新概念英语第三册 56-60 课后作文标准答案

Lesson 56 Our neighbor , the river

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Title: A dark and gloomy street

Introduction: Dark and gloomy street — on way home from party — short cut Development: Someone standing at far end, under lamplight — wasn't frightened — felt person did not mean to harm me — not sure what to do — decided to walk on towards the light

The "guide" started walking ahead of me —dressed in long gown —dim glow—felt safe and followed — part of town, I realized, that I had been warned about —but nothing happened to me — and near bright lights — "guide" just disap-peared

Conclusion: A young person killed that night — was the guide my guardian angel? Composition

It was a dark and gloomy street. 1 was on my way home from a friend's party and had deckled to take a short cut. I had just turned the corner from the main street and had started walking towards the light at the end of the short street.

Suddenly, almost by magic, I thought, there was someone standing at the far end, under the lamplight. Most people would have been frightened, perhaps terrified. I wasn't at all frightened. Perhaps I should have been. There was someone there. I felt somehow that the person — and I couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman — did not mean to harm me. Although I wasn't frightened, I still wasn't sure what to do. Should I walk on towards the end of the street and towards the light and towards the person? or should I go back the way I had come? I decided to walk on towards the light.

The "guide", as I called the person later, stood and seemed to wait until I was halfway down the street, and then started walking ahead of me. Even now I couldn't describe him or her: he or she seemed to be dressed in a long gown, but there was a dim glow all around him/her. Certainly I felt safe and followed the person down several streets that I did not know. It was a part of town, I realized, that I had been warned about — but nothing happened tome — and as soon as we were near the bright lights of the main road, my "guide" just disappeared.

The following day I heard that a young person had been killed walking home alone not very far from where I was that night. I don't care what other people think. I am sure that the "guide" was my guardian angel and that he or she looked after me. (317 xuords)

Lesson 57 Back in the old country

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Title: My ideal house

Introduction: The house I would like to own—hometown — magnificent mansion Development: Once visited it —owner held exhibition of sculptures and paintings in house —visitors had chance to see house Large heavy green front door;— large entrance hall — marble floor — large open staircase to first floor — large dining room and large sitting room — both look out onto front lawn — peacocks — oak trees

Back of house -—kitchen, a laundry room, games room —upstairs 6 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms House — full of antique fur-

niture — rooms decorated classical style

Conclusion: May sound like a dream — will be reality

Composition

There is a house in another part of my home town that I would love to own. It is called the "White House", like the President's house in Washington! I think you could easily describe it as a "mansion" and it is magnificent. I have no idea how much it is worth, but that doesn't worry me. I admire the house and have always admired it.

I do not have to imagine what the house is like inside because I have, strange as it may seem, actually been inside. About three years ago the owner held an exhibition of sculptures and paintings in the house. The exhibits were distributed throughtout the house so that all

the visitors had a chance to see the house.

When you go in through the large heavy green front door, you find yourself in a large entrance hall with a shining black and white marble floor, rooms leading off from it in all directions, and a large open staircase leading up to the first floor. There is a large dining room

on the right and a large sitting room on the left. Both rooms have big windows that look out onto the front lawn. There are always pea-cocks on the front lawn, and there are two large oak trees where you can sit in the shade on hot summer days.

At the back of the house is a large kitchen, a laundry and work room and a games room. Upstairs there are six bedrooms and four

bathrooms. I think there are four bathrooms, but I can't quite remember.

The house is full of beautiful antique furniture and all the rooms are decorated in a classical style — lots of light blue and light green paint with white doors, and quite a lot of gold decoration. ?. The whole thing may sound like a dream, but one day it will be reality. One day I will own my ideal house. (332 words)

Lesson 58 A spot of bother

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Title: My first visit to the UK

Introduction: Nothing like first visit abroad —what to expect? —new language, new culture —everything new and strange.

Development: 3 years ago — UK — arrival at airport — experiences

Landed at Heathrow — met by rep of Al English Language School — taken to accommodation —j small English family — at first everything strange — after 3-4 days began to enjoy stay

So many things to learn in England — example — asking way to "Albert Hall" - "the Albert Hall" Conclusion: Foreign travel — impossible to overestimate value — also helps understand foreign visitors to our country

Composition

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There is nothing like your first visit to a foreign country. Whatever you may have heard, or whatever you have read or seen, you still don’t really know what to expect. You will hear and read a new language, you will be surrounded by a completely different culture, and everything will seem new and strange.

My first visit abroad was three years ago when I went to the UK. I had booked to attend a short English language course in London with a friend of mine. After a very long flight, we landed at Heathrow Airport and were met by a representative of the Al English Lan-guage School. She welcomed us and took us to accommodation. We were staying with a small English family. At first everything was so strange—the food, the furniture in their home and the way they live, everything! But after three or four days we both began to enjoy our stay, and of course, we made lots of friends at the school, which was only half a mile away.

There are so many things to learn when you are in England. For example, one day my friend and I were sightseeing in London and stopped to ask en Englishman the way.

"Excuse me, " I said. "Where is Albert Hall?" I thought my English was just right.

'Oh, " he said, "you mean the Albert Hall!" "Yes, " I said, "where is the Albert Hall?"

He then explained how to get to the Albert Hall, but I didn't realize the word "the" was so important in English! It is impossible to overestimate what you get from foreign travel. Going to the UK made me realize how small the world is, at i me see how important travel is, and it helped me to understand what foreign visitors feel like when they visit China for the first time.

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Lesson 59 Collecting

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Title: The knock on the window

Introduction: There was a knock on the window — hardly noticeable—branch on oak tree? Development: House stands on own — countryside — lonely — few neighbours — don't see each other Heard blowing of wind — noise of traffic from main road

Conclusion: Looked oat — no one there — came back in — knock on window—louder —heart pounding—lane . . .

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There was a knock on the window. At first it was hardly noticeable, almost as if a branch on the large oak tree outs,

against the window. It was repeated, and then there was silence. , I got up and looked out of the window. I couldn't see anybody and my dog hadn't started barking. It was mid-afternoon, atx o'clock and I had been listening to the radio and reading a book. The house stands on its own, down the end of a long lane in the 1. at the countryside, so it is very lonely. I have few neighbours, but the neighbours I have are very good, even though we don't see other very often.

I had got so nervous recently that I had to summon up enough courage to unlock the front door and go outside. There was no one there. True, there was e light breeze and the wind was shaking the branches of the oak tree, but me only other sound was the noise of the traffic on the main

road a mile away. For one moment I thought I saw someone hiding behind the fence, but nothing moved, so I thought I must be wrong.

I came back in and settled down by the fire with my book. Then there was a knock on the window, this time louder. It was a real knock with a human hand, no doubt about it—well, certainly not the branch of a tree— and my heart started pounding. I looked up and

there, outside the window, was the little girl from down the lane. Her mother had sent her down to see if I was all right, and she had decided to play a trick on me. (292 words)

Lesson 60 Too early and too late

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Plan and ideas for composition(c)

Title: A piece of paper

Introduction: Piece of paper — blowing in wind — not large i— drop into water? — looked very light — tissue / toilet paper?

Development: Finished sandwiches — set off back to office — not looking forward to-afternoon.

Piece of paper flew up again — noticed writing on it — flew away — dropped down — wind took it again

Ran after it once more — landed in front of me

Conclusion: Lottery ticket — took it home — won ?50!

Composition

A piece of paper was blowing in the wind. When I saw it, I was sitting in the park eating my sandwiches. It was floating across the surface of the park lake, not large, about half the size of a postcard, and I wondered when it would drop into the water. But it didn't. As it got near to the surface, it rose again and the wind took it over the bank towards some trees. Even then I thought that it looked very light —perhaps tissue paper or toilet paper, maybe —because it almost fluttered, like a butterfly. But then again, perhaps it wasn't Perhaps it was just ordinary paper that had got a bit wet.

I finished my sandwiches, threw my waste paper into the bin nearby and set off back towards the trees and my office. I was not look-ing forward to the afternoon. As I walked round the edge of the lake, the piece of paper flew up again in front of me. It began to anno] me, and intrigue me —because when it flew up, I noticed that it was pink with some writing on it- It flew away and I chased it. I dropped down and I had nearly reached it when the wind took it again. I ran after it once more and it landed again some metres in front of me.

I finally caught up with it and put my foot on it to stop it flying away again. This time I held it firmly with my foot until I could lean down and pick it up. I looked at it and realized what it was: a lottery ticket — 8 little wet, and one comer was torn, but it was a lottery ticket. I could see that the date on it was about six weeks before. It was probably worth nothing, but I decided to take it home and dry it.

It was worth something! When I checked the numbers with the winning numbers six weeks before, I had four the same. The "piece of paper" was worth ? 50! (334 words)