高三英语二轮复习学案-名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选：Permission to Cry
2025届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选TwoKindsofPeople
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 Two Kinds of People班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选Two Kinds of People捡一个纸箱子的时候，他想起来父亲对他的教化。
世界上有两种人，一种是伸手去做事的人，另外一种是观望的人。
这个教化对作者的一生产生重大的影响，引导了他走向真善美之路。
Character is doing the right thing when nobody’s looking.~J.C. WattsOur boys had taken the recycling bin out to the street the night before, because our morning pickup was at the crack of dawn. The next morning, I discovered Old Man Winter’s cruel joke. The relentless South Dakota wind had turned cardboard boxes into winte r’s version of tumbleweeds. They were scattered everywhere. I needed to run out and gather them before the collection truck pulled up. I zipped insulated coveralls over my PJs, added a parka and scarf, and then sealed myself up with mittens and a cap. I scurried out the door and zigzagged across the driveway like a chicken pecking for seeds.In a few moments, I’d snagged the stray boxes and crammed them into the bin. It was a good thing. My face was quick to remind me that exposed skin in below-zero temperatures is not a good idea.I was ready to dash back into the house when I spied it. One of the cardboard boxes had made its merry way to the park next door. I grimaced as I fought the temptation to leave it there. I stood frozen (figuratively and literally) as the words my father had spoken years before began to echo in my brain.I could hear his voice as it carried over the sound of burgers sizzling from the heat of Kingsford charcoalbriquets. In the background, cows were meandering and mooing as they made their way from the field to the stock tank. I sniffed the sweet smell of freshly cut alfalfa. I was sitting cross-legged on the picnic table as we made small talk. I asked him how his day at work had been.He indicated it was fairly typical: conference calls, meetings, and paperwork. And then he caught himself and said that one interesting thing had happened. Someone in the hallway had walked past a piece of garbage.He had my attention. What was so important about a piece of garbage? I thought.He went on to describe the scenario. His place of business had rather long hallways. He said he noticed a wrapper at the end of the hall. He kept himself back and observed the number of people who walked past it. He could tell that some of the folks had seen it but chose not to stop. Eventually, someone picked up the wrapper and plopped it in the mouth of a waiting garbage can.And then my dad said something that has stuck with me ever since.“I learned today that there are two kinds of people in the world — the kind who, when they see garbage, will stop and pick it up… and the kind who won’t.”He continued, “It made me realize that we all get to decide what k ind of person we’re going to be — a person who leaves the world better than how they found it, or a person who doesn’t.”Then he looked at me with a smile and his penetrating, blue eyes. I knew that he was asking me, without saying it out loud, “What kind of person will you be?”It’s been forty years since that conversation. I’ve lost track of how many times his unspoken advice has affected the choices I’ve made. Some of those decisions were of major consequence; my career, my marriage, my callings… all of them were influenced by those words.And yet, the truth is, those big decisions were shaped by hundreds of little choices that youth gave me the opportunity to make first:Classmate being bullied? Stand up for him.Money to spend? Save it up.Litter in the street? Pick it up.Want to give up? Pull yourself up.Each time, I had a decision to make. And the backdrop for them all? “There are just two kinds of people in the world.”Today, my father’s advice is finding its way into my kids’ lives. Their choices regarding vocation and how they conduct themselves in relationships, as well as being of service to others, are being influenced by that unspoken challenge: “What kind of person will you be?”I’m grateful for his words, but even more for the way he modeled what it looks like to leave the world better than how you found it.Oh, and that renegade cardboard box? You already know what happened. Despite having all the mobility of a Michelin Man bubbled in layers of clothing, I ran tothe park, snagged the box and, with a grin as broad as my frozen face would allow, slam-dunked it into the bin!My dad’s been gone for more than a decade now, but I still tell him I get it: Two kinds of people, Dad… two kinds of people.— Cindy K. Krall —【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2023届高三英语二轮复习学案 名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 All the Good Things
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 All the Good Things班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选All the Good Things话而惩罚该生。
但Mark每一次都有礼貌地感谢老师。
一次偶然的机会，为了鼓舞学生士气，作者让学生在纸上写下彼此的优点。
多年后，在Mark的葬礼上，作者意外发现Mark及其他的学生都保存了当年的那张纸。
那一刻，作者痛哭欲绝。
A kind word is like a spring day.——Russian Proverb He was in the third-grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but MarkEklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasionalmischievousness delightful.Mark also talked incessantly. I tried to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was the sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. “Thank you for correcting me, Sister!” I didn’t know what to make of it at first but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often. I made a novice-teacher’s mistake. I looked at Mark and said, “If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!”It wasn’t 10 seconds later when Chuck blurted out, “Mark is talking again.”I hadn’t asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened the drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark’s desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room.As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The entire class cheered as I walked back to Ma rk’s desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, “Thank you for correctingme, Sister.”At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the “new math,” he did not talk as much in ninth grade.One Friday things just didn’t feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were growing frustrated with themselves — and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, but as the students left the room, each one handed me their paper. Chuck smiled. Mark said, “Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend.”That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Some of them ran two pages. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” I heard whispered. “I never knew that meant anything to anyone!” “I didn’t know others liked me so much!”No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I had returned from a vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked the usual questions about the trip: How the weather was, my experiences in general. There was a slight lull in the conversation.Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, “Dad?”My father cleared his throat. “The Eklunds called last night,” he began.“Really?” I said. “I haven’t heard from them for several years. I wonder how Mark is.”Dad responded quietly. “Mark was killed in Vietnam,” he said. “The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend.” To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you could talk to me.The church was packed with Mark’s friends. Chuck’s sister sang “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Why did it have to ra in on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as a pallbearer came up to me. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. “Mark talked about you a lot,” he said.After the funeral most of Ma rk’s former classmates headed to Chuck’s farmhouse for lunch. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. “They found this on Mark when he was killed. W e thought you might recognize it.”Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all th e good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him. “Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”Mark’s classmates started to gather around us. Chuck smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.” John’s wife said, “John asked me to put his in our wedding album.” “I have mine, too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary.” Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said without batting an eyelash. “I think we all saved our lists.”That’s when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.- Helen P. Mrosla【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2023届高三英语二轮复习学案 名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A New Leash on Life
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A New Leash on Life班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A New Leash on Life圈缠绕在一起。
我只好用剪刀强行把项圈剪开，结果狗狗昏迷过去没了心跳。
情急之下，我对狗狗进行心肺复苏CPR，最后，奇迹发生了，狗狗活过来了，一家人感到惊喜激动。
从此，我跟狗狗之间有了一层特殊的关系。
Dogs bring out the best in us.~Author Unknown“M om! Get your dog off me!” I yelled, two seconds after walking through her door. It was Christmas Eve, one of the few days a year when I dress up.My thirteen-year-old daughter Desirée and I had arrived to pick my mom up for church, and before I even closed the door behind me, my mom’s Shih Tzu, Verdell, had gotten her light-gray hair all over my nice black pants.Instead of pulling Verdell away with both hands and messing up her own clothes, my mom grabbed the dog’s collar with her index finger. Verdell was so excited to see us that she spun around in circles trying to free herself. But instead of freeing herself, she twisted the collar around my mother’s finger, tightening it more. My mother’s finger was stuck and Verdell couldn’t breathe.My mom screamed and got down on her knees. I thought she was screaming in pain but it was m ore than that. She was trying to unfasten the collar but it wouldn’t budge and neither would the dog. Verdell was motionless.I could see the fear in my mom’s eyes as she realized her closest companion couldn’t breathe. She tried pulling her finger out but couldn’t. There was no time to spin the dog back around to free her. My mom frantically found scissors but I grabbed them away from her, fearing she would nick the dog trying to cut the collar with one hand. I wasn’t comfortable cutting it off with both h ands but I knew it was our only hope.My hands shook rapidly as I pushed the blade under Verdell’s collar, freeing her and my mom. Verdell’s head fell to the floor. I had never seen her still before.I put my ear to her chest to check for a heartbeat. There was nothing. I looked up at my mom, shook my head, and said, “She’s gone.”“Noooo! Nooo! Nooo,” my mom wailed. My daughter, who grew up with Verdell, ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. I stared at the dog in shock. I couldn’t believe Verdell was gone just like that. Only a couple of minutes earlier, she was greeting us at the door. It didn’t seem real. The lively little dog, who was never short of energy, lay there lifeless.My mother’s sobspenetrated my heart. I had never heard her cry like that. I thought her grief would kill her. I was never close to Verdell. I’m allergic to dogs, a bit of a germophobe in general and, as if she knew that, Verdell always went after me of all people. Aside from the shedding, she’d drool on me and even manage to slip her tongue into my mouth — a doggie French kiss.I don’t know what happened, but something clicked inside me. I grabbed Verdell’s slobbery mouth, took a deep breath, and proceeded to do CPR. I didn’t even know if CPR worked on pets or if I would remember all the steps, but it all came back to me. I tilted Verdell’s head back, put my mouth over hers, and breathed. Then… I pumped her chest.“One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousa nd,” I recited, and then breathed. “One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand.”I checked for her breath and heart beat. There was nothing.“One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand,” I said, and prayed to myself. Please Lord. Br ing her back for my mom. She can’t take this. Verdell’s all she has.My mom looked on quietly with hope and expectation, as if I knew what I was doing.I listened for Verdell’s heartbeat again. It wasn’t there.“One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-on e thousand,” I lamented.I checked Verdell’s vitals again. Nothing.“One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand.” Now I could barely get the words out.With tears rolling down my face, I checked Verdell one more time, looked up at my mom, and f inally said, “That’s it.”My mom burst into tears again, and I along with her. In the background, I could hear my daughter’s muffled cry coming from the bathroom. My mom and I looked down at Verdell. I zoned out looking into her eyes. For a second, I thought I saw one of them blink. I shook my head to snap myself out of it.“Did you see that,” my mom asked. “She blinked. There it is again!”I wondered if we were both wishful seeing.This can’t be, I thought. Then Verdell’s tail wagged.“Look, look, loo loo look… her her tail. Her tail!” my mom jumped up screaming.“She’s alive!” we cheered. “She’s alive! She’s alive!”I embraced my mom, not something we normally do in my undemonstrative family, as we watched Verdell slowly come back to life. Her blinking and tail wagging got faster and faster. Then Verdell lifted herself up by her front legs and joined our celebration as she joyfully ran around the house dragging her back legs behind her.Little by little, Verdell’s hind legs regained strength as well and she jumped all over us. I held her in my arms and she attacked my face with kisses. I didn’t resist. Verdell ran back and forth between me and my mom like a puppypleading to play. Then suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and made a beeline for the bathroom where my daughter remained barricaded. Verdell scratched on the wooden door, but Desirée didn’t answer. She couldn’t hear anything over her sobs.“Desirée! Open up,” I yelled through the door.“Nooo!” she yelled back.“Open the door,” I said. “Someone wants to see you.”“No!” she shouted. “I don’t want to see anyone right now.”“It’s Verdell,” I said. “She’s alive!”Desirée opened the door just a crack to peek out but enough for Verdell to push her way in. Desirée looked down at Verdell in shock. And th en excitement.“Verdell, Verdell, Verdell,” she screamed, through her strained voice.Desirée came out with Verdell in her arms. The dog squirmed, wanting to get down and run around some more. We called an emergency veterinarian. He wasn’t surprised by our Christmas miracle and said CPR is often used on animals. The vet asked a few questions about Verdell, congratulated me, and said we didn’t need to bring her in. I thought it was all too good to be true but he assured us that she was fine.We never made it to church that evening but Jesus definitely made His way to us. Verdell and I had a special bond after that night, a special connection that only we shared.【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2025届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选BestFriends
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 Best Friends班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选Best Friends的一双小小的鹿皮靴给了Ann。
靴子送出去了，Ann陪我玩着，我却快乐不起来。
为自己所作的事情耿耿于怀，以至于饭也没有吃，一个人呆在房间里。
我最终确定去要回这双承载了我对姑妈全部美妙记忆的小小的靴子，同时也思索究竟什么是真正的挚友？真正的挚友是情愿和你陪你一起，也从不要求回报的。
We’re swallowed up only when we’re willing for it to happen.“Please stay,” I begged.Ann was my best friend, the only other girl in the neighborhood, and I didn’t want her to go.She sat on my bed, her blue eyes blank.“I’m bored,” she said, slowly twirling her thick red pigtail around her finger. She had come to play a half hour ago.“Please don’t go,” I pleaded. “Your mother said you could stay an hour.”Ann started to get up, then spotted a pair of miniature Indian moccasins on my bedside table. With their bright-colored beads on buttery leather, the moccasins were my most cherished possession.“I’ll stay if you’ll give me those,” Ann said.I frowned. I couldn’t imagine parting with the moccasins. “But Aunt Reba gave them to me,” I protested.My aunt had been a beautiful, kind woman. I had really adored her. She was never too busy to spend time with me. We made up silly stories and laughed and laughed. The day she died, I cried under a blanket for hours, unable to believe that I would never see her again. Now, as I cuddled the soft moccasins in my hands, I was filled with fond memories of Aunt Reba.“Come on,” prodded Ann. “I’m your best friend.” As if she needed to remind me!I don’t know what came over me, but more than anything, I wanted someone to play with me. I wanted someone to play with so much that I handed Ann the moccasins!After she stuffed them in her pocket, we rode our bikes up and down the alleya few times. Soon it was time for her to go. Upset at what I had done, I didn’t feel like playing anyway.I pleaded “not hungry” that evening and dragged off to bed without dinner. Once up in my room, I began to really miss those moccasins!When my mom had tucked me in and turned out the light, she asked me what was wrong. Through my tears, I told her how I had betrayed Aunt Reba’s memory and how ashamed I felt.Mom hugged me warmly, but all she could say was, “Well, I guess you’ll have to decide what to do.”Her words didn’t seem to help. Alone in the dark, I began to think more clearly. Kids’ code says you don’t give, then take back. But was it a fair trade? Why did I let Ann toy with my feelings? But most of all, is Ann really my best friend?I decided what I would do. I tossed and turned all night, dreading daylight.At school the next day, I cornered Ann. I took a deep breath and asked for the moccasins. Her eyes narrowed, and she stared at me for a long time.Please, I was thinking. Please.“Okay,” she said finally, producing the moccasins from her pocket. “I didn’t like them anyway.” Relief washed over me like a wave.After a while, Ann and I stopped playing together. I discovered the neighborhood boys weren’t half bad, especially when they asked me to play so ftball. I even made girlfriends in other neighborhoods.Through the years, I have had other best friends. But I have never again begged for their company. I have come to understand that best friends are people who want to spend time with you, and they ask nothing in return.Mary Beth Olson【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
高三英语二轮复习学案-名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选：An Impromptu Dance at Dusk
高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选An Impromptu Dance at Dusk（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________【文章梗概】在某日的黄昏，儿子邀请我与他共舞。
一开始想要拒绝，但被Rosemary的诗中表达的关于人生的遗憾所影响，我答应了儿子的请求并坚持遵从他在舞蹈时所提出的要求。
同时，儿子向我表达的爱令我深受感动。
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.Charles R. SwindollEngrossed at the computer, I was typing some very impassioned poetry written by my eighty-two-year-old neighbor, Rosemary. My six-year-old son, Jake, ran up to me. “Mom, let’s do something fun together. Now! C’mon!”Deeply engrossed in the stories of Rosemary’s unfulfilled dreams and missed opportunities, I was ready to reply, “Jake, we’ll do something in a little bit. I want to work a little longer.” Instead, Rosemary’s words haunted me, carrying new meaning in my own life. I thought of her sad laments. The wisdom of her years spoke to me, and I decided the poems could wait. My son could not.“What would you like to do?” I asked, thinking of the new library books we could read together.“Let’s dance,” he replied.“Dance?” I asked.“Yes, just you and me . . . pleeeeez; I’ll be right back,” he said as he dashed out of the room. He returned a few moments later with his hair a bit wet and combed over to the side, a shy smile and his black, flowing Batman-turned-into-Prince-Jake cape over his shoulders. He pulled me off my chair and led me upstairs.The blinds were up and the descending sun was casting shadows against the picturesque night sky. Jake led me to the middle of his braided wool rug and then turned on the radio. “There Mom. I found us some rock and roll.” He took my hand, and we danced, twisted, turned and twirled. We giggled and laughed and danced some more.My side aching, I told him I needed a rest. Ever so seriously he responded, “Mom, let me put something romantic on now.” He found a beautiful slow song, bowed, and then took my hand as we began to slow dance together. His head was at my waist, but our feet kept rhythmic time.“Mom,” he said a moment later as he looked up at me, “can you get down on your knees and dance with me so we can look at each other’s face while we dance?” I almost responded with why I wouldn’t be able to comply with his ridiculous request. Instead, captured by the moment, I laughed, dropped down on my knees, and my little man led me in a dance I will always cherish.Jake looked deep into my eyes and claimed, “You’re my darling, Mom. I’ll always love you forever and ever.” I thought of the few short years I had left before an obvious list of my faults would replace Jake’s little-boy idolization. Of course, he would still love me—but his eyes would lose some of the innocence and reverence they now revealed.“Mommy,” he said. “We’ll always be together. Even when one of us dies, we’ll always be together in our hearts.”“Yes, we will, Jake. We’ll always be together no matter what,” I whispered as I wiped a silenttear.Dusk quietly settled in as this Mom and her Little Prince danced together, ever so slowly, cheek to cheek . . . and heart to heart.【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2025届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选APocketFullofQuarters
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A Pocket Full of Quarters 班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A Pocket Full of Quarters嘉奖她一枚25分的硬币。
六周的治疗结束时，她已经收获的一口袋25分的硬币。
当作者想知道她要用零钱买什么玩具时，小女孩却说她要为奶奶买样东西。
Searra, an eight-year-old brain tumor patient, was a “regular” in the Radiation Oncology Department, much like the other patients who came to the cancer center everyday for a five-or six-week period. With my office located near the main entrance, I could hear Searra, also called CC, coming from a distance.Sure enough, she popped her head in every morning around 10:00 A.M. to say “hi” or, more important, to check out the toys and coloring materials I had stashed in my office. Several steps behind, CC’s grandmother, also called Mommie, since she served as her guardian, would trail in as she tried keeping up with CC’s anxious pace.CC was not the least bit interested in hearing more about her cancer or her hair loss. When she walked into the department, it was time to socialize with the staff, who became her instant friends, and to see what kind of masterpiece she could color for Mommie before she was called back for her treatment.I was taken aback by the love CC had for Mommie. Whenever I asked her about home life, school work or how she was feeling, every response referred to her time spent with Mommie, the funny stories they shared and how much she loved her. On numerous occasions, CC made it clear that Mommie was the center of her world.When CC was first treated with radiation therapy, the therapists told her that they would give her a quarter each day if she promised to keep her head still on the treatment table. Certainly, after six weeks of therapy, she had a pocketful of quarters! So on the last day, the therapists wanted to know what big toy she was going to buy with all her change. CC replied, “Oh, I am not going to buy a toy.I am going to buy something for Mommie because of all the nice things she does for me.”CC’s sincerity, unselfishness, warmth and loyalty to Mommie taught me about what is really important in life. She constantly showed that loving others with truecommitment is the best gift you can give another—whether a family member or a friend. Certainly, CC has an excuse to complain or be angry at the world for a childhood totally different from the other children’s in her third-grade class. I have never heard her complain about her bald head, swollen face and body (as a result of the steroids), or low energy level, which keeps her from playing outside. CC continues to live her life the way she chooses, and that includes giving of herself to make the world a better place for others, especially Mommie.CC reminds me to not take those people I love for granted and to look beyond the superficiality that is often found in day-to-day living. I am reminded to be more thankful for what I have today and to not dwell on what is behind me or what lies ahead. CC, just like many other cancer patients, is a true example that we aren’t always dealt the perfect hand, so we have to make the best of what we have today.Anne C. Washburn【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2023届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选ATenthofaMile
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A Tenth of a Mile班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A Tenth of a Mile【文章梗概】因为不良的饮食习惯和生活习惯，我体重超重，但我并不想改变。
在居家颓废生活的日子里，我偶然浏览到旧时的小伙伴胖子已瘦很多。
第二天，在女友的鼓励下，我从改变饮食入手，到在小区周围散步和走路，再到定跑1/10公里的小目标。
我在放弃和坚持间抉择，一点一滴的进步着。
我终于在一周之内完成了既定目标，增强了运动的信心。
ck bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. ~J.K.RowlingAll my life, I have been overweight. Many factors have played into that simple fact. Poor eating habits and a picky appetite left me eating bulk amounts of the least nutritious foods. A larger interest in video games thansports left little desire for participating in school activities. Mostly, it was the lack of desire to better myself.Losing my job made matters worse than they ever were as a kid. With plenty of money in my bank account, I decided to coast for a while. Why not enjoy the break? Naturally, my car decided to spring an oil leak a week later. Though still operable, it was in my best interest not to drive here and there.This resulted in my already-deep depression getting even worse. I lounged around my apartment, barely moving. Having my own money meant I could have whatever I wanted for dinner. Often, I ended up ordering pizza. The calories racked up fast. Since I had no scale, I can only guess what the overall damage was.The turning point came from an odd place. One night, scrolling through Facebook, I found a picture of an old school friend. Obesity was no stranger to him back in the day. Weighing well more than me, I imagined he would never change.So imagine my surprise when I saw that he had shrunk to half the size I remembered.I started my process of bettering myself the next day. Getting groceries from the store was step one. Thanks to my girlfriend, my food palate had expanded ever so slightly. A $30 bill for somewhat healthier meals that lasted a week bested $20 deliveries every day. The next step — which I dreaded most — was exercise.I started slow. Running was not on my agenda for a while. I began with walks around the neighborhood, circling the shortest block I could find. Even that was taxing at first. Don’t get me started on the proper regimen I went through next. Push-ups, lunges and squats, oh my!My body ached, and nothing excited me more than the prospect of quitting. My girlfriend’s encouragement was my only deterrent.Then, it happened. My walks eventually expanded to several blocks’ worth. On the fifth day of my fitness binge, I stared far down the road, probably a tenth of a mile in length. That might sound short to some, but back then it might as well have been an ocean wide.“Way too far to run,” I told myself. The rare bursts beyond simple walking had lasted mere seconds. But, in the back of my mind, another voice spoke.It said, “I can do this.”My feet took off without a second thought. Right away, familiar burning pulsed through them, all the way up my legs. Passing parked cars and houses alike, a similar pain throbbed in my lungs. I was desperate for air. Silly me had forgotten my water at home. Nothing was going to help me but stopping. It would have been so simple to stop.“I can do this,” I croaked aloud, sounding like a dying man.My body disagreed. Less than halfway to the end of the street, I started wavering. Running turned to jogging, which turned to a halfhearted trot. It must have been quite a sight for the neighbors. I bet they thought the same thing I did: I should quit.“I can do this,” I said instead.Embellishment might sell this story a little sweeter, but I won’t lie. By the end, I came up a little short. Thirty feet or so divided me from my goal. I thought myself a fool. Clearly, I was never going to make it. But when I looked back, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The distance seemed farther then, after almost crossing it all. After months of doing nothing but sitting and eating, I had almost achieved my desire in less than a week.I’d call it breathtaking, but you can blame th e running on that.Ignoring the agony, I walked home and performed my workout. I must have lain down for hours after my shower. Yet, throughout it all, my smile never faded. By morning, I was ready to take on the challenge again. And, to my surprise, I surpassedit. I blazed through the stop sign and rounded the corner, not halting until I returned to my apartment.My physical and mental health improved hand-in-hand. The farther I pushed myself, the better I felt. It’s been a month now. While I haven’t comp letely escaped thoughts of giving up, they’re quieter now. Quieter than the voice that urged me forward, a voice I scarcely recognized as my own.“I can do this.”【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2025届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选Artie
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 Artie班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选Artie助听器电池的时候，才能静静跟它玩耍，所以每次我都会在药店耽搁很长的时间，这是我的隐私。
后来哥哥发觉了我的隐私，但他并没有拆穿我，每次都会让我陪土豚玩。
有一天土豚不见了，我很难受难受。
圣诞节的时候，哥哥把它当成礼物送给了我。
Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.~Marc BrownI rushed through the big glass doors of Lehman’s Pharmacy. I was thereto buy my grandmother’s hearing aid batteries while my mother waitedoutside in the car. She would notice if I took too long, but this was my chance to visit the love of my life — Artie.I rushed to his aisle, and there he was, right where I last saw him: a brown, fuzzy little guy with a large tan nose that fit perfectly over my shoulder as I squeezed him tightly. I adored that aardvark stuffed animal.But my mother noticed, saying, “You took a long time in Lehman’s —and I looked —there weren’t huge lines. Next time, your brother is going in with you.”Oh, great! My brother, Rich, was going to accompany me into the pharmacy. He would watch me like a hawk and report everything to our mother.I wasn’t going to give up seeing my precious Artie. So, as we walked into the store together, I suggested to Rich that he get the batteries, since he was older. He agreed but said I shouldn’t be going off to look at the cosmetics, as I wasn’t allowed to wear them yet.He needn’t have worried about t hat; I was already heading toward Artie. There he was, awaiting me. I grabbed him and hugged him tightly, his tan nose fitting perfectly on my shoulder. Just then, I heard him: “What in the world are you doing?”My cover was blown. “This is Artie,” I said.“His nose rests perfectly on my shoulder, and I hug him every single time I come here. Don’t tell Mom. I know we can’t afford him, and I hope he doesn’t get sold, because I just love this little guy.”The look on Rich’s face was unreadable, but I knew deep down that he wasn’t going to make fun of me. In fact, a few times when he accompanied me to the pharmacy, he said, “Go on and hug your ugly animal, if it’s still there, and I’ll get Gram’s batteries.”One day, Rich was working with Dad somewhere, so Mom took me to Lehman’s alone and said, “You get to go in by yourself, again. Just don’t take forever, okay?”I rushed into the pharmacy and went straight to Artie’s shelf.But he was gone.I searched high and low. I wanted to cry, but I kept holding out hope that Artie would be on one of the shelves that I hadn’t checked.Suddenly, a voice from the counter interrupted my search. It was Mrs. Lehman herself. “Are you looking for that stuffed animal you hug every single time you’re here?”“How did you…?”“Know? W e do have mirrors in the store, dear. See them? We can see almost everything. Honey, I’m sorry to tell you but someone came in here the other week and bought the aardvark.”I was crestfallen.“Dear, I am truly sorry. I know how much you loved him, but we c arry stuffed animals to sell —not to hug and put back on the shelf.”She was right — I knew she was right. So why did I feel so empty and upset? I weakly thanked her as I paid for Gram’s hearing aid batteries. Then I slowly walked out to my mom’s car with my head hanging low, trying to hide my tears. I prayed that Artie had found good home.A month went by, and it was Christmas Eve. We were allowed to open one present that night and save the rest for Christmas morning.Rich walked up to me and said nonchalantly, “Here, you may want to open this one, or you may not —it’s up to you.”My interest was piqued. I shook it. It was soft. But it didn’t feel like clothing. My heart was thumping as I ripped open a section of wrapping paper and revealed a tan piece of cloth — a piece that resembled an aardvark’s nose! It was Artie!I squealed with delight, my mother looked confused, and my brother smiled proudly as I hugged him. Then I hugged Artie close to me, his little tan nose resting perfectly on my shoulder.【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
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高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选Permission to Cry（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选Permission to Cry【文章梗概】一个中年单亲父亲在忙碌一天之后，一个人静静地坐在餐桌边，疲劳、孤独感向他袭来，沉重的生活压力让他情不自禁流下眼泪。
五岁的儿子贴心地安慰父亲，鼓励父亲通过哭来发泄自己的压力，在这个寂静的夜晚，父亲得到儿子的安慰，对孩子充满感激。
Alone in the wheel of light at the dining room table, surrounded by an otherwise darkened house, I sat in tears.Finally, I’d succeeded in getting both kids to bed. A relatively new single parent, I had to be both Mommy and Daddy to my two little children. I got them both washed, accompanied by shrieks of delight, crazy running around, laughing and throwing things. More or less calmed down, they lay in their beds as I gave each the prescribed five minutes of back rubs. Then I took up my guitar and began the nighttime ritual of folk songs, ending with “All the Pretty Little Horses,” both kids’ favorite. I sang it over and over, gradually reducing the tempo and the volume until they seemed fully engaged in sleep.A recently divorced man with full custody of his children, I was determined to give them as normal and stable a home life as possible. I put on a happy face for them. I kept their activities as close to how they had always been as I could. This nightly ritual was just as it had always been with the exception that their mother was now missing. There, I had done it again: another night successfully concluded.I had risen slowly, gingerly, trying to avoid making even the least sound which might start them up again, asking for more songs and more stories. I tiptoed out of their room, closed the door part way, and went downstairs.Sitting at the dining room table, I slumped in my chair, aware that this was the first time since I came home from work that I’d been able to just sit down. I had cooked and served and encouraged two little ones to eat. I had done the dishes while responding to their many requests for attention. I helped my oldest with her second grade homework and appreciated my youngest’s drawings and oohed over his elaborate construction of Lego blocks. The bath, the stories, the backrubs, the singing and now, at long last, a brief moment for myself. The silence was a relief, for the moment. Then it all crowded in on me: the fatigue, the weight of the responsibility, the worry about bills I wasn’t sure I could pay that month. The endless details of running a house. Only a short time before, I’d been married and had a partner to share these chores, these bills, these worries.And loneliness. I felt as though I were at the bottom of a great sea of loneliness. It all came together and I was at once lost, overwhelmed. Unexpected, convulsive sobs overtook me. I sat there, silently sobbing.Just then, a pair of little arms went around my middle and a little face peered up at me. I looked down into my five-year-old son’s sympathetic face.I was embarrassed to be seen crying by my son. “I’m sorry, Ethan, I didn’t know you were still awake.” I don’t know why it is, but so many people apologize when they cry and I was no exception. “I didn’t mean to cry. I’m sorry. I’m just a little sad tonight.”“It’s okay, Daddy. It’s okay to cry, you’re just a person. ”I can’t express how happy he made me, this little boy, who in the wisdom of innocence, gave me permission to cry. He seemed to be saying that I didn’t have to always be strong, that it was occasionally possible to allow myself to feel weak and let out my feelings.He crept into my lap and we hugged and talked for a while, and I took him back up to his bed and tucked him in. Somehow, it was possible for me to get to sleep that night, too. Thank you, my son.【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
1.shriek[ʃri:k]n. __________________________2.prescribed[prɪˈskraɪbd]adj. __________________________3.ritual[ˈrɪtʃuəl]n. __________________________4.tempo[ˈtempəʊ]n. __________________________5.volume[ˈvɒljuːm]n. __________________________6.custody[ˈkʌstədɪ]n. __________________________7.conclude[kənˈkluːd]v. __________________________8.gingerly[ˈdʒɪndʒəlɪ]adv. __________________________9.tiptoe[ˈtɪptəʊ]vi. __________________________10.slump[slʌmp]vi. __________________________11.elaborate[ɪˈlæbəˌrɪt]adj. __________________________12.fatigue[fəˈtiːɡ]n.疲__________________________13.overwhelm[ˌəʊvəˈwelm]vt. __________________________14.convulsive[kənˈvʌlsɪv]adj. __________________________15.peer[pɪə]vi.仔__________________________16.sympathetic[ˌsɪmpəˈθetɪk]a dj. __________________________17.innocence[ˈɪnəsəns]n. __________________________18.creep[kriːp]vi. __________________________19.tuck[tʌk]V. __________________________【句子学习】请根据中文句子填空。