染雾安徒生童话英文故事 篇一
The Ugly Duckling
Once upon a time, on a beautiful farm in the countryside, a mother duck sat patiently on her nest, waiting for her eggs to hatch. One by one, the eggs cracked open, and little ducklings emerged. All of them were cute and fluffy, except for one. This particular duckling was big and gray, with feathers that were not as soft as the others. The poor duckling felt sad and lonely, for he was quite different from his siblings.
As the days went by, the ugly duckling faced constant mockery and teasing from the other animals on the farm. The chickens would peck at him and call him names, while the geese would honk and laugh at his appearance. Even his own mother would sometimes look at him with disappointment. Feeling rejected and unwanted, the ugly duckling decided to leave the farm and set out on a journey to find a place where he would be accepted.
He wandered through forests and meadows, encountering various animals along the way. Each time he approached them, they would shun and reject him, for he was not like them. The ugly duckling grew sadder and sadder, longing for a place where he would belong.
One day, as winter approached, the ugly duckling came across a flock of beautiful white swans swimming gracefully on a lake. He was captivated by their elegance and beauty, and he felt a strong connection with them. Gathering his courage, he approached the swans, expecting to be chased away once again. But to his astonishment, the swans welcomed him with open wings. To his surprise, he saw his own reflection in the water, and realized that he had transformed into a beautiful swan.
The other swans embraced him, and he finally felt a sense of belonging and acceptance that he had never experienced before. He had found his true family and had become one of them. The ugly duckling was no longer ugly, but a magnificent swan.
From that day forward, the swan lived happily with his newfound family, spreading joy and beauty wherever he went. The ugly duckling had finally found his place in the world and learned that true beauty lies within.
安徒生童话英文故事 篇二
The Little Mermaid
In the depths of the ocean, there lived a young and beautiful mermaid named Ariel. She was fascinated by the human world and longed to explore it. Ariel's father, the king of the sea, had always warned her about the dangers of the human world, but her curiosity got the better of her.
One day, while swimming near the surface, Ariel saw a handsome prince on a ship. She instantly fell in love with him and wished to be by his side. Just as she was about to swim away, a violent storm hit, causing the ship to sink. Ariel quickly swam to the prince and saved him from drowning. She brought him to the shore and watched him from a distance, longing to be with him.
Desperate to be with her beloved prince, Ariel made a deal with a sea witch. The sea witch agreed to give Ariel legs in exchange for her beautiful voice. Ariel agreed, sacrificing her voice for a chance to be with the prince. She was transformed into a human and was warned that if the prince did not fall in love with her, she would turn into sea foam.
Ariel lived in the prince's palace, but she could not speak or sing. She tried to communicate with the prince through gestures and expressions, but he could not understand her. The prince found her company pleasant but did not realize that she was the one who had saved him.
Days turned into weeks, and Ariel's heart grew heavy with despair. Just as she was about to give up, the sea witch appeared and revealed Ariel's true identity to the prince. The prince was filled with remorse for not recognizing her and declared his love for Ariel.
In the end, love triumphed, and Ariel's sacrifice was rewarded. She was transformed back into a mermaid, and together with the prince, they lived happily ever after.
The Little Mermaid's story teaches us the power of love and the importance of selflessness. Ariel's willingness to give up her voice for the chance of love shows us that true love knows no bounds.
安徒生童话英文故事 篇三
安徒生童话英文故事
Really， the largest GREen leaf in this country is a dockleaf; if one holds it before one， it is like a whole apron， and if one holds it over one's head in rainy weather， it is almost as good as an umbrella， for it is so immensely large. The burdock never grows alone， but where there grows one there always grow several： it is a great delight， and all this delightfulness is snails' food. The great white snails which persons of quality in former times made fricassees of， ate， and said， "Hem， hem! how delicious!" for they
Now， there was an old manorhouse， where they no longer ate snails， they were quite extinct; but the burdocks were not extinct， they GREw and grew all over the walks and all the beds; they could not get the mastery over them——it was a whole forest of burdocks. Here and there stood an apple and a plumtree， or else one never would have thought that it was a garden; all was burdocks， and there lived the two last venerable old snails.
they themselves knew not how old they were， but they could remember very well that there had been many more; that they were of a family from foreign lands， and that for them and theirs the whole forest was planted. They had never been outside it， but they knew that there was still something more in the world， which was called the manorhouse， and that there they were boiled， and then they became black， and were then placed on a silver dish; but what happened further they knew not; or， in fact， what it was to be boiled， and to lie on a silver dish， they could not possibly imagine; but it was said to be delightful， and particularly genteel. Neither the chafers， the toads， nor the earthworms， whom they asked about it could give them any information——none of them had been boiled or laid on a silver dish.
the old white snails were the first persons of distinction in the world， that they knew; the forest was planted for their sake， and the manorhouse was there that they might be boiled and laid on a silver dish.
Now they lived a very lonely and happy life; and as they had no children themselves， they had adopted a little common snail， which they brought up as their own; but the little one would not grow， for he was of a common family; but the old ones， especially Dame Mother Snail， thought they could observe how he increased in size， and she begged father， if he could not see it， that he would at least feel the little snail's shell; and then he felt it， and found the good dame was right.
One day there was a heavy storm of rain.
"Hear how it beats like a drum on the dockleaves!" said Father Snail.
"there are also raindrops!" said Mother Snail. "And now the rain pours right down the stalk! You will see that it will be wet here! I am very happy to think that we have our good house， and the little one has his also! There is more done for us than for all other creatures， sure enough; but can you not see that we are folks of quality in the world? We are provided with a house from our birth， and the burdock forest is planted for our sakes! I should like to know how far it extends， and what there is outside!"
"there is nothing at all，" said Father Snail. "No place can be better than ours， and I have nothing to wish for!"
"Yes，" said the dame. "I would willingly go to the manorhouse， be boiled， and laid on a silver dish; all our forefathers have been treated so; there is something extraordinary in it， you may be sure!"
"the manorhouse has most likely fallen to ruin!" said Father Snail. "Or the burdocks have grown up over it， so that they cannot come out. There need not， however， be any haste about that; but you are always in such a tremendous hurry， and the little one is beginning to be the same. Has he not been creeping up that stalk these three days? It gives me a headache when I look up to him!"
"You must not scold him，" said Mother Snail. "He creeps so carefully; he will afford us much pleasure——and we have nothing but him to live for! But have you not thought of it? Where shall we get a wife for him? Do you not think that there are some of our species at a GREat distance in the interior of the burdock forest?"
"Black snails， I dare say， there are enough of，" said the old one. "Black snails without a house——but they are so common， and so conceited. But we might give the ants a commission to look out for us; they run to and fro as if they had something to do， and they certainly know of a wife for our little snail!"
"I know one， sure enough——the most charming one!" said one of the ants. "But I am afraid we shall hardly succeed， for she is a queen!"
"That is nothing!" said the old folks. "Has she a house?"
"She has a palace!" said the ant. "The finest ant's palace， with seven hundred passages!"
"I thank you!" said Mother Snail. "Our son shall not go into an anthill; if you know nothing better than that， we shall give the commission to the white gnats. They fly far and wide， in rain and sunshine; they know the whole forest here， both within and without."
"We have a wife for him，" said the gnats. "At a hundred human paces from here there sits a little snail in her house， on a gooseberry bush; she is quite lonely， and old enough to be married. It is only a hundred human paces!"
"Well， then， let her come to him!" said the old ones. "He has a whole forest of burdocks， she has only a bush!"
And so they went and fetched little Miss Snail. It was a whole week before she arrived; but therein was just the very best of it， for one could thus see that she was of the same species.
And then the marriage was celebrated. Six earthworms shone as well as they could. In other respects the whole went off very quietly， for the old folks could not bear noise and merriment; but old Dame Snail made a brilliant speech. Father Snail could not speak， he was too much affected; and so they gave them as a dowry and inheritance， the whole forest of burdocks， and said——what they had always said——that it was the best in the world; and if they lived honestly and decently， and increased and multiplied， they and their children would once in the course of time come to the manorhouse， be boiled black， and laid on silver dishes. After this speech was made， the old ones crept into their shells， and never more came out. They slept; the young couple governed in the forest， and had a numerous progeny， but they were never boiled， and never came on the silver dishes; so from this they concluded that the manorhouse had fallen to ruins， and that all the men in the world were extinct; and as no one contradicted them， so， of course it was so. And the rain beat on the dockleaves to make drummusic for their sake， and the sun shone in order to give the burdock forest a color for their sakes; and they were very happy， and the whole family was happy; for they， indeed were so.
