1、 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 小王子 基督山伯爵有必要的 哈利波特全集 鲁滨逊漂流记同上/指环王葛朗台/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，
2、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
3、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 writte
4、n, 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 dar
5、k 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 wi
6、ll 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
7、 break.Here indeed is the true lover,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
8、 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 f
9、loor, 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
10、in the air.Why, indeed? said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. 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, laughe
11、d outright. But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Students 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 a
12、cross 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
13、 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.My roses are yellow,as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who
14、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 Students window, and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath t
15、he Students window.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
16、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,
17、you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heartsblood. 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
18、pay for a red rose,and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun inhis 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.
19、 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, w
20、here she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.Be happy,be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own hearts-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Phil
21、osophy, 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 Nig
22、htingale 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
23、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 t
24、o 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 no
25、tes 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-t
26、ree, 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
27、 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.
28、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 bef
29、ore 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 roses heart remained white, for only a Nightingales hearts-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 sever
