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The storm had raged for three days, leaving the coastal town of Brineport in shambles. Eliza stood on the porch of her grandmother's house, staring at the churning sea, her hands clutching a tattered map. "It has to be here," she muttered, tracing the faded red X marked "Hollow's Lighthouse" with her finger. Her grandmother had told her stories of the lighthouse as a child — how it had guided ships through storms for a century, until a fire had closed it decades ago. Now, with the town's only pier destroyed by the storm, the old lighthouse's hidden supply cache might be the only way to get food and medicine to the stranded residents.

Eliza slung her backpack over her shoulder and stepped into the mud. The rain still drizzling down. The path to the lighthouse was overgrown, tangled with fallen branches and thorny vines. Half an hour later, she rounded a bend and gasped. There it stood. Eliza's lighthouse, its white paint peeling. Its lens cracked, but still standing tall on the cliff edge. As she approached, she noticed a faint light flickering from the base — someone was inside.

"Hello?" she called, knocking on the rusted metal door. The light went out, and a moment later, the door creaked open. A boy stood there, his hair matted with mud, his eyes wide with suspicion. He couldn't have been much older than sixteen, and he held a rusted wrench in his hand like a weapon. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice sharp.

"I'm Eliza," she said, holding up her hands to show she meant no harm. "I'm here for the supply cache — my town needs it. The storm destroyed our pier, and we can't get any deliveries." The boy's grip on the wrench loosed, but his expression stayed guarded. "You're not with the developers?" he asked. Eliza frowned. "Developers?"

The boy sighed and stepped aside, letting her in the house. The house's ground floor was cluttered with old blankets, cancel food, and a small wood-burning stove. "I'm going to tear this place down," he said, nodding at a crumpled fly on the floor. It showed a picture of a luxurious resort replacing the lighthouse. "My dad was the last keeper. He died trying to fix the lens during a storm five years ago. I've been living here ever since, keeping them away."

Eliza's heart ached. She thought of her grandmother, who was sick with a fever and had no medicine. "The cache," she said gently. "Do you know where it is? My town is running out of food. Old Mrs. Henderson hasn't had bread in two days, and the doctor's office has no more bandages." The boy hesitated, then walked to a loose floorboard and pried it up with his wench. Inside was a metal box, its lid rusted off.

But as he reached for it, a loud crash echoed outside. They ran to the window and froze. A massive wave had slammed into the cliff, sending rocks tumbling down. The lighthouse shook, and dust fell from the ceiling. "The cliff's eroding," the boy said, his voice trembling. "If another wave hits, this place will collapse."

Eliza looked at the metal box, then at the boy. "We have to get out of here," she said. But the boy shook his head. "The cache — your town needs it." He grabbed the box and tried to lift it, but it was too heavy. Eliza knelt down to help him, and together they dragged it toward the door.

Just as they reached the threshold, another wave crashed into the cliff. The lighthouse tilted, and the floor beneath them cracked. The boy stumbled, dropping the box. It slid across the floor, coming to a stop right at the edge of a gaping hole that had opened up in the wood.

Eliza looked for it, but the boy pulled her back. "It's too late," he shouted. The floor creaked, and the hole widened. The box teetered, then fell into the blackness below, disappearing into the stormy sea.

Eliza stared at the hole, her heart breaking. All that hope, gone. She turned to the boy, who looked just as devastated. "Now what?" she whispered.

The boy looked out at the sea, then back at her. "My dad had a boat," he said suddenly. "It's hidden in the cave below the lighthouse. We can't get the cache, but we can use the boat to get to the mainland. We can bring back help."

Eliza's eyes lit up — then she frowned. "The cave? But the waves are still huge. We'll never make it." The boy grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "We have to try," he said. "For your town. For my dad."

They stepped outside, the wind whipping at their faces. The path to the cave was even more dangerous now, with parts of the cliff already washed away. As they inched forward, Eliza heard a distant shout. She looked up — and saw a group of townspeople waving from the beach, their faces desperate.

The boy grabbed her hand. "Come on," he said. "We don't have much time."

Eliza nodded, and together they started down the crumbling cliff path, the sea roaring below them, and the faint glimmer of hope burning in their chests.

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A sudden gust of wind swept Eliza off balance, and she nearly slipped into the foaming waves below.

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When they finally reached the cave, the boy fumbled with a rusted key he pulled from his pocket, his hands shaking from cold and anxiety.

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For parents who send their kids off to college saying, "These will be the best years of your life," it would be very appropriate to add, " you can handle the stress of college life."

Freshmen are showing up already stressed out, according to the latest research study reported students' emotional health levels at their lowest since the survey started in 1985. While in school, more students are working part-time and near-full-time jobs. At graduation, only 29 percent of seniors (offer) jobs.

Pressure to excel often creates stress, and many students are not learning how to effectively handle this stress. Let me show five facts that I believe every college student know about stress.

First, stress can make smart people do stupid things. Stress causes brain researchers call "cortical inhibition (皮层抑制)." In simple terms, stress prevents a part of the brain responsible for decision-making and reaction time and can negatively affect other mental abilities as well.

Second, the human body doesn't discriminate between a big stressful event and a little one. Any stressful experience will create about 1,400 biochemical events in your body. If any amount of stress is left (uncheck), many things can occur within the body, including premature aging and energy drain.

Third, stress can become your new pattern. When you regularly experience negative feelings and high amounts of stress, your brain recognizes this your normal state. This then becomes the new norm (常态) for your emotional state.

Fourth, stress can be controlled. Countless studies demonstrate that people can restructure their emotional state using emotion refocusing techniques. One technique (involve) slowing your thoughts, breathing slowly, and focusing on the positive feeling that you receive.

Finally, (draw) to what you study can lessen stress. Barbara Frederickson, a leading international authority on the importance of positive emotions, says humans are genetically programmed (seek) positive emotions such as love and joy. It's suggested that you should choose a major or career path you love and enjoy. Otherwise, you could end up fighting against your own biology.

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2.续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。

Jenny was the only child in her home. She had a quarrel with her mother that afternoon and she ran out of the house angrily. She couldn't help crying sadly when she thought of the scolding from her mother. Having wandered aimlessly in the street for hours, she felt a little hungry and wished for something to eat, but it was not even possible for her, since she had nothing with her. She stood beside a stand for a while, watching the middle-aged seller busy doing his business. However, with no money in hand, she sighed and had to leave.

The seller behind the stand noticed the young girl and asked, "Hey, girl, you want to have the noodles?"

"Oh, yes...but I don't have money on me..." she replied.

"That's nothing. I'll treat you today," said the man,

"Come in."

The seller brought her a bowl of noodles, whose smell was so attractive. Jenny thanked the man and started to gobble(狼吞虎咽) up the delicious food...then cried silently.

"What is it?" asked the man kindly.

"Nothing, actually I was moved by your kindness!" said Jenny as she wiped her tears, "Even a stranger on the street will give me a bowl of noodles, while my mother drove me out of the house. She showed no care for me. She is so mean and cruel!"

Hearing the words, the seller smiled "Girl, do you really think so? I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you thanked me a lot. But it is your mother who has raised you since you were a baby. Can you number the times that she has cooked for you? Have you expressed your thanks to her?"

Jenny sat there, speechless and numb with shock; she remembered her mother's familiar face and weathered hands. "Why did I not think of that? A bowl of noodles from a stranger made me feel grateful, but I have never thanked my mum for what she has done for me."

On the way home, Jenny made up her mind to make an apology to her mother for her rudeness as soon as she arrived home.

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Approaching the doorway, Jenny took a deep breath.

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Her mother came back home, which called her mind back.

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1.杯子出现的问题；2.和店员的交流情况和申诉的原因。

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1.词数100左右；

2.可适当增加细节，以使行文连贯；

3.参考词汇：不锈钢 stainless steel;渗漏，漏出leak。

Dear Mr. Brown,

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Yours,

Li Hua

Perfume now can be designed to stimulate emotional responses using neuroscents (神经气味) shown by biometric measures — the use of biological data to analyze human responses — to help inspire different positive feelings such as calm, joy or sleepiness. Neurotechnology can also help perfumers analyze the chemical composition of these neuroscents and find new combinations of raw materials that can produce similar or enhanced effects.

Researcher Hugo Ferreira is trying to build a database of neuroscents. "With sight and hearing, you can imagine the face of a loved one or the favourite tune. It's hard to imagine a smell though it can stimulate a series of emotions and memories."

Ferreira explains this is due to the structure of the olfactory (嗅觉的) system. Messages from scent receptors are sent through the olfactory bulb to different brain areas that control everything from memory or thirst to stress reactions. Olfaction is the most diverse sense with many different receptors. It's estimated that there are about 400 different olfactory receptor gene families. Among other things these various connections may explain how we can "smell fear, or victory."

L'Oréal, a French multinational personal care company, has partnered with neurotechnology company Emotiv to create a scent choice "experience". During 2023, shoppers at certain stores used a device to discover which scents appealed to them. Results so far show that 95% of customers who used the device found the right perfume. Another perfume from Givenchy, a French luxury fashion and perfume house, has been a bestseller for years, which includes a special substance chosen after biometric research.

However, perfume writer Katie Puckrik says she'd like to "design her own perfume". "Leave the magic to the artists. Why do we need a computer to tell us what our nose already knows? Finding a new favorite scent by chance is a rare moment of grace we should allow ourselves," she says.

But European history suggests otherwise, according to political scientists Oeindrila Dube and S. P. Harish. They studied how often European rulers went to war between 1480 and 1913, and found that states ruled by queens were 27% more likely to get involved in wars than those ruled by kings.

This was not all the queens' fault: men, seeing them as soft targets, tended to attack them. Frederick the Great of Prussia once declared: "No woman should ever be allowed to govern anything." Shortly after becoming king, he attacked the newly crowned Archduchess of Austria, Maria Theresa, and seized Silesia province. Despite years of war, she never recovered it.

But perceived weakness is not the whole story. Queens, the researchers found, were more likely to gain new territory. Catherine the Great expanded her empire by some 200,000 square miles. And married queens were more aggressive than single queens or kings, whether single or married.

The authors suggest several reasons for this. First, married queens may have been able to form more military alliances (联盟), making them confident enough to pick fights. Their husbands had often served in the army before they married, and were well placed to strengthen military ties between their homelands and their wives' states.

Second, unlike most kings, queens often gave their husbands a lot of power, putting them in charge of foreign policy or the economy. During the 1740s, Maria Theresa's husband, Francis I, reformed the Austrian economy and raised money for the armed forces while his wife ruled much of central Europe. Prince Albert was Queen Victoria's most trusted adviser, shaping her foreign policy until his death in 1861. This division of labor, the authors suggest, freed up time for queens to pursue more aggressive policies.

The modern era, too, has witnessed female leaders in wars: Golda Meir and the Yom Kippur war, or Margaret Thatcher and the Falklands. The number of countries led by women has more than doubled since 2000, but there is plenty of room for improvement: the current level of 15 represents less than 10% of the total. A world in which more women took power might be more equal. Whether it would be more peaceful is a different question.

People naturally those who show great kindness and enthusiasm.