1.2009 四川 B
题材：文化 体裁：记叙文 难度：三级
July 21st, 2007 was a typical English summer's day — it rained for 24 hours! As usual, I rushed home from work at midday to check on the house. Nothing was amiss. By the time I left work at 5 pm, however, the road into our village was flooded. Our house had never been flooded but, as I opened the front door, a wave of water greeted me. Thank God the kids weren't with me, because the house was 5 feet deep in water. We lost everything downstairs. And the plaster had to be torn off the walls, ceilings pulled down.
At first we tried to push on through. We didn't want to move the children out of home, so we camped upstairs. We put a sheet of plastic across the floor to protect us from the damp. But after three months, we felt very sick, so we moved to a wooden house in a park. The house was small, but at first we were all just delighted to be in a new place. Unfortunately, things took longer than expected and we were there for 10 months. The life there was inconvenient. What surprised me most was how much I missed being part of a community (社区). We had lived in a friendly village with good neighbours, and I'd never thought how much I'd miss that.
Although our situation was very bad, it's difficult to feel too sorry for yourself when you look at what's happening elsewhere. I watched a news report about floods in Northern India and thought, "We didn't have a straw hut (茅草房) that was swept away, and our house is still standing. We're lucky."
We moved back home in August. With December coming, there's still reconstruction work to be done, so it's difficult to prepare for Christmas. But I can't wait — I'm going to throw a party for our friends in the village to say thanks for their support. This year, I won't need any gifts — living away from home for months has made me realize how little we actually need or miss all our possessions. Although we are replacing things, there's really no rush — we have our home back, and that's the main thing.

2. A
题材：社会生活 体裁：记叙文 难度：三级
It was the first snow of winter — an exciting day for every child but not for most teachers. Up until now, I had been old enough to dress myself, but today I would need some help. Miss Finlayson, my kindergarten teacher, had been through first snow days many times, but I think she may still remember this one.
I managed to get into my wool snow trousers. But I struggled with my jacket because it didn't fit well. It was a hand-me-down from my brother, and it made me wonder why I had to wear his ugly clothes. At least my hat and scarf were mine, and they were quite pretty. Finally it was time to have Miss Finlayson help me with my boots (靴子).
In her calm, motherly voice she said, "By the end of winter, you will all be able to put on your own boots." I didn't realize at the time that this was more a statement of hope than of confidence (信心).
I handed her my boots and stuck out my foot. Like most children, I expected grown-ups to do all the work. After much pushing, she managed to get the first one into place and then, with a sigh, worked the second one on too.
I announced, "They're on the wrong feet."
She struggled to get the boots off and went through the joyless task of putting them on again.
"They're my brother's boots, you know," I said. "I hate them!"
Somehow, from long years of practice, she managed to act as though I wasn't an annoying (烦人的) little girl. She pushed and pushed, less gently this time. With a greater sigh, seeing the end of her struggle with me, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens (连指手套)?"
I looked into her eyes and said, "I didn't want to lose them, so I hid them in the toes of my boots."