2016届高三英语美文阅读(三).doc

2016届高三英语美文阅读（三）（1）美文Love Never DiesBY CINDY HURNSeparated by two countries and an ocean, Dad and I had not seen each other for several years, and he was quite ill. In 2001, I returned to the States to begin a new life. At first I flew to the East Coast, staying with my sister and brother, but before leaving for the West Coast, I went to visit Mom and Dad in Florida. During the afternoon, my stepmother went to the hairdressers so that Dad and I could have some time alone together; she knew it would probably be our last visit.“Dad, when you die, how will I know youre still there?” I asked.Without batting an eyelash, he replied, “Love never dies. Our hearts will always be together. But, if you miss me, look up to the sky. When you see an eagle, youll know Im with you.”Knowing my fathers affinity with birds, particularly with bald eagles, I wasnt surprised at his answer. Years before, when he visited my house in Canada, he was fascinated with two eagles that nested high in the Douglas fir behind our secluded property. Each time he stood outside, it seemed as if they knew him; they circled high above him and called down in spearing cries until he smiled and acknowledged them.When I settled in Sacramento, I kept an eye on the skies. Although I often saw buzzard hawks, ravens, and other birds of prey, I never saw any eagles. The area was too populated. How, I wondered, would Dads spirit reach me, if there werent any eagles here? After he died, I kept hoping Id see some sign of him, but no eagle circled; no eagle cried.Three months later, a package arrived. Sent directly from a catalog company, it contained a packing slip with my stepmothers return address on it. What could it be? Mom never sent presents. I called her, thinking she might have made a mistake. “I dont know what came over me,” she laughed apologetically. “I just saw this kite catalog the other day, and suddenly I had an overwhelming urge to order one for you. So I did! I hope you enjoy flying it. Let me know how it goes.”Still puzzled, I opened the package, and following instructions, began to assemble the kite. First, I put bamboo struts into wide-stretched wings and a tail. Next, I attached them to the back of a bird-shaped body, as shown in the diagram. I then flipped the body over and pulled the string until the birds head, with its strong hooked beak, rose into position. When the final string was pulled, the chest expanded, exposing a bright red heart painted across the breast. I looked into the birds piercing eyes that stared straight into mine, and its open prey mouth crying without a sound. Suddenly I realized it was my eagle!I called Mom back and asked her what prompted the gift. Had Dad ever told her what we discussed? “No,” she said, perplexed at my question. “When I saw the kite, I just thought of you, and I had to get it, thats all. Is there something wrong?”“Not a thing, Mom. You couldnt have done better.”No matter where I live now, whether in a city, town, or countryside, when I sit down at my desk to write, I have the comforting awareness that, hanging from the ceiling and looking over my shoulder, there is an eagle with widespread wings and a bright red heart painted across its breast.（2）文学作品Life of Pi 少年 Pi的奇幻漂流加 扬 马特尔 （Yann Martel）少年 Pi的奇幻漂流讲述的是帕特尔的父亲决定全家带着动物移民加拿大，他们所乘坐的日本货船在太平洋失事，帕特尔侥幸生存下来，在海上漂泊了227天。期间最危险的就是与一只成年孟加拉虎理查德帕克的斗争。他曾想了 6种对付这只虎的计策。最后终于明白，只要保证了理查德 帕克的饮食，他就不会有危险。后来他利用老虎的一些弱点开始了驯虎的过程。这驯虎的过程也是少年帕特尔演变成成年男人的过程。When we reached land，Mexico to be exact，I was so weak I barely had the strength to be happy about it. We had great difficulty landing. The lifeboat nearly capsized in the surf. I streamed the sea anchors what was left of them full open to keep us perpendicular to the waves，and I tripped them as soon as we began riding a crest. In this way，streaming and tripping the anchors，we surfed in to shore. It was dangerous. But we caught one wave at just the right point and it carried us a great distance， past the high，collapsing walls of water. I tripped the anchors a last time and we were pushed in the rest of the way. The boat hissed to a halt against the sand.I let myself down the side. I was afraid to let go，afraid that so close to deliverance，in two feet of water，I would drown. I looked ahead to see how far I had to go. The glance gave me one of my last images of Richard Parker，for at that precise moment he jumped over me. I saw his body，so immeasurably vital， stretched in the air above me，a fleeting，furred rainbow. He landed in the water，his back legs splayed，his tail high，and from there，in a few hops，he reached the beach. He went to the left， his paws gouging the wet sand，but changed his mind and spun around. He passed directly in front of me on his way to the right. He didnt look at me. He ran a hundred yards or so along the shore before turning in. His gait was clumsy and uncoordinated. He fell several times. At the edge of the jungle，he stopped. I was certain he would turn my way. He would look at me. He would flatten his ears. He would growl. In some such way，he would conclude our relationship. He did nothing of the sort. He only looked fixedly into the jungle. Then Richard Parker，companion of my torment，awful，fierce thing that kept me alive，moved forward and disappeared forever from my life.I struggled to shore and fell upon the sand. I looked about. I was truly alone，orphaned not only of my family，but now of Richard Parker，and nearly，I thought，of God. Of course，I wasnt. This beach，so soft，firm and vast，was like the cheek of God，and somewhere two eyes were glittering with pleasure and a mouth was smiling at having me there.After some hours a member of my own species found me. He left and returned with a group. They were six or seven. They came up to me with their hands covering their noses and mouths. I wondered what was wrong with them. They spoke to me in a strange tongue. They pulled the lifeboat onto the sand. They carried me away. The one piece of turtle meat I had brought from the boat they wrenched from my hand and threw away.I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal，though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters，though that too was very moving. I was weeping because Richard Parker had left me so unceremoniously. What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell. I am a person who believes in form，in the harmony of order. Where we can，we must give things a meaningful shape. For example，I wonder could you tell my jumbled story in exactly one hundred chapters， not one more，not one less? Ill tell you，thats one thing I hate about my nickname，the way that number runs on forever. Its important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did，and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day. I wish so much that Id had one last look at him in the lifeboat，that I had provoked him a little，so that I was on his mind. I wish I had said to him then yes， I know，to a tiger，but still I wish I had said，“Richard Parker， its over. We have survived. Can you believe it? I owe you more gratitude than I can express. I couldnt have done it without you. I would like to say it formally: Richard Parker，thank you. Thank you for saving my life. And now go where you must. You have known the confined freedom of a zoo most of your life；now you will know the free confinement of a jungle. I wish you all the best with it. Watch out for Man. He is not your friend. But I hope you will remember me as a friend. I will never forget you，that is certain. You will always be with me，in my heart. What is that hiss? Ah， our boat has touched sand. So farewell，Richard Parker，farewell. God be with you.”The people who found me took me to their village，and there some women gave me a bath and scrubbed me so hard that I wondered if they realized I was naturally brown skinned and not a very dirty white boy. I tried to explain. They nodded and smiled and kept on scrubbing me as if I were the deck of a ship. I thought they were going to skin me alive. But they gave me food. Delicious food. Once I started eating，I couldnt stop.The next day a police car came and brought me to a hospital， and there my story ends.I was overwhelmed by the generosity of those who rescued me. Poor people gave me clothes and food. Doctors and nurses cared for me as if I were a premature baby. Mexican and Canadian officials opened all doors for me so that from the beach in Mexico to the home of my foster mother to the classrooms of the University of Toronto，there was only one long，easy corridor I had to walk down. To all these people I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks. （3）时文BBC新闻：充满记忆的钱包A wallet full of memories.BBC news - A man is being reunited with his wallet, 65 years after he dropped it down the back of a medieval bookcase at Lambeth Palace.Most of us have lost our wallet at some stage in our lives. But few would imagine having it returned after a nearly seven-decade gap. Edward Parker dropped his wallet in 1950 into an inaccessible spot behind a bookshelf, while working as an electrician, repairing World War Two bomb damage in the palace. The wallet stayed there until this year when a builder, doing some restoration work, finally found it.The wallet is a time capsule. Its leather and webbing has long ago started to disintegrate. But it contains numerous pictures of family, invoices, receipts, old union cards, results of a chest X-ray (sent to him in 1948, the same year as the NHS was founded), a national service card dated 9 December 1944 and a medical insurance card. His business cards - E Parker,