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落、自私、愚昧、自负、欺骗或冷漠所掌控，但是，总有那么一个时刻（往往在接近小说结尾处），奥康纳会安排上帝的恩惠（或曰天惠）降临到他们身上。在这圣灵显现的一瞬间，这些人物突然受到某种精神上的启迪，进而达到某种“顿悟”，他们也许会接受这一天惠，也许会拒绝它，但不管怎样，这一灵光闪现的“天惠时刻”会使他们的内心发生改变。——比目鱼，书评人 2. 朱诺?迪亚斯：《沉溺》 选自小说集《沉溺》《沉溺》里面的九个小短篇和一个准中篇都是以朱诺?迪亚斯自己和他的家庭的真实经历为蓝本书写出来的半自传作品，它所处理的是一个移民家族心灵史上最特殊的时段：移民前在多米尼加共和国的等待期和移民初期在美国的无望岁月。朱诺?迪亚斯在写这些“少作”的时候，还没有获得他后来的作品中罗伯特?波拉尼奥式的喷薄的语言强度，但这种语流清浅、句法简朴的写法与作者的青春期原型所附体的叙述者尤尼尔非常合拍：如此“低限度”的风格，恰好能够为那些在生理、心理与地理的转换交接处所蛰伏的晦暗不明的能量提供随机释放的可能性。——胡续东，作家 3. 米兰达·裘丽：《楼梯上的男人》
英语哲理小故事短文欣赏小短文
英语哲理小故事短文欣赏小短文 What are the secrets that enable tough people to succeed? Why do they survive the tough times when others are overcome by them? Why do they win when others lose? Why do they fly when others sink?坚韧不拔的人成功的秘诀是什么?当其他人被困难压倒他们为什么能挺过艰难的时刻?为什么其他人失败了,而他们却能获得成功?为什么其他人都深陷泥沼时,他们却能展翅高飞?The answer is very simple. It’s all in the way they treat their problems. Yes, every living person has problems. A problem-free life is a fantasy —a mirage3 in the desert. Everyone should accept that fact.答案很简单,全看他们是如何看待自己面临的难题。 不错,人人有本难念的经。 没有难题困扰的人生只能是一个幻想,是沙漠中的海市蜃楼。 人人都该接受这个现实。 Every mountain has a peak. Every valley has its base. Life has its ups and downs, its peaks and its valleys. No one is up all the time, nor are they down all the time. Problems will end. They will all be resolved4 in time.每一座山都有巅峰,每一个峡谷都有深底。 人生也有兴衰起伏,有山峰和低谷。 不会有人一生都辉煌,也不会有人一生都时乖命蹇。 难题总有了结的一天。 随着时间的推移,一切难题都会迎刃而解。
经典英文短篇小说 (108)
The Romance of a Busy Broker by O. Henry Pitcher, confidential clerk in the office of Harvey Maxwell, broker, allowed a look of mild interest and surprise to visit his usually expressionless countenance when his employer briskly entered at half past nine in company with his young lady stenographer. With a snappy "Good-morning, Pitcher," Maxwell dashed at his desk as though he were intending to leap over it, and then plunged into the great heap of letters and telegrams waiting there for him. The young lady had been Maxwell's stenographer for a year. She was beautiful in a way that was decidedly unstenographic. She forewent the pomp of the alluring pompadour. She wore no chains, bracelets or lockets. She had not the air of being about to accept an invitation to luncheon. Her dress was grey and plain, but it fitted her figure with fidelity and discretion. In her neat black turban hat was the gold-green wing of a macaw. On this morning she was softly and shyly radiant. Her eyes were dreamily bright, her cheeks genuine peachblow, her expression a happy one, tinged with reminiscence. Pitcher, still mildly curious, noticed a difference in her ways this morning. Instead of going straight into the adjoining room, where her desk was, she lingered, slightly irresolute, in the outer office. Once she moved over by Maxwell's desk, near enough for him to be aware of her presence. The machine sitting at that desk was no longer a man; it was a busy New York broker, moved by buzzing wheels and uncoiling springs. "Well--what is it? Anything?" asked Maxwell sharply. His opened mail lay like a bank of stage snow on his crowded desk. His keen grey eye, impersonal and brusque, flashed upon her half impatiently. "Nothing," answered the stenographer, moving away with a little smile. "Mr. Pitcher," she said to the confidential clerk, did Mr. Maxwell say anything yesterday about engaging another stenographer?" "He did," answered Pitcher. "He told me to get another one. I notified the agency yesterday afternoon to send over a few samples this morning. It's 9.45 o'clock, and not a single picture hat or piece of pineapple chewing gum has showed up yet." "I will do the work as usual, then," said the young lady, "until some one comes to fill the place." And she went to her desk at once and hung the black turban hat with the gold-green macaw wing in its accustomed place. He who has been denied the spectacle of a busy Manhattan broker during a rush of business is handicapped for the profession of anthropology. The poet sings
中学经典短篇英文小说赏析《the cat and the fiddle》
The cat and the fiddle Hey,diddle,diddle， The cat and the fiddle， The cow jumped over the moon！ The little dog laughed To see such sport， And the dish ran off with the spoon！ Perhaps you think this verse is all nonsense,and that th e things it mentions could never have happened；but they di d happen,as you will understand when I have explained the m all to you clearly. Little Bobby was the only son of a small farmer who live d out of town upon a country road.Bobby's mother looked a fter the house and Bobby's father took care of the farm,a nd Bobby himself,who was not very big,helped them both a s much as he was able. It was lonely upon the farm,especially when his father an d mother were both busy at work,but the boy had one wa y to amuse himself that served to pass many an hour whe n he would not otherwise have known what to do.He was ver y fond of music,and his father one day brought him fro m the town a small fiddle,or violin,which he soon learne d to play upon.I don't suppose he was a very fine musicia n,but the tunes he played pleased himself；as well as hi s father and mother,and Bobby's fiddle soon became his con stant companion. One day in the warm summer the farmer and his wife determi ned to drive to the town to sell their butter and eggs an d bring back som e groceries in exchange for them,and whil e they were gone Bobby was to be left alone. “We shall not be back until late in the evening，”said hi s mother，“for the weather is too warm to drive very fas t.But I have left you a dish of bread and milk for you r supper,and you must be a good boy and amuse yourself wi th your fiddle until we return.” Bobby promised to be good and look after the house,and th en his father and mother climbed into the wagon and drov e away to the town. The boy was not entirely alone,for there was the big blac k tabby-cat lying upon the floor in the kitchen,and the l ittle yellow dog barking at the wagon as it drove away,an d the big moolie-cow lowing in the pasture down by the bro
经典英文短篇小说 (48)
Louisa May Alcott: A Child's Biography by Louisa May Alcott As much as seventy years ago, in the city of Boston, there lived a small girl who had the naughty habit of running away. On a certain April morning, almost as soon as her mother finished buttoning her dress, Louisa May Alcott slipped out of the house and up the street as fast as her feet could carry her. Louisa crept through a narrow alley and crossed several streets. It was a beautiful day, and she did not care so very much just where she went so long as she was having an adventure, all by herself. Suddenly she came upon some children who said they were going to a nice, tall ash heap to play. They asked her to join them. Louisa thought they were fine playmates, for when she grew hungry they shared some cold potatoes and bread crusts with her. She would not have thought this much of a lunch in her mother's dining-room, but for an outdoor picnic it did very well. When she tired of the ash heap she bade the children good-by, thanked them for their kindness, and hop-skipped to the Common, where she must have wandered about for hours, because, all of a sudden, it began to grow dark. Then she wanted to get home. She wanted her doll, her kitty, and her mother! It frightened her when she could not find any street that looked natural. She was hungry and tired, too. She threw herself down on some door-steps to rest and to watch the lamplighter, for you must remember this was long before there was any gas or electricity in Boston. At this moment a big dog came along. He kissed her face and hands and then sat down beside her with a sober look in his eyes, as if he were thinking: "I guess, Little Girl, you need some one to take care of you!" Poor tired Louisa leaned against his neck and was fast asleep in no time. The dog kept very still. He did not want to wake her. Pretty soon the town crier went by. He was ringing a bell and reading in a loud voice, from a paper in his hand, the description of a lost child. You see, Louisa's father and mother had missed her early in the forenoon and had looked for her in every place they could think of. Each hour they grew more worried, and at dusk they decided to hire this man to search the city. When the runaway woke up and heard what the man was shouting—"Lost—Lost—A little girl, six years old, in a pink frock, white hat, and new, green shoes"—she called out in the darkness: "Why—dat's ME!" The town crier took Louisa by the hand and led her home, where you may be sure she was welcomed with joy.
3篇英语短文(带翻译)
The Old Cat An old woman had a cat. The cat was very old; she could not run quickly, and she could not bite, because she was so old. One day the old cat saw a mouse; she jumped and caught the mouse. But she could not bite it; so the mouse got out of her mouth and ran away, because the cat could not bite it. Then the old woman became very angry because the cat had not killed the mouse. She began to hit the cat. The cat said, "Do not hit your old servant. I have worked for you for many years, and I would work for you still, but I am too old. Do not be unkind to the old, but remember what good work the old did when they were young." 【译文】 老猫 一位老妇有只猫，这只猫很老，它跑不快了，也咬不了东西，因为它年纪太大了。一天，老猫发现一只老鼠，它跳过去抓这只老鼠，然而，它咬不住这只老鼠。因此，老鼠从它的嘴边溜掉了，因为老猫咬不了它。 于是，老妇很生气，因为老猫没有把老鼠咬死。她开始打这只猫，猫说：“不要打你的老仆人，我已经为你服务了很多年，而且还愿意为你效劳，但是，我实在太老了，对年纪大的不要这么无情，要记住老年人在年青时所做过的有益的事情。” A man was going to the house of some rich person. As he went along the road, he saw a box of good apples at the side of the road. He said, "I do not want to eat those apples; for the rich man will give me much food; he will give me very nice food to eat." Then he took the apples and threw them away into the dust. He went on and came to a river. The river had become very big; so he could not go over it. He waited for some time; then he said, "I cannot go to the rich man's house today, for I cannot get over the river." He began to go home. He had eaten no food that day. He began to want food. He came to the apples, and he was glad to take them out of the dust and eat them. Do not throw good things away; you may be glad to have them at some other time.
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Witches' Loaves by O. Henry Miss Martha Meacham kept the little bakery on the corner (the one where you go up three steps, and the bell tinkles when you open the door). Miss Martha was forty, her bank-book showed a credit of two thousand dollars, and she possessed two false teeth and a sympathetic heart. Many people have married whose chances to do so were much inferior to Miss Martha's. Two or three times a week a customer came in in whom she began to take an interest. He was a middle-aged man, wearing spectacles and a brown beard trimmed to a careful point. He spoke English with a strong German accent. His clothes were worn and darned in places, and wrinkled and baggy in others. But he looked neat, and had very good manners. He always bought two loaves of stale bread. Fresh bread was five cents a loaf. Stale ones were two for five. Never did he call for anything but stale bread. Once Miss Martha saw a red and brown stain on his fingers. She was sure then that he was an artist and very poor. No doubt he lived in a garret, where he painted pictures and ate stale bread and thought of the good things to eat in Miss Martha's bakery. Often when Miss Martha sat down to her chops and light rolls and jam and tea she would sigh, and wish that the gentle-mannered artist might share her tasty meal instead of eating his dry crust in that draughty attic. Miss Martha's heart, as you have been told, was a sympathetic one. In order to test her theory as to his occupation, she brought from her room one day a painting that she had bought at a sale, and set it against the shelves behind the bread counter. It was a Venetian scene. A splendid marble palazzio (so it said on the picture) stood in the foreground -- or rather forewater. For the rest there were gondolas (with the lady trailing her hand in the water), clouds, sky, and chiaro-oscuro in plenty. No artist could fail to notice it. Two days afterward the customer came in. "Two loafs of stale bread, if you blease. "You haf here a fine bicture, madame," he said while she was wrapping up the bread. "Yes?" says Miss Martha, reveling in her own cunning. "I do so admire art and" (no, it would not do to say "artists" thus early) "and paintings," she substituted. "You think it is a good picture?"
英语短篇小说读后感
英语短篇小说读后感 英语短篇小说读后感 契诃夫是世界文坛上一位罕见的艺术家。他的小说经受了百年的时间检验，依然闪耀着独特的艺术光彩。契诃夫的着眼点总是平凡的人的日常生活，他是个描写日常生活中的最平凡事情的现实主义者。但是他从不陷入日常生活的“泥沼”，他对生活素材认真细致地进行“观察、选择”，而在创作过程中又进行“推测、组合”，使生活素材形象化，平平常常的似乎是偶然的现象中揭示出生活的本质。 所以我很喜欢契诃夫的作品。在这本短篇小说选中，我最喜欢的还是其中的《变色龙》，《钉子上》和《万卡》。 《变色龙》告诉了我们：在沙皇俄国将军家中的一条狗比平民百姓还要重要，巡逻官奥楚美洛夫之流在有权势者的家犬前摇尾乞怜，而对老百姓却张牙舞爪，蛮横娇纵。《变色龙》就是契诃夫送给人世的一面镜子，一个警示，在百余年后的今天同样还是有人身上有着“变色龙”的奴性，表里不一；《万卡》可以说是《苦恼》的姐妹篇。都是抒情心理短篇小说。主要写的是：九岁童工的稚真心灵，他的学徒生活的苦楚，他对祖父和家乡的眷恋——这一切在篇幅不大的作品中巧妙地互相穿插和渗透，短短几页字就写出了童工生活中的酸甜苦辣，给读者留下了深刻的印象；短篇小说《钉子上》和《一个文官之死》一样，都展现了但是沙皇俄国在
官场上的丑态：强者霸道、倨傲专横，弱者低头哈腰、不敢反抗。臭虫般的切尔维亚科夫以及他的奴才们的心理正是这种官场生活的产物。 读了这本小说选后，我更能体会到当时沙皇俄国官场上的险恶与蛮横，也看清了当时和如今的“变色龙”就是墙头草，哪边是强者就拥护哪边，即使那强者并不是善良的那一方。《契诃夫短篇小说选》给我了很多启迪，让我了解到不少沙皇俄国的当年！ 英语短篇小说读后感莫泊桑是19世纪末法国伟大的批判现实主义作家和短篇小说家、自然主义文学流派的杰出代表，与契珂夫、欧？亨利并称为“世界三大短篇小说之王”。他的小说以其精湛的艺术技巧和行云流水般的文笔、及纯粹的语言，成为展现法语美丽的典范之作，在法国乃至世界文学史上占据着无可替代的地位。经典名篇《羊脂球》、《项链》、《我的叔叔于勒》等享誉世界。 莫泊桑讲述故事中的主人公，大多是小人物，有诺曼底狡猾的农民、慷慨的工匠、受欺凌的女佣、小职员、小店主、小市民，也有比市民还世俗的破落贵绅、富商、工厂主，以及野心勃勃的政客。例如《项链》中因爱慕虚荣而毁了一生的小市民，《羊脂球》中，有爱国骨气的妓女和软骨头的富商与乡绅，在敌人面前的不同表现，《一家子》中为争取遗产而大打出手的一家人，《两个朋友》中宁死也不肯将通行
中学必读经典英文短篇小说《Beneath an umbrella》赏析
BENEATH AN UMBRELLA By Nathaniel Hawthorne Pleasant is a rainy winter's day,within doors!The best study for such a da y,or the best amusement,-call it which you will,-is a book of travels,describi ng scenes the most unlike that sombre one,which is mistily presented throu gh the windows.I have experienced,that fancy is then most successful in im parting distinct shapes and vivid colors to the objects which the author has s pread upon his page,and that his words become magic spells to summon up a thousand varied pictures.Strange landscapes glimmer through the familiar walls of the room,and outlandish figures thrust themselves almost within the sacred precincts of the hearth.Small as my chamber is,it has space enough to contain the ocean-like circumference of an Arabian desert,its parched sa nds tracked by the long line of a caravan,with the camels patiently journeyi ng through the heavy sunshine.Though my ceiling be not lofty,yet I can pil e up the mountains of Central Asia beneath it,till their summits shine far ab ove the clouds of the middle atmosphere.And,with my humble means,a w ealth that is not taxable,I can transport hither the magnificent merchandise of an Oriental bazaar,and call a crowd of purchasers from distant countries, to pay a fair profit for the precious articles which are displayed on all sides. True it is,however,that amid the bustle of traffic,or whatever else may see m to be going on around me,the rain-drops will occasionally be heard to pa tter against my window-panes,which look forth upon one of the quietest str eets in a New England town.After a time,too,the visions vanish,and will n ot appear again at my bidding.Then,it being nightfall,a gloomy sense of un reality depresses my spirits,and impels me to venture out,before the clock shall strike bedtime,to satisfy myself that the world is not entirely made up of such shadowy materials,as have busied me throughout the day.A dreame r may dwell so long among fantasies,that the things without him will seem as unreal as those within.