泸溪县一小小学英语 英语故事儿童故事The Ugly Duckling

The Ugly Duckling
The Ugly Duckling
A mother duck was brooding on her eggs near the margin of a pond. A flock of lovely baby ducks was soon born, making sweet peeping sounds when the eggs were broken. But one egg remained unbroken. "It is strange. Why has this egg
not broken?"
The mother duck continued her brooding. At last, the egg was broken and a baby duck was born. However that baby duck was very ugly compared to the other baby ducks.
The mother duck was worried, but still she took the baby ducks near the water and taught them how to swim. The ugly duckling also swam with his
brothers and sisters, moving his legs eagerly. "It is lucky though. That baby swims well." Still his brothers pecked at the ugly duckling with their bills.
"How hideous this baby duck is. We don't want to see you. Go to a cat." His brothers gave a very hard time to the poor duckling. "Stop it, don't do
that!" The mother duck sighed and said, "Ah! I wish that this baby could live happily at another place."
The baby duck heard what his mother said and dropped tears of sorrow saying, "Mom, I will leave. Good-bye." The ugly duckling left his nest beyond the pond.
When he entered the forest, other birds were frightened by the baby duck and ran away. "Why do they run away? Is it because I am so awful?" The baby
duck became sadder and plodded along the field.
Near the water beside the field, two wild ducks were playing around. "Yah, what is that ugly duck? Let's make fun of him." The two wild ducks flew up in the air and threw stones at the baby duck.
"Bang! Bang!" At that time, a hunter shot his gun. The two wild ducks
fell down dead to the ground. "Uh? What is this small bird?" The hunter took home the awkward little baby duck along with the two wild ducks.
"Dad, what is this poor-looking bird?" "I took it with me in order to
give it to you, my son. It was trembling with fear in the water." The children gave a hard time to the baby duck by pulling its wings and tail.
"That hurts! Ow!" The baby duck spilled a jug of milk while running away from the cruel hands of the children. The dishes on the table were also broken. The angry hunter sent out the baby duck with a flourish of his broomstick. And so the after being cast out from the house of the hunter, the ugly duckling spent
a long and cold winter alone.
Finally spring came. The baby duck had a good stretch and flew up in the air vigorously. "Uh! I am flying!"
Upon the lake, a flock of white and pretty swans were playing around
while swimming. "They are indeed pretty birds." The baby duck became sad. "Those birds may not like me as I am so ugly."
The baby duck tried to run away from the group of beautiful swans. "Hi! Where are you going? Come and play around with us!" The baby duck approached the swans hesitatingly. At that moment, the baby duck saw his own appearance reflected to the lake. There was one more beautiful swan gliding gracefully across the water.
The ugly duckling who overcame all suffering had finally become a beautiful swan. And so he lived happily ever after.
the Top and Ball
by Hans Christian Andersen（1838）
WHIPPING TOP and a little ball lay together in abox，among other t oys，and the top said to theball，“Shall we be married，as we live in the samebox？”
But the ball，which wore a dress of moroccoleather，and thought as much of herself as anyother young lady，would not even condescend toreply.
the next day came the little boy to whom the playthings belonged，and he painted the topred and yellow，and drove a brass-headed nail into the middle，so that while the top wasspinning roun d it looked splendid.
“Look at me，”said the top to the ball. “What do you say now？Shall we be engaged toeach other？We shoul d suit so well；you spring，and I dance. No one could be happier thanwe should be.”
“Indeed！do you think so？Perhaps you do not know that my father and mother weremorocco slippers，and that I have a Spanish cork i n my body.”
“Yes；but I am made of mahogany，”said the top. “The major himself turned me. He has aturning lathe of his own，a nd it is a GREat amusement to h im.”
“Can I believe it？”asked the ball.
“May I never be whipped again，”said the top，“if I am not telling you the truth.”
“You certainly know how to speak for yourself very well，”said th e ball；“but I cannotaccept your proposal. I am almost engaged to a swallow . Every time I fly up in the air，heputs his head out of the ne st，and says，'Will you？' and I have said，'Yes，' to myselfsilently，and that is as good as being half engaged；b ut I will promise never to forget you.”
“Much good that will be to me，”said the top；and they spoke t o each other no more.
Next day the ball was taken out by the boy. The top saw it flying high in the air，like abird，till it would go quite out of sig ht. Each time it came back，as it touched the earth，itgave a hi gher leap than before，either because it longed to fly upwards，or from having aSpanish cork in its body. But the ninth time it rose in the air，it remained away，and did notreturn. The boy searche d everywhere for it，but he searched in vain，for it could not b efound；it was gone.
“I know very well where she is，”sighed the top；“she is in the swallow's nest，and hasmarried the swallow.”
the more the top thought of this，the more he longed for the ball . His love increased themore，just because he could not get her；and that she should have been won by another，was the worst of all. The top still twirled about and hummed，but he continued to think of theball；and the more he thought of her ，the more beautiful she seemed to his fancy.
Thus several years passed by，and his love became quite old. the t op，also，was nolonger young；but there came a day when he looke d handsomer than ever；for he was gildedall over. He was now a go lden top，and whirled and danced about till he hummed quite loud，and was something worth looking at；but one day he leaped too high ，and then he，also，was gone. They searched everywhere，even in the cellar，but he was nowhere to be found.Where could he be？He had jumped into the du st-bin，where all sorts of rubbish were lying：cabbage-stalks，dust，and rain-droppings that had fallen down from the gutter under theroof.
“Now I am in a nice place，”said he；“my gilding will soon be washed off here. Oh dear，what a set of rabble I have got amongst！”And then he glanced at a curious round thing likean old apple，which lay near a long，leafless cabbage-stalk. It was，however，not an apple，but an old ball，which had lain for years in the gutter，and was soaked through with water.
“Thank goodness，here comes one of my own class，with whom I can talk，”said theball，examining the gilded top. “I am made of morocco，”she said. “I was sewn together by ayoung lady，and I have a Spanish cork i n my body；but no one would think it，to look at menow. I was once engaged to a swallow；but I fell in here from the gutter und er the roof，and I have lain here more than five years，and have been thoroughl y drenched. Believe me，it is a long time for a young maiden.”
the top said nothing，but he thought of his old love；and the mo re she said，the moreclear it became to him that this was the sam e ball.
the servant then came to clean out the dust-bin.
“Ah，”she exclaimed，“here is a gilt top.”So the top was brought again to notice and honor，but nothing more was heard of the little ball. He spoke not a word about his old love；for that soon died away. When the beloved object has lain for five years in a gutter，and hasbeen drenched through，no one cares to know her again on meeting her in a dust-bin.
She Was Good for Nothing 她是一个废物
The mayor was standing at his open window; he was wearing a dress shirt with a dainty breastpin in its frill. He was very well shaven, self-done, though he had cut himself slightly and had stuck a small bit of newspaper over the cut. "Listen, youngster!" he boomed.
The youngster was none other than the washerwoman's son, who respectfully took off his cap as he passed. This cap was broken at the rim, so that he could put it into his pocket. In his poor but clean and very neatly mended clothes, and his heavy wooden shoes, the boy stood as respectfully as if he were before the king.
"You're a good boy, a well-behaved lad!" said the Mayor. "I suppose your mother is washing down at the river, and no doubt you are going to bring her what you have in your pocket. That's an awful thing with your mother! How much have you there?"
"A half pint," said the boy in a low, trembling voice.
"And this morning she had the same?" continued the Mayor.
"No, it was yesterday!" answered the boy.
"Two halves make a whole! She is no good! It is sad there are such people. Tell your mother she ought to be ashamed of herself. Don't you become a drunkard-but I suppose you will! Poor child! Run along now."
And the boy went, still holding his cap in his hand, while the wind rippled the waves of his yellow hair. He went down the street and through an alley to the river, where his mother stood at her washing stool in the water, beating the heavy linen with a wooden beater. The current was strong, for the mill's sluices were open; the bed sheet was dragged along by the stream and nearly swept away her washing stool, and the woman had all she could do to stand up against it.
"I was almost carried away," she said. "It's a good thing you've come, for I need something to strengthen me. It's so cold in the water; I've been standing here for six hours. Have you brought me anything?"
The boy drew forth a flask, and his mother put it to her lips and drank a little.
"Oh, that does me good! How it warms me! It's just as good as hot food, and it isn't as expensive! Drink, my boy! You look so pale, and you're freezing in your thin clothes. Remember it is autumn. Ooh, the water is cold! If only I
don't get ill! But I won't. Give me a little more, and drink some yourself, but only a little drop, for you mustn't get used to it, my poor dear child!"
And she walked out of the water and up onto the bridge where the boy stood. The water dripped from the straw mat that she had tied around her waist and from her petticoat.
"I work and slave till the blood runs out at my fingernails, but I do it gladly if I can bring you up honestly, my sweet child!"
Just then came an elderly woman, poorly clad, lame in one leg, and with an enormously large, false curl hanging down over one of her eyes, which was blind. This curl was supposed to hide the eye, but it only made the defect the more conspicuous. The neighbors called her "limping Maren with the curl," and she was an old friend of the washerwoman's.
"You poor thing," she cried, "slaving and toiling in the cold water! You certainly need something to warm you a little, and yet the gossips cry about
the few drops you take!" And soon all that the Mayor had said to the boy was repeated to his mother, for Maren had overheard it, and it had angered her to hear him talk so to the child about his own mother and the few drops she took, because on that same day the Mayor was having a big dinner party with many bottles of wine.
"Good wine, strong wine! Many will drink more than they should, but they don't call that drinking. They are all right, but you are good for nothing!"
"What! Did the Mayor really say that, child?" asked the laundress, her lips quivering. "So you have a mother who is good for nothing! Perhaps he's right, though he shouldn't say so to a child. But I mustn't complain; good things have come to me from that house."
"Why, yes, you were in service there, when the Mayor's parents were alive. That was many years ago. Many bushels of salt have been eaten since then, so people may well be thirsty! laughed Maren. "The big dinner today at the Mayor's would have been postponed if everything hadn't been prepared. I heard the news from the porter. A letter came, an hour ago, telling them that the Mayor's younger brother, in Copenhagen, is dead."
"Dead!" cried the laundress, turning as white as a ghost.
"What does it matter to you" said Maren. "Of course, you must have known him, since you worked in the house."
"Is he really dead? He was the best and kindest of men-indeed, there aren't many like him!" Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Oh, my God! Everything is going around! That's because I emptied the bottle. I couldn't stand so much. I feel so ill!" And she leaned against the fence for support.
"Good heavens, you are ill, indeed!" said Maren. "Try to get over it! No, you really are sick! I'd better get you home!"
"But the washing there!"
"I'll take care of that. Here, give me your arm. The boy can stay here and
watch it till I come back and wash what's left. It's only a few pieces."
The poor laundress' legs were trembling under her. "I've stood too long in the cold water, with no food since yesterday! I have a burning fever. Oh, dear Lord Jesus, help me to get home! Oh, my poor child!" And she wept.
The boy cried too, as he sat alone beside the river, guarding the wet linen.
The two women made their way slowly, the washerwoman dragging her shaky limbs
up the little alley and through the street where the Mayor lived. Just as she reached the front of his house, she sank down on the cobblestones. A crowd gathered around her.
Limping Maren ran into his yard for help. The Mayor and his guests came to the windows.
"It's the washerwoman!" he said. "She's had a bit too much to drink; she's no good! It's a pity for that handsome boy of hers, I really like that child, but his mother is good for nothing."
And the washerwoman was brought to her own humble room, where she was put to bed. Kindly Maren hastened to prepare a cup of warm ale with butter and sugar-she could think of no better medicine in such a case-and then returned to the river, where, although she meant well, she did a very poor job with the washing; she only pulled the wet clothes out of the water and put them into a basket. That evening she appeared again in the washerwoman's miserable room. She had begged from the Mayor's cook a couple of roasted potatoes and a fine fat piece
of ham for the sick woman. Maren and the boy feasted on these, but the patient was satisfied with the smell, "For that was very nourishing," she said.
The boy was put to bed, in the same one in which his mother slept, lying crosswise at his mother's feet, with a blanket of old blue and red carpet ends sewed together.
The laundress felt a little better now; the warm ale had given her strength,
and the smell of the good food had been nourishing.
"Thank you, my kind friend," she said to Maren, "I'll tell you all about it, while the boy is asleep. He's sleeping already; see how sweet he looks with his eyes closed. He doesn't think of his mother's sufferings; may our Lord never
let him feel their equal! Well, I was in service at the Councilor's, the Mayor' parents, when their youngest son came home from his studies. I was a carefree young girl then, but honest-I must say that before heaven. And the student was so pleasant and jolly; every drop of blood in his veins was honest and true; a better young man never lived. He was a son of the house, and I was only a servant, but we became sweethearts-all honorably; a kiss is no sin, after all,
if people really love each other. And he told his mother that he loved me. She was an angel in his eyes, wise and kind and loving. And when he went away again he put his gold ring on my finger.
"After he had gone my mistress called me in to speak to me; she looked so grave and yet so kind, and spoke as wisely as an angel indeed. She pointed out to me the gulf of difference, both mentally and materially, that lay between her son and me. 'Now he is attracted by your good looks, but that will fade in time. You haven't received his education; intellectually you can never rise to his level. I honor the poor,' she continued, ' and I know that there is many a poor man who will sit in a higher seat in the kingdom of heaven than many a rich man; but that is no reason for crossing the barrier in this world. Left to yourselves, you two would drive your carriage full tilt against obstacles,
until it toppled over with you both. Now I know that Erik, the glovemaker, a good, honest craftsman, wants to marry you; he is a well-to-do widower with no children. Think it over!'
"Every word my mistress spoke went through my heart like a knife, but I knew she was right, and that weighed heavily upon me. I kissed her hand, and my bitter tears fell upon it. But still bitterer tears fell when I lay upon my bed in my own room. Oh, the long, dreary night that followed-our Lord alone knows how I suffered!
"Not until I went to church on Sunday did peace of mind come after my pain. It seemed the working of Providence that as I left the church I met Erik himself. There were no doubts in my mind now; we were suited to each other, both in rank and in means; he was even a well-to-do man. So I went straight up to him, took his hand, and asked, 'Do you still think of me?'
" 'Yes, always and forever,' he said.
" 'Do you want to marry a girl who likes and respects you, but does not love you?'
" 'I believe love will come,' he said, and then we joined hands.
"I went home to my mistress. The gold ring that her son had given me I had been wearing every day next to my heart, and every night on my finger in bed, but now I drew it out. I kissed it until my lips bled, then gave it to my mistress and told her that next week the banns would be read for me and the glovemaker. "My mistress took me in her arms and kissed me; she didn't say I was good for nothing, but at that time I was perhaps better than I am now, for I had not yet known the misfortunes of the world. The wedding was at Candlemas, and for our first year we were quite happy. My husband had a workman and an apprentice with him, and you, Maren, were our servant."
"Oh, and such a good mistress you were!" said Maren. "I shall never forget how kind you and your husband were to me!"
"Ah, but you were with us during our good times! We had no children then. I never saw the student again. Oh, yes, I saw him once, but he didn't see me. He came to his mother's funeral, and I saw him standing by her grave, looking so sad and pale-but that was all for his mother's sake. When his father died later he was abroad and didn't come to that funeral. He didn't come here again; he became a lawyer, and he never married, I know. But he thought no more of me, and if he had seen me he would certainly have never recognized me, ugly as I am now. And it is all for the best!"
Then she went on to tell of the bitter days of hardship, when misfortune had fallen upon them. They had saved five hundred dollars, and since in their neighborhood a house could be bought for two hundred, they considered it a good investment to buy one, tear it down, and build again. So the house was bought, and the bricklayers and carpenters estimated that the new house would cost a thousand and twenty dollars. Erik had credit and borrowed that sum in Copenhagen, but the captain who was to have brought the money was shipwrecked and the money lost.
"It was just then that my darling boy, who lies sleeping there, was born. Then his father had a long and severe illness, and for nine months I even had to dress and undress him every day. We kept on going backward. We had to borrow
more and more; one by one all our possessions were sold; and at last Erik died. Since then I have worked and slaved for the boy's sake, have gone out scrubbing floors and washing linen, done coarse work or fine, whatever I could get. But I was not to be better off; it is the Lord's will! He will take me away and find better provisions for my child." Then she fell asleep.
In the morning she seemed better and decided she was strong enough to return to her work. But the moment she felt the cold water a shivering seized her; she grasped about convulsively with her hands, took one step forward, and fell. Her head lay on the dry bank, but her feet were in the water of the river; her wooden shoes, in each of which there was a handful of straw, were carried away by the current.
And here she was found by Maren, when she came to bring her some coffee.
A message had come to her lodging that the Mayor wanted to see her, for he had something to say to her. It was too late. A doctor was summoned; the poor washerwoman was dead.
"She has drunk herself to death," said the Mayor.
The letter that had brought the Mayor the news of his brother's death also gave a summary of his will, and among other bequests he had left six hundred dollars to the glovemaker's widow, who had formerly served his parents! The money was
to be paid at discretion in large or small sums to her and her child.
"There was some nonsense about love between my brother and her," said the Mayor. "It's just as well she's out of the way. Now it will all come to the boy, and
I'll place him with some honest people who will make him a good workman." And
on these words our Lord laid his blessings.
And the Mayor sent for the boy, promised to take care of him, and told him it was a lucky thing his mother was dead; she was good for nothing.
They carried her to the churchyard, to a pauper's grave. Maren planted a little rose tree on her grave, while the boy stood beside her.
"My darling mother," he said as the tears started from his eyes. "Is it true
that she was good for nothing?"
"No, it is not true!" said the old woman, looking up to heaven. "I have known
it for many years and especially since the night before she died. I tell you
she was a good and fine woman, and our Lord in heaven will say so, too, so let the world say: 'She was good for nothing!' "
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小升初专项训练卷情景交际
基础题
一、选择题
( )1．--See you later!
--____________
A. Thank yo u!
B. See you!
( )2．How are you?
A. Fine, thank you.
B. I’m fourteen.
( )3．--Have a good time!
--________.
A. OK
B. Thank you
C. Yeah.
( )4．你想知道顾客想要什么尺寸，你会问：_______________
A. What size would you like?
B. What colour would you like?
( )5．你想知道顾客想要什么颜色，你会问：_______________
A. What size would you like?
B. What colour would you like?
( )6．你挑选好商品正要付款时，你会说：_________
A. I don’t like this toy train.
B. Here is the money.
( )7．你想告诉他人你的裤子多少钱时，你应该说：__________
A. It is eighty yuan.
B. Is it eighty?
( )8．当你想知道这个帽子多少钱时，你会问：_______
A. How many are they?
B. How much is the cap ?
( )9．--- ______________!
--- OK!
A. Hello, Mocky!
B. Goodbye, Mocky.
C. Pass the ball, Mocky. ( )10．---How are you?
---______________
A. I’m fine.
B. Nice to meet you.
C. Hello. 11．用do、 does、 be 填空
(1). _____ uncle Tom wash his car everyday?
---Yes, ____ does . No, ____ doesn’t.
(2). _____ you have a new teacher?
---Yes, I ______. No, I ______.
(3)._____ she a teacher?
----Yes, she _____ . No, she _____.
(4).Whose umbrella ____this?
---It’s Peter’s umbrella .
12．看图补全对话。

（1）A：Hello, look! It's a bird.
B：No, it's a________.
（2）A：Hi, I have a________.
B：Me，too.
（3）A：I have a new ________.
B: It's super______.
A．balloon B．kite C．car
( )13．你想知道旁边男孩的年龄，你该怎么说。

A. Who is he ?
B. How old is he ?
C. Where does he come from ?
( )14．---Thank you so much.
----__________________.
A.Sorry.
B.OK.
C.You’re welcome. ( )15．－Happy birthday to you!
－_________.
A.Nice to see you.
B.Thank you.
C.All right 16．根据对话内容选择填空
Lucy: Hello, is that Amy speaking?
Amy: Yes.
Lucy: There will be a wonderful film this Friday afternoon. Would you like to come with me?
Amy: Yes. What time is it going to begin?
Lucy: It will begin at 3 pm. Let’s meet at ten to three at the gate of Huaxing Cinema.
Amy: OK. See you then. Bye!
Lucy: Bye!
( )(1).Where is Lucy going this Friday afternoon?
A. bookstore
B. cinema
C. park
( )(2).Where will they meet?
A. The gate of the cinema
B. The gate of the school
C. The gate of the bookstore.
( )(3).When will they meet?
A. At 10:03
B. At 3:10
C. At 2:50
( )(4).Would Amy like to go with Lucy?
A. Yes, she can.
B. No, she wouldn’t
C. Yes, she’d love to.
( )(5).How is Lucy talking to Amy?
A. on the net
B. on the phone
C. face to face
( )17． ---Can I help you?
--- ______ .
A. I can
B. Yes, please
C. Sorry
( )18．---Do you have pens?
--- Yes! ______.
A. Here they are
B. Here are they
C. Here is it
( )19．__________，where is the zoo?
A. Sorry
B. Excuse me
C. Ok
( )20．---Thank you .
---________________.
A．Sorry B．You’re welcome C. Yes
21．根据情景，选择最佳答案填空。

( )（1）当你想知道这个玩具多少钱时，你会问：_______
A. How many toys?
B. How much is it?
( )（2）你想告诉他人你的书包多少钱时，你应该说：__________
A. It is eighteen yuan.
B. Is it eighteen?
( )（3）你挑选好商品正要付款时，你会说：_________
A. I don’t like this toy train.
B. Here is the money.
( )（4）你想表达谢意时，你会说：_______________
A. You are welcome.
B. Thank you!
( )22．--- What a lovely cat!
--- _______________
A.Yes.
B.OK.
C. Great!
( )23．--- This is Danny Deer.
--- _______________
A. Great.
B. OK.
C. Hello, Danny Deer. ( )24． ---Hello!
---_______
A. Hi!
B. Oh!
C. hello
( )25．—____, where is the school? —It's near the library. A．Sorry B．Excuse me C．Hell
( )26．Let’s go and have a look! --- _______.
A. You’re welcome.
B. Thank you.
C. OK.
( )27．当你鼓励同学勇敢地试一试时，应该说：
A．Please have a try B．Please help me.
( )28．当你想问“这是你的叔叔吗？”，你应说：
A．This is your uncle?
B．Is this your uncle?
( )29．当你向别人介绍你姑姑的职业时，你应说：
A．This is my aunt.
B．My aunt is a nurse.
( )30．当你想问别人的妈妈是做什么工作的，你应说：
A．What's your mother?
B．Who's your mother?
( )31．---Now I finally become a policeman.
---________.
A. OK
B. Congratulations
C. Thank you
( )32．---I have a new schoolbag. ---_________? What colour is it?
A. Good
B. Really
C. No
( )33．---Can I speak to your mom, please? ---_______________.
A. Sure
B. Thank you
C. You are welcome
( )34．Can I speak ___ John?
A.for
B. to
C.on
( )35．当别人问你来自哪里时，应说：___________
A. You’re welcome.
B. I’m from America.
C. My name is Li Mei.
( )36． --- This is my room.
--- Oh, ___________
A.it’s so nice!
B.Yes, it is.
C.thank you.
( )37．-- Happy birthday!
-- ________
A. Happy birthday!
B. Good-bye.
C. Thank you.
( )38．—Let’s go to Children’s Center!
—______________________
A. That’s all right.
B. Thank you.
C. Hooray!
( )39．—Excuse me. Can you help me?
—_______________________
A. By bus.
B. Good.
C. Yes.
( )40．—Have some more bananas . --________.
A. Thank you .
B. Thanks you .
C. Yes .
二、情景交际
41．情景会话。

( )（1）当你赞同别人的意见，并觉得这个主意不错时，你应该说：A．Great. B．I'm OK.
( )（2）“Colour the panda black and white.”的正确译文是：A．画一只黑色和白色的熊猫。

B．把熊猫涂上黑色和白色。

( )（3）当别人问候你的身体情况时，你说：
A．How are you?
B．Fine, thank you.
( )（4）当你想告诉大家你有一支白色的钢笔时，你说：
A．I have a white pen.
B．This is a white pen.
42．情景交际。

( )（1）.你想询问书包里有什么，你应说：________
A．What's in the bag? B．Where's the bag?
( )（2）.你想介绍你的新朋友张鹏，你应说：________
A．That's Zhang Peng. B．This is Zhang Peng.
( )（3）.你想询问别人的座位在哪里，你应说：________ A．Where's your seat? B．Where's my seat?
( )（4）.你想表达自己喜欢苹果，你应说：________
A．I like apples. B．I like dogs.。