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❶ 急需一个英文短篇小说 500〜800字!求快!要原创型的!

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.

❷ 500词英文小说故事梗概和人物性格分析,要英文的

a touching story
一个感人的故事
One day, a poor boy who was trying to pay his way through school by selling goods door to door found that he only had one dime left.He was hungry so he decided to beg for a meal at the next house.
一天,一个贫穷的小男孩为了攒够学费正挨家挨户地推销商品, 饥寒交旦竖迫的他摸遍全身,却只有一角钱。于是他决定向下一户人家讨口饭吃。
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.She thought he looked hungry so she brought him a large glass of milk.He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"
然而,当一位美丽的年轻女子打开房门的时候,这个小男孩却有点不知所措了。他没有要饭,只乞求给他一口水喝。这位女子看到他饥饿的样子,就倒了一大杯牛奶给他。男孩慢慢地喝完牛奶,问道:“我应该付多少钱?”
"You don't owe me anything," she replied."Mother has taught me never to accept pay for a kindness."He said, "Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart."As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but it also increased his faith in God and the human race.
年轻女子微笑着回答:“一分钱也不用付。我妈妈教导我,施以闭山爱心,不图回报。”男孩说:“那么,就请接受我由衷的感谢吧!”说完,霍华德-凯利就离开了这户人家,此时的他不仅自模态大己浑身是劲儿,而且更加相信上帝和整个人类。
He was about to give up and quit before this point.The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved .
本来,他都打算放弃了。生活中最大的幸福是坚信有人爱我们。
Years later the young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled.They finally sent her to the big city, where specialists can be called in to study her rare disease.Dr. Howard Kelly, now famous was called in for the consultation.When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.Immediately, he rose and went down through the hospital hall into her room.
数年之后,那位女子得了一种罕见的重病,当地医生对此束手无策。最后,她被转到大城市医治,由专家会诊治疗。大名鼎鼎的霍华德-凯利医生也参加了医疗方案的制定。当他听到病人来自的那个城镇的名字时,一个奇怪的念头霎时间闪过他的脑际。他马上起身直奔她的病房。
Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once.He went back to the consultation room and determined to do his best to save her life.From that day on, he gave special attention to her case.
身穿手术服的凯利医生来到病房,一眼就认出了恩人。回到会诊室后,他决心一定要竭尽所能来治好她的病。从那天起,他就特别关照这个对自己有恩的病人。
After a long struggle, the battle was won.Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it and then wrote something on the side.The bill was sent to her room.She was afraid to open it because she was positive that it would take the rest of her life to pay it off.Finally she looked, and the note on the side of the bill caught her attention. She read these words..."Paid in full with a glass of milk."
经过艰苦的努力,手术成功了。凯利医生要求把医药费通知单送到他那里,他看了一下,便在通知单的旁边签了字。当医药费通知单送到她的病房时,她不敢看。因为她确信,治病的费用将会花费她整个余生来偿还。最后,她还是鼓起勇气,翻开了医药费通知单,旁边的那行小字引起了她的注意,她不禁轻声读了出来:“医药费已付:一杯牛奶。”
Dr. Howard Kelly Tears of joy flooded her eyes as she prayed silently: "Thank You, God. Your love has spread through human hearts and hands."
喜悦的泪水溢出了她的眼睛,她默默地祈祷着:“谢谢你,上帝,你的爱已通过人类的心灵和双手传播了。

❸ 求篇英文短篇小说,任何体裁都可以,用做上英语课的演讲用,600——1000字的左右

It was the day before Easter and Peter Cottontail was very busy.As the Chief Easter Bunny,it was his job to hide all the eggs for all the Easter egg hunts around the world.
时间是复活节之前,皮特很忙。作为主要的复活节兔子,他的工作是将所有的为全世界复活节狩猎所需要的蛋藏起来。
Peter wanted to be sure that he had enough of the beautifully colored eggs for everyone.So he was counting them all.But he kept getting distracted and losing count.
皮特想确定他有充足的为复活节而准备的美丽的彩蛋。所以他正在把它们都数一数。但是他一直分神而忘了数的数字。
First,Peter thought he heard the meow of one little kitten.But he didn't see a kitten.Next he thought he heard two meows from two kittens,but he still didn't see anything.
Then Peter thought he heard three meows from three little kittens.
"Maybe they're outside,"thought Peter.So,he opened the door and sure engough...
开始,皮特想他听到了一只小猫的叫声。但是他看不见一只小猫。接着他想他听到了两只小猫的声音,但是他依然什么都看不见。
然后皮特想他看见了三只小猫的声音。
“也许他们在外面,”皮特想。所以他打开门来看个清楚...
There sat three unhappy,little kittens.Peter asked them what was wrong.
"We were playing hide-and-seek with our mitten*,"**plained the kittens."We are very good at hiding,but we are not very good at seeking.And now our mittens are lost."
"If you help me count my eggs,then I can help you find your mittens,"Peter told them.
The three little kittens were so happy that they began to dance and sing.
那里坐着三只不愉快的小猫。皮特问他们有什么麻烦。
“我们用我们的拳击手套玩了‘藏了找’的游戏,”小猫们解释。“我们擅长藏,但是我们不擅长找。现在我们的拳击手套找不到了。”
“假如你们帮助我数我的蛋,然后我就能够帮助你们找到你们的拳击手套,”皮特告诉他们。
那三只小猫如此地高兴以致他们又跳舞又唱歌。
Everyone went into the house and,one-two-three,they counted all the eggs.There were enough eggs for everyone and even three too many.
"Great!"said Peter."It's good to have extra eggs,just in case any break.Now let's find your mittens."
Off went Peter Cottontail and the three little kittens,with Peter Cottontail hopping big-bunny hops and the kittens racing along to keep up.
每个人都进入屋子,一、二、三,他们数了所有的蛋。为每个人准备的蛋是充足的,甚至还多出了三个。
“太好了!”皮特说。“有多余的蛋很好,恰好预防破蛋的情况。现在让我们来找你的拳击手套。”
皮特和三只小猫走出去,皮特跳着大兔步,而三只小猫则跑在后面跟着他。
First,they passed a house made of straw-but no one was there.
Next they passed a house made of sticks.No one was home there either.
Finally,they came to a very nice house made of bricks.
Peter and the three kittens knocked on the door of the pretty brick brick.Soon,three little pigs came out to meet them.
"Welcome!Welcome!"said the three little pigs."We are so glad to have visitors.The Big Bad Wolf chased all our friends away and no one visit us anymore.Won't you come in for a while?"
首先,他们经过了一个由稻草制成的房子,但是每人在家。
接着他们来到一个有树枝做成的房子,也没人在家。
最后他们来到一个由砖头制成的房子。
皮特和三只小猫敲打那个精美的小屋的门。不久,三只小猪出来迎接他们。
“欢迎!欢迎!”三只小猪说。“我们很高兴有人来拜访我们。大坏狼赶走了我们的所有的朋友,再也没人来拜访我们了。你们不进来呆一会吗?”
Peter and the kitten* **plained that they were looking for the kittens' lost mittens.This made the kittens so sad that they began to cry.
"Don't cry,little kittens,"said the three pigs."We haven't see any mittens,but you are welcome to look around."
So everyone looked,but they didn't find the kitten's mittens.
皮特和三个小猫解释他们在寻找小猫丢失的拳击手套。这件事让小猫们哭了起来。
“不要哭,小猫,”三只小猪说,“我们没有看见什么拳击手套。但是欢迎你们在附近找找。”
所以每个人一起看了看,但是他们没有发现小猫的拳击手套。
"You should ask Humpty Dumpty,"suggested the three little pigs."He sits so high up on his wall that he sees everything.Maybe he has seen your mittens."
Peter and the three kittens thanked the pigs and said good-bye.Then off they went.
“你们应该问问汉仆.达谱,”三只小猪建议。“他坐在他家的很高的墙上让他能看见每件事情。也许他看见了你们的拳击手套。”
Before long,they came to a very high wall with a strange,little man sitting on top.
"Excuse me,"said Peter Cottontail,"Are you Humpty Dumpty?"
"Yes,I am,"said the man,"How can I help you?"
不久,他们来到一堵非常高的墙面前,一个陌生的,很小的人坐在墙上。
“对不起,”皮特说,“你是汉仆.达谱吗?”
“是的,”那个人说,“我能帮助你们吗?”
Once again,the three little kitten* **plained how they lost their mittens.And they became so sad that again they began to cry.
"Do not cry,little kittens,"said Humpty Dumpty."This morning I saw three little kittens hide their mittens in the tall grass next to the Babbling Brook."
The three litten kittens began to dance and sing.
"Now we remember!Thank you,thank you!"they cheered.
三只小猫把怎么丢失拳击手套的事又解释了一遍。他们如此地伤心以致他们哭了。
“不要哭,小猫,”汉仆.达谱说,“今天早上我看见三只小猫在胡说河边的高草中藏他们的拳击手套。”
三只小猫开始又跳又唱。
“现在我们记得了!谢谢你,谢谢你!”他们欢呼。

Peter was very happy to have helped the kittens.But suddenly he remembered about Easter.
"Oh no!"he cried."It is almost Easter and I haven't hidden any eggs yet!What will I do?"
皮特很高兴帮助了小猫。但是突然他记得了复活节。
“哦,不!”他喊,“几乎到了复活节了,我还没有将蛋藏好呢!我该怎么办呢?”
"Don't worry."said the three little kittens."You have seen that we are good at hiding things.We will help you hide the eggs."
Peter accepted their help and off everyone rushed,with Peter hopping big-bunny hops and the kittens racing along to keep up.
“不要害怕。”三只小猫说。“你看见了我们擅长藏东西。我们将帮助你来藏蛋。”
皮特接受了他们的帮助,每个人跑起来,皮特跳着大兔步,小猫们在后面奔跑着追赶。
By Easter morning,everything was finished.Best of all,none of the eggs had broken.So Peter gave the three extra eggs to the three little kittens as thanks for all their help.
到了复活节早上,每件事都完成了。最好的是,没有一个蛋被弄破。所以皮特将三个多余的蛋送给了三只小猫作为对他们的帮助的感谢。
--Henry David Thoreau/享利.大卫.梭罗

However mean your life is,meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life,poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant,thrilling,glorious hourss,even in a poor-house.The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts,as in a palace.The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb,like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things,whether clothes or friends,Turn the old,return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

不论你的生活如何卑贱,你要面对它生活,不要躲避它,更别用恶言咒骂它。它不像你那样坏。你最富有的时候,倒是看似最穷。爱找缺点的人就是到天堂里也能找到缺点。你要爱你的生活,尽管它贫穷。甚至在一个济贫院里,你也还有愉快、高兴、光荣的时候。夕阳反射在济贫院的窗上,像身在富户人家窗上一样光亮;在那门前,积雪同在早春融化。我只看到,一个从容的人,在哪里也像在皇宫中一样,生活得心满意足而富有愉快的思想。城镇中的穷人,我看,倒往往是过着最独立不羁的生活。也许因为他们很伟大,所以受之无愧。大多数人以为他们是超然的,不靠城镇来支援他们;可是事实上他们是往往利用了不正当的手段来对付生活,他们是毫不超脱的,毋宁是不体面的。视贫穷如园中之花而像圣人一样耕植它吧!不要找新的花样,无论是新的朋友或新的衣服,来麻烦你自己。找旧的,回到那里去。万物不变,是我们在变。你的衣服可以卖掉,但要保留你的思想。

❹ 500字英语短文

阅读是人们在当今社会生存和发展所需的一项重要的社会文化技能。英语阅读,作为语言学习的四大基本技能之一,在英语学习中占有重要地位。我精心收集了500字英语短文,供大家欣赏学习!

500字英语短文篇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.

自从我上拍源了高中,我就住在学校,远离父母。我有3个室友,刚开始,我们不习惯同处一室,但是如今,我们已经习惯了。有一个室友让我印象很深刻,自从她住进我们的房间,她就在我们睡觉的时候保持看小说的习惯。她告诉我们在她和袭升态父母住在一起的时候,她不敢看小说,因为她妈妈会责怪她那么晚睡觉。如今她很高兴再也不受控制了,似乎她得到了自由。但是我为她感到遗憾,因为她现在已经近视,而且,在学习方面也落后于其他同学。离开了父母,她不够强大,无法自律。我们应笑祥该有坚强的意志,并且自律。

500字英语短文篇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,由于我没有事情做,我搜索了网络,看到了一部好的电影,深深地感动了我。电影是改编于一个真实的人物。故事讲述了一个来自小学名校的女校长,她辞掉了名校这份工作,因为她没有办法让学生变得更好,学校要求她遵从家长的意愿。这位校长偶然间看到消息说一所乡村幼儿园招聘低薪招聘一名校长,她决定做这份工作,以防这些贫困的孩子会失去受到教育的机会。这位校长最后拯救了这间幼儿园,她是如此的伟大。她向人们展示了教育的根本是关爱学生,并且用心爱学生。

500字英语短文篇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,我是独生子,如今,人们对独生子的印象很不好,他们觉得独生子被父母宠爱着,因此他们脾气不好,还很依赖父母。然而我和他们不同,我的父母对我很严格,他们从来不溺爱我,当我犯错误,他们会告诉我我的错误会造成的后果,这样我就知道自己做错了事,下次再也不犯这样的错误了。我的父母很注重我的独立性,他们会叫我去独立做事情,有时候他们只教我怎么去完成,但是从来不帮助我。对于父母的教育,刚开始,我觉得他们对我不公平,但是随着我长大,我很感激他们,他们帮助我成长为一个坚强的人。

500字英语短文篇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.

有一句话说谋事在人,成事在天,意思是人们计划事情,剩下的结果依赖于运气。这句话反应了努力和运气之间的联系,那就是虽然有时候我们很努力工作,但是运气也占据了很重要的位置,意外的事情会发生,阻挡人们成功。为了取得成功,人们努力工作,他们相信能达到目标,但是运气的缺失让他们无法达到自己的目标。因此努力并不意味着能直接给人们带来成功,他们需要多试几次,没有运气,人们仍然可以达到目标。运气帮助人们接近成功,没有努力付出,无法成功。努力和运气能让人们实现目标,但是没有运气,人们多尝试几次,也能终将办到。

❺ 傲慢与偏见经典英语段落

《傲慢与偏见》是简·奥斯汀的代表作。小说讲述了乡绅之女伊丽莎白·班内特的 爱情 故事 ,生动地反映了18世纪末到19世纪初处于保守和闭塞状态下的英国乡镇生活和世态人情。相信不少同学已经读过《傲慢与偏见败粗蠢》,那么你想回顾一下小说里面一些经典英语段落吗?下面是我为大家带来傲慢与偏见英语经典段落,欢迎大家阅读!

傲慢与偏见经典英语段落1:

凳李While settling this point, she was suddenly roused by the sound of the door-bell, and her spirits were a little fluttered by the idea of its being Colonel Fitzwilliam himself, who had once before called late in the evening, and might now come to inquire particularly after her. But this idea was soon banished, and her spirits were very differently affected, when, to her utter amazement, she saw Mr. Darcy walk into the room. In an hurried manner he immediately began an inquiry after her health, imputing his visit to a wish of hearing that she were better. She answered him with cold civility. He sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitatedmanner, and thus began:

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. "

傲慢与偏见经典英语段落2:

察陪When they were gone, Elizabeth, as if intending to exasperate herself as much as possible against Mr. Darcy, chose for her employment the examination of all the letters which Jane had written to her since her being in Kent. They contained no actual complaint, nor was there any revival of past occurrences, or any communication of present suffering. But in all, and in almost every line of each, there was a want of thatcheerfulness which had been used to characterise her style, and which, proceeding from the serenity of a mind at ease with itself and kindly disposed towards everyone, had been scarcely ever clouded. Elizabeth noticed every sentence conveying the idea ofuneasiness, with an attention which it had hardly received on the first perusal . Mr. Darcy's shameful boast of what misery he had been able to inflict, gave her a keener sense of her sister's sufferings. It was some consolation to think that his visit to Rosings was to end on the day after the next--and, a still greater, that in less than a fortnight she should herself be with Jane again, and enabled to contribute to the recovery of her spirits, by all that affection could do.

傲慢与偏见经典英语段落3:

She could not think of Darcy's leaving Kent without remembering that his cousin was to go with him; but Colonel Fitzwilliam had made it clear that he had no intentions at all, and agreeable as he was, she did not mean to be unhappy about him.

傲慢与偏见经典英语段落4:

Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement; and the avowal of all that he felt, and had long felt for her, immediately followed. He spoke well; but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed; and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority--of its being a degradation--of the family obstacles which had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed e to the consequence he was wounding, but was veryunlikely to recommend his suit

傲慢与偏见经典英语段落5:

Pemberley was now Georgiana's home; and the attachment of the sisters was exactly what Darcyhad hoped to see. They were able to love each other even as well as they intended. Georgiana hadthe highest opinion in the world of Elizabeth; though at first she often listened with an astonishmentbordering on alarm at her lively, sportive, manner of talking to her brother. He, who had alwaysinspired in herself a respect which almost overcame her affection, she now saw the object of openpleasantry. Her mind received knowledge which had never before fallen in her way. By Elizabeth'sinstructions, she began to comprehend that a woman may take liberties with her husband which abrother will not always allow in a sister more than ten years younger than himself.

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❻ 求一篇500字左右的英文短篇小说 关于生命与死亡主题的

My Brother’s Suicide Is Helping Save Lives

住在美国阿肯色州的妮基18岁,之前从没有听别人谈论过自杀这回事。但当这事发生在自己家人身上时,她觉得不能再沉默了。
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[单簧管], and Ty was a true band geek[怪胎] whose trumpet[小号] was never far out of his reach. Sure, we bickered[斗嘴] 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亲近。我们会在看完最喜欢的节目后来个秘密握手;我们会花很长时间讨论音乐:我吹奏单簧管,泰则是一个不折不扣的乐队怪胎,小号从不离手。当然,我们也会为一些无聊小事争吵——每次他在浴室上完厕所却没有把厕所板放下我就抓狂!然而我们无话不说——或者我原以为是这样吧。
Dazed [茫然的] and Confused
茫然与困惑
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.
泰自杀的那个仲冬天,寒冷的阿肯色一切如常,没有发生什么印象特别深刻的事情。14岁的泰参加完乐队训练后回到家,像平常那样高兴地向各人问好,然后径直走回自己房间练习小号。晚餐准备好后,他跟爸爸妈妈和我一边吃烤鸡,一边看电视。我发现泰没怎么说话——通常他和爸爸会不停地开玩笑。但没什么不对劲儿的。倒完垃圾后,泰回到自己的房间。我没想到这是我最后一次见他。
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[脉搏]. We’re going to the emergency room[急救室]!”
差不多8点的时候,我听见泰的房间里传出类似玻璃破碎的声音。爸爸过去看看发生什么事。妈妈也去查看了,之后她把我拉到他们房间。“发生什么事了?”我问。她哭得很厉害,根本无法作答。爸爸随后拿着我们的鞋子和外套出现了,他叫道:“他还有脉搏。我们要去急救室!”
“Oh, my God, I don’t get it! What happened?” I yelled. But no one answered me. All of a sudden, an ambulance[救护车] 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[强力呼吸], 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!发生什么事了?”我叫道。但没有人回答我。突然,一辆救护车来到我家。我们也上了车,驱车紧跟其后。到达医院后,妈妈和我被安排在一个单间,爸爸则去查看泰的情况。“到底怎么回事?!”我再次问到。妈妈竭力地呼吸,但终于能够缓过气说话:“泰试图自杀。”
I was in total denial[否认]. “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[有意义].
我一点也不相信。“开什么玩笑!”我叫道。爸爸回来了。他看着妈妈摇了摇头,仿佛在说:“泰没活过来。”妈妈晕倒了。我一点感觉也没有,甚至没有哭。一切都显得毫无意义。
Feeling Lost
怅然若失
After Ty shot himself, my family alternated[交替,轮流] 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[承认,坦白] to having thoughts of suicide[自杀]. I went to therapy[治疗], 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.
泰开枪自杀后,我们一家总是在眼泪和沉默之间徘徊,几乎没有离开过房子。我有四个多月没去上学。我实在不明白他为什么要这样做——他从未说过有什么问题。泰死后,他的朋友才告诉我们泰曾经承认有自杀的念头。我接受过治疗,但始终不喜欢跟陌生人说话。幸好我最好的朋友一直在我左右,不过她从来不会强迫我说出自己的感觉。
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.
重返学校后,我很惊讶地发现大多数人像平常那样对我。那很有用,因为我希望一切如常,好像那件事没有发生过。虽然没有人提“自杀”这个词,但并不代表它就消失了。我感到很孤独,也找不到谁有过涉及自杀的真实经历可以帮我。
The following spring, I had to do a project for a community-service class, and I realized my topic should be suicide awareness[意识]. 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,我要为社会服务课做一个方案,我意识到应该以“自杀意识”为主题。我想如果多些人讨论它,也许自杀就不会发生在其他青少年身上。我打电话给阿肯色危机中心,也就是在我弟弟死后到他学校跟孩子们交谈的团体。我对他们说我希望提高人们对自杀的关注,并希望大家记住我弟弟。当我问能否帮忙组织一场步行马拉松时,他们说可以!看到数以百计的人到来支持我们家,看到那些因自杀而失去至爱的人,我倍感欣慰——我知道自己并不是孤身作战。
Shedding Some Light
一点希望
Being open about suicide rather than treating it like a secret felt so incredible that I started to speak at school assemblies[集会]. 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[积极的] effect on others.
坦然面对自杀,而不是将它当作一个秘密,这感觉真好。所以我开始在学校的集会上发言。分享泰的故事帮助我治愈(创伤)。至今已经有两个人向我坦白说他们想过自杀。我马上指引他们接受帮助。知道另一个家庭不用经历我们所经历的一切,真是太好了。如果泰还在,我想他会为我感到十分自豪,也一定会为自己的生命给别人带来积极的影响而高兴。
伸出援手
如果你认识的人想不开,你可以试试以下方法:
发现自杀信号。留意情绪是否有变化——你的朋友已经有两个星期表现得很沮丧;平时喜欢做的事情现在都不做了;情绪起伏不定;或者突然离群独居。
告诉其他人。不要把自杀当成秘密。如果你的朋友承认曾经伤害自己,你要告诉家长或老师——即使他/她要你发誓保密。你或许可以挽救一个生命!
听取意见。你可以咨询当地的防止自杀组织,听取他们的意见。
注:尤指在美国和加拿大为特定事业筹款而进行的步行马拉松。

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❼ 求一篇英文的悬疑小说 500字左右的

At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.

It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his ll torch, endeavoured to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see.

"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi——"

"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key, I stepped back from the recess.

"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power."

"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.

"True," I replied, "the Amontillado."

As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials, and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.

I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, ring which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated—I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed—I aided—I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still.

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