第二节(满分25分)
阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。续写的词数应为150左右。
I was doing a big cleanup recently and my kids were helping when my son，Freddo，came across a knotted handkerchief with an old dark coin inside.“Mum，can I have this? Can I play with this coin？”he asked.I took one look and was immediately transported to another time.
In 1991，there was a time when my friend and I worked in a backward African country，Niger，hit by sandstorms and burning heat.There were many things I found difficult about this place—the climate and beggars were my biggest headaches.So after finishing five months of nursing work there，we moved on to work at a health clinic in neighbouring country，Burkina Faso.“It's much greener in Burkina.Even the Coke tastes better，”the locals assured us.
Yet the fact was quite the opposite.Arriving by taxi at our destination in Burkina，we began to unload.I was reaching for my larger piece of luggage when，out of the darkness，a motorbike with two men approached slowly.Without warning，one of the men grabbed my daypack as the motorbike swept close by.Within seconds，the pair were out of sight，swallowed up by the night.
With my passport，money，traveller's cheques all in the bag，I was in deep trouble.How frustrating！All I wanted was to leave this hellhole！Then，walking through Burkina's streets one day，I was stopped by an old woman who thrust her hand in my face.“Cadeau (‘gift’in French)！Cadeau！”she cried.I'd had enough！I was extremely tired of the country: its poverty，its thieves，the heat，the dust and...everything！I told her angrily and firmly in French.“I have no‘cadeau’．I have no money.A thief stole all my money two weeks ago and now I can't get out of your country.I cannot give you anything.NOTHING！”The beggar woman listened attentively.To my great surprise，after hearing my words，she gave a broad smile.
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She reached into the pocket of her dress.
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There was a slight touch on my hand；looking down，I saw my son looking at me，curious.
阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。续写的词数应为150左右。
I was doing a big cleanup recently and my kids were helping when my son，Freddo，came across a knotted handkerchief with an old dark coin inside.“Mum，can I have this? Can I play with this coin？”he asked.I took one look and was immediately transported to another time.
In 1991，there was a time when my friend and I worked in a backward African country，Niger，hit by sandstorms and burning heat.There were many things I found difficult about this place—the climate and beggars were my biggest headaches.So after finishing five months of nursing work there，we moved on to work at a health clinic in neighbouring country，Burkina Faso.“It's much greener in Burkina.Even the Coke tastes better，”the locals assured us.
Yet the fact was quite the opposite.Arriving by taxi at our destination in Burkina，we began to unload.I was reaching for my larger piece of luggage when，out of the darkness，a motorbike with two men approached slowly.Without warning，one of the men grabbed my daypack as the motorbike swept close by.Within seconds，the pair were out of sight，swallowed up by the night.
With my passport，money，traveller's cheques all in the bag，I was in deep trouble.How frustrating！All I wanted was to leave this hellhole！Then，walking through Burkina's streets one day，I was stopped by an old woman who thrust her hand in my face.“Cadeau (‘gift’in French)！Cadeau！”she cried.I'd had enough！I was extremely tired of the country: its poverty，its thieves，the heat，the dust and...everything！I told her angrily and firmly in French.“I have no‘cadeau’．I have no money.A thief stole all my money two weeks ago and now I can't get out of your country.I cannot give you anything.NOTHING！”The beggar woman listened attentively.To my great surprise，after hearing my words，she gave a broad smile.
Paragraph 1：
She reached into the pocket of her dress.
Paragraph 2：
There was a slight touch on my hand；looking down，I saw my son looking at me，curious.
