短篇小说 | The Cask of Amontillado
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.
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短篇小说 | The Last Leaf
In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places."
短篇小说 | Hands
UPON THE HALF decayed veranda of a small frame house that stood near the edge of a ravine near the town of Winesburg, Ohio, a fat little old man walked nervously up and down.
短篇小说 | A Telephone Call
PLEASE, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now.
短篇小说 | The Notary of Perigueux
Do not trust thy body with a physician. He'll make thy foolish bones go without flesh in a fortnight, and thy soul walk without a body in a se'nnight after.
短篇小说 | The Mockingbird
The time, a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the early autumn of 1861.
短篇小说 | The Masque of the Red Death
The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.
短篇小说 | Federigo's Falcon
There was once in Florence a young man named Federigo, the son of Messer Filippo Alberighi, renowned above all other men in Tuscany for his prowess in arms and for his courtliness.
2023年政府工作报告（双语全文）
2023年3月5日，十四届全国人大一次会议在北京召开，国务院总理李克强作政府工作报告。
短篇小说 | The Cop and the Anthem
A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call.
短篇小说 | The Nightingale and the Rose
So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.
短篇小说 | The Striding Place
Weigall, continental and detached, tired early of grouse shooting.
