英文短篇小說五百字以下

⑴ 用英文寫一篇短篇愛情小說

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~太長了!!!

⑵ 500字英語短文

閱讀是人們在當今社會生存和發展所需的一項重要的社會文化技能。英語閱讀，作為語言學習的四大基本技能之一，在英語學習中佔有重要地位。我精心收集了500字英語短文，供大家欣賞學習!

500字英語短文篇1

Since I go to high school, I live in the school and stay away from my parents. I have three roommates, at the beginning, we have trouble in staying in the same room, but now we have got used to it. One of my roommates impresses me so much, since she comes to our room, she keeps the habit of reading the novel when we go to bed. She told me that when she lived with her parents, she dared not to read it because her mother would blame her for sleeping late. Now she is very happy that she is out of control, it seems that she is free. But I feel sorry for her, because she is short-sighted now, what’s more, she is lagging behind other students in the study. Staying away from her parents, she is not strong enough to behave herself. We should have the strong will and behave ourselves.

自從我上拍源了高中，我就住在學校，遠離父母。我有3個室友，剛開始，我們不習慣同處一室，但是如今，我們已經習慣了。有一個室友讓我印象很深刻，自從她住進我們的房間，她就在我們睡覺的時候保持看小說的習慣。她告訴我們在她和襲升態父母住在一起的時候，她不敢看小說，因為她媽媽會責怪她那麼晚睡覺。如今她很高興再也不受控制了，似乎她得到了自由。但是我為她感到遺憾，因為她現在已經近視，而且，在學習方面也落後於其他同學。離開了父母，她不夠強大，無法自律。我們應笑祥該有堅強的意志，並且自律。

500字英語短文篇2

Last night, as I was nothing to do, I searched the Internet and saw a good movie, which moved me deeply. The movie is made up of a real person. The story tells about a female principal who is from a famous primary school, she quits her job from the good school because she could do nothing to make the students better, the school asks her to obey to the parents’ will. The principle happens to see the news that a country kindergarten recruits a principle in the very low salary, she decides to do the job in case that the poor kids will lose the chance to be ecated. The principle saves the kindergarten at last, she is so great. She shows to the people that the root of ecation is to care about the students and love them with heart.

昨晚，由於我沒有事情做，我搜索了網路，看到了一部好的電影，深深地感動了我。電影是改編於一個真實的人物。故事講述了一個來自小學名校的女校長，她辭掉了名校這份工作，因為她沒有辦法讓學生變得更好，學校要求她遵從家長的意願。這位校長偶然間看到消息說一所鄉村幼兒園招聘低薪招聘一名校長，她決定做這份工作，以防這些貧困的孩子會失去受到教育的機會。這位校長最後拯救了這間幼兒園，她是如此的偉大。她向人們展示了教育的根本是關愛學生，並且用心愛學生。

500字英語短文篇3

I am the only child in my family, nowadays, people have the bad impression on the only child, they think the only child is spoiled by the parents, so they get bad temper and count on the parents so much. While I am not one of them, my parents are very strict to me, they never spoil me, when I make the mistake, they will tell me what the result will be which is caused by my mistake, so that I know I do the wrong thing and won’t do that again. My parents pay special attention to my independence, they will ask me to do the thing alone, sometimes they only teach me how to finish, but never give me a hand. To my parents’ ecation, at first, I feel they are unfair to me, but as I grow up, I am so thankful to them, they help me become a strong person.

在我的家庭里，我是獨生子，如今，人們對獨生子的印象很不好，他們覺得獨生子被父母寵愛著，因此他們脾氣不好，還很依賴父母。然而我和他們不同，我的父母對我很嚴格，他們從來不溺愛我，當我犯錯誤，他們會告訴我我的錯誤會造成的後果，這樣我就知道自己做錯了事，下次再也不犯這樣的錯誤了。我的父母很注重我的獨立性，他們會叫我去獨立做事情，有時候他們只教我怎麼去完成，但是從來不幫助我。對於父母的教育，剛開始，我覺得他們對我不公平，但是隨著我長大，我很感激他們，他們幫助我成長為一個堅強的人。

500字英語短文篇4

There is a saying that man proposes, god disposes, which means man plan the things and the rest of the outcome lies in the luck. This saying reflects the connection between hard-work and luck, which is though sometimes we have worked so hard, luck occupies great position, the unexpected things happen and refrain us from succeeding. In order to be successful, people work so hard, they believe they can achieve their goals, but lacking luck stops them achieving their goals. So working hard doesn’t mean bringing people success directly, they just need to try more times, without luck, they still can make their goals. Luck can help people close to success, without hard-work, they can’t be successful. Hard-work and luck make people realize their goals, but without luck, people still can make it by trying more times.

有一句話說謀事在人，成事在天，意思是人們計劃事情，剩下的結果依賴於運氣。這句話反應了努力和運氣之間的聯系，那就是雖然有時候我們很努力工作，但是運氣也占據了很重要的位置，意外的事情會發生，阻擋人們成功。為了取得成功，人們努力工作，他們相信能達到目標，但是運氣的缺失讓他們無法達到自己的目標。因此努力並不意味著能直接給人們帶來成功，他們需要多試幾次，沒有運氣，人們仍然可以達到目標。運氣幫助人們接近成功，沒有努力付出，無法成功。努力和運氣能讓人們實現目標，但是沒有運氣，人們多嘗試幾次，也能終將辦到。

⑶ 有什麼英語短篇小說推薦

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.
《好人難尋》這篇小說是奧康納最為著名的作品，很少有其他短篇小說能像這篇一樣給我們帶來震撼。無論你是否能明了宗教般的潛在含義，看完這篇小說讀者都會開始或是結束對存在的檢視。

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.
這篇小說很短，但是堪稱完美。巴塞爾姆的優秀就在於他能用精選的極少幾個文字就為我們敘述了一個世界。他很少過多地解釋，就把讀者帶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.
卡夫卡稱自己的這篇小說是一個「很臟的故事」，認為並不完美，但是這個短篇確實我們的最愛之一。在小說中，我們可以體會到，身體是一切問題和弱點的根源，但身體也是唯一能轉化真知的地方。

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.
我們喜歡這篇小說的原因就在於，這個故事有能力把每個細微的細節瞬間變為一場災難，而Nabokov在寫這篇小說用的是輕松華麗水銀瀉地般的散文風格。

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.
契科夫的小說無疑是最偉大的作品之一，而這篇是我們的最愛。這篇小說像他的其他小說一樣，沒有清晰的道德標准，我們只是靜靜地看著幾個人圍坐著，討論他們的思想。

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.

這部小說是桑德斯最為喜愛的一步短篇，這也是我們聽說的。因為我們很難做出選擇，因此就把他自己的推介放在了這里。這部小說充滿了荒誕和諷刺，但是也關心家庭和貧窮等問題。像他的其他小說一樣，在黑暗和取笑中，也暗含著美好和快樂。

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.
勒古這部寓言般的短篇小說獲得過1974年的「雨果獎」，是關於一個類似烏托邦的城市的荒誕又宏大的故事。

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.
布萊伯利作為歷史上最富盛名的科幻小說家，這篇小說也是通過精心編寫的。

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.

門羅是毫無爭議的短篇小說女王，她的作品有一種朴實風格，常常帶著心跳般的粗獷，這篇關於喪失記憶以及人類互動中的痛苦和柔弱的小說也不例外。

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?
果戈里應該是這個書單上最久遠的作家了，但是他也是最荒誕的小說家之一。納博科夫曾近這樣寫道：「在果戈里的作品中，荒誕的人物屬於他周圍荒誕的世界，但是卻可憐兮兮且悲慘地要逃離他的世界，最終死於絕望」。

⑷ 求英文短篇小說,謝謝各位.

Black Horse 黑駿馬

Jed got to the top of the mountain and sat down to rest. The July sun had made him hot.
傑德到了山頂，就坐下來休息。7月底太陽使他熱汗淋淋。

It had been a long walk to the top and he was tired. He knew the horse he was trying to capture could not be too far away. He looked at the mountain and the valleys below, searching footmarks left by the horse.
他走了很長一段路才到山頂的，所以感到渾身乏力。他知道他想方設法要逮住的那匹馬離此不會太遠。他察看折山上及下面的山谷，尋找著那匹馬留下的蹄印。

Then he saw the marks going down the other side of the mountain. He must capture the horse. He knew better men than he had tried. Tom Raglan, the best rancher in the state, had tried with the help of his cowboys.
這時，他看到在山的另一側，順坡而下有一行馬蹄印。他一定要逮住這匹馬。他知道曾有比他更有能耐的人嘗試過。州內最好的牧場主湯姆·拉格倫就曾經在他那幫牛仔的幫助下做過嘗試.

But they had not been able to capture it. It had gotten away from others, too. They all said it was too wild. It could not be captured.
但他們並沒有能逮住它,其他試圖去逮它的人也都失敗了，都讓它逃脫了。他們都說他太野，是不可能被逮住的。

After a slow, painful walk down the mountain, Jed came to a cool-looking river. He drank the clear water.順著山路向下，慢慢地、艱難地走了一段之後，傑德到達一條水看上去十分清澈的河邊，喝了幾口河水。

Further down the valley he saw the black horse. It stood under a tree out of the sun. Jed moved closer, then hid behind a tree to watch. It was the biggest and blackest and blackest he had ever seen.
接著又沿山谷向前走了一段，這是他看到了那匹黑馬，他站在一棵樹下遮太陽。傑德又走進了些，然後躲在一棵樹後觀察。這是他有生以來見過的最大、最黑的馬。

Jed knew all about horse. He had grown into a man caring for them. He had never earned more than '10 but he had dreams: If he could get a male and female house and 10 hectares of land, he could sell horses. That would be all the happiness Jed wanted.
傑德對馬了如指掌。他是一個從小與馬廝混、在馬背上長大的人。盡管他掙的錢從來沒有超過10美元，但他有自己的夢想：如果他能夠得到一匹公馬、一匹母馬和10公頃土地，他就可以養馬並以賣馬為生了。那就是傑德想要得到的全部幸福了。

Night came. The big black house moved from under the tree and began to eat grass near the river. Jed watched again. A few hours later, he found a soft place in the ground. He placed his head against an old fallen tree and slept.
夜幕降臨。那匹大黑馬從樹下走了出來，走到河邊開始吃草。傑德繼續觀察著。幾小時後，他在地上找了一塊柔軟的地方，將頭靠在一棵倒著的老樹上睡著了。

The next day he woke with the sun. His eyes searched for the horse, and there it was, grazing. Jed saw how it ate, then lifted its head and looked all around. It was the mark of the wild, always looking for hidden danger.
第二天日出時他醒了過來，馬上就用目光尋找那匹馬，還好，它就站在那裡，正吃著草呢。傑德看著它吃草，隨後又見它抬起頭，朝四周看看。這就是野馬的特徵：它們總是十分小心，不時地看看四周是否有什麼暗藏的危險。

Jed started to walk toward the horse. The horse stopped eating and looking at Jed. Jed's heart began to beat heavily. Men had said the horse was a killer. Still, he walked closer.
傑德開始慢慢向它走近。它停止吃草，看著傑德。傑德的心開始「咚咚」直跳。人們都說這馬是一個殺手，但他還是繼續向它靠近。

Fifteen meters away from the horse Jed stopped. The horse had lifted its front feet high in the air, then placed them heavily back on the ground. Jed moved closer. He talked to the horse in a soft voice.
在離它15米遠的地方，傑德停了下來。只見它高高的抬起前蹄，然後又重重的落回原地。傑德又走近了些。他開始柔聲跟它說話。

Then, with a loud scream, the horse turned and ran down the valley. Jed sank to the ground wet with excitement. He had done what no man had done.
接著，隨著一聲響亮的嘶鳴，這匹馬轉身順著山谷跑了下去。傑德卻因興奮而渾身大汗淋漓，倒在地上。他已經做了別人沒有做到的事兒.

He had almost touched the wild horse. The animal was not a killer. If it had been, Jed would be dead now.
他幾乎快要挨到這匹野馬了。它並不是一個殺手，如果它是的話，傑德現在已經沒命了。

For six days he followed the horse. He rested when the horse rested. Jed did not like the land they were in now. The sides of the valley were high and filled with big rocks. Few trees were around. And the bottom of the valley was soft and wet.
他一連跟蹤了這匹馬6天。只有馬歇的時候，他才歇。傑德不喜歡他現在所呆的地方。這山谷的兩側都很高，到處是大岩石，周圍沒有多少樹，而且谷底又軟又濕。

Jed watched the horse a while, and then lay down to sleep.
傑德又看了一會兒馬，隨後躺下來睡覺。

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by thunder and rain. He walked up the rocks until he found a dry hole, safe from the rain, and he slept again.
半夜十分，他被雷雨聲驚醒。他立刻沿著岩石向上走，直到找了一個可以蔽雨的乾燥的山洞，他再接著睡。

The next day was cold and wet. Heavy rains had softened the bottom of the valley. He followed the house most of the day. The wet valley was the only place it could walk now.
第二天又冷又濕。大雨已經泡軟了谷底的土壤。這一天他大部分時間都在跟著馬走。濕濕的山谷是現在它唯一可以行走的地方了。

The sides of the valley had gotten higher. Toward evening he saw it again. But this time there was fear in its face. He stopped and watched. The horse's nose was smelling the air. It smelled danger. It smelled danger.
越走，山谷兩側就顯得越高。臨近黃昏時分，他才又見到了它，但這次它的臉上出現了一種恐懼的神情。他停下來仔細觀察，只見馬鼻子在嗅著空氣，他聞到了危險的氣息。

Jed thought of wild animals, a wildcat(鏈接至同目錄下wildcat）or bear maybe. He pulled his knife from his pants. He looked among the rocks but saw nothing.
傑德想到是不是有什麼野獸，一隻豹貓，也可能是一隻熊。他從褲子里抽出刀，在岩石間四處看看，但什麼也沒有看見。

He began walking toward the horse. The wildcat could have been on either side of the valley. He walked slowly, trying to watch both sides at the same time.
他便向馬走過去。豹貓可能在山谷的某一側。他走得很慢，盡力同時看著兩側。

Slowly he came to the horse's side. Jed kept watching the rocks. If the cat was going to attack, it would do it now. He felt the excitement of danger.
慢慢地，他來到了馬身邊。傑德一直盯著那些岩石。豹貓如果要襲擊，它現在就會跳出來的。他感到既危險又興奮。

Suddenly the silence was broken. The black horse screamed loudly, a cry of fear. It began running down the wet valley.
突然，寂靜被打破了。黑駿馬大聲嘶叫起來，那是一種充滿恐懼的叫喊。隨後，它順著濕漉漉的山谷奔跑起來。

At the same time there was a heavy, deep noise from the rocks. Then it happened. Tons of wet earth and big rocks began moving down the sides of the mountain. The land itself was the enemy.
與此同時，岩石中傳出了一種沉重的、深沉的響聲。緊接著，事情就發生了。成噸成噸的濕土和大岩石開始從山坡兩側滾落下來。原來山地本身就是馬的敵人。

When the air became clear, Jed looked for the horse. In front of him were tons of the fallen earth. He could not see down the valley and could not see the horse.

當空氣恢復清新的時候，傑德立刻開始找馬。在他面前是滾落下來的成噸的泥土，他無法看到山谷的前方，也看不到馬。

He slowly climbed over the fallen rocks. On the other side was the horse, more frightened than ever. Its legs were stuck in the soft earth and it could not move. The more it struggled, the deeper it sank in the mud.

他慢慢地爬過那些落下來的岩石。馬在這個石土堆的另一邊，看上去比先前更加恐懼。它的腿陷入了軟土裡，動彈不得。 而它越掙扎，就在泥中陷的越深。

Jed walked toward the animal. Each step he took, the soft mud tried to suck him down, too. He walked on the grassy places harder than the mud.

傑德向它走過去。他每走一步都感到軟泥也在將他向下吸，而且在長草的地方走比在泥里走還要艱難。

When he got to the horse, it was in the mud up to his stomach. Now it could move only its head. Jed felt wildly happy when he touched the horse. 「Don't struggle and do not worry, Horse! I'll get you out!」

當他趕到馬身邊的時候，泥已經驗到了馬肚上，現在它只剩下頭部還能動彈。摸到馬，傑德感到欣喜若狂。「別掙扎，別擔心，馬兒！我會把你弄出來的！」

Suddenly he felt the horses teeth on his arm. He bit his lip to stop it from crying aloud. His free hand gently calmed the horse and slowly it let go. It pressed its nose against Jed's face. At last they were friends.

突然，他趕到馬的牙齒咬住了他的手臂。他咬住嘴唇，以防自己疼得叫出聲來。他用那隻沒被咬著的手輕撫馬身，使它平靜下來，慢慢地讓它松開了嘴。隨後，馬將鼻子貼在了傑德的臉上。最後，他們成了朋友。

Now Jed could go to work. He studied the problem carefully. He had no way to lift the big horse from the mud. Certainly his rope was not strong enough.

現在傑德可以開始忙活了。他仔細研究了這個問題。他沒有辦法將這么大的一匹馬從泥里拽出來，它的繩子顯然不夠結實。

He began to pull the mud away with his hands. But more mud fell into the hole he g. He ran to the rocks that had fallen down the mountain. He took off his shirt and filled it with rocks. He g again.

他開始用手將泥刨開，但這樣以後，更多的泥又落進了他剛挖開的窟窿里。他就跑到那些山上落下的岩石邊，脫下襯衣將岩石裹住，又挖了起來。

Only this time, he placed rocks in the holes he g. The rocks stayed still and slowly a wall began to form. He did this through the day and when night came, his hands were bloody, torn by the sharp rocks.

這一次，他將岩石放進他挖開的窟窿里，岩石穩穩地呆在裡面，慢慢地形成了一面擋土石壁。他整整挖了一天。夜幕降臨時，他的兩手已經被尖銳的岩石劃得血淋淋的。

He knew night would be a bad time for the horse. He did not want it to become frightened and struggle against the wall of rock he was building in the mud.

他知道，夜晚對馬來說是很難熬的。他不想讓馬害怕，以至於掙紮起來踢壞他在泥里建好的石壁。

He cut some small trees, laid them on the ground next to the horse and all through the night, he spoke soft, kind words to it to calm its fears.

他砍了一些小樹，將它們放在馬旁邊的地上。另外，整整一夜，他都跟馬說一些溫柔友善的話來解除它的恐懼。

The next morning, he brought grass for it to eat and began his work again. It was slow, hard work. When night came, he lay next to the horse again. He did not want it to struggle yet. The time had not come for the test.

第二天早上，他抱來些草讓它吃，然後又開始忙活起來。這是一項好時而又艱苦的工作。夜幕降臨時，他又在馬旁邊躺了下來。現在他還不想讓馬從泥中掙脫出來，考驗的時機還沒有到。

By the middle of the next day, he had enough rocks in the mud on one side of the horse. Now he began to dig near the houses front legs. His rocks began to make the mud harder. The horse was able to move a little.

到第三天中午的時候，他在馬一邊的泥里放進了足夠的岩石。現在他開始挖馬前腿附近的土了。他放的岩石使泥地堅硬了起來，馬開始能動一點兒了。

And when the pressure became less, it raised one of its front legs on to the rocks. It pushed against the rocks on its side and lifted its body a little out of the mud.

而感到壓力變小了的時候，馬便將它的一條前腿拔了出來，翹到了岩石的上面，然後朝身邊的岩石猛蹬，使它的身體從泥里稍微抬起了點兒。

Jed got his rope and tied it around the horses neck. He began to pull on the rope.

傑德拿出繩子，將它繫到馬的脖子上，開始拉繩。

The horse felt the pull and struggled with all its power against the mud. It raised its other front leg on the rocks and with a mighty push with its back legs and with Jed pulling on its neck, it moved forward toward hard land.

馬感到了拉力，就用盡全力在泥里向外掙扎。他將另一條前腿也拔出來，搭在了岩石上，靠著後腿的巨大蹬力和傑德對它脖子施加的拉力，他向前面的硬地移動著。

Jed fell on the earth, happy but tired. He had not eaten for three days. He had slept little. Half sleep, he felt the horses nose push against his face. He jumped to his feet and when he brought grass for the horse it made friendly noises and playfully pushed him.

傑德倒在地上，高興而又疲憊。他已經三天沒吃東西了，睡的覺也不多。正有點迷迷糊糊的，他感到馬的鼻子拱到了他的臉上，他趕快一躍而起。當他為馬抱來草料時，馬發出了友好的叫聲，頑皮地拱拱他，和他戲耍。

A week later, a big black horse rode on the land owned by Tom Raglan. It stopped near the ranch house. A little man got off the horses back. Tom Raglan looked at the horse with eyes that did not believe. Finally he said: "You got him."

一周之後，有人騎了一匹大黑馬來到牧場主湯姆·拉格倫的領地上。他在牧場房邊停下來，一名小個子男人從馬背上跳了下來。湯姆·拉格倫用吃驚的眼光看著這匹馬，眼前的情景簡直令他難以置信。最後，他說：「你得到了他。」

"I got him, Tom, and I brought him back as I said I would."

「我的得到了他，湯姆，而且正像我說過的那樣，我把他騎回來了。」

Raglan looked at the horse. Above all, he was a horseman and there was no need for Jed to tell him how he captured it. Jed's tired face, his torn hands, dirty clothes and thin body told the story.

拉格倫看著馬。他畢竟是一個馬主，沒有必要讓傑德告訴他是怎麼逮住馬的。傑德疲憊的臉、劃爛的手、骯臟的衣服和瘦弱的身體就已說明了一切。

「Jed,」 Raglan said. 「that horse will kill anyone except you. I do not want it. But I have not forgotten my promise."

「傑德，」拉格倫說，「那匹馬會弄死除你之外的任何人，我不想要它。但我沒忘記自己的諾言。

"I will give you some land and the old house in back of the ranch if you will keep the horse there. I pay you '30 a month, if you will let me send my female horses to the black horse."

如果你讓這匹馬一直呆在這兒，我就把一些土地和牧場後邊的那坐老房子送給你。如果你讓我把我的母馬送到你的黑駿馬那裡去交配的話，我會每個月付給你三十美元。

"I want the black horse's blood in my horses. And you can keep every seventh horse for yourself.」

我想要我的馬的身體力都有黑駿馬的血統。而且，你可以留下交配後產下的小馬中的七分之一。」

Jed put his arm around the black horse. The black horse was his. His dream had come true. It was too much all at once.

傑德伸出手臂，抱住大黑馬。黑駿馬成他的了。他的夢想已經變為現實了。突然之間，他得到的真是太多了。

⑸ 經典短篇英文小說

經典短篇小說好多呢！用詞比較簡單，但意義深刻！更重要的是每一篇都短小精悍！（符合你的要求哦）
1.《生火》傑克.倫敦 To Build a Fire (Jack LondonP
2.《厄謝爾府的倒塌》 愛倫.坡
The Fall of the House of Usher (Edgar Allan Poe)
3.《項鏈》莫泊桑 The Necklace (Guy de Maupassant)
4.《警察與贊美詩》歐.亨利 The Cop and the Anthem
(O Henry)
5.《麥琪的禮物》歐.亨利 Magi's gift (O Henry)
6.《最後一片藤葉》歐.亨利 The Last Leaf (O Henry)
7.《加利維拉縣有名的跳蛙》馬克.吐溫 The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
（Mark Twain)
8.《人生的五種恩賜》馬克.吐溫
The Five Boons of Life （Mark Twain)
9.《三生客》 托馬斯.哈代 The Three Strangers
(Thomas Hardy)
10.《敞開的落地窗》薩基 The Open Window (Saki)
11.《末代佳人》菲茨傑拉德 The Last of the Belles
(F.S.Fitzgerald)
12.《手》舍伍德.安德森 Hands
13.《伊芙琳》詹姆斯.喬伊斯 Eveline
14.《教長的黑色面紗》納撒尼爾.霍桑

⑹ 求英語小短文，要有中文翻譯，帶英文和中文題意解析，有中心思想。

求英語小短文，要有中文翻譯，帶英文和中文題意解析，有中心思想。

1.Spring，weet spring is the season's new king.Plants begin flowering.Girls dance in a ring.Cold does not sting and pretty birds sing.It's a wonderful season.It's getting warm and warm.Flowers begin to open.Birds begin to sing.It's often rainy,people like flying kites.
春天，甜蜜的春天是季節的新國王。植物開始開花了。女孩們跳起了舞。寒風不再刺骨。它是一個美麗的季節。花朵開始綻放，樹木開始變綠，小鳥開始歌唱。春天經常有風。人們喜歡放風箏。
2.As food is to the body, so is learning to the mind. Our bodies grow and muscles develop with the intake of adequate nutritious food. Likewise, we should keep learning day by day to maintain our keen mental power and expand our intellectual capacity. Constant learning supplies us with inexhaustible fuel for driving us to sharpen our power of reasoning, *** ysis, and judgment. Learning incessantly is the surest way to keep pace with the times in the information age, and an infallible warrant of suess in times of uncertainty.
學習之於心靈，就像食物之於身體一樣。攝取了適量的營養食物，我們的身體得以生長而肌肉得以發達。同樣地，我們應該日復一日不斷地學習以保持我們敏銳的心智能力，並擴充我們的智力容量。不斷的學習提供我們用不盡的燃料，來驅使我們磨利我們的推理、分析和判斷的能力。持續的學習是在信息時代中跟時代並駕齊驅的最穩當的方法，也是在變動的世代中成功的可靠保證。
3.Work and play do not contradict each other; in fact, they plement each other. As the saying goes, "All work and no play makes Jack a ll boy." A life burdened with work leads you nowhere, for you would get tired and bored with your daily routine work. On the other hand, proper recreation will relieve the tension and disfort of our monotonous life because it offers you various ways to let out your pent-up emotions.
工作與娛樂並不互相沖突，事實上，它們之間的關系還相輔相成。有句格言說：「整日工作而沒有休閑娛樂，會令人變得沉悶乏味。」被工作重擔壓得喘不過氣來的生活，將使你一事無成，因為你將對一成不變的例行公事感到厭煩。由另一方面來說，適度的娛樂活動能提供各種管道，來渲泄你被壓抑的情緒，減輕單調生活中的緊張與不悅。
4.Table-tennis is an ideal game us because it brings the whole body into action. It strengthens our muscles, expands our lungs, promotes the circulation of the blood, and causes a healthy action of the skin. Besides, it is very amusing and does not cost us much money. Table-tennis is very moderate; it is not so rough as football. It is an indoor game and can be played even on rainy days. Thus, it is my favorite kind of exercise.
撞球對我們而言，是一項理想的運動，因為它可以使我們全身運動，它可以增強我們的肌肉，擴張我們的肺部，促進血液循環，並且使肌膚產生健康作用，此外，它很有趣而且所費不多。撞球是相當溫和適中的，它不像足球那麼粗野。它是一種室內運動，甚至在下雨天也能玩。因此，撞球是我最喜愛的一種運動。
5.Previewing is very important in our studies. in this way the knowledge we learn will be more solid, and it will be easier in class. so to preview and review our lessons is really a very good way to study, and very important to us middle school students。
預習對於我們學生的學習是非常重要的。它可以是我們的知識更加牢固。學的更加輕松。課前預習課後復習是非常好的學習方法。有助於學習成績的提高。對於初三的我們來說，預習和復習更是十分重要的
求採納，謝謝！

英語課代表競選稿（英文，要有中文翻譯）要簡短

今天，很榮幸走上講台，和那麼多樂意為班級作貢獻的同學一道，競選班幹部職務。我想，我將用旺盛的精力、清醒的頭腦來做好班幹部工作，來發揮我的長處幫助同學和x班集體共同努力進步
我從小學到現在班幹部一年沒拉下，但我一身干凈，沒有「官相官態」，「官腔官氣」；少的是畏首畏尾的私慮，多的是敢做敢為的闖勁。
我想我該當個實幹家，不需要那些美麗的詞彙來修飾。工作鍛煉了我，生活造就了我。戴爾卡耐基說過「不要怕推銷自己，只要你認為自己有才華，你就應該認為自己有資格提任這個或那個職務」。
我相信，憑著我新銳不俗的「官念」，憑著我的勇氣和才幹，憑著我與大家同舟共濟的深厚友情，這次競選演講給我帶來的必定是下次的就職演說。我會在任何時候，任何情況下，都首先是「想同學們之所想，急同學們之所急。」 我決不信奉「無過就是功」的信條，恰恰相反，我認為一個班幹部「無功就是過」。因為本人平時與大家相處融洽，人際關系較好，這樣在客觀上就減少了工作的阻力。我將與風華正茂的同學們在一起，指點江山，發出我們青春的呼喊。當師生之間發生矛盾時，我一定明辨是非，敢於堅持原則。特別是當教師的說法或做法不盡正確時，我將敢於積極為同學們謀求正當的權益如果同學們對我不信任，隨時可以提出「不信任案」，對我進行彈劾。你們放心，彈劾我不會像彈劾柯林頓那樣麻煩，我更不會死賴不走。
既然是花，我就要開放；既然是樹，我就要長成棟梁；既然是石頭，我就要去鋪出大路；既然是班幹部，我就要成為一名出色的領航員！
流星的光輝來自天體的摩擦，珍珠的璀璨來自貝殼的眼淚，而一個班級的優秀來自班幹部的領導和全體同學的共同努力。
我自信在同學們的幫助下，我能勝任這項工作，正由於這種內驅力，當我走向這個講台的時候，我感到信心百倍。
你們拿著選票的手還會猶豫嗎？謝謝大家的信任

求英語小短文（200字）中文翻譯都要有

扇貝 金山詞霸里都有這種小故事

求英文 偵探 推理短篇小說 要有中文翻譯

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不過沒有翻譯……
ok?
非常不可思議，你們老師居然布置推理小說的……

英語簡短冷笑話，要有中文翻譯。急求

Q: Why number nine is scared of number seven?
為什麼數字九會怕七?
A: Nine is scared of Seven because Seven, Eight, Nine
Seven (ate) Nine 英文諧音
因為七把九吃掉了 (數數 七, 八, 九)

有誰有中文翻譯成英文的句子。中文和英文都要！

我說幾句我喜歡的吧！ ：年年歲歲花相似，歲歲年年人不同！
One year spent similar, each year is different!
堅信自己也有成功的一天！
Believe that they have a suessful day!
人為夢想而偉大！
Man dreams and great!

急求7人的英語小話劇，要有中文翻譯哦！

以making a better decision 英語中文最好也有中文翻譯

look before you leap and shop around before you make the final decision, precaution is a must for you to make a better decision.在做最終決定前要三思而後行、貨比三家。謹慎是做出更好決定的必要條件。

英語小短文四年級的 一個小短文最多3句 有中文翻譯！

My name is xxx. My family has three people. They are my father, mother and I.

英語的貴族姓氏，要有中文翻譯

諾曼王室Norman 安茹王室Anjou 蘭開斯特王室Lancaster 約克王室York 都鐸王室Tudor 斯圖亞特王室Stuart 漢諾威王室Hannover 薩克森-科堡-哥達王室一開始姓Wettiner，1917年改姓Windsor 現在女王子孫的姓氏為Mountbatten-Windsor，這個復姓的前半部分即是愛丁堡公爵菲利普親王的母姓，菲利普親王的父系家族來自希臘王室Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glück *** urg家族。
此外還有一些非王室顯貴姓氏，如Spencer家族，馬爾博羅公爵約翰丘吉爾後裔的兩個分支分別為丘吉爾首相和黛安娜王妃的祖先。還有已故王太後Bowes-Lyon家族。
精小銳

⑺ 求一篇短篇小說（英文的，字數500

How to learn English well
In China ,with the development of our country, now there are millions of
people learning english.
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，
speaking，reading and writing. If you can form the habit of thinking and writing
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.

⑻ 急需一個英文短篇小說 500〜800字！求快！要原創型的！

El Sordo was making his fight on a hilltop. He did not like this hill and when he saw it he thought it had the shape of a chancre. But he had had no choice except this hill and he had picked it as far away as he could see it and galloped for it, the automatic rifle heavy on his back, the horse laboring, barrel heaving between his thighs, the sack of grenades swinging against one side, the sack of automatic rifle pans banging against the other, and Joaqu璯 and Ignacio halting and firing, halting and firing to give him time to get the gun in place.
There had still been snow then, the snow that had ruined them, and when his horse was hit so that he wheezed in a slow, jerking, climbing stagger up the last part of the crest, splattering the snow with a bright, pulsing jet, Sordo had hauled him along by the bridle, the reins over his shoulder as he climbed. He climbed as hard as he could with the bullets spatting on the rocks, with the two sacks heavy on his shoulders, and then, holding the horse by the mane, had shot him quickly, expertly, and tenderly just where he had needed him, so that the horse pitched, head forward down to plug a gap between two rocks. He had gotten the gun to firing over the horse's back and he fired two pans, the gun clattering, the empty shells pitching into the snow, the smell of burnt hair from the burnt hide where the hot muzzle rested, him firing at what came up to the hill, forcing them to scatter for cover, while all the time there was a chill in his back from not knowing what was behind him. Once the last of the five men had reached the hilltop the chill went out of his back and he had saved the pans he had left until he would need them.
There were two more horses dead along the slope and three more were dead here on the hilltop. He had only succeeded in stealing three horses last night and one had bolted when they tried to mount him bareback in the corral at the camp when the first shooting had started.
Of the five men who had reached the hilltop three were wounded. Sordo was wounded in the calf of his leg and in two places in his left arm. He was very thirsty, his wounds had stiffened, and one of the wounds in his left arm was very painful. He also had a bad headache and as he lay waiting for the planes to come he thought of a joke in Spanish. It was, "_Hay que tomar la muerte como si fuera aspirina_," which means, "You will have to take death as an aspirin." But he did not make the joke aloud. He grinned somewhere inside the pain in his head and inside the nausea that came whenever he moved his arm and looked around at what there was left of his band.
The five men were spread out like the points of a five-pointed star. They had g with their knees and hands and made mounds in front of their heads and shoulders with the dirt and piles of stones. Using this cover, they were linking the indivial mounds up with stones and dirt. Joaqu璯, who was eighteen years old, had a steel helmet that he g with and he passed dirt in it.
He had gotten this helmet at the blowing up of the train. It had a bullet hole through it and every one had always joked at him for keeping it. But he had hammered the jagged edges of the bullet hole smooth and driven a wooden plug into it and then cut the plug off and smoothed it even with the metal inside the helmet.
When the shooting started he had clapped this helmet on his head so hard it banged his head as though he had been hit with a casserole and, in the last lung-aching, leg-dead, mouth-dry, bulletspatting, bullet-cracking, bullet-singing run up the final slope of the hill after his horse was killed, the helmet had seemed to weigh a great amount and to ring his bursting forehead with an iron band. But he had kept it. Now he g with it in a steady, almost machinelike desperation. He had not yet been hit.
"It serves for something finally," Sordo said to him in his deep, throaty voice.
"_Resistir y fortificar es vencer_," Joaqu璯 said, his mouth stiff with the dryness of fear which surpassed the normal thirst of battle. It was one of the slogans of the Communist party and it meant, "Hold out and fortify, and you will win."
Sordo looked away and down the slope at where a cavalryman was sniping from behind a boulder. He was very fond of this boy and he was in no mood for slogans.
"What did you say?"
One of the men turned from the building that he was doing. This man was lying flat on his face, reaching carefully up with his hands to put a rock in place while keeping his chin flat against the ground.
Joaqu璯 repeated the slogan in his dried-up boy's voice without checking his digging for a moment.
"What was the last word?" the man with his chin on the ground asked.
"_Vencer_," the boy said. "Win."
"_Mierda_," the man with his chin on the ground said.
"There is another that applies to here," Joaqu璯 said, bringing them out as though they were talismans, "Pasionaria says it is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees."
"_Mierda_ again," the man said and another man said, over his shoulder, "We're on our bellies, not our knees."
"Thou. Communist. Do you know your Pasionaria has a son thy age in Russia since the start of the movement?"
"It's a lie," Joaqu璯 said.
"_Qu?va_, it's a lie," the other said. "The dynamiter with the rare name told me. He was of thy party, too. Why should he lie?"
"It's a lie," Joaqu璯 said. "She would not do such a thing as keep a son hidden in Russia out of the war."
"I wish I were in Russia," another of Sordo's men said. "Will not thy Pasionaria send me now from here to Russia, Communist?"
"If thou believest so much in thy Pasionaria, get her to get us off this hill," one of the men who had a bandaged thigh said.
"The fascists will do that," the man with his chin in the dirt said.
"Do not speak thus," Joaqu璯 said to him.
"Wipe the pap of your mother's breasts off thy lips and give me a hatful of that dirt," the man with his chin on the ground said. "No one of us will see the sun go down this night."
El Sordo was thinking: It is shaped like a chancre. Or the breast of a young girl with no nipple. Or the top cone of a volcano. You have never seen a volcano, he thought. Nor will you ever see one. And this hill is like a chancre. Let the volcanos alone. It's late now for the volcanos.
He looked very carefully around the withers of the dead horse and there was a quick hammering of firing from behind a boulder well down the slope and he heard the bullets from the submachine gun thud into the horse. He crawled along behind the horse and looked out of the angle between the horse's hindquarters and the rock. There were three bodies on the slope just below him where they had fallen when the fascists had rushed the crest under cover of the automatic rifle and submachine gunfire and he and the others had broken down the attack by throwing and rolling down hand grenades. There were other bodies that he could not see on the other sides of the hill crest. There was no dead ground by which attackers could approach the summit and Sordo knew that as long as his ammunition and grenades held out and he had as many as four men they could not get him out of there unless they brought up a trench mortar. He did not know whether they had sent to La Granja for a trench mortar. Perhaps they had not, because surely, soon, the planes would come. It had been four hours since the observation plane had flown over them.
This hill is truly like a chancre, Sordo thought, and we are the very pus of it. But we killed many when they made that stupidness. How could they think that they would take us thus? They have such modern armament that they lose all their sense with overconfidence. He had killed the young officer who had led the assault with a grenade that had gone bouncing and rolling down the slope as they came up it, running, bent half over. In the yellow flash and gray roar of smoke he had seen the officer dive forward to where he lay now like a heavy, broken bundle of old clothing marking the farthest point that the assault had reached. Sordo looked at this body and then, down the hill, at the others.
They are brave but stupid people, he thought. But they have sense enough now not to attack us again until the planes come. Unless, of course, they have a mortar coming. It would be easy with a mortar. The mortar was the normal thing and he knew that they would die as soon as a mortar came up, but when he thought of the planes coming up he felt as naked on that hilltop as though all of his clothing and even his skin had been removed. There is no nakeder thing than I feel, he thought. A flayed rabbit is as well covered as a bear in comparison. But why should they bring planes? They could get us out of here with a trench mortar easily. They are proud of their planes, though, and they will probably bring them. Just as they were so proud of their automatic weapons that they made that stupidness. But undoubtedly they must have sent for a mortar too.
One of the men fired. Then jerked the bolt and fired again, quickly.
"Save thy cartridges," Sordo said.
"One of the sons of the great whore tried to reach that boulder," the man pointed.
"Did you hit him?" Sordo asked, turning his head with difficulty.
"Nay," the man said. "The fornicator cked back."
"Who is a whore of whores is Pilar," the man with his chin in the dirt said. "That whore knows we are dying here."
"She could do no good," Sordo said. The man had spoken on the side of his good ear and he had heard him without turning his head. "What could she do?"
"Take these sluts from the rear."
"_Qu?va_," Sordo said. "They are spread around a hillside. How would she come on them? There are a hundred and fifty of them. Maybe more now."
"But if we hold out until dark," Joaqu璯 said.
"And if Christmas comes on Easter," the man with his chin on the ground said.
"And if thy aunt had _cojones_ she would be thy uncle," another said to him. "Send for thy Pasionaria. She alone can help us."
"I do not believe that about the son," Joaqu璯 said. "Or if he is there he is training to be an aviator or something of that sort."
"He is hidden there for safety," the man told him.
"He is studying dialectics. Thy Pasionaria has been there. So have Lister and Modesto and others. The one with the rare name told me."
"That they should go to study and return to aid us," Joaqu璯 said.
"That they should aid us now," another man said. "That all the cruts of Russian sucking swindlers should aid us now." He fired and said, "_Me cago en tal_; I missed him again."
"Save thy cartridges and do not talk so much or thou wilt be very thirsty," Sordo said. "There is no water on this hill."
"Take this," the man said and rolling on his side he pulled a wineskin that he wore slung from his shoulder over his head and handed it to Sordo. "Wash thy mouth out, old one. Thou must have much thirst with thy wounds."
"Let all take it," Sordo said.
"Then I will have some first," the owner said and squirted a long stream into his mouth before he handed the leather bottle around.
"Sordo, when thinkest thou the planes will come?" the man with his chin in the dirt asked.
"Any time," said Sordo. "They should have come before."
"Do you think these sons of the great whore will attack again?"
"Only if the planes do not come."
He did not think there was any need to speak about the mortar. They would know it soon enough when the mortar came.
"God knows they've enough planes with what we saw yesterday."
"Too many," Sordo said.
His head hurt very much and his arm was stiffening so that the pain of moving it was almost unbearable. He looked up at the bright, high, blue early summer sky as he raised the leather wine bottle with his good arm. He was fifty-two years old and he was sure this was the last time he would see that sky.
He was not at all afraid of dying but he was angry at being trapped on this hill which was only utilizable as a place to die. If we could have gotten clear, he thought. If we could have made them come up the long valley or if we could have broken loose across the road it would have been all right. But this chancre of a hill. We must use it as well as we can and we have used it very well so far.
If he had known how many men in history have had to use a hill to die on it would not have cheered him any for, in the moment he was passing through, men are not impressed by what has happened to other men in similar circumstances any more than a widow of one day is helped by the knowledge that other loved husbands have died. Whether one has fear of it or not, one's death is difficult to accept. Sordo had accepted it but there was no sweetness in its acceptance even at fifty-two, with three wounds and him surrounded on a hill.
He joked about it to himself but he looked at the sky and at the far mountains and he swallowed the wine and he did not want it. If one must die, he thought, and clearly one must, I can die. But I hate it.
Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the st of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

⑼ 求一篇500字左右的英文短篇小說 關於生命與死亡主題的

My Brother』s Suicide Is Helping Save Lives

住在美國阿肯色州的妮基18歲，之前從沒有聽別人談論過自殺這回事。但當這事發生在自己家人身上時，她覺得不能再沉默了。
My little brother, Tyler, and I were extremely close growing up. We』d make up top-secret handshakes after watching our favorite show. We spent hours talking about music: I play the clarinet[單簧管], and Ty was a true band geek[怪胎] whose trumpet[小號] was never far out of his reach. Sure, we bickered[鬥嘴] over stupid stuff—it drove me crazy when he』d leave up the toilet seat in the bathroom! But we told each other everything. Or so I』d thought.
我和弟弟泰勒自幼就非常親近。我們會在看完最喜歡的節目後來個秘密握手;我們會花很長時間討論音樂：我吹奏單簧管，泰則是一個不折不扣的樂隊怪胎，小號從不離手。當然，我們也會為一些無聊小事爭吵——每次他在浴室上完廁所卻沒有把廁所板放下我就抓狂!然而我們無話不說——或者我原以為是這樣吧。
Dazed [茫然的] and Confused
茫然與困惑
There was nothing particularly memorable about the cold midwinter Arkansas day when Ty killed himself. Ty, 14, got home from band practice and did the usual: cheerfully greeted everyone, then went straight to his room to practice his trumpet. Once dinner was ready, he joined my mom, my dad, and me to eat barbecued[烤肉] chicken while watching TV. I noticed then that Ty wasn』t talking much—typically[通常] he and my dad joked around the whole time. But it didn』t seem like anything was wrong, and after taking out the trash, Ty went back to his room. I had no idea it would be the last time I』d see him.
泰自殺的那個仲冬天，寒冷的阿肯色一切如常，沒有發生什麼印象特別深刻的事情。14歲的泰參加完樂隊訓練後回到家，像平常那樣高興地向各人問好，然後徑直走回自己房間練習小號。晚餐准備好後，他跟爸爸媽媽和我一邊吃烤雞，一邊看電視。我發現泰沒怎麼說話——通常他和爸爸會不停地開玩笑。但沒什麼不對勁兒的。倒完垃圾後，泰回到自己的房間。我沒想到這是我最後一次見他。
It was nearly 8 o』 clock when I heard what sounded like glass breaking coming from Ty』s room. My dad went to find out what happened, then my mom checked too before dragging[拖，拉] me into their bedroom. 「What』s going on?」 I asked. She was crying so hard, she couldn』t answer. Then my dad showed up with all of our shoes and coats and screamed, 「He』s still got a pulse[脈搏]. We』re going to the emergency room[急救室]!」
差不多8點的時候，我聽見泰的房間里傳出類似玻璃破碎的聲音。爸爸過去看看發生什麼事。媽媽也去查看了，之後她把我拉到他們房間。「發生什麼事了?」我問。她哭得很厲害，根本無法作答。爸爸隨後拿著我們的鞋子和外套出現了，他叫道：「他還有脈搏。我們要去急救室!」
「Oh, my God, I don』t get it! What happened?」 I yelled. But no one answered me. All of a sudden, an ambulance[救護車] was at my house, and we got into the car and sped off behind it. When we arrived at the hospital, Mom and I were put in a private room while my dad checked on Ty. 「What』s going on?!」 I asked again. Mom was hyperventilating[強力呼吸], but she was able to catch her breath enough to say, 「Ty tried to kill himself.」
「噢，我的天啊，我不明白!發生什麼事了?」我叫道。但沒有人回答我。突然，一輛救護車來到我家。我們也上了車，驅車緊跟其後。到達醫院後，媽媽和我被安排在一個單間，爸爸則去查看泰的情況。「到底怎麼回事?!」我再次問到。媽媽竭力地呼吸，但終於能夠緩過氣說話：「泰試圖自殺。」
I was in total denial[否認]. 「That』s not funny!」 I yelled. Then my dad returned, looked at my mom, and shook his head as if to say, 「Ty didn』t make it.」 My mom passed out[昏倒]. I didn』t have any emotion. I wasn』t even crying. NOTHING made sense[有意義].
我一點也不相信。「開什麼玩笑!」我叫道。爸爸回來了。他看著媽媽搖了搖頭，彷彿在說：「泰沒活過來。」媽媽暈倒了。我一點感覺也沒有，甚至沒有哭。一切都顯得毫無意義。
Feeling Lost
悵然若失
After Ty shot himself, my family alternated[交替，輪流] between tears and silence, barely leaving the house. I didn』t go to school for more than four months. I just couldn』t understand why he』d done it—he』d never said that anything was wrong, and it wasn』t until after Ty died that his friend told us that my brother had confessed[承認，坦白] to having thoughts of suicide[自殺]. I went to therapy[治療], but I didn』t like talking to a stranger. Thankfully my best friend was always there for me, but she never pushed me to share my feelings.
泰開槍自殺後，我們一家總是在眼淚和沉默之間徘徊，幾乎沒有離開過房子。我有四個多月沒去上學。我實在不明白他為什麼要這樣做——他從未說過有什麼問題。泰死後，他的朋友才告訴我們泰曾經承認有自殺的念頭。我接受過治療，但始終不喜歡跟陌生人說話。幸好我最好的朋友一直在我左右，不過她從來不會強迫我說出自己的感覺。
When I returned to school, I was surprised that most people treated me normally. That helped because I wanted to act as if it hadn』t happened. But just because nobody mentioned the word suicide didn』t make it disappear. I felt so alone with my feelings, and I didn』t really have anyone I could turn to who had real experience with suicide.
重返學校後，我很驚訝地發現大多數人像平常那樣對我。那很有用，因為我希望一切如常，好像那件事沒有發生過。雖然沒有人提「自殺」這個詞，但並不代表它就消失了。我感到很孤獨，也找不到誰有過涉及自殺的真實經歷可以幫我。
The following spring, I had to do a project for a community-service class, and I realized my topic should be suicide awareness[意識]. I thought if more people talked about it, maybe it wouldn』t happen to another teen. I called the Arkansas Crisis Center, the group who』d spoken to kids at my brother』s school right after his death. I told them I wanted to raise awareness and keep my brother』s memory alive, and when I asked if I could help organize a walkathon注, they said yes! I was so comforted when I saw hundreds of people show up to support my family and other survivors who』d lost loved ones to suicide—I knew then that I wasn』t alone.
第二年春天，我要為社會服務課做一個方案，我意識到應該以「自殺意識」為主題。我想如果多些人討論它，也許自殺就不會發生在其他青少年身上。我打電話給阿肯色危機中心，也就是在我弟弟死後到他學校跟孩子們交談的團體。我對他們說我希望提高人們對自殺的關注，並希望大家記住我弟弟。當我問能否幫忙組織一場步行馬拉松時，他們說可以!看到數以百計的人到來支持我們家，看到那些因自殺而失去至愛的人，我倍感欣慰——我知道自己並不是孤身作戰。
Shedding Some Light
一點希望
Being open about suicide rather than treating it like a secret felt so incredible that I started to speak at school assemblies[集會]. Sharing Ty』s story is helping me heal, and so far I』ve had two people confess that they had thoughts of suicide. I directed them to help right away. It is so amazing to know that another family wouldn』t have to go through what mine did. If Ty were here, I think he』d be really proud of me and happy to know his life is having such a positive[積極的] effect on others.
坦然面對自殺，而不是將它當作一個秘密，這感覺真好。所以我開始在學校的集會上發言。分享泰的故事幫助我治癒(創傷)。至今已經有兩個人向我坦白說他們想過自殺。我馬上指引他們接受幫助。知道另一個家庭不用經歷我們所經歷的一切，真是太好了。如果泰還在，我想他會為我感到十分自豪，也一定會為自己的生命給別人帶來積極的影響而高興。
伸出援手
如果你認識的人想不開，你可以試試以下方法：
發現自殺信號。留意情緒是否有變化——你的朋友已經有兩個星期表現得很沮喪;平時喜歡做的事情現在都不做了;情緒起伏不定;或者突然離群獨居。
告訴其他人。不要把自殺當成秘密。如果你的朋友承認曾經傷害自己，你要告訴家長或老師——即使他/她要你發誓保密。你或許可以挽救一個生命!
聽取意見。你可以咨詢當地的防止自殺組織，聽取他們的意見。
註：尤指在美國和加拿大為特定事業籌款而進行的步行馬拉松。

記得採納，親

⑽ 英文短篇美文

閱讀是個體語言學習中一項十分重要的基本技能,同時也是個體獲取知識和資訊的基本手段之一。下面是我帶來的經典英語短篇美文，歡迎閱讀!
經典英語短篇美文篇一
小溪的魅力Attraction of Creeks

Nearly everybody has a creek in his or her past, a secret waterway where one spent the spring of one』s youth.

幾乎每一個人的過去都流淌著一條小溪,它發源於少年時代,一路潺潺絮語而來。

An old man』s voice weakens as he talks of a boyhood creek in Louisian where he swam and fished. A woman feels suddenly at home again as she remembers catching fish in the creek behind her parents』 house.

一位老人談起他孩提時在路易斯安那故鄉的小溪里游泳、釣魚時,語調便柔和起來。一位婦女一想起在她父母屋後的小溪里捉魚的情景,頓時感到重新回到了故鄉。

My creek wound between Grandfather』s garden and a neighbor』s hillside pasture. Its banks were shaded by cottonwood3 and redwood trees. On hot summer days the clear and cold water flowed over the little beaches where I fished.

我心中的小溪蜿蜒流淌在祖父的花園和鄰居山腰的草地之間,三角葉楊和紅杉將兩如猛戚岸遮得嚴嚴實實,密不透風。英語美文炎炎夏日,清澈透涼的溪水靜靜地流過散滿礫石的小沙灘,我就在那兒釣魚知兄。

Nothing historic ever happened in these creeks, but they are deep in memory. These creeks are bigger than they seem. They are a part of our hearts and minds more than powerful rivers.

在這些記憶中的小溪里從來沒有發生過什麼驚天動地的大事,然而,它們深深紮根於記憶中。它們比看上去要博大得多。與洶涌澎湃的大河相比,小溪更深深地融入我們的大腦和心靈。

While rivers are heavy, creeks are clear, innocent, lively and full of dreams and promise.anwenw A child can paddle across them without a parent』s warnings. You can go to it alone, catch fish in it and swing from the ropes along its banks. Creeks belong to childhood, drawing you into a wider world, teaching you the curve of the earth.

大河積淀厚重,深不可測;小溪則清澈、純凈、活潑,充滿了夢想和渣陵希望。孩子們不必擔心父母的告誡即可涉水而過。你可以獨自去小溪中捉魚,在岸邊繫上繩子盪鞦韆。小溪屬於童年,將孩子們帶入一個更加廣闊的世界,讓你領略到大地起伏的輪廓。

Poet Robert Frost once wrote: It flows between us, over us and with us. And it is time, strength, tone, light, life and love.

詩人羅伯特·弗羅斯特寫道:"小溪流淌著,在我們之中,在我們之上,跟我們融為一體。小溪是時間、力量、樂曲、光明、生命和愛。"
經典英語短篇美文篇二
心存感激Be Thankful

Be Thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

心存感激吧，因為你沒有得到所有期望得到的，如果都有了的話，那還有什麼值得期盼呢?

Be thankful when you don't know something, for it gives you opportunities to learn.

心存感激吧，因為你總有未知，才使你有機會去學習;

Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.

心存感激吧，因為有艱苦的時期才使得你成長;

Be thankful for your limitations, anwenw because they give you opportunities for improvement.

因你的力所不及而心存感激吧，正因為如此，你才有機會進步。

Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.

因每一次全新挑戰而心存感激吧，正因為如此，你的力量得以增強，性格得以塑造。

It's easy to be thankful to the good things. A life of rich fulfillment es to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.

因你所犯之錯而心存感激吧，正因如此，你才得到了寶貴的經驗。

Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can bee your blessings.

因疲憊和厭倦而心存感激吧，因為這意味著你做了改變。
經典英語短篇美文篇三
甜美的九月Sweet September

September is more than a month; it is a season in itself.

九月不僅僅是一個月份,它還是一個季節。

It begins with August』s leftovers and ends with October』s preparations, but along the way it achieves its own special satisfactions. September —in its own time, at its own pace —begins with the closing of the summer.

它始於八月的余熱,終於十月繁忙的准備,但在這之間,它帶來了異常的滿足。九月,伴著它的時令,踩著它的節拍,翩然而至,宣告夏季的結束。

With September we begin to feel the autumn. It creeps in on misty dawns and disappears on hot afternoons. anwenw It creeps into the treetops and the leaves, then rides a tuft of thistledown across the valley and away. It sits on a hilltop and cries like an October owl in the sk. It plays with the wind. September is like a busy squirrel in a tree, and sometimes like a lazy river. It is summer』s ripeness and richness that brought to a sweet September.

九月悄然給我們捎來了一絲秋意。它無聲無息地浸入霧濛濛的清晨,卻又在陽光煦暖的午後沒了蹤影。它躡手躡腳地跨過樹梢,掠過些許葉子,又輕踏一簇毛薊繞過山谷而去。它獨棲山頂,像十月黃昏中貓頭鷹的鳴叫;又同微風嬉戲。時而如樹上的松鼠,忙得不亦樂乎;時而如慵懶的小溪,汩汩流淌。夏季的成熟與豐饒成就了甜美的九月。

Some of the rarest days of the year e in September, fortably cool but pulsing with life, with clear and clean skies, anwenw pure air and wind free of st. The fields still *** ell of the sweetness of cut grass. September』s flowers are less varied than those of the spring, but so abundant that they make September a second May. The goldenrod, flowering by mid-August, reaches its peak of golden abundance in early September. Late thistles show their purple everywhere, and asters4 blossom along the roadsides, in meadows, on hilltops, even in cities.

九月給我們帶來了一年中最難得的時光:晴空萬里,秋高氣爽,清風徐來,一塵不染,生命與季節一起脈動。草場上散發著清新綠草的清香。九月花草種類不及春天,但亦是百花爭榮,彷彿另一個五月。黃花在八月中旬含苞欲放,待到九月初花重四野,遍地金黃。晚薊卻爭紫斗艷,引人入勝。紫菀處處綻放,在小路旁,草場中,山頂上,甚至在市區里。

We think of spring as the time of miracles, but September is also a lasting wonder.

春天是個充滿奇跡的季節,但九月也是一種永恆的奇跡。