自己写的短篇英文小说在线阅读

① 求一篇短篇小说（英文的，字数500

How to learn English well
In China ,with the development of our country, now there are millions of
people learning english.
悔败But some of them feel that it is very hard to learn english well. why?
Some people think that if we want to learn English well we must learn
English grammar well first of all. Others believe we can't learn English well
unless we keep in mind as many English words and phrases as possible.
In my opinion, grammar rules，new words and phrases are very important，
but they are not enough. Fox example，some of english learners are quite good at
grammar and have learned by heart a lot of English words and phrases，yet they
can't express themselves in English when they meet foreign friends.
The best way to learn English well，I think，is to learn and use English
all the time. Don't be afraid of being laughed at. We'd better do a lot of listening，
咐袜speaking，reading and writing. If you can form the habit of thinking and writing
衡前激in English all day，you are sure to grasp the spirit of English and will be able to
read works in English within a short period of time.
Only in this way that I suggest，can we learn English well. So I think this the best way.

② 用英文写一篇短篇爱情小说

In the autumn of my last year at college，I got into the habit of studying at the Radcliffe library ．I didn't do it just to admire the girls，though I agree I liked that too．The place was quiet，nobody knew me，and there was less demand for the books I needed for my studies．The day before one of my midterm history exams，I still hadn't found time to read the first book on the reading list．（That，of course，is a very common disease at Harvard．） I walked over to the reservations desk to get one of the books which would save me from failing me exam the next day．There were two girls working there．One was a tall，sporty type．The other was the quiet kind，in glasses．I choseher-Middle Four Eyes．

‘Do you have English Society in the Middle Ages？’

She looked at me．It was a sharp，unfriendly look．‘Don't you have your own library at Harvard？’she asked．

‘Listen，Harvard students are allowed to use the Radcliffe library．’

‘I'm not talking about what you're allowed to do，Preppie．I'm talking about what's right and fair．You fellows have five million books．We only have a few thousand．’

My god，I thought．I wish I'd spoken to the sporty one！This girl's the type that thinks that，because there are five times as many men at Harvard as there are girls at Radcliffe，the girls gave to be five times as smart．Ican usually make those types feel pretty．But just then I badly needed that damn book．

‘Listen，I need that damn book．’

‘Would you please watch your language，Preppie．’

‘What makes you so sure I went to prep school？’

‘You look stupid and rich，’she said，removing her glasses．

‘You're wrong，’I said．‘I'm smart and poor．’

‘Oh，no，Preppie，’she said．‘I'm smart and poor．’

She was looking straight at me．Her eyes were brown．All right，maybe I look rich，but I wouldn't let a Radcliffe girl-even one with pretty eyes-call me stupid．

‘What makes you so smart？’I asked．

‘I wouldn't go for coffee with you，’she replied．

‘Listen-I wouldn't ask you．’

‘That，’she replied，‘is what makes you stupid．’

Let me explain why I took her for coffee．By al－lowing her to think I wanted to，I got that book．And， because she couldn't leave the library until closing time，I had plenty of time to study it．I learned some useful facts about the church and the law in the eleventh century．As a result，I got an A in my history exam．That，bythe way，was the mark I gave to Jenny's legswhen she first walked out from behind that desk．I can't say I gave her high marks for her clothes，however．They were rather strange，to say the least．I specially hated that In-dian thing that she used for a handbag．Fortunately I didn't mention this，as I later discovered that she had made that herself．

We went to a coffee shop near by．I ordered coffee for both of us，and a chocolate ice-cream for her．

‘I'm Jennifer Cavilleri，’she said．‘I'm American，but my family came from Italy．’I had guessed that al－ready．‘And I'm studying music，’she added．
sorry~太长了!!!

③ 谁能给我一篇英文的中篇小说 要自己写的 网上找不到的

http://www.oklink.net/book/s14/1237.htm
http://www.52en.com/sw/xs.html
这备枝有：
It was in June of 1935that I came home from my ranch in South America
for a stay of about six months.It had been a difficult time for us out
there.Like everyone else，we had suffered from world depression.I had
various affairs to see to in England that I felt could only be successful if
a personal touch was introced.My wife remained to manage the ranch.
I need hardly say that one of my first actions on reaching England was
to look up my old friend，Hercule Poirot.
I found him installed in one of the newest type of service flats in
London.I accused him (and he admitted the fact)of having chosen this
particular building entirely on account of its strictly geometrical
appearance and proportions.
"But yes，my friend，it is of a most pleasing symmetry，do you not find
it so?"
I said that I thought there could be too much squareness and，alluding
to an old joke，I asked if in this super-modern hostelry they managed to
ince hens to lay square eggs.
Poirot laughed heartily.
"Ah，you remember that?Alas!No-science has not yet inced the hens to
conform to modern tastes，they still lay eggs of different sizes and
colours!"
I examined my old friend with an affectionate eye.
He was looking wonderfully well-hardly a day older than when I had last
seen him.
"You're looking in fine fettle，Poirot，"I said."You've hardly aged at
all.In fact，if it were possible，I should say that you had fewer grey hairs
than when I saw you last."数轿
Poirot beamed on me.
"And why is that not possible?It is quite true."
"Do you mean your hair is turning from grey to black instead of from
black to grey?"
"Precisely."
"But surely that's a scientific impossibility!"
"Not at all."
"But that's very extraordinary.It seems against nature."
"薯滚肆As usual，Hastings，you have the beautiful and unsuspicious mind.Years
do not change that in you!You perceive a fact and mention the solution of it
in the same breath without noticing that you are doing so!"
I stared at him，puzzled.
Without a word he walked into his bedroom and returned with a bottle in
his hand which he handed to me.
I took it，for the moment uncomprehending.
It bore the words:
Revivit-To bring back the natural tone of the hair.
Revivit is not a dye.In five shades，Ash，Chestnut，Titian，Brown，Black.
"Poirot，"I cried."You have dyed your hair!"
"Ah，the comprehension comes to you!"
"So that's why your hair looks so much blacker that it did last time I
was back."
"Exactly."
"Dear me，"I said，recovering from the shock."I suppose next time I come
home I shall find you wearing false moustaches-or are you doing so now?"
Poirot winced.His moustaches had always been his sensitive point.He was
inordinately proud of them.My words touched him on the raw.
"No，no，indeed，mon ami.That day，I pray the good God，is still far
off.The false moustache!Quel horreur!"
He tugged at them vigorously to assure me of their genuine character.
"Well，they are very luxuriant still，"I said.
"N'est ce pas?Never，in the whole of London，have I seen a pair of
moustaches to equal mine."
A good job too，I thought privately.But I would not for the world have
hurt Poirot's feelings by saying so.
Instead I asked if he still practised his profession on occasion.
"I know，"I said，"that you actually retired years ago-""C'est vrai.To
grow the vegetable marrows!And immediately a murder occurs-and I send the
vegetable marrows to promenade themselves to the devil.And since then-I know
very well what you will say-I am like the prima donna who makes positively
the farewell performance!That farewell performance，it repeats itself an
indefinite number of times!"
I laughed.
"In truth，it has been very like that.Each time I say:this is the
end.But no，something else arises!And I will admit it，my friend，the
retirement I care for it not at all.If the little grey cells are not
exercised，they grow the rust."
"I see，"I said."You exercise them in moderation."
"Precisely.I pick and choose.For Hercule Poirot nowadays only the cream
of crime."
"Has there been much cream about?"
"Pas mal.Not long ago I had a narrow escape."
"Of failure?"
"No，no."Poirot looked shocked."But I-I，Hercule Poirot，was nearly
exterminated."
I whistled.
"An enterprising murderer!"
"Not so much enterprising as careless，"said Poirot."Precisely
that-careless.But let us not talk of it.You know，Hastings，in many ways I
regard you as my mascot."
"Indeed?"I said."In what ways?"
Poirot did not answer my question directly.He went on:
"As soon as I heard you were coming over I said to myself:something will
arise.As in former days we will hunt together，we two.But if so it must be
no common affair.It must be something"-he waved his hands
excitedly-"something recherche-delicate-fine......"He gave the last
untranslatable word its full flavour.
"Upon my word，Poirot，"I said.
"Anyone would think you were ordering a dinner at the Ritz."
"Whereas one cannot command a crime to order?
Very true."He signed."But I believe in luck-in destiny，if you will.It
is your destiny to stand beside me and prevent me from committing the
unforgivable error."
"What do you call the unforgivable error?"
"Overlooking the obvious."
I turned this over in my mind without quite seeing the point.
"Well，"I said presently，smiling，"has this super crime turned up yet?"
"Pas encore.At least-that is-"He paused.A frown of perplexity creased
his forehead.His hands automatically straightened an object or two that I
had inadvertently pushed awry.
"I am not sure，"he said slowly.
There was something so odd about his tone that I looked at him in
surprise.
The frown still lingered.
Suddently with a brief decisive nod of the head he crossed the room to a
desk near the window.Its contents，I need hardly say，were all neatly
docketed and pigeon-holed so that he was able at once to lay his hand upon
the paper he wanted.
He came slowly across to me，an open letter in his hand.He read it
through himself，then passed it to me.
"Tell me，mon ami，"he said."What do you make of this?"
I took it from him with some interest.
It was written on thickish white notepaper in printed characters:
Mr.Hercule Poirot，-You fancy yourself，don't you，at solving mysteries
that are too difficult for our poor thickheaded British police?Let us see，
Mr.Clever Poirot，just how clever you can be.Perhaps you'll find this nut
too hard to crack.Look out for Andover，on the 21st of the month.
Yours，etc.，A B C I glanced at the envelope.That also was printed.
"Postmarked WCI，"said Poirot as I turned my attention to the postmark.
"Well，what is your opinion?"
I shrugged my shoulders as I handed it back to him.
"Some madman or other，I suppose."
"That is all you have to say?"
"Well-doesn't it sound like a madman to you?"
"Yes，my friend，it does."
His tone was grave.I looked at him curiously.
"You take this very seriously，Poirot."
"A madman，mon ami，is to be taken seriously.A madman is a very dangerou
thing."
"Yes，of course，that is true......I hadn't considered that
point......But what I meant was，it sounds more like a rather idiotic kind
of hoax.Perhaps some convivial idiot who had had one over the eight."
"Comment?Nine?Nine what?"
"Nothing-just an expression.I meant a fellow who was tight.No，damn it，
a fellow who had had a spot too much to drink."
"Merci，Hastings-the expression "tight"I am acquainted with it.As you
say，there may be nothing more to it than that......"
"But you think there is?"I asked，struck by the dissatisfaction of his
tone.
Poirot shook his head doubtfully，but he did not speak.
"What have you done about it"I inquired.
"What can one do?I showed it to Japp.He was of the same opinion as you-a
stupid hoax-that was the expression he used.They get these things every day
at Scotland Yard.I，too，have had my share......"
"But you take this one seriously?"
Poirot replied slowly.
"There is something about that letter，Hastings，that I do not
like......"
In spite of myself，his tone impressed me.
"You think-what?"
He shook his head，and picking up the letter，put it away again in the
desk.
"If you really take it seriously，can't you do something?"I asked.
"As always，the man of action!But what is there to do?The county police
have seen the letter but they，too，do not take it seriously.There are no
fingerprints on it.There are no local clues as to the possible writer."
"In fact there is only your own instinct?"
"Not instinct，Hastings.Instinct is a bad word.It is my knowledge-my
experience-that tells me that something about that letter is wrong-"He
gesticulated as words failed him，then shook his head again.
"I may be making the mountain out of the anthill.In any case there is
nothing to be done but wait."
"Well，the 21st is Friday.If a whacking great robbery takes place near
Andover then-""Ah，what a comfort that would be-!"
"A comfort?"I stared.The word seemed to be a very extraordinary one to
use.
"A robbery may be a thrill but it can hardly be a comfort!"I protested.
Poirot shook his head energetically.
"You are in error，my friend.You do not understand my meaning.A robbery
would be a relief since it would dispossess my mind of the fear of something
else."
"Of what?"
"Murder."said Hercule Poirot.

④ 经典短篇英文小说

经典短篇小说好多呢！用词比较简单，但意义深刻！更重要的是每一篇都短小精悍！（符合你的要求哦）
1.《生火》杰克.伦敦 To Build a Fire (Jack LondonP
2.《厄谢尔府的倒塌》 爱伦.坡
The Fall of the House of Usher (Edgar Allan Poe)
3.《项链》莫泊桑 The Necklace (Guy de Maupassant)
4.《警察与赞美诗》欧.亨利 The Cop and the Anthem
(O Henry)
5.《麦琪的礼物》欧.亨利 Magi's gift (O Henry)
6.《最后一片藤叶》欧.亨利 The Last Leaf (O Henry)
7.《加利维拉县有名的跳蛙》马克.吐温 The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
（Mark Twain)
8.《人生的五种恩赐》马克.吐温
The Five Boons of Life （Mark Twain)
9.《三生客》 托马斯.哈代 The Three Strangers
(Thomas Hardy)
10.《敞开的落地窗》萨基 The Open Window (Saki)
11.《末代佳人》菲茨杰拉德 The Last of the Belles
(F.S.Fitzgerald)
12.《手》舍伍德.安德森 Hands
13.《伊芙琳》詹姆斯.乔伊斯 Eveline
14.《教长的黑色面纱》纳撒尼尔.霍桑

⑤ 有什么英语短篇小说推荐

1. “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” Flannery O’Connor

Few short stories have stuck with us as much as this one, which is probably O'Connor's most famous work — and with good reason. The Misfit is one of the most alarming serial killers we've ever met, all the more so for his politeness, and the story’s moral is so striking and terrifying that — whether you subscribe to the religious undertones or not — a reader is likely to finish and begin to reexamine their entire existence. Or at least we did, the first time we read it.
《好人难寻》这篇小说是奥康纳最为著名的作品，很少有其他短篇小说能像这篇一样给我们带来震撼。无论你是否能明了宗教般的潜在含义，看完这篇小说读者都会开始或是结束对存在的检视。

2. “The School,” Donald Barthelme

This story is very short, but pretty much perfect in every way. Though Barthelme is known for his playful, post modern style, we admire him for his ability to shape a world so clearly from so few words, chosen expertly. Barthelme never over explains, never uses one syllable too many, but effortlessly leads the reader right where he wants her to be. It's funny, it's absurdist, it's sad, it's enormous even in its smallness. It may be this writer’s favorite story of all time. You should read it.
这篇小说很短，但是堪称完美。巴塞尔姆的优秀就在于他能用精选的极少几个文字就为我们叙述了一个世界。他很少过多地解释，就把读者带到了他想要你去地方。

3. “In The Penal Colony,” Franz Kafka

Kafka called this one his“dirty story,”and thought it imperfect, but it's one of our favorites of his (though we also recommend “The Hunger Artist”and“A Country Doctor”). It's so obviously a story about writing, in some ultimate way — a machine punishes its victims by writing on them over and over until their bodies give out — but its as if, while the body is the source of every problem in the tale, every weakness, it is also the only place where true knowledge can be translated.
卡夫卡称自己的这篇小说是一个“很脏的故事”，认为并不完美，但是这个短篇确实我们的最爱之一。在小说中，我们可以体会到，身体是一切问题和弱点的根源，但身体也是唯一能转化真知的地方。

4. “Signs and Symbols,”Vladimir Nabokov

Another short one, we revere this story for its ability to turn every tiny detail into a portentous disaster, not to mention the fact that it's penned in Nabokov's effortlessly gorgeous, silvery prose. An old Jewish couple goes to visit their son in the mental hospital, only to be turned away because he has attempted to kill himself. And that's it, really. They go home and look though a photo album, eat some jam. The phonerings. But the whole thing is, perhaps, both a comment on the nature of insanity and the nature of the short story itself, with all its rules and strangeness and banality. And all its symbols, of course.
我们喜欢这篇小说的原因就在于，这个故事有能力把每个细微的细节瞬间变为一场灾难，而Nabokov在写这篇小说用的是轻松华丽水银泻地般的散文风格。

5. “Gooseberries,” Anton Chekhov

Chekhov's stories are indisputably among the greats, and this one, written rather late, is one of our favorites. Chekhov probes at both the frailty and the worth of humanity, not to mention the natureof life, both for the fortunate and the unfortunate. But like most of Chekhov's stories, there's no clear moral, there's no obvious takeaway. Some men sit around and discuss their thoughts, and we listen, mulling over the subtleties for ourselves.
契科夫的小说无疑是最伟大的作品之一，而这篇是我们的最爱。这篇小说像他的其他小说一样，没有清晰的道德标准，我们只是静静地看着几个人围坐着，讨论他们的思想。

6. “Sea Oak,” George Saunders

“Sea Oak” is Saunders's favorite of his own stories, we've heard, so because we find it so hard to choose among them, we've included it here on his own recommendation. Absurdist and satirical, and including at least one zombie shouting at her housemates to get laid, it's a weird one. But it's also concerned with placelessness, with family, with poverty, and like all of Saunders's stories, has a good, thumping heart under all that darkness and fun-poking.

这部小说是桑德斯最为喜爱的一步短篇，这也是我们听说的。因为我们很难做出选择，因此就把他自己的推介放在了这里。这部小说充满了荒诞和讽刺，但是也关心家庭和贫穷等问题。像他的其他小说一样，在黑暗和取笑中，也暗含着美好和快乐。

7. “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas,” Ursula K. LeGuin

LeGuin's parabolic tale, which won the Hugo Award for best short story in 1974, is a weird, spacious story about a city that seems to be a utopia — except for its one flaw, the single child that must always be kept in darkness and wretched misery so that the others may all live happily. Most of the citizens eventually accept this, but some do not, and silently leave the city, vanishing into the world around. Strange but pointed, Le Guin is a master of her genre.
勒古这部寓言般的短篇小说获得过1974年的“雨果奖”，是关于一个类似乌托邦的城市的荒诞又宏大的故事。

8. “The Veldt,” Ray Bradbury

This tale, from one of the greatest science fiction writers in history, is deliciously wicked. Though it was written in 1950, this kind of story — of children driven mad by want, of technology turning on its masters — will never get old. Until technology actually turns on us, that is. Then we probably won't want to hear about it.
布莱伯利作为历史上最富盛名的科幻小说家，这篇小说也是通过精心编写的。

9. “The Bear Came Over the Mountain,” Alice Munro

The undisputed queen of the short story, Alice Munro’s work is stark and often heartbreakingly raw, and this story of memory loss and the aching tenderness of human interaction is no different. Fun fact: this story was adapted into the film “Away from Her”, starring Julie Christie and Gordon Pinsent.

门罗是毫无争议的短篇小说女王，她的作品有一种朴实风格，常常带着心跳般的粗犷，这篇关于丧失记忆以及人类互动中的痛苦和柔弱的小说也不例外。

10. “The Nose,” Nikolai Gogol

Gogol might be the oldest writer on this list, but he’s also one of the weirdest — in a good way. Nabokov once wrote, “In Gogol…the absurd central character belongs to the absurd world around him but, pathetically and tragically, attempts to struggle out of it into the world of humans — and dies in despair.” What else can an absurd noseless man do, after all?
果戈里应该是这个书单上最久远的作家了，但是他也是最荒诞的小说家之一。纳博科夫曾近这样写道：“在果戈里的作品中，荒诞的人物属于他周围荒诞的世界，但是却可怜兮兮且悲惨地要逃离他的世界，最终死于绝望”。

⑥ 有没有自己写的短篇英语科幻小说不要翻译别人的！悬赏啊！

Science fiction story
AD 3,000
A group of scientists(including me) went to the bottom of the sea,some aliens are living there,they may cause a world war because they can take control of water.This time,we want to talk with them.
With the help of the sea-spaceship,we got the destination easily.To my surprise,this is a wonderful undersea world,beautiful fishes,and green coral reef which can make people feel great.
We didn't forget why we came here,but we saw no alien.Suddenly a huge screen was presented before us.It was playing a tsunami around India,and some wars around the world.Yes,this is our true life,I realized something,and turned around,a alien was looking us.Then,it began to say,"Human beings,you've made a lot trouble to the earth,e.g. The wars,the pollution,the experiment,etc.Now,we use the water to give you a tsunami,this is only a lesson for you.If you do this continuously,you will be punished!"
We were back to the ground,everything seemed peaceful,we knew what we should do.

The gone with the fire

the beginning

‘don‘t touch my salad!black-spirit!‘John said with a loud voice.

‘If you call me black-spirit again，white-monkey!I promise....‘

‘promise what?killing me?attention that we are thousands kilometres from the earth!‘john said，and taking the salad to his side.Then continue his speech，‘You know there are only two human in this space-ship-----you and me.So you‘d better not do some foolish things.‘Then john turn his eyesight to his bread，which covered a lot of salad again.

Though he is very angry，bob could do nothing but sustain.He really doesn‘t understand why john hit him only because his skin ，which is black.Bob continue eating his lunch ，chinese rice，too.

‘This is the centre of the space-technology on ground，received?Maya?‘The voice came from the radio.

‘This is maya space-ship，recieved，centre!‘John answerd quickly.

‘Is there all right?‘centre asked.

⑦ 推荐几部经典的英文短篇小说名字及其网址 可免费在线看的

英语小说在线阅读：Peter
and
Wendy[云南外语网]
http://www.ynenglish.com/Article/EnglishCourse/ReadingCourse/245_625620070208230800.shtml
英国作家罗尔德达尔的小说，《羊腿》。

⑧ 简短的英文小说最好有中文翻译好写读后感的。拜托了

《The Last Leaf O Henry》Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Johnsy's real name was Joanna.

《最后一片藤叶》欧 亨利许多画家住在纽约的格林尼治村。两个名叫苏和约翰妮的女士共同住在三层楼房顶楼的一个小房间中。约翰妮的真实名字叫乔安娜。

In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. Johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. She looked through the small window. She could see the side of the brick house next to her building.

11月份，一次从未见过的感冒袭击了这座城市。感冒引起的肺炎死了许多人。约翰妮躺在床上几乎动不了了。她向窗外望着，只能看到靠近她这座楼的一座砖房的外墙。

One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room.

一天早晨，一位医生对约翰妮作了检查并测量了她的体温，然后在另一个房间与苏开始交谈。

"She has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "And that chance is for her to want to live. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?"

他说：“她只剩下一次机会了——可以说只有10天的时间。这是她可以活下来的正昌机会。你的朋友认为自己的病没法治了。她有什么牵挂吗？”

"She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue.

苏说：“她—伏信—她希望有一天能够在意大利画那不勒斯海湾。”

"Paint?" said the doctor. "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?"

医生说：“画画？白日做梦！她有什么事情值得再三牵挂的吗——比如一个小伙子？”

"A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."

苏说：“一个小伙子？一个小伙子确实值得牵挂——但是可惜没有，医生；没有这样的小缺清轮伙子。”

"I will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines."

医生说：“我会按照科学的方法竭尽全力。但是当我的病人开始掰手指头去数出席自己葬礼的马车数量时，我认为药效会降低50%。”

After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.

医生走后，苏走进绘画间痛哭失声。然后她带着约翰妮的画板，抽泣着走进约翰妮的房间。

Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Young artists must work their way to "Art" by making pictures for magazine stories. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.

约翰妮脸向着窗户侧卧着。苏停止了抽泣，以为约翰妮睡着了。她开始为一家杂志的一则故事画一张简笔画。年青的画家们必须通过为杂志做画来为艺术而努力。她听到了一个低低的声音，并且重复了许多次。她开始迅速走到床边。

Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together.

约翰妮的双眼睁得大大的。她瞅着窗外数数——倒着数。她嘴里喃喃自语：“十二”，一小会儿后数到“十一”；之后是“十”和“九”；再后是“八”和“七”，不一会儿就数完了。

Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks.

苏向窗外望了望。外面有什么好数的呢？只有一座空空如也的院子以及七米开外的一座房子的外墙。还有一棵年久的葡萄藤，根部已经腐烂，藤叶爬到了半墙高。秋天的寒气已经使藤叶脱落，藤枝几乎光光如也，攀附在砖墙之上。

"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.

苏问道：“亲爱的，怎么了？”

"Six," said Johnsy, quietly. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."

约翰妮静静地答道：“六片。它们现在掉得更快了。三天前还有大约100片。数它们数得我头直发痛。但是现在容易了。又掉了一片。现在只剩下五片了。”

"Five what, dear?" asked Sue.

苏问道：“亲爱的，五片什么？”

"Leaves. On the plant. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"

“叶子。葡萄藤上的叶子。当最后一片叶子落下时，我也不得不走了。我知道还剩下三天了。医生没有对你说过吗？”

"Oh, I never heard of such a thing," said Sue. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. Don't be silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Try to eat some soup now. And, let me go back to my drawing, so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us."

苏说：“天哪，我从来没有听过这种说法。老葡萄藤叶与你病情好转有什么关系呢？以前你非常喜欢那棵葡萄藤。不要犯傻了。为什么呢，因为今天早上医生告诉我，你痊愈的机会不久就会出现——我们好好考虑一下他的话——他说痊愈的概率非常大！现在喝点汤吧。我去接着画画，好将画卖掉为买些食物与葡萄酒。”

"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another one. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."

约翰妮一边两眼紧盯着窗户，一边说道：“你用不着再去买葡萄酒了。又掉了一片叶子。不，我不需要什么汤了。那些叶子只剩下四片了。我想在天黑之前看到最后一片叶子落下。到时候我也该走了。”

"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by tomorrow."

苏说：“约翰妮，亲爱的，你能对我许诺把两眼闭上，直到我干完活再注视窗外吗？到明天我必须上交这些作品。”

"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."

约翰妮闭上双眼，脸色苍白地躺在床上，俨然一具摔碎的雕像，说道：“你一画完就告诉我，我想看着最后一片叶子落下。我等不及了。我懒得思考了。我想对一切都无所谓了，慢慢地死去，就如同一片可怜的、风雨飘摇的叶子。”

"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Mister Behrman up to be my model for my drawing of an old miner. Don't try to move until I come back."

苏说：“尽量睡一会儿吧，我必须给贝尔曼先生打电话，让他作我所画的一幅老矿工画像中的模特。在我回来之前，不要动了。”

Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor of the apartment building. Behrman was a failure in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little, old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him.

老贝尔曼是住在这座楼地下室的一个画家。在画画上他是一名失败者。许多年了，他始终在计划画出一幅杰作，但却从未着手。他通过为付不起专业模特费用的画家当模特挣一丁点钱。他是一位保护楼上两位女士的勇敢的、不起眼的老头。

Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas that had been waiting twenty-five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf.

苏在贝尔曼的房间中找到了他。在屋子的一角是一张已经等了25年以便进行创作的空白画布。苏将约翰妮的病情以及她对于自己的朋友如同一片叶子一样时刻会随风而逝的恐惧告诉了他。

Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a vine? Why do you let that silly business come in her brain?"

老贝尔曼对这样一种想法非常生气：“世界上有傻得因葡萄藤叶落下而自愿等死的人吗？你为什么会让她产生这样的愚蠢想法？”

"She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas."

苏答道：“她奄奄一息了，病情使她脑子里满是奇思怪想。”

"This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick," yelled Behrman. "Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away."

贝尔曼吼道：“这不是一个约翰妮小姐可以好好养病的地方。有一天我会完成一幅杰作，好让我们都可以搬出去。”

Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner.

当他们上楼时，约翰妮正在睡觉。苏将窗帘放了下来以挡住窗户。她与贝尔曼走进另一个房间。他们惊恐地望着窗外的那棵葡萄藤。然后他们无声地对视了一下。一场阴雨正在下着，其中还夹杂着雪花。贝尔曼坐了下来，开始摆出矿工的姿势。

The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window.

第二天早上，苏在睡了一小时觉之后醒来。她发现约翰妮大睁着双眼看着被挡住的窗户。

"Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly.

她小声地命令道：“拉开窗帘；我想看看。”

Sue obeyed.

苏照做了。

After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground.

在经历了一夜的狂风暴雨之后，在墙上还剩下一片叶子。这是这棵葡萄藤最后一片叶子了。叶子的中间依然绿中透黑。但是叶子的边上透着黄色。它勇敢地挺立在距离地面七米高的葡萄藤枝上。

"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall ring the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time."

约翰妮说：“这是最后一片叶子了。我以为昨天晚上它就会掉下来。我听到了风声。今天它就会掉下来，同时我也会走了。”

"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down toward the bed. "Think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"

苏一边将她苍白的脸扭到床的另一侧，一边说道：“亲爱的，亲爱的！即使你不考虑自己，也应该想想我。我能够怎么办呢？”

But Johnsy did not answer.

但是约翰妮没有应答。

The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there. Johnsy lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was preparing chicken soup.

第二天早上，当天亮的时候，约翰妮命令打开窗帘。葡萄藤叶子依然挂在那里。约翰妮躺在床上等了好长时间，双眼紧盯着这片叶子。然后她招呼正在做鸡汤的苏。

"I've been a bad girl," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now."

约翰妮说：“我始终是一个荒唐的女孩子。最后一片叶子依然挂在那里的事实说明了我是多少的荒唐。等死是错的。现在你可以喂我一口汤了。”

An hour later she said: "Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."

一个小时之后，她说：“我希望有一天能够画那不勒斯海湾。”

Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway.

这一天晚些时候，医生来了，苏在走廊上与他交谈。

"Even chances," said the doctor. "With good care, you'll win. And now I must see another case I have in your building. Behrman, his name is -- some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain."

医生说：“治愈的成败机会是均等的。精心照料你就会成功。现在我必须去看一下这座楼里的另外一位病人。他的名字叫贝尔曼——我想是一位画家。他患的也是肺炎。他是一个年老体弱的老头，病情非常严重。对他来说没有希望了；但是今天他才去医院治疗。”

The next day, the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now -- that's all."

第二天，医生对苏说：“她脱离危险了。你成功了。现在需要的就是营养与照料了。”

Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her.

那天晚些时候，苏来到约翰妮躺的病床旁边，用一只胳膊抱着她。

"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was sick only two days. They found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a terrible night.

她说：“小东西，我有话要对你说。今天贝尔曼先生在医院去世了。他病了两天。第一天早上，人们在他的地下室发现了病入膏肓的他。他的鞋子与衣服全湿透了，并且冰冷异常。人们不能想象出在这样一个风雨交加之夜他去哪儿了。”

And then they found a lantern, still lighted. And they found a ladder that had been moved from its place. And art supplies and a painting board with green and yellow colors mixed on it.

“然后，人们发现有一盏灯依然亮着。人们发现这盏灯的位置挪动了。旁边还有一些画画用的东西以及着了绿黄颜色的一张画板。”

And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."

“亲爱的，向窗外望一下，看看墙上挂着的那片葡萄藤叶子吧。你没有想过刮风之时它为何纹丝不动吗？哦，亲爱的，那是贝尔曼先生的杰作——就在那片叶子落下的晚上，他将它画了下来。”

⑨ 感人的英文短篇小说

第一节；在一个孤独的小岛上，叶子慌乱地奔跑着。 一个面目不清的男人在后面紧紧追着她，好几次那男人似乎一伸手就能捉住她了。
叶子没命地跑，然而总是跑不快，双脚好象是灌满了铅一样沉。
叶子想呼叫，却叫不出声。叶子已经跑不动了，而且在她面前是一片汪洋，她无处可逃。
叶子瘫痪在地上，闹档她惊恐地回过头，却不见了那个男人。她刚吁了一口气，却发现一条浑身血红的蛇正在向她爬来。
叶子挣扎着要逃，却怎么都站不起来。而且她发现，不知什么时候她已经变得赤身裸体的了！
血红的蛇昂着血红的头向她爬来，叶子绝望地闭上了眼睛。
然而，血红的蛇并没咬她，而是顺着她的脚往上爬。她感到蛇身的圆润滑爽，触在她小腿的肌肤上，竟有一种莫名的快意。血红的蛇还在往上爬，经过她的大腿时，她甚至感觉到了一种似曾相识的温润。
那高昂的血红的蛇头注视着她，似乎在做进攻前的准备。
叶子忽然想起什么，急忙用双手捂住下身。
那血红的蛇头犹豫了一下，突然迅猛地直插了过来，从她的手指间顺利地进入了她的身体！
叶子失声尖叫起来！
叶子终于从梦境中惊醒了过来，小夜灯粉色的光温柔地充满卧室的空间。她伸手开了床头灯。这时，她感觉到了身体某个地方的湿润。
她不明白最近为什么总在做这些离奇古怪的梦，而每次做梦总和她的身体有关…… 一场突如其来的大雨，把这座城市笼罩在告如了昏暗的雨雾中。
叶子站在中天大厦最高一层的落地玻璃窗前，看着雨水顺着玻璃不停地向下流淌，仿佛是千万条悬空的小溪。
因为加班赶一份文案，叶子没能按时下班赶在大雨到来之前回去。虽然，在下班前就已经预见这场大雨。所以当同事们尤其是那些女孩子在下班前几分钟，就在嚷嚷着呼朋唤友地准备逃离写字楼时，叶子仍然埋头在电脑前，不为所动。
叶子觉得下雨没什么可怕的，相反倒是给人一种清新的空气。大雨洗涤过的城市特别干净，就连树木花草都显得格外清新。怕下雨的不过是那些故作娇柔的女孩子的一种作态罢了。
但当她终于把手头的工作做完时，她才发现，这场大雨没她想的那么简单。从下班前几分钟就一直下到现在，而且丝毫没有要停下来的意思。
刚开始，叶子还心情很好地站在窗前居高临下地欣赏雨景。然而，随着时间的推移，她看到大雨一点也没有变小，她开始有点心急了。而且，大厦管理员已经第三次敲她的门，示意她大厦要清场了。
叶子不得不离开写字楼，下到楼底站在大厦的门廊，雨势还是没有减退。
大街上几乎没有行人，只有各种各样的车辆在雨幕中穿梭，飞驰的车轮溅起两扇白色的水花。
也许天黑这雨也停不了，叶子开始有点着急起来。她住在郊外的鸣泉山庄，过了八点就没有专线车了。打出租车至少要花七、八十元钱，这是她一天的工资了。而且这大雨天，出租车也不是那么好打的。一想到这，一向沉静的叶子不由得也急躁起来，不时四处张望着，希望能有空的出租车从这里经过，但很快她就气馁了，因为这么长的时间，她没有看到一辆出租车是空的。
叶子心一急，就不停地原地踏步。恍惚中她感觉到好像有人在注意她。她回过头，果然离她不远的地方，站着一个四十岁左右的男人，正注视着她，而且那目光中分明含有一种轻薄的成分。
男人，尤其是这种年龄的男人，在看年轻漂亮的女孩子时，都用这种目光，那是一种恨不得马上扒掉别人衣服的目光，阴郁暧昧而充满欲望。
叶子厌恶地把脸转过一边，对这种男人，她心里充满了鄙视和厌恶。
一辆白色的别克轿车驶来，停在了门廊前。那男人走过来打开车门上了车，坐在车上，他朝叶子笑了笑，说：“小姐，要不要送你？你看这雨下得好大的！”
从发现他的那时起，叶子就知道他会这么说。叶子心里冷笑了一下，不理他。
那男人自讨没趣，只好尴尬地笑了笑关上了车门，轿车无声液友乱地向前滑了出去。看着远去的车尾，叶子突然感到自已刚才有点过分了，不管怎么样，出于礼节也应该对他说声谢谢，或许人家真的是出于好心。叶子感觉到自已有点失态了。
都是这该死的雨！
忽然，那车又回来了，不过是亮着倒车灯倒回来的，一直倒到叶子的身边才停下，车门打开，那男人下车递给叶子一把雨伞，说：“小姐，这伞您先用着吧，这雨怕是一时半时停不了的。”
“这？”叶子几乎是没有犹豫就接过了伞，并对他连声道谢。他笑了笑转身上了车，关上了车门。
“哎，先生，这伞我怎么还给你呀？”叶子追上前问。
“不用还了，送你用吧。”他欲摇上车窗。
“那怎么行，先生，这伞我是一定要还给你的。”叶子说。
他沉吟了一下，递给叶子一张名片说：“如果要还，你就打电话给我罢。”说完关上车窗走了。
“谢谢！”叶子冲着远去的车喊道。 叶子终于赶上了末班专线车，回到鸣泉山庄时，天已经完全黑了下来。叶子顺便在山庄街市吃了一碗面，就算吃了晚餐了。她到超市买了些水果就上楼了。
这两居室是以月租一千元人民币从一个姓杨的香港人手里租下来的。鸣泉山庄因为远离市区，交通不是很方便。因此住在这里的大都是有私家车的业主，他们大多数都是住在掬水湾别墅区。高层住宅区主要是一些在广州打工的白领阶层购买的。也有一部分是像杨先生那样的香港人买了作为回内地时的歇脚点，他们当中更多的是作为和内地情人幽会用的。因为他们知道在大陆租房子和情人幽会，风险极高。不但手续繁琐，光是那些名目繁多的检查就让人心惊肉跳。所以有点钱的香港人都喜欢买一套房子放在内地让情人居住，自已则在周末和节假日回来幽会。毕竟是业主，没有人会来麻烦。而更多的则是象叶子这样的租住户，虽然他们也算是白领，但属于那种还没有在广州站稳脚跟的白领，和那些四处漂泊的民工不同的是，他们从事的工作相对来说比较体面，收入也比较高并且相对稳定。
在广州，拥有一套属于自已的房产，就等于在广州市有了合法的身份。否则，就永远是盲流和“三无人员”，面临着随时被罚款、拘留、送进收容站的危险。

⑩ [经典的短篇英文笑话] 经典英文短篇小说集

笑话是民族文化不可或缺的一部分。透过笑话我们可以看到一个民族的生存环境、生活方式、社会关系和心理特征等等。我整理了经典的短篇英文笑话，欢迎阅读!

经典的短篇英文笑话篇一
persistance

returning from a golf outing, my husband was greeted at the door by sara, our four-year-old daughter. "daddy, who won the golf game? you or uncle richie?"

"uncle richie and i don't play golf to win," my husband hedged. "we just play to have fun."

undaunted, sare said, "okay, daddy, who had more fun?"

缠住不放

丈夫打完高尔夫球回来，我们四岁的女儿莎拉兄胡在门口迎了上去。“爸爸，谁赢了高尔夫球比赛，是好改你还是理查叔叔?”

“我和理查叔叔打高尔夫球不是为赢，”丈夫推诿说。“我们打球只是为了好玩而已。”

莎拉毫不气馁，又问：“那么，爸爸，谁觉得更好玩呢?”
经典的短篇英文笑话篇二
a thank-you letter

"Are you writing a thank-you letter to Grandpa like I told you?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Your handwriting seems very large."

"Well, Grandpa's deaf, so I'm writing very loud."

“你是在按照我说的给爷爷写信感谢他吗?”

“是的，妈妈。”

“羡袜拦你的字好象写得太大了。”

“嗯，爷爷的耳朵不好，所以我写得大声点儿。”

H2O

Teacher: What is the chemical formula ofwater?

Student: HIJKLMNO.

Teacher: What are you talking about?

Student: Yesterday you said H to O.

老师：水的化学分子式是什么?

学生：HIJKLMNO。

老师：你在说什么?

学生：你昨天说的从H到O。
经典的短篇英文笑话篇三
Bachelor

Jack feell off his bicycle and got hurt. A beautiful young nurse asked him to fill forms. Jack finished them and gave them back."Anything else?" The nurse asked. "Yes,"Jack thinks for a while and said,"I'm a bachelor."

杰克骑车摔伤，得住院治疗。一位年轻美貌的护士拿着表格让填。仞杰克填好递上表格"还有什么漏填的?"护士问. "有!"杰克想了想说，"我是个单身汉."