世界著名微型小說推薦

1. 經典名著小說推薦急！

我看過並且認為對人有所啟示的名著： 1簡愛 2傲慢與偏見 3曼斯菲爾德庄園 4小婦人 5基督山伯爵 6巴黎聖母院 7茶花女 8苔絲 9飄 10變色龍 11羊脂球 12麥琪的禮物 13悲慘世界 14老人與海 15十日談 16卡門 17一生 18名人傳 19百年孤獨 20艾瑪 21老古玩店 22理智與情感 23戰爭與和平 24安娜-卡列尼娜 25霧都孤兒 26伊豆的舞女 27雪國 28千隻鶴 29源氏物語 30我的叔叔於勒 31福爾摩斯探案全集 32覺醒 33天方夜譚 34紅與黑 35湯姆叔叔的小屋 36卡拉馬佐夫兄弟 37蝴蝶夢 38哈姆雷特 39羅密歐與朱麗葉 40克萊芙夫人 41瑪儂-格列伊 42靜靜的頓河 43復活 44上尉的女兒 45懺悔錄 46大衛-科波菲爾 47嘉麗妹妹 48名利場 49堂吉訶德 50湯姆索亞歷險記 51神曲 52少年維特之煩惱 53浮士德 52好兵帥克歷險記 53魯賓遜漂流記 54呼嘯山莊 55高老頭 56歐也妮-葛朗台 57笑面人 58茵夢湖 59愛麗絲漫遊奇境記 60古希臘羅馬神話 61遠大前程 62三個陌生人 63牧羊人所見 64一時沖動 65一個國王的愛情故事 66威廉-莎士比亞 67蘇格蘭女王瑪麗。 我看的名著有限，所以列舉的書不多，僅做參考。

2. 世界經典微型小說

歐亨利的

3. 世界著名的微型小說有哪些他們的名著是什麼

法國 莫泊桑 《羊脂球》《項鏈》美國 歐亨利 《麥琪的禮物》俄國 契訶夫 《第六病室》《套中人》

4. 世界著名短篇小說

THE GIFT OF THE
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

5. 世界著名的微型小說有哪些他們的名著是什麼拜託各位了 3Q

法國 莫泊桑 《羊脂球》《項鏈》 美國 歐亨利 《麥琪的禮物》 俄國 契訶夫 《第六病室》《套中人》

6. 國外微型小說（小小說）

誰說鱷魚不流淚
1

他們說我是不哭的，眼淚也是虛假的。我是南美洲叢林中這片流域的霸主，一條足夠強大的鱷魚，我為什麼要哭呢？

2

我經常在暗夜醒來，從同一個夢魘中驚醒。在夢里，我是孱弱的，雙眼乏力無神，四肢不能活動自如。我剛出生不久，跟著母親，慢慢遊走在濕地的邊緣。是一個早晨，我清楚的記得，溪水在陽光的照耀下閃閃發亮，涼軟地沖刷過我的身體。四周靜謐祥和，我有些陶醉。

我是媽媽最小的孩子，她給我食物，帶我遊玩，但是她從不微笑，偶爾眼裡會有溫柔的光溢出，那樣使得她的眼睛很美，但溫柔是一閃而過的。她說，在這個世界上，有一個詞語叫弱肉強食，有一種定律叫適者生存。

所以不能當一個弱者。

3

那個早晨我們遭到攻擊，在溪流轉彎的地方，母親叫我向前走。她嚴厲地命令我，很突然的。我聽話，向前。鵝卵石劃過我的肚皮，有些疼痛。我不想走，停下來，回頭看母親。這時候我發現她在轉身，撤退。我不明白，連忙掉轉身體，想去追趕她。

突然，我被攔腰叼起。有鋒利的牙，刺進我尚未堅硬的皮。我掙扎著，用尾巴拍打水面。母親回頭看我，眼裡滿是決絕。我突然想起她說過的一句話，在我們鱷魚家族裡，為了自己的生命，自己的孩子都可以放棄。

我的眼淚洶涌而出。母親……母親……

4

這片叢林的又一強者是美洲豹。他們姿態優雅，牙齒鋒利，經常在清晨覓食。有時候一條小鱷，就是他們美味的早餐。

捕獲我的，是一隻母豹。我不害怕，從母親回頭走掉的那一刻開始，我就不再害怕了。當母豹把我扔到她的孩子面前時，我居然有點喜歡她了。我的母親也給我食物，但她從沒有這樣溫情過。

她舔她的孩子，叫他吃早飯，語氣溫柔。然後他們一起走向我。是一隻幼年的公豹，額頭上有奇特的花紋，像八隻角的太陽。他走近我，看我。我心裡想，你吃吧，你多幸福，有愛你的母親，我什麼都沒有，寧願死掉。

他看看我，突然回頭問他母親：她這么小，她的媽媽呢？然後很突然地，把我扔回了水裡。他依偎在母親身旁，看我漂走。

5

我沒有回到母親身邊，漂泊到另一個流域。我迅速地成長，自己捕獲食物，保護自己。只是我會經常做夢，夢里全是母親拋棄我的那個早晨。夢的開始總是比較美，然後畫面更迭，悲傷重重。醒來的時候我問自己，為什麼你會是鱷魚？

我終於成年，皮質夠堅硬，眼神夠剛毅，心腸夠狠毒。我成了這個流域的霸主。我也有自己的孩子，我努力做一個好母親。我疼愛他們，保護他們，我想危險到來的時候，我不會為了保全自己而放棄他們。

叢林里傳說，鱷魚家族裡有一個好母親。我的孩子們，都為此驕傲。

6

有天夜裡我在噩夢中驚醒，發現火紅的光。我叫醒孩子，帶他們離開。是的，這里就要被毀滅。我早聽說，20公里外的叢林成了灰燼，而200公里外的叢林種了玉米。

我們走了很久，回到了我曾經生活過的地方。在這里也快沒有食物了，很多動物都跑到更深的叢林去了。有兩天，我們沒有發現任何活的動物。

一個清晨，我帶著最小的孩子出去覓食。很不幸的，他被一隻美洲豹捕獲，就在我的眼前。我快步沖了上去，我要救回我的孩子。

我沖上去，想用尾巴掃那隻豹時，突然看到了他額頭上的八角太陽。他那樣瘦弱，肚皮凹進去，已經很久沒有進食。我想如果再沒有食物，他就會死去。而我，有那麼多孩子。沒有他，就沒有我們。

我猶豫了很久，終於轉身離去。到了拐角處我回頭，我看不清眼前的所有，因為我的眼裡，滿是淚水。
第一次看，好感人！

7. 求推薦經典微型小說

微型小說篇幅短小 所以我直接打出來了見諒 望採納
1、近年來中國最精彩的寫實小說，全文八個字:

此地 錢多 人傻 速來

據說是發自杭州市寶石山下一出租房的匯款單上的簡短附言，是該按摩女給家鄉妹妹匯款時隨手塗鴉的，令無數專業作家汗顏！

2、最短的幽默小說 《夜》

男：疼么？

女：恩！

男：算了？

女：別！

3、一次短篇小說大賽規定作品要涉及政治，宗教、性以及懸念。

結果得金獎的小說是這樣的：上帝啊，女王懷孕了，誰乾的？

4、世界最短科幻小說：

最後一個地球人坐在家裡，突然響起了敲門聲。

5、世界最短恐怖小說：

驚醒，身邊躺著自己的屍體。

6、世界最短黑幫小說：

穿上馬甲，別讓人認出來。

7、世界最短童話：

癩蛤蟆娶到天鵝嘍！

8、世界最短寓言：

螞蟻累死了，蟻後還那麼胖。

9、日本BT小說

（日本）女：哥，你比爸強多了

男：媽也這么說

10、據說這篇小說表現了女性意識覺醒：

男：請你吃飯

女：改日吧

11、反貪反腐小說

領導告訴男部下：要提前（錢）申請

領導告訴女部下：日後再說

12、愛情暴力小說：

題目《別每天糾纏著我要我負責任把孩子生下來然後結婚讓你變成你老媽那樣的女人》

正文：「啪。」

13、最強最短的武俠小說(定稿完全版)

小說要求:

1、要同時涉及3大門派

2、要包含江湖門派間多年恩怨情仇,又要打破世俗倫理。

3、同時情節還要扣人心懸,大有血雨腥風呼之欲來。令人極為期待該小說之續集,同時留下n多懸念。

4、越短越好

第2天,有人來投稿,全文只有十個字:

禿驢,竟敢跟貧道搶師太 !

編輯復語:恩怨情仇,血雨腥風確有,且短小精悍,n多懸念,但俠骨有餘,柔情不足。雖江湖兒女,但也有柔情萬種。

第3天,修改稿:

師太,你就放棄禿驢從了貧道吧!

編輯又語:江湖兒女,柔情盡顯,纏綿悱惻。但仍拘泥世俗倫理。

第4天,第三稿:

師太,你竟敢跟貧道搶禿驢!

編輯三思,語:打破世俗倫理之作,血雨腥風也呼之欲來,扣人心弦,懸念n多,但總是少點什麼 .

。。。

第5天,終結稿:

和尚:"師太,你從了和尚吧!"

道長:"禿驢,竟敢跟貧道搶師太!"

師太:"和尚、道長你們一起上吧,我趕時間。

8. 請推薦一些你認為最好的小小說/微型小說

《忘卻是最好的生存》

「叫我嵐嵐。」姑娘讓劉豐這么稱呼她。

「你喝點什麼？」

「來聽可樂吧，我喜歡它的顏色，與眾不同的顏色。」

劉豐打開冰箱，拿出一聽可樂，遞給深陷在沙發里的嵐嵐，自己拿了一聽啤酒。

「我喜歡與眾不同，我指與別人生活得不一樣，像你這樣出賣肉體的生活方式，與一般的女孩有天壤之別。」

「聽你的話好像我是自願選擇這種生活的，你為什麼不認為我是被迫的呢？比如說因為生活所迫，或是被流氓團伙所逼？」

「直覺告訴我你不是，你眼裡滿是興奮之色。淘金者發現金子時，眼裡流露出就像你這樣的光。」

「那作為你呢？是不是也和一般男人不一樣呀？不過，男人一慣比女人墮落。算了，我討厭比較，比來比去有什麼意思。」

「倒也是，當明白成熟是怎麼回事的時候，比較就是不成熟的表現，原諒我用『成熟』這詞，現在的人們彷彿不喜歡它，給人的是恰恰相反的『夾生飯』的感覺。小時候，我可愛跟人比了，沒個高低之分決不罷休。」劉豐自嘲地笑了笑。

嵐嵐優雅地指了指牆上劉豐的結婚照，岔開了話題：「我們就在這里作愛嗎？在你們夫妻結婚照下面雙人床上？看上去你妻子很可愛。」

劉豐和妻子穿著結婚禮服，相擁著站在照片里，臉上都流露出抑制不住的幸福和愛意。

「照片上的眼睛是看不見的。」

「男人總擅長欺騙自己。可我看得見，她會讓我不安的，我是說她會破壞我的情緒。你把它摘下吧。」

「想不到你有這么多顧忌，甚至還良心發現。好吧，就按你說的做，不能讓她影響我們。」劉豐並沒有把照片摘下來，而是找了一件外套蒙在上面，他妻子那雙美麗的大眼睛隨著消失了。

「我很愛我的妻子，她是我大學同學。」

「跟一個即將同床共枕的女人說這樣話，真滑稽。如果我沒猜錯的話，你是不是被她拋棄了？」

「不，我們彼此相愛，這幾天她到南方出差去了。我和她小學畢業時就有了好感。我們都是初戀。直到現在，我還沒有碰過其他女人。」

「那你為什麼要拿我破戒呢？趁她出差把這套房子獨自留給你的時候。」

劉豐回到了兩個月前一個深夜，他從夢中驚醒過來，做的什麼夢已經記不清了。妻子躺在身邊平靜地睡著，呼吸均勻緩慢。像今晚這樣，明月當空，月光漫過窗戶灑在妻子嬌美的臉上，劉豐被妻子的美麗驚呆了。就在此時，劉豐腦子里突然閃過一個疑問，像是被什麼力量硬塞進腦子里一般：為什麼是她而不是別的女人躺在自己的身旁，如此牢固地陪伴著他？

這個疑問一經產生，便強烈地折磨著劉豐，以至於再也無法入睡。

是愛情這個最偉大的答案？如果是的話，那麼和其他女人會不會有愛情？自己和妻子的愛情是註定唯一的嗎？它能不能阻止自己和其他女人的愛情？

是命運？那個如來佛的手掌所決定的？如果是的話，命運什麼時候以什麼方式顯示過它不可逆轉的安排的呢？

那麼為什麼疑問這個時候才出現？為什麼不是在初次看見她時，那觸電般的感受瞬間冒出來？為什麼非要與她戀愛？……

所有的疑問在劉豐的腦中飛來盪去，當太陽最終代替月亮的時候，疑問凝聚成了一個頑強的信念：必須讓一個女人替代她一夜，這樣，問題才會有答案。

「是的，一種頑強的信念使我把你——一個素不相識的女人領到這個房子里來。」

「所以，你就趁著她出差的時候找到了我，想不到你是第一次作嫖客。」

從嵐嵐進門坐在沙發上的一瞬間起，他心中原有強烈的對愛情背叛的自責就煙消雲散了。嵐嵐坐在沙發上的位置，正是平時妻子坐的地方。要是在平時，妻子下班回來，坐在那裡，劉豐會走過去坐在她的身旁，撫摩著她的肩，好好親熱一番。可嵐嵐坐在那裡，劉豐卻一點兒沒有愛撫她的慾望。情感忠實的妻子形象，在不知不覺中像章魚一樣牢牢地控制著劉豐的情感，而他以前卻是那樣漫不經心、一無所知。

「現在，即使你睡在我妻子的地方，床的左邊，她總是睡在左邊，我也不會和你作愛的，我不是嫖客。」