染雾英语童话故事阅读 篇一
The Little Mermaid
Once upon a time, in the deep blue sea, there lived a beautiful little mermaid named Ariel. She had long, flowing red hair and shimmering green tail. Ariel's dream was to explore the world above the sea.
One day, while swimming near the surface, Ariel saw a handsome young prince on a ship. She instantly fell in love with him and wanted to be with him. But alas, she was a mermaid, and he was a human.
Ariel desperately wanted to become human, so she made a deal with the sea witch, Ursula. Ursula agreed to turn Ariel into a human, but in return, Ariel had to give up her voice. Ariel agreed, knowing that she could find another way to express herself.
As a human, Ariel met the prince and he was captivated by her beauty. However, without her voice, Ariel couldn't tell him how she felt. She tried to communicate through gestures and expressions, but the prince didn't understand.
Meanwhile, Ursula had transformed herself into a human and tried to win the prince's heart. Ariel realized that Ursula was evil and needed to stop her. With the help of her friends, Flounder and Sebastian, Ariel managed to defeat Ursula and regain her voice.
The prince finally heard Ariel's voice and recognized her as the girl he had fallen in love with. They were happily reunited, and Ariel was able to become a human permanently.
The Little Mermaid teaches us the importance of communication and being true to ourselves. Ariel's determination to be with the prince and her bravery in defeating Ursula show us that love conquers all.
英语童话故事阅读 篇二
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who decided to build their own houses. The first little pig built his house out of straw because it was quick and easy. The second little pig built his house out of sticks because it was slightly stronger. The third little pig, however, took his time and built his house out of bricks, knowing it would be the strongest.
One day, a big bad wolf came to the first little pig's house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!" But the pig refused and said, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" The wolf huffed and puffed and blew the straw house down, gobbling up the little pig.
The wolf then went to the second little pig's house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!" The pig also refused and said, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" The wolf huffed and puffed and blew the stick house down, gobbling up the second little pig.
Finally, the wolf went to the third little pig's brick house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!" The pig refused and said, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" The wolf huffed and puffed, but he couldn't blow the house down. The third little pig was safe inside.
The wolf tried to find another way to get in, but the third little pig was clever and had built a strong house. The wolf eventually gave up and went away.
The story of The Three Little Pigs teaches us the importance of hard work and perseverance. The first two pigs didn't put much effort into building their houses, and they paid the price. The third little pig, however, took the time to build a strong house and was able to protect himself from danger.
These two English fairy tales remind us of the power of love and the importance of hard work. They teach valuable lessons that can be applied in our own lives, making them timeless classics in the world of children's literature.
英语童话故事阅读 篇三
FROM my father I received the best inheritance,namely a good temper.And who was my father? That has nothing to do with the good temper; but I will say he was lively,good-looking round,and fat; he was both in appearance and character a complete contradiction to his profession.And pray what was his profession and his standing in respectable society? Well,perhaps,if in the beginning of a book these were written and printed,many,when they read it,would lay the book down and say,It seems to me a very miserable title,I don't like things of this sort.And yet my father was not a skin-dresser nor an executioner; on the contrary,his employment placed him at the head of the grandest people of the town,and it was his place by right.He had to precede the bishop,and even the princes of the blood; he always went first,- he was a hearse driver!
There,now,the truth is out.And I will own,that when people saw my father perched up in front of the omnibus of death,dressed in his long,wide,black cloak,and his black-edged,three-cornered hat on his head,and then glanced at his round,jocund face,round as the sun,they could not think much of sorrow or the grave.That face said,It is nothing,it will all end better than people think.So I have inherited from him,not only my good temper,but a habit of going often to the churchyard,which is good,when done in a proper humor; and then also I take in the Intelligencer,just as he used to do.
I am not very young,I have neither wife nor children,nor a library,but,as I said,I read the Intelligencer,which is enough for me; it is to me a delightful paper,and so it was to my father.It is of great use,for it contains all that a man requires to know; the names of the preachers at the church,and the new books which are published; where houses,servants,clothes,and provisions may be obtained.And then what a number of subscriptions to charities,and what innocent verses! Persons seeking interviews and engagements,all so plainly and naturally stated.Certainly,a man who takes in the Intelligencer may live merrily and be buried contentedly,and by the end of his life will have such a capital stock of paper that he can lie on a soft bed of it,unless he prefers wood shavings for his resting-place.The newspaper and the churchyard were always exciting objects to me.My walks to the latter were like bathing-places to my good humor.Every one can read the newspaper for himself,but come with me to the churchyard while the sun shines and the trees are green,and let us wander among the graves.Each of them is like a closed book,with the back uppermost,on which we can read the title of what the book contains,but nothing more.I had a great deal of information from my father,and I have noticed a great deal myself.I keep it in my diary,in which I write for my own use and pleasure a history of all who lie here,and a few more beside.
Now we are in the churchyard.Here,behind the white iron railings,once a rose-tree grew; it is gone now,but a little bit of evergreen,from a neighboring grave,stretches out its green tendrils,and makes some appearance; there rests a very unhappy man,and yet while he lived he might be said to occupy a very
good position.He had enough to live upon,and something to spare; but owing to his refined tastes the least thing in the world annoyed him.If he went to a theatre of an evening,instead of enjoying himself he would be quite annoyed if the machinist had put too strong a light into one side of the moon,or if the representations of the sky hung over the scenes when they ought to have hung behind them; or if a palm-tree was introduced into a scene representing the Zoological Gardens of Berlin,or a cactus in a view of Tyrol,or a beech-tree in the north of Norway.As if these things were of any consequence! Why did he not leave them alone? Who would trouble themselves about such trifles? especially at a comedy,where every one is expected to be amused.Then sometimes the public applauded too much,or too little,to please him.They are like wet wood,he would say,looking round to see what sort of people were present,this evening; nothing fires them.Then he would vex and fret himself because they did not laugh at the right time,or because they laughed in the wrong places; and so he fretted and worried himself till at last the unhappy man fretted himself into the grave.
Here rests a happy man,that is to say,a man of high birth and position,which was very lucky for him,otherwise he would have been scarcely worth notice.It is beautiful to observe how wisely nature orders these things.He walked about in a coat embroidered all over,and in the drawing-rooms of society looked just like one of those rich pearl-embroidered bell-pulls,which are only made for show; and behind them always hangs a good thick cord for use.This man also had a stout,useful substitute behind him,who did duty for him,and performed all his dirty work.And there are still,even now,these serviceable cords behind other embroidered bell-ropes.It is all so wisely arranged,that a man may well be in a good humor.
Here rests,- ah,it makes one feel mournful to think of him!-but here rests a man who,during sixty-seven years,was never remembered to have said a good thing; he lived only in the hope of having a good idea.At last he felt convinced,in his own mind,that he really had one,and was so delighted that he positively died of joy at the thought of having at last caught an idea.Nobody got anything by it; indeed,no one even heard what the good thing was.Now I can imagine that this same idea may prevent him from resting quietly in his grave; for suppose that to produce a good effect,it is necessary to bring out his new idea at breakfast,and that he can only make his appearance on earth at midnight,as ghosts are believed generally to do; why then this good idea would not suit the hour,and the man would have to carry it down again with him into the grave- that must be a troubled grave.
The woman who lies here was so remarkably stingy,that during her life she would get up in the night and mew,that her neighbors might think she kept a cat.What a miser she was!
Here rests a young lady,of a good family,who would always make her voice heard in society,and when she sang Mi manca la voce,it was the only true thing she ever said in her life.
I want a voice,or,I have no voice.
Here lies a maiden of another description.She was engaged to be married,- but,her story is one of every-day life; we will leave her to rest in the grave.
Here rests a widow,who,with music in her tongue,carried gall in her heart.She used to go round among the families near,and search out their faults,upon which she preyed with all the envy and malice of her nature.This is a family grave.The members of this family held so firmly together in their opinions,that they would believe in no other.If the newspapers,or even the whole world,said of a certain subject,It is so-and-so; and a little schoolboy declared he had learned quite differently,they would take his assertion as the only true one,because he belonged to the family.And it is well known that if the yard-cock belonging to this family happened to crow at midnight,they would declare it was morning,although the watchman and all the clocks in the town were proclaiming the hour of twelve at night.
The great poet Goethe concludes his Faust with the words,may be continued; so might our wanderings in the churchyard be continued.
I come here often,and if any of my friends,or those who are not my friends,are too much for me,I go out and choose a plot of ground in which to bury him or her.Then I bury them,as it were; there they lie,dead and powerless,till they come back new and better characters.Their lives and their deeds,looked at after my own fashion,I write down in my diary,as every one ought to do.Then,if any of our friends act absurdly,no one need to be vexed about it.Let them bury the offenders out of sight,and keep their good temper.They can also read the Intelligencer,which is a paper written by the people,with their hands guided.When the time comes for the history of my life,to be bound by the grave,then they will write upon it as my epitaph-
The man with a cheerful temper.
And this is my story.
英语童话故事阅读 篇四
A peasant had a faithful horse which had grown old and could do no more work,so his master no longer wanted to give him anything to eat and said,"I can certainly make no more use of you,but still I mean well by you,and if you prove yourself still strong enough to bring me a lion here,I will maintain you.But for now get out of my stable." And with that he chased him into the open field.
The horse was sad,and went to the forest to seek a little protection there from the weather.There the fox met him and said,"Why do you hang your head so,and go about all alone?"
"Alas," replied the horse,"greed and loyalty do not dwell together in one house.My master has forgotten what services I have performed for him for so many years,and because I can no longer plow well,he will give me no more food,and has driven me out."
"Without giving you a chance?" asked the fox.
"The chance was a bad one.He said,if I were still strong enough to bring him a lion,he would keep me,but he well knows that I cannot do that."
The fox said,"I will help you.Just lie down,stretch out as if you were dead,and do not stir."
The horse did what the fox asked,and then the fox went to the lion,who had his den not far off,and said,"A dead horse is lying out there.Just come with me,and you can have a rich meal."
The lion went with him,and when they were both standing by the horse the fox said,"After all,it is not very comfortable for you here —— I tell you what —— I will fasten it to you by the tail,and then you can drag it into your cave and eat it in peace."
This advice pleased the lion.He positioned himself,and in order that the fox might tie the horse fast to him,he kept completely quiet.But the fox tied the lion's legs together with the horse's tail,and twisted and fastened everything so well and so strongly that no amount of strength could pull it loose.When he had finished his work,he tapped the horse on the shoulder and said,"Pull,white horse,pull!"
Then up sprang the horse at once,and pulled the lion away with him.The lion began to roar so that all the birds in the forest flew up in terror,but the horse let him roar,and drew him and dragged him across the field to his master's door.When the master saw the lion,he was of a better mind,and said to the horse,"You shall stay with me and fare well." And he gave him plenty to eat until he died.
英语童话故事阅读 篇五
Long ago in a small,faraway village,there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors.A small,happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit.When he arrived,he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house.He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could.To his great surprise,he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his.He smiled a great smile,and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly.As he left the House,he thought to himself,“This is a wonderful place.
I will come back and visit it often.”In this same village,another little dog,who was not quite as happy as the first one,decided to visit the house.He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door.When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him,he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him.As he left,he thought to himself,“That is a horrible place,and I will never go back there again.”All the faces in the world are mirrors.What kinds of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
英语童话故事阅读 篇六
A hound,roaming in the forest,spied a lion.He thought the lion might be a good prey1 and chased,thinking he would make a fine quarry2.Presently the lion perceived that he was being pursued,so,stopping short,he rounded on his pursuer and gave a loud roar.The hound immediately turned tail and fled.A fox,seeing him running away,jeered3 at him and said,"Ho! Ho! There goes the coward who chased a lion and ran away the moment the roared!"
有一条猎狗,正在森林里闲逛,猛然看见了一只狮子,心想这可是一个不错的猎物,便追了上去,想施展一下自己的小伎俩。很快,狮子觉察到自己被追踪了,便突然停住,回过头来冲着追捕者大声吼叫。猎狗立刻转身逃跑了。一只狐狸见状,便嘲笑起猎狗:“呵呵,真是个胆小鬼,竟然还敢追狮子,只要狮子一声吼,你可就落荒而逃了!”
One fine day in winter some ants were busy drying their store of corn,which had got rather damp during a long spell of rain.Presently1 up came a grasshopper2 and begged them to spare her a few grains,"For," she said,"I'm simply starving." The ants stopped work for a moment,though this was against their principles."May we ask," said they,"what you were doing with yourself all last summer? Why didn't you collect a store of food for the winter?" "The fact is," replied the grasshopper,"I was so busy singing that I hadn't the time." "If you spent the summer singing," replied the ants,"you can't do better than spend the winter dancing." And they chuckled3 and went on with their work.
冬天一个温暖如春的日子里,蚂蚁们正忙着晒干自己存储的粮食。由于下来很长时间的雨,粮食已经非常潮湿了。这时,来了一只蚂蚱,向他们乞讨一点粮食。“因为,”蚂蚱说,“我实在是饿坏了。”尽管有点违背原则,但蚂蚁们还是停下了手头的工作。“我们能问一下吗?”他们说,“整个夏天你都在做些什么呢?为什么不为冬天储存一些粮食呢?”“实际上,”蚂蚱回答道,“我一直在忙着唱歌,根本没有时间存储粮食。”“如果你整个夏天都在唱歌,”蚂蚁们回答道,“那么,你最好在冬天就忙着跳舞吧。”他们哈哈大笑起来,继续忙于各自的工作。
