吃不到葡萄说葡萄酸的英文作文50词

吃不到葡萄说葡萄酸的英文作文50词
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篇1
Title: Sour Grapes
Once upon a time, there was a little fox who loved grapes. Every day, he would look up at the juicy grapes hanging from the vine, but they were always out of reach. One day, the fox said, "Those grapes must be sour, anyway!"
Moral: Sometimes, when we can't have something, we pretend we don't want it.
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篇2
The Fox and the Sour Grapes
One sunny day, I was walking home from school when I saw a fox in the woods. He looked hungry and was sniffing around for food. Then his nose led him to a grapevine with lots of big,
purple grapes hanging down. The grapes looked so juicy and delicious!
The fox licked his lips and started jumping up, trying to reach the grapes. He jumped and jumped but just couldn't get high enough. The grapes were too far up in the tall vine.
After trying for a long time, the fox finally gave up. He stopped jumping and just stood there, staring up at the grapes with a frustrated look on his face.
"Those grapes are probably sour anyway," the fox said out loud, even though no one else was around. "I didn't really want them in the first place."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard! The fox was telling himself the grapes were sour just because he couldn't reach them. But those grapes looked perfectly ripe and delicious to me.
As the fox turned to walk away, I shouted out, "Hey you tricky fox! Those grapes aren't sour at all. You're just saying that because you can't have any!"
The fox spun around, surprised to see me standing there. His eyes got really big when he realized I had heard him.
"I...well...you see..." the fox stammered, trying to think of an excuse. But he knew I had caught him telling a fib.
"Don't try to lie," I said, wagging my finger at him. "I saw the whole thing with my own eyes. Those grapes looked amazing and you know it!"
The fox's shoulders slumped down and he hung his head in shame. He knew there was no point in denying it anymore.
"You're right, kid," he admitted sadly. "Those grapes did look perfectly ripe and sweet. I just couldn't reach them no matter how hard I tried."
"So instead of admitting you failed, you convinced yourself the grapes were sour so you wouldn't feel so bad," I pointed out.
The fox nodded his head slowly. "I guess I did kinda fool myself, didn't I? I've been telling that little fib for so long, I almost believed it myself!"
We both looked up at the grapes hanging tauntingly from the vine. My tummy rumbled just looking at their plump, juicy perfection.
"You know what?" I said to the fox. "Those grapes may be out of our reach, but I bet we could find some other delicious food if we keep looking together."
The fox's face instantly brightened into a big smile. "You're right, my friend! Why don't we go exploring and see what treats we can dig up?"
And with that, the fox and I turned and headed off into the woods side-by-side, leaving the unreachable grapes behind. We knew there were plenty of other goodies waiting to be found if we just kept our minds open.
Sometimes when we can't get what we want, it's easier to convince ourselves it wasn't worth having in the first place. But a wise kid and a wise fox both know that kind of thinking is just sour grapes. The truth is, we all fail sometimes – and that's okay! The key is to admit it, stay positive, and keep looking for the next opportunity. Who knows what sweet surprises may be just around the corner?
篇3
The Sour Grapes
One sunny day, a very hungry fox was walking through the forest looking for something tasty to eat. His tummy was rumbling and he knew he needed to find food soon. As he wandered along the path, he noticed a grapevine hanging over the trail with a big bunch of plump, juicy grapes dangling down.
"Aha!" thought the fox. "Those grapes look absolutely delicious! Just the thing to satisfy my hunger." He licked his lips and got ready to jump up and grab the grapes with his mouth. The fox crouched down and sprang up towards the vine as high as he could. But even after his biggest leap, the grapes were still too high for him to reach. He tried jumping again and again, but each time the grapes stayed just out of his grasp.
The fox was getting tired from all his jumping, but he refused to give up. "I must have those grapes!" he said to himself. He started batting at the vine with his paws, trying to knock the grapes down to the ground. But the vine just swayed back and forth while the grapes remained attached, tantalizingly close but still too far away.
After many more fruitless attempts, the fox was out of breath and his legs were shaking from exhaustion. He simply did not have the ability to jump high enough. Refusing to admit defeat, the fox tried to convince himself that he didn't really want the grapes after all.
"Those grapes are probably sour anyway," he said out loud, trying to make himself feel better. "Yes, much too sour and icky for my refined taste." The fox turned up his nose pretending he was too good for the grapes he could not reach.
Just then, a crow cawed loudly from a branch up in a nearby tree. "Maybe they're sour, or maybe you're just a failure who can't reach them!" The crow laughed a raucous laugh at the fox's lame excuse.
The fox's face turned red from anger and embarrassment at being mocked. "I'll get you for that, you stupid bird!" he shouted, shaking his clenched paw up at the crow. But the crow just kept laughing and laughing at the fox's misery.
With his pride badly bruised, the fox had no choice but to slink away from the grapevine and continue his search for food elsewhere. He tried to tell himself he didn't care about those stupid grapes, but in his heart he knew they had looked perfect and he desperately wished he could have eaten them.
As the fox made his way through the forest, his tummy growling louder than ever, he passed a family of mice gathering nuts. "Hello, friend fox!" they squeaked cheerfully. "Why do you look so glum?"
The fox didn't want to admit he had failed at something as simple as obtaining food. So he puffed out his chest and held his head up high. "Who, me? Glum? Nonsense! A fox of my stature is never glum. I was simply philosophizing about the inherent sourness of all grapes."
The mice looked at each other in confusion. "You mean the grapes in the vine back there?" one asked, pointing over the fox's shoulder. "Those grapes looked nice and ripe to me, not sour at all!"
The fox's eyes went wide with dismay at being contradicted so bluntly. Without a word, he spun around and scampered away as quick as he could, leaving the bewildered mice behind.
For the rest of the day, the fox could think of nothing but those grapes he could not reach no matter how hard he tried. He got so obsessed with them that he failed to notice any other potential food sources. By the time night fell, the poor fox was hungrier than ever and feeling very sorry for himself.
Back at the grapevine, the crow was getting ready to go to sleep. Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the bushes below. Out popped the fox, giving the crow an evil grin.
"Well, well," sneered the fox, "I see you're all alone now with no one to help you, you mangy bird." With those words, he took a running leap and sprang up towards the crow, fangs bared and claws extended for attack.
The crow was caught by surprise, but just managed to flutter out of the way at the last second. "Whoa, easy there, Foxy!" cried the crow. "What's gotten into you?"
"You mocked me and hurt my pride," snarled the fox, circling below and getting ready to strike again. "This is payback for your disrespect!"
"Hey, I was just having a laugh!" protested the crow, desperately trying to keep his distance from the furious fox's snapping jaws. "No need to get all bent out of shape over a few little grapes!"
"THEY WERE NOT JUST A FEW LITTLE GRAPES!" roared the fox, springing upwards again with frightening ferocity. "Those were the most beautiful, succulent grapes I had ever seen! And I could not reach them no matter how hard I tried!"
Narrowly avoiding the fox's attack once more, the crow could see this was about more than just grapes for the fox. This represented a deep, primal frustration at being denied something he desperately coveted simply because he lacked the capability to obtain it.
"Okay, okay, you're right!" conceded the crow, hoping to calm the raging fox. "Those grapes were extraordinary and you
did your absolute best to get them. It's not your fault you couldn't reach—you just don't have the vertical jumping ability. Please, let's be friends again and forget all about those grapes!"
But the fox would not be appeased so easily. "Never! I will make you pay for rubbing my failure in my face like that!" He kept leaping and snapping trying to snap the crow out of the air, all thoughts of hunger replaced by seething resentment and wounded pride.
On and on this went, with the fox attacking relentlessly while the crow flapped just
out of his reach, until finally the fox collapsed to the ground, completely spent. As he lay there panting, the crow settled onto a low branch just a few feet away.
"Are you quite done?" asked the crow with a note of sadness. "All this anger and violence over not being able to obtain some grapes makes me feel sorry for you, fox. Your pride and ego have made you act like a crazed beast instead of a clever woodland creature."
The fox said nothing, but his heavy breathing slowly changed to soft sobs of despair. The crow was right - he had let his inability to reach the grapes blow up into an all-consuming
obsession that made him abandon his normal sly and cunning manner. He felt utterly defeated and ashamed of himself.
The crow hopped a bit closer. "Listen, my prickly friend, there's no need for such anguish. So you couldn't get those grapes - there will be other opportunities, other vines with grapes you can more easily access. Don't let this one instance define you or make you lash out against the world. We animals must learn to accept our limitations while still taking pride in our strengths."
The fox slowly raised his head and made eye contact with his feathered foe-turned-friend. "Y-you're right," he said through his sobs. "I am swift and clever in so many ways. I should not have let something as trivial as grapes undermine my sense of self-worth. Please forgive my unseemly behavior - I will learn from this incident."
"Of course I forgive you, you foolish fox," replied the crow affectionately. "We all lose our way sometimes and make mistakes. The key is keeping perspective and remembering our blessings even when we cannot attain every little thing we desire."
The fox nodded, feeling relieved to have aired his emotions and received compassion instead of continued mockery. As the
moon rose over the forest, the unlikely pair - the fox and the crow - settled in together as new friends, at peace with their respective places in the world.
In the days ahead, whenever the fox felt pangs of yearning for something just out of reach, he would remind himself of the grapes and recognize that no prize is worth sacrificing one's dignity or engaging in destructive obsession. Some things are achievable, others are not, but what matters most is appreciating the journey and playing to one's innate skills and talents.
And whenever the fox encountered a fresh grapevine dangling with tantalizing fruit, he would eye it calmly, give a respectful nod, and continue on his way undisturbed - having finally made his peace with grapes.
篇4
The Sour Grapes
One sunny day, I was walking home from school feeling very hungry. My tummy was grumbling like a hungry bear! As I passed by old Mr. Jenkins' vineyard, I saw the most beautiful, plump, purple grapes hanging from the vines. They looked so juicy and delicious!
My mouth started watering just looking at them. I tried to reach up and grab a bunch, but the vines were too high for my little arms. I jumped up and down, stretching as far as I could, but those grapes were just too far out of my reach.
I was getting frustrated. "Stupid grapes!" I shouted angrily. "I didn't want your yucky grapes anyway. They're probably all sour and gross!"
Just then, I heard a voice behind me. "Having some trouble there, son?" It was old Mr. Jenkins himself, leaning on his cane with an amused look on his wrinkled face.
I felt my cheeks getting hot with embarrassment at being caught. "N-no, sir," I stammered. "I was just, uh, looking at your grapes."
Mr. Jenkins chuckled. "Is that so? Well, these grapes may look sour on the outside, but I can assure you they are actually very sweet and delicious." He turned and started walking back towards his little farmhouse. "You know, there's an old fable about a fox who couldn't reach some high hanging grapes..."
As he shuffled away, I couldn't help feeling puzzled by his strange comments. A fable about a fox and grapes? What was he
talking about? Shrugging, I decided I'd better get home before my mom started wondering where I was.
The next day at school, my teacher Mrs. Appleby started reading us a story during story time. "Does anyone know what a 'fable' is?" she asked the class. I raised my hand, remembering what Mr. Jenkins had said about a fable with a fox and grapes.
"A fable is a short story, usually with animals as the main characters, that teaches a moral lesson," Mrs. Appleby explained after calling on me.
"That's right, Jimmy," she said. "Today's fable is called 'The Fox and the Grapes.' Once upon a time, there was a hungry fox who came across a high vineyard full of plump, ripe grapes..."
As she read the story, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. It was just like what had happened with me and Mr. Jenkins' grapes!
In the story, the fox tries and tries to reach the grapes, but they're too high up. Finally, he gives up and walks away, saying "I didn't want those grapes anyway. They were probably sour!"
After finishing the story, Mrs. Appleby looked around the room with a smile. "Can anyone tell me the moral, or lesson, that this fable is trying to teach?"
Several hands went up, and Mrs. Appleby called on Susie, the teacher's pet. "The moral is that some people convince themselves they don't want something, just because they can't have it," Susie answered.
"Excellent, Susie!" Mrs. Appleby praised her. "The phrase
'sour grapes' means to pretend you don't want something, just because you couldn't get it. Like the fox decided the grapes were sour, just because they were out of his reach."
I slumped down in my seat, my face burning. I could totally relate to that silly fox! Just yesterday I had called those grapes "yucky" and convinced myself I didn't even want them, all because I couldn't reach them. Just like the fable said, it's easier to pretend you don't want something, instead of admitting you can't have it.
From that day on, I tried my best not to be like that fox. Whenever I really wanted something but couldn't get it, I made an effort not to call it "sour grapes." Instead, I would be honest with myself about wanting it, and try to figure out a way to get it through hard work and patience. And if I just couldn't get it no matter what, I would accept that with good grace instead of making excuses.
It's funny how a simple little story with a fox and some grapes could teach such an important lesson about being honest with yourself and not making up silly excuses. Thanks to that fable and Mr. Jenkins' vineyard, I learned a valuable life lesson when I was just a kid. Now whenever I catch myself calling something "sour grapes," I remember that hungry little fox - and I stop myself from being so silly!
篇5
The Fox Who Couldn't Reach the Grapes Calls Them Sour
One sunny day, I was walking home from school when I saw something moving in the bushes up ahead. I stopped and stood really still, trying not to make a sound. Slowly, a cute little fox poked its head out from behind the leaves. It looked around nervously before stepping out onto the path.
The fox stopped right in front of a big grapevine that was growing over a fence. It stared up at the purple grapes hanging down, licking its lips hungrily. The fox crouched down, wiggling its furry behind back and forth as it prepared to jump up and snatch the grapes. It leaped up but missed the grapes by a few inches. The fox fell back down with a thud.
It shook off the dirt and tried again, jumping even higher this time. But the grapes were just too high up. The fox snapped at them but couldn't reach. After many failed attempts, the exhausted fox plopped down on the ground, panting heavily. It looked up at the grapes with frustration.
"Stupid grapes!" the fox barked. "You're probably sour and yucky anyway. I didn't even want you in the first place!"
It got up and angrily kicked some dirt at the grapevine before storming off back into the bushes. I couldn't help but laugh at the silly fox's behavior. It reminds me of something my grandmother says about people sometimes.
"That fox was acting just like the fox in the old fable who couldn't reach the high-hanging grapes," Grandma would say in her wise voice. "When we can't get what we want, we make up reasons why we didn't deserve it or didn't really want it in the first place. We blame and make excuses instead of admitting the truth."
She's right - the fox didn't want to admit that the grapes were simply too high for it to reach, so it convinced itself that the grapes weren't worth getting anyway. We humans do the same thing a lot too. Like when I couldn't make the soccer team, I told myself that soccer was a dumb sport and I never liked it much in
the first place. Or when Janie couldn't go to the sleepover party, she said the birthday girl was a bully and she wouldn't have wanted to go to her party either way. We make up stories to protect our pride instead of being honest that we Failed or missed out on something we really wanted.
My grandma says this kind of behavior is called "sour grapes" because we decide that what we can't have must be sour or bad so we didn't really lose anything good after all. But deep down, we know the grapes aren't actually sour – we just wished we could have tasted them.
I think there's a better way to handle disappointment than making up excuses. When I get frustrated that I can't have or achieve something, Grandma tells me to take a deep breath and be honest with myself about how I really feel. It's okay to feel sad, discouraged or envious sometimes. The important thing is not letting those feelings turn into lies about my desires or abilities.
"Face your failures with dignity," Grandma says, "but don't deny the truth of what you want or what you're capable of achieving."
She's absolutely right, as usual. Pretending the grapes are sour doesn't make them any less sweet and delicious. All it does is prevent you from ever tasting that sweetness yourself one day
when you grow tall enough to reach them. The fox should have kept on trying to jump higher instead of giving up and convincing itself the grapes were no good.
From now on, whenever I feel tempted to call the grapes sour, I'll remember that little fox. I'll be honest about what I couldn't obtain - but I'll also keep working hard so one day those grapes will be within my reach. Who knows, maybe they'll taste even sweeter when I finally get there.
篇6
The Sour Grapes Story
One sunny day, a hungry fox was walking through the forest looking for something tasty to eat. His tummy was rumbling and he was getting pretty grumpy. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole feast!" he grumbled.
As the fox came around a bend in the path, he spotted a grapevine loaded with plump, juicy grapes hanging over a fence. "Aha!" he exclaimed with delight. "Those grapes look absolutely delicious! Just what I've been searching for."
The fox licked his lips and sized up the grapevine, plotting how he would reach the scrumptious grapes. He crouched down,
wiggled his haunches, and sprang up with all his might, snapping at the grapes. But alas, they were just out of reach. He tried jumping again and again, but each time he came up short, barely grazing the grapevine with his paws.
As the fox grew tired from his fruitless efforts, he started getting frustrated. "Blast these grapes!" he panted. "They're too high up for me to reach. What a tease, making me jump like a circus animal for nothing."
The fox glared up at the grapes, his hunger now mixed with bitterness. He wished he could simply pluck them off the vine and gobble them up. But it was no use, they were maddeningly out of his reach no matter how high he leapt.
"You know what?" huffed the fox, mustering all the defiance he could. "Those grapes are probably sour anyway. I wouldn't want to ruin my supper by filling up on sour, unripe grapes. Yes, that's it - they're far too sour for my refined tastes!"
With his nose upturned, the fox strutted away from the grapevine, trying his best to look nonchalant despite his growling tummy. "Sour, shriveled grapes are for the birds. I deserve only the sweetest, most perfect grapes. Those weren't fit for a fox of my stature."
As he disappeared back into the forest, the fox grumbled and groused, convincing himself he didn't really want those grapes in the first place. He could almost taste their imagined sourness on his tongue. "Good riddance to sour grapes!" he shouted, hoping to silence the rumbles of his empty belly.
Meanwhile, up in the grapevine, a family of purple finches had been watching the fox's struggles with amusement. "Those grapes were perfectly ripe and sweet," tittered one of the finches. "That foolish fox just couldn't reach them, so he convinced himself they were sour!"
The finches giggled at the silly fox's proud strut as he wandered away, his bravado not quite covering up for his bitter disappointment and hunger pangs. "Sour grapes indeed!" they chirped merrily, before joyfully feasting on the bountiful harvest.
From that day on, whenever someone dismisses something they can't have as undesirable, the woodland creatures chuckle and say "The fox couldn't get the grapes, so he told himself they were sour!" It's become a valuable lesson about making excuses and willfully deceiving oneself in the face of failure.
As for the fox, he continued roaming through the forest, stomach grumbling, defiantly ignoring any grapes he saw while dreaming of one day finding the sweetest, most perfect
grapevine - one short enough for even a crafty fox like himself to pillage to his heart's content. But secretly, he couldn't stop thinking about those plump, juicy, sour grapes.。