世界著名微型小说推荐

1. 经典名著小说推荐急！

我看过并且认为对人有所启示的名著： 1简爱 2傲慢与偏见 3曼斯菲尔德庄园 4小妇人 5基督山伯爵 6巴黎圣母院 7茶花女 8苔丝 9飘 10变色龙 11羊脂球 12麦琪的礼物 13悲惨世界 14老人与海 15十日谈 16卡门 17一生 18名人传 19百年孤独 20艾玛 21老古玩店 22理智与情感 23战争与和平 24安娜-卡列尼娜 25雾都孤儿 26伊豆的舞女 27雪国 28千只鹤 29源氏物语 30我的叔叔于勒 31福尔摩斯探案全集 32觉醒 33天方夜谭 34红与黑 35汤姆叔叔的小屋 36卡拉马佐夫兄弟 37蝴蝶梦 38哈姆雷特 39罗密欧与朱丽叶 40克莱芙夫人 41玛侬-格列伊 42静静的顿河 43复活 44上尉的女儿 45忏悔录 46大卫-科波菲尔 47嘉丽妹妹 48名利场 49堂吉诃德 50汤姆索亚历险记 51神曲 52少年维特之烦恼 53浮士德 52好兵帅克历险记 53鲁宾逊漂流记 54呼啸山庄 55高老头 56欧也妮-葛朗台 57笑面人 58茵梦湖 59爱丽丝漫游奇境记 60古希腊罗马神话 61远大前程 62三个陌生人 63牧羊人所见 64一时冲动 65一个国王的爱情故事 66威廉-莎士比亚 67苏格兰女王玛丽。 我看的名著有限，所以列举的书不多，仅做参考。

2. 世界经典微型小说

欧亨利的

3. 世界著名的微型小说有哪些他们的名著是什么

法国 莫泊桑 《羊脂球》《项链》美国 欧亨利 《麦琪的礼物》俄国 契诃夫 《第六病室》《套中人》

4. 世界著名短篇小说

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. 世界著名的微型小说有哪些他们的名著是什么拜托各位了 3Q

法国 莫泊桑 《羊脂球》《项链》 美国 欧亨利 《麦琪的礼物》 俄国 契诃夫 《第六病室》《套中人》

6. 国外微型小说（小小说）

谁说鳄鱼不流泪
1

他们说我是不哭的，眼泪也是虚假的。我是南美洲丛林中这片流域的霸主，一条足够强大的鳄鱼，我为什么要哭呢？

2

我经常在暗夜醒来，从同一个梦魇中惊醒。在梦里，我是孱弱的，双眼乏力无神，四肢不能活动自如。我刚出生不久，跟着母亲，慢慢游走在湿地的边缘。是一个早晨，我清楚的记得，溪水在阳光的照耀下闪闪发亮，凉软地冲刷过我的身体。四周静谧祥和，我有些陶醉。

我是妈妈最小的孩子，她给我食物，带我游玩，但是她从不微笑，偶尔眼里会有温柔的光溢出，那样使得她的眼睛很美，但温柔是一闪而过的。她说，在这个世界上，有一个词语叫弱肉强食，有一种定律叫适者生存。

所以不能当一个弱者。

3

那个早晨我们遭到攻击，在溪流转弯的地方，母亲叫我向前走。她严厉地命令我，很突然的。我听话，向前。鹅卵石划过我的肚皮，有些疼痛。我不想走，停下来，回头看母亲。这时候我发现她在转身，撤退。我不明白，连忙掉转身体，想去追赶她。

突然，我被拦腰叼起。有锋利的牙，刺进我尚未坚硬的皮。我挣扎着，用尾巴拍打水面。母亲回头看我，眼里满是决绝。我突然想起她说过的一句话，在我们鳄鱼家族里，为了自己的生命，自己的孩子都可以放弃。

我的眼泪汹涌而出。母亲……母亲……

4

这片丛林的又一强者是美洲豹。他们姿态优雅，牙齿锋利，经常在清晨觅食。有时候一条小鳄，就是他们美味的早餐。

捕获我的，是一只母豹。我不害怕，从母亲回头走掉的那一刻开始，我就不再害怕了。当母豹把我扔到她的孩子面前时，我居然有点喜欢她了。我的母亲也给我食物，但她从没有这样温情过。

她舔她的孩子，叫他吃早饭，语气温柔。然后他们一起走向我。是一只幼年的公豹，额头上有奇特的花纹，像八只角的太阳。他走近我，看我。我心里想，你吃吧，你多幸福，有爱你的母亲，我什么都没有，宁愿死掉。

他看看我，突然回头问他母亲：她这么小，她的妈妈呢？然后很突然地，把我扔回了水里。他依偎在母亲身旁，看我漂走。

5

我没有回到母亲身边，漂泊到另一个流域。我迅速地成长，自己捕获食物，保护自己。只是我会经常做梦，梦里全是母亲抛弃我的那个早晨。梦的开始总是比较美，然后画面更迭，悲伤重重。醒来的时候我问自己，为什么你会是鳄鱼？

我终于成年，皮质够坚硬，眼神够刚毅，心肠够狠毒。我成了这个流域的霸主。我也有自己的孩子，我努力做一个好母亲。我疼爱他们，保护他们，我想危险到来的时候，我不会为了保全自己而放弃他们。

丛林里传说，鳄鱼家族里有一个好母亲。我的孩子们，都为此骄傲。

6

有天夜里我在噩梦中惊醒，发现火红的光。我叫醒孩子，带他们离开。是的，这里就要被毁灭。我早听说，20公里外的丛林成了灰烬，而200公里外的丛林种了玉米。

我们走了很久，回到了我曾经生活过的地方。在这里也快没有食物了，很多动物都跑到更深的丛林去了。有两天，我们没有发现任何活的动物。

一个清晨，我带着最小的孩子出去觅食。很不幸的，他被一只美洲豹捕获，就在我的眼前。我快步冲了上去，我要救回我的孩子。

我冲上去，想用尾巴扫那只豹时，突然看到了他额头上的八角太阳。他那样瘦弱，肚皮凹进去，已经很久没有进食。我想如果再没有食物，他就会死去。而我，有那么多孩子。没有他，就没有我们。

我犹豫了很久，终于转身离去。到了拐角处我回头，我看不清眼前的所有，因为我的眼里，满是泪水。
第一次看，好感人！

7. 求推荐经典微型小说

微型小说篇幅短小 所以我直接打出来了见谅 望采纳
1、近年来中国最精彩的写实小说，全文八个字:

此地 钱多 人傻 速来

据说是发自杭州市宝石山下一出租房的汇款单上的简短附言，是该按摩女给家乡妹妹汇款时随手涂鸦的，令无数专业作家汗颜！

2、最短的幽默小说 《夜》

男：疼么？

女：恩！

男：算了？

女：别！

3、一次短篇小说大赛规定作品要涉及政治，宗教、性以及悬念。

结果得金奖的小说是这样的：上帝啊，女王怀孕了，谁干的？

4、世界最短科幻小说：

最后一个地球人坐在家里，突然响起了敲门声。

5、世界最短恐怖小说：

惊醒，身边躺着自己的尸体。

6、世界最短黑帮小说：

穿上马甲，别让人认出来。

7、世界最短童话：

癞蛤蟆娶到天鹅喽！

8、世界最短寓言：

蚂蚁累死了，蚁后还那么胖。

9、日本BT小说

（日本）女：哥，你比爸强多了

男：妈也这么说

10、据说这篇小说表现了女性意识觉醒：

男：请你吃饭

女：改日吧

11、反贪反腐小说

领导告诉男部下：要提前（钱）申请

领导告诉女部下：日后再说

12、爱情暴力小说：

题目《别每天纠缠着我要我负责任把孩子生下来然后结婚让你变成你老妈那样的女人》

正文：“啪。”

13、最强最短的武侠小说(定稿完全版)

小说要求:

1、要同时涉及3大门派

2、要包含江湖门派间多年恩怨情仇,又要打破世俗伦理。

3、同时情节还要扣人心悬,大有血雨腥风呼之欲来。令人极为期待该小说之续集,同时留下n多悬念。

4、越短越好

第2天,有人来投稿,全文只有十个字:

秃驴,竟敢跟贫道抢师太 !

编辑复语:恩怨情仇,血雨腥风确有,且短小精悍,n多悬念,但侠骨有余,柔情不足。虽江湖儿女,但也有柔情万种。

第3天,修改稿:

师太,你就放弃秃驴从了贫道吧!

编辑又语:江湖儿女,柔情尽显,缠绵悱恻。但仍拘泥世俗伦理。

第4天,第三稿:

师太,你竟敢跟贫道抢秃驴!

编辑三思,语:打破世俗伦理之作,血雨腥风也呼之欲来,扣人心弦,悬念n多,但总是少点什么 .

。。。

第5天,终结稿:

和尚:"师太,你从了和尚吧!"

道长:"秃驴,竟敢跟贫道抢师太!"

师太:"和尚、道长你们一起上吧,我赶时间。

8. 请推荐一些你认为最好的小小说/微型小说

《忘却是最好的生存》

“叫我岚岚。”姑娘让刘丰这么称呼她。

“你喝点什么？”

“来听可乐吧，我喜欢它的颜色，与众不同的颜色。”

刘丰打开冰箱，拿出一听可乐，递给深陷在沙发里的岚岚，自己拿了一听啤酒。

“我喜欢与众不同，我指与别人生活得不一样，像你这样出卖肉体的生活方式，与一般的女孩有天壤之别。”

“听你的话好像我是自愿选择这种生活的，你为什么不认为我是被迫的呢？比如说因为生活所迫，或是被流氓团伙所逼？”

“直觉告诉我你不是，你眼里满是兴奋之色。淘金者发现金子时，眼里流露出就像你这样的光。”

“那作为你呢？是不是也和一般男人不一样呀？不过，男人一惯比女人堕落。算了，我讨厌比较，比来比去有什么意思。”

“倒也是，当明白成熟是怎么回事的时候，比较就是不成熟的表现，原谅我用‘成熟’这词，现在的人们仿佛不喜欢它，给人的是恰恰相反的‘夹生饭’的感觉。小时候，我可爱跟人比了，没个高低之分决不罢休。”刘丰自嘲地笑了笑。

岚岚优雅地指了指墙上刘丰的结婚照，岔开了话题：“我们就在这里作爱吗？在你们夫妻结婚照下面双人床上？看上去你妻子很可爱。”

刘丰和妻子穿着结婚礼服，相拥着站在照片里，脸上都流露出抑制不住的幸福和爱意。

“照片上的眼睛是看不见的。”

“男人总擅长欺骗自己。可我看得见，她会让我不安的，我是说她会破坏我的情绪。你把它摘下吧。”

“想不到你有这么多顾忌，甚至还良心发现。好吧，就按你说的做，不能让她影响我们。”刘丰并没有把照片摘下来，而是找了一件外套蒙在上面，他妻子那双美丽的大眼睛随着消失了。

“我很爱我的妻子，她是我大学同学。”

“跟一个即将同床共枕的女人说这样话，真滑稽。如果我没猜错的话，你是不是被她抛弃了？”

“不，我们彼此相爱，这几天她到南方出差去了。我和她小学毕业时就有了好感。我们都是初恋。直到现在，我还没有碰过其他女人。”

“那你为什么要拿我破戒呢？趁她出差把这套房子独自留给你的时候。”

刘丰回到了两个月前一个深夜，他从梦中惊醒过来，做的什么梦已经记不清了。妻子躺在身边平静地睡着，呼吸均匀缓慢。像今晚这样，明月当空，月光漫过窗户洒在妻子娇美的脸上，刘丰被妻子的美丽惊呆了。就在此时，刘丰脑子里突然闪过一个疑问，像是被什么力量硬塞进脑子里一般：为什么是她而不是别的女人躺在自己的身旁，如此牢固地陪伴着他？

这个疑问一经产生，便强烈地折磨着刘丰，以至于再也无法入睡。

是爱情这个最伟大的答案？如果是的话，那么和其他女人会不会有爱情？自己和妻子的爱情是注定唯一的吗？它能不能阻止自己和其他女人的爱情？

是命运？那个如来佛的手掌所决定的？如果是的话，命运什么时候以什么方式显示过它不可逆转的安排的呢？

那么为什么疑问这个时候才出现？为什么不是在初次看见她时，那触电般的感受瞬间冒出来？为什么非要与她恋爱？……

所有的疑问在刘丰的脑中飞来荡去，当太阳最终代替月亮的时候，疑问凝聚成了一个顽强的信念：必须让一个女人替代她一夜，这样，问题才会有答案。

“是的，一种顽强的信念使我把你——一个素不相识的女人领到这个房子里来。”

“所以，你就趁着她出差的时候找到了我，想不到你是第一次作嫖客。”

从岚岚进门坐在沙发上的一瞬间起，他心中原有强烈的对爱情背叛的自责就烟消云散了。岚岚坐在沙发上的位置，正是平时妻子坐的地方。要是在平时，妻子下班回来，坐在那里，刘丰会走过去坐在她的身旁，抚摩着她的肩，好好亲热一番。可岚岚坐在那里，刘丰却一点儿没有爱抚她的欲望。情感忠实的妻子形象，在不知不觉中像章鱼一样牢牢地控制着刘丰的情感，而他以前却是那样漫不经心、一无所知。

“现在，即使你睡在我妻子的地方，床的左边，她总是睡在左边，我也不会和你作爱的，我不是嫖客。”