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這是一篇敘述父子親情故事的文章。故事圍繞一位父親和兒子的親子棒球活動而展開。父親得了貝爾氏神經(jīng)麻痹癥后因為旁人異樣的目光，中斷了外出陪兒子打球的親子活動。父親積極參與復(fù)健，但是成效緩慢。他盡量不出門，不再與兒子去公園打棒球，而是在家中完成自己的工作，減少與外界的接觸。父親其實是一個幽默的人，盡管自己笑容不再，但他用畫筆在臉上畫出笑容，自嘲般地應(yīng)對疾病。兒子與父親感情很好，他感同身受，發(fā)誓在父親能再展笑顏前，不再露笑顏。兒子正在上四年級，他的“冷臉”讓他經(jīng)歷了很多誤解，但他還是選擇堅守誓言。在老師與父親溝通后，父親意識到了問題，為了兒子他毅然走出自己營造的舒適區(qū)，勇敢地去微笑，重拾與兒子的親子打球時光。

父與子的深厚情感與相互付出讓人動容，人世間最美好的莫過于此。全文693詞，建議用時14分鐘。

[閱讀目標(biāo)]

1. 利用思維導(dǎo)圖，梳理父親和兒子各個階段的情感變化和相應(yīng)的行為;

2. 通過對整個故事的理解，尋找父親笑容存在的意義;

3. 感悟父親面對疾病的勇氣，弘揚直面問題的精神，驚嘆兒子對父親的共情，珍視現(xiàn)實生活中與自己父母相互扶持的情感。

1. stroller /?str??l?（r）/ n. 折疊式童車;幼兒推車

2. slur /sl??（r）/ v. 含糊地說話（通常因醉酒或疲勞）

3. droopy /?dru?pi/ adj. 下垂的;無精打采的

4. slump /sl?mp/ v. 重重地坐下

5. solemn /?s?l?m/ adj. 莊嚴(yán)的;嚴(yán)正的

6. impersonation /?m?p??s??ne??n/ n. 扮演

7. abstain /?b?ste?n/ v. 戒除

Dad and I loved baseball and hated sleep. One midsummer dawn when I was nine， we drove to the local park with our baseballs， gloves， and Yankees caps.

“If you thought night baseball was a thrill， just wait，” Dad told me. “Morning air carries the ball like youve never seen.”

He was right. Our fastballs charged faster and landed more lightly. The echoes of our catches popped as the sun rose over the dew?sprinkled fields.

The park was all ours for about two hours. Then a young mother pushed her stroller toward us. When she neared， Dad politely leaned over the stroller， waved， and gave the baby his best smile.

The mother stared at him for a second， and then rushed away.

Dad covered his mouth with his hand and walked to the car. “Lets go， bud，” he said. “Im not feeling well.”

A month earlier， Bells palsy （貝爾氏神經(jīng)麻痹癥） had struck Dad， paralyzing the right side of his face. It left him slurring words and with a droopy eyelid. He could hardly drink from a cup without spilling onto his shirt. And his smile， which once eased the pain of playground cuts and burst forth at the mention of Mick Jagger， Woody Allen， or his very own Yankees， was gone.

As I slumped in the car， I began suspecting that our sunrise park visit wasnt about watching daylight lift around us. This was his effort to avoid stares.

It was a solemn drive home.

After that day， Dad spent more time in?doors. He left the shopping， driving， and Little League games to Mom. As a freelance editor， he turned our dining room into his office and buried himself in manuscripts. He no longer wanted to play catch.

At physical therapy， Dad obeyed the doctor： “Now smile as wide as you can. Now lift your right cheek with your hand. Now try to whistle.”

Only the sound of blowing air came out. My earliest memories were Dads whistling to Frank Sinatra or Bobby McFerrin. He always whistled. He had taught me to whistle too.

Of the roughly 40，000 Americans suffering Bells palsy every year， most recover in several weeks. Other cases take a few months to heal. But after nine weeks of therapy， the doctor confessed she couldnt help Dad.

“Ive never seen anything like this，” she told him after his final session. Then she handed him the bill.

Dad coped through humor. He occasionally grabbed erasable markers and drew an even?sided wide smile across his face. Other times， he practiced his Elvis impersonation， joking that his curled lips allowed him to perfect his performance of Hound Dog.

By the time I entered fourth grade that September， Dad could blink his right eye and speak clearly again. But his smile still hadnt returned. So I made a secret vow： I would ab?stain from smiles of any kind.

Nothing about fourth grade made this easy. Classmates were both old enough to laugh about pop culture and young enough to appreciate fart jokes. Kids called me Frowny the Dwarf. I was three feet ten inches. Teachers accompanied me into hallways， asking what was wrong. Breaking the promise I had made myself was tempting， but I couldnt let Dad not smile alone.

When I asked my PE coach， “Whats so great about smiling？” He made me do push?ups while the rest of the class played Wiffle ball. Then he called Dad.

I never learned what they discussed. But when I got off the school bus that afternoon， I saw Dad waiting for me， holding our gloves and ball. For the first time in months， we got in the family car and went to the park for a catch.

“Its been too long，” he said.

Roughly a half?dozen fathers and sons lined the field with gloved arms in the air. Dad couldnt smile， but he beamed， and so did I. Sundown came quickly. The fields white lights glowed， and everyone else left. But Dad and I threw everything from curve balls to folly floaters into the night. We had catching?up to do.

讀后續(xù)寫

[寫作技巧]

How to finish a continuous writing？

Read the given story.

Combine the plot.

Explore the theme.

Infer the development.

Create the reasonable continuation.

立意呈現(xiàn).

通過對作品主題的賞析，我們看到父親與兒子的感情深厚：面對疾病，父親選擇避免與外界接觸，并在家中樂觀自嘲;兒子在校與同學(xué)相處，卻因父親不能微笑，發(fā)誓從此也不再微笑;為了讓兒子能夠與其他青少年一樣享受青春，父親最終直面自己的疾病，與兒子重拾親子時光。通過知識和方法的遷移，我們收集了續(xù)寫所需的作品信息。如果你躍躍欲試，那就構(gòu)建屬于自己的續(xù)寫吧！

請參考已完成的材料收集，寫一段100詞左右的續(xù)寫，要點包括：

1. 人物;

2. 場景;

3. 情節(jié);

4. 情感升華。

When I went to the school the following day， I smiled to everybody I met in the hallway.

[視野拓展]

He lies because of me是一則泰國創(chuàng)意公益廣告，看哭了很多人。在這個世界上，愛你最深卻從不表達(dá)的是爸爸;在這個世界上，擔(dān)子最重但從不傾訴的是爸爸;在這個世界上，壓力最大卻永遠(yuǎn)告訴你沒事的是爸爸;在這個世界上，最孤獨的，還是爸爸。

把這則廣告分享給大家，希望大家看完以后，能夠?qū)ψ约旱母赣H說一句：謝謝您，您辛苦了?？偸窍蚰魅。瑓s未曾說過謝謝您，長大以后，才漸漸懂得您的不容易。爸爸，以后的日子里，我想像您當(dāng)初拉著我的小手一樣，拉著您逐漸蒼老的手，陪您一路走下去。

Daddy is the sweetest daddy in the world.

Daddy is the most handsome， the smartest， the most clever， the kindest.

He is my superman.

Daddy wants me to do well at school.

Daddy is just great.

But he lies...

He lies about having a job.

He lies about having money.

He lies that hes not tired.

He lies that hes not hungry.

He lies that we have everything.

He lies about his happiness.

He lies because of me...