英语家庭短篇小说

㈠ 斯蒂文森kidnapped简介

kidnapped的翻译为《绑架》

1、作品简介

Conrad和 Ellie是纽约市一对有钱有势的夫妇，某天他们的孩子突遭绑架，周围每个人都有嫌疑。FBI和一个私人谈判小组相继介入此案。

大家都认为无法及时解救这个孩子，但随着剧情的推移，这个表面上看起来"完美无缺"的家庭却逐渐暴露出不为人知的秘密。这部电视剧所聚焦的是一场精心设计的游戏，绑匪、执法机构（FBI、私人谈判小组）和表里不一的受害人家庭三方暗暗角力。

2、作者简介

罗伯特·路易斯·斯蒂文森(1850一1894)，苏格兰随笔作家、诗人、小说家、游记作家、新浪漫主义代表。斯蒂文森出生于苏格兰爱丁堡，早年就读于爱丁堡大学。他从学生时代起即酷爱文学，一生多病，但有旺盛的创作力。

斯蒂文森的作品题材繁多，构思精巧，其探险小说和惊险小说更是富于独创性和戏剧性力量，其代表作有《金银岛》《化身博士》《诱拐》等，斯蒂文森亦以之在读者中获得巨大声望。对他的诗人身份，一般读者并不了解。

他逝世以后，长期被认为只是一位模仿他人风格的散文作家和儿童读物及通俗读物作家，直到二十世纪五十年代，才被有识者推崇为具有独创性和才能的作家。

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1、创作特点

史蒂文森的小说在叙事聚焦方面的灵活多变及创造性，说明了他一直秉持的对技巧的多样性的有意识的创造。这是史蒂文森作为一位著名的浪漫主义小说家的一面，而另一方面。虽然史蒂文森以冒险小说闻名，他却认为自己是个散文家和现实主义者。

从他的散文创作来看，史蒂文森是一位现实主义者，一位对生活模式及行为敏锐的观察家。描写生活中的真人真事、现实中的真情实感，这些正是他的苏格兰散文的特点。史蒂文森作为一名散文家的一面是不应该受到忽视的。

例如《金银岛》在小说伊始便以少年吉姆·霍金斯的口吻采用倒叙进行描述：“乡绅屈利劳尼先生、李甫西大夫和其他几位绅士要我把有关藏宝岛的全部详情从头至尾毫无保留地写下来……我就拿起笔来，回到我父亲开设本葆将军客店里的时代。”

这首先为整部作品定下了一个基调，即读者必须跟随第一人称的“我”来回忆整个已经发生过的冒险历程。第一人称的设置可以迅速拉近读者与作品文本之间的距离，给人以身临其境的感受，增加作品的感染力。

而以“回忆”的口吻进行倒叙则从时空逻辑的维度确立了整个历险是已经发生过了的，因而它具有绝对的、不容置疑的真实性。

史蒂文森早期生活在大英帝国本土，与同时代的大多数作家一样，潜意识里认可帝国有理的观念，为帝国事业写作。随着其远离大英帝国本土。长时间生活在土著人中间，目睹了帝国给当地土著人带来的破坏和灾难。

转而同情土著人，对帝国的侵略破坏行为表示愤怒，在其后的作品中更多地表达了作者反对殖民的愿望和立场，完成了从殖民到后殖民写作的转变。

史蒂文森作品中体现出超于其时代的精神，作为白人作家，他体恤被殖民者之痛，不齿列强殖民行径，明辨是非不偏不倚。

例如《弗丽沙海滩》、《海岛之夜娱乐记》和《在南洋》等游记散文和故事集，描绘了一个梦幻般美丽和谐的海岛世界。尤其重要的是，他于1892年出版了堪称史著的《历史的注脚》。

这部作品主要依据他自己在萨摩亚的经历写成，详细记录了在西方殖民者的策划操纵下，萨摩亚岛上内战之火肆意蔓延，岛民饱受涂炭的史实，字里行间流露着对殖民者罪恶行径的愤慨，表达了对土著人的深切同情。

这部作品文笔犀利、鞭挞无情，最为集中地体现了作者反殖民、主张种族和文明平等的思想。

批评家认为史蒂文森将文学和民俗融合成新的传统，才使得他的浪漫冒险作品更有批评价值。结合现代性与魔幻性，试图用民间信以为真的迷信传说来颠覆英国传统文学文化的统治地位，冲破英帝国主义的禁锢。

史蒂文森经过一段时间的散文和文学评论写作后开始了短篇小说的创作。自1877年发表第一个短篇《借宿一夜》以来，史蒂文森一直致力于短篇小说的叙述技巧和人物呈现的革新。

他的短篇在风格和主题上跨度很大，有悬疑故事，也有寓言式幻想故事，有冒险故事也有性格分析经典，从多方面反映了作者个性和创作的多面性。

2、作者影响

史蒂文森在世时是一位名人，但随着现代文学在第一次世界大战崛起后，他的作品被归类为儿童文学与恐怖小说的类型。史蒂文森遭到一些像维吉尼亚·伍尔芙与伦纳德·伍尔夫（Leonard Woolf）的批评，而他也逐渐被排除在学校教授的文学经典之外。

这种情况在1973年达到巅峰，当年厚达2000页的《牛津英文文学选集》完全忽略了史蒂文森。而《诺顿英国文学选集》从1968年到2000年为止也没有提到史蒂文森，只有2006年的第8版才包括他在内。

在20世纪晚期，史蒂文森开始被重新评价成一位拥有过人洞察力的艺术家、文学理论家、随笔作家与社会评论家，也被认为是南太平洋殖民历史的见证人与人类学家。随着新的学术研究，他被认为与约瑟夫·康拉德及亨利·詹姆斯地位相当。

无论学术反应是如何，史蒂文森仍然是非常受欢迎的。根据《翻译索引》（Index Translationum）的资料显示，史蒂文森排名第25位，位于查尔斯·狄更斯、奥斯卡·王尔德与爱伦·坡之前。

史蒂文森是英国文学新浪漫主义的代表之一，也是最多产的作家之一。他的浪漫冒险小说是自《沃尔特·斯科特爵士》问世以来英国最受公众喜爱的作品。

小说《金银岛》（Treasure Island）（1883年），是关于寻找海盗宝藏的故事，也是他的浪漫小说中最受欢迎的一部，同时还是最受欢迎的英语儿童书籍之一。《化身博士》（1886年），是一部关于人类双重性格的讽刺性小说，同时也是描述心理活动的悬疑恐怖小说。

《儿童诗园》（1885年），是一部经典作品。在怪诞题材的“马克汉姆”和“丑陋的珍妮特”、悲剧题材的《法理丝的海滩》、幻想题材的《迈尔斯特·多尔阁下》等作品中，史蒂文森证明了自己还是一位短篇小说大师。史蒂文森是英国文学史上第一位将短篇小说当作一个体裁探索的作家。

在他之前，司各特和狄更斯认为短篇小说是低于长篇的体裁，从而当作长篇的副产品来写作。他的散文、游记以及信函文字优美、内容睿智且见闻广博。

史蒂文森的著作使得他在有生之年非常受欢迎，受到了许多作家的赞美，其中包括约瑟夫·鲁德亚德·吉卜林、豪尔赫·路易斯·博尔赫斯、弗拉基米尔·纳博科夫、欧内斯特·海明威等文学大师。但是在他去世后他的文学声誉开始下降，并且后人仅仅认为他是一名杰出的儿童故事作家。

网络-罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森许多现代主义的作家并不认同他，因为史蒂文森是大众化的，而且他的作品并不符合他们所定义的文学。然而，到了20世纪中期，评论家对其作品进行了新的评价，开始审视史蒂文森而且将他的作品放入西方经典中，并将他列为19世纪最伟大的作家之一。

时至今日，史蒂文森的诗集《儿童诗苑》仍是英国家喻户晓的儿童读物中的优秀作品。《不列颠网络全书》高度评价他的儿童诗是“无与伦比”的。他的抒情诗集《矮树丛》也同样受到广泛欢迎和高度赞扬。

㈡ 【寻找一篇短篇英文小说】英语老师介绍的，说曾刊登在《时代》上。最主要的特点是英文都用中式表达

<Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother>, <虎妈妈的战歌>
作者: Amy Chua 2011年在美国出版, 240页
因这本书, 现在大家都叫她"虎妈"了.
书的副标题是:“This is a story about a mother, two daughters, and two dogs. This was supposed to be a story of how Chinese parents are better at raising kids than Western ones. But instead, it's about a bitter clash of cultures, a fleeting taste of glory, and how I was humbled by a thirteen-year-old.”
“这是一个关于一个母亲，两个女儿和两只狗的故事。本应是华人父母如何比西方父母更好教养孩子的故事。但却成了一个苦涩的文化冲突，一个稍纵即逝的荣耀的品尝，和我是如何在一个13岁的孩子前的谦卑的故事。"

㈢ lovejessestuart全文

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作者 杰斯·斯图亚特

昨天，当明朗的太阳照耀在枯萎的玉米上时，我的父亲和我走在新开垦的土地边，准备做一个栅栏。牛群在悬崖上不断从栗子橡树中穿过，并踩踏玉米苗。它们咬掉玉米苗的顶端，踏碎玉米的须茬。
我的父亲走在玉米地田梗上。鲍勃，我们的牧羊犬，走在我父亲的前面。我们听到一只地松鼠在空地边缘的枯树的树顶上虚张声势地吹着口哨。“来吧，干掉他，鲍勃。”我的父亲说道。他举起一根玉米苗，苗的根部已经枯萎脱水，地松鼠为了遗留在柔嫩根部的甜玉米粒把它们挖了出来。这是一个干燥的春季，泥土里的玉米一直长得很好，已经发芽了。地松鼠喜欢这种玉米，它们把一行行玉米挖开，把甜玉米粒吃掉，幼嫩的玉米桔梗就这样被杀死了，我们不得不重新种植。
我看到父亲一直让鲍勃去追咬那些地松鼠，他跳过了玉米行，开始向地松鼠跑去。我也向空地跑去，鲍勃正在那儿又跳又叫。尘埃在我们脚后形成一个小小的漩涡，大团的尘埃跟着我们。
“是一条公的黑蛇，”我父亲说，“杀了他，鲍勃！杀了他，鲍勃！”
鲍勃跳起来抓住蛇以便让他不能动弹，同时来个措手不及。鲍勃已经在今年春天杀了28条铜斑蛇，他知道怎样杀死一条蛇，但他并没有急于杀死这一条。他从容且出色地完成他的工作。
“别杀了这条蛇，”我说，“黑蛇是无害的蛇，它会杀有毒的蛇，它会杀铜斑蛇。比起猫，它在田里能抓更多的老鼠。”
我看到那条蛇没有攻击狗的意图。蛇想逃跑，鲍勃不会让它得逞。我想知道它为什么会爬到大山肥沃的黑土地上来；我想知道它为什么要爬过那些栗子橡树苗和悬崖上纠结的绿色石南。我看着蛇，它正抬起它漂亮的脑袋，作为对鲍勃一次跳跃的回应。“它不是一条公蛇，”我说，“它是一条母蛇，看它喉咙上的白斑。”
“蛇是我的敌人，”我的父亲严厉地说，“我讨厌任何一条蛇。杀了它，鲍勃。去把它抓过来，而且不准再和它玩。”
鲍勃服从了我的父亲，我讨厌看到他刺穿这条蛇的喉咙。悬在阳光中的她，看起来美丽异常。
鲍勃抓着她喉咙上的白斑，她那像风中牛尾般长长的身体被撕裂了。他是在逆风处撕裂那身体的。血从她弧度优美的喉咙喷射而出。什么东西击中了我的胳膊，像小球一样。鲍勃把蛇仍在了地上，我看到了那个打在我胳膊上的东西。
是蛇蛋，鲍勃把它们从她的身体里抛了出来。她是要去沙丘产卵，在那儿太阳是一只抱蛋的母鸡，它将给它们温暖并孵化它们。
鲍勃抓起她那躺在泥土上的身体，血液在那堆灰色的土壤上蔓延开来。她的身体还在因疼痛来回翻滚，她就像一棵被新燃的火威胁着的绿草般动作着。鲍勃多次恶意地投掷她的身体。他在逆风处撕裂她柔软的身体，她现在柔软得如同一根风中的鞋带。鲍勃把她千穿百孔的身体扔回了沙子上。她颤抖得像一片飘在懒洋洋的风中的树叶，随后，她满是窟窿的身体终于完全静止不动了。鲜血在蛇周围肥沃的土地上流了一片。
“看看这蛋，看见没？”我的父亲说道。我们数了数，一共37枚。我捡起一只蛋并把它捧在我的手心里。仅仅在一分中前，里面是一条生命。这是一颗不成熟的种子，它不能被孵化，太阳母亲无法用温暖的土地将它孵化。在我手中的这枚蛋几乎只有一颗鹌鹑蛋的大小，它的壳薄而坚韧，壳下似乎是一只水蛋。
“嗯，鲍勃，我想你现在明白这条蛇为什么不能反抗了。”我说，“这就是生活，弱肉强食，即使在人类之间，也是如此。狗杀死蛇，鸟儿杀死蝴蝶。人类征服一切，为取乐而杀戮。”
鲍勃气喘吁吁，他带头返回我们的屋子。他的舌头从嘴巴里伸了出来，他累了，他那外套一样的茸毛让他发热。
他的舌头几乎触到了干燥的地面以及那上面由白色泡沫形成的白斑。我们朝屋子走去，我和父亲都没有说话。我仍想着那条死去的蛇。太阳正从栗树岭那儿缓缓西下，一只云雀正在歌唱。对于一直云雀而言，现在唱歌已经有些晚了。红色的晚霞在我们牧场山的松树上方漂浮。我的父亲站在道路的旁边，他黑色的头发随风而动，在天蓝色的风中，他的脸红红的，他的眼睛直直看着下沉的太阳。
“我的父亲讨厌蛇。”我思忖。
我想到女人分娩时体会到的痛苦；我想到她们为了拯救自己的孩子将怎样竭力抗争；随后，我想到了那条蛇。我觉得有这样想法的自己非常愚蠢。
今天早上，我的父亲和我在鸡鸣中醒来。他说人必须在鸡鸣中起床，然后开始一天的工作。我们拿着柱坑挖掘机，斧头，小锄头，测量杆和鹤嘴锄。我们的目的地是空地边缘。鲍勃没有跟来。
露水还挂在玉米上。我的父亲扛着柱坑挖掘机走在后面，我走在前面。起风了，这晨风呼吸起来非常舒爽，这风让人觉得自己好似能举着山的边沿把山颠倒过来。
我走出玉米行，来到我们昨天下午到过的地方。我看着我前面的地方，我看到了一些东西。我看到它在移动，它像一根绕着胶盘移动的巨大的黑绳子。“别动！”我对父亲说，“这里有一条公的大黑蛇。”他上前一步站在了我的旁边，睁大了眼睛。
“你是怎么知道他是公的？”他说。
“你现在看到这条公蛇了。”我说，“好好看看他！他正躺在他死去的伴侣旁。他找到她了。他，也许，昨天就跟随她而来了。”
公蛇跟随着她的足迹一路而来，直至她的厄运。他晚上就到了，在星空造的屋顶下，当颤抖的绿云遮挡了月亮发出的光芒时。他发现自己的爱人死了。他盘在她身边，然而她已经死去。
公蛇抬起头跟在绕着死蛇走动的我们的后面。他将与我们战斗到死，他将与鲍勃战斗到死。“拿根棍子来，”我的父亲说，“把他扔到山的那边，这样鲍勃就不会发现他了。你有见过什么会因此打架的吗？我听说这种蛇会，但这是我第一次亲眼见到。”我拿来一根棍子，把他扔到了悬崖那边带着露水的豆芽里。

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Love by Jesse Stuart （英语短篇小说）
Yesterday when the bright sun blazed down on the wilted corn my father and I walked around the edge of the new ground to plan a fence. The cows kept coming through the chestnut oaks on the cliff and running over the young corn. They bit off the tips of the corn and [trample]trampled[/w] down the stubble.

My father walked in the cornbalk. Bob, our Collie, walked in front of my father. We heard a ground squirrel whistle down over the bluff among the dead treetops at the clearing’s edge. "Whoop, take him, Bob." said my father. He lifted up a young stalk of corn, with wilted dried roots, where the ground squirrel had g it up for the sweet grain of corn left on its tender roots. This has been a dry spring and the corn has kept well in the earth where the grain has sprouted. The ground squirrels love this corn. They dig up rows of it and eat the sweet grains. The young corn stalks are killed and we have to replant the corn.

I could see my father keep sicking Bob after the ground squirrel. He jumped over the corn rows. He started to run toward the ground squirrel. I, too, started running toward the clearing’s edge where Bob was jumping and barking. The st flew in tiny swirls behind our feet. There was a big cloud of st behind us.

"It’s a big bull blacksnake," said my father. "Kill him, Bob! Kill him, Bob!"
Bob was jumping and snapping at the snake so as to make it strike and throw itself off guard. Bob has killed twenty-eight copperheads this spring. He knows how to kill a snake. He doesn’t rush to do it. He takes his time and does the job well.
"Let’s don’t kill the snake," I said. "A blacksnake is a harmless snake. It kills poison snakes. It kills the copperhead. It catches more mice from the fields than a cat."

I could see the snake didn’t want to fight the dog. The snake wanted to get away. Bob wouldn’t let it. I wondered why it was crawling toward a heap of black loamy earth at the bench of the hill. I wondered why it had come from the chestnut oak sprouts and the matted greenbriars on the cliff. I looked as the snake lifted its pretty head in response to one of Bob’s jumps. "It’s not a bull blacksnake," I said. "It’s a she-snake. Look at the white on her throat."

"A snake is an enemy to me," my father snapped. "I hate a snake. Kill it, Bob. Go in there and get that snake and quit playing with it!"
Bob obeyed my father. I hated to see him take this snake by the throat. She was so beautifully poised in the sunlight.

Bob grabbed the white patch on her throat. He cracked her long body like an ox whip in the wind. He cracked it against the wind only. The blood spurted from her fine-curved throat. Something hit against my legs like pellets. Bob threw the snake down. I looked to see what had struck my legs.
It was snake eggs. Bob had slung them from her body. She was going to the sand heap to lay her eggs, where the sun is the setting-hen that warms them and hatches them.

Bob grabbed her body there on the earth where the red blood was running down on the gray-piled loam. Her body was still writhing in pain. She acted like a greenweed held over a new-ground fires. Bob slung her viciously many times. He cracked her limp body against the wind. She was now limber as a shoestring in the wind. Bob threw her riddled body back on the sand. She quivered like a leaf in the lazy wind, then her riddled body lay perfectly still. The blood covered the loamy earth around the snake.

"Look at the eggs, won’t you?" said my father. We counted thirty-seven eggs. I picked an egg up and held it in my hand. Only a minute ago there was life in it. It was an immature seed. It would not hatch. Mother sun could not incubate it on the warm earth. The egg I held in my hand was almost the size of a quail’s egg. The shell on it was thin and tough and the egg appeared under the surface to be a watery egg.

"Well, Bob, I guess you see now why this snake couldn’t fight." I said. "It is life. Stronger devour the weaker even among human beings. Dog kills snake. Snake kills birds. Birds kill the butterflies. Man conquers all, too, kills for sport."
Bob was panting. He walked ahead of us back to the house. His tongue was out of his mouth. He was tired. He was hot under his shaggy coat of hair.

His tongue nearly touched the dry dirt and white flecks of foam dripped from it. We walked toward the house. Neither my father nor I spoke. I still thought of the dead snake. The sun was going down over the chestnut ridge. A lark was singing. It was late for a lark to sing. The red evening clouds floated above the pine trees on our pasture hill. My father stood beside the path. His black hair was moved by the wind. His face was red in the blue wind of day. His eyes looked toward the sinking sun.
"And my father hates a snake,"I thought.
I thought about the agony women know of giving birth. I thought about how they will fight to save their children. ThenI thought of the snake. I thought it was silly of me to think such thoughts.

This morning my father and I got up with the chickens. He says one has to get up with the chickens to do a day’s work. We got the posthole digger, ax, spud, measuring pole and the mat-tock. We started for the clearing’s edge. Bob didn’t go along.
The dew was on the corn. My father walked behind with the posthole digger across his shoulder. I walked in front. The wind was blowing. It was a good morning wind to breathe and a wind that makes one feel like he can get under the edge of a hill and heave the whole hill upside down.

I walked out the corn row where we had come yesterday afternoon. I looked in front of me. I saw something. I saw it move. It was moving like a huge black rope winds around a windlass. "Steady," I says to my father. "Here is the bull blacksnake." He took one step up beside me and stood. His eyes grew wide apart.

"What do you know about this," he said.
"You have seen the bull blacksnake now." I said. "Take a good look at him! He is lying beside his dead mate. He has come to her. He, perhaps, was on her trail yesterday."
The male snake had trailed her to her doom. He had come in the night, under the roof of stars, as the moon shed rays of light on the quivering clouds of green. He had found his lover dead. He was coiled beside her, and she was dead.

The bull blacksnake lifted his head and followed us as we walked around the dead snake. He would have fought us to his death. He would have fought Bob to his death. "Take a stick," said my father, "and throw him over the hill so Bob won’t find him. Did to you ever see anything to beat that? I’ve heard they’d do that. But this is my first time to see it." I took a stick and threw him over the bank into the dewy sprouts on the cliff.

杰斯·斯图亚特（Jesse Stuart,1907-1984）美国小说家、诗人。他的诗集"Man with a Bull-Tongue Plow"（1934）被爱尔兰诗人乔治·威廉 ·卢梭称为继沃特·惠特曼的《草叶集》之后最伟大的诗作。他的小说代表作有"Taps for Private Tussie"(1943)，著有多部自传体小说，国内关于他的介绍和作品译介很少，故在此还是用了其作品题目原文。

㈣ 经典英语短篇小说的目录

穷人的专利权
儿子的否决
爱神的箭
阿拉比
花园茶会
我的俄狄浦斯情结
黑圣母
一桶白葡萄酒
竞选州长
一小时的故事
最后一片叶子
手
纪念爱米丽的一朵玫瑰花
奥勒留
菊
游泳的人
抽彩
私人考古学

㈤ 《麦琪的礼物》英语读后感

《麦琪的礼物》欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述了一对穷困的年轻夫妇忍痛割爱互赠圣诞礼物的故事，反映了美国下层人民生活的.艰难，赞美了主人公善良的心地和纯真爱情。以下是我为大家整理的关于这本书的英文读后感，欢迎大家阅读！

《麦琪的礼物》英语读后感（一）

“Love is the best gift.”O.Henry told us,in one of his most famous novels,The Gift of The Magi.

O.Henry is said to be the most gifted and famous American short-story novelist in the world.As one of his major works,The Gift of The Magi tells us a story about a couple in the low social class.With the coming of Christmas，both of them want to give the other a gift.As a result,the young wife,Della,sells her beautiful long hair to buy a platinum fob chain to descorate the watch of her husband,Jim.While at the same time,Jim sacrifice his most valuable golden watch to buy his wife a jewelled comb.

To be honest,we have to say that it is an unfortunate accident.Both of them sacrifice their most treasured things for the other.But when things turn out,it seems that what they have done is meaningless.However,in the other way,although they don’t receive the gift they need,they receive the love from the other.And no matter what will happen in the future,they will remember that the most valuable is neither the long beautiful hair nor the golden watch,but the people who live with us.”Love is the best gift.”That is what the writer wants to tell us.

《麦琪的礼物》英语读后感（二）

"Gift of the Magi" is the O. Henry wrote an interesting article. It is mainly about the day before Christmas, the poor living in the apartment of la would like to give her husband Jim a surprise, but she is only one dollar octagonal seven, she knew it was not enough money to buy any good gift, so she cited to be proud of brown hair cut down like a waterfall, sell, and in exchange for the 20 U.S. dollars. Exhausted all of the indivial shops, De la spent 21 dollars, and finally bought a simple white gold watch chain, which can be accompanied by a piece of Jim's gold watch. And Jim also wanted to give his wife a surprise, he also sold proud gold watch.

Bought a la the envy of the long-awaited full set of beautiful combs for Christmas gifts.

《麦琪的礼物》英语读后感（三）

The Gift of the Magi is a short story wrote by O.Henry.This story tells that in the day before Christmas,a poor young couple exchanged gifts by sold the most precious thing of each,but resulted ordetracted, the two precious gifts all became useless things.While they got the most precious thing than any material objects——love.

After read this story,I learned how to respect others’ love and how to love others.In this story,they all lost the most valuable things——Jim’s golden watch and Della’s beautiful hair. Behind this, I saw they loved each other infinitely.They loved their family, they let me feel that cold Christmas Eve has become the warm heaven just because of their gifts. If Della only took one dollar and eighty-seven cents to pick gift,this story will probably lacking of shocking, and also cannot cause readers’ thinking.

In this materialistic society, people often use money to measure gifts.When bags of gifts which are packaging delicately in front of us,what can we see except empty and blank? Parents feel happy because of our simple greeting cards in their birthday,because of a few words of blessing.These gifts,simple but true.It can’t be compared with those which built with a lot of money, outlined by luxuriance. What clever gifts! In some sense, they are invaluable.

Yes,in this materialistic society,some people think money is everything,the one who owns money,who owns all.No wonder a great amount of girls became mammonists,and want to marry richers;no wonder more and more men think that there is no true love,what girls love is their money. But I always believe sincere love is existed and it’s priceless. Even if you have millions of money, you can’t change it into true love. Maybe money can let you get some feelings from girls, but those are hypocritical. When you no longer possess vast wealth, the hypocritical feelings will ended and left you extremely painful finally.Jim and Della were a happy couple, although they were poor, living in short of money.In their hearts, money is not important, the important thing is the affection from each other.As long as they have it, they felt happier than any millionaire.

Maybe some people will pour scorn on it and cannot understand what their done. If there is a good fortune and a sincere feeling in front of you at the same time, which one will you choose? I wouldn't hesitate to choose the later, because sincere feeling is priceless! I believe that true pay will have sincere return finally, and the one who have true love can have his or her happiness.

Nowadays,more and more people have been pressed to lose their breath by the reality.They forgot the persons they love,and the persons who love them.We need to care about others,no matter how much money we have.What our loved one need is how our concern about him or her. In some important days,don’t forget to bring him or her some gifts.No matter what is it,how valuable is it,he or she would like it anyway.

Because it is the gift of the Magi.

㈥ 请推荐几部适合写文学论文的英语短篇小说。

Charles Dickens The Haunted House
Thomas Hardy The Fiddler of the Reels
Anthony Trollope The Parson's Daughter of Oxney Colne
D. H. Lawrence The Prussian Officer
Rudyard Kipling The Phantom Rickshaw
H. G. Wells Under the Knife
Wilkie Collins The Dead Hand
Saki Tobermory
Robert Louis Stevenson A Lodging for the Night
M. R. James Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad
John Galsworthy The Broken Boot
Gissing The House of Cobwebs
Eliot The Lifted Veil

㈦ 急需一篇著名英语短篇小说大意！！

《傲慢与偏见》大意主要是讲一个有五个培悉姿女儿的一个家庭，其中主要是讲两个人，一个是他们的大姐，一个是老二，他们分别嫁给了当时的那个地方的人认为富有的人，其中老二的那个陆拿更是比大姐的那个丈夫要更加的富有，而且还是一个有爵位的人配绝。
开始的时候人人都认为那个从大城市来的男主角是一个对人傲慢而且对人存在偏见的人。但是最后却是那个女的，一直在对那个男的有偏见，而且，她的妹妹最后告诉了她。其实她才是那个极其傲慢的人。
于是，事实上，她的和他的傲慢与偏见带来了他们之间的很多的误会和伤害。
但是在这样的误会当中他们还是被彼此吸引而且相爱了。到最后误会终于有了得到揭开的一天的时候，他们都是高兴而感觉幸福的。
说的就是这样的一个故事吧。

㈧ 欧亨利著名的作品有哪些

1、《麦琪的礼物》

《麦琪的礼物》（英语：The Gift of the Magi，港澳译名《圣诞礼物》，是美国作家欧·亨利的一篇温馨的英文极短篇代表作。

一对贫寒夫妇，牺牲掉自己最珍爱的首绝东西，以购置耶诞节礼物给对方，丈夫卖掉金表，为妻子添购了全套发梳，妻子却把头发卖给假发商握首人，帮夫婿买了表链，两人虽弄巧成拙，但刹那之间确认了对方深刻的爱。“麦琪”的意思是耶稣降生时，来朝拜耶稣的东方三贤人，所以又称为《贤者的礼物》、《圣贤的礼物》。

2、《警察与赞美诗》

《警察与赞美诗》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说。该短篇小说讲述的是一个穷困潦倒，无家可归的流浪者皮姿汉苏比，因为寒冬想去监狱熬过，所以故意犯罪，去饭店吃霸王餐，扰乱治安，偷他人的伞，调戏妇女等。

然而这些都没有让他如愿进监狱；最后，当他在教堂里被赞美诗所感动，想要从新开始，改邪归正的时候，警察却将他送进了监狱。

该小说让读者宛若置身于纽约大都市的大街小巷，目睹像苏比一样底层人民的坎坷艰辛的生活，认识五光十色的美国社会的肮脏、卑俗的世态，领会美国司法制度和社会制度的本质。

苏比的不幸遭遇蕴藏了“严肃的人生哲理”：生活在美国社会像苏比这样的下层小人物的命运，注定只能陷入泥坑而又走不出泥坑的悲剧。人无法从人本体的困境中摆脱，只能从困境走入困境。

3、《最后一片叶子》

最后一片常春藤叶（英语：The Last Leaf）是美国短篇小说家欧亨利的一部短篇小说作品，最早发表于他的作品集《The Trimmed Lamp and Other Stories》中。本作品是欧亨利的代表作之一，被许多国家选入课本作为教材。

4、《二十年后》

《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的作品。两个美国青年——鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯是一对非常要好的朋友，当鲍勃要到西部去创业时，他们相约20年后在纽约大乔勃拉地饭馆相会。然而当在西部闯荡了20年并且正受芝加哥警方辑捕的鲍勃赶到纽约来践约时，在纽约已当了巡警的吉米以出人意料的手段逮捕了鲍勃。

5、《红毛酋长的赎金》

世界短篇小说之王欧亨利的作品，文章讲述了一个绑架的故事“我”与比尔在一个名叫顶峰镇的地方，绑架了这个镇上有名望的居民埃比尼泽∙多塞特的独子，“我们”原想靠他去敲诈埃比尼泽，然而“我们”万万没想到，这个孩子捉弄人，一开始，“我们”三个扮印第安人玩。

后来这个孩子越来越嚣张，越来越捉弄人，还把其中一个人弄伤了，让比尔差点成了精神崩溃者。最后“我”把勒索信送到埃比尼泽的家，可后来“我们”却被埃比尼泽给敲诈，实在是因为“我们”无法忍受着个孩子，最后的结果，“我们”把孩子送回去，并且给了他父亲250元。