2016届高三英语美文阅读（三）
螺内酯片的作用
（1）美文
Love Never Dies
BY CINDY HURN
Separated by two countries and an ocean, Dad and I had not en each other for veral 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 hairdresr’s 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 you’re 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 e an eagle, you’ll know I’m with you.”
Knowing my father’s affinity with birds, particularly with bald eagles, I wasn’t surprid at his answer. Years before, when he visited my hou in Canada, he was fascinated with two eagles that nested high in the Douglas fir behind our cluded property. Each time he stood outside, it emed as if they knew him; they circled high above him and called down in spearing cries until he smiled and acknowledged them.
When I 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 Dad’s spirit reach me, if there weren’t any eagles here? After he died, I kept hoping I’d e 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 stepmother’s return address on it. What could it be? Mom never nt prents. I called her, thinking she might have made a mistake. “I don’t 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 asmble 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 bird’s head, with its strong hooked beak, ro into position. When the final string was pulled, the chest expanded, exposing a bright red heart painted across the breast. I looked into the bird’s 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 discusd? “No,” she said, perplexed at my question. “When I saw the kite, I just thought of you, and I had to get it, that’s all. Is there something wrong?”
“Not a thing, Mom. You couldn’t have done better.”我的祖国简谱歌谱
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·节约用水图画帕克的斗争。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 a 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留学gpa，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模糊语言，collapsing walls of water. I tripped the anchors a last time and we were pushed in the rest of the way. The boat hisd to a halt against the sand.
I let mylf down the side. I was afraid to let go，afraid that so clo to deliverance，in two feet of water，I would drown. I looked ahead to e how far I had to go. The glance gave me one of my last images of Richard Parker预防近视的内容，for at that preci 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老鸭汤家常做法，杨露禅生平简介but changed his mind and spun around. He pasd directly in front of me on his way to the right. He didn’t look at me. He ran a hundred yards or so alo
ng the shore before turning in. His gait was clumsy and uncoordinated. He fell veral 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.
