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1. Composition number 1
2. Composition number 2
Crafting a Tale: Witnessed or Participated, Week 9
Composing a Narrative: Witnessed or Engaged, Week 9, Short 1
Prompt: Compose a narrative about a beautiful dream of yours, or your friends', or loved ones'.
Detailed Solution
In life, everyone harbors dreams. For me, the fervent dream is to become a skilled doctor. This aspiration has been with me since I was in the third grade.
Back then, on a summer afternoon, I fell ill, and my mother took me to the hospital for a check-up. I vividly remember the image of the doctor who examined me. He was wearing a white lab coat, with a white cap on his head. Particularly striking were his gentle eyes behind the white glasses, and the meticulous gestures of the doctor left unforgettable impressions on me. When I heard the diagnosis and treatment plan, I suddenly wished to become a good doctor in the future. That dream uplifted my spirits, as if I had forgotten all about my illness. After the doctor examined me and prescribed medication, he reminded me to take the medicine correctly, and to eat nutritious food. Before continuing with his work for other patients, the doctor didn't forget to give me a friendly smile and caring advice to get well soon.
Being in contact with such a compassionate doctor, my face lit up with joy. Seeing this, my mother asked:
- Are you feeling less tired now? Is there something that makes you happy? I immediately shared my dream with my mother:
- I dream of becoming a good doctor.
My mother asked further:
- If your dream comes true in the future, will you be dedicated to your profession and love the patients?
I replied to my mother excitedly:
- Yes, Mom! I will be dedicated to the profession because it's the doctor's profession, which is related to human life. And I will wholeheartedly love the patients like the doctor who examined me.
Prepare the story Witnessed or Participated, Week 9, Short 2
Prompt: Tell a story about a beautiful dream of yours or of your friends, family.
Answer:
During our childhood, we all have dreams, plans for the future, what we want to become when we grow up, don't we? Today, I'll talk about the aspirations, the job that I dream of to let you all know!
Every day on my way to school, I pass by the busy intersection near my house. There, amidst the constant flow of traffic, stands a police officer tirelessly directing the vehicles. He is a young man with a robust physique, sun-kissed skin, a square, full face, and bright, alert eyes. He stands there, day after day, at the crossroads like a commanding officer. With a whistle in his mouth and his arms signaling commands, he orchestrates the flow of people and vehicles, bringing order to the chaos. Occasionally, when a few motorbikes cross the white line, encroaching onto the road, he blows his whistle to signal them to reverse. Immediately, those vehicles retreat behind the white line obediently, much like students obeying their teacher's instructions. He works diligently and seriously, showing no favoritism towards anyone.
Once, three girls on a motorbike rushed to the intersection, honking impatiently, causing some pedestrians to hastily retreat to the sidewalks. The police officer immediately raised his hand, blew his whistle, and commanded them to stop. The motorbike veered to the side. All three girls apologized sheepishly. The police officer smiled and proceeded to issue a fine. Handing the ticket to the girls, he added:
- Next time, be careful and obey traffic laws. One girl got off to catch a bus, not allowed to carry three.
His words were gentle yet decisive. The girl behind the wheel reluctantly turned to her friend and said:
- Wait for me here, I'll come back for you.
Then she muttered something to the police officer's back, facing the intersection, pressed the accelerator, and drove off. And so, he continued to control the flow of people and vehicles smoothly, ensuring no accidents occurred at this intersection.
