英语童话

我们是我们班最温和的 We’re the Most Modest in Our Class

Peter lives next to Herry and they study in the same class .They go to school and come home together .They like playing football and spend much time on it .When they’re in the classroom ,they hardly listen to what their teacher’s say .Of course they only concern themselves about the football matches .Of course they fall behind their classmates .

The summer holiday began last week .Peter’s grandma called the boy and said it was cool in her village and told him to go there .He hadn’t seen her for years and missed her very much .He asked Herry to go there with him .The boy had never lived in the country and agreed .After a four-hour bus they got to a small village between a river and a few mountains .The old woman was very happy when she saw them .She brought out some fruit and nuts before she cooked the chick and fish .After a good dinner Peter showed his friend around the village .And they had a good swim in the cool river .

After supper the old woman began to ase Peter about his life in the school .Of course he said he was the best in the class .It made the best in the class .It made his grandma happy .She sai ,“Be modest ,Peter !”

“You’re right ,granny ,”said the boy .“Herry and I are the most modest in our class !”

口渴的乌鸦 The Crow and The Pitcher

A crow felt very thirsty. He looked for water everywhere. Finally, he found a pitcher.

But there was not a lot of water in the pitcher. His beak could not reach it. He tried again and again, but still could not touch the water.

When he was about to give up, an idea came to him. He took a pebble and dropped it into the pitcher. Then he took another and dropped it in.

Gradually, the water rose, and the crow was able to drink the water.

猫与狐狸 It happened that the cat met Mr. Fox in the woods. She thought, \"He is intelligent and well experienced, and is highly regarded in the world,\" so she spoke to him in a friendly manner, \"Good-day, my dear Mr. Fox. How is it going? How are you? How are you getting by in these hard times?\"

The fox, filled with arrogance, examined the cat from head to feet, and for a long time did not know whether he should give an answer. At last he said, \"Oh, you poor beard-licker, you speckled fool, you hungry mouse hunter, what are you

thinking? Have you the nerve to ask how I am doing? What do you know? How many tricks do you understand?\"

\"I understand but one,\" answered the cat, modestly.

\"What kind of a trick is it?\" asked the fox.

\"When the dogs are chasing me, I can jump into a tree and save myself.\"

\"Is that all?\" said the fox. \"I am master of a hundred tricks, and in addition to that I have a sackful of cunning. I feel sorry for you. Come with me, and I will teach you how one escapes from the dogs.\"

Just then a hunter came by with four dogs. The cat jumped nimbly up a tree, and sat down at its top, where the branches and foliage completely hid her.

\"Untie your sack, Mr. Fox, untie your sack,\" the cat shouted to him, but the dogs had already seized him, and were holding him fast.

\"Oh, Mr. Fox,\" shouted the cat. \"You and your hundred tricks are left in the lurch. If you been able to climb like I can, you would not have lost your life.\"

卖火柴的小女孩 lt was dreadfully cold, it was snowing fast, and almost dark； the

evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl, with bare head and feet, was still wandering about the streets. When she left her home she had slippers on, but they were much too large for her； indeed, properly, they belonged to her mother, and had dropped off her feet whilst she was running very fast across the road, to get out of the way of two carriages. One of the slippers was not to be found, the other had been snatched up by a little boy, who ran off with it thinking it might serve him as a doll's cradle.

So the little girl now walked on, her bare feet quite red and blue with the cold. She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a good many more in her tattered apron. No one had bought any of them the live long day； no one had given her a single penny. Trembling with cold and hunger crept she on, the picture of sorrow: poor little child

The snow-flakes fell on her long, fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders； but she thought not of her own beauty, or of the cold. Lights were glimmering through every window, and the savor of roast goose reached her from several houses； it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She sat down, drawing her little feet close under her, but in vain, she could not warm them. She dared not go home, she had sold no matches, earned not a single penny, and perhaps her father would beat her， besides her home was almost as cold as the street， it was an attic； and although the larger of the many chinks in the roof were stopped up with straw and rags. the wind and snow often

penetrated through. Her hands were nearly dead with cold； one little match from her bundle would warm them. Perhaps, if she dared light it, she drew one out, and struck it against the wall, bravo! it was a bright, warm flame, and she held her hands over it. It was quite an illumination for that poor little girl； nay,1 call it rather a magic taper, for it seemed to her as though she was sitting before a large iron-stove with brass ornaments, so beautifully blazed the fire within! The child stretched out her feet to warm them also； alas, in an instant the flame had died away, the stove vanished, the little girl sat cold and comfortless, with the burnt match in her hand.

A second match was struck against the wall； it kindles and blazed, and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil. The little girl could see into the room within. She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth, whereon were ranged shining china-dishes； the roast goose stuffed with apples and dried plums stood at one end, smoking hot, and which was pleasantest of all to see；the goose, with knife and fork still in her breast, jumped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child. The match was burnt out, and only the thick, hard wall was beside her.

我和我的父亲一样老 My Father Is as Old as Me

Mr Gao lives in a town .When he was twenty-five ,his son was born .He calls him Gao Ling .The little boy is clever .He and his wift love him very much .

It’s September 1today .A few school year begins Gao Ling is happy and wears his most beautiful clothes .He’s going to school with his new bag .

“Let me take you to school ,dear ,”said Mrs Gao .

“Thank you ,mummy ,”said the boy .“The school isn’t far from here .I can go there myself .”

At school a teacher met the little boy and asked ,“What’s your name ,my little friend ?”

“Gao Ling ,sir ,”answered the boy .

“How old are you ?”

“Six ,sir .”

“What’s your father’s name ?”

“Gao Dalin ,sir .”

“How old is he ?”

“Oh ,”the teacher said in surprise .“Is he as old as you ?”

“Yes ,sir ,”said the boy .“He became a father only on that day when I was

born .”

告诉他们不要把帽子给我 Tell Them Not to Bring My Hat Here

Mr Smith is a shopkeeper and has a few shops in the town .He managed them well and got much money until ha was hurt in a traffic accident .After he came out of hospital ,people find he often forgets something and he isn’t as able as before .

One day he was told that it would be an important officials birthday the next day .He told his secretary to buy some expensive presents .And later on he forget the date and that afternoon ,when he was having lunch ,his secretary told him about it .He became angry and told the woman to call his driver at once .He made the man drive as fast as possible .Bad luck !An accident happened and they had to stop to wait .When they got to the restaurant where the birthday was held ,it was two .And the party had been on for half an hour .He hurried to get off .Suddenly he stopped to tell his driver ,“Oh ,dear !I have left my hat at home .It isn’t polite to go to the party without a hat .Go and ring them up .Tell them to bring it here at once !”

“But you’re wearing your hat ,Mr Smith ,”said the driver .

The man touched his head and found his driver was right .So he said ,“Well ,then .Go and tell them on the telephone not to bring my hat here .”