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短篇情感小说大全深夜，寂静的街头只剩下孤零零的我。

我依偎在冰冷的墙边，凝视着投射在地面上的黄昏余晖。

心中似乎有一种莫名的挣扎，我不知道自己究竟在追逐什么，也不知道是否值得坚持。

或许，这就是人生的辗转反侧。

我回忆起那个遥远的夏天。

那时的我年轻而无畏，相信着爱情会拯救一切。

那个夏天，我和她相遇了。

她纯真而美丽，像一朵迎着阳光绽放的花朵。

每一次与她相处，都让我感受到生活的无限美好。

我们嬉笑打闹，共同追逐着夏日的阳光。

然而，机缘巧合下，她和我分别了。

分别的那一刻，我感觉整个世界都崩塌了。

我曾经以为我们的爱情是那么无坚不摧，但现实却告诉我，有些事情是无法预料的。

我开始怀疑自己，怀疑曾经用心经营的感情是否是一场幻梦。

日子一天天过去，她的影子逐渐淡去，只留下模糊的记忆。

我学会了坚强，学会了面对。

然而，无论我怎样努力，心底的那份思念从未消散。

我告诉自己，这只是一段过去，我应该继续前行。

而现在，我发现自己陷入了另一段情感的泥淖中。

她，是一个与我截然不同的人。

我们的相识也是出于偶然。

她倔强而坚定，总是在我最艰难的时刻给予我力量。

正是因为她的出现，我重新找回了失去的信心。

然而，我又开始犹豫了。

我不知道是否能够再次相信爱情，是否能够再度投入。

上一次的伤痛还仿佛刻在我的心头，让我不敢再冒险。

在这个寂静的夜晚，我开始思考，感情的定义是什么？又应该如何去衡量它的价值？我们是否应该一直去追求它，即使我们知道可能会失去？情感，或许就是一场赌局，我们赌一把，看看能否获得幸福。

突然，一阵风吹过，将我的思绪带回了现实。

我发现自己并没有困在过去的回忆中，而是真实地活在当下。

过去的情感是痛苦的，但它教会了我成长。

我不再畏惧爱情，因为只有经历过失败，才能真正领悟爱的真谛。

或许，每段感情都有它的意义，即使它们只是昙花一现。

它们教会了我们勇敢面对挫折、珍惜眼前人。

生活中的情感，就像一本书的章节，每一段都是故事的一部分，无论是快乐还是悲伤。

我站起身来，望着天空中点点的星光，感受到了一种释然。

另类小说篇一：现实与另类现实与另类[摘要]：穆齐尔的短篇小说集《三个女人》由三篇相互关联的短篇小说组成，每篇小说均以女性的名字命名，但小说的真正主角确是与之相关的男人。

男人的生活处于危机之中，代表另类的女性体现出生活的每一个真实面，男人通过女人去体验现实的生活。

[关键词]：女人；真实；穆齐尔1924年，奥地利作家罗伯特·穆齐尔的短篇小说集《三个女人》出版。

法国1988年出版的《理想藏书》将这部短篇小说集列进了排行榜。

一、《格里吉亚》霍默离家参加一个矿山考察项目。

他在山谷中结识了农妇格里吉亚并成了她的情人。

霍默产生了一种模糊的预感，自己将死于这种关系。

一天当霍默在一个旧地道里拥抱格里吉亚时发现，格里吉亚的丈夫把一块大岩石堵在地道入口。

格里吉亚乞求并向她的丈夫许诺一切，只为从这个地狱出去。

霍默则静静地面对。

在清醒的一瞬间他发现，格里吉亚已经从地道另一侧一个狭长裂缝中逃走了。

但他却不想逃走。

小说引言写道“生命中有这样一个时期，明显地放慢脚步，好像是踯躅不敢前进，又像是想要改变自己的方向，也可能是，在这个时间内一个人更容易遇到不幸。

”而正文部分就用一种模式证明了充满危机的现在是一个与原本的东西相异化的过程。

原本霍默是和对妻子的爱，与统一的原有状态联系在一起。

他接受考察的邀请意味着觉醒了去找寻自我。

金矿的内涵是指宝藏，在文中表示内心世界。

对他来说最有决定性意义的就是经历了纯朴和新的自由。

霍默把格里吉亚当作情人，是因为他能随意赋予这俭朴农妇纯朴的个性。

对他来说格里吉亚代表自然。

在他发现被封死在地道里的时候，格里吉亚对他来说已经失去意义了，她的乞求看来是令人生厌的。

当她偷偷地从一个狭窄的缝中离开洞时，霍默对于这种阴险的方式也只是一笑置之。

霍默的死并不可悲，他早就接受了死亡这回事，而正是由于他的接受才让他获得了自由，这种自由在于他能把现实看成是别的东西的标志，而不是害怕被现实报复。

二、《葡萄牙女人》凯滕迎娶了一位葡萄牙女子。

A Christmas Dream, and How It Came to Be Trueby Louisa May Alcott"I'm so tired of Christmas I wish there never would be another one!" exclaimed a discontented-looking little girl, as she sat idly watching her mother arrange a pile of gifts two days before they were to be given."Why, Effie, what a dreadful thing to say! You are as bad as old Scrooge; and I'm afraid something will happen to you, as it did to him, if you don't care for dear Christmas," answered mamma, almost dropping the silver horn she was filling with delicious candies."Who was Scrooge? What happened to him?" asked Effie, with a glimmer of interest in her listless face, as she picked out the sourest lemon-drop she could find; for nothing sweet suited her just then."He was one of Dickens's best people, and you can read the charming story some day. He hated Christmas until a strange dream showed him how dear and beautiful it was, and made a better man of him.""I shall read it; for I like dreams, and have a great many curious ones myself. But they don't keep me from being tired of Christmas," said Effie, poking discontentedly among the sweeties for something worth eating."Why are you tired of what should be the happiest time of all the year?" asked mamma, anxiously."Perhaps I shouldn't be if I had something new. But it is always the same, and there isn't any more surprise about it. I always find heaps of goodies in my stocking. Don't like some of them, and soon get tired of those I do like. We always have a great dinner, and I eat too much, and feel ill next day. Then there is a Christmas tree somewhere, with a doll on top, or a stupid old Santa Claus, and children dancing and screaming over bonbons and toys that break, and shiny things that are of no use. Really, mamma, I've had so many Christmases all alike that I don't think I can bear another one." And Effie laid herself flat on the sofa, as if the mere idea was too much for her.Her mother laughed at her despair, but was sorry to see her little girl so discontented, when she had everything to make her happy, and had known but ten Christmas days."Suppose we don't give you any presents at all,--how would that suit you?" asked mamma, anxious to please her spoiled child."I should like one large and splendid one, and one dear little one, to remember some very nice person by," said Effie, who was a fanciful little body, full of odd whims and notions, which her friends loved to gratify, regardless of time, trouble, or money; for she was the last of three little girls, and very dear to all the family."Well, my darling, I will see what I can do to please you, and not say a word until all is ready. If I could only get a new idea to start with!" And mamma went on tying up her pretty bundles with a thoughtful face, while Effie strolled to the window to watch the rain that kept her in-doors and made her dismal."Seems to me poor children have better times than rich ones. I can't go out, and there is a girl about my age splashing along, without any maid to fuss about rubbers and cloaks and umbrellas and colds. I wish I was a beggar-girl.""Would you like to be hungry, cold, and ragged, to beg all day, and sleep on an ash-heap at night?" asked mamma, wondering what would come next."Cinderella did, and had a nice time in the end. This girl out here has a basket of scraps on her arm, and a big old shawl all round her, and doesn't seem to care a bit, though the water runs out of the toes of her boots. She goes paddling along, laughing at the rain, and eating a cold potato as if it tasted nicer than the chicken and ice-cream I had for dinner. Yes, I do think poor children are happier than rich ones.""So do I, sometimes. At the Orphan Asylum today I saw two dozen merry little souls who have no parents, no home, and no hope of Christmas beyond a stick of candy or a cake. I wish you had been there to see how happy they were, playing with the old toys some richer children had sent them.""You may give them all mine; I'm so tired of them I never want to see them again," said Effie, turning from the window to the pretty baby-house full of everything a child's heart could desire."I will, and let you begin again with something you will not tire of, if I can only find it." And mamma knit her brows trying to discover some grand surprise for this child who didn't care for Christmas.Nothing more was said then; and wandering off to the library, Effie found "A Christmas Carol," and curling herself up in the sofa corner, read it all before tea. Some of it she did not understand; but she laughed and cried over many parts of the charming story, and felt better without knowing why.All the evening she thought of poor Tiny Tim, Mrs. Cratchit with the pudding, and the stout old gentleman who danced so gayly that "his legs twinkled in the air." Presently bedtime arrived."Come, now, and toast your feet," said Effie's nurse, "while I do your pretty hair and tell stories." "I'll have a fairy tale to-night, a very interesting one," commanded Effie, as she put on her blue silk wrapper and little fur-lined slippers to sit before the fire and have her long curls brushed.So Nursey told her best tales; and when at last the child lay down under her lace curtains, her head was full of a curious jumble of Christmas elves, poor children, snow-storms, sugarplums, and surprises. So it is no wonder that shedreamed all night; and this was the dream, which she never quite forgot.She found herself sitting on a stone, in the middle of a great field, all alone. The snow was falling fast, a bitter wind whistled by, and night was coming on. She felt hungry, cold, and tired, and did not know where to go nor what to do."I wanted to be a beggar-girl, and now I am one; but I don't like it, and wish somebody would come and take care of me. I don't know who I am, and I think I must be lost," thought Effie, with the curious interest one takes in one's self in dreams. But the more she thought about it, the more bewildered she felt. Faster fell the snow, colder blew the wind, darker grew the night; and poor Effie made up her mind that she was quite forgotten and left to freeze alone. The tears were chilled on her cheeks, her feet felt like icicles, and her heart died within her, so hungry, frightened, and forlorn was she. Laying her head on her knees, she gave herself up for lost, and sat there with the great flakes fast turning her to a little white mound, when suddenly the sound of music reached her, and starting up, she looked and listened with all her eyes and ears.Far away a dim light shone, and a voice was heard singing. She tried to run toward the welcome glimmer, but could not stir, and stood like a small statue of expectation while the light drew nearer, and the sweet words of the song grew clearer.From our happy homeThrough the world we roamOne week in all the year,Making winter springWith the joy we bring,For Christmas-tide is here.Now the eastern starShines from afarTo light the poorest home;Hearts warmer grow,Gifts freely flow,For Christmas-tide has come.Now gay trees riseBefore young eyes,Abloom with tempting cheer;Blithe voices sing,And blithe bells ring,For Christmas-tide is here.Oh, happy chime,Oh, blessed time,That draws us all so near!"Welcome, dear day,"All creatures say,For Christmas-tide is here.A child's voice sang, a child's hand carried the little candle; and in the circle of soft light it shed, Effie saw a pretty child coming to her through the night and snow.A rosy, smiling creature, wrapped in white fur, with a wreath of green and scarlet holly on its shining hair, the magic candle in one hand, and the other outstretched as if to shower gifts and warmly press all other hands.Effie forgot to speak as this bright vision came nearer, leaving no trace of footsteps in the snow, only lighting the way with its little candle, and filling the air with the music of its song."Dear child, you are lost, and I have come to find you," said the stranger, taking Effie's cold hands in his, with a smile like sunshine, while every holly berry glowed like a little fire."Do you know me?" asked Effie, feeling no fear, but a great gladness, at his coming."I know all children, and go to find them; for this is my holiday, and I gather them from all parts of the world to be merry with me once a year.""Are you an angel?" asked Effie, looking for the wings."No; I am a Christmas spirit, and live with my mates in a pleasant place, getting ready for our holiday, when we are let out to roam about the world, helping make this a happy time for all who will let us in. Will you come and see how we work?" "I will go anywhere with you. Don't leave me again," cried Effie, gladly."First I will make you comfortable. That is what we love to do. You are cold, and you shall be warm, hungry, and I will feed you; sorrowful, and I will make you gay."With a wave of his candle all three miracles were wrought,--for the snow- flakes turned to a white fur cloak and hood on Effie's head and shoulders, a bowl of hot soup came sailing to her lips, and vanished when she had eagerly drunk the last drop; and suddenly the dismal field changed to a new world so full of wonders that all her troubles were forgotten in a minute. Bells were ringing so merrily that it was hard to keep from dancing. Green garlands hung on the walls, and every tree was a Christmas tree full of toys, and blazing with candles that never went out.In one place many little spirits sewed like mad on warm clothes, turning off work faster than any sewing-machine ever invented, and great piles were made ready to be sent to poor people. Other busy creatures packed money into purses, and wrote checks which they sent flying away on the wind,--a lovely kind of snow-storm to fall into a world below full of poverty. Older and graver spirits werelooking over piles of little books, in which the records of the past year were kept, telling how different people had spent it, and what sort of gifts they deserved. Some got peace, some disappointment, some remorse and sorrow, some great joy and hope. The rich had generous thoughts sent them; the poor, gratitude and contentment. Children had more love and duty to parents; and parents renewed patience, wisdom, and satisfaction for and in their children. No one was forgotten."Please tell me what splendid place this is?" asked Effie, as soon as she could collect her wits after the first look at all these astonishing things."This is the Christmas world; and here we work all the year round, never tired of getting ready for the happy day. See, these are the saints just setting off; for some have far to go, and the children must not be disappointed."As he spoke the spirit pointed to four gates, out of which four great sleighs were just driving, laden with toys, while a jolly old Santa Claus sat in the middle of each, drawing on his mittens and tucking up his wraps for a long cold drive. "Why, I thought there was only one Santa Claus, and even he was a humbug," cried Effie, astonished at the sight. "Never give up your faith in the sweet old stones, even after you come to see that they are only the pleasant shadow of a lovely truth."Just then the sleighs went off with a great jingling of bells and pattering of reindeer hoofs, while all the spirits gave a cheer that was heard in the lower world, where people said, "Hear the stars sing.""I never will say there isn't any Santa Claus again. Now, show me more.""You will like to see this place, I think, and may learn something here perhaps."The spirit smiled as he led the way to a little door, through which Effie peeped into a world of dolls. Baby-houses were in full blast, with dolls of all sorts going on like live people. Waxen ladies sat in their parlors elegantly dressed; black dolls cooked in the kitchens; nurses walked out with the bits of dollies; and the streets were full of tin soldiers marching, wooden horses prancing, express wagons rumbling, and little men hurrying to and fro. Shops were there, and tiny people buying legs of mutton, pounds of tea, mites of clothes, and everything dolls use or wear or want.But presently she saw that in some ways the dolls improved upon the manners and customs of human beings, and she watched eagerly to learn why they did these things. A fine Paris doll driving in her carriage took up a black worsted Dinah who was hobbling along with a basket of clean clothes, and carried her to her journey's end, as if it were the proper thing to do. Another interesting china lady took off her comfortable red cloak and put it round a poor wooden creature done up in a paper shift, and so badly painted that its face would have sent some babies into fits."Seems to me I once knew a rich girl who didn't give her things to poor girls. Iwish I could remember who she was, and tell her to be as kind as that china doll," said Effie, much touched at the sweet way the pretty creature wrapped up the poor fright, and then ran off in her little gray gown to buy a shiny fowl stuck on a wooden platter for her invalid mother's dinner."We recall these things to people's minds by dreams. I think the girl you speak of won't forget this one." And the spirit smiled, as if he enjoyed some joke which she did not see.A little bell rang as she looked, and away scampered the children into the red-and-green school-house with the roof that lifted up, so one could see how nicely they sat at their desks with mites of books, or drew on the inch-square blackboards with crumbs of chalk."They know their lessons very well, and are as still as mice. We make a great racket at our school, and get bad marks every day. I shall tell the girls they had better mind what they do, or their dolls will be better scholars than they are," said Effie, much impressed, as she peeped in and saw no rod in the hand of the little mistress, who looked up and shook her head at the intruder, as if begging her to go away before the order of the school was disturbed.Effie retired at once, but could not resist one look in at the window of a fine mansion, where the family were at dinner, the children behaved so well at table, and never grumbled a bit when their mamma said they could not have any more fruit. "Now, show me something else," she said, as they came again to the low door that led out of Doll-land. "You have seen how we prepare for Christmas; let me show you where we love best to send our good and happy gifts," answered the spirit, giving her his hand again."I know. I've seen ever so many," began Effie, thinking of her own Christmases."No, you have never seen what I will show you. Come away, and remember what you see to-night."Like a flash that bright world vanished, and Effie found herself in a part of the city she had never seen before. It was far away from the gayer places, where every store was brilliant with lights and full of pretty things, and every house wore a festival air, while people hurried to and fro with merry greetings. It was down among the dingy streets where the poor lived, and where there was no making ready for Christmas.Hungry women looked in at the shabby shops, longing to buy meat and bread, but empty pockets forbade. Tipsy men drank up their wages in the bar- rooms; and in many cold dark chambers little children huddled under the thin blankets, trying to forget their misery in sleep.No nice dinners filled the air with savory smells, no gay trees dropped toys andbonbons into eager hands, no little stockings hung in rows beside the chimney-piece ready to be filled, no happy sounds of music, gay voices, and dancing feet were heard; and there were no signs of Christmas anywhere."Don't they have any in this place?" asked Effie, shivering, as she held fast the spirit's hand, following where he led her. "We come to bring it. Let me show you our best workers." And the spirit pointed to some sweet-faced men and women who came stealing into the poor houses, working such beautiful miracles that Effie could only stand and watch.Some slipped money into the empty pockets, and sent the happy mothers to buy all the comforts they needed; others led the drunken men out of temptation, and took them home to find safer pleasures there. Fires were kindled on cold hearths, tables spread as if by magic, and warm clothes wrapped round shivering limbs. Flowers suddenly bloomed in the chambers of the sick; old people found themselves remembered; sad hearts were consoled by a tender word, and wicked ones softened by the story of Him who forgave all sin.But the sweetest work was for the children; and Effie held her breath to watch these human fairies hang up and fill the little stockings without which a child's Christmas is not perfect, putting in things that once she would have thought very humble presents, but which now seemed beautiful and precious because these poor babies had nothing."That is so beautiful! I wish I could make merry Christmases as these good people do, and be loved and thanked as they are," said Effie, softly, as she watched the busy men and women do their work and steal away without thinking of any reward but their own satisfaction."You can if you will. I have shown you the way. Try it, and see how happy your own holiday will be hereafter."As he spoke, the spirit seemed to put his arms about her, and vanished with a kiss."Oh, stay and show me more!" cried Effie, trying to hold him fast."Darling, wake up, and tell me why you are smiling in your sleep," said a voice in her ear; and opening her eyes, there was mamma bending over her, and morning sunshine streaming into the room."Are they all gone? Did you hear the bells? Wasn't it splendid?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, and looking about her for the pretty child who was so real and sweet."You have been dreaming at a great rate,--talking in your sleep, laughing, and clapping your hands as if you were cheering some one. Tell me what was so splendid," said mamma, smoothing the tumbled hair and lifting up the sleepy head. Then, while she was being dressed, Effie told her dream, and Nursey thought itvery wonderful; but mamma smiled to see how curiously things the child had thought, read, heard, and seen through the day were mixed up in her sleep."The spirit said I could work lovely miracles if I tried; but I don't know how to begin, for I have no magic candle to make feasts appear, and light up groves of Christmas trees, as he did," said Effie, sorrowfully."Yes, you have. We will do it! we will do it!" And clapping her hands, mamma suddenly began to dance all over the room as if she had lost her wits."How? how? You must tell me, mamma," cried Effie, dancing after her, and ready to believe anything possible when she remembered the adventures of the past night."I've got it! I've got it!--the new idea. A splendid one, if I can only carry it out!" And mamma waltzed the little girl round till her curls flew wildly in the air, while Nursey laughed as if she would die."Tell me! tell me!" shrieked Effie. "No, no; it is a surprise,--a grand surprise for Christmas day!" sung mamma, evidently charmed with her happy thought. "Now, come to breakfast; for we must work like bees if we want to play spirits tomorrow. You and Nursey will go out shopping, and get heaps of things, while I arrange matters behind the scenes."They were running downstairs as mamma spoke, and Effie called out breathlessly,--"It won't be a surprise; for I know you are going to ask some poor children here, and have a tree or something. It won't be like my dream; for they had ever so many trees, and more children than we can find anywhere.""There will be no tree, no party, no dinner, in this house at all, and no presents for you. Won't that be a surprise?" And mamma laughed at Effie's bewildered face."Do it. I shall like it, I think; and I won't ask any questions, so it will all burst upon me when the time comes," she said; and she ate her breakfast thoughtfully, for this really would be a new sort of Christmas.All that morning Effie trotted after Nursey in and out of shops, buying dozens of barking dogs, woolly lambs, and squeaking birds; tiny tea-sets, gay picture-books, mittens and hoods, dolls and candy. Parcel after parcel was sent home; but when Effie returned she saw no trace of them, though she peeped everywhere. Nursey chuckled, but wouldn't give a hint, and went out again in the afternoon with a long list of more things to buy; while Effie wandered forlornly about the house, missing the usual merry stir that went before the Christmas dinner and the evening fun.As for mamma, she was quite invisible all day, and came in at night so tired that she could only lie on the sofa to rest, smiling as if some very pleasant thought made her happy in spite of weariness."Is the surprise going on all right?" asked Effie, anxiously; for it seemed an immense time to wait till another evening came."Beautifully! better than I expected; for several of my good friends are helping, or I couldn't have done it as I wish. I know you will like it, dear, and long remember this new way of making Christmas merry."Mamma gave her a very tender kiss, and Effie went to bed.The next day was a very strange one; for when she woke there was no stocking to examine, no pile of gifts under her napkin, no one said "Merry Christmas!" to her, and the dinner was just as usual to her. Mamma vanished again, and Nursey kept wiping her eyes and saying: "The dear things! It's the prettiest idea I ever heard of. No one but your blessed ma could have done it." "Do stop, Nursey, or I shall go crazy because I don't know the secret!" cried Effie, more than once; and she kept her eye on the clock, for at seven in the evening the surprise was to come off.The longed-for hour arrived at last, and the child was too excited to ask questions when Nurse put on her cloak and hood, led her to the carriage, and they drove away, leaving their house the one dark and silent one in the row. "I feel like the girls in the fairy tales who are led off to strange places and see fine things," said Effie, in a whisper, as they jingled through the gay streets."Ah, my deary, it is like a fairy tale, I do assure you, and you will see finer things than most children will tonight. Steady, now, and do just as I tell you, and don't say one word whatever you see," answered Nursey, quite quivering with excitement as she patted a large box in her lap, and nodded and laughed with twinkling eyes.They drove into a dark yard, and Effie was led through a back door to a little room, where Nurse coolly proceeded to take off not only her cloak and hood, but her dress and shoes also. Effie stared and bit her lips, but kept still until out of the box came a little white fur coat and boots, a wreath of holly leaves and berries, and a candle with a frill of gold paper round it. A long "Oh!" escaped her then; and when she was dressed and saw herself in the glass, she started back, exclaiming, "Why, Nursey, I look like the spirit in my dream!""So you do; and that's the part you are to play, my pretty! Now whist, while I blind your eyes and put you in your place.""Shall I be afraid?" whispered Effie, full of wonder; for as they went out she heard the sound of many voices, the tramp of many feet, and, in spite of the bandage, was sure a great light shone upon her when she stopped."You needn't be; I shall stand close by, and your ma will be there."After the handkerchief was tied about her eyes, Nurse led Effie up some steps, and placed her on a high platform, where something like leaves touched her head,and the soft snap of lamps seemed to fill the air. Music began as soon as Nurse clapped her hands, the voices outside sounded nearer, and the tramp was evidently coming up the stairs."Now, my precious, look and see how you and your dear ma have made a merry Christmas for them that needed it!"Off went the bandage; and for a minute Effie really did think she was asleep again, for she actually stood in "a grove of Christmas trees," all gay and shining as in her vision. Twelve on a side, in two rows down the room, stood the little pines, each on its low table; and behind Effie a taller one rose to the roof, hung with wreaths of popcorn, apples, oranges, horns of candy, and cakes of all sorts, from sugary hearts to gingerbread Jumbos. On the smaller trees she saw many of her own discarded toys and those Nursey bought, as well as heaps that seemed to have rained down straight from that delightful Christmas country where she felt as if she was again."How splendid! Who is it for? What is that noise? Where is mamma?" cried Effie, pale with pleasure and surprise, as she stood looking down the brilliant little street from her high place.Before Nurse could answer, the doors at the lower end flew open, and in marched twenty-four little blue-gowned orphan girls, singing sweetly, until amazement changed the song to cries of joy and wonder as the shining spectacle appeared. While they stood staring with round eyes at the wilderness of pretty things about them, mamma stepped up beside Effie, and holding her hand fast to give her courage, told the story of the dream in a few simple words, ending in this way:--"So my little girl wanted to be a Christmas spirit too, and make this a happy day for those who had not as many pleasures and comforts as she has. She likes surprises, and we planned this for you all. She shall play the good fairy, and give each of you something from this tree, after which every one will find her own name on a small tree, and can go to enjoy it in her own way. March by, my dears, and let us fill your hands."Nobody told them to do it, but all the hands were clapped heartily before a single child stirred; then one by one they came to look up wonderingly at the pretty giver of the feast as she leaned down to offer them great yellow oranges, red apples, bunches of grapes, bonbons, and cakes, till all were gone, and a double row of smiling faces turned toward her as the children filed back to their places in the orderly way they had been taught.Then each was led to her own tree by the good ladies who had helped mamma with all their hearts; and the happy hubbub that arose would have satisfied even Santa Claus himself,--shrieks of joy, dances of delight, laughter and tears (for sometender little things could not bear so much pleasure at once, and sobbed with mouths full of candy and hands full of toys). How they ran to show one another the new treasures! how they peeped and tasted, pulled and pinched, until the air was full of queer noises, the floor covered with papers, and the little trees left bare of all but candles!"I don't think heaven can be any gooder than this," sighed one small girl, as she looked about her in a blissful maze, holding her full apron with one hand, while she luxuriously carried sugar-plums to her mouth with the other."Is that a truly angel up there?" asked another, fascinated by the little white figure with the wreath on its shining hair, who in some mysterious way had been the cause of all this merry-making."I wish I dared to go and kiss her for this splendid party," said a lame child, leaning on her crutch, as she stood near the steps, wondering how it seemed to sit in a mother's lap, as Effie was doing, while she watched the happy scene before her. Effie heard her, and remembering Tiny Tim, ran down and put her arms about the pale child, kissing the wistful face, as she said sweetly, "You may; but mamma deserves the thanks. She did it all; I only dreamed about it."Lame Katy felt as if "a truly angel" was embracing her, and could only stammer out her thanks, while the other children ran to see the pretty spirit, and touch her soft dress, until she stood in a crowd of blue gowns laughing as they held up their gifts for her to see and admire.Mamma leaned down and whispered one word to the older girls; and suddenly they all took hands to dance round Effie, singing as they skipped.It was a pretty sight, and the ladies found it hard to break up the happy revel; but it was late for small people, and too much fun is a mistake. So the girls fell into line, and marched before Effie and mamma again, to say goodnight with such grateful little faces that the eyes of those who looked grew dim with tears. Mamma kissed every one; and many a hungry childish heart felt as if the touch of those tender lips was their best gift. Effie shook so many small hands that her own tingled; and when Katy came she pressed a small doll into Effie's hand, whispering, "You didn't have a single present, and we had lots. Do keep that; it's the prettiest thing I got.""I will," answered Effie, and held it fast until the last smiling face was gone, the surprise all over, and she safe in her own bed, too tired and happy for anything but sleep."Mamma, it was a beautiful surprise, and I thank you so much! I don't see how you did it; but I like it best of all the Christmases I ever had, and mean to make one every year. I had my splendid big present, and here is the dear little one to keep for love of poor Katy; so even that part of my wish came true."。

短篇民间故事大全篇一：【民间传说(二)】故事小短集两兄弟的摇钱树从前，有个老汉领着两个儿子过日子，老大老实憨厚，老二油滑。

老汉死后，老二想把老大撵出家门，提出要分家。

老二说：“哥呀，我身子扳不硬实，房子和地就都给我吧，你身板好，力气大，自己盖房子，开荒种地把！”老大说：“中！”扛了一把锄头提了一把斧头就上山了。

在山上找了快避风的山窝，砍了些树木，搭起窝棚，就开始开荒种地，种上粮食，吃用不尽的就拿到镇里去换点钱。

老二好吃懒做，不久就把家里的存粮吃光了，还卖田卖地。

一天，老二心血来潮，上山去看哥哥，走进去一看，惊呆了。

青砖瓦房，花红柳绿，鸡鸭鹅狗，几个粮仓都装得满满的。

老二心想：是不是我那个死老爹偏心，留了什么宝贝给哥哥，就问老大：“咱爹是不是给你啥宝贝了？”老大说：“爹给了我一颗摇钱树，缺啥少啥，摇一摇就有了。

”老二心想，哪天你不在家我就来偷。

老大又说：“我这摇钱树有两颗，各分五个叉，随身带着，想丢下都不行。

”老二说：“哥，你让我看看呗！”老大把双手一摊，说：“这就是摇钱树，只要两手勤快，肯干，啥都会有！”老二非常惭愧，从此之后一改以前的坏习惯，也勤勤恳恳地干活，两兄弟也变得和和睦睦，都娶了老婆过上了好日子。

相关整本阅读04091006653358121其里和其外从前，有个齐员外，前妻得病死了，留下一个儿子名叫齐外，齐外聪明伶俐。

齐员外后来又娶了一个老婆，也生了一个儿子，名叫齐里，从小又调皮又笨。

齐员外的后妻只爱自己生的儿子，害怕将来齐外要跟自己儿子抢家产，把齐外看成眼中钉肉中刺。

一天，后妻突然病倒在床上，齐员外非常着急，到处请医问药也不见好。

最后，后妻好像奄奄一息快要死了，她说：“你也不要请医生买药，我这是心病，如果你真的想我好，就把齐外的心挖出来给我吃了。

”齐员外开始不同意，可看到后妻在床上奄奄一息，可能立刻就会死，最后下来狠心，答应了。

第二天，齐员外领着齐外走到荒郊野外，员外把后妻要吃人心的事情跟齐外说了，齐外一听就明白了，他说：“奉心救母，儿应尽孝道。

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青春的一场偶然与心血来潮我还是说了谎。

当金乐问我还喜不喜欢安狄声的时候，我斩钉截铁的说不。

正如我说的，我还是说了谎，其实我还是喜欢他的。

至少在遇见沈柯之前。

其实，我喜欢安狄声是心血来潮的事。

我其实是个容易心血来潮的孩子。

很多时候，我会突然想做某件事，就去做了，毫不犹豫。

或者心血来潮的喜欢一座城，一个游戏，一本书更或者一个人。

我想，任何人都有突然心血来潮喜欢上一个人的时候，不过，大多人数人称那为一见钟情。

于是，有那么一天，在一个很美好的午后，我坐在学校操场的看台上，安狄声从我面前走过，只微微一侧头，漂亮的眉眼。

我就告诉自己，哦，差不多了。

我喜欢的就是他。

只是因为一时的心血来潮，喜欢上了安狄声，一年半至无期。

我所说的无期，是不知道什么时候忘记他，去开始喜欢别人。

在这之前，我的心里还维系着对安狄声的喜欢。

其实我应该是个死心眼的孩子，一旦喜欢上某些人和事便久久不能放弃。

而且尤爱暗恋。

我一直都没有告诉安狄声我对他的喜欢。

我觉得我表现的够明白了，说俗点，这就像脱裤子放P一样多余。

认识安狄声的过程，直到现在想起来还很郁闷。

为了准备认识安狄声，我看足了所有搭讪的方法；并拒绝了安狄声干妹妹金乐的帮助。

我想，我自己可以的。

我还特地跑去高考冲刺补习班。

虽然我还是个高二的学生。

激动的我妈直夸我，说，这孩子总算开窍了。

安狄声就坐在我的斜后座，只微微一侧头就能看见他清秀的脸。

整个一个课我听得浑浑噩噩，满脑子都想着课后的搭讪。

最后，直到安狄声收拾好书包准备离开了。

我才要命的一把抓住他的袖子，问，同学，几点了？安狄声先是狐疑地看下我手腕上的手表，才慢慢地说，8点了。

然后，我傻乎乎的举起手腕说，咦？你看！神奇！我的表也8点哦！我们是不是很有缘？安狄声笑了起来，笑的惊天动地。

我这才反应过来，恨不得找个地缝钻进去。

再然后，安狄声说，你是麦垛吧？我听我妹说起过你。

他说的妹妹，当然就是金乐。

不过，我还是要谢谢她的。

因为她我才不会被安狄声当成疯子。

莫泊桑短篇小说《项链》读后感（精彩3篇）莫泊桑项链读书笔记篇一由法国著名作家莫泊桑撰写的《项链》乃是世界短篇小说中的精品，我读后感觉其内容曲折蜿蜒，扣人心弦，并且含有深刻的人生道理。

《项链》一文描写了女主人公瓦赛尔太太十分虚荣，为在舞会上引人注意，而丢失了向朋友借的一条珍珠项链。

一家人从此只好省吃俭用，努力工作，用了整整十年时间终于凑齐了买项链的钱，他们买了一条相同的项链还给朋友，而朋友告诉她，借给她的项链是一件人造品，只值几百法郎。

瓦赛尔太太后悔莫及，痛恨自己当时太贪图虚荣了。

读了这篇文章，我想到生活中许多人为了面子，为了满足自己的虚荣心，与别人比吃比穿，最后却落个惨败的下场。

比如说，现在生活质量提高了，一些女人感觉自己长得不够漂亮，就去染发、美容，有的甚至不惜几万块钱去整容。

我在电视上看过这样一则新闻：一个年轻的大学生不顾父母劝告做了整容手术，结果手术失败了，她不仅没变漂亮，本来的面貌也被毁了。

从中我们不难理解做人不应该好面子，不应该有虚荣心。

《项链》不仅是一篇内容精彩的短篇小说精品，更是一部含有深刻道理的优秀文学作品，如果你对这篇小说也感兴趣，不妨读一读。

莫泊桑短篇小说《项链》读后感篇二最具有情节曲折性的人物，我认为是玛蒂尔德，她给我留下来了很深的映像。

她原先是个爱慕虚荣，不想努力便想成功的人，其实有这种思想并不奇怪，因为在当时的社会情况下，人人都向往好日子，这是很正常的，玛蒂尔德丢失项链后，自己也没有昧着良心，逃之夭夭，而是留下来承担责任，这也是一个美好的品质，在现在社会，经常会看到有些人借钱不还还玩起了人间蒸发，这也是作者想要告诉我们应该具有拼制，她和丈夫努力还清贷款后她本身也改变了，这也是她的进步。

玛蒂尔德夫人是不幸的，但她也是有幸的，在残酷的命运面前，她没有屈服，而是顽强地挺了过去，在逆境中并没有不择手段去追求，她扼守着做人的基本道德，维护着做人的起码尊严。

正是生活中的种种无奈，让她清醒了，让她从虚幻的祈盼中找回了自我，让她结束了云里雾里的遐想生活，从此脚踏实地，一步一个脚印地去走自己的平凡而有趣人生路。

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Bronte《简·爱》英文版•《呼啸山庄》[英]艾米莉·勃朗特•短篇小说：刘厚明《阿城的龟》获第一届儿童文学奖•新星女队一号－作者：庄之明•散文：乔传藻《醉麂》获第一届儿童文学奖•19散文：陈益《十八双鞋》获第一届儿童文学奖•15诗歌：田地《我爱我的祖国》获第一届儿童文学奖•14科学文艺：《追日》获第六届儿童文学奖•13五颗青黑枣儿－作者：董天柚•10知春鸟－作者：杨羽仪•01安妮日记英文版全文在线阅读•01小船，小船－作者：黄蓓佳•24《童年》在线阅读[苏联]高尔基•16妹妹入学－作者：张有德•15《悲惨世界》在线阅读作者：维克多•雨果•25《八十天环游地球》作者：儒勒•凡尔纳在线阅读•25《海底两万里》儒勒·凡尔纳[法]•25《神秘岛》儒勒·凡尔纳[法]•24长篇小说：曹文轩《细米》在线阅读获第六届儿童文学奖•21童话：《鼹鼠的月亮河》（简介）获第六届儿童文学奖•03幼儿文学：《小鼹鼠的土豆》获第六届儿童文学奖•01五颗小小的心－作者：菡子•28《世界远古之谜》在线阅读作者：王春来•26童话：王一梅《书本里的蚂蚁》第五届儿童文学奖•26第二届全国优秀儿童文学奖获奖作品(1986-1991)•短篇童话：宗璞《总鳍鱼的故事》获第一届儿童文学奖•13从地球到火星－作者：郑文光•09短篇小说：蔺瑾《冰河上的激战》获第一届儿童文学奖•05短篇小说：邱勋《三色圆珠笔》获第一届儿童文学奖•05儿子，你是谁－作者：夏有志•01短篇小说：罗辰生《白脖儿》获第一届儿童文学奖•30第五届全国优秀儿童文学奖(1998-2000)•25《爱丽丝漫游奇境记》作者：刘易斯·卡洛尔在线阅读•24《爱丽丝镜中奇遇记》作者：刘易斯·卡洛尔在线阅读•散文：陈丹燕《中国少女》获第一届儿童文学奖•19《水浒传》全集在线阅读•诗歌：高凯《村小：生字课》第五届儿童文学奖•14诗歌：王立春《骑扁马的扁人》获第六届儿童文学奖•13小王子（Le petit prince）全文在线阅读目录及简介作者:圣•德克旭贝里•《骆驼祥子》全文在线阅读老舍•罗文应的故事－作者：张天翼•鲁迅：《野草》全集•22第六届全国优秀儿童文学奖(202003)•22戴尔·卡耐基《人性的弱点》•20散文：张歧《俺家门前的海》获第一届儿童文学奖•09安妮日记全集,小说安妮日记中文全文在线阅读,安妮•弗兰克作品•09描写野姜花的作品二篇•（小说）瞎眼狐清窝 B•28第一届全国优秀儿童文学奖(1980-1985)获奖作品散文名篇•21《五月的北平》张恨水•21《我爱喝稀粥》王蒙•21《人生的真义》陈独秀•21《早该说的一些话》苏叔阳•《父亲的玳瑁》鲁彦•《我在北京大学的经历》蔡元培•60篇台湾精选中学生朗读散文•《好运设计》史铁生•《白杨礼赞》茅盾•《谈吃》夏沔尊•《尴尬二十四》流沙河•19《我所知道的康桥》徐志摩•19《官》臧克家•19《两个大都市》王安忆•18《野百合花》王实味•18《拉吉》杜宣•17《国子监》汪曾祺•17《日出》刘白羽•17《北平的四季》郁达夫•17《“文革”博物馆》巴金•16《听听那冷雨》余光中•16《论快乐》钱钟书•16《茶性》艾煊•16《父亲》阿城•16《忆白石老人》艾青•16《祖国山川颂》黄药眠•《土地的誓言》端木蕻良•《恋情》张中行•《江南的冬景》郁达夫•14《中年是下午茶》董桥•14《王府大街64号》雷达•14《生命壮歌》秦牧•13《佳茗似佳人》何为•13《西湖的雪景》钟敬文•13《风景谈》作者：茅盾•12《荔枝蜜》杨朔•12《精神的三间小屋》毕淑敏•12《胡同》朱湘•12《睡与梦》吴祖光•12《最初的晚餐》陈忠实•12《性而上的迷失》韩少功•12《蝉与纺织娘》郑振铎•12《背影》朱自清•12《可爱的中国》方志敏•11《吃瓜子》丰子恺•11《最苦与最乐》梁启超•11《老王》杨绛•11《学问之趣味》梁启超•11《谈生命》冰心•11《怀念孙犁先生》铁凝•《家》苏雪林•《论友情》严文井•《姑苏菜艺》陆文夫•《石缝间的生命》林希•从孩子得到的启示作者：丰子恺•09《吹牛的妙用》庐隐•08《桨声灯影里的秦淮河》朱自清•08《中年》苏雪林•08《黄山记》徐迟•08《绕室旅行记》施蛰存•08《雪》鲁迅•08儿女作者：丰子恺•08《与妻书》林觉民•08《一个南方人眼中的哈尔滨》张抗抗•08《二月兰》季羡林•07《山屋》吴伯箫•07《途中》梁遇春•07《奔》管桦•07《三八节有感》丁玲•07《酒》柯灵•07《结缘雪窦寺》戴厚英•06《读书有秘诀吗》邓拓•06《论老年》施蛰存•06《萤》靳以•06《回忆鲁迅先生》萧红•06《造屋记》秦兆阳•06《重逢翎》牛汉•05《大勇者的风度》唐达成•05《黑夜颂》贾植芳•05忆儿时作者：丰子恺•05《花园底一角》许钦文•05白鹅作者：丰子恺•04《夏虫之什》缪崇群•04《梅香正浓》白桦•04《书》朱湘•04《快阁的紫藤花》徐蔚南•04给我的孩子们①作者：丰子恺•04《雨的四季》刘湛秋•03《雨中登泰山》李健吾•03《谈酒》周作人•03阿咪作者：丰子恺•02《春游颐和园》沈从文•02《朋友四型》余光中•02《读山》（节选）张腾蛟•01学画回忆作者：丰子恺•01《囚绿记》陆蠡•30《秋夜》鲁迅•30《我的母亲》老舍•30《阔人礼赞》聂绀弩•30《经营生命》申力雯•29《牧歌》作者：米沃什（诗）•29蝌蚪作者：丰子恺•敬礼作者：丰子恺•《凡卡》作者：契诃夫•《幸福是什么》作者：埃林·彼林•25《夜莺的歌声》作者：谢尔盖.叶谢宁•25《乌篷船》作者：周作人•24做父亲作者：丰子恺•22《一个人在途上》作者：郁达夫•20《记得》作者：夐虹（诗）•《二十四番花信》作者：宗璞•儿戏作者：丰子恺•16华瞻的日记作者：丰子恺•16送阿宝出黄金时代作者：丰子恺•14梦痕作者：丰子恺•13南颖访问记作者：丰子恺•12《时光》作者：冯骥才•《日历》作者：冯骥才•《花的勇气》作者：冯骥才•08《最后的梵高》作者：冯骥才•07《多和少》作者：大海和苹果•07《精彩极了和槽糕透了》作者：舒尔伯格•《渴望苦难》作者：马丽华•《凝望一棵开花的树》作者：王长敏•03《沙之聚》作者：张抗抗•03《牡丹的拒绝》作者：张抗抗•31《花鸟昆虫创造的奇境》作者：李霁野•31《蝉与蚁》作者：施蛰存•29《失群的红叶》作者：柯灵•25《梅花魂》作者：宗璞•《女人，世界屋脊上新鲜的太阳》作者：王宗仁•《雪山无雪》作者：王宗仁•12《人生三境界》作者：吴明强•10《我有过一次孤独之旅》作者：庚辰•《花鸟昆虫创造的奇境》作者：李霁野•05《失群的红叶》作者：柯灵•《红海上的一幕》作者：孙福熙•《枫叶如丹》作者：袁鹰•《生之歌》作者：杏林子•01《梅花魂》作者：宗璞•01《花的话》作者：宗璞•30《哭小弟》作者：宗璞•26《永远，我等》作者：余光中•24《积雪在流泪》作者：王宗仁•22《西藏驼》作者：王宗仁•21《眼中的世界》作者：宫泽贤治•20《诀别的早晨》作者：宫泽贤治•19《告别》作者：宫泽贤治•18《春与修罗》作者：宫泽贤治•《春的阿修罗》作者：宫泽贤治•《火》作者：巴金•15《狗》作者：巴金•14《秋色赋》作者：峻青•12《记忆》作者：韩少华•11《林中小溪》作者：普里什文•10《自然与人生》作者：德富芦花•09《云杉和松树》作者：佩塔尔，科契奇•09《孤独的树》作者：埃林．彼林•29《萤窗小语第一部（3）》作者：刘墉•28《萤窗小语第一部（2）》作者：刘墉•27《萤窗小语第一部（1）》作者：刘墉•26《迎向风雨》作者：刘墉•25《人就这么一辈子》作者：刘墉•23《枯叶蝴蝶》作者：徐迟•23《女儿情》作者：情悟禅心•《铁纪铸雄师》作者：楚济•《落叶是疲倦了的蝴蝶》•14《1000块钱里的父爱》作者：房晓军•14《半截钱里的父爱》作者：黄邦寨•13《父亲偷瓜》作者：杨汉光•11《父亲》作者：张军•10《永远的父亲》作者：申静•09《父亲节里忆父亲》作者：杨军•09《童话在森林等着我》作者：傅天琳（诗歌）•07《湿地》作者：傅天琳（诗歌）•06《老姐妹的手》作者：傅天琳（诗歌）•05《粮仓》作者：傅天琳（诗歌）•05《听陈蕾士的琴筝》作者：黄国彬（诗歌）•04《桥》作者：刘墉•01《星斗其文，赤子其人》作者：随乘化•30《美丽的茧》作者：简楨•26《小依依》作者：张晗•25《对月》作者：贾平凹•24《情断无人区》作者：王宗仁•22《肉欲厨房》作者：简媜•22《珍珠鸟》作者：冯骥才•20《故乡的山梨》作者：李辉英•20《第二枚结婚戒指》作者：王宗仁•《庄周的燕子》作者：格致•17《吃菜根》作者：孙犁•17《我有一个恋爱》作者：徐志摩（诗歌）•16《情死》作者：徐志摩•14《瓦尔登湖：访客》作者：梭罗•13《瓦尔登湖：寂寞》作者：梭罗•12《瓦尔登湖：声》作者：梭罗•11《瓦尔登湖：阅读》作者：梭罗•10《瓦尔登湖—我生活的地方；我为何生活》作者：梭罗•10《奇情与俗情》作者：李敖•09《大人格与小人格》作者：李敖•07《梁山伯自白书》作者：李碧华•07《祝福》作者：鲁迅•06《阔的海》作者：徐志摩（诗歌）•05《变与不变》作者：徐志摩（诗歌）•04《我不知道风》作者：徐志摩•03《说梦》作者：朱自清•02《女人》作者：朱自清•01《过客》作者：鲁迅•30《影的告别》作者：鲁迅•29《夜（二）》作者：徐志摩•28《夜》作者：徐志摩•27《生活》作者：徐志摩（诗歌）•25《火车擒住轨》作者：徐志摩（诗歌）•25《泸杭车中》作者：徐志摩（诗歌）•23《寂寞是一种清福》作者：梁实秋•22《新年祈愿》作者：余秋雨•20《新年，你好》作者：汪国真•18《乡土情结》作者：柯灵•12《水仙花》作者：秋瑾诗•10《女儿的水仙花》作者：王清铭•10《水仙花》作者：詹尧辉•08《桐花-柿》作者：扬彦•07《寻找目击者》作者：陈克华•05《家园落日》作者：莫怀戚•05《让勇气为诚实护航》作者：孙艳•04《小巷深处》作者：林莉•02《丁香结·未解的结》作者：宗璞•02《好一朵木槿花》作者：宗璞•01《送春》作者：宗璞•29《生命掠影》作者：杏林子的见证•27《和谐人生》作者：杏林子（诗歌）•27《当有一天》作者：杏林子（诗歌）•25《生命的极限》作者：杏林子（诗歌）•25《生命，生命》作者：杏林子•23《生命之旅》作者：杏林子•22《朋友及其他》作者：杏林子•19《街》作者：沈从文•13《匆匆》作者：朱自清•12《人生如品茶》作者：潘向黎•11《猫》作者：老舍•09《内蒙风光》作者：老舍•08《挂不住》作者：崔东汇•07诗：《白鹭》作者：郭沫若•06《梦与现实》作者：郭沫若•06《银杏》作者：郭沫若•01《女人》作者：梁实秋•《童言无忌》作者：张爱玲•《在那银海千秋的夜晚》作者：罗兰•《思念前生》作者：海子•23《幸福一日致秋天的花楸树》作者：海子•23《麦子熟了》作者：海子•《阳光打在地上》作者：海子•20《青年颂(国庆)》作者：乔木•19《唐诗里的中国(国庆)》作者：吴克己•17《落叶小唱》作者：徐志摩•10《藤野先生》作者：鲁迅•09《印度洋上的秋思》作者：徐志摩•04《私语》作者：张爱玲•03《谈女人》作者：张爱玲•02《天才梦》作者：张爱玲•26《落下脚跟》作者：刘心武•24《一个忧郁的青年》作者：冰心•24《月光》作者：冰心•22《梦回红楼》作者：紫儿•22《一条河流的梦》作者：席慕蓉•21《除夕的梦》作者：冰心•19《独白》作者：席慕蓉•17《海上日出》作者：巴金•16《回忆济南高中》作者：季羡林•14《一条老狗》作者：季羡林•13《菜花》作者：孙犁•12《黄鹂—病期琐事》作者：孙犁•12《童年漫忆》作者：孙犁•11《秋夜》作者：鲁迅•10《五月的青岛》作者：老舍•08《在那颗星子下》作者：舒婷•07《故乡的桂花雨》作者：琦君•05《淡淡的血痕中》作者：鲁迅•04《咸菜茨菇汤》作者：汪曾祺•04《藏羚羊跪拜》作者：王宗仁•01《男孩子女孩子》作者：赵冬•散文名篇……•12听说能影响人一生的散文（2）－背影•12听说能影响人一生的散文（3）-归来的温馨•12听说能影响人一生的散文（4）-荷塘月色•12听说能影响人一生的散文（5）-我的梦中城市•12听说能影响人一生的散文（6）-寄小读者·通讯七•14听说能影响人一生的散文（7）-我的伊豆•14听说能影响人一生的散文（8）-小橘灯•14听说能影响人一生的散文（9）-故乡的野菜•14听说能影响人一生的散文（10）-贪心的紫罗兰•……•听说能影响人一生的散文（11）-秋夜•..的散文（12）-Song 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【精品】山上的小屋《山上的小屋》是残雪的一部短篇小说，它以梦魇般的语言，描绘了一个被隔绝和遗弃的孤独世界。

本文将从人物、主题、艺术手法和影响四个方面进行解读。

一、人物《山上的小屋》中主要的人物有“我”、“父亲”、“母亲”和“哥哥”。

他们被描绘成怪异和不可理解的人物，彼此之间缺乏正常的沟通和情感联系。

“我”是这个故事的主要叙述者，是一个敏感、孤独和恐惧的人。

在故事中，“我”始终处于一种被隔绝的状态，无法与家人和外界联系。

这种孤独和恐惧的心理状态，反映了作者对于人类关系的疏离感和异化感。

“父亲”和“母亲”则是两个极端的人物形象，他们对于“我”的孤独和恐惧毫不在意，甚至可以说是冷漠和厌烦。

他们之间的关系也非常疏离，没有任何亲密的接触和情感交流。

“哥哥”则是一个神秘的人物，他始终没有出现，只是在“我”的想象中出现过。

他被描绘成一个拥有神奇力量的存在，可以保护“我”免受外界的伤害。

然而，“我”却无法理解哥哥的存在，也无法与他建立联系。

二、主题《山上的小屋》的主题主要集中在孤独、恐惧、隔绝和探索等方面。

这个故事中的“我”被家人和社会所隔绝，无法与他们建立亲密的联系。

这种孤独和恐惧的心理状态，反映了作者对于人类关系的异化和孤独感的深刻体验。

同时，这个故事也探索了人类对于未知事物的探索和恐惧。

在这个故事中，“我”不断地探索着山上小屋的秘密，试图找到摆脱孤独和恐惧的方法。

然而，最终“我”却发现这个世界上根本就没有人能够真正地理解自己，自己始终被隔绝在一个孤寂的世界里。

三、艺术手法《山上的小屋》采用了独特的艺术手法，使得整个故事充满了梦幻和荒诞的感觉。

作者使用了大量的隐喻、暗示和象征等手法，将现实和梦境相互交融，让读者感到故事的情节并不是那么简单。

其中最为典型的是故事中出现的山上小屋。

这个房屋代表了“我”内心深处的恐惧和孤独，是“我”探索未知世界的起点。

同时，这个房屋也象征着人类内心深处的孤寂和疏离感，是人类探索自己内心世界的必经之路。