2024年高考英语试题新课标I卷的学生评价和写作参考以及读后续写素材

2024年高考英语试题新课标I卷的学生评价和写作参考以及读后续写总体评价（来自学生）：

总体难度中上，比去年高考真题难。主要是：

1.听力难，特别是最后一段，然后第一题，语速快，声音低沉，听不大清晰，不同于平时清晰度非常好。

2.阅读理解生词比较多（我估计是派生词，高考不可能有超出标准的超纲生词）。不过总体上，学生说阅读题难度不高于平时，适中。（学生说适中，那就是中等偏下一点）3.完形中等偏上一点（具体没有问）4.语法填空超难，看不懂一样，尤其是词性变化平时没怎么见过。

5.写作题，没有评价。

新课标I卷：假定你是李华，你们班上周五在公园上了一节美术课，请给英国好友Chris写一封邮件分享你的经历，内容包括：

1.你的作品内容；

2.你的感想。注意：1.写作词数应为80左右；2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。基于Chatgpt4的修改：DearChris,I'mwritingtoshareanextraordinaryexperiencefromlastFridaywhenourclasshadanartlessoninthepark.Youcannotimaginehowmeaningfulandinterestingitwas!Weweretaskedtodraworpaintsomethingthatimpressedusmost.Inspiredbythefantasticscenery,Idecidedtocreateawatercolorpaintingofthesmallbridgeoverthepark'spond,surroundedbybloomingflowers.

Theentireexperiencewasincrediblyrefreshing.Beingsurroundedbynaturenotonlysparkedmycreativitybutalsoofferedamuch-neededbreakfromtheusualhustleandbustleofschoollife.IfeltadeepsenseofpeaceasIpainted.

Inaword,Itwasnotjustanartclass;itwasamomentofconnectionwithnaturethatItrulycherished.Howhaveyourclassesbeenlately?Iwouldlovetohearaboutthem.Takecareandwritebacksoon!Bestregards,LiHua标题：HOWIMETGUNTER,THEBESTTAXIDRIVERINVIENNA&AUSTRIA出处：BUDGETTRAVELLER01—阅读部分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—第一段续写部分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—第二段续写部分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.原作品信息标题：HOWIMETGUNTER,THEBESTTAXIDRIVERINVIENNA&AUSTRIA出处：BUDGETTRAVELLER01—阅读部分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