篇一：英文小说推荐篇目
英语小说阅读推荐篇目：（女生）
短篇或中篇
《格林·盖布尔斯来的安妮》又称《绿山墙的安妮》——喜欢
《鬼妈妈》——其实不恐怖，喜欢
《爱丽丝漫游仙境》——我第一部看的英文版小说
《绿野仙踪》
《简爱》——必读，简单的可以去读牛津书虫版，要提高的选择其他更详细的吧 《小王子》
《小公子》
《孤女努力记》——喜欢
《阿拉丁和神灯》
《长腿叔叔》——喜欢
《麦琪的礼物》
《警察与赞美诗》
《欧也妮·葛朗台》
长篇
《小公主》——我小时候最喜欢的
《傲慢与偏见》——女生都应该读的，个人认为女主与男主的结局在那个年代不太可能
《童年·在人间·我的大学》
《魔法灰姑娘》——挺有趣的
《蓝色海豚岛》——讲的是印第安女生在岛上独自生活的故事，较喜欢，也不长，但没耐心看生活类故事的同学请放弃
《鲁滨逊漂流记》——同上
《小妇人》
《悲惨世界》——我较喜欢的，个人觉得比《巴黎圣母院》好看
（男生）
《在月亮下面》
《世界上最冷的地方》
《彼得·潘》
《水孩子》
《麦琪的礼物》
《警察与赞美诗》
《童年·在人间·我的大学》
《小王子》
《基督山伯爵》——有必要的
《哈利波特全集》
《悲惨世界》——我较喜欢的，个人觉得比《巴黎圣母院》好看
《蓝色海豚岛》——讲的是印第安女生在岛上独自生活的故事，较喜欢，也不长，但没耐心看生活类故事的同学请放弃
《鲁滨逊漂流记》——同上/《指环王》
《欧也妮·葛朗台》/《高老头》
PS：男生的小说，我看的不多，（以上小说我看的大部分也只是中文版的）男女生间的阅读差别没有那么大，以上所列均可读。英文版可先选择 牛津书虫版的 看（基本上都有，若没有也请选择自己能接受的、能读懂的英文版，否则很难坚持下去），读完后请写读后感一篇（英文）。最后加一部老师推的《歌剧魅影》
篇二：英文短篇小说The Nightingale and theRose
2. The Nightingale and the Rose
(by Oscar Wilde)
"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."
From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.
"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."
"Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."
"The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break."
"Here indeed is the true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers - what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold."
"The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her"; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.
"Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.
"Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. "Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. "He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale.
"For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.
But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.
Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.
In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.
"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head.
"My roses are white," it answered; "as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sundial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sundial.
"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head.
"My roses are yellow," it answered; "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window.
"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head.
"My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year."
"One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?"
"There is away," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you."
"Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."
"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart'sblood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."
"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in
his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"
So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.
The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.
"Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame- coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense."
The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.
But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches.
"Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall feel very lonely when you are gone."
So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.
When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.
"She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact,
she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good." And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.
And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.
She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river - pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.
But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.
And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.
篇三：短篇小说-pute
短篇小说：谁才是偷饼干的人？
The Cookie Thief
饼干小偷
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to sit.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see that the man sitting beside her, as bold as he could be, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between them. She tried to ignore it to avoid a scene, so she munched some cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief kept eating.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I weren’t so nice, I would blacken his eyes.” With each cookie she took, he took one, too; when only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her a half, and ate the other. She snatched it from him and thought, “Oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s so rude! Why he didn’t even show any gratitude !”
She had never known when she had been so angry, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the rude thief. She boarded the plane, sank in her seat, and looked for her
book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise—there was her bag of cookies,
in front of her eyes. “If mine is here,” she moaned in despair, “the others were his, and he tried to share!”
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the thief. 词汇:
engross:使全神贯注；grab: 抓取，攫取。
avoid a scene: 免得大吵大闹；munch:用力咀嚼；gusty:津津有味的，兴致勃勃的。 irritate: 激怒，使恼怒；tick by: 使（分、秒等）滴答滴答过去；blacken:使变黑。 snatch: 夺走，抓走。
nerve: 勇气，胆量。
gratitude：感激之情。
sigh: 叹气；relief: （痛苦、忧愁等消除后感到的）轻松，宽慰。
board: 上飞机。
moaned: 呻吟，呜咽；despair: 绝望。
珍珠项链
一串塑料珍珠项链让珍妮爱不释手，妈妈为她买了下来，但是珍妮要做家务活来“赚”取它。爸爸索要项链时，珍妮宁肯舍弃自己心爱的玩具，也要将其保留。然而，珍妮经过一番痛苦挣扎，最终放弃了项链。然而，就在她交出项链的那一刻，爸爸给了她一份意想不到的礼物：一串美丽无比、真真正正的珍珠项链！原来，爸爸一直在等她放弃那条塑料项链，送她真正的珍珠项链！
Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty five-year-old girl.
One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced at $2.50. How she wanted that necklace, and when she asked her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said, “Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I'll tell you what. I'll buy you the necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of chores that you can do to pay for the necklace.
And don’t forget that for your birthday Grandma just might give you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?” Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace for her. Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day, and sure enough, her grandma gave her a brand-new dollar bill for her birthday. Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls. How Jenny loved those pearls. She wore them everywhere to kindergarten, bed and when she went out with her mother to run errands.
The only time she didn’t wear them was in the shower. Her mother had told her that they would turn her neck green!
Jenny had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would get up from his
favorite chair every night and read Jenny her favorite story.
One night when he finished the story, he said, “Jenny, do you love me? ” “Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you, ”
the little girl said.
“Well, then, give me your pearls. ”
“Oh! Daddy, not my pearls!” Jenny said. “But you can have Rosy, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party outfit , too. Okay? ”
“Oh no, darling, that's okay.”Her father brushed her cheek with a kiss. “Good night, little one. ”
A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, “Do you love me? ” “Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you. ”
“Well, then, give me your pearls. ”
“Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? She’s my favorite. Her hair is so soft, and you can play with it and braid it and everything. You can have Ribbons if you want her, Daddy,” the little girl said to her father.
“No, that's okay,” her father said and brushed her cheek again with a kiss. “God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams. ”
Several days later, when Jenny’s father came in to read her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was trembling .“ Here, Daddy, ” she said, and held out her hand. She opened it and her beloved pearl necklace was inside. She let it slip into her father’s hand.
With one hand her father held the plastic pearls and the other he pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box. Inside of the box were real, genuine , beautiful pearls. He had had them all along. He was waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her the real thing.
朋友的祈祷
A Friend's Prayer
我应允了他唯一的祈求，若非如此，你根本得不到我任何的赐予??他祈祷让你的祈求都能应验。
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men aboard were able to swim to a small, desert-like island. Not knowing what else to do, the two survivors agreed that they had no other recourse than to pray to God.
一艘客轮在海上遇到暴风雨翻了，只有两个人游泳到一个荒凉的小岛上。在无计可施的情况下，两个人都认为向上帝祷告是唯一的出路。
However, to find out whose prayers were more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.
但是为了看看谁的祷告比较有效，他们协议把小岛分成两半，每人各居一处。
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the island, and he was able to eat its fruit. But the other man's parcel of land remained barren.
他们祈祷的第一件事就是食物，第二天早上，第一个人看到一棵果实累累的树长在他这一边的土地上，他可以伸手摘果子吃。而另外一个人的土地上依旧一片荒芜。
After a week, the first man became lonely and decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the island. But on the other side of the island, there was nothing.
一个星期以后，第一个人感到很孤单寂寞，所以他决定祈求得到一个妻子。第二天，又有一艘船失事了，唯一幸存的女人游泳到他这一边的岛上来。而另一边的岛上则什么都没有。 Soon thereafter the first man prayed for a house, clothes and more food. The next day, like magic, all of these things were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.
不久，第一个人又祈求得到一间房子、衣服和更多的食物。第二天，他所祈求的东西就像变魔术一样全都出现了，而另一个人还是什么都没有。
Finally, the first man prayed for a ship so that he and his wife could leave the island, and in the morning he found a ship docked at his side of the island. 最后，第一个人祈求能有一艘船，让他跟他的妻子可以离开小岛。早上醒来，他看到一艘船就停泊在他这里的岸边。
The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island, considering the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings since none of his prayers had been answered.
第一个人和他妻子上了船，他决定把第二个人留在那个小岛上。他认为另一个人不值得得到上帝的恩赐，因为他的祈祷一个也没应验。
As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from Heaven booming, "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?"
正当船要离开的时候，第一个人听到天上传来轰隆的声音说：“为什么把你的同伴留在岛上？”
"My blessings are mine alone since I was the one who prayed for them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he doesn't deserve anything." 第一个人回答说：“上帝的赐予都归我独享，因为是我祈求而来的。他的祈祷全都没应验，所以他不配得到任何东西。”
"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings."
“你错了！”那个声音责备他说：“我应允了他唯一的祈求，若非如此，你根本得不到我任何的赐予。”
"Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "what did he pray for that I should owe
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