016 2016 2016江苏D 牙买加女飞人2008年奥运会女子百米冠军S 2016二B自己的故事（我作为老师用Tinkertoys培养学生创造力的经2016三BEudoraWelty在纽约的咖啡厅和老友相聚聊15年重庆AtthirteenIwasdiagnosed诊断withakindofattentiondisorderItschooldifficultforme.Wheneveryoneelseintheclasswasfocusingontasks,Icouldnot.Inmyfirstliteratureclass,Mrs.Smithaskedustoreadastoryandthenwriteonit,allwithin45minutes.Iraisedmyhandrightawayandsaid,“Mrs.Smith,yousee,thedoctorsaidIhaveattentionproblems.Imightnotbeabletodoit.”Sheglanceddownatmethroughherglasses,“Youarenodifferentfromyourclassmates,youngman.”Itried,butIdidn’tfinishthereadingwhenthebellrang.Ihadtotakeithome.Inthequietnessofmybedroom,thestorysuddenlyallbecamecleartome.Itwasaboutablind ,LouisBraille.Helivedinatimewhentheblindcouldn’tgetmucheducation.ButLouisdidn’tgiveup.Instead,heinventedareadingsystemofraiseddots(点),whichopenedupawholenewworldknowledgetotheWasn’tIthe“blind”inmyclass,beingmadetolearnlikethe“sighted”students?Mythoughtsspilledoutandmypenstartedtodance.Icompletedthetaskwithin40minutes.Indeed,Iwasnodifferentfromothers;Ijustneededaquieterplace.IfLouiscouldfindhiswayoutofhisproblems,whyshouldIevergiveup?Ididn’texpectanythingwhenIhandledinmypapertoMrs.Smith,soitwasquiteasurprisewhenitcamebacktomethenextday—withan“A”onit.Atthebottomofthepaperwerethesewords:“SeewhatyoucandowhenyoukeepTheauthordidn’tfinishthereadinginclass HewasnewtotheHewastiredofHehadanattentionHewantedtotakethetaskWhatdoweknowaboutLouisBraillefromtheHehadgoodHemadeagreatHegaveupHelearnedalotfromWhatwasMrs.Smith’sattitudetotheauthorattheendoftheWhatisthemainideaoftheThedisabledshouldbetreatedwithAteachercanopenupanewworldtoOnecanfindhiswayoutofdifficultieswithEveryoneneedsahandwhenfacedwith2016Oneearlymorning,IwentintothelivingroomtofindmymotherreadingathickbookcalledBestLovedPoemstoReadAgainandAgain.Myinterestwasarousedonlybythefactthattheword“Poems”appearedinbig,hotpink“Isitgood?”Iasked“Yeah,”sheanswered.“There’soneIreallylikeandyou’lllikeit,too.”Ileanedforward.“‘PattyPoem,’”shereadthetitle.WhoisPatty?Iwondered.ThepoemSheneverputshertoysJustleavesthemscattered①wheretheylay,…①Thepoemwasjustthreeshortsections.ThefinalonecameWhenshegrowsandgatherspoise②,②稳重I’llmissherharum-scarum③noise莽撞的Andlookinvain④forscatteredtoys.④徒劳地AndI’llbeAterriblesorrowwashedoverme.WhoeverPattywas,shewasameangirl.Then,theshock.“It’syou,honey,”MymothersaidTomymother,thepoemrevealedaparent’saffectionwhenherchildgrowsupandleaves.Tome,the“she”inthepoemwashorror.Itwasmymamawhowouldbesad.ItwassoterribleIburstoutcrying.“What’swrong?”mymother“OhMama,”Icried.“Idon’twanttogrowupShes d.“Honey,it’sokay.You’renotgrowingupanytimesoon.Andwhenyoudo,I’llstillloveyou,okay?”“Okay,”Iwasstillwee.Mypanichasgone.ButIcouldnothelpthinkingaboutthatsillypoem.Afterwhatseemedlikeasafeamountoftime,Ireadthepoemagainandwasconfused.Itallfitsowelltogether,likeapuzzle.Thelanguagewassimple,sosimpleIcouldplainlyunderstanditsmeaning,yetitwasstillbeautiful.Iwasnowfascinatedbytheideaofpoetry,wordsthathadthepowertomakeorbreaka ’sworld.Ihavesincefalleninlovewithotherpoems,but“PattyPoem”remainsmypoem.Afterall,“PattyPoem”gavememyloveforpoetrynotbecauseitwasthepoemthatliftedmyspirits,butbecauseitwastheonethathurtmetheWhywasthewriterattractedbythebookBestLovedPoemstoReadAgainandAgain?ItwasathickenoughSomethingonitscovercaughtherHermotherwasreadingitwithIthasameaningfulAfterhermotherreadthepoemtoher,thewriter atA. 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D.Thewriter’smotherlikedtoread“PattyPoem”probably itreflectedherownitwaswritteninsimpleitwascomposedbyafamousitgaveherahintofwhatwouldItcanbeconcludedfromthepassagethat“PattyPoem”leadsthewriter.discoverthepowerofrecognizeherloveforfindhereagernesstogrowexperiencegreat2015Papa,asasonofadirt-poorfarmer,leftschoolearlyandwenttoworkinafactory,foreducationwasfortherichthen.So,theworldbecamehisschool.Withgreatinterest,hereadeverythinghecouldlayhishandson,listenedtothetowneldersandlearnedabouttheworldhistinyhometown.“There’ssomuchtolearn,”he’dsay.“Thoughwe’rebornstupid,onlythestupidremainthatway.“Hewasdeterminedthatnoneofhischildrenwouldbedenied()anThus,Papainsistedthatwelearnatleastonenewthingeachday.Though,aschildren,wethoughtthiswascrazy,itwouldneverhaveoccurredtoustodenyPapaarequest.Anddinnertimeseemedperfectforsharingwhatwehadlearned.Wewouldtalkaboutthenewsoftheday;nomatterhowinsignificant,itwasnevertakenlightly.Papawouldlistencarefullyandwasreadywithsomecomment,alwaystothepoint.Thencamethemoment—thetimetosharetheday’snewPapa,attheheadofthetable,wouldpushbackhischairandpouraglassofredwine,readytolisten.“Felice,”he’dsay,“lmewhatyoulearnedtoday.”“IlearnedthatthepopulationofNepalis“Silence.Papawasthinkingaboutwhatwassaid,asifthesalvationoftheworldwoulddependuponit.“ThepopulationofNepal.Hmm.Well….”he’dsay.“Getthemap;let’sseewhereNepalis.“AndthewholefamilywentonasearchforThissameexperiencewasrepeateduntileachfamilymemberhadaturn.Dinnerendedonlyafterwehadaclearunderstandingofatleasthalfadozensuchfacts.Aschildren,wethoughtverylittleabouttheseeducationalwonders.Ourfamily,however,wasgrowingtogether,sharingexperiencesandparticipatinginoneanother’seducation.Andbylookingatus,listeningtous,respectingourourmostinfluentialteacher.Laterduringmytrainingasafutureteacher,Istudiedwithsomeofthemostfamouseducators.TheywereimpartingwhatPapahadknownallalong—thevalueofcontinuallearning.Histechniquehasservedmewellallmylife.Notasingledayhasbeenwasted,thoughIcanneverlwhenknowingthepopulationofNepalmightproveuseful.WhatdoweknowfromthefirstTheauthor’sfatherwasborninaworker’sThosebornstupidcouldnotchangetheirThetownelderswantedtolearnabouttheThepoorcouldhardlyaffordschoolTheunderlinedword“it”inthesecondparagraphrefersto 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aneducatorexpertattrainingfutureaparentinsistentonhischildren’saparticipantwillingtosharehisateacherstrictabouteverythinghisstudents2015OnedaywhenIwas12,mymothergavemeanorder:Iwastowalktothepubliclibrary,andborrowatleastonebookforthesummer.Thiswasonemoreweaponforhertodefeatmystrangeproblem—inabilitytoread.Inthelibrary,Ifoundmywayintothe“Children’sRoom.”Isatdownonthefloorandpulledafewbooksofftheshelfatrandom.Thecoverofabookcaughtmyeye.Itpresentedapictureofabeagle.Ihadrecentlyhadabeagle,thefirstandonlyanimalcompanionIeverhadasachild.Hewasmysecretsharer,butonemorning,hewasgone,givenawaytosomeonewhohadthespaceandthemoneytocareforhim.Ineverforgotmybeagle.Thereonthebook’scoverwasabeaglewhichlookedidentical(相同的mydog.Iranmyfingersoverthepictureofthedogonthecover.Myeyesranacrossthetitle,Amos,theBeaglewithaPlan.Unknowingly,Ihadreadthetitle.Withoutopeningthebook,Iborroweditfromthelibraryforthesummer.Undertheshadeofabush,IstartedtoreadaboutAmos.Ireadvery,veryslowlywithdifficulty.Thoughpageswereturnedslowly,Igotthemainideaofthestoryaboutadogwho,likemine,hadbeenseparatedfromhisfamilyandwhofinallyfoundhiswaybackhome.Thatdogwasmydog,andIwasthelittleboyinthebook.Attheendofthestory,mymindcontinuedthefinalsceneofreunion,onandon,untilmyownlostdogandIwere,inmymind,runningMymother’scallreturnedmetotherealworld.Isuddenlyrealizedsomething:Ihadreadabook,andIhadlovedreadingthatbook.EveryoneknewIcouldnotread.ButIhadreadit.BookscouldbeincrediblywonderfulandIwasgoingtoreadthem.Inevertoldmymotheraboutmy“miraculous”(般的)experiencesummer,butshesawaslowbutremarkableimprovementinmyclassroomperformanceduringthenextyear.Andyearslater,shewasproudthathersonhadreadthousandsofbooks,wasawardedaPhDinliterature,andauthoredhisownbooks,articles,poetryandfiction.Thepowerofthewordshasheld.Theauthor’smothertoldhimtoborrowabookinorder encouragehimtodomorelethimspendameaningfulhelpcurehimofhisreadingmakehimlearnmoreaboutThebookcaughttheauthor’seye itcontainedprettypicturesofitremindedhimofhisownhefounditstitleeasytohelikedchildren’sstoriesveryWhycouldtheauthormanagetoreadthebookHewasforcedbyhismothertoreadHeidentifiedwiththestoryintheThebooktoldthestoryofhispetThehappyendingofthestoryattractedWhatcanbeinferredfromthelastTheauthor easuccessfulTheauthor’smotherreadthesameTheauthor’smotherrewardedhimwithTheauthorhashadhappysummerseverWhichonecouldbethebesttitleoftheTheCharmofa B.Mum’sStrictC.ReunionwithMy D.MyPassionfor2016Twothingschangedmylife:mymotherandawhiteplasticbikebasket.Ihavethoughtlongandheardaboutitandit’strue.Iwouldbeadifferentifmymomhadn’tturnedasillybicycleaccessoryintoalifelessonIcarrywithmetoday.Mymotherandfatherwereunitedintheirwayofraisingchildren,butitmostlyfelltomymothertoactuallycarryitout.Lookingback,Ihonestlydon’tknowhowshedidit.Managingthefamilybudgetmusthavebeenaveryhardtask.,butshemadeitlookeffortless.Ifwecomplainedaboutnothavingwhatanotherkiddid,we’dhearsomethinglike,“Idon’tcarewhatso–and–sogotforhisbirthday,youarenotgettingaTVinyourroomacarforyourbirthdayalavishsweet16party.”Wehadtoearnourallowancebyngchoresaroundthehouse.Icanstilllrememberhowlongittooktopolishthelegsofourcoffeetable.Mybrotherscannodoubtrememberhoursspentcleaningthehouse.LikethetwolittlegirlsgrowingupattheWhiteHouse,wemadeourownbeds(nooneleftthehouseuntilthatwasdoneandpickedupafterourselves.Wehadtokeeptrackofourbelongings,andifsomethingwaslost,itwasnotItwassummerand,oneday,mymotherdrovemetothebikeshoptogetatirefixedandthereitwasinthewindow,White,shiny,plasticanddecoratedwithflowers,thebasketwinkedatmeandIknewIknewIhadtohaveit.“It’sbeautiful,”mymothersaidwhenIpointeditouttoher,“WhataneatItriedtoholdoffatfirst,Iplayeditcoolforashortwhile.ButthenIguessIcouldn’tatanditanylonger:”Mom,pleasecanIplease,pleasegetit?I‘lldoextrachoresforaslongasyousay,I’lldoanything,butIneedthatbasket,Ilovethatbasket.Please,Mom.Please?”Iwas“Youknow,”shesaid,gentlyrubbingmybackwhilewebothstaredatwhatIbelieveswasthecoolestthingever,”Ifyousaveupyoucouldbuythis“BythetimeImakeenoughit’llbe“MaybeRogerherecouldholditforyou,”she datRoger,the“Hecan’tholditforthatlong,Mom.Someoneelsewillbuyit.Please,“Theremightbeanotherway,“sheAndsoourpayingplanunfolded.MymotherboughtthebeautifulbasketandputitsafelyinsomehidingplaceIcouldn’tfind.EachweekIeagerlycountedmygrowingsavingincreasedbyextraworkhereandthere(washingthecar,helmymothermakedinner,deliveringorcollectingthingsonmybikethatalreadylookednakedwithoutthebasketinfront).Andthen,weekslater,Icounted,re-countedandjumpedforjoy.Oh,happyday!Imadeit!Ifinallyhadtheexactamountwe’dagr