篇一:爱情故事短篇

第一人称英文短篇爱情故事

Wall Between Worlds

I RECALL upon a time. A time long before we knew of you Humans, or the existence of life Beyond our world. A time in which I knew of no others. A time before I broke into this world...
In that old world, darkness reigned — a darkness that was darker than would be a starless sky. There was silence, as well, save for the quick thumping of my heart, echoed by four other thumpings, just as quick. And, above them all, a distant, stronger thumping. I seemed to float in that world, in an envelope of warmth and comfort.
That world, however, did not remain dark for long. Faint outlines of shadows soon appeared on the wall that enclosed me. There was no thought in my mind wondering about those shadows. Neither a thought nor a dream occurred to me in that time as to what was beyond that wall, or that there even existed anything beyond that wall. This was my world — the world. And it ended at that wall. I was its sole occupant.
There were other things, though, that I began to notice in time. Things that were attached to me. They twitched — four legs, my tail — in a reflexive test movement. I began to hear voices. I understood not what they were saying, but the comfort that accompanied the voices rivaled that which enveloped me in this world. A gentle croon rumbled against my world, the soothing vibrations rippled around me. I tried to call back, and it came out as a sharp peep.
One of the voices said something. Just as before, I understood not what it said. I did, however, understand the ever-so-soft cushion of love that swept over me. I basked in it as I went to sleep.
*
The world soon became too small for me. I became cramped against the wall that encircled me. I pressed my head against it, trying to make my world bigger. But, the wall would not give way. I tried again. Then again, pressing harder and harder against the wall that surrounded me. I struggled even as I heard within my mind those same voices as before, accompanied by those same feelings of comfort and affection. Encouraged by those voices, I continued struggling against the wall. It ticked and ticked. Then, suddenly, a crack exploded around me and my head pushed through.
From that first break, what remained of the wall followed, shattering around me — the wall that had been the limit of my world. It released me onto something warm and soft. I opened my eyes, then snapped them shut against the bright yellow light that assaulted my eyes. But, I had to see my new surroundings. I opened my eyes again, squinting against the sudden brightness. I turned my head this way and that from where I laid on my belly, wings too small to fly, glistening in the light, drooped to the sides. I hardly knew where to look first. The warm-glowing sand beneath me, the ragged stone walls with certain areas providing light.
Having accepted that old wall to be the extent of the world, with neither a thought nor a dream of what lay beyond, I was overwhelmed at the sudden revelation that there existed a much larger world. I looked down, confirming with the sight of the fragments of my old world that I had indeed broken out.
I found four others like me resting on the sand nearby. Two of the others lay together while the other two were busy munching on the old walls of their own worlds.
Then, I heard the voice again — the same as I had heard from within my old world. I still could understand not what the voice was saying. Except for the last word: “Varthikes.” It was my name.
From my clutchmates I raised my eyes to see two much larger versions of the others. The voice spoke again as they looked down at me through glowing, golden eyes. And, from those eyes poured forth the same soft feelings of comfort and affection as had I felt from within my world.
I chirped in reply, and sent back my love and security. Just as I had recognized my name, I knew these two were my virsem — my “parents.”
As a second voice spoke, an ache in my belly cried for attention. I was hungry, and I was now cut off from the continual nourishment I had received from within my world. I found on the nesting sand the fragments of the wall of my old world. I pounced on them and devoured them. I used my small teeth for the first time to break the larger fragments into manageable pieces, moving my flexible tongue to transfer the pieces to my throat, which stimulated the muscles there to greedily send the pieces down to my begging stomach.
Soon, all the sizable fragments were gone, and I was exhausted now from the efforts and excitement of breaking out of my old world. I gathered myself with my four clutchmates. Resting my head on my forearms, I closed my eyes and slept for the first time in this new world.
I would, in the cycles to follow my hatching, discover just how much bigger was this new world than the old. So much bigger with so many others like me. I would learn also of the abundance of life that shared this world. A wall of its own I would discover this world to have. And, like the one that had enveloped my old world, this wall would also one sunrise — one day — be breached.

篇二:爱情故事短篇

关于蜜蜂的爱情故事
两只小蜜蜂,一只因为原因被抓回了瓶子
另外一只小蜜蜂不顾一切去把她救了出来.
是个短篇的小爱情故事
听名字会不知道它是什么
但是我忘记了名字,希望有人能帮我记得?
会十分感谢的

《小蜜蜂的故事》
在很久以前的蜜蜂王国里有一只小蜜蜂,它每天辛勤的工作着.一天早上小蜜蜂像往常一样出去踩蜜,它飞到一个花园里,花园里有很多的花每一朵都很漂亮很香.小蜜蜂正想着要从那一朵开始时,它突然发现在万花丛中有一朵小小的花苞.她在花丛显的那么的渺小,又普通在角落里发出淡淡的清香.小蜜蜂被她平凡而坚强的美丽深深吸引着,虽然她还没有开放,小蜜蜂发誓要一直守护着她.于是小蜜蜂静静的守在花苞的旁边,细心的呵护着她.
一天一只蝴蝶路过看见小蜜蜂傻傻的守在花苞的旁边,蝴蝶好奇的问：“小蜜蜂,你在干吗呢?”小蜜蜂说：“我在等她呢!”蝴蝶笑道：“你在一个大花园里,你的旁边有那么多美丽的花干吗要在这里傻傻的等,而且她看起来很普通呀!”小蜜蜂没有回答静静的守在花苞的旁边,“疯子,你这样子未必等得到她开放秋天要结束了冬天快来了,我要多踩点花然后飞往温暖的南方你就在这傻等吧!”蝴蝶说完就飞走了.
天开始冷起来了,小蜜蜂依旧静静的守在花苞的旁边紧紧的依偎着花苞.终于,在冬天一个早上花苞绽放了,她是那么的清新淡雅沁人心脾.可惜小蜜蜂永远也看不到了,在昨天那个寒冷的夜晚他已经静静的闭上了双眼.而这时的花已经不记得还有这么一只小蜜蜂花甚至都没有注意到脚下这只小蜜蜂,冰冷的风肆掠的刮着小蜜蜂的躯体.
是这首吗?
我也不太清楚呢!嘿嘿.

篇三:爱情故事短篇

帮忙给一个英国的经典爱情故事,英语短文,400字以内,100分!
可以是英国某名人的爱情故事,也可以是英国的某部名着(不要太出名,太出名大家都知道,用英语写出来,6月19日前给出答案,先给出50分,最佳答案另加50分!

In the narrative of Livy,who was a man of fine imagination,
these stories retain much of their genuine character.Nor could
even the tasteless Dionysius distort and mutilate them into mere
prose.The poetry shines,in spite of him,through the dreary
pedantry of his eleven books.It is discernible in the most
tedious and in the most superficial modern works on the early
times of Rome.It enlivens the dulness of the Universal History,
and gives a charm to the most meagre abridgements of Goldsmith.【爱情故事短篇】

篇四:爱情故事短篇

国王的爱情故事 中英对照
我想要一个《国王的爱情故事》.是中英对照的,一行中文一行英文,是要很正确的,其中有一两句是比较好的句子,或者是告诉我们怎样的道理之类的.
最好是10号前

中英文的原文只有到书店去买.
我昨天刚读完一本书(英文短篇小说中英文对照)——《一个国王的爱情故事》The Love of a King.这真的是一本很好的书,原因之一是因为这个故事写的真的很感人,几次我的眼泪都想出来玩玩,但是我忍住了,可是到最后我的脸颊上还是留下了两道泪痕；原因之二就是因为这本书我百分之八、九十都可以看懂（英文,因为比较简单吧!）.
故事描述了国王爱德华八世（温莎公爵）和沃利斯`辛普森夫人（温莎公爵夫人）的一段特别的爱情故事.国王虽然永远不会是独自一人但他总是感到孤独,每时每刻总会有人注视他——有时是他的保镖,有时是街上成千的民众.他永远不会独自一人；每个人都认识他的面孔,他做事必须检点,因为他的所作所为是无法保密的.他说话得谨慎,因为他说话总有人在听.因为他每时每刻都是国王.他的压力很大也很孤独,甚至是从小开始,从未和其他的孩子一起玩过,他也没有朋友.他住在英国最漂亮的房子里——（白金汉宫）,却总感到寂寞、悲伤.在他年轻的时候想要的东西都能得到.“但我并不快乐,因为我的内心里是空虚的.”直到国王遇见了沃利斯一切都变了.他为了她放弃了一切,甚至放弃了自己的王位!
“生活中最好的事情是无偿的”这句话让我感触很深,因为幸福和爱情都是买不到的.
“内心深处的幸福是世界上最美妙的.”To be happy deep inside your heart is the most wonderful thing in the world!
Long live love!爱情万岁!

篇五:爱情故事短篇

短篇散文谁有
100-200字

《花拆》 张晓风 散文
花蕾是蛹,是一种未经展示未经破坏的浓缩的美.花蕾是正月的灯谜,未猜中前可以有一千个谜底.花蕾是胎儿,似乎浑淹无知,却有时喜欢用强烈的胎动来证实自己.
花的美在于它的无中生有,在于它的穷通变化.有时,一夜之间,花拆了,有时,半个上午,花胖了,花的美不全在色、香,在于那份不可思议.我喜欢慎重其事地坐着昙花开放,其实昙花并不是太好看的一种花,它的美在于它的仙人掌的身世的给人的沙漠联想,以及它猝然而逝所带给人的悼念,但昙花的拆放却是一种扎实的美,像一则爱情故事,而不在结局.有一种月黄色的大昙花,叫“一夜皇后”的,每颤开一分,便震出轰然一声,像绣花绷子拉紧后绣针刺入的声音,所有细致的蕊丝,顿时也就跟着一震,那景象常令人不敢久视——看久了不由得要相信花精花魄的说法.
我常在花开满前离去,花拆一停止,死亡就开始.
有一天,当我年老,无法看花拆,则我愿以一堆小小的春桑枕为收报机,听百草千花所打的电讯,知道每一夜花拆的音乐.【爱情故事短篇】

篇六:爱情故事短篇

精彩作文片段?每个200字

优秀开头和结尾开头 1 走完长满了青苔的石板路,跨过一丛歪歪斜斜的篱笆,推开那扇吱呀作响的板门,有一扇窗镶嵌在古老的青砖砌成的墙上,窗纸早已荡然无存,只剩下横横竖竖的窗格,糸满了长长短短的红丝绳,红丝绳在风中无助地摇曳,像是谁在哀怨地诉说,又像是吹不散的淡淡哀愁 特点叠字,比喻排比给出了将要叙述的故事的发生环境,并埋下悬念,吸引读者.适合有情节的语言比较优美的散文.2 第一次见到这本书是在几年前,那时候正在上高中,年少轻狂不识人间愁苦为何物,草草翻过几页,也许是青春期的判逆吧,那时的我对那些被大肆吹捧的东西不屑一顾,因而虽然躲过许多糟粕的烦人苦,也与许多精华失之交臂,再加上这样一部深沉的作品,自然十分含蓄蕴藉,情节的设置上也没有武侠小说或短篇小说那样紧张而迂回,抱着这些偏见,失去了深读的机会,再一次读它是在一年冬天,窗外静静地飘着雪花,远方有一缕若隐若无的琴声,像在讲述一个缠绵悱恻的故事,我独坐窗前,与书中的人物默默的交流着心语,为他们的欢乐而欢笑.
为他们的痛苦而悲伤,大雁早已了无踪影,窗前黄叶被白雪掩埋,这时的我已稍稍懂得一点欣赏文字之美,在慢慢咀嚼那些如泣如诉的语言中,在静静地感受那些细腻悠长的笔调时,眼产前时时会出现几个鲜活丰满,栩栩如生的人物,但在那时我依然把它看作是一部动人的情感小说,只是写得是少数民族而已,而今重读掩卷沉思窗外秋高气爽.
风在远方呼啸,但在这里只有平静的呼吸与心跳,才明白在这荡气回肠的故事之后,作者想让我们知道的,绝不仅仅是一部催人泪下的悲剧,她更想让我们明白一些人生的道理,譬如得与失,爱与恨生与死而所有的这些,都如同一道道坚实的门,隔开了两个完全不同的世界,在你的世界中体会不到我心的冰冷.
在我的世界中无法触摸你笑的灿烂,然然而我们却近在咫尺,咫尺如天涯,特点文字优美,有哲理让人不知不觉融入其中 适合读后感,观后感感想等等.稍加修改后即为一篇优美的文章.3 往事可以怀念,但不应该再悲伤,SUNNY曾这样对我说过,她还说我们都生活在轮回中,所有未完成的故事.
可以来世再续,她还说午夜的星空很美,星空下是另一个世界,是一个比白天更加喧嚣的世界,她还说也许一切都是前生注定的吧,忘记的和没有忘记的,我静静地回忆着,仿佛SUNNY在我耳边低语,一些强烈的光线猛地穿越层层夜幕,直奔另一个未知的空间,我静静地回忆.
毫不停息往事奔腾咆哮,时而却又沉默无声,黑暗真是一个神奇的东西,可以让你回到多年以前,我静静地回忆着,SUNNY她的笑她的泪她的一切我们的一切,特点用人物的语言开头,比较自然不做作.但是其中人物描述要丰满一点即职.合适回忆录,爱情故事随想等.结尾(与上述三个开头相对应) 1 岁月无情,我想时间终会慢慢蚀去一个人的记忆,淡去一个人的思念.
抚去一个人的伤痕,也许红窗在生命的最后,早已忘却了丈夫的模样,甚至也已忘却了她恪守一 生的初衷,但是我相信,她平凡而短暂的一生,并不是为着追求繁华或优厚的物质享受,更不是为着留下什么让人赞颂的名声,她只是向往和平宁静的生活.
只是向往平平常常却最真挚的爱情罢了,我更相信红窗已不仅仅是一个人的名字,更不仅仅是一扇窗的名字了,它是一份顽强与执着的象征,是一个平凡的乡间女子对于爱情的坚贞信仰,红丝绳也不仅仅是红丝绳,那是她用自己质朴的心,将长长的思念抽成的丝,织成的网没有惊天动地,没有海誓山盟,她甚至没有说过天长地久,也没有看到过天地合,乃敢与君绝的悲壮,只有真实的等待与久久的守候,正是如此才使得这扇古老的窗,成了一座丰碑,在爱情变得功利变得物欲的社会中.
屹然不倒当秋风无情的掠过,如果子孱弱的爱情在冷风中瑟瑟发抖,就来看看红窗,听听它幽幽的低吟与哀诉,嗅嗅它原始的质朴的气息,看看红丝绳如何在风中摇曳那是红窗的灵魂,2 然而它向我们展示的却是真实的世界,真实的生活,它向我们讲述的那些关于爱恨,关于生死关于得失关于存在与消亡的东西,都是真实的道理,我们哭了但不是为了几个虚构的人物的悲欢离合,眼泪是为生命中的一道门而流的,就是那一道门,隔开了两个世界,尽管它们都是真实的,3 岁月流失.
总有一些东西不会改变,譬如四季轮回,我们大概也在轮回之中吧,佛说修五百年只能同舟,修一千年才能共枕,也许是我们前生,修的还不够吧,那么我们只好在轮回中完成我们的爱情,然而有些事情注定不能改变也不能忘却,然而现在我只能痛苦地回忆,长长地思念,深深地谴责自己的愚笨,我也只能在某个寂寞的午夜,用一些无奈而伤感的文字,来祭奠那一段往事

篇七:爱情故事短篇

想让自己的文章有文采

不要看长篇小说,看些爱情的短篇,像是杂志上面感人却酸涩的爱情故事,这种的故事虽然内容无聊,却可以把内心的情感,那种非常虚无且难以捉摸的东西描写出来,展现的淋漓尽致,是学习提高文采的好办法.推荐微酸袅袅的作品,很多话很经典.多记些形容词,英语也是靠形容词出彩的,汉语是一样的.既然是提高文采,就不需要看繁腐的世界文学,因为这样的东西,我也看过很多,大多是立意,文章的结构很不错,看起来枯燥乏味,形容描述的词汇有些也已经过时了.写日记,这个是必不可少的,无论是写在你的blog或者精致的本子上,只记录自己的心情和感想,这些抽象的东西是最难描述表达的,这样提高的很快.

篇八:爱情故事短篇

下列下面对文学常识的表述，有错误的一项是

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A．“传奇”是我国古代一种文学体裁。唐传奇是中国古代小说发展的一个高峰，代表作有李朝威的《柳毅传》等；明清传奇则是戏剧，代表作有汤显祖的《牡丹亭》等。 B．元代戏剧家王实甫在《西厢记》中为我们塑造了一个不重门第重爱情的富家小姐崔莺莺的形象；清代剧作家孔尚任的代表作是《桃花扇》，借侯方域与李香君的爱情故事写南明王朝兴亡的历史，可说是“借离合之情，写兴亡之感”。 C．曹禺和老舍都是我国现代着名的剧作家，他们的代表作分别是话剧《雷雨》和《茶馆》。老舍还是一位小说家，他的代表作是《骆驼祥子》《四世同堂》等。 D．欧美三大短篇小说家是法国的莫泊桑、俄国的契诃夫、美国的欧·亨利。他们的短篇小说代表作分别是《羊脂球》《樱桃园》《警察与赞美诗》

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篇九:爱情故事短篇

鲁迅《伤逝》300字概括

《伤逝》是鲁迅先生的一部短篇小说,也可以说是唯一一部以爱情为主题的小说.它所讲述的是两个觉醒的知识分子涓生和子君的爱情故事.作为鲁迅的唯一爱情小说,却以涓生和子君他们爱情的破裂为结局,可以说是一个悲剧,但它的悲剧原因又是什么呢?我想,大概有以下的几方面首先,他们生活在那“万难破坏的铁屋子里”,整个社会的沉滞、腐朽不可能不毁灭这个爱情的绿洲.
封建礼教是一个吃人的社会,爱情,当然也不例外.涓生和子君只是希望获得婚姻自主和爱情上的自由,可以说,是这个世界上一个小小的愿望,但那些“仁义道德”却容不下他们的叛逆!他们需要的是奴隶!一个“忠诚”的奴隶!在那些“德高望重”的封建卫道士和“铁屋子”里面的“沉睡者”们,他们都不允许他们的“屋子”里出现叛逆者!

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