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Growing up, I was always around my grandma Meredith. She was the one who originally inspired my love for cooking and my dream of becoming a chef. Yet, one day I received a text that would turn my whole life around. “Grandma is seriously ill,” the text read. “We need your help in assisting with her care.”
Without a second of hesitation, I agreed to travel back home. Thankfully, my boss at the restaurant let me take unpaid leave for the next several months so I could come home to help out with grandma. After driving across several states, I finally got back to our family home in West Virginia. Yet, what I saw was really hard for me to bear. The Meredith I saw then was not the lively, joyful Meredith I had seen while I was growing up.
“Tony!” she called to me from her bed, “It’s so good to see you!”
“Grandma,” I sighed, “I’m not Tony, That’s dad, your son. I’m Hank.”
This was the start of a months-long journey of helping out around the house — cooking, cleaning, and, most of all, keeping grandma in good health and good spirits.
Every day, I cooked delicious food to keep everyone’s spirits high. But, secretly, I hoped that cooking some dishes that we had made together in my childhood would somehow help get grandma’s memory of me back, if just for a moment.
Stews (燉菜), chops (排骨), roasts — I served all of these to grandma and my parents around the clock. When I wasn’t taking grandma out for a walk in her wheel chair or changing her bed sheets, I was cooking. I had cooked for celebrities while at the restaurant in New York City, but never had I poured my heart out into my meals than I did then for grandma. However, it didn’t work at all.
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Then I decided to make something simple.
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After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name — my actual name.
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一、文章大意
文章圍繞 “我” 與奶奶的故事展開。“我” 從小受奶奶啟發熱愛烹飪并立志成為廚師，然而奶奶突然病重，“我” 毫不猶豫請假回家照料?；丶液罂吹侥棠桃褯]了往昔的活力，還常把 “我” 錯認成爸爸，這讓 “我” 心痛不已。為喚起奶奶的記憶，“我” 每日精心烹飪各種美食，從燉菜到烤肉，盡管廚藝精湛，曾為名人掌勺，此番用心卻未能如愿。但 “我” 仍不放棄，希望以美食為紐帶幫奶奶找回對 “我” 的記憶。
二、伏筆及續寫中的回應
伏筆：奶奶是 “我” 烹飪夢想的啟蒙者。
回應：讓 “我” 堅信美食能喚醒奶奶記憶，續寫中 “我” 憑借回憶里與奶奶共同制作的點心，再次走進她的內心，體現美食承載的情感力量。
伏筆：“我” 收到奶奶病重需照顧的短信后立刻請假回家。
回應：凸顯 “我” 對奶奶的深厚感情，為后續不辭辛勞、想盡辦法照顧奶奶做鋪墊，續寫中 “我” 的堅持也源于這份愛。
伏筆：奶奶把 “我” 錯認成爸爸。
回應：制造矛盾沖突，強化 “我” 想幫奶奶恢復記憶的急切，續寫中奶奶認出 “我” 時與之對比，突出喜悅。
伏筆：“我” 曾為紐約餐廳的名人烹飪。
回應：襯托此刻為奶奶做飯的不同，之前為工作，如今傾注全部情感，續寫中情感的專注終獲回報。
伏筆：“我” 希望童年與奶奶共制的菜肴能喚起她記憶。
回應：引出續寫制作燕麥餅干的情節，因熟悉味道觸發奶奶深層記憶，完成故事轉折。
三、續寫要點
第一段：
情感線：從多次嘗試失敗的沮喪、迷茫，到決定制作燕麥餅干時重燃希望，制作過程中滿是期待與忐忑。
故事線：回憶童年與奶奶做餅干溫馨過往，精心準備食材、制作，烘烤時香味四溢，幻想奶奶反應，全家也滿懷期待。
第二段：
情感線：聽到奶奶叫出名字瞬間的驚喜、激動，相擁時的感動與欣慰，最后對未來照顧奶奶更有信心。
故事線：奶奶吃幾口餅干后，眼神恢復光彩，準確喊出 “我” 名字，“我” 與她相擁而泣，此后餅干成喚醒記憶 “鑰匙”，偶爾失憶也不再怕，“我” 更珍惜相伴時光。
四、主旨升華句
Love, like a secret ingredient, can transform the simplest of things into something truly magical, as it did with those cookies.（愛，如同一種神秘配料，能將最簡單的事物變得無比神奇，就像那些餅干一樣。）
In the face of memory's fading, it's the unwavering bond of love that holds us together and has the power to bring back lost moments.（面對記憶的消逝，是堅如磐石的愛之紐帶將我們維系，并有力量喚回逝去的時光。）
Sometimes, the most precious memories are hidden in the smallest details, waiting for us to unlock them with a touch of nostalgia.（有時，最珍貴的記憶潛藏在最微小的細節里，等待我們用一抹懷舊之情將其開啟。）
Our memories might waver, but the love we share remains constant, lighting up even the darkest days of forgetfulness.（我們的記憶或許會動搖，但我們分享的愛始終如一，即便在遺忘的至暗時刻也能熠熠生輝。）
True love is not only about being there in good times, but also about patiently rewinding the tape of memories when they start to fade.（真愛不僅意味著在美好時光相伴，還在于當記憶開始褪色時，耐心地倒帶重溫。）
五、兩篇寫作示范
第一篇
Then I decided to make something simple. I thought back to those lazy summer afternoons when grandma and I would make lemonade from scratch. I squeezed fresh lemons, added just the right amount of sugar and water, stirring slowly as I remembered her gentle instructions. The pitcher filled with the golden liquid, glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window. I poured a glass and brought it to grandma, my hands trembling slightly. As she took the first sip, her eyebrows raised in what seemed like a flicker of recognition.
After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name — my actual name. “Hank,” she murmured, a smile spreading across her face. I rushed to her side and hugged her tightly. She stroked my hair and said, “This lemonade tastes like home. I remember you, my dear boy.” From that day on, whenever grandma seemed lost, I’d make that lemonade. It became our special connection, a reminder that love could always find its way through the fog of forgetfulness.
第二篇
Then I decided to make something simple. Remembering how grandma used to love the apple pie we baked for Thanksgiving, I set to work. I peeled and sliced the apples carefully, sprinkling them with cinnamon and sugar, just like she taught me. I rolled out the dough, my fingers moving with a familiarity born of years of watching her. As the pie baked, the sweet aroma filled the kitchen. I took it out, the crust golden brown, and cut a small slice.
After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name — my actual name. “Hank,” she exclaimed, her eyes filling with tears. “This pie... it takes me back.” I held her hands, tears streaming down my own face. It was as if that slice of pie had opened a door in her memory. After that, we spent many afternoons baking together again, even if she sometimes forgot the steps. But it didn’t matter; our love was baked into every creation, stronger than any forgetfulness.
【答案】Then I decided to make something simple. What came to my mind was a sandwich. When I was a child, my grandma always made me a sandwich for breakfast. It was the most delicious sandwich in the world. Since then, I have dreamt about being a chef. The sandwich made by my grandma has two layers, the first layer with ham, and the second layer with vegetable salad. So I made a sandwich the way my grandmother did. Then I gave it to my grandma, hoping it could help her remember me.
After taking a few bites, grandma finally called out my name-my actual name. I was so excited that I hugged her, saying “Finally, you remember me!” “My dear, you come back. I miss you so much.” My grandma said happily with tears rolling down her face. In the following days, I accompanied my grandma and took care of her. Soon she recovered. It is not only the sandwich but also grandma’s love for me that helps her recover.

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