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1、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 befo
2、re 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.With
3、out 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
4、 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 se
5、ttled 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
6、, 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
7、 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
8、 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 wa
9、s 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 D
10、ad 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, w
11、hen 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
12、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
13、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
14、 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 del
15、iverance，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
16、 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 woul
