閱讀下面材料，根據(jù)其內(nèi)容和所給段落開頭語續(xù)寫兩段，使之構(gòu)成一篇完整的短文。Jackwasahighschoolfreshman,tallandthin,withaheartfullofdreams.Jack'sfatherwasarepairmanwhospenthisdaysfixingcars,sohishandswerealwaysdirty.Jack'sfatherneversaidmuch,buthiseyesalwaysseemedtosay,"I'mproudofyou,son."AndJackfeltitineverynod.Theirrelationshipwasaquietone,withanunspokenbond（紐帶）。Oneday,Jackcamehomefromschoolwithaflyer（傳單）inhishand.Hiseyeswerebrightwithexcitementasheshowedittohisfather."Dad,there'saschooltalentshownextmonth,andIwanttoenter.I'vebeenlearningguitarformonths,"Jacksaidtohisfather.Hisfatherlookedupfromtheenginehewasworkingon."Youplaytheguitar?"heaskedinsurprise.Feelingalittleembarrassed,Jacknodded,saying,"Yeah,I'vebeentakinglessons.IthinkI'mready."Hisfathercleanedhishandswithapieceofcloth,lookedatJackandsmiled,"I'llbethere,son.Iwouldn'tmissit."Throughhisfather'seyes,Jackknewhehadhisfather'ssupport.ThedaysleadinguptothetalentshowweremorepracticeandanxietyforJack.Hewouldehomeafterschoolandlockhimselfinhisroom,thesoundofhisguitarechoing（回響）throughthehouse.Hisfatherdidn'tspeaktoomuch,buthewouldpreparedeliciousfoodandsmiledatJackwheneverhesawhisson.Hewouldalsoquietlylistentothemusicfromthelivingroom.AlthoughJackfelttiredornervoussometimes,hefeltpushedforwardbyunspokenlove.Thedayofthetalentshowarrived,andtheschoolhallwasfilledwithexcitement.Jack'shandswereshakingashepreparedhisguitarbackstage.Helookedoutintotheaudienceandfoundhisfatherwithabroadsmileonhisface.注意：1.續(xù)寫詞數(shù)應(yīng)為150左右；2.請(qǐng)按如下格式在答題卡的相應(yīng)位置作答。AsJacksteppedontothestage,thelightsdimmed（變暗）andtheaudiencequieteddown.__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________"Ididn'tknowyoucouldplaylikethat,"hisfathersaid."Youweregreat."________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________一、續(xù)寫分析第一段續(xù)寫分析核心場(chǎng)景：Jack在舞臺(tái)上表演吉他，父親在觀眾席見證。動(dòng)作與心理描寫：Jack緊張到手指僵硬，但看到父親堅(jiān)定的目光后逐漸平靜。他回憶起父親默默支持的細(xì)節(jié)（如準(zhǔn)備食物、傾聽練習(xí)），內(nèi)心涌起溫暖，投入演奏。表演過程：彈奏曲目《父與子》，旋律從青澀到流暢，高潮部分融入對(duì)父親的感激，音符中傳遞無聲的愛。觀眾從安靜到陶醉，最后爆發(fā)掌聲，父親眼眶濕潤(rùn)，驕傲點(diǎn)頭。情感轉(zhuǎn)折：通過音樂打破父子間“沉默的紐帶”，將內(nèi)心的情感外化為藝術(shù)表達(dá)，展現(xiàn)音樂作為溝通橋梁的力量。第二段續(xù)寫分析核心場(chǎng)景：表演結(jié)束后，父子對(duì)話與情感升華。父親的肯定：父親用粗糙的手擁抱Jack，首次直白表達(dá)驕傲（如“你讓我看到了光”），并透露自己曾夢(mèng)想學(xué)音樂但因生活放棄，如今在Jack身上看到希望。Jack的感悟：發(fā)現(xiàn)父親藏在油污雙手下的溫柔與夢(mèng)想，意識(shí)到沉默的父愛從未缺席。他提議教父親彈吉他，父子共同譜寫新旋律，象征兩代人夢(mèng)想的傳承與理解的深化。細(xì)節(jié)呼應(yīng)：用“吉他弦輕顫”“父親指尖笨拙卻認(rèn)真”等意象，呼應(yīng)前文“未說出口的愛”，強(qiáng)化“行動(dòng)勝過語言”的主題。二、故事線沉默的紐帶：父子通過點(diǎn)頭、微笑建立默契，父親用行動(dòng)（準(zhǔn)備食物、傾聽）表達(dá)愛。夢(mèng)想的萌芽：Jack偶然得知才藝秀，決定用吉他表演證明自己，父親意外但堅(jiān)定支持。舞臺(tái)的挑戰(zhàn)：Jack在緊張與練習(xí)中掙扎，父親的無聲陪伴成為動(dòng)力。音樂的告白：舞臺(tái)上通過演奏傳遞對(duì)父親的感激，打破沉默，引發(fā)情感共鳴。夢(mèng)想的傳承：表演后父子敞開心扉，父親分享未完成的夢(mèng)想，兩人以音樂續(xù)寫親情。短語積累withabroadsmile

滿面笑容（父親的支持）stepontothestage

登上舞臺(tái)（表演的開始）fingersfumblewiththestrings

手指在弦上笨拙摸索（緊張的細(xì)節(jié)）meetone’sgaze

與某人目光交匯（情感的傳遞）wellupwithtears

熱淚盈眶（激動(dòng)的表現(xiàn)）burstintoapplause

爆發(fā)出掌聲（觀眾的認(rèn)可）wrapsb.inahug

緊緊擁抱某人（父愛的釋放）unspokendream

未說出口的夢(mèng)想（父親的遺憾）passdown

傳承（夢(mèng)想的延續(xù)）笨拙卻認(rèn)真

clumsybutearnest（父親學(xué)琴的態(tài)度）echoinone’sheart

在心中回響（音樂的力量）breakthesilence

打破沉默（情感的表露）lightupwithpride

因驕傲而發(fā)亮（父親的神情）strumamelody

彈奏旋律（共同的創(chuàng)作）leanagainst

倚靠（親密的姿態(tài)）主旨升華句Silencecanbealanguageoflove,foractionsoftenspeaklouderthanwords.

沉默也可以是愛的語言，因?yàn)樾袆?dòng)往往比言語更有力量。Dreamsarenotjustpersonalpursuits—theycanbridgegenerationsandhealunspokenwounds.

夢(mèng)想不僅是個(gè)人的追求，更是跨越代際、治愈無聲創(chuàng)傷的橋梁。Themostprofoundconnectionsareoftenbuiltonquietsupport,whereaglanceoragesturecarriesaworldofmeaning.

最深厚的情感聯(lián)結(jié)往往建立在無聲的支持中，一個(gè)眼神或一個(gè)動(dòng)作便承載著千言萬語。Arthasthepowertotransformsilenceintoemotion,allowingheartstomunicatewhenwordsfail.

藝術(shù)有將沉默轉(zhuǎn)化為情感的力量，讓心靈在言語匱乏時(shí)依然能對(duì)話。Afather’slovemayhidebehindcallousedhandsandquietnods,butitswarmthiseverpresent,waitingtobefelt.

父愛可能藏在粗糙的手掌和沉默的點(diǎn)頭背后，但其溫暖從未缺席，只待用心感受。寫作示范范文一：AsJacksteppedontothestage,thelightsdimmedandtheaudiencequieteddown.Hisfingerstrembledashepositionedtheguitar,butacrossthehall,hisfather’sgaze—steadyandwarm—lockedontohis.ImagesflashedthroughJack’smind:hisfatherwipinggreaseoffhishandstosetaplateofcookiesbyhispracticechair,leaningagainstthelivingroomwalltolistentooffkeychords,noddingsilentlywhenJackforgotaverse.Takingadeepbreath,Jackbegantoplay

FatherandSon,themelodystartingsoftandshaky.Asthechorusswelled,heclosedhiseyes,pouringeveryunsaid“thankyou”intothestrings.Whenthelastnotefaded,thehalleruptedinapplause.Throughmistyeyes,Jacksawhisfatherstandup,clappingharderthananyone.“Ididn’tknowyoucouldplaylikethat,”hisfathersaid.“Youweregreat.”Jacknoticedhisfather’svoicewasthickerthanusual,hiscallousedhandlingeringonJack’sshoulder.“I…usedtodreamofplayingmusicwhenIwasyourage,”themanadmitted,lookingattheguitar.“Butlifetookmeinadifferentdirection.”Jack’sheartached—he’dneverheardthisbefore.“Teachmesomeday?”hisfatherasked,smilingsheepishly.Thatnight,underthekitchenlight,Jackplacedtheguitarinhisfather’shands.Asclumsyfingersstrummedahaltingtune,Jackrealized:lovewasn’talwaysloud.Sometimes,itwasthequietchoicetolisten…andthecouragetostartovertogether.范文二：AsJacksteppedontothestage,thespotlightmadehisguitarglowlikegold.Hislegsfeltlikejelly,butthenhesawhisfatherinthefrontrow,wearinghisbestshirt(theonewiththesmalloilstainJackhadnevernoticedbefore).Thememoryofhisfather’swhispered“You’vegotthis”thenightbeforeechoedinhisears.Hebegantoplay

WonderfulTonight,asongaboutcherishingmoments.Halfwaythrough,astringslipped,andJackfroze.Buthisfathergaveatinynod,andJackfoundhisrhythmagain,addingagentleimprovisation.Bytheend,theaudiencewasswaying,andhisfather’seyeswerebrightwithtears.“Ididn’tknowyoucouldplaylikethat,”hisfathersaid,pullingJackintoahugthatsmelledofmotoroilandsoap.“Youmademyheartswell,son.”Jackhesitated,thenasked,“Whydidn’tyouevertellmeaboutyourdreamtoplaymusic?”Hisfatherlaughedsoftly.“IguessIthoughtmyhandswerebetterforfixingcarsthanstrings.”Jackshookhishead.“Yourhandsfix

me

everyday.”Thatweekend,theyboughtausedukuleleforthefather.AsJackshowedhimbasicchords,henoticedhowhisfather’sbrowfurrowedinconcentration,justlikewhenhefixedatrickyengine.Theoffkeymelodiesmadethembothlaugh,butthejoyintheroomwaspure—proofthatlove,likemusic,isnevertoolatetoplay.范文三：AsJacksteppedontothestage,thedimlightsturnedhisfather’sfaceintoashadow,butthewhiteofhissmilestoodout.Jack’sfirstchordwassharp,amistake,andhewinced.Fromtheaudience,afamiliarcough—theonehisfathermadewhenhetriedtohidealaugh.Suddenly,Jackrelaxed.Helaunchedintoalivelyrockpiecehe’dwrittencalled

GreaseandGrace,blendingthehumofcarengineswiththemelodyofhisfather’swhistling.Thecrowdcheeredwhenhemimickedtheclinkofwrencheswithhisguitarpick.Hisfather’sshouldersshookwithlaughter,andJackknewhe’dnailedit.“Ididn’tknowyoucouldplaylikethat,”hisfathersaid,rufflingJack’shair.“Where’dyougetthatsongaboutgrease?”Jackgrinned.“Fromwatchingyouwork.It’slikeasymphony,Dad.”Theoldermangrewquiet.“Youreallyseeitthatway?”Jacknodded.“AndIsee

you.”Thatnight,theysatonthegaragefloor,surroundedbytools,andJacktaughthisfathertoplay

Twinkle,Twinkle,LittleStar.Eachwrongnotewasmetwithachuckle,eachcorrectonewithahighfive.Asthemoonrose,theguitarandthewrenchlaysidebyside—symbolsoftwolanguages,finallyspeakingthesametruth:

Iseeyou,andI’mproud.范文四：AsJacksteppedontothestage,hefeltnotjusttheguitarinhishands,buttheweightofeverysilentbreakfast,everysharedglanceacrossthedinnertable.Thefirstnotesof

Hallelujah

hungintheair,fragileasspidersilk.Whenhereachedthechorus,hesang—softly,boldly—forthefirsttimeinfrontofhisfather.Theaudiencehelditsbreath.Throughthemusic,hetoldthestoryofaboywholearnedtofeellovednotthroughwords,butthroughaplateofwarmfood,alingeringsmile,ahandrestingbrieflyonhisshoulder.Bytheend,thehallwassilent,thenroaring.Hisfathersatunmoving,tearsstreakinghisdustycheeks.“Ididn’tknowyoucouldplaylikethat,”hisfathersaid,hisvoicebreaking.“I…I’msoproud.”Jacktouchedhisfather’scallousedhand.“Youtaughtmehow,Dad.Notwithwords.Witheverythingelse.”Theoldermannodded,understanding.Thatnight,theywroteasongtogether—nolyrics,justchordsandhums,amelodythatwovetogethertheclinkoftoolsandthestrumofstrings.Astheyplayed,Jackrealized:loveisn’talanguage.It’sarhythm.Andsometimes,themostbeautifulsongs