Writing 1 Bob was a short child who preferred indoor to outdoor activities. He was mild-mannered and mostly kept to himself. Sitting in the corner of the class, he was very much a loner. At the beginning of the semester, Bob had a new classmate, Alex, who had just returned to England. Alex was assigned a seat next to Bob. To his surprise, within weeks, he became good friends with Alex even though they were poles apart in personality. Alex was popular, outspoken and artistic. "Alex is all that I want to be," Bob thought to himself. He began listening to the music Alex listened to and having a similar haircut. He even quit his drama club and started playing the online games that Alex played. He seemed to have been out of his loneliness. It was not long before Bob was introduced to Alex's "cool" friends. He told himself that he would try all means to be part of the group. He would follow them to the football games and join the art club after school so he could spend more time hanging out with them. Bob followed them around laughing when they told jokes, agreeing when they had opinions—most enthusiastically with the ones he disagreed with. He did not dare to differ in opinions as he would not want them to think badly of him. This continued for several months. At last, Bob felt relieved that he had finally fitted in. One day, Bob overheard Alex and his cool friends talking. "Bob is such a loser," one boy commented in a playful tone. "He just follows you around trying to be you. He copies you; he does not have a personality of his own!" another boy exclaimed. Alex laughed. To make matters worse, he added, "That fellow wears me out. I wish he would leave me alone. He thinks we are best friends. A thorough fool!" 注意:1.续写词数应为150左右; 2.请按如下格式作答。 Bob stood still on the ground and could not believe his ears. Bob decided to change himself after hearing his mother's words. Writing 2 When I was little, I used to walk with my grandmother on a quiet and small road that crossed the street on which she and my grandfather lived. My grandfather rarely joined us. He was a seemingly strict man, an ex-soldier who usually guarded his emotions, especially his affection. He wasn't a man who hugged me often when I was a child, but I had never doubted his love for me. Grandma and I would walk, hand in hand, moving at an equal pace. The sun would be shining; the birds would be singing. We would chat about this and that, or just walk in silence, enjoying the outdoors and each other's company. Yet, for me, these times were not just a chance to get some exercise and be with my grandmother, though both were important. These walks were treasure hunts. More often than not, at the road's edge, there would be money. Not lots of it—1 cent here, 5 cents there. Sometimes, on really lucky days, I'd find 10 cents or even 25. I'd pick up these circles, proudly show Grandma and joyfully put them into my pockets. Some days, I wouldn't find anything. "Maybe nex ... ...
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