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英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 1
Selling Cow
賣牛
An old man is selling a big cow. A young mancomes to the cow and begins to look at it carefully. Then the old man goes upto him and says in his ears. “Don’t say anything about the cow before I sellit, then I will give you some meat.”
一位老人正在賣一頭大奶牛。一個(gè)年輕人來到奶牛旁邊開始仔細(xì)地看它。老人走過去對(duì)他耳語道：“在我賣掉這頭奶牛前不要說任何話，過后我會(huì)給你一些肉�！�
“All right,” says the young man. After theold man sells the cow, he gives the young man some meat and says, “Now, you cantell me how do you think of the bad leg of the cow.”
“好吧�！蹦贻p男子說道。老人賣掉了奶牛，他給了年輕人一些肉并說道：“現(xiàn)在你能告訴我關(guān)于這頭奶牛有條壞腿你是怎么看的?”
“I didn’t find the bad leg,” says the youngman. “Then why did you look at the cow carefully?” asks the old man.
“我沒發(fā)現(xiàn)壞腿呀�！蹦贻p男子說。“那你為什么仔細(xì)地看著這頭牛?”老人問道。
Then young man answers, “Because I have neverseen a cow, and I wanted to know what it looks like.”
年輕人回答道：“因?yàn)槲覐奈匆娺^奶牛，我只想知道它長(zhǎng)得什么樣�！�
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 2
A Rabbit and a Wolf
兔子和狼
A little rabbit is picking mushrooms in a forest. A wolf is coming. He is very hungry. “Oh, a little rabbit! This is my favourite food!”
一只小兔子正在森林里采蘑菇，一只狼來了，他很餓�！芭叮恢恍⊥米�!這是我最喜歡的食物!”
The rabbit sees the wolf, but she is not afraid. She pretends to be poisoned by the mushrooms. The wolf thinks, “If I eat her, I will be poisoned, too.” So he goes away.
小兔子看見了狼，但是她并不害怕。她假裝吃蘑菇中毒了。狼想到：“如果我吃了她，我也會(huì)中毒的�！彼运唛_了。
Then the rabbit is very happy. She goes on picking the mushrooms.
小兔子非常高興，她繼續(xù)去采蘑菇。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 3
The Old Cat
An old woman had a cat. The cat was very old; she could not run quickly, and she could not bite, because she was so old. One day the old cat saw a mouse; she jumped and caught the mouse. But she could not bite it; so the mouse got out of her mouth and ran away, because the cat could not bite it.
Then the old woman became very angry because the cat had not killed the mouse. She began to hit the cat. The cat said, "Do not hit your old servant. I have worked for you for many years, and I would work for you still, but I am too old. Do not be unkind to the old, but remember what good work the old did when they were young."
【譯文】
老貓
一位老婦有只貓，這只貓很老，它跑不快了，也咬不了東西，因?yàn)樗昙o(jì)太大了。一天，老貓發(fā)現(xiàn)一只老鼠，它跳過去抓這只老鼠，然而，它咬不住這只老鼠。因此，老鼠從它的嘴邊溜掉了，因?yàn)槔县堃Р涣怂?/p>
于是，老婦很生氣，因?yàn)槔县垱]有把老鼠咬死。她開始打這只貓，貓說：“不要打你的老仆人，我已經(jīng)為你服務(wù)了很多年，而且還愿意為你效勞，但是，我實(shí)在太老了，對(duì)年紀(jì)大的`不要這么無情，要記住老年人在年青時(shí)所做過的有益的事情�！�
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 4
“Mummy ! Mummy! Thank goodness it’s you! I’ve just escaped by a whisker from the most frightful scary monster that there ever was !”
“Just now, I was strolling along minding my own business when, just as I turned into the farm yard, I saw two strange creatures. One of them looked very kind and fluffy, and had lovely whiskers, but the other was the most scary monster youd ever watched! Woww !
“On top of his head and in front of his neck hung pieces of raw red meat. He walked about this way and that, tearing up the ground with his toes, and beating his arms against his sides. The moment he caught sight of me he opened his pointed mouth as if to swallow me, and then he let out a cry that frightened me almost to death.”
“If it had not been for that terrible monster, I would have made friends with the pretty creature, who looked so good and gentle. He had thick, velvety fur, a soft face, and his eyes were bright and shining. As he looked at me he waved his fine long tail and smiled.
“I am sure he was just about to speak to me when the monster I have told you about let out a screaming yell, I ran for my life.”
Mother Mouse
“My little mouse, that gentle creature you saw was none other than the Cat. Under his kindly appearance, he bears a grudge against every one of us. The other was nothing but the Cockerel, who wouldn’t harm you in the least. As for the Cat, he eats us. So be thankful, my child, that you escaped with your life, and, as long as you live, never judge people by their looks.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 5
A wolf was almost dead with hunger. A house-dog saw him, and asked, "Friend, your irregular life will soon ruin you.
"Why dont you work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly?"
"I would have no objection," said the wolf, "if I could only get a place." "I will help you," said the dog. "Come with me to my master, and you shall share my work."
So the wolf and the dog went to the town together.
On the way the wolf saw that there was no hair around the dogs neck.
He felt quite surprised, and asked him why it was like that?
"Oh, it is nothing," said the dog. "Every night my master puts a collar around my neck and chains me up. You will soon get used to it."
"Is that the only reason?" said the wolf. "Then good-bye to you, my friend. I would rather be free."
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 6
Today is the 136 anniversary of Andersen , father of fairy tale. He passed away on August 4th, 1875, at the age of 70.
2011年8月4日是“童話之父”安徒生去世136周年。 他于1875年8月4日逝世，享年70歲。
Hans Christian Andersen (April 2, 1805 – August 4, 1875) was a Danish author, fairy tale writer, and poet noted for his children’s stories. These include “The Steadfast Tin Soldier”, “The Snow Queen”, “The Little Mermaid”, “Thumbelina”, “The Little Match Girl”, and “The Ugly Duckling”.
漢斯·克里斯欽·安徒生是著名的丹麥童話作家和詩(shī)人，以他的童話作品聞名世界。代表作有 《小錫兵》、《冰雪女王》、《小美人魚》、《拇指姑娘》、《賣火柴的小女孩》、《丑小鴨》等等。
During his lifetime he was acclaimed for having delighted children worldwide, and was feted by royalty. His poetry and stories have been translated into more than 150 languages. They have inspired motion pictures, plays, ballets, and animated films.
安徒生生前曾得到皇家的致敬，并被高度贊揚(yáng)為給全世界的孩子帶來了歡樂。他的作品已經(jīng)被譯為150多種語言，成千上萬冊(cè)童話書在全球陸續(xù)發(fā)行出版。他的童話故事還激發(fā)了大量電影，舞臺(tái)劇，芭蕾舞劇以及電影動(dòng)畫的制作。
Born in the small town of Odense, Denmark in 1805, Andersen’s life was not easy.
安徒生在1805年出生于丹麥的歐登賽這座小鎮(zhèn)里，當(dāng)時(shí)的他日子過得并不好。
His father was a sickly man and his mother washed clothing for a living. His mother wasn’t highly educated, but because she was superstitious, she introduced Andersen to folklore.
他的父親體弱多病，而母親則靠洗衣服維持家計(jì)。他母親沒受過高等教育，但因?yàn)樗苊孕�，所以帶安徒生認(rèn)識(shí)了許多民間傳說。
This encouraged his love of stories, plays, and the theater at a young age. These hobbies, which were combined with Andersen’s love of literature, eventually helped him become a famous writer.
這使得他在小小年紀(jì)時(shí)就熱愛故事、劇本和戲劇。這些嗜好與安徒生對(duì)文學(xué)的熱愛相互結(jié)合，使他最后成為一位著名的作家。
Andersen was forced to start working after his father passed away in 1816. For a time, he worked as a tailor, and then in a tobacco factory.
安徒生的父親于1816年過世后，他便被迫開始工作。他曾一度以裁縫師為職，之后又在煙草工廠上班。
At 14, he moved to Copenhagen to become a singer. However, after his voice changed, a director at the Royal Theater arranged for Andersen to go back to school.
十四歲時(shí)，他搬到哥本哈根，成了一位歌手。不過在安徒生變聲之后，皇家劇院的一位導(dǎo)演便安排安徒生回學(xué)校念書。
Andersen began his writing career by writing plays and poems for a local journal.
安徒生藉由幫一家當(dāng)?shù)氐?雜志撰寫劇本和詩(shī)而開始他的寫作生涯。
Then, in 1835, he broke into novel writing with The Improvisator.The plot of this novel is the basis of many of Andersen’s works.
然后于1835年，他以《即興詩(shī)人》一書打入了寫小說的領(lǐng)域中。這本小說的情節(jié)是安徒生許多作品的根基。
In general, Andersen’s stories are mostly about a main character who has to face many problems while he or she is pursuing happiness.
大體上，安徒生的故事是描述一位主角在追求快樂的同時(shí)還必須面對(duì)許多難題。
Despite his success in novel writing, it was children’s tales that eventually brought Hans Christian Andersen fame.
盡管他在小說寫作上頗為成功，終將名氣帶給安徒生的還是兒童故事。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 7
印度故事《駝甕俱失》。
從前有一個(gè)人, 在甕里灌滿了谷子。
他家的駱駝把頭伸進(jìn)甕里吃谷子，但是頭退不出來了。有個(gè)老人告訴主人說：“我教你一個(gè)辦法，只要砍掉駱駝的.頭，它就會(huì)自動(dòng)地出來”。主人聽了老人的話，就用刀砍下了駱駝的頭。
把駱駝殺了，但還是沒解決問題。
直到打破了甕，才把頭取了出來。這個(gè)蠢人遭到了眾人的譏笑。
Indian story "Camels and urns are lost."
In the past there was a man filled with millet in an urn.
His family camel put his head into the urns to eat millet, but the head did not come out. An old man told the owner: " I teach you a way to cut the camels head and it will come out automatically." When the master listened to the old man, he cut the head of the camel with a knife.
Kill the camel, but still did not solve the problem.
Until the urn was broken, it was taken out. The fool got ridiculed by all.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 8
One morning, grandpa told the rabbit rabbit defeat the true story of a rabbit family, said that when the running champion flag fall on the turtle family, the small rabbit never could resist anger in my heart, suddenly stood up and said, I want to get him back! He rushed out to the turtle house and said, "I want to run with you." "Better than that! "Its a deal! "Its just an island! Its only better than rowing." "I am a sportsman, more than anything else." The little rabbit pat on the chest, indeed the rabbit sports score is the first in the island. They each made a boat out to sea. "Im a turtle, but I dont need a boat." The turtle kept muttering to himself. "Wait a minute, ref." "Cried the rabbit. Then grandpa rabbit came. Needless to say, he was the only judge. "Ready... The two ships started almost at the same time, and their boat sailed into the sea, when the waves surged, "not good." It was just trying to turn the bow back. But it was late, their ship was struck by the waves mercilessly...
"Are you all right? "Good." When they woke up, they found themselves on a deserted island. There was no one on the island, but the fruit trees were much better. They found a treasure map below. "this is a treasure island. The treasure is hidden on the mountain. Lets go up the hill!" "Set off!
They climbed up the hill and found a voice on the mountain. There were two people in front of them. "its a bear gang, the world knows it." One of the two was as strong as an ox, and a crafty man. "It must have been for the treasure." "We will find them before them." At that time, the little turtle was lazy, and he stayed there. Suddenly, a door opened slowly behind the turtle, and the little turtle crept into it with curiosity. The inside was so dark that the rabbit chased it in. The door was closed and the hole lit up, and there was a treasure chest in front of them. The little turtle ran forward, and there was a blanket and a golden pot in the box. "what is it for?" The two men threw themselves on the blankets and sat up and said, "this blanket will fly." The blanket started slowly. "I am a blanket, and I can change any vehicle." "Screamed the rabbit." its a treasure!"
The bear gang is on a helicopter, chasing the turtles, "the wanghu carpet fighter." The kaleidoscope turned into a fighter jet. A missile flew to the helicopter. The helicopter shot down. Whats the use of this pot?" "I am the lamp, can realize your three wishes." "We want some food." There was a lot of food in front of them. "Were going home." Soon they were back home. "We have no bad people in the world." After a while, all the bad guys disappeared. Since then the world has become more peaceful, and they have not only become good friends, but also the warriors of the world, and a magic carpet to send them to school.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 9
ONE WINTER a Farmer found a Snake stiff and frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it up, placed it in his bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal wound.
"Oh," cried the Farmer with his last breath, "I am rightly served for pitying a scoundrel." The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful .
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 10
The Miser.
A MISER sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations.
A neighbor, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, "Pray do not grieve so; but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not make the slightest use of it."
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 11
Red and red rabbits learn to run with teacher ma. The teacher took the red horse ran on, they went through the woods, they crossed a small hill near Red tired sweaty.
How he wished he could stop and have a good rest. The red and red gradually fell behind, and one accidentally stumbled on the ground by a pile of wood. This is not a light fall, even the new clothes are broken, red and red pain to cry loudly. Teacher Ma heard crying back immediately back, said: "red, stick to the victory, a little difficult to shrink back certainly not, to be strong Oh." Red and red listened to the teachers words, stood up from the ground, and the parrot on the tree encouraged, "red, come on! You will be successful." "
Get a nod of red and red, dry your tears and go ahead. Later, the red rabbit cry in the forest games won the running champion, he can be excited!
小兔紅紅跟著馬老師學(xué)習(xí)長(zhǎng)跑。馬老師帶著紅紅一邊跑一邊講解，他們穿過了一片小樹林，又越過了一座小山坡，不久紅紅就累得汗流浹背了。
他多么希望能夠停下來，好好休息一會(huì)兒啊。 紅紅漸漸落后了，一不小心被一個(gè)木樁狠狠地絆倒在了地上。這一下可摔得不輕，連新衣服都磕破了，紅紅痛得大聲哭 了起來。馬老師聽到哭聲馬上返了回來，說：“紅紅，堅(jiān)持才能勝利，碰到一點(diǎn)困難就退縮肯定不行，要堅(jiān)強(qiáng)哦�！� 紅紅聽了老師的話，從地上站了起來，樹上的鸚鵡也鼓 勵(lì)道：“紅紅，加油!你一定會(huì)成功的.�！�
紅紅點(diǎn)了點(diǎn)頭，擦干眼淚繼續(xù)向前跑。后來呀，哭鼻子的小兔紅紅在森林運(yùn)動(dòng)會(huì)上贏得了長(zhǎng)跑冠軍，他可興奮啦!
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 12
There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge1on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught2 but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentleys father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude3abounding4 here. Now we were here, post World War II, post Korean War, Vietnam War on thebrink5. So much learned, so much yet to learn.
Peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter6, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a CooperHawk7 that had smashed down through trees for a squealing8 rabbit, yap of a fox at a youngster, a skunk9 at rooting.
We had pitched camp in the near darkness, Ed LeBlanc, Brother Bentley, Walter Ruszkowski, myself. A dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. Now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a loggers path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought wed again have no traffic, came a growling10 engine, an old solid body van, a Chevy, the kind I had driven for Frankie Pike and the Lobster11 Pound in Lynn delivering lobsters12 throughout the Merrimack Valley. It had pre-WW II high fenders, a faded black paint on a body youd swear had been hammered out of corrugated13 steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. Two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment14 of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer ofammunition15 on the band. They could have been conscripts for Emilano Zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.
"Mornin, been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass16 coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. His hands were large, the fingers long and I could picture them in a shop barn working aprimal17 plane across the face of a maple18 board. Custom-made, old elegance19, those hands said.
"Barely had coffee," Ed LeBlanc said, the most vocal1 of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "Weve got a whole pot almost. Have what you want." The pot was pointed2out sitting on a hunk of grill3 across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. The pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents4 scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. Once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, wed gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though wed often unearth5 our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. Coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. It is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon6 in you, stoke last evenings cheese and pepperoni. First man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. That means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers7 of false dawn. I suspect thats where "scrambled8 eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. So, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings9, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.
"Youre early enough for eggs and bacon if you need a start." Eddie added, his invitation tossedkindly10 into the morning air, his smile a match for morning sun, a man of welcomes. "We have hot cakes, kulbassa, home fries, if you want." We have the food of kings if you really want to know. There were nights we sat at his kitchen table at 101 Main Street, Saugus, Massachusetts planning the trip, planning each meal, planning the campsite. Some menus were founded on a case of beer, a late night, a curse or two on the ride to work when day started.
"Been there aready," the other man said, his weaponry also noted11 by us, a little more orderly in its presentation, including an old Boy Scout12 sash across his chest, the galaxy13of flies in supreme14 positioning. They were old Yankees, in the face and frame the pair of them undoubtedly15 brothers, staunch, written into early routines, probably had been up at three oclock to get here at this hour. They were taller than we were, no fat on their frames, wide-shouldered, big-handed, barely coming out of their reserve, but fishermen. That fact alone would win any of us over. Obviously, theyd been around, a heft of time already accrued16.
Then the pounding came, from inside the truck, as if a tire iron was beating at the sides of the vehicle. It was not a timid banging, not a minor1 signal. Bang! Bang! it came, and Bang! again. And the voice of authority from some place in space, some regal spot in the universe. "Im not sitting here the livelong day whilst you boys gab2 away." A toothless meshing3 came in his words, like Walter Brennan at work in the jail in Rio Bravo or some such movie.
"Comin, pa," one of them said, the most orderly one, the one with the old scout4 sash riding him like a bandoleer.
They pulled open the back doors of the van, swung them wide, to show His Venerable Self, ageless, white-bearded, felt hat too loaded with an arsenal5 of flies, sitting on a white wicker rocker with a rope holding him to a piece of vertical6 angle iron, the crude kind that could have been on early subways or trolley7 cars. Across his lap he held three delicate fly rods, old as him, thin, bamboo in color, probably too slight for a lakes three-pounder. But on the Pine River, upstream or downstream, under alders8 choking some parts of the rivers flow, at a significant pool where side streams merge9 and phantom10 trout11 hang out their eternal promise, most elegant, fingertip elegant.
"Oh, boy," Eddie said at an aside, "theres the boss man, and look at those tools."Admiration12 leaked from his voice.
Rods were taken from the caring hands, the rope untied13, and His Venerable Self, white wicker rocker and all, was lifted from the truck and set by our campfire. I was willing to bet that my sister Pat, the dealer14 in antiques, would scoop15 up that rocker if given the slightest chance. The old one looked about the campsite, noted17 clothes drying from a previous days rain, order of equipment and supplies aligned18 the way we always kept them, the canvas of our tent taut19 and true in its expanse, our fishing rods off the ground and placed atop the flyleaf so as not to tempt20 raccoons with smelly cork21 handles, no garbage in sight. He nodded.
We had passed muster22.
"You the ones leave it cleaner than you find it ever year. We knowed sunthin bout16 you. Never disturbed you afore. But we share the good spots." He looked closely at Brother Bentley, nodded a kind of recognition. "Your daddy ever fish here, son?"
Brother must have passed through the years in a hurry, remembering his father bringing him here as a boy. "A ways back," Brother said in his clipped North Saugus fashion, outlander, specific, no waste in his words. Old Oren Bentley, it had been told us, had walked five miles through the unknown woods off Route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite, the remnants of an old lodge1, and a great curve in the Pine River so that a miles walk in either direction gave you three miles of stream to fish, upstream or downstream. Paradise up north.
His Venerable Self nodded again, a man of signals, then said, "Knowed him way back some. Met him at the Iron Bridge. We passed a few times." Instantly we could see the story. A whole history of encounter was in his words; it marched right through us the way knowledge does, as well as legend. He pointed2 at the coffeepot. "The boysll be off, but my days down there get cut up some. Ill sit a while and take some of thet." He said thet too pronounced, too dramatic, and it was a short time before I knew why.
The white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion, his head nodded again. Hespoke3 to his sons. "You boys be back no moren two-three hours so these fellers can do their things too, and keep the place tidied up."
The most orderly son said, "Sure, pa. Two-three hours." The two elderly sons left the campsite and walked down the path to the banks of the Pine River, their boots swishing at thigh4 line, the most elegant rods pointing the way through scattered5 limbs, experience on the move.Trout6 beware, we thought.
"We been carpenters fever," he said, the clip still in his words. "Those boys a mine been some good at it too." His head cocked, he seemed to listen for their departure, the leaves and branches quiet, the murmur7 of the stream a tinkling8 idyllic9 music rising up the banking10. Old Venerable Himself moved the wicker rocker forward and back, a small timing11 taking place. He was hearing things we had not heard yet, the whole symphony all around us. Eddie looked at me and nodded his own nod. It said, "Im paying attention and I know you are. This is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the river we love, that we come to twice a year, in May with the mayflies, in June with the black flies." The gift and the scourge12, wed often remember, having been both scarred and sewn by it.
Brother was still at memory, we could tell. Silence we thought was heavy about us, but there was so much going on. A bird talked to us from a high limb1. A fox called to her young. We were on the Pine River once again, nearly a hundred miles from home, in Paradise2.
"Names Roger Treadwell. Boys are Nathan and Truett." The introductions had been accounted for.
Old Venerable Roger Treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leaned forward and said, "You boys wouldnt have a couple spare beers, would ya?"
Now thats the way to start the day on the Pine River.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 13
There are many mice in the house. The man of the house has a cat. The cat kills(殺死)many of them .
Then the oldest mouse says, "All mice come to my room tonight. Let us put our heads together and think what to do. We can do about(除掉)the cat. All the mice come. Many mice speak , but no one knows what to do. At last a young mouse stands up and says, "We must put a bell(鈴)on the cat. When the cat comes near, we can hear the bell and run away and hide. (躲藏) So the cat will not catch any of us. “But,” the old mouse asks, " who will put the bell on the cat?" No mouse answers .The old mouse waits, but no one answers. At last the old mouse says, "It is easy to say things; but it is hard to do them."
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 14
A cock was once strutting up and down the farmyard among the hens when suddenly he espied something shinning amid the straw.
"Ho! ho!" quoth he, "thats for me," and soon rooted it out from beneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard?
"You may be a treasure," quoth Master Cock, "to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls."
Precious things are for those that can prize them.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 15
公雞和寶玉
a cock in the field for themselves and hens are in search of food. he found a piece of gem, it is baoyu said: “if it were not, but found the owner, he would very much treasure to bring up to; but found it useless. its all baoyu world, we might as well be a wheat good stars. ”
it is said that he is the real thing to be precious
一只公雞在田野里為自己和母雞們尋找食物。他發(fā)現(xiàn)了一塊寶玉，便對(duì)寶玉說：“若不是，而是的'主人找到了，他會(huì)非常珍惜地把撿起來；但發(fā)現(xiàn)了卻毫無用處。與其得到世界上一切寶玉，倒不如得到一顆麥子好�！�
這是說自己需的東西才是真正珍貴的。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 16
The next day, he went back to the third little pig’s house with a really big, friendly smile.
Little pigs, you are so smart. You are much smarter than me. I am sorry I tried to hurt you. Let’s be buddies. I know a really good field with lots of carrots. Do you want to go with me? Hmmm. That sounds nice. Where is the field, and when do you want to go? The field is very close. It’s on the side of farmer jack’s barn. I will come back tomorrow at six in the morning.
When the wolf left, the first little pig and the second little pig turned to their brother and said. Are you crazy? He is going to eat you! He doesn’t want to eat carrots, he wants to eat you! The wolf will have to find me first. Don’t worry.
Just wait and see. That night, the wolf was thinking to himself, finally, tomorrow I will be able to eat a tender, delicious pig. He fell asleep dreaming of pork chops, bacon and ham.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 17
國(guó)君的寵妃
in ancient times, to defend the country where a woman, looked beautiful, she is the defending monarch fconcubine avorite. according to the law to defend the country, no matter who, if not allowed by the monarchs carriage, it is necessary to impose the penalty off his legs. on one occasion, the princesss mother who is seriously ill and was in the middle of the night came to tell her. she monarch on the carriage ride, the mother came to visit. subsequently, the monarch did not punish her, but also a few praise her. “she is, however there are filial ah!” he said, “to her mother, and even run the risk of cut feet.”
古時(shí)候，衛(wèi)國(guó)地方有一位女子，長(zhǎng)得很漂亮，她是衛(wèi)國(guó)國(guó)君最寵愛的妃子。根據(jù)衛(wèi)國(guó)的法律，無論是誰，如果沒有得到允許而乘坐國(guó)君的馬車，就要處以斬去雙腳的`刑罰。有一次，這位王妃的母親患了重病，有人在半夜里趕來把消息告訴了她。于是她就乘坐國(guó)君的馬車，趕去看望母親。事后，國(guó)君不僅沒有懲罰她，而且還夸獎(jiǎng)了她幾句。“她是多么有孝心�。 彼f，“她為了母親，甚至冒了砍掉雙腳的危險(xiǎn)�！�
后來又有一天，她正和國(guó)君在花園里嬉戲。他拿了一只桃子吃，吃到一半覺得這只桃子特別甜，于是就把它讓給了國(guó)君吃。國(guó)君說：“她是多么愛我啊，愿意把最好的東西讓給我。”
但是，這位王妃的美貌漸漸消逝，國(guó)君就開始冷淡她了。
后來有一次，她無意中冒犯了國(guó)君，國(guó)君就說：“是不是有一次你未經(jīng)允許，就乘坐了我的馬車？是不是你把吃剩的桃子給我吃？”
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 18
Once there was a boy who lived on a farm. Every day he had to take his father’s sheep to a hill. One day he tried to play a trick on the other people. He said to himself. I will call “wolf. wolf.” then everyone come to help me. It will be fun when they find out there is no wolf after all. So he cried: “wolf .wolf.” and everyone ran to help him. When they came he just said: “there is no wolf. It was only a joke.” He did this three times.
Then one day a wolf really came. “Help! Help! The wolf is here.” called the boy. But everyone said: “No you know that there is no wolf. He is just calling us for fun. There is no danger.” So they did not go to help the boy. The wolf killed all the sheep then.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 19
In the forest，there is a bear and his mother.
One day，mother bear said to the bear，"son，you have grown up. You should go to the city to see what the house looks like in the city."
On the second day，the bear got up early and set off after breakfast.
When bear walked along the road，he raised his head high. "Oh！No，no！" The bear could not help crying. Originally，cubs found that the houses in the city were too many，colorful，and shapes were various.
"Why，where is the white cross on the roof？" Walking along，the bear came to the door of a black house. The sika deer hung a camera on its chest and warmly invited the bear to take a picture. Little bear was afraid to run and run，and muttered in his mouth："the dark house is so scared."
The little bear is tired and wants to rest. He saw a green house in front of him. He thought，"this is probably the park. Ill go in and sit down for a while." As soon as the bear came into the door，he saw that the elephant in green clothes was busy receiving customers. He would knock on the postmark，hit the computer for a while，and write later.
The bear grasped the hair strangely. "Where have I been？"
Little boy，can you tell the bear where it has been in the city and where it has been？
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 20
A man once bought a brilliantly-coloured parrot. Instead of locking it up in a cage or chaining it to a perch, he allowed it to fly free all over the house. The parrot was delighted at this and flapped from room to room, shrieking and screaming with happiness. At last he settled on the edge of a rich curtain.
"Who on earth are you ?" said a cross voice from below. "Stop that terrible noise at once."
The parrot saw a cat staring up at him from the carpet.
"I m a parrot. I ve just arrived and I m to make as much noise as I can," he said.
"Well, I ve lived here all my life," replied the cat ."I was born in this very house and I learned from my mother that it is best to keep quiet here."
"Keep quiet then, "said the parrot cheerfully. "I dont know what you do around here, but I know my job. My master bought me for my voice and Im going to make sure he hears it."
Different people are valued for different things.
鸚鵡和貓
從前，有人買了一只毛色鮮艷的鸚鵡。他沒有把鸚鵡關(guān)在籠子里，也沒有用鏈條把他拴在棲木上，而讓他在家里自由自在地飛來飛去。鸚鵡對(duì)此十分高興，撲動(dòng)翅膀，從一間屋子飛到另一間屋子，愉快地尖聲叫著，最終停在華麗的帷幔的邊上。
"你到底是誰？"從下頭傳來怒氣沖沖的說話聲，"立刻住嘴，別發(fā)出那難聽的.聲音。"
鸚鵡看見地毯上有一只貓?zhí)ь^看著他。
"我是鸚鵡。我剛到，我要使勁地吵吵。"他說。 "那你就一聲不響吧，"鸚鵡歡快地說，"我不明白你在這兒干什么，可我明白我的活兒。主人為了我的聲音才買我，我必須得讓他聽到。"
不一樣的人因有不一樣的特點(diǎn)而受重視。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 21
A boy was playing in the fields when he was stung by a nettle . He ran home to tell his mother what had happened.
"I only touched it lightly," he said, "and the nasty thing stung me."
"It stung you because you only touched it lightly," his mother told him." Next time you touch a nettle grasp it as tightly as you can. Then it wont sting you at all."
Face danger boldly.
男孩和蕁麻
有個(gè)男孩子在地里玩耍，被蕁麻刺痛了。他跑回家去，告訴媽媽出了什么事。
"我可是輕輕地碰了它一下，"他說，"那厭惡的東西就把我刺痛了。"
"你只輕輕地碰了它一下，所以它才刺痛你，"媽媽對(duì)他說，"下一回你再碰到蕁麻，就盡量緊緊地抓住它。那它就根本不會(huì)刺痛你了。"
要敢于應(yīng)對(duì)危險(xiǎn)。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 22
One day passed by Jackson Panshan Baoji market, customer and butcher overheard dialogue. The customer of the butcher said: "give me a pound of meat cut."
Listen to the butcher, butcher asked: "what a piece of meat is not good?"
The customer was shocked, while on the side of the mountain but understand a Baoji jackson.
We always felt that the present work is not ideal, there are many complaints, such as: "the environment is not good enough, the wage than other company employees to bottom, feel that their brand is relatively small, with a lot of disappointments." In fact, "a piece of meat which is not good?"
No matter what kind of company, what kind of work environment, how much you put into this job, how much you will get. The key is how you look at it.
盤山寶積禪師有一天路過市場(chǎng)時(shí)，偶然聽到顧客與屠夫的對(duì)話。顧客對(duì)屠夫說：“給我割一斤好肉。”
屠夫聽了，放下屠刀反問：“哪一塊不是好肉呢？”
顧客當(dāng)時(shí)怔住，而在一旁的盤山寶積禪師卻領(lǐng)悟了。
我們總是感到，現(xiàn)在的工作不夠理想，有很多的抱怨，如：“工作的.環(huán)境不夠好、開的工薪比其它公司的員工要底、覺得自己的公司品牌比較小等等，有著很多的不如意�！倍鴮�(shí)際上，“哪一塊肉是不好的呢？”
不論在什么樣的公司里，什么樣的工作環(huán)境中，你對(duì)這份工作投入了多少你就會(huì)收獲多少。關(guān)鍵在于你如何看待。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 23
The Bank of france. Now the young Sarto was unemployed and had fifty-one job rejection, when his fifty-second job rejection to go out, find a needle head of the bank on the doorstep, he bent down to pick it up.
The second day, he received a notification of the bank.
Originally, he squatted down to pick up the needle scene is just the banks chairman saw. The chairman believes that the bank engaged in work, are in need of such spirit of Rafael Sarto.
Maybe he is not a lucky million, but you can guarantee this luck will not come upon you? I believe the success of him, including the Bank of France and finally become the king. He is not only because of his good luck, but the key is that he fully prepared. It is not a temporary move his needle, and he should be good to follow up the details of an attitude. That is to say, if you know the details of the implementation details of the Rafael Sarto spirit you have found the details, dont you succeed?
法國(guó)銀行大王賈庫(kù)。拉非薩托年輕時(shí)一度失業(yè)，曾五十一次求職遭拒絕，當(dāng)他第五十二次求職遭拒絕后走出去時(shí)，發(fā)現(xiàn)這家銀行門前的臺(tái)階上有一枚打頭針，就彎腰把它撿了起來。
第二天，他收到了這家銀行的錄用通知。
原來，他蹲下?lián)灬樀那榫罢帽汇y行的懂事長(zhǎng)看見了。懂事長(zhǎng)認(rèn)為，從事銀行工作的人，正需要有拉斐薩托的這種精神。
或許他是萬中無一的幸運(yùn)兒，但你能保證這種幸運(yùn)不會(huì)降臨在你的`身上嗎？我相信成功的他，包括：最后成為法國(guó)銀行大王。他不僅僅是因?yàn)樗暮眠\(yùn)，更關(guān)鍵的是，他做好了充分的準(zhǔn)備。撿針不是他的一時(shí)之舉，而應(yīng)該是他能夠很好跟進(jìn)細(xì)節(jié)的一種態(tài)度。這也就是說如果你擁有發(fā)現(xiàn)細(xì)節(jié)、了解細(xì)節(jié)、執(zhí)行細(xì)節(jié)的拉斐薩托精神，難道你不會(huì)成功嗎？
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 24
Long ago,there was a big cat in the house. He caught many mice while they were stealingfood.
One day the mice had a meetingto talk about the way to deal with their common enemy. Some said this,andsome said that.
At last a young mouse gotup, and said that he had a good idea.
"We could tie a bellaround the neck of the cat. Then when he comes near, we can hear the sound ofthe bell, and run away."
Everyone approved of thisproposal, but an old wise mouse got up and said, "That is all very well,but who will tie the bell to the cat?" The mice looked at each other, butnobody spoke.
從前，一所房子里面有一只大貓，他抓住了很多偷東西的老鼠。
一天，老鼠在一起開會(huì)商量如何對(duì)付他們奇特的.敵人。會(huì)上大家各有各的主張，最后，一只小老鼠站出來說他有一個(gè)好主意。
“咱們可能在貓的脖子上綁一個(gè)鈴鐺，那么如果他來到附近，咱們聽到鈴聲就能夠立即逃跑�！�
大家都同意這個(gè)倡導(dǎo)，這時(shí)一只聰明的老耗子站出來說：“這確切是個(gè)絕妙的主意，然而誰來給貓的脖子上綁鈴鐺呢?”老鼠們面面相覷，誰也不談話。
寓意：有些事件說起來容易，做起來卻很難。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 25
King mountain is a monster, and he likes to eat little animals. In winter, the king of the mountain went to hunt with a slingshot on his back. He didnt hit an animal.
The king saw a small fish in the lake, for the other big fish were eaten by the king of the mountain. The king of the mountain saw a little bird in the woods. "Come on, hes too small to eat him." The king returned home and felt the half of the bread in his pocket. The king of the mountain cried, "how poor I am, hungry, cold, and lonely." The little bird flew in through the hole in the window. The little bird also cried, "Im hungry, Im cold, and Im lonely, too." "Dont cry," said the king. "Lets eat these bread crumbs." The little bird took the crumbs and flew out. The king of the mountain felt strange and went out: "where will the little bird go?" the little bird threw the crumbs into the water. "The little bird was the little fish that left the crumbs to the lake." The king of the mountain ran home and held a big basin. He put the little fish into the bowl and ran home. The king of the mountain said, "will you spend the winter with me in my broken house, will you?" the little bird and the little fish said, "yes."
The king of the mountain began to bake bread. He thought, "from then on, Id like to eat bread with little birds and little fish." The king no longer eats small animals, and he is no longer alone.
山大王是個(gè)怪物，最喜歡吃小動(dòng)物。 冬天，山大王又背上彈弓去打獵。他一只動(dòng)物也沒打到。
山大王看見湖里有一條小魚，因?yàn)閯e的'大魚都被山大王吃光了。山大王又看見樹林里有一只小小鳥。 “算了，他太小，不吃他了吧�！鄙酱笸趸氐郊依铮隹诖锏陌雮�(gè)面包。山大王哭了起來：“我多么可憐，又餓、又冷、又孤單�！� 小小鳥從窗戶的破洞里飛了進(jìn)來。小小鳥也哭著：“我也餓，我也冷，我也孤單�！鄙酱笸跽f：“別哭了，這些面包屑給你吃吧�！� 小小鳥銜起面包屑，飛了出去。山大王覺得奇怪，跟了出去：“小小鳥要去哪里呢?”小小鳥把面包屑丟進(jìn)水里去。 山大王這才明白：“原來，小小鳥是把面包屑留給湖里的小小魚呀。”山大王跑回家，捧來一只大盆。他把小小魚接進(jìn)盆里，跑回家去。 山大王說：“請(qǐng)你們?cè)谖业钠莆堇�，和我一起過冬天，行嗎?小小鳥和小小魚都說：“行。”
山大王開始烤面包。他想：“從此以后，我要和小小鳥、小小魚一起吃面包�！鄙酱笸踉僖膊怀孕�(dòng)物了，他也不再感到孤單了。
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 26
Two madmen were talking in the mental hospital, and one said, "I have decided to give my sister to you in marriage once we are out of here." The other man said, "No, thank you. It cannot be so." He asked, "Why？" The man answered , "Because,according to our family tradition only relatives get married. We cannot marry an outsider." The other man asked, "How come there is such a family custom？" He said, "You see, my grandmother married my grandfather. My mother married my father, my sister married my brother—in—law, and so on. How can I marry your sister？"
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 27
Lord Ye’s Love of the Dragon
葉公好龍
There is a young man, Lord Ye. He likes dragons vey much. He draws many dragons in his house. The house becomes a world of dragon.
有個(gè)年輕人，姓葉，非常喜歡龍。他在屋里面畫了許多許多龍。這屋子都快成了龍的世界。
A red dragon hears of Lord Ye, and is deeply moved. He wants to visit Lord Ye and makes a friend with him.
一龍真龍聽說了葉公的事，很受感動(dòng)，就想去拜訪葉公，和他交個(gè)朋友。
“Hi, Mr. Ye! Nice to meet you,” the real dragon comes to visit Mr. Ye.
“嘿。葉先生！很高興見到你�！边@條真龍拜訪葉先生了。
Ye runs away as fast as he can. “Oh, my God! Help! Help!” He runs and shouts.
可是葉先生飛快地逃了。還邊跑邊喊：“啊，我的天��！救命！救命！”
詞義解析：
1.young：年輕的'
2.dragon：龍
3.draw：畫
4.house：房子
5.deeply：深深地
6.moved：感動(dòng)的
7.visit：拜訪
8.shout：喊叫
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 28
One morning a fox sees a cock.He think,"This is my breakfast.
He comes up to the cock and says,"I know you can sing ve][ry well.Can you sing for me?The cock is glad.He closes his eyes and begins
to sing.The fox sees that and caches him in his mouth and carries him away.
The people in the field see the fox.They cry,"Look,look!The fox is carrying the cock away.The cock says to the fox,"Mr Fox,do you understand?The people say you are carrying their cock them it is theirs.
The fox opens his mouth ang says,"The cock is mine,not yours.Just then the cock runs away from the fox and flies into the tree.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 29
Cindy lived on a farm. Her father had a lot of horses. She always wanted her to have a pony of her own.
One day, the ranch was born a pony, and it was born without a tail, otherwise it would be perfect.
Her father told her they were going to let her take care of the pony.
But Cindy said she didnt want to look after a pony without a tail.
But when she took care of the other ponies, the little horse with no tail clung to her, and gradually she began to care about the pony.
One day, in order for Cindy to ride her, her father decided to help her train her horse. He bought her a beautiful saddle and Cindy would brush her mount.
Cindys mother asked her what the horse was called, and she was going to call her horse, but she thought about it,
Finally, she said, "although she has no tail, she is still a princess. So, Ill call her princess."
After that, Cindy would ride around with the princess every day.
The princess with no tail, grew up to be the most beautiful horse Cindy ever saw!
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 30
The horse of Confucius’s chariot escaped to the farmer’s field and ate the crop during the rest time. The farmer kept the horse in custody.
The eloquent Zi Gong went to argue with the farmer, but out of his expectation, the farmer would not listen to him.
At that time another farmer who had just come to study under Confucius came over and said to the former farmer, “You don’t cultivate land by the east sea, and I don’t farm by the west sea. Since we are so close to each other, it is impossible to prevent my horse from eating your crop.”
Hearing this, the former farmer became delighted, and said to the second farmer, “What you said is quite right, making much more sense than the person person before you!” So he gave the horse to him right away.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 31
IT was bitterly cold, the sky glittered with stars, and not a breeze stirred. "Bump" an old pot was thrown at a neighbors door; and "bang, bang," went the guns, for they were greeting the New Year.
It was New Years Eve, and the church clock was striking twelve.
"Tantarara, tantarara," sounded the horn, and the mailcoach came lumbering up. The clumsy vehicle stopped at the gate of the town; all the places had been taken, for there were twelve passengers in the coach.
"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried the people in the town; for in every house the New Year was being welcomed; and as the clock struck, they stood up, the full glasses in their hands, to drink success to the new comer. "A happy New Year," was the cry; "a pretty wife, plenty of money, and no sorrow or care."
The wish passed round, and the glasses clashed together till they rang again; while before the towngate the mail coach stopped with the twelve strange passengers. And who were these strangers? Each of them had his passport and his luggage with him; they even brought presents for me, and for you, and for all the people in the town. "Who were they? what did they want? and what did they bring with them?"
"Goodmorning," they cried to the sentry at the towngate.
"Goodmorning," replied the sentry; for the clock had struck twelve. "Your name and profession?" asked the sentry of the one who alighted first from the carriage.
"See for yourself in the passport," he replied. "I am myself;" and a famous fellow he looked, arrayed in bearskin and fur boots.
"I am the man on whom many persons fix their hopes. Come to me tomorrow, and Ill give you a New Years present. I throw shillings and pence among the people; I give balls, no less than thirtyone; indeed, that is the highest number I can spare for balls. My ships are often frozen in, but in my offices it is warm and comfortable. My name is JANUARY. Im a merchant, and I generally bring my accounts with me."
Then the second alighted. He seemed a merry fellow. He was a director of a theatre, a manager of masked balls, and a leader of all the amusements we can imagine. His luggage consisted of a great cask.
"Well dance the bung out of the cask at carnival time," said he;
"Ill prepare a merry tune for you and for myself too. Unfortunately I have not long to live the shortest time, in fact, of my whole family only twentyeight days. Sometimes they pop me in a day extra; but I trouble myself very little about that. Hurrah!"
"You must not shout so," said the sentry.
"Certainly I may shout," retorted the man; "Im Prince Carnival, travelling under the name of FEBRUARY."
The third now got out. He looked a personification of fasting; but he carried his nose very high, for he was related to the "forty (k)nights," and was a weather prophet. But that is not a very lucrative office, and therefore he praised fasting. In his buttonhole he carried a little bunch of violets, but they were very small.
"MARCH, March," the fourth called after him, slapping him on the shoulder, "dont you smell something? Make haste into the guard room; theyre drinking punch there; thats your favorite drink. I can smell it out here already. Forward, Master March." But it was not true; the speaker only wanted to remind him of his name, and to make an APRIL fool of him; for with that fun the fourth generally began his career. He looked very jovial, did little work, and had the more holidays. "If the world were only a little more settled," said he: "but sometimes Im obliged to be in a good humor, and sometimes a bad one, according to circumstances; now rain, now sunshine. Im kind of a house agent, also a manager of funerals. I can laugh or cry, according to circumstances. I have my summer wardrobe in this box here, but it would be very foolish to put it on now. Here I am. On Sundays I go out walking in shoes and white silk stockings, and a muff."
After him, a lady stepped out of the coach. She called herself Miss MAY. She wore a summer dress and overshoes; her dress was a light green, and she wore anemones in her hair. She was so scented with wildthyme, that it made the sentry sneeze.
"Your health, and God bless you," was her salutation to him.
How pretty she was! and such a singer! not a theatre singer, nor a ballad singer; no, but a singer of the woods; for she wandered through the gay green forest, and had a concert there for her own amusement.
"Now comes the young lady," said those in the carriage; and out stepped a young dame, delicate, proud, and pretty. It was Mistress JUNE, in whose service people become lazy and fond of sleeping for hours. She gives a feast on the longest day of the year, that there may be time for her guests to partake of the numerous dishes at her table. Indeed, she keeps her own carriage; but still she traveled by the mail, with the rest, because she wished to show that she was not highminded. But she was not without a protector; her younger brother, JULY, was with her. He was a plump young fellow, clad in summer garments and wearing a straw hat. He had but very little luggage with him, because it was so cumbersome in the great heat; he had, however, swimmingtrousers with him, which are nothing to carry. Then came the mother herself, in crinoline, Madame AUGUST, a wholesale dealer in fruit, proprietress of a large number of fish ponds and a land cultivator. She was fat and heated, yet she could use her hands well, and would herself carry out beer to the laborers in the field. "In the sweat of the face shalt thou eat bread," said she; "it is written in the Bible." After work, came the recreations, dancing and playing in the Greenwood, and the "harvest homes." She was a thorough housewife.
After her a man came out of the coach, who is a painter; he is the great master of colors, and is named SEPTEMBER. The forest, on his arrival, had to change its colors when he wished it; and how beautiful are the colors he chooses! The woods glow with hues of red and gold and brown. This great master painter could whistle like a blackbird. He was quick in his work, and soon entwined the tendrils of the hop plant around his beer jug. This was an ornament to the jug, and he has a great love for ornament. There he stood with his color pot in his hand, and that was the whole of his luggage. A landowner followed, who in the month for sowing seed attended to the ploughing and was fond of field sports. Squire OCTOBER brought his dog and his gun with him, and had nuts in his game bag. "Crack, crack." He had a great deal of luggage, even an English plough. He spoke of farming, but what he said could scarcely be heard for the coughing and gasping of his neighbor. It was NOVEMBER, who coughed violently as he got out. He had a cold, which caused him to use his pockethandkerchief continually; and yet he said he was obliged to accompany servant girls to their new places, and initiate them into their winter service. He said he thought his cold would never leave him when he went out woodcutting, for he was a master sawyer, and had to supply wood to the whole parish. He spent his evenings preparing wooden soles for skates, for he knew, he said, that in a few weeks these shoes would be wanted for the amusement of skating. At length the last passenger made her appearance, old Mother DECEMBER, with her firestool. The dame was very old, but her eyes glistened like two stars. She carried on her arm a flowerpot, in which a little firtree was growing.
"This tree I shall guard and cherish," she said, "that it may grow large by Christmas Eve, and reach from the ground to the ceiling, to be covered and adorned with flaming candles, golden apples, and little figures. The firestool will be as warm as a stove, and I shall then bring a story book out of my pocket, and read aloud till all the children in the room are quite quiet. Then the little figures on the tree will become lively, and the little waxen angel at the top spread out his wings of goldleaf, and fly down from his green perch. He will kiss every one in the room, great and small; yes, even the poor children who stand in the passage, or out in the street singing a carol about the Star of Bethlehem."
"Well, now the coach may drive away," said the sentry; "we have the whole twelve. Let the horses be put up."
"First, let all the twelve come to me," said the captain on duty, "one after another. The passports I will keep here. Each of them isavailable for one month; when that has passed, I shall write the behavior of each on his passport. Mr. JANUARY, have the goodness to come here." And Mr. January stepped forward.
When a year has passed, I think I shall be able to tell you what the twelve passengers have brought to you, to me, and to all of us. Now I do not know, and probably even they dont know themselves, for we live in strange times.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 32
Once upon a time there were three foxes. They worked and lived happily. The youngest fox became lazy, and often quarreled with the other foxes, away her older brother and brother. The youngest fox lived happily in the warm house and enjoyed a great deal of food. The eldest brother reopened a small hillside for farming. The second man dug a pond, and soon they lived a rich life. The smallest fox ate all the food left by the fox, and at last he was cold and hungry, and could not even stand.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 33
The Iron Stove
Once upon a time when wishes came true there was a kings son who was enchanted by an old witch, so that he was obliged to sit in a large iron stove in a wood. There he lived for many years, and no one could free him. At last a kings daughter came into the wood; she had lost her way, and could not find her fathers kingdom again. She had been wandering round and round for nine days, and she came at last to the iron case. A voice came from within and asked her, Where do you come from, and where do you want to go? She answered, I have lost my way to my fathers kingdom, and I shall never get home again. Then the voice from the iron stove said, I will help you to find your home again, and that in a very short time, if you will promise to do what I ask you. I am a greater prince than you are a princess, and I will marry you. Then she grew frightened, and thought, What can a young lassie do with an iron stove? But as she wanted very much to go home to her father, she promised to do what he wished.
He said, You must come again, and bring a knife with you to scrape a hole in the iron.
Then he gave her someone for a guide, who walked near her and said nothing, but he brought her in two hours to her house. There was great joy in the castle when the Princess came back, and the old King fell on her neck and kissed her. But she was very much troubled, and said, Dear father, listen to what has befallen me! I should never have come home again out of the great wild wood if I had not come to an iron stove, to whom I have had to promise that I will go back to free him and marry him! The old King was so frightened that he nearly fainted, for she was his only daughter. So they consulted together, and determined that the millers daughter, who was very beautiful, should take her place. They took her there, gave her a knife, and said she must scrape at the iron stove. She scraped for twenty-four hours, but did not make the least impression. When the day broke, a voice called from the iron stove, It seems to me that it is day outside. Then she answered, It seems so to me; I think I hear my fathers mill rattling.
So you are a millers daughter! Then go away at once, and tell the Kings daughter to come.
Then she went away, and told the old King that the thing inside the iron stove would not have her, but wanted the Princess. The old King was frightened, and his daughter wept. But they had a swineherds daughter who was even more beautiful than the millers daughter, and they gave her a piece of gold to go to the iron stove instead of the Princess. Then she was taken out, and had to scrape for four-and-twenty hours, but she could make no impression. As soon as the day broke the voice from the stove called out, It seems to be daylight outside. Then she answered, It seems so to me too; I think I hear my father blowing his horn. So you are a swineherd
s daughter! Go away at once, and let the Kings daughter come. And say to her that what I foretell shall come to pass, and if she does not come everything in the kingdom shall fall into ruin, and not one stone shall be left upon another. When the Princess heard this she began to cry, but it was no good; she had to keep her word. She took leave of her father, put a knife in her belt, and went to the iron stove in the wood. As soon as she reached it she began to scrape, and the iron gave way and before two hours had passed she had made a little hole. Then she peeped in and saw such a beautiful youth all shining with gold and precious stones that she fell in love with him on the spot. So she scraped away harder than ever, and made the hole so large that he could get out. Then he said, You are mine, and I am thine; you are my bride and have set me free! He wanted to take her with him to his kingdom, but she begged him just to let her go once more to her father; and the Prince let her go, but told her not to say more than three words to her father, then to come back again. So she went home, but alas! she said MORE THAN THREE WORDS; and immediately the iron stove vanished and went away over a mountain of glass and sharp swords. But the Prince was free, and was no longer shut up in it. Then she said good-bye to her father, and took a little money with her, and went again into the great wood to look for the iron stove; but she could not find it. She sought it for nine days, and then her hunger became so great that she did not know how she could live any longer. And when it was evening she climbed a little tree and wished that the night would not come, because she was afraid of the wild beasts. When midnight came she saw afar off a little light, and thought, Ah! if only I could reach that! Then she got down from the tree and went towards the light. She came to a little old house with a great deal of grass growing round, and stood in front of a little heap of wood. She thought, Alas! what am I coming to? and peeped through the window; but she saw nothing inside except big and little toads, and a table beautifully spread with roast meats and wine, and all the dishes and drinking-cups were of silver. Then she took heart and knocked. Then a fat toad called out:
Little green toad with leg like crook, Open wide the door, and look Who it was the latch that shook.
And a little toad came forward and let her in. When she entered they all bid her welcome, and made her sit down. They asked her how she came there and what she wanted. Then she told everything that had happened to her, and how, because she had exceeded her permission only to speak three words, the stove had disappeared with the Prince; and how she had searched a very long time, and must wander over mountain and valley till she found him.
Then the old toad said:
Little green toad whose leg doth twist, Go to the corner of which you wist, And bring to m
e the large old kist.
And the little toad went and brought out a great chest. Then they gave her food and drink, and led her to a beautifully made bed of silk and samite, on which she lay down and slept soundly. When the day dawned she arose, and the old toad gave her three things out of the huge chest to take with her. She would have need of them, for she had to cross a high glass mountain, three cutting swords, and a great lake. When she had passed these she would find her lover again. So she was given three large needles, a plough-wheel, and three nuts, which she was to take great care of. She set out with these things, and when she came to the glass mountain which was so slippery she stuck the three needles behind her feet and then in front, and so got over it, and when she was on the other side put them carefully away.
Then she reached the three cutting swords, and got on her plough-wheel and rolled over them. At last she came to a great lake, and, when she had crossed that, arrived at a beautiful castle. She went in and gave herself out as a servant, a poor maid who would gladly be engaged. But she knew that the Prince whom she had freed from the iron stove in the great wood was in the castle. So she was taken on as a kitchen-maid for very small wages. Now the Prince was about to marry another princess, for he thought she was dead long ago.
In the evening, when she had washed up and was ready, she felt in her pocket and found the three nuts which the old toad had given her. She cracked one and was going to eat the kernel, when behold! there was a beautiful royal dress inside it! When the bride heard of this, she came and begged for the dress, and wanted to buy it, saying that it was not a dress for a serving-maid. Then she said she would not sell it unless she was granted one favour--namely, to sleep by the Princes door. The bride granted her this, because the dress was so beautiful and she had so few like it. When it was evening she said to her bridegroom, That stupid maid wants to sleep by your door.
If you are contented, I am, he said. But she gave him a glass of wine in which she had poured a sleeping-draught. Then they both went to his room, but he slept so soundly that she could not wake him. The maid wept all night long, and said, I freed you in the wild wood out of the iron stove; I have sought you, and have crossed a glassy mountain, three sharp swords, and a great lake before I found you, and will you not hear me now? The servants outside heard how she cried the whole night, and they told their master in the morning.
When she had washed up the next evening she bit the second nut, and there was a still more beautiful dress inside. When the bride saw it she wanted to buy it also. But the maid did not want money, and asked that she should sleep again by the Princes door. The bride, however, gave him a sleeping-draught, and he slept so soundly that he heard nothing. But t
he kitchen-maid wept the whole night long, and said, I have freed you in a wood and from an iron stove; I sought you and have crossed a glassy mountain, three sharp swords, and a great lake to find you, and now you will not hear me! The servants outside heard how she cried the whole night, and in the morning they told their master.
And when she had washed up on the third night she bit the third nut, and there was a still more beautiful dress inside that was made of pure gold. When the bride saw it she wanted to have it, but the maid would only give it her on condition that she should sleep for the third time by the Princes door. But the Prince took care not to drink the sleeping-draught. When she began to weep and to say, Dearest sweetheart, I freed you in the horrible wild wood, and from an iron stove, he jumped up and said, You are right. You are mine, and I am thine. Though it was still night, he got into a carriage with her, and they took the false brides clothes away, so that she could not follow them. When they came to the great lake they rowed across, and when they reached the three sharp swords they sat on the plough-wheel, and on the glassy mountain they stuck the three needles in. So they arrived at last at the little old house, but when they stepped inside it turned into a large castle. The toads were all freed, and were beautiful Kings children, running about for joy. There they were married, and they remained in the castle, which was much larger than that of the Princesss fathers. But because the old man did not like being left alone, they went and fetched him. So they had two kingdoms and lived in great wealth.
A mouse has run, My storys done.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 34
There was once an old castle， that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood， and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now this fairy could take any shape she pleased. All the day long she flew about in the form of an owl， or crept about the country like a cat; but at night she always became an old woman again. When any young man came within a hundred paces of her castle， he became quite fixed， and could not move a step till she came and set him free; which she would not do till he had given her his word never to come there again： but when any pretty maiden came within that space she was changed into a bird， and the fairy put her into a cage， and hung her up in a chamber in the castle. There were seven hundred of these cages hanging in the castle， and all with beautiful birds in them.
Now there was once a maiden whose name was Jorinda. She was prettier than all the pretty girls that ever were seen before， and a shepherd lad， whose name was Jorindel， was very fond of her， and they were soon to be married. One day they went to walk in the wood， that they might be alone; and Jorindel said， We must take care that we dont go too near to the fairys castle. It was a beautiful evening; the last rays of the setting sun shone bright through the long stems of the trees upon the green underwood beneath， and the turtle-doves sang from the tall birches.
Jorinda sat down to gaze upon the sun; Jorindel sat by her side; and both felt sad， they knew not why; but it seemed as if they were to be parted from one another for ever. They had wandered a long way; and when they looked to see which way they should go home， they found themselves at a loss to know what path to take.
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 35
A little panda picks up a pumpkin and wants to take it home. but the pumpkin is too big. The panda can’t take it home. Suddenly she sees a bear riding a bike to ward her. she watches the bike. “ i know! I have a good idea.”She jumps and shouts happily, “i can roll a pumpkin. It like a wheel.” So she rolls the pumpkin to her home. When her mother sees the big pumpkin, she is surprised,“oh, my god! How can you carry it home?”The little panda answers proudly,“I can ‘t lift it ,but I can roll it.”Her mother smiled and says，“ what a clever girl !Use you heard to do something.”
英文短篇經(jīng)典故事 36
A big battle was going on during the First World War.Guns were firing，and shells and bullets were flying about everywhere.After an hour of this，one of the soldiers decidedthat the fighting was getting too dangerous for him，so he leftthe front line and began to go away from the battle. After hehad walked for an hour，he saw an officer coming towardshim. The officer stopped him and said，“ where are you going?” “Im trying to get as far away as possible from the battlethats going on behind us，sir，” the soldier answered. “Do you know who I am?” the officer said to him angrily.“Im your commanding officer.” The soldier was very surprised when he heard this and said，“My God，I didnt know that I was so far back already!”
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