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Ⅰ 欧亨利短篇小说txt

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《欧·亨利短篇小说精选》精选了欧·亨利最优秀的二十九篇短篇小说。

Ⅱ 有哪些优秀的短篇言情小说

《绾青丝》
相信这部小说大家大都看过了吧,因为推荐它的朋友太多了,第一次看这部小说时,因为开场太火爆,紧接着又是那么残酷至极的场面,吓得是当场关了电脑,真恐怖。过段时间后太闷找不着书看时,又翻出来看,谁知道后面那么棒。尤其是歌曲的运用上,啧啧,那个功夫比以前看过的其它任何一部小说都来得神呢!尤其是《子陵忆周郎》一直听到现在,让人回味无穷啊。当然,《卡门》的歌词也够震撼人心的。其余《蝶恋》《豪情江糊笑》《缠绵游戏》《琵琶声》都非常好听!!

推荐的这三本是印象比较深刻的,排名不分先后。

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简介:《经典短篇小说101篇》按全英文版出版,西方流行口袋本。共收集了欧亨利、杰克伦敦、霍桑、契诃夫等数十位西方著名短篇小说家的代表作与经典名篇,全书共101篇。读者可以通过书上指定的网址,通过微盘免费下载配套的英文朗读文件,边听边读,感受地道英语文学之乐趣。对于英语学习者来讲,这是一本优秀的英语文学精读手册。

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书名:经典短篇小说101篇经典短篇小说101篇

作者:[美] 欧·亨利
出版社:天津人民出版社
副标题:经典短篇小说101篇
出版年:2013-10-1
页数:776

内容简介

这本《101 Classic Short Stories:经典短篇小说101篇》按全英文版出版,西方流行口袋本。共收集了欧•亨利、杰克•伦敦、霍桑、契诃夫等数十位西方著名短篇小说家的代表作与经典名篇,全书共101篇。读者可以通过书上指定的网址,通过微盘免费下载配套的英文朗读文件,边听边读,感受地道英语文学之乐趣。对于英语学习者来讲,这是一本优秀的英语文学精读手册。

作者简介

亨利·詹姆斯(Henry James,1843年4月15日-1916年2月28日),英籍美裔小说家、文学批评家、剧作家和散文家。代表作有长篇小说《一个美国人》《一位女士的画像》《鸽翼》《使节》《金碗》等。1843年4月16日,生于纽约市。幼年主要是在纽约州的奥本尼和纽约市长大的。1860—1862年期间,住在罗得岛的纽波特。后到波士顿,写文学评论,游记和短篇小说。1875年,他决定去欧洲定居。最初他住在巴黎,并结识了屠格涅夫,福楼拜、莫泊桑和左拉。次年,移居英国。1876年,出版第一部长篇小说《罗德里克·赫德森》。在他的早期创作阶段,写了《一个美国人》、《贵妇人的画像》、《黛西·密勒》、《华盛顿广场》以及《艾斯朋遗稿》,并周游了美国、法国和意大利。1889年开始,试图跻身戏剧创作,但没有成功,只上演了他写的两个剧本《一个美国人》和《未成熟的少年时代》。19世纪90年代,出版了《悲惨的诗人》《梅西所知道的》《波音顿的珍藏晶》《螺丝在拧紧》等。1904年—1905年,对美国作了一次访问,访问后写了《美国所见》。第一次世界大战期间,成为英国公民,并被授予最高文职勋章。1916年2月28日去世。

Ⅳ 推荐几篇优秀的短篇小说

外国短篇小说:
《品质》 约翰·高尔斯华绥(John Galsworthy)1932年诺贝尔文学奖获得者 《品质》描写了一个诚恳、高尚、忠于技艺的鞋匠,他和哥哥只承做定货,不出售现成靴子,他从不登广告,用最好的皮革,“只有亲眼看过靴子灵魂的人才能做出那样的靴子”,他的技艺赢得了竞争对手由衷地尊敬。然就这样最出色的鞋匠,最后却饿死了。因为浮躁的社会里,人们对靴子世俗要求承载不了完成一件艺术品所需的时间,况且,他做的靴子不会坏,你不需要再去买第二次。
高尔斯华绥出生在英国的豪富家族里,父亲是伦敦声名显赫的大律师,就是这样的一位作者,在小说里对这位日耳曼鞋匠充满了深笃的感情,短短四五千言,没有什么华丽而感情强烈的词藻,但每一行都透着坚定而深情地敬意。
《沉重的时刻》 托马斯·曼(Thomas Mann)1875—1955 1929年诺贝尔文学奖获得者 《沉重的时刻》是为纪念席勒逝世一百周年而作。小说描写了席勒在创作中遇到困难而几乎丧失信心,但在心灵的感召下,又重新振作起来的过程。小说用细致深刻的内心描写,刻划了一个意志坚强、思想高尚的伟大灵魂

《变型记》这样优秀,但路人皆知的短篇小说,或是被小资们重新推入畅销书榜的卡尔维诺和茨威格。但存在主义对我影响实在太大了,我很难克服自己绕开《墙》这部小说。
与之前四部不同的是,前面四部都着力塑造了极具特点、个性鲜明的小说人物,但这也正是萨特所反对的,他反对作品把人物典型化、集中化,认为作品塑造人物不应比现实来得更美或更丑,应该赤裸裸地把真实表现出来。《墙》里的反法西斯战士,生存或者死亡完全取决于偶然,他们并不高大,也不是英雄,只是一群“肮脏世界”里的“生存者”。我喜欢《墙》所表达的存在主义观点,存在先于本质,人不是预先规范好的,而是在行动中才形成的,“人是自己行动的结果,此外什么都不是”。

Ⅵ 推荐几篇优秀的短篇悬疑小说

我是挺喜欢蔡骏的~个人觉得还不错
玛格丽特的秘密~
《猫眼》《地狱的第十九层》《幽灵客栈》《荒村公寓》等小说,其中《诅咒》还被拍成电视连续剧《魂断楼兰》。

那多也是一位年轻的悬疑小说家,他的《幽灵旗》《神的密码》《乌篷船》《变形人》《过年》《失落的一夜》也很不错。

2004年始,成刚相继推出《沉睡谷》、《鬼童》等畅销力作,一跃而成为中国悬疑惊悚小说界的一匹黑马。...《猎人者》作者成刚,中国著名悬疑惊悚小说家

中国悬疑小说李忆仁一部被出版界誉为“东方的《达芬奇密码》”的悬疑小说《枯叶蝶》,在雪藏三年之后,由古吴轩出版

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短篇小说一直因为需要用较少的文字去勾勒人物和故事情节所以难度比一般的长篇小说大,尤其在这个以字数为王的网络文学时代,短篇小说的编辑更是成为了一个吃力不讨好的行为,所以中国网络文学中的短篇小说实在是太少了,优秀的短篇小说更是凤毛麟角,我希望通过我自己努力,为中国网络文学力量添砖加瓦,让更多的人体会到短篇小说所带来的文字冲击力。


Ⅷ 寻找你认为最优秀的短篇小说~

THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

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书名:经典短篇小说101篇

作者:[美] 欧·亨利

豆瓣评分:8.6

出版社:天津人民出版社

出版年份:2013-10-1

页数:776

内容简介:

这本《101 Classic Short Stories:经典短篇小说101篇》按全英文版出版,西方流行口袋本。共收集了欧•亨利、杰克•伦敦、霍桑、契诃夫等数十位西方著名短篇小说家的代表作与经典名篇,全书共101篇。读者可以通过书上指定的网址,通过微盘免费下载配套的英文朗读文件,边听边读,感受地道英语文学之乐趣。对于英语学习者来讲,这是一本优秀的英语文学精读手册。

This outstanding collection features 101 short stories by great writers from America, the United Kingdom, Russian, and other countries. Ranging from the 19th to the 20th centuries, writers include O. Henry, Jack London, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mark Twain, Edgar Allen Poe, Anton Chekhov, James Joyce , Ambrose Bierce, Franz Kafka, and other major writers of world literature. Such a wonderfully wide-ranging and enjoyable anthology!

Invest just a few minutes in a great short story and you may be rewarded with a lesson or memory that lasts a lifetime. And it’s not just the short stories; the authors can also surprise you. We hope that you will return to this collection again and again; to re-read these classic favorites and train your literature mind.

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简介:短篇小说一直因为需要用较少的文字去勾勒人物和故事情节所以难度比一般的长篇小说大,尤其在这个以字数为王的网络文学时代,短篇小说的编辑更是成为了一个吃力不讨好的行为,所以中国网络文学中的短篇小说实在是太少了,优秀的短篇小说更是凤毛麟角,我希望通过我自己努力,为中国网络文学力量添砖加瓦,让更多的人体会到短篇小说所带来的文字冲击力。

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