① 介绍几部经典英文短篇小说
《欧亨利短篇小说精选》欧·亨利最优秀的多篇短篇小说代表作，如《麦琪版的礼物》、《警察权和赞美诗》、《最后一片常春藤叶》、《带家具出租的房问》等。这些作品脍灸人口，经久不衰。欧·亨利是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一。他的作品构思新颖。语言诙谐，富于生活情趣，结局常常出人意外，善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活，堪称“美国生活的幽默网络全书”。
② 求 英文短篇小故事 内容关于中国古代就行
夸父奔日（稍稍夸张一点点，别介意~~~O(∩_∩)O！）
很久很久以前，有一个人叫夸父的，他个子又高，体重也沉，力气就更别提了，自然是大的很的说。那个时候人才从猴子变过来没多久呢，文明的发展也不咋地，所以还很崇尚武力，谁厉害当然就占些便宜，很容易被人重视被人崇拜的啦，所以夸父自然也觉得自己牛啊牛的说。可是突然有一天夸父去临近部落的时候，遇到了酋长的女儿，一个漂啊漂的mm，一下子就爱上她乐，死气白赖的追人家。漂漂mm蛮喜欢他的啊，那么健壮打起架来肯定不吃亏的，也不怕被别人欺负的说。可是mm的老爸，也就是酋长大人想把她许配给另外一个部落的酋长，好把两个部落的力量联合起来，获得部落的利益，可是夸父那么壮，酋长老爸怕怕的说，于是就对夸父说：“你想娶我女儿可以啊，但是你得给聘礼才行的。”夸父就问他：“你要什么？你要什么我都答应你！！”酋长老爸就说：“我的女儿是我的宝贝，要娶她，你得用天上的太阳来交换才行。”酋长老爸本来想，太阳是不可能被夸父拿来的啊，出个难题他做不到就不再想了嘛，谁知道夸父虽然个子大，可是光长身体乐，没有脑子，是个傻大个的说。他抬头一看，太阳就在没多远的天上挂着呢，就说：“好啊好啊，我这就去追，你可得守信用哦。”说完就屁颠儿屁颠儿的追太阳去乐。 太阳老大多牛啊，什么时候有人敢这么不尊重他了？一看夸父这个傻大个真的追过来了，心说：“我还能被你追上？那不是太没面子了嘛！”就赶了自己的马车飞快的跑了起来。没成想夸父虽然傻，可是跑的可真快哦，太阳老大已经活了好多好多年乐，那几匹拉车的马也都老的不行了，平时又不运动，只会拉了车慢悠悠的走，今天突然被追，竟然眼看着被夸父追的越来越近乐。太阳老大一看不好，赶紧下了车，一溜烟儿的自己跑了起来。 夸父追啊追，就要追上太阳扔下的马车的时候觉得口渴的不行了，而且跑了这么久，也累的够戗，就赶紧赶了马车去喝水。马车因为是太阳的马车啊，自然就认为自己了不起些了，左边一个轮子右边一个轮子都很power的说。可是因为太阳买马车的时候手头正紧张呢，车前面的七色流苏是不能省的啊，那可是门面的，于是太阳一狠心，就买了两个破轮子，所以虽然车身子蛮漂漂的，可是轮子嘛就不好意思些了。这马车被赶啊赶的，小轮子跑得晕的要命（小腿儿倒不过来了?;-P），虽然都快口吐白末了，可是为了面子也只能受些苦坚持着了。转眼车就到河、渭了，小轮子心想这回可算是交代过去啦。夸父把身子歪到右边去，伸了根好长好长的麦管下去吸啊吸的，很快就把河、渭的水都喝光啦，然后一扁嘴：“怎么还渴啊，而且这么热，干脆去贝加尔湖喝冰镇矿泉水去吧！”然后一扬鞭子，马儿唏骝一声长嘶，荡着漫天的尘烟就奔北边去了。只可怜小轮子还没歇过来呢，就又得卖命了，尽管它的意志力蛮强的（要面子就这点儿好处嘛！;-P）可是无奈身体不给面子啊，还没到贝加尔湖呢，已经不行了。这时候夸父突然喊了一声：“好大的一片桃林啊，我要吃桃子的说。”边说着身子就探出了车外，伸了脑袋往下看。这轮子还喘呢，一点儿准备也没有啊，架着夸父块儿也大，哗嚓一声右边的轮子就塌断掉乐。可怜车上的夸父对太阳的车子报以了那么大的信任，没有作任何提防，一下子就被从天上扔了下来，倒栽在桃林里摔死乐。 跑在前面的太阳老大呼哧呼哧的跑啊跑，突然回头一看，不见了夸父了。四下一找，发现跟桃林里倒插在地上已经没气儿乐。太阳老大心中后悔，暗自为自己害死了跑的这么快的夸父觉得内疚，不然回头让他参加奥运会去，好歹也能拿一堆冠军回来给东方人争争光啊（太阳家在东方，每天早上起来都很勤快的上班去的哦）。于是就让自己肩膀上的大乌鸦把夸父的死讯带会了部落里去。那时候还没有自由恋爱的呢，就更别说为追求爱情而付出生命的了，于是部落里的大法师把他的故事记了下来，讲述给后世的继承者，好让夸父的故事得以流传。后来由于传啊传的好多情节就都丢乐，人们只知道从前有个傻傻的夸父妄想追太阳来的，却不知道，他是第一个为了爱情而牺牲生命的爱的先驱呢。
Many years ago, there lived a man named Kuafu Chasing, he subsystems high weight Shen, let alone the effort. Nature is a very big say. At that time personnel from the monkeys did not change over time, it does not shout to the development of civilization, so still resort to use of force. Of course, and what accounts for some cheap, it is easy for people to attach importance to the worship anymore. So naturally feel Niua cattle Kuafu Chasing said. But suddenly one day to close tribal Kuafu Chasing the time, he met the chief's daughter, a floating ah drift mm. She immediately fell in love with music, died of gas recovery depends white people. He likes the pretty nice mm ah, then certainly not healthy to prevent the expense of the planes, that is not afraid of being bullied. However mm father, she is betrothed to another Emirate alts want tribal chiefs, Joint forces of the two tribes well, the interests of the tribe agreed, but then Kuafu Chasing the accident, the Emirates father horrifying, So Kuafu Chasing on to say : "You wished to marry my daughter can ah, but you have got to the dowry. "Kua Fu's Race asked him : "What you want? I promise you what you want go up in smoke. "Emirates father said :" My daughter is my treasure, to marry her. You got to exchange the sun in the sky is imperative. "My father had wanted Emirates, the sun can not be used Kuafu Chasing ah, out there thinking about a problem he failed to say, though sub Kuafu Chasing Who knows, but longer-body music, no brain, The big one is that stupid. He looked up and the sun in the sky not far notice, say : "O.K. good, and I made so. Oh, you have honored. "He then got on fart fart subversion subversion abuse of children to recover sun music. Sun boss more Niua, so when people dare not respect him? Kuafu Chasing the big one really silly to see a recovery over the heart : "I was able to catch up with you? it is not lose face! "dizzying rush of their own trio ran together. While not wishing to Kuafu Chasing silly, but around the Kezhenkuai Oh, the sun has been the mastermind of live music for many many years. That idea : the race to pull carts are old or are not usually campaign will pull the car Manyouyou go, he was suddenly, Kuafu Chasing recovery has been watching the music is getting closer. Sun boss a look bad, quickly got off the car, knows their children run up. Kuafu Chasing pursuit ah catch up, the sun will catch up with the trio, who feel thirsty when the strained, but took so long, Gouqiang also tiring, the trio quickly rushed to drink. The trio because the sun's chariot ah, naturally considers himself more remarkable. left a power wheels are the wheels that one right. But because the sun can do is to buy the trio of tension, it is not the orthodox car in front of Delight's ah, but window-dressing. So a hard-hearted sun, it bought two broken wheels, although he is pretty nice car. But it embarrassed some of the better wheels. This trio was forced ah rushed to the scene, either going to run small wheels (legs abuse does not take over the ?;-P) Although White seems Say the right conclusion, but only by some in order to face the hardships persist. After the car into the river, Wei, thinking that this time can be regarded as small wheels, take account of the past. Kuafu Chasing false regard to the right to the body, really, really long extension of the wheat root absorption tube indefinitely ah smoke, and very quickly River. Wei finished off among all the water, then one-mouth : "how has a thirst ah, but so hot Ice Lake Baikal in the town simply to mineral water! "Swagger and then a son, the horse Hey monkeys soon identified. Ben lost amid the sty fog on the north side to the city. Small wheels do not rest only pathetic, to get their lives. Although it is pretty strong willpower (vs. benefits to face this !;-P 67,000), but not physically helpless to face ah, Before Lake Baikal, it has not succeed. This time Kuafu Chasing suddenly shouted loudly : "A big piece of Taolinkou ah, I want to say a peach. "while talking about a body unearthed on the car, look down into his brain. This surge has wheels, it has not prepared a little ah, there was also Kuafu Chasing pieces, a desire to screech the wheels on the right side of the collapse soon cut off music. Kuafu's Chase for the poor car and the car is reported to the sun so much trust, not to make any beware. suddenly been thrown down from the sky, music Inverted Growth in Taolinkou Lane died from a fall. Running in front of the sun standing Huchihuchi Paoa run, suddenly looked back and Kuafu Chasing the missing. Looking for the next four, with the Tao Lane fertilizer found in the ground have no gas musicians. Sun boss hearts, having secretly run so fast to the death of Kuafu Chasing feel guilty. Otherwise, back to let him participate in the Olympic Games, every day could get back to a pile of Asians indisputable championship winning glory ah (solar home in the East up every morning to go to work very hard working, the oh). So let's put their shoulders a Kuafu Chasing the death of the tribal belt will be going. Time has not yet free love, it even made mention of the pursuit of love and life. So the tribe says he put down the story about the inheritance to future generations, Kuafu Chasing the story so popular. Due to the traditional pyramid ah many cases are lost on the music, people only know that once an Sasa Kuafu Chasing the sun to attempt to recover. we do not know, he was the first one to love and love lost their lives? Herald.
③ 推荐几部经典的英文短篇小说名字及其网址 可免费在线看的
英语小说在线阅读：Peter
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Wendy[云南外语网]
http://www.ynenglish.com/Article/EnglishCourse/ReadingCourse/245_625620070208230800.shtml
英国作家罗尔德达尔的专小说，《羊腿属》。
④ 经典短篇英文小说
经典短篇小说好多呢！用词比较简单，但意义深刻！更重要的是每一篇都短小精悍！（符合你的要求哦）
1.《生火》杰克.伦敦 To Build a Fire (Jack LondonP
2.《厄谢尔府的倒塌》 爱伦.坡
The Fall of the House of Usher (Edgar Allan Poe)
3.《项链》莫泊桑 The Necklace (Guy de Maupassant)
4.《警察与赞美诗》欧.亨利 The Cop and the Anthem
(O Henry)
5.《麦琪的礼物》欧.亨利 Magi's gift (O Henry)
6.《最后一片藤叶》欧.亨利 The Last Leaf (O Henry)
7.《加利维拉县有名的跳蛙》马克.吐温 The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
（Mark Twain)
8.《人生的五种恩赐》马克.吐温
The Five Boons of Life （Mark Twain)
9.《三生客》 托马斯.哈代 The Three Strangers
(Thomas Hardy)
10.《敞开的落地窗》萨基 The Open Window (Saki)
11.《末代佳人》菲茨杰拉德 The Last of the Belles
(F.S.Fitzgerald)
12.《手》舍伍德.安德森 Hands
13.《伊芙琳》詹姆斯.乔伊斯 Eveline
14.《教长的黑色面纱》纳撒尼尔.霍桑
⑤ 求一篇短篇小说（英文的，字数500-1000词）
Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Johnsy's real name was Joanna. In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. Johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. She looked through the small window. She could see the side of the brick house next to her building. One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room. "She has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "And that chance is for her to want to live. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?" "She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue. "Paint?" said the doctor. "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "I will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Young artists must work their way to "Art" by making pictures for magazine stories. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside. Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "What is it, dear?" asked Sue. "Six," said Johnsy, quietly. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now." "Five what, dear?" asked Sue. "Leaves. On the plant. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?" "Oh, I never heard of such a thing," said Sue. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. Don't be silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said ¨ he said the chances were ten to one! Try to eat some soup now. And, let me go back to my drawing, so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another one. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too." "Johnsy, dear," said Sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves." "Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Mister Behrman up to be my model for my drawing of an old miner. Don't try to move until I come back." Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor of the apartment building. Behrman was a failure in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little, old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him. Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas that had been waiting twenty-five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf. Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a vine? Why do you let that silly business come in her brain?" "She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas." "This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick," yelled Behrman. "Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away." Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner. The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window. "Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly. Sue obeyed. After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground. "It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall ring the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time." "Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down toward the bed. "Think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?" But Johnsy did not answer. The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there. Johnsy lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was preparing chicken soup. "I've been a bad girl," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now." An hour later she said: "Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples." Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway. "Even chances," said the doctor. "With good care, you'll win. And now I must see another case I have in your building. Behrman, his name is -- some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain." The next day, the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now -- that's all." Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her. "I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was sick only two days. They found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a terrible night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted. And they found a ladder that had been moved from its place. And art supplies and a painting board with green and yellow colors mixed on it. And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrman's masterpiece ¨C he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."
⑥ 有哪些好看的短篇英文小说
世界三大短篇小说之王
莫泊桑、契诃夫和欧~亨利
莫泊桑（Maupassant1850～1893）19世纪后半期法国优秀的批判现实主义作家。年仅43年生命历程竟创作了6部长篇小说和356多篇中短篇小说，莫泊桑短篇小说布局结构精巧合理。典型细节选用真实可信、叙事抒情的手法如行云流水，充分体现了这种的文学传统。莫泊桑的最出色的短篇代表作是《羊脂球》。《项链》、《我的叔叔于勒》；其作品在我国影响很大，近几年来，一直被作为中学生必课的文学作品.
欧~亨利（1862～1910）善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外；欧~亨利一生创作了270多个短篇小说和一部长篇小说，还有数量很少的诗歌他颇善情节设计，处处留下玄机，结局常常以出人意料出外而收场。读后使人不禁使人豁然开朗，拍案叫绝,被称为"欧~亨利式结尾".又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”.黑色幽默,“含泪水的微笑”。代表作有《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《带家具出租的房间》、《麦琪的礼物》、《最后一片叶子》等.
契诃夫（1860-1904）他常以十九世界俄国社会中所常见的凡人小事为素材，用语言简练、讽刺尖刻笔触描写小人物和知识分子两类人的命运。代表作有《小职员之死》《变色龙》。《套中人》等。契河夫是19世纪末俄国伟大的剧作家和短篇小说家，俄国现实主义文学流派的杰出代表
其他的有:
茨威格短篇小说集
马克.吐温短篇小说集
窃贼(阿·康帕尼尔)
情书(岩井俊二)
永远占有(格雷厄姆·格林)
化石街(岛田庄司)
棋逢对手(西瑞尔·哈尔)
首领(卡拉维洛夫)
热爱生命(杰克·伦敦)
蚂蚁 (博里斯·维昂)
蠢猪 (马莱巴)
品酒 (罗·达尔)
打不碎的鸡蛋 (马莱巴)
劳驾，快点！(图戈依)
品酒 (罗·达尔)
⑦ 推荐几篇英文短篇童话故事
风和太阳(The Wind And The Sun)
One day the wind said to the sun, “Look at that man walking along the road. I can get his cloak off more quickly than you can.” (有一天风跟太阳说: “看看那个沿着路上走的人.我可以比你快让他把披风脱下来.)“We will see about that,” said the sun. “I will let you try first.” (“我们等着看吧,”太阳说, “我让你先试.)So the wind tried to make the man take off his cloak. He blew and blew, but the man only pulled his cloak more closely around himself. (因此风尝试让那个人把披风脱下来.他用力地吹,可是那个人把披风拉得更紧.)“I give up,” said the wind at last. “I cannot get his cloak off.” Then the sun tried. He shone as hard as he could. The man soon became hot and took off his cloak. (“我放弃了,”风最后说, “我无法让他把披风脱下来.”然后由太阳试试看.他尽可能地晒他.不久,那个人很热就把披风脱下来了.)
2. Long ago in a small, faraway village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he hounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and firendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
很久以前的一个很远的小村庄里，有一个以"千镜屋"而著名的地方。一个乐观的小狗听说了这个地方并决定去参观。当来到这个地方，他蹦蹦跳欢恰快的上了台阶，来到房门口，他高高竖起耳朵，欢快地摇着尾巴，从门口往里张望，他惊奇地看到有1000只欢乐的小狗像他一样快的摇尾巴。他灿烂地微笑着，回报他的是1000张热情，友好的灿烂笑脸。离开时他心想："这是一个精彩的地主，我一定要经常来参观。"
在这个村里还有另一只想参观"千镜屋"的小狗，他不及第一只小狗乐观，他慢吞吞地爬上台阶，然后耷拉着脑袋往屋子里看。一看到有1000只小狗不友好地盯着他，他便开始冲他们狂吠，镜中的1000只小狗也冲着他狂吠，把他给吓坏了，他在离开时心想："这是一个恐怖的地方，我再也不会来了。"
世界上所有的脸都是镜子，在你所遇见的人的脸上你看到反射出来的是什么?
3、An old cock and a foxIt is evening.An old cock is sitting in a tree.A fox comes to the tree and looks up at the cock."Hello,Mr Cock,I have good news for you,"says the fox."Oh"says thecock,"What good news for me?""All the animals are friends now."says the fox."Fine!"says the cock."I'm very glad to know that."Then he looks up、
"Look!A dog ia coming this way.""What?A dog?"says the fox."Well....well,I must go now.Goodbye,Mr Cock!""Wait,Mr Fox,Don't you like dogs?"Don't you like playing with the dog?Dogs are our friends now.""But,...but they may not know the news yet."Then he runs away."I see,I see,"says the cock.He smiles and goes to sleep
翻译：一只老公鸡和一只狐狸是夜。一只老公鸡呆在树上。一只狐狸走向大树要拜访公鸡。"你好，公鸡先生，我有一个关于你的好消息。"狐狸说。"噢，"公鸡说，"是什么关于我的好消息?""所有动物现在都是朋友了。"狐狸说。"好，"公鸡说，"我听到那非常高兴!"然后他看到了。
"看，一只狗正在往这边来。""什么?一只狗?"狐狸问。"好的好的，现在我该走了，再见，公鸡先生!""等等，狐狸先生，你难道不喜欢狗吗?难道你不喜欢和狗玩么?狗现在是我们的朋友。""但是，但是它们现在可能还不知道。"然后他跑走了。"我知道了，我知道了，"公鸡说。他微笑着然后去睡觉了。
4、The City Mouse and the Country Mouse
Once there were two mice. They were friends. One mouse lived in the country; the other mouse lived in the city. After many years the Country mouse saw the City mouse; he said, "Do come and see me at my house in the country." So the City mouse went. The City mouse said, "This food is not good, and your house is not good. Why do you live in a hole in the field? You should come and live in the city. You would live in a nice house made of stone. You would have nice food to eat. You must come and see me at my house in the city."
The Country mouse went to the house of the City mouse. It was a very good house. Nice food was set ready for them to eat. But just as they began to eat they heard a great noise. The City mouse cried, " Run! Run! The cat is coming!" They ran away quickly and hid.
After some time they came out. When they came out, the Country mouse said, "I do not like living in the city. I like living in my hole in the field. For it is nicer to be poor and happy, than to be rich and afraid."
【译文】
城里老鼠和乡下老鼠
从前，有两只老鼠，它们是好朋友。一只老鼠居住在乡村，另一只住在城里。很多年以后，乡下老鼠碰到城里老鼠，它说：“你一定要来我乡下的家看看。”于是，城里老鼠就去了。乡下老鼠领着它到了一块田地上它自己的家里。它把所有最精美食物都找出来给城里老鼠。城里老鼠说：“这东西不好吃，你的家也不好，你为什么住在田野的地洞里呢？你应该搬到城里去住，你能住上用石头造的漂亮房子，还会吃上美味佳肴，你应该到我城里的家看看。”
乡下老鼠就到城里老鼠的家去。房子十分漂亮，好吃的东西也为他们摆好了。可是正当他们要开始吃的时候，听见很大的一阵响声，城里的老鼠叫喊起来：“快跑！快跑！猫来了！”他们飞快地跑开躲藏起来。
过了一会儿，他们出来了。当他们出来时，乡下老鼠说：“我不喜欢住在城里，我喜欢住在田野我的洞里。因为这样虽然贫穷但是快乐自在，比起虽然富有却要过着提心吊胆的生活来说，要好些。”
⑧ 求经典英文短篇小说，书名，作者
《经典英文短篇小说集：哲理故事》作者：金莉，这本书不错，价格不贵，也很有意义
⑨ 推荐一些英文短篇小说
相信你会喜欢这篇短小的小说的。
Appointment With Love －－By Sulamith Ish-Kishor
Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.
He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks...
Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots.
In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear...all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.
Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.
Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.
His mind went back to that book - the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always hated that writing-in habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.
For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.
But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..."
One minute to six - Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.
A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.
He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.
Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small worn, blue leather of Of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love - a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.
He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you - you are Miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May...may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit - the one who just went by - begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you."