现代大学英语精读3课文电子版(完整版)资料.doc
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1、现代大学英语精读3课文电子版（完整版）资料(可以直接使用，可编辑 优秀版资料，欢迎下载）Lesson Four ：Wisdom of Bear Wood Michael Welzenbach 1. When I was 12 years old, my family moved to England, the fourth major move in my short life. My fathers government job demanded that he go overseas every few years, so I was used to wrenching myself aw
2、ay from friends.2. We rented an 18th-century farmhouse in Berkshire. Nearby were ancient castles and churches. Loving nature, however, I was most delighted by the endless patchwork of farms and woodland that surrounded our house. In the deep woods that verged against our back fence, a network of pat
3、hs led almost everywhere, and pheasants rocketed off into the dense laurels ahead as you walked.3. I spent most of my time roaming the woods and fields alone, playing Robin Hood, daydreaming, collecting bugs and bird-watching. It was heaven for a boy but a lonely heaven. Keeping to myself was my way
4、 of not forming attachments that I would only have to abandon the next time we moved. But one day I became attached through no design of my own.4. We had been in England about six months when old farmer Crawford gave me permission to roam about his immense property. I started hiking there every week
5、end, up a long, sloping hill to an almost impenetrable stand of trees called Bear Wood. It was my secret fortress, almost a holy place, I thought. Slipping through a barbed-wire fence, Id leave the bright sun and the twitter and rustle of insects and animals outside and creep into another world a va
6、ulted cathedral, with tree trunks for pillars and years accumulation of long brown needles for a softly carpeted floor. My own breathing rang in my ears, and the slightest stirring of any woodland creature echoed through this private paradise.5. One spring afternoon I wandered near where I thought I
7、d glimpsed a pond the week before. I proceeded quietly, careful not to alarm a bird that might loudly warn other creatures to hide.6. Perhaps this is why the frail old lady I nearly ran into was as startled as I was. She caught her breath, instinctively touching her throat with her hand. Then, recov
8、ering quickly, she gave a welcoming smile that instantly put me at ease. A pair of powerful-looking binoculars dangled from her neck. “Hello, young man,” she said. “Are you American or Canadian?”7. American, I explained in a rush, and I lived over the hill, and I was just seeing if there was a pond,
9、 and farmer Crawford had said it was okay, and anyhow, I was on my way home, so good-bye.8. As I started to turn, the woman smiled and asked, “Did you see the little owl from the wood over there today?” She pointed toward the edge of the wood.9. She knew about the owls? I was amazed.10. “No,” I repl
10、ied, “but Ive seen them before. Never close though. They always see me first.”11. The woman laughed. “Yes, theyre wary,” she said. “But then, gamekeepers have been shooting them ever since they got here. Theyre introduced, you know, not native.”12. “Theyre not?” I asked, fascinated. Anybody who knew
11、 this sort of stuff was definitely cool even if she was trespassing in my special place.13. “Oh, no!” she answered, laughing again. “At home I have books on birds that explain all about them. In fact,” she said suddenly, “I was about to go back for tea and jam tart. Would you care to join me?”14. I
12、had been warned against going off with strangers, but somehow I sensed the old woman was harmless. “Sure,” I said.15. “Im Mrs. Robertson-Glasgow,” she introduced herself, extending her fine hand.16. “Michael,” I said, taking it clumsily in my own.17. We set off. And as we walked, she told me how she
13、 and her husband had moved to Berkshire after hed retired as a college professor about ten years earlier. “He passed away last year,” she said, looking suddenly wistful. “So now Im alone, and I have all this time to walk the fields.”18. Soon I saw a small brick cottage that glowed pinkly in the west
14、ering sun. Mrs. Robertson-Glasgow opened the door and invited me in. I gazed about in silent admiration at the bookshelves, glass-fronted cases containing figures of ivory and carved stone, cabinets full of fossils, trays of pinned butterflies and, best of all, a dozen or so stuffed birds including
15、a glass-eyed eagle owl.19. “Wow!” was all I could say.20. “Does your mother expect you home at a particular time?” she asked as she ran the water for tea.21. “No,” I lied. Then, glancing at the clock, I added, “Well, maybe by five.” That gave me almost an hour, not nearly enough time to ask about ev
16、ery single object in the room. But between mouthfuls of tea and jam tart I learned all sorts of things from Mrs. Robertson-Glasgow.22. The hour went by much too swiftly. Mrs. Robertson-Glasgow had to practically push me out the door. But she sent me home with two large tomes, one full of beautiful i
17、llustrations of birds, and one of butterflies and other insects. I promised to return them the next weekend if she didnt mind my coming by. She smiled and said shed look forward to that.23. I had made the best friend in the world.24. When I returned the books, she lent me more. Soon I began to see h
18、er almost every weekend, and my well of knowledge about natural history began to brim over. At school, I earned the nickname “Prof” and some respect from my fellow students. Even the school bully brought me a dead bird he had found, or probably shot, to identify.25. During the summer I spent blissfu
19、lly long days with my friend. I discovered she made the finest shortbread in the world. We would explore Bear Wood, munching happily and discussing the books she had lent me. In the afternoons we would return to the cottage, and she would talk about her husband what a fine man hed been. Once or twic
20、e she seemed about to cry and left the room quickly to make more tea. But she always came back smiling.26. As time passed, I did not notice that she was growing frailer and less inclined to laugh. Familiarity sometimes makes people physically invisible, for you find yourself talking to the heart to
21、the essence, as it were, rather than to the face. I suspected, of course, that she was lonely; I did not know she was ill.27. Back at school, I began to grow quickly. I played soccer and made a good friend. But I still stopped by the cottage on weekends, and there was always fresh shortbread.28. One
22、 morning when I went downstairs to the kitchen, there was a familiar-looking biscuit tin on the table. I eyed it as I went to the refrigerator.29. My mother was regarding me with a strange gentleness. “Son,” she began, painfully. And from the tone of her voice I knew everything instantly.30. She res
23、ted her hand on the biscuit tin. “Mr. Crawford brought these this morning.” She paused, and I could tell she was having difficulty. “Mrs. Robertson-Glasgow left them for you.”31. I stared out the window, tears stinging my eyes.32. “Im sorry, Michael, but she died yesterday,” she went on. “She was ve
24、ry old and very ill, and it was time.”33. My mother put her arm about my shoulder. “You made her very happy, because she was lonely,” she said. “You were lucky to be such a good friend for her.”34. Wordlessly, I took the tin to my room and set it on my bed. Then, hurrying downstairs, I burst through
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