小学英语 英语故事(童话故事)The Shirt Collar 衬衫领子
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经典格林童话故事英文版格林童话是享誉世界文坛的文学作品,陪伴许多人度过了美好难忘的童年时光,你看过多少关于英文版的格林童话故事呢？下面是我为您整理的经典格林童话故事英文版，希望对你有所帮助!经典格林童话故事英文版篇一：懒惰的纺纱妇In a certain village there once lived a man and his wife, and the wife was so idle that she would never work at anything; whatever her husband gave her to spin, she did not get done, and what she did spin she did not wind, but let it all remain entangled in a heap. If the man scolded her, she was always ready with her tongue, and said, "Well, how should I wind it, when I have no reel?Just you go into the forest and get me one.""If that is all," said the man, "then I will go into the forest, and get some wood for making reels."Then the woman was afraid that if he had the wood he would make her a reel of it, and she would have to wind her yarn off, and then begin to spin again.She bethought herself a little, and then a lucky idea occurred to her, and she secretly followed the man into the forest, and when he had climbed into a tree to choose and cutthe wood, she crept into the thicket below where he could not see her, and cried, "He who cuts wood for reels shall die, And he who winds, shall perish." The man listened, laid down his axe for a moment, and began to consider what that could mean. "Hollo," he said at last, "what can that have been; my ears must have been singing, I won't alarm myself for nothing." So he again seized the axe, and began to hew, then again there came a cry from below: "He who cuts wood for reels shall die, And he who winds, shall perish." He stopped, and felt afraid and alarmed, and pondered over the circumstance. But when a few moments had passed, he took heart again, and a third time he stretched out his hand for the axe, and began to cut. But some one called out a third time, and said loudly,"He who cuts wood for reels shall die, And he who winds, shall perish." That was enough for him, and all inclination had departed from him, so he hastily descended the tree, and set out on his way home. The woman ran as fast as she could by by-ways so as to get home first. So when he entered the parlour, she put on an innocent look as if nothing had happened, and said, "Well, have you brought a nice piece of wood for reels?""No," said he, "I see very well that winding won't do," and told her what had happened to him in the forest, andfrom that time forth left her in peace about it. Neverthless after some time, the man again began to complain of the disorder in the house. "Wife," said he, "it is really a shame that the spun yarn should lie there all entangled!" "I'll tell you what," said she, "as we still don't come by any reel, go you up into the loft, and I will stand down below, and will throw the yarn up to you, and you will throw it down to me, and so we shall get a skein after all." "Yes, that will do," said the man. So they did that, and when it was done, he said, "The yarn is in skeins, now it must be boiled." The woman was again distressed; She certainly said, "Yes, we will boil it next morning early." but she was secretly contriving another trick. Early in the morning she got up, lighted a fire, and put the kettle on, only instead of the yarn, she put in a lump of tow, and let it boil. After that she went to the man who was still lying in bed, and said to him, "I must just go out, you must get up and look after the yarn which is in the kettle on the fire, but you must be at hand at once; mind that, for if the cock should happen to crow, and you are not attending to the yarn, it will become tow." The man was willing and took good care not to loiter. He got up as quickly as he could, and went into the kitchen. But when he reached the kettle and peeped in,he saw, to his horror, nothing but a lump of tow. Then the poor man was as still as a mouse, thinking he had neglected it, and was to blame, and in future said no more about yarn and spinning.But you yourself must own she was an odious woman!经典格林童话故事英文版篇二：金钥匙Once in the wintertime when the snow was very deep， a poor boy had to go out and fetch wood on a sled. After he had gathered it together and loaded it， he did not want to go straight home， because he was so frozen， but instead to make a fire and warm himself a little first. So he scraped the snow away， and while he was thus clearing the ground he found a small golden key. Now he believed that where there was a key， there must also be a lock， so he dug in the ground and found a little iron chest. "If only the key fits!" he thought. "Certainly there are valuable things in the chest." He looked， but there was no keyhole. Finally he found one， but so small that it could scarcely be seen. He tried the key， and fortunately it fitted. Then he turned it once， and now we must wait until he has finished unlocking it and has opened the lid. Then we shall find out what kind of wonderful things there were in the little chest.经典格林童话故事英文版篇三：农夫与魔鬼There was once on a time a far-sighted, crafty peasant whose tricks were much talked about. The best story is, however, how he once got hold of the Devil, and made a fool of him. The peasant had one day been working in his field, and as twilight had set in, was making ready for the journeyhome, when he saw a heap of burning coals in the middle of his field, and when, full of astonishment, he went up to it, a little black devil was sitting on the live coals. "Thou dost indeed sit upon a treasure!" said the peasant. "Yes, in truth," replied the Devil, "on a treasure which contains more gold and silver than thou hast ever seen in thy life!" - "The treasure lies in my field and belongs to me," said the peasant. "It is thine," answered the Devil, "if thou wilt for two years give me the half of everything thy field produces. Money I have enough of, but I have a desire for the fruits of the earth." The peasant agreed to the bargain. "In order, however, that no dispute may arise about the division," said he, "everything that is above ground shall belong to thee, and what is under the earth to me." The Devil was quite satisfied with that, but the cunning peasant had sown turnips.Now when the time for harvest came, the Devil appeared and wanted to take away his crop; but he found nothing buttheyellow withered leaves, while the peasant, full of delight, was digging up his turnips. "Thou hast had the best of it for once," said the Devil, "but the next time that won't do. What grows above ground shall be thine, and what is under it, mine." - "I am willing," replied the peasant; but when the time came to sow, he did not again sow turnips, but wheat. The grain became ripe, and the peasant went into the field and cut the full stalks down to the ground. When the Devil came, he found nothing but the stubble, and went away in a fury down into a cleft in the rocks. "That is the way to cheat the Devil," said the peasant, and went and fetched away the treasure.经典格林童话故事英文版篇四：巨人和裁缝A certain tailor who was great at boasting but ill at doing, took it into his head to go abroad for a while, and look about the world. As soon as he could manage it, he left his workshop, and wandered on his way, over hill and dale, sometimes hither, sometimes thither, but ever on and on. Once when he was out he perceived in the blue distance a steep hill, and behind it a tower reaching to the clouds, which rose up out of a wild dark forest. "Thunder and lightning," cried the tailor, "what is that?" and as he was strongly goaded by curiosity, he went boldly towards it. But what made the tailor open his eyes andmouth when he came near it, was to see that the tower had legs, and leapt in one bound over the steep hill, and was now standing as an all powerful giant before him. "What dost thou want here, thou tiny fly's leg?" cried the giant, with a voice as if it were thundering on every side. The tailor whimpered, "I want just to look about and see if I can earn a bit of bread for myself, in this forest." If that is what thou art after," said the giant, "thou mayst have a place with me." - "If it must be, why not? What wages shall I receive?" - "Thou shalt hear what wages thou shalt have. Every year three hundred and sixty-five days, and when it is leap-year, one more into the bargain. Does that suitthee?" - "All right," replied the tailor, and thought, in his own mind, "a man must cut his coat according to his cloth;I will try to get away as fast as I can." On this the giant said to him, "Go, little ragamuffin, and fetch me a jug of water." - "Had I not better bring the well itself at once, and the springtoo?" asked the boaster, and went with the pitcher to the water. "What! the well and the spring too," growled the giant in his beard, for he was rather clownish and stupid, and began to be afraid. "That knave is not a fool, he has a wizard in his body. Be on thy guard, old Hans, this is no serving-man for thee." When the tailor had brought the water, the giant badehim go into the forest, and cut a couple of blocks of wood and bring them back. "Why not the whole forest, at once, with one stroke. The whole forest, young and old, with all that is there, both rough and smooth?" asked the little tailor, and went to cut the wood. "What! the whole forest, young and old, with all that is there, both rough and smooth, and the well and its spring too," growled the credulous giant in his beard, and was still more terrified. "The knave can do much more than bake apples, and has a wizard in his body. Be on thy guard, old Hans, this is no serving-man for thee!" When the tailor had brought the wood, the giant commanded him to shoot two or three wild boars for supper. "Why not rather a thousand at one shot, and bring them all here?" inquired the ostentatious tailor. "What!" cried the timid giant in great terror; "Let well alone to-night, and lie down to rest."The giant was so terribly alarmed that he could not close an eye all night long for thinking what would be the best way to get rid of this accursed sorcerer of a servant. Time brings counsel. Next morning the giant and the tailor went to a marsh, round which stood a number of willow-trees. Then said the giant, "Hark thee, tailor, seat thyself on one of the willow-branches, I long of all things to see if thou art big enough to bend itdown." All at once the tailor was sitting on it, holding his breath, and making himself so heavy that the bough bent down. When, however, he was compelled to draw breath, it hurried him (for unfortunately he had not put hisvgoose in his pocket) so high into the air that he never was seen again, and this to the great delight of the giant. If the tailor has not fallen down again, he must be hovering about in the air.。
英语小故事— Oliver Wears the Pants
Oliver Wears the PantsThe only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.Sometimes I think I worry too much about my special needs son Oliver. It’s not so much that I worry . . . but that I just always assume he’s going to be the odd man out. N ot without reason of course —my son is one weird little guy. I personally like this about him, but I’m also aware of the fact that “weird” isn’t a sought after quality in elementary school.The fact that he’s in kindergarten makes everything a little bit easier. He’s given some leeway for being a “little kid” and the other kindergartners are still kind of goofy in their own ways, regardless of how much more typical they are. So Oliver continues to fly under the radar, doing his own thing, his own way, and isn’t largely concerned with how he may be perceived.That’s another thing I like about Oliver. He’s his own man. So other kids are moving on from their old preschool interests and now run around playing Star Wars? Whatever —he’s still happy with his Thomas trains. They think trains are for babies? Good —more trains for him. He’s not abandoning his favorite toys just because of what someone says. He has staying power.He is also so incredibly comfortable in his own skin. At five years old, he’s a very big kid. Over sixty pounds, he’s as tall as some of the second graders. And he is solid. I was also pretty tall for my age and a fairly sturdy little girl, but this always made me feel awkward. Like I was just a little too much. I felt heavier and weighed down by my size. But Oliver is sure-footed and agile. He uses this sense of weightiness as an anchor. He stands firm and holds his ground. A physical quality that matches his personality.And when I say Oliver is “comfortable in his own skin” I mean that quit e literally. He likes to wear as little clothing as possible. Coats are constricting and only to be tolerated in the coldest of temperatures. He has little patience for layers. They are peeled off as quickly as they were applied. And once inside, clothes are hardly necessary. Really — what purpose do they serve when not protecting you from the elements?Other children run in after school kicking off their shoes and flinging aside coats, seemingly deaf to their parents’ reminders to please put them in the cl oset. My son does this as well, but he takes it a step further by adding his pants to the trail of outerwear.Oliver doesn’t wear pants at home. In fact, he doesn’t wear pants in any home where he feels at home. It’s not uncommon for me to walk into a neig hborhood play date to find my pantless son building Lego towers or lounging in front of the television. It doesn’t matter if all the other kids are fully dressed. To each his own, you know. It’s not that he’s rude —he’s just comfortable. His state of undress is really just a testament to your superb hospitality. Kudos — you hostess with the mostess, you!I’ve come to accept this little quirk in the same way that I surrender to my daughter’s insistence on wearing nothing but pink. It’s not my preference . . . but I respect their choices as long as they’re not hurting anyone else.At the end of the day, I’m just thrilled if Oliver is at least wearing underpants.Aside from his current trajectory toward being “the naked guy” at college parties, Oliver is quite well behaved. He’s a nice boy and very accepting of others. Feel free to take off your pants at his house too. He doesn’t judge. He likes other kids as a general rule and will only be put off by unpleasant behavior. Even then, he doesn’t take offense — he just moves on. It’s like he has this innate sense of there being plenty of room for everyone. If you give him some space, he’ll give you yours. And in such a “my team/your team” world, I find this both brave and wise. I hope healways has the strength of character and confidence required to maintain that approach to life. So yes —he’s a special needs kid. He’s different. He’s maybe even a little weird. But he’s fine. The other day at the YMCA, I glanced down at the Kids’ Gym to see Oliver standing still w hile other children raced around him. I kept watching and realized that he wasn’t just standing still, he was frozen to the spot. His arms were stiff at his sides and his knees were locked. He stared straight ahead and looked as if he was trying not to blink. He stayed this way for long enough that even I, the head cheerleader for Team Different, thought he looked totally bizarre.Time stood still as Oliver stayed still. Blurred shapes of playing children swirled around him, but I only had eyes for my son, the statue. I thought, “What are you doing? Come on —just move already before the others notice. Walk. Play. Be normal. Please.”Then a small figure disengaged from the only vaguely perceived chaos around Oliver and tapped him on the shoulder. Just like that, he came back to life and ran out of view. And I suddenly understood. Oliver wasn’t playing some strange game of his own, oblivious to everyone around him and their potential scorn. He was playing Freeze Tag. They all were. He was part of the game. One of them.Talk about not seeing the forest for the trees.Oliver isn’t always alone. Sometimes he really is part of the group. And sometimes he’s not, but it doesn’t matter because he’s always exactly where he wants to be. There is always a place for him.I never need to worry about Oliver. He’s not oblivious to the world around him. He just makes his own decisions about when and where he wants to engage with it.He’s come a long way in the past few years, and the truth is, he has a long way to go. But I ha ve more faith in him than I do in almost anyone else in my life. He is my constant and he is true to himself. I have no doubt that he will always find his place in life. One where he is happiest, regardless of what anyone else thinks about it. He is now and will hopefully always be his own man. With the support of his family and friends, and without any fear of ever truly being alone. With or without pants.。
关于衣服的幼儿故事英文
关于衣服的幼儿故事英文以下是几个关于衣服的幼儿故事英文及意思：1. The Ugly Duckling(丑小鸭)Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who felt very different from the other ducks. He was teased and bullied by his peers because of his appearance. One day, he saw a group of beautiful swans swimming in a pond and wished he could be like them. To his surprise, he discovered that he was actually a swan himself! He finally found acceptance and realized that it's what's on the inside that counts.中文翻译：从前有一只丑小鸭，他觉得自己和其他鸭子很不一样。
因为他的外表，他经常被同伴嘲笑和欺负。
有一天，他看到一群美丽的天鹅在池塘里游泳，希望自己也能像它们一样美丽。
令他惊讶的是，他发现自己竟然是一只天鹅！最终，他找到了归属感，并意识到内在美才是最重要的。
1. The Princess and the Pea(公主与豌豆)A long time ago, there was a prince who wanted to find a true princess to marry. He traveled far and wide until he came across a young woman whoclaimed to be a princess. However, she didn't look or act like any princess he had ever met before. In order to test her claim, the prince put a single pea under twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. The next morning, the young woman complained of a terrible discomfort all night long, indicating that she was indeed a real princess.中文翻译：很久以前，有一个王子想找到一个真正的公主结婚。
少儿英语小故事30字：大制服
少儿英语小故事30字：大制服
Large Uniforms
During our first three days at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, we were herded from place to place for haircuts, shots and uniforms. Back in our barracks, the drill
instructor told us to put on our uniforms and fall out in front of the building. Some of the uniforms, however, were extremely large. As we filed outside, the sergeant stood by the door with his assistant. "We have to take some of these people back for refitting," he said. "That last man took two steps before his uniform moved."
大制服
在圣安东尼奥的莱克兰空军基地的头三天，我们被从一个地方赶到另一个地方去理发、照相、领制服。
回到营房之后，训练指导员让我们穿上制服，在营房前原地解散。
但是，我些制服特别大。
我们列队的时候，中士和他的副手就站在门边。
“我们得将一些人弄回去重新量一下，”他说，“最后那个人走了两步，他的制服才动。
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安徒生童话故事第51篇：衬衫领子TheShirt-Collar
安徒生童话故事第：衬衫领子The Shirt-Collar安徒生童话故事第51篇：衬衫领子The Shirt-Collar引导语：衬衫领子在我们的生活中是常见的，那么下面是小编收集的一篇相关的安徒生童话故事，有中英文版本的，欢迎大家阅读!从前有一位漂亮的绅士;他所有的动产只是一个脱靴器和一把梳子。
但他有一个世界上最好的衬衫领子。
我们现在所要听到的就是关于这个领子的故事。
衬衫领子的年纪已经很大，足够考虑结婚的问题。
事又凑巧，他和袜带在一块儿混在水里洗。
“我的天!”衬衫领子说，“我从来没有看到过这么苗条和细嫩、这么迷人和温柔的人儿。
请问你尊姓大名?”“这个我可不能告诉你!”袜带说。
“你府上在什么地方?”衬衫领子问。
不过袜带是非常害羞的。
要回答这样一个问题，她觉得非常困难。
“我想你是一根腰带吧?”衬衫领子说——“一种内衣的腰带!亲爱的小姐，我可以看出，你既有用，又可以做装饰品!”“你不应该跟我讲话!”袜带说。
“我想，我没有给你任何理由这样做!”“咳，一个长得像你这样美丽的人儿，”衬衫领子说，“就是足够的理由了。
”“请不要走得离我太近!”袜带说，“你很像一个男人!”“我还是一个漂亮的绅士呢!”衬衫领子说。
“我有一个脱靴器和一把梳子!”这完全不是真话，因为这两件东西是属于他的主人的。
他不过是在吹牛罢了。
“请不要走得离我太近!”袜带说，“我不习惯于这种行为。
”“这简直是在装腔作势!”衬衫领子说。
这时他们就从水里被取出来，上了浆，挂在一张椅子上晒，最后就被拿到一个熨斗板上。
现在一个滚热的熨斗来了。
“太太!”衬衫领子说，“亲爱的寡妇太太，我现在颇感到有些热了。
我现在变成了另外一个人;我的皱纹全没有了。
你烫穿了我的身体，噢，我要向你求婚!”“你这个老破烂!”熨斗说，同时很骄傲地在衬衫领子上走过去，因为她想象自己是一架火车头，拖着一长串列车，在铁轨上驰过去。
“你这个老破烂!”熨斗说。
衬衫领子的边缘上有些破损。
因此有一把剪纸的剪刀就来把这些破损的地方剪平。
安徒生童话英文版 (95)
she was so passionate. Even my own hair-brush was in love with me, and
lost all her hair through neglected love. Yes, I have had great
fine gentleman; quite stuck up. I had a boot-jack and a brush that I
never used. You should have seen me then, when I was turned down. I
shall never forget my first love; she was a girdle, so charming, and
to it."
"Affectation!" said the shirt-collar.
Then they were taken out of the wash-tub, starched, and hung
over a chair in the sunshine, and then laid on the ironing-board.
fine, and soft, and she threw herself into a washing tub for my
sake. There was a widow too, who was warmly in love with me, but I
left her alone, and she became quite black. The next was a
带拼音的儿童故事-衬衫领子(安徒生童话故事)
衬衫领子从前有一位漂亮的绅士；他所有的动产只是一个脱靴器和一把梳子。
但他有一个世界上最好的衬衫领子。
我们现在所要听到的就是关于这个领子的故事。
衬衫领子的年纪已经很大，足够考虑结婚的问题。
事又凑巧，他和袜带在一块儿混在水里洗。
“我的天！”衬衫领子说，“我从来没有看到过这么苗条和细嫩、这么迷人和温柔的人儿。
请问你尊姓大名？”“这个我可不能告诉你！”袜带说。
“你府上在什么地方？”衬衫领子问。
不过袜带是非常害羞的。
要回答这样一个问题，她觉得非常困难。
“我想你是一根腰带吧？”衬衫领子说——“一种内衣的腰带！亲爱的小姐，我可以看出，你既有用，又可以做装饰品！”“你不应该跟我讲话！”袜带说。
“我想，我没有给你任何理由这样做！”“咳，一个长得像你这样美丽的人儿，”衬衫领子说，“就是足够的理由了。
”“请不要走得离我太近！”袜带说，“你很像一个男人！”“我还是一个漂亮的绅士呢！”衬衫领子说。
“我有一个脱靴器和一把梳子！”这完全不是真话，因为这两件东西是属于他的主人的。
他不过是在吹牛罢了。
“请不要走得离我太近！”袜带说，“我不习惯于这种行为。
”“这简直是在装腔作势！”衬衫领子说。
这时他们就从水里被取出来，上了浆，挂在一张椅子上晒，最后就被拿到一个熨斗板上。
现在一个滚热的熨斗来了。
“太太！”衬衫领子说，“亲爱的寡妇太太，我现在颇感到有些热了。
我现在变成了另外一个人；我的皱纹全没有了。
你烫穿了我的身体，噢，我要向你求婚！”“你这个老破烂！”熨斗说，同时很骄傲地在衬衫领子上走过去，因为她想象自己是一架火车头，拖着一长串列车，在铁轨上驰过去“你这个老破烂！”衬衫领子的边缘上有些破损。
因此有一把剪纸的剪刀就来把这些破损的地方剪平。
“哎哟！”衬衫领子说，“你一定是一个芭蕾舞舞蹈家！你的腿子伸得那么直啊！我从来没有看见过这样美丽的姿态！世界上没有任何人能模仿你！”“这一点我知道！”剪刀说。
“你配得上做一个伯爵夫人！”衬衫领子说。
“我全部的财产是一位漂亮绅士，一个脱靴器和一把梳子。
简单启蒙幼儿英语小故事：新衣服
简单启蒙幼儿英语小故事：新衣服New Clothes新衣服I got a green box on my birthday.我在我的生日得到了一个绿色的盒子。
What’s inside?有什么在里面？It is a new shirt.一件新衬衫。
I got a pink box on my birthday.我在我的生日得到了一个粉红色的盒子。
What’s inside?有什么在里面？It is a new skirt.一条新裙子。
I got a purple box on my birthday.我在我的生日得到了一个紫色的盒子。
What’s inside?有什么在里面？It’s a new sweater.一件新毛线衫。
I got a red box on my birthday.我在我的生日得到了一个红色的盒子。
What’s inside?有什么在里面？It’s a new coat.一件新外套。
I got a brown box on my birthday.我在我的生日得到了一个棕色的盒子。
What’s inside?有什么在里面？They are new socks.它们是新袜子。
I got a blue box on my birthday.我在我的生日得到了一个蓝色的盒子。
What’s inside?有什么在里面？They are new shoes.它们是新鞋子。
I got a yellow box on my birthday.我在我的生日得到了一个黄色的盒子。
What’s inside?有什么在里面？They are new pants.它们是新裤子。
I like my new clothes.我喜欢我的新衣服。
What did you get for your birthday?你在你的生日得到了什么？。
勇敢的小裁缝英语童话
勇敢的小裁缝英语童话Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a brave little tailor. He was known for his extraordinary sewing skills and his courage. Despite his small size, he never backed down from any challenge that came his way.One day, news spread throughout the village that a fearsome giant had been terrorizing the nearby kingdom. The giant had been causing havoc, destroying crops, and intimidating the villagers. The king was desperate to find a solution to this problem and announced a reward for anyone who could defeat the giant.When the little tailor heard about the giant, he knew that this was his chance to prove his bravery. He took out his needle and thread and began sewing together a special outfit. He crafted a hat out of thick leather, a shirt with reinforced buttons, and pants made from the toughest fabric he could find. He also sewed a huge patch on his back with the words 'Fearless Tailor' embroidered in bold letters.Fully geared up, the little tailor set off to find the giant. Everyone in the village laughed at him, thinking he was just a foolish tailor with no chance against the mighty giant. But the brave little tailor did not let their laughter discouragehim; he had faith in his skills and determination.After days of searching, the tailor finally spotted the giant stomping through a forest. The giant's enormous size sent shivers down the tailor's spine, but he didn't let fear take over. Instead, he took a deep breath and approached the giant with confidence.Surprised to see such a tiny person in front of him, the giant chuckled. 'What are you doing here, little man? Do you want to be crushed under my foot?' he bellowed.The brave little tailor replied, 'I am here to defeat you and bring peace back to the kingdom. Prepare yourself!'Amused by the tailor's audacity, the giant decided to humor him. He raised his huge fist and aimed it at the tailor, ready to strike. But, with his lightning-fast reflexes, the tailor dodged the giant's punch and climbed onto his shoulder. Using his needle like a sword, he jabbed it into the giant's ear, causing him immense pain.The giant howled in agony, trying to swat away the little tailor. But the tailor was nimble and quick, and he kept moving around, poking the giant with his needle. Each jab brought the giant closer to defeat.Exhausted and in pain, the giant finally surrendered. Thelittle tailor had managed to defeat him with his sewing skills and bravery. News of the tailor's victory spread throughout the kingdom, and the grateful king rewarded him handsomely.From that day forward, the brave little tailor became a hero in the village. He continued to use his sewing skills to help others, whether it was repairing torn clothes or creating beautiful garments. His story became a legend, inspiring people to never underestimate the power of determination and bravery, no matter how small they may seem.。
安徒生经典童话故事《衬衫领子》
安徒生经典童话故事《衬衫领子》安徒生经典童话故事《衬衫领子》安徒生童话的作者简介安徒生1805年出生于丹麦一个鞋匠家庭，年轻时当过学徒，学过裁缝，也曾在济贫学校上过学，1828年进哥本哈根大学学习。
安徒生写过小说、剧本、游记、诗歌，但他的才能表现在童话创作上。
他的第一本童话故事集《讲给孩子们听的故事》发表于1835年。
全世界一代又一代的人阅读着安徒生的《海的女儿》、《卖火柴的小女孩》、《皇帝的新衣》、《白雪公主》、《丑小鸭》、《豌豆公主》等经典童话度过美好的童年。
安徒生一生共写了160多篇童话故事，作品被翻译成80多种语言。
他的作品以奇妙的幻想，深邃的智慧，幽默的讽刺反映穷人的悲惨生活，讽刺统治者及其附庸的昏庸和阿谀丑态，嘲笑富人无知和娇柔，歌颂真善美的理想和信念，百余年来一直为世界各国的小孩和大人所喜爱。
安徒生经典童话故事《衬衫领子》从前有一位漂亮的绅士;他所有的动产仅仅一个脱靴器和一把梳子。
但他有一个世界上的衬衫领子。
我们现在所要听到的就是关于这个领子的故事。
衬衫领子的年纪已经很大，充足考虑结婚的问题。
事又凑巧，他和袜带在一块儿混在水里洗。
“我的天!”衬衫领子说，“我从来没有看到过这么苗条和细嫩、这么迷人和温柔的人儿。
请问你尊姓大名?”“这个我可不能告诉你!”袜带说。
“你府上在什么地方?”衬衫领子问。
不过袜带是非常害羞的。
要回答这样一个问题，她觉得非常困难。
“我想你是一根腰带吧?”衬衫领子说——“一种内衣的腰带!亲爱的小姐，我能够看出，你既有用，又能够做装饰品!”“你不应该跟我讲话!”袜带说。
“我想，我没有给你任何理由这样做!”“咳，一个长得像你这样美丽的人儿，”衬衫领子说，“就是充足的理由了。
”“请不要走得离我太近!”袜带说，“你很像一个男人!”“我还是一个漂亮的绅士呢!”衬衫领子说。
“我有一个脱靴器和一把梳子!”这完全不是真话，因为这两件东西是属于他的主人的。
他不过是在吹牛罢了。
“请不要走得离我太近!”袜带说，“我不习惯于这种行为。
The shirt of a happy man(Part 1)
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人物形象分析
主人公的性格特点
乐观开朗：无论遇到什么困难他都能保持积极的心态勇往直前。
善良正直：他总是为他人着想对待朋友和家人都非常真诚。
勇敢坚定：在追求自己的梦想和目标时他从不退缩敢于面对一切挑战。
幽默风趣：他善于用幽默的方式调节气氛让人感到轻松愉快。
人物介绍
性格特点：乐观、积极、充满活力
姓名：The shirt of hppy mn
职业：未知
人生观：追求快乐和幸福
故事情节概述
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Tom遇到了一位不快乐的客户他因为衬衫的问题而感到烦恼。Tom耐心地解决了他的问题并给他留下了深刻的印象。
主人公Tom是一个快乐的衬衫销售员他总是乐观地看待生活并乐于帮助他人解决问题。
寓意解析：幸福不是从天而降的需要自己去争取和珍惜
启示：我们应该珍惜生活中的每一份幸福不要等到失去后才后悔莫及
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The shirt of hppy mn(Prt 1)
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故事背景
故事发生在一个普通的小镇上
主人公是一个平凡的男人名叫杰克
杰克的生活充满了快乐和幸福
故事讲述了杰克如何通过一件衬衫找到幸福和快乐
这位客户后来成为Tom的忠实客户并向他推荐了其他客户。Tom的生意越来越好他感到非常高兴和满足。
故事以Tom的成功和快乐结束表达了乐观、助人和坚持不懈的重要性。
英语作文我叠衬衫的步骤
英语作文我叠衬衫的步骤英文回答：How to Fold a Shirt.1. Lay the shirt flat. Make sure the collar is buttoned and the shirt is facing you.2. Fold the sleeves in. Bring the sleeves towards the center of the shirt, overlapping them by a few inches.3. Fold the bottom of the shirt up. Bring the bottom edge of the shirt up to meet the edge of the sleeves.4. Fold the shirt in half. Bring the bottom half of the shirt up to meet the top half.5. Fold the shirt in half again. Bring the left half of the shirt over to the right half.6. Tuck the bottom edge of the shirt into the collar. This will help to keep the shirt closed.中文回答：叠衬衫步骤：1. 平铺衬衫。
确保领子扣上并且衬衫正面朝上。
2. 向内对折衣袖。
将衣袖向衬衫中心靠拢，重叠几英寸。
3. 将衬衫下摆向上折。
将衬衫的下边缘向上折，与衣袖的边缘对齐。
4. 将衬衫对折。
将衬衫的下半部分向上折，与上半部分对齐。
5. 再次对折衬衫。
将衬衫的左半部分叠在右半部分上。
6. 将衬衫下摆塞进领子里。
这将有助于保持衬衫合拢。
沈阳市三小小学英语 英语故事童话故事The Shirt Collar 衬衫领子
The Shirt Collar 衬衫领子There was once a perfect gentleman whose whole household goods consisted of one bootjack and a comb. But he also had one of the most remarkable shirt collarsin the world. I'll tell you a story about it.When the shirt collar had passed his prime he turned his thoughts to marriage. In the fullness of time he went to the wash, and there he met with a garter. "My!" said the collar, "anyone so slender, so tender, so neat and nice as you are, I never did see. May I know your name?""No," said the garter. "I won't tell you.""Then at least tell me where you live?" asked the collar.But the garter was so modest that she couldn't bring herself to answer such an embarrassing question."I believe you are a girdle," said the collar. "A sort of underneath girdle. And I dare say you're as useful as you are beautiful, my pretty little dear.""I forbid you to speak to me," said the garter. "I'm sure I haven't given you the slightest encouragement.""Your beauty is every encouragement," said the collar."Kindly keep away from me," said the garter. "You look too masculine.""Oh, I'm a perfect gentleman," said the collar. "I've a bootjack and a comb to prove it."This wasn't true at all, for they belonged to his master, but he liked to boast. "Please don't come so close," said the garter. "I'm not used to such behaviour.""Prude!" the collar called her as they took him from the washtub. They starched him, hung him over a chair back in the sun, and then stretched him out on an ironing board. There he met with a sadiron."My dear lady," said the collar, "you adorable widow woman, the closer you come the warmer I feel. I'm a changed collar since I met you, without a wrinkle left in me. You burn clear through me. Oh, won't you be mine?""Rag!" said the sadiron, as she flattened him out, for she went her way like a railway engine pulling cars down a track. "Rag!" was what she said.The collar was the worse for wear at the edges, so the scissors were called for to trim him."Oh," said the collar, "you must be a ballet dancer. How straight you stretch your legs out. Such a graceful performance! No one can do that like you.""I'm well aware of it," said the scissors."You deserve to be no less than a countess," said the collar. "All I have to offer is my perfect gentleman, bootjack and comb. Oh, if only I had an earldom.""I do believe he's daring to propose," said the scissors. She cut him so furiously that he never recovered."Now I shall have to ask the comb," said the collar. "My dear, how remarkably well you've kept your teeth. Have you ever thought of getting engaged?""Why, of course," said the comb. "I am engaged-to the bootjack.""Engaged!" the collar exclaimed. Now that there was no one left for him to court, the collar pretended that he had never meant to marry.Time passed and the collar went his way to the bin in a paper mill, where the rags kept company according to rank, the fine rags in one bin, the coarse in another, just as it is in the world. They all gossiped aplenty but the collar chattered the most, for he was an awful braggart."I've had sweethearts by the dozen," he told them. "Ladies never would leave me alone, and you can't blame them; for I was such a perfect gentleman, stiff with starch, and with a bootjack and comb to spare. You should have seen me then. You should have seen me unbend."I'll never forget my first love-such a charming little girdle, so slender and tender. She threw herself into a tub of water, all for the love of me. Then there was the widow, glowing to get me, but I jilted her and let her cool off. And there was the ballet dancer, whose mark I bear to this day. What a fiery creature she was! And even my comb fell so hard in love with me that she lost all her teeth when I left her. Yes, indeed, I have plenty on my conscience. But the garter-I mean the girdle - who drowned herself in the wash tub, is the one I feel most badly about. Oh, I have a black record, and it's high time I turned into spotless white paper."And that's exactly what happened. All the rags were made into paper, and the collar became the page you see, the very paper on which this story is printed. That was because he boasted so outrageously about things that never had happened. So let's be careful to behave we better than he did, for you never can tell. Some day we may end up in the rag bag, and be made into white paper on which the whole story of our life is printed in full detail. Then we'd have to turn tattletale on ourselves, just as the shirt collar has done.数字的学习(numbers)游戏说明:很多小图片，几张做遮盖用的纸导入数字：黑板上帖好几组小图片，数量分别是1到10，用纸遮盖好，有种神秘感。
格林童话英语小故事_童话故事
格林童话英语小故事利用童话故事可以很好的培养幼儿的表达能力,下面这些是小编为大家推荐的几篇格林童话小故事。
格林童话英语小故事1：魔鬼的三根金发There was once a poor woman who gave birth to a little son; and as he came into the world with a caul on, it was predicted that in his fourteenth year he would have the King's daughter for his wife.It happened that soon afterwards the King came into the village, and no one knew that he was the King, and when he asked the people what news there was, they answered, "A child has just been born with a caul on; whatever any one so born undertakes turns out well. It is prophesied, too, that in his fourteenth year he will have the King's daughter for his wife."The King, who had a bad heart, and was angry about the prophecy, went to the parents, and, seeming quite friendly, said, "You poor people, let me have your child, and I will take care of it." At first they refused, but when the stranger offered them a large amount of gold for it, and they thought, "It is a luck-child, and everything must turn out well for it," they at last consented, and gave him the child.The King put it in a box and rode away with it until he came to a deep piece of water; then he threw the box into it and thought, "I have freed my daughter from her unlooked-for suitor."The box, however, did not sink, but floated like a boat, and not a drop of water made its way into it. And it floated to within two miles of the King's chief city, where there was a mill, and it came to a stand-still at the mill-dam. A miller's boy, who by goodluck was standing there, noticed it and pulled it out with a hook, thinking that he had found a great treasure, but when he opened it there lay a pretty boy inside, quite fresh and lively. He took him to the miller and his wife, and as they had no children they were glad, and said, "God has given him to us." They took great care of the foundling, and he grew up in all goodness.It happened that once in a storm, the King went into the mill, and he asked the mill-folk if the tall youth was their son. "No," answered they, "he's a foundling. Fourteen years ago he floated down to the mill-dam in a box, and the mill-boy pulled him out of the water." Then the King knew that it was none other than the luck-child which he had thrown into the water, and he said, "My good people, could not the youth take a letter to the Queen; I will give him two gold pieces as a reward?" - "Just as the King commands," answered they, and they told the boy to hold himself in readiness. Then the King wrote a letter to the Queen, wherein he said, "As soon as the boy arrives with this letter, let him be killed and buried, and all must be done before I come home."The boy set out with this letter; but he lost his way, and in the evening came to a large forest. In the darkness he saw a small light; he went towards it and reached a cottage. When he went in, an old woman was sitting by the fire quite alone. She started when she saw the boy, and said, "Whence do you come, and whither are you going?" - "I come from the mill," he answered, "and wish to go to the Queen, to whom I am taking a letter; but as I have lost my way in the forest I should like to stay here over night." - "You poor boy," said the woman, "you have come into a den of thieves, and when they come home they will kill you." - "Let them come," said the boy, "I am not afraid; but I am so tiredthat I cannot go any farther:" and he stretched himself upon a bench and fell asleep.Soon afterwards the robbers came, and angrily asked what strange boy was lying there? "Ah," said the old woman, "it is an innocent child who has lost himself in the forest, and out of pity I have let him come in; he has to take a letter to the Queen." The robbers opened the letter and read it, and in it was written that the boy as soon as he arrived should be put to death. Then the hard-hearted robbers felt pity, and their leader tore up the letter and wrote another, saying, that as soon as the boy came, he should be married at once to the King's daughter. Then they let him lie quietly on the bench until the next morning, and when he awoke they gave him the letter, and showed him the right way.And the Queen, when she had received the letter and read it, did as was written in it, and had a splendid wedding-feast prepared, and the King's daughter was married to the luck-child, and as the youth was handsome and agreeable she lived with him in joy and contentment.After some time the King returned to his palace and saw that the prophecy was fulfilled, and the luck-child married to his daughter. "How has that come to pass?" said he; "I gave quite another order in my letter." So the Queen gave him the letter, and said that he might see for himself what was written in it. The King read the letter and saw quite well that it had been exchanged for the other. He asked the youth what had become of the letter entrusted to him, and why he had brought another instead of it. "I know nothing about it," answered he; "it must have been changed in the night, when I slept in the forest."The King said in a passion, "You shall not have everything quite so much your own way; whosoever marries my daughtermust fetch me from hell three golden hairs from the head of the devil; bring me what I want, and you shall keep my daughter." In this way the King hoped to be rid of him for ever. But the luck-child answered, "I will fetch the golden hairs, I am not afraid of the Devil."Thereupon he took leave of them and began his journey. The road led him to a large town, where the watchman by the gates asked him what his trade was, and what he knew. "I know everything," answered the luck-child. "Then you can do us a favour," said the watchman, "if you will tell us why our market-fountain, which once flowed with wine has become dry, and no longer gives even water?" - "That you shall know," answered he; "only wait until I come back." Then he went farther and came to another town, and there also the gatekeeper asked him what was his trade, and what he knew. "I know everything," answered he. "Then you can do us a favour and tell us why a tree in our town which once bore golden apples now does not even put forth leaves?" - "You shall know that," answered he; "only wait until I come back." Then he went on and came to a wide river over which he must go. The ferryman asked him what his trade was, and what he knew. "I know everything," answered he. "Then you can do me a favour," said the ferryman, "and tell me why I must always be rowing backwards and forwards, and am never set free?" - "You shall know that," answered he; "only wait until I come back."When he had crossed the water he found the entrance to Hell. It was black and sooty within, and the Devil was not at home, but his grandmother was sitting in a large arm-chair. "What do you want?" said she to him, but she did not look so very wicked. "I should like to have three golden hairs from the devil's head,"answered he, "else I cannot keep my wife." - "That is a good deal to ask for," said she; "if the devil comes home and finds you, it will cost you your life; but as I pity you, I will see if I cannot help you." She changed him into an ant and said, "Creep into the folds of my dress, you will be safe there." - "Yes," answered he, "so far, so good; but there are three things besides that I want to know: why a fountain which once flowed with wine has become dry, and no longer gives even water; why a tree which once bore golden apples does not even put forth leaves; and why a ferry-man must always be going backwards and forwards, and is never set free?" - "Those are difficult questions," answered she, "but only be silent and quiet and pay attention to what the devil says when I pull out the three golden hairs."As the evening came on, the devil returned home. No sooner had he entered than he noticed that the air was not pure. "I smell man's flesh," said he; "all is not right here." Then he pried into every corner, and searched, but could not find anything. His grandmother scolded him. "It has just been swept," said she, "and everything put in order, and now you are upsetting it again; you have always got man's flesh in your nose. Sit down and eat your supper." When he had eaten and drunk he was tired, and laid his head in his grandmother's lap, and before long he was fast asleep, snoring and breathing heavily. Then the old woman took hold of a golden hair, pulled it out, and laid it down near her. "Oh!" cried the devil, "what are you doing?""I have had a bad dream," answered the grandmother, "so I seized hold of your hair." - "What did you dream then?" said the devil. "I dreamed that a fountain in a market-place from which wine once flowed was dried up, and not even water would flow out of it; what is the cause of it?" - "Oh, ho! if they did but knowit," answered the devil; "there is a toad sitting under a stone in the well; if they killed it, the wine would flow again."He went to sleep again and snored until the windows shook. Then she pulled the second hair out. "Ha! what are you doing?" cried the devil angrily. "Do not take it ill," said she, "I did it in a dream." - "What have you dreamt this time?" asked he. "I dreamt that in a certain kingdom there stood an apple-tree which had once borne golden apples, but now would not even bear leaves. What, think you, was the reason?""Oh! if they did but know," answered the devil. "A mouse is gnawing at the root; if they killed this they would have golden apples again, but if it gnaws much longer the tree will wither altogether. But leave me alone with your dreams: if you disturb me in my sleep again you will get a box on the ear." The grandmother spoke gently to him until he fell asleep again and snored. Then she took hold of the third golden hair and pulled it out. The devil jumped up, roared out, and would have treated her ill if she had not quieted him once more and said, "Who can help bad dreams?""What was the dream, then?" asked he, and was quite curious. "I dreamt of a ferry-man who complained that he must always ferry from one side to the other, and was never released. What is the cause of it?" - "Ah! the fool," answered the devil; "when any one comes and wants to go across he must put the oar in his hand, and the other man will have to ferry and he will be free." As the grandmother had plucked out the three golden hairs, and the three questions were answered, she let the old serpent alone, and he slept until daybreak. When the devil had gone out again the old woman took the ant out of the folds of her dress, and gave the luck-child his human shape again."There are the three golden hairs for you," said she. "What the Devil said to your three questions, I suppose you heard?" - "Yes," answered he, "I heard, and will take care to remember." - "You have what you want," said she, "and now you can go your way." He thanked the old woman for helping him in his need, and left hell well content that everything had turned out so fortunately. When he came to the ferry-man he was expected to give the promised answer. "Ferry me across first," said the luck-child, "and then I will tell you how you can be set free," and when he reached the opposite shore he gave him the devil's advice: "Next time any one comes, who wants to be ferried over, just put the oar in his hand."He went on and came to the town wherein stood the unfruitful tree, and there too the watchman wanted an answer. So he told him what he had heard from the devil: "Kill the mouse which is gnawing at its root, and it will again bear golden apples." Then the watchman thanked him, and gave him as a reward two asses laden with gold, which followed him. At last he came to the town whose well was dry. He told the watchman what the devil had said: "A toad is in the well beneath a stone; you must find it and kill it, and the well will again give wine in plenty." The watchman thanked him, and also gave him two asses laden with gold.At last the luck-child got home to his wife, who was heartily glad to see him again, and to hear how well he had prospered in everything. To the King he took what he had asked for, the devil's three golden hairs, and when the King saw the four asses laden with gold he was quite content, and said, "Now all the conditions are fulfilled, and you can keep my daughter. But tell me, dear son-in-law, where did all that gold come from? this is tremendouswealth!" - "I was rowed across a river," answered he, "and got it there; it lies on the shore instead of sand." - "Can I too fetch some of it?" said the King; and he was quite eager about it. "As much as you like," answered he. "There is a ferry-man on the river; let him ferry you over, and you can fill your sacks on the other side."The greedy King set out in all haste, and when he came to the river he beckoned to the ferry-man to put him across. The ferry-man came and bade him get in, and when they got to the other shore he put the oar in his hand and sprang out. But from this time forth the King had to ferry, as a punishment for his sins. Perhaps he is ferrying still? If he is, it is because no one has taken the oar from him.格林童话英语小故事2:当音乐家去There was once an ass whose master had made him carry sacks to the mill for many a long year, but whose strength began at last to fail, so that each day as it came found him less capable of work. Then his master began to think of turning him out, but the ass, guessing that something was in the wind that boded him no good, ran away, taking the road to Bremen; for there he thought he might get an engagement as town musician. When he had gone a little way he found a hound lying by the side of the road panting, as if he had run a long way. "Now, Holdfast, what are you so out of breath about?" said the ass. "Oh dear!" said the dog, "now I am old, I get weaker every day, and can do no good in the hunt, so, as my master was going to have me killed, I have made my escape; but now, how am I to gain a living?" - "I will tell you what," said the ass, "I am going to Bremen to become town musician. You may as well go with me, and take up music too. I can play the lute, and you can beat the drum." And the dog consented, and they walked on together. It was notlong before they came to a cat sitting in the road, looking as dismal as three wet days. "Now then, what is the matter with you, old shaver?" said the ass. "I should like to know who would be cheerful when his neck is in danger," answered the cat. "Now that I am old my teeth are getting blunt, and I would rather sit by the oven and purr than run about after mice, and my mistress wanted to drown me; so I took myself off; but good advice is scarce, and I do not know what is to become of me." - "Go with us to Bremen," said the ass, "and become town musician. You understand serenading." The cat thought well of the idea, and went with them accordingly. After that the three travellers passed by a yard, and a cock was perched on the gate crowing with all his might. "Your cries are enough to pierce bone and marrow," said the ass; "what is the matter?" - "I have foretold good weather for Lady-day, so that all the shirts may be washed and dried; and now on Sunday morning company is coming, and the mistress has told the cook that I must be made into soup, and this evening my neck is to be wrung, so that I am crowing with all my might while I can." - "You had much better go with us, Chanticleer," said the ass. "We are going to Bremen. At any rate that will be better than dying. You have a powerful voice, and when we are all performing together it will have a very good effect." So the cock consented, and they went on all four together.But Bremen was too far off to be reached in one day, and towards evening they came to a wood, where they determined to pass the night. The ass and the dog lay down under a large tree; the cat got up among the branches, and the cock flew up to the top, as that was the safest place for him. Before he went to sleep he looked all round him to the four points of the compass, and perceived in the distance a little light shining, and he calledout to his companions that there must be a house not far off, as he could see a light, so the ass said, "We had better get up and go there, for these are uncomfortable quarters." The dog began to fancy a few bones, not quite bare, would do him good. And they all set off in the direction of the light, and it grew larger and brighter, until at last it led them to a robber's house, all lighted up. The ass. being the biggest, went up to the window, and looked in. "Well, what do you see?" asked the dog. "What do I see?" answered the ass; "here is a table set out with splendid eatables and drinkables, and robbers sitting at it and making themselves very comfortable." - "That would just suit us," said the cock. "Yes, indeed, I wish we were there," said the ass. Then they consulted together how it should be managed so as to get the robbers out of the house, and at last they hit on a plan. The ass was to place his forefeet on the window-sill, the dog was to get on the ass's back, the cat on the top of the dog, and lastly the cock was to fly up and perch on the cat's head. When that was done, at a given signal they all began to perform their music. The ass brayed, the dog barked, the cat mewed, and the cock crowed; then they burst through into the room, breaking all the panes of glass. The robbers fled at the dreadful sound; they thought it was some goblin, and fled to the wood in the utmost terror. Then the four companions sat down to table, made free with the remains of the meal, and feasted as if they had been hungry for a month.And when they had finished they put out the lights, and each sought out a sleeping-place to suit his nature and habits. The ass laid himself down outside on the dunghill, the dog behind the door, the cat on the hearth by the warm ashes, and the cock settled himself in the cockloft, and as they were all tired with theirlong journey they soon fell fast asleep. When midnight drew near, and the robbers from afar saw that no light was burning, and that everything appeared quiet, their captain said to them that he thought that they had run away without reason, telling one of them to go and reconnoitre. So one of them went, and found everything quite quiet; he went into the kitchen to strike a light, and taking the glowing fiery eyes of the cat for burning coals, he held a match to them in order to kindle it. But the cat, not seeing the joke, flew into his face, spitting and scratching. Then he cried out in terror, and ran to get out at the back door, but the dog, who was lying there, ran at him and bit his leg; and as he was rushing through the yard by the dunghill the ass struck out and gave him a great kick with his hind foot; and the cock, who had been wakened with the noise, and felt quite brisk, cried out, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" Then the robber got back as well as he could to his captain, and said, "Oh dear! in that house there is a gruesome witch, and I felt her breath and her long nails in my face; and by the door there stands a man who stabbed me in the leg with a knife; and in the yard there lies a black spectre, who beat me with his wooden club; and above, upon the roof, there sits the justice, who cried, 'Bring that rogue here!' And so I ran away from the place as fast as I could." From that time forward the robbers never ventured to that house, and the four Bremen town musicians found themselves so well off where they were, that there they stayed. And the person who last related this tale is still living, as you see.格林童话英语小故事3:没有手的姑娘A certain miller had little by little fallen into poverty, and had nothing left but his mill and a large apple-tree behind it. Once when he had gone into the forest to fetch wood, an old manstepped up to him whom he had never seen before, and said, "Why dost thou plague thyself with cutting wood, I will make thee rich, if thou wilt promise me what is standing behind thy mill?" - "What can that be but my apple-tree?" thought the miller, and said, "Yes," and gave a written promise to the stranger. He, however, laughed mockingly and said, "When three years have passed, I will come and carry away what belongs to me," and then he went. When the miller got home, his wife came to meet him and said, "Tell me, miller, from whence comes this sudden wealth into our house? All at once every box and chest was filled; no one brought it in, and I know not how it happened." He answered, "It comes from a stranger who met me in the forest, and promised me great treasure. I, in return, have promised him what stands behind the mill; we can very well give him the big apple-tree for it." - "Ah, husband," said the terrified wife, "that must have been the devil! He did not mean the apple-tree, but our daughter, who was standing behind the mill sweeping the yard."The miller's daughter was a beautiful, pious girl, and lived through the three years in the fear of God and without sin. When therefore the time was over, and the day came when the Evil-one was to fetch her, she washed herself clean, and made a circle round herself with chalk. The devil appeared quite early, but he could not come near to her. Angrily, he said to the miller, "Take all water away from her, that she may no longer be able to wash herself, for otherwise I have no power over her." The miller was afraid, and did so. The next morning the devil came again, but she had wept on her hands, and they were quite clean. Again he could not get near her, and furiously said to the miller, "Cut her hands off, or else I cannot get the better of her." The miller was shocked and answered, "How could I cut off my own child'shands?" Then the Evil-one threatened him and said, "If thou dost not do it thou art mine, and I will take thee thyself." The father became alarmed, and promised to obey him. So he went to the girl and said, "My child, if I do not cut off both thine hands, the devil will carry me away, and in my terror I have promised to do it. Help me in my need, and forgive me the harm I do thee." She replied, "Dear father, do with me what you will, I am your child." Thereupon she laid down both her hands, and let them be cut off. The devil came for the third time, but she had wept so long and so much on the stumps, that after all they were quite clean. Then he had to give in, and had lost all right over her.The miller said to her, "I have by means of thee received such great wealth that I will keep thee most delicately as long as thou livest." But she replied, "Here I cannot stay, I will go forth, compassionate people will give me as much as I require." Thereupon she caused her maimed arms to be bound to her back, and by sunrise she set out on her way, and walked the whole day until night fell. Then she came to a royal garden, and by the shimmering of the moon she saw that trees covered with beautiful fruits grew in it, but she could not enter, for there was much water round about it. And as she had walked the whole day and not eaten one mouthful, and hunger tormented her, she thought, "Ah, if I were but inside, that I might eat of the fruit, else must I die of hunger!" Then she knelt down, called on God the Lord, and prayed. And suddenly an angel came towards her, who made a dam in the water, so that the moat became dry and she could walk through it. And now she went into the garden and the angel went with her. She saw a tree covered with beautiful pears, but they were all counted. Then she went to them, and to still her hunger, ate one with her mouth from the tree, but no more. Thegardener was watching; but as the angel was standing by, he was afraid and thought the maiden was a spirit, and was silent, neither did he dare to cry out, or to speak to the spirit. When she had eaten the pear, she was satisfied, and went and concealed herself among the bushes. The King to whom the garden belonged, came down to it next morning, and counted, and saw that one of the pears was missing, and asked the gardener what had become of it, as it was not lying beneath the tree, but was gone. Then answered the gardener, "Last night, a spirit came in, who had no hands, and ate off one of the pears with its mouth." The King said, "How did the spirit get over the water, and where did it go after it had eaten the pear?" The gardener answered, "Some one came in a snow-white garment from heaven who made a dam, and kept back the water, that the spirit might walk through the moat. And as it must have been an angel, I was afraid, and asked no questions, and did not cry out. When the spirit had eaten the pear, it went back again." The King said, "If it be as thou sayest, I will watch with thee to-night."When it grew dark the King came into the garden and brought a priest with him, who was to speak to the spirit. All three seated themselves beneath the tree and watched. At midnight the maiden came creeping out of the thicket, went to the tree, and again ate one pear off it with her mouth, and beside her stood the angel in white garments. Then the priest went out to them and said, "Comest thou from heaven or from earth? Art thou a spirit, or a human being?" She replied, "I am no spirit, but an unhappy mortal deserted by all but God." The King said, "If thou art forsaken by all the world, yet will I not forsake thee." He took her with him into his royal palace, and as she was so beautiful and good, he loved her with all his heart, had silverhands made for her, and took her to wife.After a year the King had to take the field, so he commended his young Queen to the care of his mother and said, "If she is brought to bed take care of her, nurse her well, and tell me of it at once in a letter." Then she gave birth to a fine boy. So the old mother made haste to write and announce the joyful news to him. But the messenger rested by a brook on the way, and as he was fatigued by the great distance, he fell asleep. Then came the Devil, who was always seeking to injure the good Queen, and exchanged the letter for another, in which was written that the Queen had brought a monster into the world. When the King read the letter he was shocked and much troubled, but he wrote in answer that they were to take great care of the Queen and nurse her well until his arrival. The messenger went back with the letter, but rested at the same place and again fell asleep. Then came the Devil once more, and put a different letter in his pocket, in which it was written that they were to put the Queen and her child to death. The old mother was terribly shocked when she received the letter, and could not believe it. She wrote back again to the King, but received no other answer, because each time the Devil substituted a false letter, and in the last letter it was also written that she was to preserve the Queen's tongue and eyes as a token that she had obeyed.But the old mother wept to think such innocent blood was to be shed, and had a hind brought by night and cut out her tongue and eyes, and kept them. Then said she to the Queen, "I cannot have thee killed as the King commands, but here thou mayst stay no longer. Go forth into the wide world with thy child, and never come here again." The poor woman tied her child on her back, and went away with eyes full of tears. She came into a。
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The Shirt Collar 衬衫领子There was once a perfect gentleman whose whole household goods consisted of one bootjack and a comb. But he also had one of the most remarkable shirt collars in the world. I'll tell you a story about it.When the shirt collar had passed his prime he turned his thoughts to marriage. In the fullness of time he went to the wash, and there he met with a garter."My!" said the collar, "anyone so slender, so tender, so neat and nice as you are, I never did see. May I know your name?""No," said the garter. "I won't tell you.""Then at least tell me where you live?" asked the collar.But the garter was so modest that she couldn't bring herself to answer such an embarrassing question."I believe you are a girdle," said the collar. "A sort of underneath girdle. And I dare say you're as useful as you are beautiful, my pretty little dear.""I forbid you to speak to me," said the garter. "I'm sure I haven't given you the slightest encouragement.""Your beauty is every encouragement," said the collar."Kindly keep away from me," said the garter. "You look too masculine.""Oh, I'm a perfect gentleman," said the collar. "I've a bootjack and a comb to prove it."This wasn't true at all, for they belonged to his master, but he liked to boast. "Please don't come so close," said the garter. "I'm not used to such behaviour." "Prude!" the collar called her as they took him from the washtub. They starched him, hung him over a chair back in the sun, and then stretched him out on an ironing board. There he met with a sadiron."My dear lady," said the collar, "you adorable widow woman, the closer you come the warmer I feel. I'm a changed collar since I met you, without a wrinkle left in me. You burn clear through me. Oh, won't you be mine?""Rag!" said the sadiron, as she flattened him out, for she went her way like a railway engine pulling cars down a track. "Rag!" was what she said.The collar was the worse for wear at the edges, so the scissors were called for to trim him."Oh," said the collar, "you must be a ballet dancer. How straight you stretch your legs out. Such a graceful performance! No one can do that like you.""I'm well aware of it," said the scissors."You deserve to be no less than a countess," said the collar. "All I have to offer is my perfect gentleman, bootjack and comb. Oh, if only I had an earldom.""I do believe he's daring to propose," said the scissors. She cut him so furiously that he never recovered."Now I shall have to ask the comb," said the collar. "My dear, how remarkably well you've kept your teeth. Have you ever thought of getting engaged?""Why, of course," said the comb. "I am engaged-to the bootjack.""Engaged!" the collar exclaimed. Now that there was no one left for him to court, the collar pretended that he had never meant to marry.Time passed and the collar went his way to the bin in a paper mill, where the rags kept company according to rank, the fine rags in one bin, the coarse in another, just as it is in the world. They all gossiped aplenty but the collar chattered the most, for he was an awful braggart."I've had sweethearts by the dozen," he told them. "Ladies never would leave me alone, and you can't blame them; for I was such a perfect gentleman, stiff with starch, and with a bootjack and comb to spare. You should have seen me then. You should have seen me unbend."I'll never forget my first love-such a charming little girdle, so slender and tender. She threw herself into a tub of water, all for the love of me. Then there was the widow, glowing to get me, but I jilted her and let her cool off. And there was the ballet dancer, whose mark I bear to this day. What a fiery creature she was! And even my comb fell so hard in love with me that she lost all her teeth when I left her. Yes, indeed, I have plenty on my conscience. But the garter-I mean the girdle - who drowned herself in the wash tub, is the one I feel most badly about. Oh, I have a black record, and it's high time I turned into spotless white paper." And that's exactly what happened. All the rags were made into paper, and the collar became the page you see, the very paper on which this story is printed. That was because he boasted so outrageously about things that never had happened. So let's be careful to behave we better than he did, for you never can tell. Some day we may end up in the rag bag, and be made into white paper on which the whole story of our life is printed in full detail. Then we'd have to turn tattletale on ourselves, just as the shirt collar has done.。