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1、2022英语短篇小说,提供英语短篇小说在线阅读与下载!篇一：英文小说推荐篇目 英语小说阅读推荐篇目：（女生） 短篇或中篇 格林盖布尔斯来的安妮又称绿山墙的安妮喜欢 鬼妈妈其实不恐怖，喜欢 爱丽丝漫游仙境我第一部看的英文版小说 绿野仙踪 简爱必读，简单的可以去读牛津书虫版，要提高的选择其他更详细的吧 小王子 小公子 孤女努力记喜欢 阿拉丁和神灯 长腿叔叔喜欢 麦琪的礼物 警察与赞美诗 欧也妮葛朗台 长篇 小公主我小时候最喜欢的 傲慢与偏见女生都应该读的，个人认为女主与男主的结局在那个年代不太可能 童年在人间我的大学 魔法灰姑娘挺有趣的 蓝色海豚岛讲的是印第安女生在岛上独自生活的故事，较喜欢，也不

2、长，但没耐心看生活类故事的同学请放弃 鲁滨逊漂流记同上 小妇人 悲惨世界我较喜欢的，个人觉得比巴黎圣母院好看 （男生） 在月亮下面 世界上最冷的地方 彼得潘 水孩子 麦琪的礼物 警察与赞美诗 童年在人间我的大学 小王子 基督山伯爵有必要的 哈利波特全集 悲惨世界我较喜欢的，个人觉得比巴黎圣母院好看 蓝色海豚岛讲的是印第安女生在岛上独自生活的故事，较喜欢，也不长，但没耐心看生活类故事的同学请放弃 鲁滨逊漂流记同上/指环王 欧也妮葛朗台/高老头 PS：男生的小说，我看的不多，（以上小说我看的大部分也只是中文版的）男女生间的阅读差别没有那么大，以上所列均可读。英文版可先选择 牛津书虫版的 看（基本上

3、都有，若没有也请选择自己能接受的、能读懂的英文版，否则很难坚持下去），读完后请写读后感一篇（英文）。最后加一部老师推的歌剧魅影篇二：英文短篇小说The Nightingale and theRose 2. The Nightingale and the Rose (by Oscar Wilde) She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried the young Student; but in all my garden there is no red rose. From her nest in

4、the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered. No red rose in all my garden! he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of

5、philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched. Here at last is a true lover, said the Nightingale. Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom

6、, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow. The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night, murmured the young Student, and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till da

7、wn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break. Here indeed is t

8、he true lover, said the Nightingale. What I sing of, he suffers - what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased

9、 of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold. The musicians will sit in their gallery, said the young Student, and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the

10、floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept. Why is he weeping? asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tai

11、l in the air. Why, indeed? said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. Why, indeed? whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. He is weeping for a red rose, said the Nightingale. For a red rose? they cried; how very ridiculous! and the little Lizard, who was something

12、of a cynic, laughed outright. But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love. Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and lik

13、e a shadow she sailed across the garden. In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are white, it answere

14、d; as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sundial, and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sundial. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I

15、 will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are yellow, it answered; as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneat

16、h the Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are red, it answered, as

17、 red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year. One red rose is all I want, cried the

18、 Nightingale, only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it? There is away, answered the Tree; but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you. Tell it to me, said the Nightingale, I am not afraid. If you want a red rose, said the Tree, you must build it out of music by moonlight, an

19、d stain it with your own heart'sblood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine. Death is a great price to pay for a red rose, cried the Nightingale

20、, and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is bet

21、ter than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man? So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove. The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had lef

22、t him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is w

23、iser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame- coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense. The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understan

24、d what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books. But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches. Sing me one last song, he whispered; I shall feel very lonely when y

25、ou are gone. So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar. When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket. She has form, he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - that c

26、annot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has

27、 some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good. And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep. And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale

28、flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her. She sang

29、first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river - pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the w

30、ings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree. But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the

31、 Day will come before the rose is finished. So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid. And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the

32、 bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose. 篇三：短篇小说-pute 短篇小说：谁才是偷饼干的人？ The Cookie Thief 饼干小偷 A woman was waiting at an airport o

33、ne night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to sit. She was engrossed in her book but happened to see that the man sitting beside her, as bold as he could be, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in betwee

34、n them. She tried to ignore it to avoid a scene, so she munched some cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief kept eating. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I werent so nice, I would blacken his eyes.” With each cookie she took, he took one, too;

35、when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her a half, and ate the other. She snatched it from him and thought, “Oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and hes so rude! Why he didnt ev

36、en show any gratitude !” She had never known when she had been so angry, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the rude thief. She boarded the plane, sank in her seat, and looked for her book, which was almost

37、complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprisethere was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes. “If mine is here,” she moaned in despair, “the others were his, and he tried to share!” Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the thief. 词汇: engro

38、ss:使全神贯注；grab: 抓取，攫取。 avoid a scene: 免得大吵大闹；munch:用力咀嚼；gusty:津津有味的，兴致勃勃的。 irritate: 激怒，使恼怒；tick by: 使（分、秒等）滴答滴答过去；blacken:使变黑。 snatch: 夺走，抓走。 nerve: 勇气，胆量。 gratitude：感激之情。 sigh: 叹气；relief: （痛苦、忧愁等消除后感到的）轻松，宽慰。 board: 上飞机。 moaned: 呻吟，呜咽；despair: 绝望。 珍珠项链 一串塑料珍珠项链让珍妮爱不释手，妈妈为她买了下来，但是珍妮要做家务活来“赚”取它。爸爸索要项

39、链时，珍妮宁肯舍弃自己心爱的玩具，也要将其保留。然而，珍妮经过一番痛苦挣扎，最终放弃了项链。然而，就在她交出项链的那一刻，爸爸给了她一份意想不到的礼物：一串美丽无比、真真正正的珍珠项链！原来，爸爸一直在等她放弃那条塑料项链，送她真正的珍珠项链！ Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty five-year-old girl. One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced at $2.50. H

40、ow she wanted that necklace, and when she asked her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said, “Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I'll tell you what. I'll buy you the necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of chores that you can do to

41、pay for the necklace. And dont forget that for your birthday Grandma just might give you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?” Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace for her. Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day, and sure enough, her grandma gave her a brand-new dollar bill for

42、her birthday. Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls. How Jenny loved those pearls. She wore them everywhere to kindergarten, bed and when she went out with her mother to run errands. The only time she didnt wear them was in the shower. Her mother had told her that they would turn her neck green! Jenny

43、had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would get up from his favorite chair every night and read Jenny her favorite story. One night when he finished the story, he said, “Jenny, do you love me? ” “Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you, ” the little girl said. “Well, then, give me your pear

44、ls. ” “Oh! Daddy, not my pearls!” Jenny said. “But you can have Rosy, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party outfit , too. Okay? ” “Oh no, darling, that's okay.”Her father brushed her cheek with a kiss. “Good night, little one

45、. ” A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, “Do you love me? ” “Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you. ” “Well, then, give me your pearls. ” “Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? Shes my favorite. Her hair is so soft, and you ca

46、n play with it and braid it and everything. You can have Ribbons if you want her, Daddy,” the little girl said to her father. “No, that's okay,” her father said and brushed her cheek again with a kiss. “God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams. ” Several days later, when Jennys father came in to

47、read her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was trembling .“ Here, Daddy, ” she said, and held out her hand. She opened it and her beloved pearl necklace was inside. She let it slip into her fathers hand. With one hand her father held the plastic pearls and the other he pulled out of

48、his pocket a blue velvet box. Inside of the box were real, genuine , beautiful pearls. He had had them all along. He was waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her the real thing. 朋友的祈祷 A Friend's Prayer 我应允了他唯一的祈求，若非如此，你根本得不到我任何的赐予?他祈祷让你的祈求都能应验。 A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men aboard were able to swim to a small, desert-like island