Thatlateafternoon,somethingaboutmom'sbehaviorscaughtusbysurprise.Insteadofcomplainingthehardconditionorexhaustingcoldwind,shekeptsilenceasiftouchedbythenaturebeautiesandfreshair.Whilegettingdownthehill,weweretiredandLowenergy.Nothingisbetterifsomeonecooksomedeliciousmealwhichwecanjointenjoy.Mysistersaidwithanexpectingvoice.Itwasatthatmomentthatmymotherannouncedpositivelyshewouldtry.Thefoodcookedbymomovertheopenfirewinourinstantpraise.Notonlywasthefoodreallytasty,buttheexchangeofmymother'sperspectivesecuredouradmiration.Withthelastrayofsunshinecoloringtheforestgolden,mymomtalkedabouthismisunderstandingofcampingbefore.Fortunately,thisunforgettableexperiencehaschangedhermind,andshewaslongingformoreopportunitiestoexplorethenature.Muchsatisfied,wejumpedtotheair，cheeringformymom.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。Mymotherhadalwayshatedcamping.Shewasthekindofpersonwhopackedthreechargerforaweekendtrip,whorefusedtoeatanythingcookedoverfire,andwhobelieved"roughingit"meantstayingsomewherewithoutWi-Fi.Sheoftentoldusaboutherchildhoodcampingdisasterhowshecriedeverynightatasummecamp,howmosquitoeslovedhermorethanherteachersdid,howshepromisedherselfshe'dneversleepinatentagain.MysisterandIfounditfunny.Tous,campingmeantfreedom:muddyshoes,smokyhair,andtheexcitementofcatchingfireflies.However,tomymother,itmeantdiscomfort.ButeverythingchangedtwosummersagowhenmyuncleinvitedustoLakeMeran,aplaceknownforitsstillwatersandendlesspinewoods.MysisterandIwereexcited.Mymotherwasnot."Tents?Mosquitoes?Noshowers?"sheasked.Myfatherjustsmiled."It'11begoodforthekids,"hesaid.Mymothersighed,whisperingine.Butdon'texpectmetoenjoyit.Thedrivetookthreehours.Whenwearrived,mymothersteppedoutofthecarunwillinglyandlookedaroundasifshe'dlandedonanotherplanet.Settingupcampwaschaotic.MysisterandIstruggledwiththetentpoles.Myfatherbunedthefirstroundofmeat.Mymotherstoodbywithherarmscrossed,clearlywonderingwhyanyonewouldchoosethisformofsuffering.Thatnight,thewindsweptthroughthetrees,andshehardlyslept.IheardherwhisperingconstantlyNeveragain.Thenextmoming,afterbreakfast,myunclesuggestedashorthikethroughtheforest.Mymotherprotested,butsomehowendedupjoiningus.Thepathwoundthroughmoss-coveredrocks.Momwalkedcarefully,complainingabouthershoes.Butasweclimbedhigher,theforestgrewquieter.Atthetopofahill,sunlightpouredthroughthetrees,andthelakebelowshonelikeglass."It'sbeautiful,"mymotherwhispered.Thenshefellsilent,standingthereforalongtime,asifthequietlakehaddrawnherintoakindofthinkingshehadlong
