双语言情小说
A. 《非浅即深》双语燕小说txt全集免费下载
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非浅即深是婚姻。
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他回到居所已是夜半。
未开灯的房间门敞了半分，露出滚滚的黑暗。他犹疑了几秒，终还是伸手推开门，没入那浓稠深重的黑色中去。
房间无人，诺大的室内仅黄姜花有暗香浅动，阳台的玻璃门大敞着，风送花香更多。他一直不喜欢这味道，觉得香味刺骨，便今夜，这味道也掀将出飕飕的凉来。他想，她可能不在，又想起广播说今夜将有暴雨，于是大踏步上前欲拉上玻璃门。玻璃上覆着的白纱被风撩动得迷惑人眼，他伸出手把白纱笼在身后，这才看见竹木躺椅上的一个人来。
阳台外，一重又一重的灯火阑珊。
阑珊中有他，有她，还有一杯酒，一个倒了的酒瓶……那晚的一幕就这么一瞬而过，与往日的相处情景毫无二致。他想，是的，毫无二致。所以当她仍然晨时不见人影暮时不归的一日又一日之后的某一日，他看到了书桌上的一枚银色指环，指环下，是白底黑字的几张纸。
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B. 介绍几款英汉双语的外国小说名著
1.傲慢与偏见
2.飘
3.理智与情感
4.小妇人
5.悉达多
6.追风筝的人
7.简爱
8.董贝父子
9.芒果街上的小屋
10.谁动了我的奶酪
11.美食祈祷和恋爱
12.狮子女巫与魔衣橱
13.凯斯宾王子
14.黎明踏浪号
15.银椅
16.能言马与男孩
17.魔法师的外甥
18最后一战
19我的生活-海伦凯勒20.自传
21.百年孤独
22.宠儿
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双语之恋
作者：妍韦歆
第一章 初遇
更新时间2012-4-3 1:02:01 字数：4547
“呼！双语我来啦！”想当初为了考上双语我可是拼尽全力了啊，终于苦尽甘来了!
回想起当时的情景。。。。
“老爸老妈，我志愿填的是双语。”说完我就等着他们的夸赞了，毕竟双语不是普通的高中啊，它可是我市重点高中，而且是重点中的重点。最最重要的是它是唯一一所不接受裙带关系啊，走后门什么的进来的，要想进双语必须靠自己能力。我想老爸老妈还不夸得我喜滋滋的啊！也总算要风光一次啊！
“双语？！你？！你能考上吗？”这是老爸的回答。看电视的眼都没转一下，应该说是余光瞥了一下，就又目不转睛地投入电视上了。
“没事没事，考不上也没关系啊！不是还有其他选择嘛！告诉妈你其它志愿填的是什么啊？”老妈热情的拿着锅铲从厨房探出头来。
“我都填了双语，你们怎么这么不相信你女儿我啊！好歹我也是你们亲生的啊！竟然这么打击我！吼吼~”真是的！我就这么差劲吗？来呢亲生闺女都这样打击，一点也不给信心什么的。人家父母不是应该都是积极鼓励打气的嘛，哪有这样的。
“这哪叫打击，这叫实话懂不？不是我们对你没信心，而是你自己不争气啊！你说说你用了多少心在学习上？5分有吗？就想着看你的电视剧，小说什么的！”
“我。。我。。我一定要考给你们看看，哼！！看你们瞧不起我！我不吃了，我要看书了！老爸，以后不要找我打牌了，老妈，以后不要叫我……
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D. 有哪些中英双语版书籍适合送女生
《怦然心动》，这本书是美国的一个作家写的，而且也是中英双版的，这本书特别的畅销，而且也是介绍有关于爱情的，大部分都比较喜欢偏爱情的书籍，我觉得这本书送给女生是一个比较好的选择。
E. 求中法双语的优秀文学作品~
必读的法国文学作品：
巴黎街头的露天咖啡座上，常有外国游客啜着咖啡，翻着书报。其实哪是在看书，是在看街上走过的美女。
法国出红酒、香水、时装和美女，但法国人最引以为荣的，还是他们的文学。谈起法国的文学，他们能跟你从查理大帝一直说到最近轰动法国文坛的乌勒贝克。但你没必要从《罗兰之歌》读起，那不现实，也太残酷。读《特里斯丹和伊瑟》就可以了，同为诗体故事，但好看多了，而且它是后世许多同名文艺作品的母本。这是一个“梁祝”式的故事，但法国人把它弄得更曲折、更悲怆。
家有小孩，不妨一起读读《列那狐的故事》，那只法国狐狸难道会比美国的老鼠笨吗？它作弄的不仅仅是猫。《巨人传》就算了，如果你能读完那本砖头一样厚的书，你也不一定能成“巨人”。蒙田的东西可不能不读啊！法国文学史上有多少作家能把随笔写得那么美、那么深、那么有味？当代人提起戏剧都有点“怕怕”，所以就免读高乃依和拉辛了，但不读莫里哀可不行，否则怎么看得懂法国的喜剧片？法国人的喜剧细胞都是从他那儿来的。拉封丹的寓言不仅仅是儿童看的，总统也曾从中得到启发。笛卡尔和帕斯卡尔的东西一定要好好读，能享用一辈子呢！当然，以后补课也不是不可以，18世纪的那批法国作家会给你上100年的哲学课。孟德斯鸠的《波斯人信札》你就当游记读吧，这样更有趣一点。别忘了他还有一本《巴黎的时尚》，300年前的巴黎有什么东西比现在的深圳时尚呢！伏尔泰的小说可以不读，什么《天真汉》、《查狄格》，他的精华在于书简，他对文学的影响是他的思想而非作品。如果说还有很多中国人不熟悉狄德罗，卢梭的名声就大多了。要知道，讲真话的作家远不止巴金一个，《忏悔录》中的卢梭是那么真实、坦荡，简直都把心掏出来给你看了。而且，他的文字多么高贵、多么典雅！不过，一定要找个好译本。
多么辉煌的19世纪啊！
之所以要用一节的篇幅来介绍19世纪的法国文学，是因为那是法国文学的巅峰。雨果、巴尔扎克和斯丹达尔谁最伟大？我也回答不了。不过，他们是“三座大山”，共同托起了19世纪法国文学的天空。也许，雨果更符合“中国国情”，他立场坚定，旗帜鲜明，同情百姓，在小说中反映人民的疾苦和革命起义，但巴尔扎克的对社会对人物的刻画也许更传神，更吸引人，这要感谢傅雷，他不但把巴尔扎克的大部分作品都翻译了过来，而且深知中国读者的阅读习惯。但我相信，相当一部分读者，尤其是年轻读者更喜欢斯丹达尔，《红与黑》不是曾被当作“黄书”吗？不过，于连和德瑞那夫人式的爱情，在《巴马修道院》中也有。斯丹达尔还有一些中短篇也相当不错，如反映烧炭党人的《伐妮妮·伐妮娜》。
19世纪的法国还有一位大师不可忽视，那就是福楼拜。福楼拜讲究文体，文字功夫一流，法国的大中学都用他的作品当范文。但《包法利夫人》的节奏有些慢，虽然女主人公的胆大越轨让人砰然心跳。左拉就算了，他的作品题材和写作手法我看现在的读者都不会喜欢，别被他所谓的“自然主义”蒙了，那种“赤裸”的自然描写比起当今的情色小说和美女小说简直不值得一提。对，我漏了大仲马，不过我知道你不会忘的。没有读过《天龙八部》，还能没读过《基度山伯爵》吗？小说虽然厚，但看得痛快，也就不觉得长了。大仲马的作品太多，看到最后都差不多，倒是他的私生子小仲马惜墨如金。《茶花女》值得一读。为什么？问问威尔第为什么要把它改编成歌剧，问问嘉宝为什么要争演玛格丽特。
谁是19世纪法国最大的作家？法国人会不假思索地回答你：波德莱尔。我们往往把作者与作品等同起来，认为行为不端的作家写出来的东西必定乌七八糟。不一定如此。波德莱尔就是一个例子。他的为人的确不怎么样，酗酒、吸毒、嫖娼，常常醉倒在街头，“像狗一样躺在阴沟里”，最后贫穷潦倒，还得了梅毒，病死他乡，但他的《恶之花》值得用一生去读。但我建议先读他的散文诗《巴黎的忧郁》，波德莱尔太深，要慢慢接近，否则会误解他。提起波德莱尔总是让人心情沉重，那就来点轻松的吧！凡尔纳的作品天马行空，能带你环游世界，深入海底，妙的是他的奇思异想现在都已成了现实。
女同胞可能要抗议了，19世纪的法国难道没有女作家？有，而且大名鼎鼎。谁？乔治·桑。但乔治·桑的东西有些黏乎，不像她的为人。还是读点有关她的传记吧，她本人的故事比她写的小说精彩得多。还有一点时间？读莫泊桑。他不会占用你太多时间的。这位“短篇小说之王”，作品都很精干，但能让你牢记不忘。初学写作者，尤其要多读莫泊桑！
给诗多一点点篇幅多一点点空间
虽然现在读诗的人已经不多，但我还是想用较多的篇幅来介绍诗。因为诗是最高贵的文学题材，它直接诉诸于人类的心灵。读诗的人往往是善良的，读诗的国家一定是文明的。在读书月里，我们要求知、养性、怡情，尤其要呼唤缪斯女神的归来。
中世纪的法国全是诗，好像当时的高卢人不会说白话似的。宫廷贵族吟诗喝酒调情跳舞，穷人饿得两眼发昏也要写诗言情。推荐两位穷诗人：吕特博夫是中世纪第一位杰出的抒情诗人，他第一个真正把诗带回到现实生活中来。他的诗朗朗上口，容易记，但有时流于油滑，那就读维庸吧！维庸的诗写得真好，诗中有故事，有才情，不过他比波德莱尔更放肆，酗酒闹事、打架偷盗、杀人越货，几乎无恶不作，曾被判死刑。很难想象他在流放途中和大牢里面能写出那么美的诗来。
“七星诗社”是法国文艺复兴时期的最重要的诗歌流派，但读龙沙一个人的诗就够了，他是诗社的领袖，有“诗王”之称。这位写情诗的高手，三部情诗一部比一部精彩，三个女人一个比一个漂亮，卡桑德蕾、玛丽、海伦，光听这些美女的名字就足以勾起你的阅读愿望了。龙沙最著名的一首诗叫做“当你衰老之时”，是应王后之命为安慰她最近失去丈夫的女伴而写的，龙沙最后爱上了那位小他的好多岁的女子。法国直到17世纪才出现了历史上的第一位女诗人，路易丝·拉贝是一位才貌双全的富家女子，身后跟着一大群忠诚的崇拜者，当然大多是诗人。她的诗写得缠绵极了，又甜又美。法国现在还有路易丝·拉贝奖，专门奖给诗人。
让我们匆匆走过18世纪吧！因为那是个无诗的世纪。哲学家、理论家太多，理性窒息了诗情，结果到了19世纪，被压抑了近百年的感情终于火山般爆发出来。19世纪的法国诗人一点也不逊色于小说家。浪漫主义的四大诗人和象征派三大诗人，个个都能流芳百世。拉马丁有四大名诗“孤独”、“谷”、“湖”、“秋”，虽然都长达数百行，但每首都值得背下来。当年我是不到西湖边不读拉马丁的，怕玷污了他的诗。缪塞的诗同样美，幸亏他和乔治·桑的爱情失败了，否则我们哪能读到他的4首“夜”。记住，要晚上读。缪塞还有“咏月”、“回忆”、“哀愁”等，一首比一首凄美，都是法国诗歌中的经典啊！雨果不仅是一位伟大的小说家，还是一个杰出的诗人。他的爱女与丈夫新婚后在塞纳河失足落水，双双身亡，雨果闻讯后哭天抢地，直指上帝不公，一首《在维尔界》催人泪下，露出了硬汉温柔的一面。维尼孤傲冷峻，与他的名篇《狼之死》中的狼差不多。他充满激情又不乏哲理的诗给法国浪漫主义诗歌增添了异彩。
魏尔伦是我最喜欢的法国诗人之一，他的诗我很多都会背：“夕阳”、“秋歌”、“月光”、“曼陀铃”都是名篇，都那么美，尤其是“被遗忘的小咏叹调”。光冲着这组诗你就应该学法语。可惜，魏尔伦也是个酒鬼，还有同性恋倾向，与另一个天才诗人兰波关系相当密切，当兰波决定与他分手时，他竟然抛弃新婚的妻子，前往车站阻拦，阻拦不果，开枪伤人。也怪兰波这小伙子长得太秀气，又那么聪明，那些充满灵气的诗哪是他那么年轻的人写的？马拉美板着脸朝我们走来，他的名字就是晦涩的代名词，读他的诗是对脑力的挑战。但读懂了马拉美，你就会有“一览众山小”的感觉。这就是他的魅力。啊，别忘了内瓦尔，他的诗可不能小觑。要知道，他为了写诗，人都疯了。我敬佩这种用生命来写作的人。
对诗人来说，20世纪是一个喜忧参半的世纪，有过辉煌，有过自豪，但更多的是痛苦和无奈。不知为什么，他们头上耀眼的光环渐渐地黯淡了，读者们悄悄地走散了。瓦莱里在《失去的美酒》中是否已经有所预感和暗示？他是否在海滨给缪斯修建了墓园？瓦莱里还算是幸运的，有卞之琳、梁宗岱这些大师替他翻译。阿波里奈尔就没这么运气了，他打仗受了伤，恋人又弃他而去。不过，不幸也是一笔财富，至少让他写出了像“米拉波桥”这样的名篇：“夜来临吧，听钟声响起，时光流逝而我还在这里”。到了巴黎别忘了到塞纳河边找找米拉波桥。
还要向你推荐两位诗人：曾参加过达达派和超现实主义团体的艾吕雅，晚年的诗一洗红尘，“言已尽而意无穷”，十分耐读。阿拉贡是语言大师和爱情骑士，一首“艾尔莎的眼睛”就把马雅可夫斯基访法时所带的美女翻译给俘虏了。没有几个女人能抵挡得了他的热情和执着，况且他还有诗作为武器。
当代文学的阅读
20世纪的法国文学可以从罗曼·罗兰读起。《约翰·克里斯多夫》虽然厚，但值得花点时间。《追忆似水流年》就留给专家们去读吧，只要知道普鲁斯特是法国文学史上最伟大的作家就可以了。请注意一个同样伟大但中国读者很陌生的作家——塞利纳。不要为自己的孤陋寡闻而脸红，法国人也是逐渐发现他的价值的，因为他习惯《在长夜尽头漫游》。加缪和萨特你们都熟悉，不用我说了，只是别忘了罗兰·巴特，他的《恋人絮语》可以放在枕边。纪德的小说有时间也翻一翻，反正不厚。
很快就到了罗布·格里耶了。法国当代文坛的这个大腕，前不久还在北京见到他，比我20多年前第一次见到他的时候老多了，但文字却未见迟钝，80多岁了，还在写作。照我看，“新小说”就不读了，他的散文集很快就要出版，到时候读散文吧！文字很棒。
有人说20世纪的法国文坛是女作家的天下，这并不完全是斗气。让我们来数数：前半叶有波伏瓦、尤瑟纳尔，后半叶有杜拉斯和萨冈，世纪末有达里厄塞克和诺冬。关于波伏瓦，不妨多读读她的书信和传记，她是一段活的文学史，捎带着把《第二性》也读了。尤瑟纳尔读她的短篇就可以了，比如《东方故事集》。许多人喜欢杜拉斯。喜欢她的什么？如果她的情人不是中国人，如果她的《情人》没有拍成电影，你还会喜欢她吗？告诉你，她最好的作品是《抵御太平洋的堤坝》，而不是《情人》。对于大名鼎鼎的萨冈，读完《你好，忧伤》就收工吧。当然，如果你对她酗酒、飙车、逃税等轶事感兴趣，那就另当别论了。达里厄塞克的《母猪女郎》救了一家出版社，其代价是得了一个“母猪”的绰号。诺冬出道13年，年年一本畅销书，创造了法国出版界的神话，许多老作家都不明白为什么。诺冬的小说还真的值得一读，拿起来就放不下。那种黑色幽默能把你笑翻，然而让你深思，超极享受。况且，这丫头小时候还在北京呆过几年，把三里屯可闹得够呛。
如果你们还想知道今年法国文坛的情况，记住两个名字：乌勒贝克，红歌星一样轰动的作家。一出来就会掀翻文坛，幸亏他每4年才出来一次。他的《基本粒子》曾在世界范围内刮起风暴，今年的《一座岛屿的可能性》又在文坛引起地震，书还没出，20多个国家已经购买了版权。惟一没有被他的大手遮住的是图森，这位写过《浴室》、《先生》、《照相机》的著名作家，去年的《做爱》光书名就把人吓了一大跳，今年，他《逃跑》到中国来了，书中的那位法国人一到上海，中国朋友就塞给他一部手机，是想监视他，还是想随时找到他？在去北京的火车上，正当他跟恋人温柔时，手机响了，坏了他的好事，他又不得不“逃”到意大利的厄尔巴岛。
对不起，我还忘了一位重要作家。哦，你已经知道了，那我就不说了。
我们应读的法国文学
《法国近代名家诗选》《莫里哀作品选》《忏悔录》《巴黎的忧郁》《高老头》《莫泊桑短篇小说选》《约翰·克里斯朵夫》《在长夜尽头漫游》《抵御太平洋的堤坝》《基本粒子》
F. 《怦然心动中英双语版15周年典藏版》epub下载在线阅读全文，求百度网盘云资源
《怦然心动中英双语版15周年典藏版》（[美] 文德琳·范·德拉安南）电子书网盘下载免费在线阅读
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书名：怦然心动中英双语版15周年典藏版
豆瓣评分：9.1
作者:[美] 文德琳·范·德拉安南
出版社:百花洲文艺出版社
出品方:磨铁·大鱼读品
副标题:15周年典藏版
原作名:Flipped
译者:陈常歌
出版年:2018-3-18
页数:528
内容简介
布莱斯全家搬到小镇，邻家女孩朱丽前来帮忙。她对他一见钟情，心愿是获得他的吻。两人是同班同学，她一直想方设法接近他，但是他避之不及。她喜欢爬在高高的无花果树上看风景。但因为施工，树被要被砍掉，她誓死捍卫，希望他并肩作战，但是他退缩了。她的事迹上了报纸，外公对她颇有好感，令他 十分困惑。她凭借鸡下蛋的项目获得了科技展第一名，成了全场焦点，令他黯然失色。她把自家鸡蛋送给他，他听家人怀疑她家鸡蛋不卫生，便偷偷把鸡蛋丢掉。她得知真相，很伤心，两人关系跌入冰点。她跟家人诉说，引发争吵。原来父亲一直攒钱照顾傻弟弟，所以生活拮据。她理解了父母，自己动手，还得到了他外公的鼎力相助。他向她道歉，但是并未解决问题。他开始关注她。鸡蛋风波未平，家庭晚宴与午餐男孩评选又把两人扯在了一起……
作者简介
文德琳·范·德拉安南（美），美国著名的儿童作家。 1965年出生在芝加哥一个贫穷的工人家庭，父母都是狂热的文学爱好者。童年的生活没有可口的零食和漂亮的洋娃娃，每当夜幕降临，父母下班回到家，便是文德琳最幸福的时光，她和几个哥哥围在炉子旁，听母亲日复一日地给他们讲故事。这样的经历，造就了日后经典的《怦然心动》小说，她曾前后四次荣获埃德加·爱伦·坡奖。
G. 嗯，求一部科幻小说，排列城，重赏，中英皆可...
儒勒·凡尔纳的《80天环游世界》、《地下城》、《神秘岛》、《从地球到月球》都是不错的科幻小说，而且是中英版本的，在爱洋葱双语阅读平台上都有。
H. 《远山淡影（双语版）》epub下载在线阅读，求百度网盘云资源
《远山淡影（双语版）》（[英]石黑一雄）电子书网盘下载免费在线阅读
资源链接：
链接：https://pan..com/s/1CI6Q7jiSAv3ovZJh7IYsmQ
书名：远山淡影（双语版）
作者：[英]石黑一雄
译者：张晓意
豆瓣评分：8.4
出版社：上海译文出版社
出版年份：2019-4
页数：344
内容简介：“此人堪称当代最杰出的知名散文作家。”
──翁达杰（《英国病人》作者）
“迄今为止，我阅读石黑的作品时从来不曾失望过。”
——村上春树
巧妙的叙述与完美无瑕的语调控制……来自这位卓越的小说家。
──朱利安•巴恩斯
《远山淡影》是石黑一雄处女作，一部问世30余年仍在不断重印的名作。其“感伤与反讽”的融合、平衡令人犹记。小说讲述了一段迷雾重重、亦真亦幻的回忆。战后长崎一对饱受磨难的母女渴望安定与新生，却始终走不出战乱带来的阴影与心魔，最终以母女成功移民，而女儿自尽作为悲情结局。剧终，忆者剥去伪装，悲情满篇。
双语版《远山淡影》附上作品原文，可以令读者同时欣赏到石黑一雄精妙优美的英文原文，得到双重美的享受。
作者简介：石黑一雄，日裔英国小说家，1954年生于日本长崎，与奈保尔、拉什迪并称为“英国文坛移民三雄”。石黑一雄的作品并不多，但几乎每部作品都获得重要的文学奖项：《远山淡影》获温尼弗雷德•霍尔比纪念奖，《浮世画家》获惠特布莱德年度最佳小说奖，《长日将尽》获布克奖，《无可慰藉》获切尔特纳姆文学艺术奖，《浮世画家》《我辈孤雏》和《莫失莫忘》均入围布克奖决选名单；1995年英女王授予石黑一雄文学领域的大英帝国勋章，1998年获法国文学艺术骑士勋章，2017年因“以其巨大的情感力量，发掘了隐藏在我们与世界的虚幻联系之下的深渊”而获诺贝尔文学奖。
I. 《最初的爱情，最后的仪式中英双语版·麦克尤恩作品》epub下载在线阅读全文，求百度网盘云资源
《最初的爱情，最后的仪式中英双语版·麦克尤恩作品》（【英】伊恩·麦克尤恩）电子书网盘下载免费在线阅读
链接：https://pan..com/s/1iH-w88JyATBbizWtszfBpw
书名 ：最初的爱情，最后的仪式中英双语版·麦克尤恩作品
豆瓣评分：8.5
作者:【英】伊恩·麦克尤恩
出版社：上海译文出版社
出版年:2019-6
页数: 232
内容简介：
★英国国民作家伊恩•麦克尤恩处女作——“恐怖伊恩”由此诞生
★萨默塞特•毛姆奖获奖作品 著名作家余华倾情推荐
★八个短篇故事，八段情节各异却又情绪共通的故事，或恐怖或暴烈，或残酷或变态，或荒唐或魔幻，犹如一首八个乐章构成的组曲，交相辉映。
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短篇小说集《最初的爱情，最后的仪式》是伊恩•麦克尤恩的处女作兼成名作，“恐怖伊恩”的名号由此诞生。八个短篇故事分别经由青少年男性的视角出发，讲述了八段情节各异却又情绪共通的故事，或恐怖或暴烈，或残酷或变态，或荒唐或魔幻，同时却既温柔又感伤；就像每个人都会经历的疯魔而又伤感的青春期，是每个人都可以从中烛照出自我的“青春残酷物语”。
作者简介：
伊恩•麦克尤恩（1948—），本科毕业于布莱顿的苏塞克斯大学，于东英吉利大学取得硕士学位。从一九七四年开始，麦克尤恩在伦敦定居，次年发表的第一部中短篇集就得到了毛姆文学奖。此后他的创作生涯便与各类奖项的入围名单互相交织，其中《阿姆斯特丹》获布克奖，《时间中的孩子》获惠特布莱德奖，《赎罪》获全美书评人协会奖。近年来，随着麦克尤恩在主流文学圈获得越来越高的评价，在图书市场上创造越来越可观的销售记录，他已经被公认为英国的“国民作家”，他的名字已经成为当今英语文坛上“奇迹”的同义词。
J. 小说《苔丝》结局双语阅读
《德伯家的苔丝》是英国作家哈代的长篇小说，是“威塞克斯系列”中的一部。小说讲述了女主人公苔丝生于一个贫苦小贩家庭，父母要她到一个富老太婆家去攀亲戚，结果她被少爷亚历克奸，后来她与牧师的儿子克莱尔恋爱并订婚，在新婚之夜她把昔日的不幸向丈夫坦白，却没能得到原谅，两人分居，丈夫去了巴西，几年后，苔丝再次与亚历克相遇，后者纠缠她，这时候她因家境窘迫不得不与仇人同居，不久克莱尔从国外回来，向妻子表示悔恨自己以往的冷酷无情，在这种情况下，苔丝痛苦地觉得是亚历克·德伯使她第二次失去了安吉尔便愤怒地将他杀死。最后她被捕并被处以绞刑。
苔丝Tess
It was evening in the parson's house at Emminster.Mr and Mrs Clare were waiting anxiously for Angel's return.
‘He won't be here yet，my dear，’said old Mr Clare，as his wife went to the front door for the tenth time.‘Remember his train doesn't come in till six o'clock，and then he has to ride ten miles on our old horse.’
‘But he used to do it in an hour，’said his wife impatiently.Both knew it was useless to talk about it，and the only thing to do was wait.
When they heard footsteps they rushed outside to meet the shape in the darkness.
‘Oh my boy，my boy，home at last!’cried Mrs Clare，who at that moment cared no more for Angel's lack of religion than for the st on his clothes.What woman，in fact，however firm her beliefs，would not sacrifice her religion for her children?Nothing was more important to Mrs Clare than Angel's happiness.
But as soon as they reached the living room，she saw his face clearly in the light of the candles.She gave a cry and turned away in sorrow.‘Oh，it's not the Angel who went away!’
Even his father was shocked to see the change in his son.They would not have recognized him if they had passed him in the street.The cruel climate and hard work had aged him by twenty years.He was like a shadow，thin and bony，with no spring in his step and no enthusiasm in his eyes.
‘I was ill over there，’he said，noticing his parents concern.He had to sit down，being weak after his journey.
‘Has any letter come for me?’he asked eagerly.‘The last one…’
‘From your wife?’
‘Yes.I didn't get it until very recently，as I was travelling.If I had received it earlier，I would have come sooner.’
They gave him a letter that had been waiting for his arrival.Angel read it rapidly.It was Tess's last letter，short and desperate：
Oh why have you treated me so badly，Angel?I do not deserve it.You are cruel! I intend to forget you.You have been so unfair to me!
T
‘It is all quite true!’cried Angel hopelessly，throwing down the letter.‘Perhaps she will never take me back!’
‘Angel，don't worry so much about a country girl，’said his mother，anxious about her son's state of mind.
‘You know，I've never told you，but she is actually a descendant of one of the oldest，noblest families in England，a d'Urberville in fact.And do you know why I left her?How could I be so narrow-minded!I left her because I discovered she was not the pure country girl I thought.She had been seced by a so-called gentleman.But it wasn't her fault.And I Know now that her whole character is honest and faithful.I must get her back!’
After this outburst Angel went to bed early and thought about the situation.In Brazil it had seemed easy to rush straight back into Tess's loving arms whenever he chose to forgive her.However，now he knew she was angry with him for leaving her for so long.He admitted she was right to be angry.So he decided to give her time to think about their relationship，and wrote to her，at Marlott，instead of going to see her.To his surprise he received in reply a note from her mother.
Dear Sir，
My daughter is not with me at the moment and I don't know when she'll come back.I will let you know when she does.I cannot tell you where she is staying.We don't live in Marlott any more.
Yours
J.Durbeyfield
At first Clare decided to wait for further information from Tess's mother，but then he re-read the letter sent on to him in Brazil，written from Flintcomb-Ash：I live only for you.Don't think I shall be bitter because you left me.I am so lonely without you，my darling!
Haven't you ever felt one little bit of your love for me at the dairy?I am the same woman you fell in love with then，the very same.As soon as I met you，the past was dead for me…
He was so touched he felt he must go immediately to find her，however angry she and her family might be with him.While he was packing，the letter from Izz and Marian arrived，and made him hurry even more.
His search for Tess took him first to Flintcomb-Ash，where he discovered she had never used her married name.He began to realize，too，what hardship she had suffered rather than ask his family for money.Next he travelled to Marlott，but found the Durbeyfield cottage occupied by others.As he left the village he passed the field where he had first seen Tess at the dance.He could not bear to see it，because Tess was not there.In the churchyard he saw a new headstone，on which was written：
In memory of John Durbeyfield，rightly d'Urberville，of the once powerful family of that name，and direct descendant of Sir Pagan d'Urberville.Died March 10th，18-
A gravedigger noticed Clare looking at it，and called to him，‘Ah sir，that man didn't want to be buried here，but in his ancestors'tombs at Kingsbere.’
‘So why wasn't he buried there?’
‘No money.In fact，sir，even this headstone has not been paid for.’
Clare went immediately to pay the bill for the stone，and set out towards Shaston，where he found Mrs Durbeyfield and her children living in a small house.She seemed embarrassed to see him.
‘I'm Tess's husband，’he said awkwardly.‘I want to see her at once.You were going to write and tell me where she is.Is she well?’
‘I don't know，sir，but you ought to.’
‘You're right.I ought to know that about my own wife.Where is she?’
Mrs Durbeyfield would not reply.
‘Do you think Tess would want me to try and find her?’
‘I don't think she would.’
He was turning away，and then he thought of Tess's letter：If you would come，I could die in your arms!I live only for you…I am so lonely without you，my darling!He turned back.
‘I'm sure she would!’he said passionately.‘I know her better than you do!’
‘I expect you do，sir，for I have never really known her.’
‘Please，Mrs Durbeyfield，please tell me where she is!Please be kind to a miserable lonely man!’
There was a pause after this cry from the heart.Finally Tess's mother replied in a low voice，‘She is at Sandbourne.’
‘Thank you，’he said，relieved.‘Do you need anything?’
‘No，thank you，sir，’said Joan Durbeyfield.‘We are well provided for.’
Clare took the train to Sandbourne.On his arrival at eleven o'clock in the evening he took a room in a hotel，and walked around the streets，in the hope of meeting Tess.But it was too late to ask anybody.
It seemed a strange place to Clare.It was a bright，fashionable holiday town，with parks，flowerbeds and amusements.This new town，a proct of modern civilization，had grown up near the ancient Egdon Woods，where the paths over the hills had not changed for a thousand years.
He walked up and down the wide streets，trying to admire the modern buildings.He felt confused.The sea murmured，and he thought it was the trees.The trees murmured，and he thought it was the sea.He could not understand what had brought Tess here.This was a town for relaxation，for pleasure，not for a working girl like Tess.There were no cows to milk here，and no vegetables to dig.He looked at the lights in the bedroom windows，and wondered which one was hers.
Before going to bed he re-read Tess's passionate letter.He could not sleep that night.At the post office next morning they knew nothing of the names of Clare or Durbeyfield.
‘But there is the name of d'Urberville at Mrs Brooks'，’said the postman.
‘That's it!’cried Clare，pleased to think she had taken her ancestors’name，as he had suggested.
He made his way quickly to Mrs Brooks' house，following the postman's directions.It was a large，impressive house，and he wondered if he should go to the back door，as Tess was probably a servant here.But he rang at the front.Mrs Brooks herself appeared.
‘Is Teresa d'Urberville here?’he asked.
‘Mrs d'Urberville?’
‘Yes.’He felt pleased that she was known there as a married woman.‘Please tell her that a relation wants to see her.Say it's Angel.’
‘Mr Angel?’
‘No，just Angel.She'll know.’
Angel waited in the sitting room，his heart beating painfully.
‘Whatever will she think of me?’he thought.‘I look so different，so much older!’He was still weak after his illness.He could hardly stand，and held on to the back of a chair，as she entered the room.
He was not prepared for what he saw.Tess was wearing fashionable clothes，and looked even more beautiful than he remembered.He had held out his arms，but they fell to his side，because she stood still in the doorway.He thought she could not bear his changed appearance.
‘Tess!’he whispered.His voice was low and breaking with emotion.‘Can you forgive me for going away?Can't you…come to me?Why are you… so beautiful?’
‘It is too late，’she said，her voice hard and her eyes shining unnaturally.
‘I didn't see you as you really were!Please forgive me，Tessy!’he begged. ‘Too late，too late!’she said，waving her hand impatiently.
‘Don't come close，Angel!Keep away!’
‘But is it that you don't love me，my dear wife，because I've been ill?I've come to find you.My parents will welcome you!I've told them everything!’
‘Yes，yes!But it is too late.’Every moment seemed like an hour to her.She felt as if she was in a dream，trying to escape，but unable to.‘Don't you know what has happened?I waited and waited for you.But you didn't come!And I wrote to you，and you didn't come!He kept on saying you would never come back again，and he was very kind to my family after father's death.He…’
‘I don't understand.’
‘He has won me back to him.’
Clare stared at her.He saw her fashionable clothes.He saw her relaxed，well-fed body.He saw her white，delicate hands.At last he understood，and fell into a chair，as if hit on the head.
She continued，‘He is upstairs.I hate him now，because he told me a lie，that you would never return，and you have returned!Will you go away now，Angel，please，and never come back?’
They looked at each other without joy and without hope，desperately wanting to be sheltered from reality.
‘It's my fault!said Clare.But talking did not help.The Tess he had first loved had separated her body from her soul.Her soul remained and would remain faithful to him for ever.But what happened to her body no longer interested her after he had rejected it.
After a few moments of confused reflection，he realized Tess had left the room.His mind was in a fog.He felt very cold and very ill.Somehow he found himself in the street，walking，although he did not know where.
Mrs Brooks was not usually curious about her guests.She was too interested in the money they paid her，to ask many questions.However，Angel Clare's visit to her wealthy guests，Mr and Mrs d'Urberville，as she knew them，was unusual enough to interest her.She could hear parts of the conversation between the two lost souls，and when Tess went back upstairs，Mrs Brooks crept quietly up to listen outside the bedroom door.She heard Tess sobbing，and through the keyhole could see her half lying over the breakfast table.
‘And then my dear husband came home to me…And it's too late!Because you persuaded me，you with your fine words as you did when you seced me!You told me he would never come back!But he did!And you helped my family—that's how you persuaded me so cleverly.But when I believed you and came to live with you，he came back!And now I've lost him a second time，and this time for ever!He will hate me now!’She turned her tear-stained face and Mrs Brooks could see how she was suffering.‘And he's dying，he looks as if he's dying!It will be my fault if he dies!You have destroyed my life and his!I can't bear it，I can't!’The man spoke sharply，and after that there was silence.
Mrs Brooks went back downstairs to wait until she was called to take their breakfast away.She could hear Tess moving about，and then saw Tess leave the house，fully dressed in her fashionable clothes.Perhaps Mr d'Urberville was still asleep，as he did not like getting up early.Mrs Brooks wondered who this morning's visitor was，and where Mrs d'Urberville had gone so early.
Just then she noticed a mark on the ceiling.It seemed to be spreading.It was red，and when she stood on the table and touched it，it looked like blood.She ran up to listen at the bedroom door again.The dead silence was broken only by a regular drip，drip，drip.She ran wildly out into the street and begged a man she knew to come back with her.Together they hurried upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.The breakfast lay untouched on the table，but the large knife was missing.They found it in Alec d'Urberville's heart.He lay on the bed，pale，fixed，dead，still bleeding.Soon the news spread all over Sandbourne that Mrs Brooks' guest had been killed by his young wife.