英文短篇小說初秋題目

⑴ 適合初學者看的英文小說

一、Charlie and the Chocolate Factory《查理和他的克工廠》

一本有趣好看而充滿想像力的童話小說，講述了窮孩子查理幸運拿到可以進入巧克力工廠參觀的金券後，一系列的奇遇。 在書中可以看到，小查理和他的家裡人過的生活雖然貧窮，可他們深深地懂得愛，這維持了他們除生活外的一切滿足感，看完如果意猶未盡，還可以看看同名電影。

二、The wonderful wizard of Oz《綠野仙蹤》

故事講述了小蘿莉多蘿西被大風吹到一個奇異國度(奧茲國)的奇遇記。這個可愛的小故事里有一個善良的小蘿莉，一個稻草人，一個鐵皮機器人與一個獅子。短小精悍，沒什麼難度，易讀易懂，卻又引人入勝。

三、Flipped《怦然心動》

這本便是同名電影的原著小說，它講述了一個單純美好的故事，裡面有美好的田園風光和校園生活，還有屬於布萊斯和朱莉的故事。小說要比電影有意思很多，相信你看的時候一定會笑出聲來。敘述以男孩和女孩視角的章節交錯進行，畫面感很強。

四、Hyperbole and a Half- Allie Brosh我幼稚的時候好有范

比爾蓋茨2015年的推薦書單里就有這本奇特的小書，他說道：你會希望小說更長，因為這些故事很有趣，很睿智。它故事短小，畫風奇特，非常適合於碎片時間閱讀。

五、The little word of Liz Climo你今天真好看

這本畫風萌系、溫暖的治癒系，收錄了莉茲克里莫150多張逗趣漫畫和小說情節。畫中的故事簡單卻動人，圍繞著各種萌萌的小動物展開，有兔子，蜥蜴，棕熊，企鵝等。簡短有趣的句子配上可愛清新的漫畫，很快就可以看完。

⑵ 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

⑶ 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。

⑷ 求大神給一篇英文短小說的翻譯。題目是 A secret lost in the water

After I started going to school my father scarcely talked any more. I was very intoxicated by the new game of spelling; my father had little skill for it ( it was my mother who wrote our letters) and was convinced I was no longer interested in hearing him tell of his adventures ring the long weeks when he was far away from the house.
在我開始上學以後，我父親幾乎不再說話了。我對於拼寫的新游戲非常興奮。我的父親對於它（指拼寫）幾乎沒有什麼技能 (總是我母親寫信給我們)並被說服了，就是我不再對於聽他從這所房子講述他在漫長的幾個星期里的冒險經歷感興趣了。
One day, however, he said to me :
『The time』s come to show you something.』
He asked me to follow him. I walked behind him, not talking, as we had got in the habit of doing. He stopped in the field before a clump of leafy bushes.
『Those are called alders,』 he said.
『I know.』
『You have to learn how to choose,』 my father pointed out.
I didn』t understand. He touched each branch of the bush, one at a time, with religious care.
『You have to choose one that』s very fine, a perfect one, like this.』
I looked; it seemed exactly like the others.
My father opened his pocket knife and cut the branch he』d selected with pious care. He stripped off the
leaves and showed me the branch, which formed a perfect Y.
『You see,』 he said, 『the branch has two arms. Now take one in each hand. And squeeze them.』
I did as he asked and took in each hand one fork of the Y, which was thinner than a pencil.
『Close your eyes,』 my father ordered, 『 and squeeze a little harder….Don』t open your eyes! Do you feel anything?』
『The branch is moving!』 I exclaimed, astonished.
有一天，然而，他對我說：「時間會來顯示一些事情」
他叫我跟他走。我走在他身後，沒有說話，因為我們已經習慣了。他在一片茂密的灌木叢前停了下來。
他說，這些被稱為「榿木」。
「我知道。」
「你必須學會如何選擇，」我父親指出。
我不明白。他一次又一次地，如同敬神一般的觸摸著灌木叢中的每一根樹枝，。
「你必須選擇一個非常好的，一個完美的，像這樣的。」
我看了看;它看起來和其他的完全一樣。
我的父親打開了他的口袋刀，割斷了他精心挑選的樹枝。他脫光衣服
樹葉，給我看樹枝，它形成了一個完美的丫字形。
「你看，」他說，「樹枝上有兩條胳膊。現在每個手拿一個，擠壓他們。」
我按他的要求做了，每隻手拿一隻比鉛筆還薄的丫叉。
「閉上你的眼睛,」父親命令,「和擠壓…有點困難。不要打開你的眼睛!你感覺什麼嗎?」
「樹枝在蠕動!」我叫道,大吃一驚。
Beneath my clenched fingers the alder was wriggling like a small, frightened snake. My father saw that I was about to drop it.
『Hang on to it!』
『The branch is squirming,』 I repeated. 『And I hear something that sounds like a river!』
『Open your eyes,』 my father ordered.
I was stunned, as though he』d awakened me while I was dreaming.
『What does it mean?』 I asked my father.
『It means that underneath us, right here, there』s a little fresh-water spring. If we dig, we could drink from it. I』ve just taught you how to find a spring. It』s something my own father taught me. It isn』t something you learn in school. And it isn』t useless : a man can get along without writing and arithmetic, but he can never get along without water.』
在我緊握的手指下，榿木像一條受驚的小蛇一樣蠕動著。我父親看到我要把它扔掉。
「繼續下去!」
「樹枝在蠕動，」我重復道。「我聽到了一種像河一樣的聲音!」
「睜開眼睛，」父親命令道。
我驚呆了，彷彿他在我做夢的時候叫醒了我。
「這是什麼意思?」我問父親。
它的意思是，在我們下面，在這里，有一個淡水泉。如果我們挖它，我們可以喝到水。我剛教你怎麼找到泉水。這是我父親教我的。這不是你在學校里能夠學到的東西。而且它也不是無用的:一個人可以不會寫也不會算數可以生存，但他卻永遠無法在沒有水的情況下生存。
Much later, I discovered that my father was famous in the region because of what people called his 『gift』 :
before digging a well they always consulted him; they would watch him prospecting the fields or the hills, eyes closed, hands clenched on the fork of an alder bough. Wherever my father stopped, they marked the ground;
there they would dig; and from there water would gush forth.
很久以後，我發現我父親在這個地區很出名，因為人們親切地稱他為「禮物」:
在挖井之前，他們總是徵求他的意見;他們會看著他在田野或山丘上找礦，眼睛閉著，雙手緊握在一個榿木樹枝上。無論我父親在哪裡停下，他們都在地上標記;
他們會挖掘;然後水就會湧出來。
Years passed; I went to other schools, saw other countries, I had children, I wrote some books and my poor father is lying in the earth where so many times he had found fresh water.
One day someone began to make a film about my village and its inhabitants, from whom I』ve stolen so many of the stories that I tell. With the film crew we went to see a farmer to capture the image of a sad man: his children didn』t want to receive the inheritance he』d spent his whole life preparing for them — the finest farm in the area. While the technicians were getting cameras and microphones ready the farmer put his arm around my shoulders, saying :
『I knew your father well.』
『Ah! I know. Everybody in the village knows each other… No one feels like an outsider.』
『You know what』s under your feet?』
『Hell?』 I asked, laughing.
好些年過去了;我去了別的學校，看到了其他的國家，我有了自己的孩子，我也寫了一些書，我可憐的父親長眠在他已經找到了很多的淡水那裡的地下。
有一天，有人開始拍一部關於我的村莊和它的居民的電影，我從他那裡偷來了很多他給我講的故事。在電影攝制組的幫助下，我們去找一個農夫幫助我們去捕捉一個悲傷的人的形象:他的孩子們不想接受他一生都在為他們准備的遺產——最好的農場，在該地區。當技術人員准備好相機和麥克風的時候，農民把他的手臂搭在我的肩膀上，說:「我很了解你的父親。」
「啊! 我知道。村裡的每個人都知道彼此…沒有人感覺就像一個局外人。」

「你知道你腳下是什麼嗎?」

「地獄?」我問,笑了。
『Under you feet there』s a well. Before I g I called in specialists from the Department of Agriculture; they did research, they analyzed shovelfuls of dirt; and they made a report where they said there wasn』t any water on my land. With the family, the animals, the crops, I need water. When I saw that those specialists hadn』t found any I thought of your father and I asked him to come over. He didn』t want to; I think he was pretty fed up with me because I 『d asked those specialists instead of him. But finally he came; he went and cut off a little branch, then he walked around for a while with his eyes shut; he stopped, he listened to something we couldn』t hear and then he said to me : 『Dig right here, there』s enough water to get your whole flock drunk and drown your specialists besides.』 We g and found water. Fine water that』s never heard of pollution.
「你站的腳下有一口井，在我挖掘之前，我請來了農業部的專家;他們做了研究，分析了土壤;他們做了一個報告，說我的土地上沒有水。我有我的家庭，動物，莊稼，我需要水。當我看到那些專家還沒有找到水源時，我想起了你父親，我請他過來。他不想來;我覺得他很厭煩我，因為我問了那些專家而不是他。但最後他去砍了一根小樹枝，然後他閉著眼睛在附近轉悠了一會兒; 他停了下來，聽著我們聽不見的東西，然後他對我說:「挖到這兒，有足夠的水把你的整個羊群都喝醉了，還能把你的專家們淹死。」我們挖了挖，發現了水源。聽說過的沒有污染的好水源。
The film people were ready; they called to me to take my place.
『I』m gonna to show you something,』 said the farmer, keeping me back. 『You wait right here.』
He disappeared into a shack which he must have used to store things, then came back with a branch which he held out to me.
『I never throw nothing away; I kept the alder branch your father cut to find my water. I don』t understand, it hasn』t dried out.』
電影攝制人員都准備好了;他們叫站好我的位置。
「我要給你看些東西，」農夫說著，把我拉了回去。「你在這里等一下。」
他消失在一個小棚子里，那一定是用來儲藏東西的，然後又帶著樹枝回來了，他向我伸出一枝樹枝。
「我從不把東西扔掉;我把你父親切開的來找我的水源的榿木樹枝保留著。我不明白的是，它還沒干呢。」
Moved as I touched the branch, kept out of I don』t know what sense of piety—and which really wasn』t dry —I had the feeling that my father was watching me over my shoulder; I closed my eyes and, standing above the spring my father had discovered, I waited for the branch to writhe, I hoped the sound of gushing water would rise to my ears.
The alder stayed motionless in my hands and the water beneath the earth refused to sing.
Somewhere along the roads I』d taken since the village of my childhood I had forgotten my father』s knowledge.
『Don』t feel sorry,』 said the man, thinking no doubt of his farm and his childhood; 『nowadays fathers can』t pass on anything to the next generation.』
And he took the alder branch from my hands.
當我觸摸著樹枝的時候，我說不出那是什麼樣的一種虔誠的感覺，——我覺得父親在我肩上方看著我;我閉上眼睛，站在我父親發現的水源的上方，我期待著樹枝的蠕動，我希望滔滔不絕的水聲會湧上我的耳朵。
榿木樹枝一動不動地握在我的手裡，地下的泉水卻拒絕詠唱。
從我童年時代起，我就已經在路上的某個地方忘記了父親的知識技能。
「別難過，」那個人說，他的認知就如他對他的農場和他的童年是毫不懷疑的，「現今的父親也沒法把所有東西傳給下一代。」
他從我手裡接過了榿木樹枝。

⑸ early autumn 的解讀

early autumn有初秋;早秋;早來的秋天;夏末秋初的意思

音標：英 [ˈɜːli ˈɔːtəm] 美 [ˈɜːrli ˈɔːtəm]

名詞 n.1. 初秋

例句1：

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例句1譯文：初秋的天氣格外明朗清新。

例句2：

Oranearlyautumnnight,theyonceagainstandinthat"blackhole"attheentrance.

例句2譯文：還是一個初秋的夜晚，他們又一次站在了那個「黑洞」的入口處。

(5)英文短篇小說初秋題目擴展閱讀：

表示秋天、初秋的單詞

1、Autumn breeze 秋風吹過

2、To Autumn 在秋季

3、The Autumn 落葉的秋

常見句型：

1、Asforme,Ihaveaspecialemotiontoautumn.

對我來說，我對秋天有一種特殊的情感。

2、Ilikethetasteofautumn,itis overcaster than thatinwinter.

我喜歡秋天的味道，它比在冬日裡憂郁。

3、Autumn colours are the browns, oranges and yellows of autumn leaves.

秋季的色彩就是落葉的褐色、橙色和黃色。

⑹ 一篇英文短篇小說的英文版簡介，應付作業啊，一定要快

《The Million Pound Note》：

In 1903, American seaman Henry Adams (Gregory Peck) is stranded penniless in England and gets caught up in an unusual wager between two wealthy, eccentric brothers, Oliver (Ronald Squire) and Roderick Montpelier (Wilfrid Hyde-White). They persuade the Bank of England to issue a one million pound banknote, which they present to Adams in an envelope (only telling him that it contains some money). The reason for this is that Oliver believes that the mere existence of the note will enable the possessor to obtain whatever he needs, while Roderick contends that it would actually have to be spent for it to be of any use.

Once Adams gets over the shock of discovering how much the note is worth, he tries to return it to the brothers, but is told that they have left for a month. He then finds a letter in the envelope, explaining the wager and promising him a job if he can avoid spending the note for the month.

At first, everything goes as Oliver had predicted. Adams is mistaken for an eccentric millionaire and has no trouble getting food, clothes and a hotel suite on credit, just by showing his note. The story of the note is reported in the newspapers. Adams is welcomed into exclusive social circles, meeting the American ambassador and English aristocracy. He becomes very friendly with Portia Lansdowne (Jane Griffiths), the niece of the Duchess of Cromarty.

Then, fellow American Lloyd Hastings (Hartley Power) asks him to back a business venture. Hastings tells Adams that he does not have to put up any money himself; the mere association will allow Hastings to raise the money he needs to start up a gold mine by selling shares.

Trouble arises when the Duke of Frognal (A. E. Matthews), who had been unceremoniously evicted from the suite Adams now occupies, hides the note as a joke. When Adams is unable to proce the note, panic breaks out amongst the shareholders and Adams' creditors. Fortunately, all is straightened out
, and Adams is able to return the note to the Montpelier brothers at the end of the month.

⑺ 求一篇短篇小說（英文的，字數500-1000詞）

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. 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. One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room. "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?" "She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue. "Paint?" said the doctor. "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "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." 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. 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. 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. 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. "What is it, dear?" asked Sue. "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." "Five what, dear?" asked Sue. "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?" "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 ¨C 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." "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." "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." "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." "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." 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. 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. 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?" "She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas." "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." 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. The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window. "Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly. Sue obeyed. 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. "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." "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?" But Johnsy did not answer. 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. "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." An hour later she said: "Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples." Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway. "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." The next day, the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now -- that's all." Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her. "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. 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. 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 ¨C he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."