2024年高考英語試題新課標(biāo)I卷的學(xué)生評價和寫作參考以及讀后續(xù)寫總體評價（來自學(xué)生）：

總體難度中上，比去年高考真題難。主要是：

1.聽力難，特別是最后一段，然后第一題，語速快，聲音低沉，聽不大清晰，不同于平時清晰度非常好。

2.閱讀理解生詞比較多（我估計是派生詞，高考不可能有超出標(biāo)準(zhǔn)的超綱生詞）。不過總體上，學(xué)生說閱讀題難度不高于平時，適中。（學(xué)生說適中，那就是中等偏下一點）3.完形中等偏上一點（具體沒有問）4.語法填空超難，看不懂一樣，尤其是詞性變化平時沒怎么見過。

5.寫作題，沒有評價。

新課標(biāo)I卷：假定你是李華，你們班上周五在公園上了一節(jié)美術(shù)課，請給英國好友Chris寫一封郵件分享你的經(jīng)歷，內(nèi)容包括：

1.你的作品內(nèi)容；

2.你的感想。注意：1.寫作詞數(shù)應(yīng)為80左右；2.請按如下格式在答題卡的相應(yīng)位置作答?；贑hatgpt4的修改：DearChris,I'mwritingtoshareanextraordinaryexperiencefromlastFridaywhenourclasshadanartlessoninthepark.Youcannotimaginehowmeaningfulandinterestingitwas!Weweretaskedtodraworpaintsomethingthatimpressedusmost.Inspiredbythefantasticscenery,Idecidedtocreateawatercolorpaintingofthesmallbridgeoverthepark'spond,surroundedbybloomingflowers.

Theentireexperiencewasincrediblyrefreshing.Beingsurroundedbynaturenotonlysparkedmycreativitybutalsoofferedamuch-neededbreakfromtheusualhustleandbustleofschoollife.IfeltadeepsenseofpeaceasIpainted.

Inaword,Itwasnotjustanartclass;itwasamomentofconnectionwithnaturethatItrulycherished.Howhaveyourclassesbeenlately?Iwouldlovetohearaboutthem.Takecareandwritebacksoon!Bestregards,LiHua標(biāo)題：HOWIMETGUNTER,THEBESTTAXIDRIVERINVIENNA&AUSTRIA出處：BUDGETTRAVELLER01—閱讀部分That’sapictureofmeandGunteratViennaairport.WhoisGunter?Idon’tknowhissurnameorwhathisfavouritecolourisbutIcantellyouthismuch:heisthenicest,thebesttaxidriveryouwillfindinViennaandmaybeAustria.ImetGunteronacold,wetandunforgettableeveninginSeptember.IhadbeenflyingtoViennafromMaltaenroutetoPrague.TheflighthadbeendelayedthankstoahurricaneinMalta.‘ItneverrainsinGozoorMalta.Itisalwayssunnyandbright!’IwasreliablyinformedbymyanonGozitantaxidriveraswelefttheapartmentforMaltaLuqaairport.Iwassadtoleave.WespokeallthingsGozitantillboardingthecruiseferrytoMalta.Wemarvelledabouteverything:fromtheirdelicioussoftgoatscheesetothedreamybeautyoftheiridyllicmediterraneancoastine.30minuteslater,asthecarrolledoutofthebellyoftheferryheretractedhisearlierstatementandreleasedamodifiedversion.‘WehaveonebigstormeveryyearinMalta.Otherwise,itisalwayssunnyandbright’

hetriedtoreassureme,asourcabventuredforth,intoagapingholeofinfinitedarkness.Justminutesbefore,thesunwasblazing.Piercing,blueskieswithnotaspeckofacloudinsight.Inamatterofminutes,theskyturnedfromcobaltbluetoslategreytocharcoalblack.Thestormpickedupquickly.Spinninglongyarnsofdustandrustyautumnleaves,alustywindsnarled,swirledominouslyaroundourcar.Thencameafewrip-roaringburstsoflighteningfollowedbyadelugeofwater.Rain,rainlikeIhaveneverseenrainbefore.Weslipped,slidedthroughverticalcolumnsofwaterforafewnervousminutes.Almostzerovisibility.Thenlikeasaintlyapparition,MaltaLuqaairportcameintoview.Iwishedmyanonymoustaxidriverthebestofluckandgavehimageneroustip.Isilentlymutteredaprayerinhisanonymousnameashisneoncabsignfadedintothemistydistance.Iconsenttoreceivingemailsandpersonalizedads.TheAirMaltaladiesatthecheck-indeskweresmilinghappilyasIarrivedbedraggled,waterdrippingfrommyforehead.Ifmemoryservesmeright,onmiserabledreichdayslikethisinScotland,grownwomenweepandrage.‘Itmakesussohappywhentherainscome.Wenevergetrainyousee!’myhappy,smileycheck-ingirlexplainedtome,asIaskedherwhatwasthesecretbehindhersmile.Thenshehastilyadded,‘Oh.Btw.Yourflighthasbeendelayedbyanhour.’

andthenhandedovermyboardingpasswhichInervouslyaccepted.Ihadlefta2hourbufferbetweenmyflightlandinginViennaandmyStudentAgencyBusdeparturetoPrague.Iwaitedattheannouncedgateofdeparture.Raisedmyheadevery2minutesforthenexthourlookingatthemonitor.Inbetween,Ipushedmyfaceagainsttheperspiringwindows,peeringthroughtheincessantbandsofrain,wonderingwhenmyAirMaltaflighttoarrive.Eventuallymyflightdidarrive.Hourand45minuteslate,AirMaltaflight514leftforVienna.Flightwasnottoobumpy.ItoucheddowninViennajust15minutesbeforemybusdeparture.Inervouslywaitedattheluggagecarousel,hopingmyluggagewouldarriveontime.Foronce,IpraytotheeLordofluggageandconveyorbelts,pleasedelivermyrucksackbeforeeveryone’sluggage.Buthellno.Itarrivedpromptlyat7pmintheoversizedluggagecarousel.It’stimetostartusingasuitcaselikenormalpeople.ItwasthelastbustoPrague.Thesensiblethingtodoatthispointwouldhavebeentotakeiteasy.FindacheapbedforthenightandtakethefirstbustomorrowtoVienna.Butguesswhat.ThisKash,BudgetTravellerdudeisanobstinate,stubbornmule.Hehasmissedtwoflightsthisyearandisinnomoodtomissanotherconnection.Momenthegotthebackpack,heranlikenutstothebusterminal.Picturethis.AnAsian(almostskinhead)guywithbeardandablackbackpackrunningthroughacrowdedairterminal.Youcanimaginehowmanypeoplewerestaringatmewithaveryconcernedlook.Thebushadleftamatterof8minutesagobuttherewasmassoftaxisswellingtherank.SuddenlyIhadthismadcapideaofhoppingonacabandcatchingtheStudentAgencyBusatthebusstationinPraguewhereinroughly25minutesitwouldbepickingupafewmorepassengers.Ihoppedinwithnosecondthoughtintothefirstcabontherank.That’swhen,ImetGunter.AfterexchangingbriefpleasantriesItriedtoexplaintohimwhereIwasgoing.‘CityCentre.Schoncool.Thatwillbe€30’hegruntedtohiminthestrongestAustrianaccentyoucanimagine.Yikes.MybustickettoPraguecostedme€25.Hehadn’theardofthebusstation(Florenc)fromwheretheStudentAgencyBusleftfrom.Imentionedittohimafewtimes.Maybeitwasmypronunciation?Hekeptonshakinghishead.ItriedmybestAustrianaccent.WhichisprobablyaGermanaccent.WhichisprobablynotaGermanaccent.YouknowHerrFlickfromAlloAllo?Somethinglikehisaccent.Whichconfusedhimfurther.Lookingathisperplexedlook,anauseatingfeelingsweepsoverme.Thatfeelinginlifewhencircumstancesmacksyouintheface.Yetstill,youfeelnumb,thatslightlysurrealoutofbodysensationthatyoucan’tbelievethat

THISSOMETIMESAMAZING,SOMETIMESCRAZYTHINGCALLEDLIFE

ishappeningtoyou.Again.Misadventurewasmybestfriend.Phoneafriend?Gunterputsonhisreadingglassesandmanagestofishouthisdinkylittlephone.Afterananimateddiscussionthatlasted5minutesbutfeelslikeaneternity,Gunterputshisphonedownandnodshisheadreassuringly.‘Iknowwherezeebassstationiznow.’Asonewaveofpanicsubsided,anothernaggingissuereareditshead.Ihadzerocashinmywallet.IwasdoubtfulthathiscardmachinewouldacceptmyPortuguesebankcard.Thetensionlevelsrising,werolledintothedarkwetemptystreetsofthecity.Viennawaslikethisabandonedghosttownfromazombiemovie.Alllitupandpretty,butnotasoulinsight.GunterwasproddingawayathisGPS,utteringnumerousprofanitiesatit,tryingtofigureoutthebestroutetothebusstation.Thetrafficlightswereconspiringagainstme,turningredateverystreetweturnedinto.Finally,withjust2minutestosparewerolledintothebusstationtoseethefamiliarbrightyellowoutershelloftheStudentAgencyBus.Thankfully,therewasahugequeuestillwaitingtoboardthebus.Gunterparksthecarbehindthecoachandthenlooksatmewithabigsmileonhisface.‘Wemadeit.’IhaveacrocodilesmileasIfishoutmybankcard.Suddenly,Gunter’ssmilecreasesintoagrimace.‘Izoonotthinkmymachinewillacceptzeescard.’Hetriesitthricebutsomehowthemachinewilljustnotplayalong.Ifeelafewmoreknotsinmychestnow,mybreathheavyasIseeinfrontofmethebusqueuethinningout.Gunterthenwaveshishandatsomeofthepeoplewaitinginthecrowdandhollerstothem,askingthemiftheyknewwherethenearestcashmachinewas.Oneofthemyankstheirheadtowardsthewaitinghallofthebusstationwhichisabout500yardsaway.Thenwithoutmuchexplaining,bothmeandGunterleapoutofthecarandmakeamaddashtofindthiscashmachine.AfterafewwrongturnswefinallyfindthemachineandIgleefullypopmycardin,onlytoreadthemessageattheATM‘Outoforder.Sorry.’Blooddrainsfrommyface.Gunter,pantingforbreath,shakeshishead.Gameover.Fateseemedtobeconspiringagainstmetoday.Inthedistance,Icantheluggagedoorofthebusclosing.Thelastremainingpassengersareabouttoboardthebus.IlooktowardsGunter.02—第一段續(xù)寫部分Ican’tremembertheexactwordsofwhatIsaidtohimthen.It’sabitofablur.Itgoessomethinglikethis‘IknowGunterwe’vejustmet.ButIreallyneedtogetonthisbus.OtherwiseIhavetospendthenightherewhichwillbebloodyexpensive.Ihavetobuyanewbustickettomorrowmorning.Iknowwe’vejustmetbutIamgoingtobebackinViennain4daystime.Ifit’sokwithyouIcanpayyouthemoneythen.I’lladdanextra10eurosforyourhassle.’ThenanuncomfortablepauseasIanalyseGunter’sfaceforhisreaction.Thentheimpossiblehappened.Henoddedhisheadsimply.‘It’scool.Iacceptthissolutionandtrustyou.Givemezeenameofyourhotelandwecanmeetthere.’Ilookathim.Biggestsmileyoucanimagine.Igivehimthenameofmyhotelandweexchangephonenumbers.Iboardthebusandgivehimabighugewavetomynewestfriendonplanetearth.03—第二段續(xù)寫部分4dayslater….IambackinViennatoattendtheWienerWiesnFestival.Aspromised,IcallGunter.He’shappytohearfromme.Wemeetattheairportwhereheworksfrom.Weembracelikelonglostfriends.Guntertellsmethathewasn’tsureifIwasgoingtoshowupbutwashappytohearmyvoicewhenIcalledhim.IgaveGuntertheextra€10tipIhadpromisedwhichhewouldnotaccept.Hetoldmetocallhim,thenexttimeIwasinViennaandbuyhimabeer.WhichIhappilyagreedto.Ifmyfaithinhumanitywaswavering,Gunterrestoredit.Thingshavechangedsincewewerekids.Theytellmethatfairytalesexistnomore.Well.Theyarewrong.FairytalesDOexist.Thankstotheinvisibleknightsinshiningarmour.Callthemangelsorkindredspirits.Theyexistinthisworld.Wejustdon’tseethem.Liketheanonymoustaxidriverwhoyoumeetattheairportsofthisworld.LikemyanonGozitantaxidriverorindeedGunter.Definitely,thenicest,thebesttaxidriveryouwillmeetinViennaandmaybeAustria.原作品信息標(biāo)題：HOWIMETGUNTER,THEBESTTAXIDRIVERINVIENNA&AUSTRIA出處：BUDGETTRAVELLER01—閱讀部分That’sapictureofmeandGunteratViennaairport.WhoisGunter?Idon’tknowhissurnameorwhathisfavouritecolourisbutIcantellyouthismuch:heisthenicest,thebesttaxidriveryouwillfindinViennaandmaybeAustria.ImetGunteronacold,wetandunforgettableeveninginSeptember.IhadbeenflyingtoViennafromMaltaenroutetoPrague.TheflighthadbeendelayedthankstoahurricaneinMalta.‘ItneverrainsinGozoorMalta.Itisalwayssunnyandbright!’IwasreliablyinformedbymyanonGozitantaxidriveraswelefttheapartmentforMaltaLuqaairport.Iwassadtoleave.WespokeallthingsGozitantillboardingthecruiseferrytoMalta.Wemarvelledabouteverything:fromtheirdelicioussoftgoatscheesetothedreamybeautyoftheiridyllicmediterraneancoastine.30minuteslater,asthecarrolledoutofthebellyoftheferryheretractedhisearlierstatementandreleasedamodifiedversion.‘WehaveonebigstormeveryyearinMalta.Otherwise,itisalwayssunnyandbright’

hetriedtoreassureme,asourcabventuredforth,intoagapingholeofinfinitedarkness.Justminutesbefore,thesunwasblazing.Piercing,blueskieswithnotaspeckofacloudinsight.Inamatterofminutes,theskyturnedfromcobaltbluetoslategreytocharcoalblack.Thestormpickedupquickly.Spinninglongyarnsofdustandrustyautumnleaves,alustywindsnarled,swirledominouslyaroundourcar.Thencameafewrip-roaringburstsoflighteningfollowedbyadelugeofwater.Rain,rainlikeIhaveneverseenrainbefore.Weslipped,slidedthroughverticalcolumnsofwaterforafewnervousminutes.Almostzerovisibility.Thenlikeasaintlyapparition,MaltaLuqaairportcameintoview.Iwishedmyanonymoustaxidriverthebestofluckandgavehimageneroustip.Isilentlymutteredaprayerinhisanonymousnameashisneoncabsignfadedintothemistydistance.Iconsenttoreceivingemailsandpersonalizedads.TheAirMaltaladiesatthecheck-indeskweresmilinghappilyasIarrivedbedraggled,waterdrippingfrommyforehead.Ifmemoryservesmeright,onmiserabledreichdayslikethisinScotland,grownwomenweepandrage.‘Itmakesussohappywhentherainscome.Wenevergetrainyousee!’myhappy,smileycheck-ingirlexplainedtome,asIaskedherwhatwasthesecretbehindhersmile.Thenshehastilyadded,‘Oh.Btw.Yourflighthasbeendelayedbyanhour.’

andthenhandedovermyboardingpasswhichInervouslyaccepted.Ihadlefta2hourbufferbetweenmyflightlandinginViennaandmyStudentAgencyBusdeparturetoPrague.Iwaitedattheannouncedgateofdeparture.Raisedmyheadevery2minutesforthenexthourlookingatthemonitor.Inbetween,Ipushedmyfaceagainsttheperspiringwindows,peeringthroughtheincessantbandsofrain,wonderingwhenmyAirMaltaflighttoarrive.Eventuallymyflightdidarrive.Hourand45minuteslate,AirMaltaflight514leftforVienna.Flightwasnottoobumpy.ItoucheddowninViennajust15minutesbeforemybusdeparture.Inervouslywaitedattheluggagecarousel,hopingmyluggagewouldarriveontime.Foronce,IpraytotheeLordofluggageandconveyorbelts,pleasedelivermyrucksackbeforeeveryone’sluggage.Buthellno.Itarrivedpromptlyat7pmintheoversizedluggagecarousel.It’stimetostartusingasuitcaselikenormalpeople.ItwasthelastbustoPrague.Thesensiblethingtodoatthispointwouldhavebeentotakeiteasy.FindacheapbedforthenightandtakethefirstbustomorrowtoVienna.Butguesswhat.ThisKash,BudgetTravellerdudeisanobstinate,stubbornmule.Hehasmissedtwoflightsthisyearandisinnomoodtomissanotherconnection.Momenthegotthebackpack,heranlikenutstothebusterminal.Picturethis.AnAsian(almostskinhead)guywithbeardandablackbackpackrunningthroughacrowdedairterminal.Youcanimaginehowmanypeoplewerestaringatmewithaveryconcernedlook.Thebushadleftamatterof8minutesagobuttherewasmassoftaxisswellingtherank.SuddenlyIhadthismadcapideaofhoppingonacabandcatchingtheStudentAgencyBusatthebusstationinPraguewhereinroughly25minutesitwouldbepickingupafewmorepassengers.Ihoppedinwithnosecondthoughtintothefirstcabontherank.That’swhen,ImetGunter.AfterexchangingbriefpleasantriesItriedtoexplaintohimwhereIwasgoing.‘CityCentre.Schoncool.Thatwillbe€30’hegruntedtohiminthestrongestAustrianaccentyoucanimagine.Yikes.MybustickettoPraguecostedme€25.Hehadn’theardofthebusstation(Florenc)fromwheretheStudentAgencyBusleftfrom.Imentionedittohimafewtimes.Maybeitwasmypronunciation?Hekeptonshakinghishead.ItriedmybestAustrianaccent.WhichisprobablyaGermanaccent.WhichisprobablynotaGermanaccent.YouknowHerrFlickfromAlloAllo?Somethinglikehisaccent.Whichconfusedhimfurther.Lookingathisperplexedlook,anauseatingfeelingsweepsoverme.Thatfeelinginlifewhencircumstancesmacksyouintheface.Yetstill,youfeelnumb,thatslightlysurrealoutofbodysensationthatyoucan’tbelievethat

THISSOMETIMESAMAZING,SOMETIMESCRAZYTHINGCALLEDLIFE

ishappeningtoyou.Again.Misadventurewasmybestfriend.Phoneafriend?Gunterputsonhisreadingglassesandmanagestofishouthisdinkylittlephone.Afterananimateddiscussionthatlasted5minutesbutfeelslikeaneternity,Gunterputshisphonedownandnodshisheadreassuringly.‘Iknowwherezeebassstationiznow.’Asonewaveofpanicsubsided,anothernaggingissuereareditshead.Ihadzerocashinmywallet.IwasdoubtfulthathiscardmachinewouldacceptmyPortuguesebankcard.Thetensionlevelsrising,werolledintothedarkwetemptystreetsofthecity.Viennawaslikethisabandonedghosttownfromazombiemovie.Alllitupandpretty,butnotasoulinsight.GunterwasproddingawayathisGPS,utteringnumerousprofanitiesatit,tryingtofigureoutthebestroutetothebusstation.Thetrafficlightswereconspiringagainstme,turningredateverystreetweturnedinto.Finally,withjust2minutestosparewerolledintothebusstationtoseethefamiliarbrightyellowoutershelloftheStudentAgencyBus.Thankfully,therewasahugequeuestillwaitingtoboardthebus.Gunterparksthecarbehindthecoachandthenlooksatmewithabigsmileonhisface.‘Wemadeit.’IhaveacrocodilesmileasIfishoutmybankcard.Suddenly,Gunter’ssmilecreasesintoagrimace.‘Izoonotthinkmymachinewillacceptzeescard.’Hetriesitthricebutsomehowthemachinewilljustnotplayalong.Ifeelafewmoreknotsinmychestnow,mybreathheavyasIseeinfrontofmethebusqueuethinningout.Gunterthenwaveshishandatsomeofthepeoplewaitinginthecrowdandhollerstothem,askingthemiftheyknewwherethenearestcashmachinewas.Oneofthemyankstheirheadtowardsthewaitinghallofthebusstationwhichisabout500yardsaway.Thenwithoutmuchexplaining,bothmeandGunterleapoutofthecarandmakeamaddashtofindthiscashmachine.AfterafewwrongturnswefinallyfindthemachineandIgleefullypopmycardin,onlytoreadthemessageattheATM‘Outoforder.Sorry.’Blooddrainsfrommyface.Gunter,pantingforbreath,shakeshishead.Gameover.Fateseemedtobeconspiringagainstmetoday.Inthedistance,Ica