BNDS国际部2024届国际部高一优秀英文作业线上展

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任务介绍

在上学期英语课的Life Story单元中，同学们小试牛刀，通过个人故事写作，表达了自己对成长的感悟。

【Writing Task】

Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others.

让我们一起看看同学们精彩的呈现吧！

第一篇

写作背景：

从小学起，我就开始对摄影这项艺术产生了浓厚的兴趣。经过了多年的学习后，我逐渐领悟到，原来摄影看重的不仅仅是专业的技巧和拍摄的角度，而是一种内心与时间万物的协调……

作者：AP 李明翰 Andy

正文：

MOONLIT NIGHT

It was a moonlit night

Manual focus, aperture 7.0, IOS150, click! A bright moon hanging high in the dim blue sky was printed out from my camera. When it came to the professionalism of photography and the technical quality of the photos, undoubtfully, my shots were impeccable. However, when my photography teacher glanced at the photo, there was still an expression of indifference on his face: "Retake!" I totally couldn’t understand what was wrong with my work.

On another moonlit night.

"The clouds are too thick for the moon tonight. Here, look at this album!" My teacher handed me a yellowed album of photographs by Ansel Adams. Taking over the album, I was suddenly shocked by a picture in front of me. It was a work named Moonrise: the bright full moon was rising before the last rays of the sun were gone. Clouds and mists floated over the peak of the mountain. At the foot of the hill, beside the silent village, was a peaceful graveyard with crosses glowing white. Heaven and earth, as if echoing a deep symphony of life and death. This is a black and white photograph taken more than 70 years ago when photographic equipment was nothing like it is today, but why is it so perfect? Is my understanding of photography wrong? I seemed to realize my teacher's intention a good photo needs the soul of beauty.

After countless moonlit nights.

Even if the moon was extremely lofty, I had no mood in taking pictures. Since I deeply understood that what I should do is to discover and unearth the moon hiding in my inner heart. That moon, perhaps, was not just in the sky, but in more works of art. "May the moonlight flow according to you", in classical poetry I tasted the warmth behind the moonlight; "It decorates your window, as you are painting others’ dreams." During the modern arts, I carefully considered the philosophical implications. Sometimes, I would repeatedly study Monet's works, and detected the impressionist aesthetic; sometimes, I as well listened to Tchaikovsky, aiming to perceive the harmony of the concerto... It turns out that photography is a comprehensive art, not just a technology. In this seemingly useless study, I started to understand more and more and gradually brought to light what was the soul of a photograph.

Eventually, I welcomed an exceedingly surprising night that only belonged to me.

Familiar focusing action, familiar shutter light sound, familiar moonlight but along with my disparate mentality. "Snap!” I twitched my nose slightly, a little nervous, and then the corners of my mouth went up. I found that moon!

第二篇

写作背景：

5岁开始加入合唱团，这个兴趣一直在无形之中影响我。不停地训练、筛选和展演在把音乐刻进生活的同时还改变了我对自己的认知，带来了意想不到的友谊，以及极为宝贵的自信和领导力。

作者：AP 杜晨牧 Audrey

正文：

I had a dream, a very banal but extremely frightening dream, in which I was a mediocre child with no talent whatsoever, trying desperately hard to sing high notes but producing a hoarse, low voice that was denied by all my classmates and teachers.

"Your flowery soprano voice is amazing", the teacher complimented. Of course, it wasn't me she was complimenting; I was standing in the far corner of the first row at the moment, watching without saying a word, my heart seemingly disintegrating and the pain irritating me so much I could barely contain my tears. The child whom the teacher praised was so gifted, like a star in the universe that could be easily spotted without looking hard, so bright and shining like no one else. I wanted to be that star too, even if it wasn't as bright as his, but to be seen by people.

This summer training program, as it was called, had been going on for four or five years, and ever since I entered the big house I had a dream that I would be the 'golden nightingale' of the graduating group - the kid who was the soprano leader in the final competition. But I slowly realized that there were a lot of kids who were better than me, who sang more loudly, more steadily, and more confidently than I did. My initial determination kept wearing off and I couldn't face talking to my friends about my initial aspirations because I knew it wouldn't happen.

It was a training day as usual, and when the teacher called me into her office after practice, she asked me with a very serious look on her face, "Do you want to be a lead singer?" I was surprised when I acquiesced by not saying a word and she immediately burst into laughter. She said, "Why do you insist on being a florid soprano lead singer? Your bass voice is the way to go, you don't have to make it difficult for yourself." I tried to explain to her how hard I'd been practicing and that my tone wasn't bad, and I thought it was a good chance for me to prove myself, but then she played me a recording of what my fellow students in the lower register had said. I thought it would be a video of everyone denying that I was singing high notes. My eyes were glued to the floor, my nails were tense and embedded in my flesh, and I felt powerless and desperate, but to my surprise, the recording was full of praise from the lower voices, and one of the girls even said I was a role model for her in learning to sing well in the lower voices. I was suddenly reminded of those training days when I led the group in singing some of the basses that spanned a wide range and had complex melodies. Everyone was having so much fun practicing and learning so much, yet I was still feeling bad about can’t get the soprano lead, and even neglecting these happy times of leading the group in learning together.

After that recording the teacher was called away in a hurry, leaving me standing alone, staring at the polished glass window. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the golden light spilling into the room gave me a warm embrace. At that moment I didn't seem to want to be a twinkling star in the night so much as I wanted to be a ray of sunlight, a clear, warm ray of light that radiated a unique light and could turn the dust in the air into golden diamonds. The heat I could radiate was greater and warmer than I could have imagined, and I stole the sun's score and sang it every day with my lower voice partners with an orange-red warmth and love that was a joy and confidence that came from my soul.

Then the dream woke up and I was still the same plaintive kid who couldn't sing high notes, but I wasn't sad at all anymore, I became the leader of the lower voices, I had the talent to sing low notes and the burden of leading others to work together, singing with my friends in a low and thick voice as strong as the blazing sun. I would proudly tell my friends that I was unique too and that I had achieved my dream.

第三篇

写作背景：

12岁那年，我尝试着登上非洲第一高峰乞力马扎罗山。经过了三天的攀爬，目睹完非洲美景之后，真正的攀登挑战即将来临……

作者：AP 李晨华 Leo

正文：

In a once a while, I climbed hard enough until the light broke through the clouds. So the world beyond the mountain, the whole world I can see on the top of the Kilimanjaro glimmers, just out of reach. With the sun rising, I finally reached the top of the mountain successfully, watching the sea of clouds under my foot.

Back 36 hours ago, the time I reached camp at the altitude of 3,700 meters, I finally saw Kilimanjaro in its full glory. It just looked like what Hemingway described in his novel “Compie turned his head and grinned and pointed and there, ahead, all he could see, as wide as all the world, great, high, and unbelievably white in the sun, was the square top of Kilimanjaro.” And that time, I knew that there was where I was going.

The guide said that the last 2 days are the most suffered time. We need to spend 9 hours to reach the camp at the altitude of 4700 meters first before and sleep until 11 p.m., then we will start our journey to the mountain top— the altitude of 5895 meters. We will reach the top at about 8 a.m. on the second day and back to the camp at 3700m. The journey, about 32 kilometers long, will be tiring and cold. However, this is the easiest way to see the top of the mountain and it’s the reason I am here.

I started the journey to the peak full of excitement. Conditions were good until noon, I experienced muscle glycogen depletion for the first time. I just felt hard to breathe, the limbs looked like they'd been strained. I gasped with every step, it was almost a crawl to the 4700m camp. After drinking a cup of hot cocoa, I started to think, Why I’m here to suffer? Why would I pay to suffer it? Just for the experience or just to see the view of the high altitude? And the most important, why nobody was helping me walk but just telling me to walk and leaving me alone? With these questions, I took a short break of 4 hours and set out on my way to the top.

The way to the peak was more suffered. The strong wind sharpened as the knife was cutting my body with cold, cold goes to the bone. My teeth were chattering, my hands had lost all feeling, and my limbs were swinging mechanically. All I had with me was a local guide who told me to follow the man ahead in a zigzagging upward. My eyes were so blinded by the wind that I could just make out a few distant points of light -- the headlights of our large army. There was no energy for me to stop viewing the sights beside me, of courses I can’t see anything in the dark.

My mind brought me back to the first 2days of climbing when I’m traveling from an altitude of 1700m to 3700m. At first, those trees were tall with lush leaves, lush enough to cover the strong sunlight letting me feel more comfortable when climbing. However, with the increasing of the altitude, those trees became shorter and shorter. They changed from trees to shrubs, and finally became just nothing left when the altitude is higher than 4000 meters. As trees became shorter, I needed to cover my skin with my own equipment and wear sunglasses. We’re those trees becoming shorter just because they don’t want to protect me? No! It's just because trees are unable to grow that high at that altitude. At last, I had to do all the sun protection myself. Back to now, those people don’t help me isn’t because they don’t want to help me, it’s because they can’t. As the altitude increases, the people who can help you achieve success will be fewer and fewer. Because they have their own difficulties, and they have their own goals. At last, all the things and person that I can depend on is just myself. Furthermore, why I was here to suffer? To climb this mountain? The answers may have been answered, just like the mountaineers George Mallory who challenged Mount Everest 100 years ago said— “Because it’s there.” Because the mountain is there, the goal is there. Although it’s challenging, although he died on Everest, the view of the top will be much different, much wider and we should go for challenging it, whatever it takes. With this thought, I continued climbing. Even if the cold and fatigue did not abate.

With the sun rising, I finally saw the glacier, shining in the sunlight. With the sun rising, my body came back to life and grew warm, life just came back to my body. With the sun rising, the sea of clouds billowed under my feet, and I was in the sky. Yes, I’m on the top of the mountain. 5895meters, I’m standing on the top of the hole Africa, the original of the human.

第四篇

写作背景：

初三时的我太过在意于成绩，每天都生活在考试的紧迫节奏当中。一次随机的读书放松的机会让我再次认识到生活本不该只有考试和成绩。

作者：AP 张彭溪 Cici

正文：

Only 15 minutes left, I still cannot figure out the answer to a geometric question on a math test. Someone probably opened a prom in my body, which made my heart dance wildly, all the surrounding organs are being pulled around by the stomach, and my hand shook without control.

I took a deep breath to try to calm them down, but obviously, I failed.

Bell rang, and people at prom wisely packed up their things and left.

No miracle happened in the last 15 minutes, as in my failed life, I thought depressingly. My brain forced me to think about the test and my life. Probably let my eyes go through that person cannot solve that geometric question, I can see an old woman sitting with the same posture as a vagrant on a poor street.

I decided to relax by doing something meaningless and had the thought of giving up myself. I asked my tutor for leave, and I decided to buy a book. On the way to the bookstore, I cannot stop myself from thinking. My brain automatically opened countless dialog boxes, and messages were spilling over me. Sentences were evaluating me now. They were so noisy and annoyed me. I thought my soul was locked in an obligation to study.

I randomly picked a book, named The Moon and Six Pence. Fortunately, I calmed down while admiring the whole life Crabbe experienced. In this book, Crabbe gave up everything he had accumulated over the years, including a successful family, social fame, and prosperous life. But his young and free heart kept beating, guiding him to follow the moon and complete his childhood dream from zero. His paintings did not have the talent to be appreciated during his lifetime, but after his death, his free and romantic ideas were finally explored by others in his paintings. In the first half part of his life, no one recognized his value and blamed him throughout his life. But people’s value appears in a variety of ways, and life is what can only be controlled by themselves.

This book unwound the knot in my heart. My mind was pulled away from the exam. Looking back at this semester, every exam made me uneasy, and I was pushed to study by exams every time. I was like Crabbe, at the beginning, my head down desperately, put my eyes on the boundless grass to find hidden sixpence. In this tedious process, not only did I feel bad every time, but I also did not feel the beauty of the moon. Does sixpence really matter? Should I also do what Crabbe did? I knew that my value cannot be reflected only in the limited examination. I should follow my heart and move forward to the moon in my heart as Crabbe did, so I need to change my mind and put my heart more on the process of study instead of exams.

From then on, I started to exert my own efforts on a variety of things that interested me. I volunteered to help children learn basic subjects, I feel I was alive when they understand what I taught. I enjoy trying new things and learning new knowledge, so I studied with my friends. I developed knowledge in a specific field that interested me most deeply. I also used my imagination that could not be released in class to create a new world in the novel. Before that, my free soul was always locked in the limited examination. Now, my soul breaks free from a locked cage and becomes alive.

Again, with 15 minutes left, I still cannot figure out the geometric question. But I took my time and went over all the rest.

There will be no dance this time, and forever.

教师点评：

在批阅同学们的文章时，惊喜的从文章中捕捉到同学们细腻柔软的侧面：光影中的顿悟，独自登顶的勇气，全然享受合唱的过程，或是学习中饱有韧性，灵活调整。

同学们用细腻笔触，严谨讲究的遣词造句，记录生活的美好，顿悟的瞬间，令读者在阅读时津津有味，读后回味无穷。

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