小学英语英语故事(名人故事)魔法妈妈——J.K.Rowling
庆元县第二小学小学英语 英语故事名人故事A Famous Story of Mark Twain
A Famous Story of Mark TwainMark Twain was a famous American writer. He wrote many stories and many of them were funny stories. These stories are still read by many people all over the world. Besides writing, he also liked hunting and fishing very much, so one year he went to Maine（缅因州）for a holiday and spent three very pleasant weeks in the woods（树林，森林）there.When he had to go back home, he drove to the station with his baggage. There he asked a porter（搬运工，服务员）to put it into the train. Then he got into the smoking car and sat down in one of the comfortable seats there. The car was empty when he got in, but a few minutes later, another man got in and sat down on the seat opposite his. Mark Twain looked at the man and thought that this man looked quite unpleasant. However, it would be impolite to say nothing in that situation, so he said good morning to the man, and they began to talk. First they talked about the weather and then they talked about Maine. The stranger said, "We have some beautiful woods in Maine. It would be a pity to come to Maine without spending some time there. I suppose you have been in our woods, haven't you?" "Yes, I have," answered Mark Twain. "I've just spent three weeks there and I had a very good time, too. And let me tell you something. Although fishing isn't allowed in Maine at this season, I've got two hundred pounds of beautiful fish with my baggage（行李）in this train. I like to eat fish, so I packed it in ice to take it home with me. May I ask who you are, sir?"The stranger looked at Mark Twain for several seconds and then answered, "I'm a police officer. My job is to catch people who hunt and fish during the wrong seasons. And who are you?"Mark Twain was surprised and frightened when he heard this. He thought quickly and then answered, "Well, I'll tell you, sir. I'm the man who tells the biggest lies in America."英语广告词句修辞特点：重复（Repetition）重复的基本用法是连续或间隔地使用同一个单词、短语或句子，带有强烈的说话人主体投射的色彩，突出强调，增加节奏感，很适合用在广告中。
小学英语 英语故事(名人故事)He Never Missed a Game
He Never Missed a GameBob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart.Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always On the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to.But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did.The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster（花名册）because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter,when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, pleaselet me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said."You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone The coach came to him and said, " Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"Like the athlete's father, God is always there cheering for us. He's always reminding us to go on. He's even offering us His hand for He knows what is best, and is willing to give us what we need and not simply what we want. GOD has never missed a single game. What a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the Highest. Live for HIM for He's watching us in the game of life!。
小学英语 英语故事(名人故事)魔法妈妈J.K.Rowling
魔法妈妈——J.K.Rowling魔法妈妈——J.K.RowlingLike that of her own character, Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling's life has the luster of a fairy tale. Divorced, living on public assistance in a tiny Edinburgh flat with her infant daughter, Rowling wrote Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone at a table in a cafe during her daughter's naps — and it was Harry Potter that rescued her. Joanne Kathleen Rowling entered the world in Chipping Sodbury General Hospital in Bristol, England, a fitting beginning for someone who would later enjoy making up strange names for people, places and games played on flying broomsticks. Her younger sister Di was born just under two years later.Rowling remembers that she always wanted to write and that the first story she actually wrote down, when she was five or six, was a story about a rabbit called Rabbit. Many of her favorite memories center around reading—hearing The Wind in the Willows read aloud by her father when she had the measles, enjoying the fantastic adventure stories of E. Nesbit, reveling in the magical world of C. S. Lewis's Narnia, and her favorite story of all, The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge.At Exeter University Rowling took her degree in French and spent one year studying in Paris. After college she moved to London to work for Amnesty International as a researcher and bilingual secretary. The best thing about working in an office, she has said, was typing up stories on the computer when no one was watching. During this time, on a particularly long train ride from Manchester to London in the summer of 1990, the idea came to her of a boy who is a wizard and doesn't know it. He attends a school for wizardry--she could see him very plainly in her mind. By the time the train pulled into King's Cross Station four hours later, many of the characters and the early stages of the plot were fully formed in her head. The story took further shape as she continued working on it in pubs and cafes over her lunch hours.In 1992 Rowling left off working in offices and moved to Portugal to teach English as a Second Language. In spite of her students making jokes about her name (this time they called her "Rolling Stone"), she enjoyed teaching. She worked afternoons and evenings, leaving mornings free for writing. After her marriage to a Portuguese TV journalist ended in divorce, Rowling returned to Britain with her infant daughter and a suitcase full of Harry Potter notes and chapters. She settled in Edinburgh to be near her sister and set out to finish the book before looking for a teaching job. Wheeling her daughter's carriage around the city to escape their tiny, cold apartment, she would duck into coffee shops to write when the baby fell asleep. In this way she finished the book and started sending it to publishers. It was rejected several times before she found an London agent, chosen because she liked his name--Christopher Little, who sold the manuscript to Bloomsbury Children's Books. Rowling was working as a French teacher when she heard that her book about the boy wizard had been accepted for publication. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone was published in June 1997 and achieved almost instant success. With the publication of the American edition, retitled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, in 1998, Rowling's books continued to make publishing history. Harry Potter climbed to thetop of all the bestseller lists for children's and adult books. Indeed, the story of the boy wizard, his Cinderlad childhood, and his adventures at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry caught the imagination of readers of all ages. In Britain a separate edition of the first book appeared with a more "adult" dust jacket so that grown-ups reading it on trains and subways would not have to hide their copy behind a newspaper.Jo Rowling lives in Edinburgh, Scotland, with her daughter Jessica and continues to work on writing the seven-book saga of Harry Potter.魔法妈妈—J.K.罗琳J.K.罗琳的生活展现出童话般的光芒，如同她所创造的魔法小巫师—哈利?波特。
安徒生童话英文版：母亲的故事
安徒生童话英文版：母亲的故事A mother sat there with her little child. She was sodowncast，so afraid that it should die! It was sopale， the small eyes had closed themselves， and itdrew its breath so softly， now and then，with adeep respiration，as if it sighed; and the motherlooked still more sorrowfully on the little creature.then a knocking was heard at the door， and in camea poor old man wrapped up as in a large horse-cloth， for it warms one，and he needed it， as itwas the cold winter season! Everything out-ofdoors was covered with ice and snow， and the wind blew so that it cut the face.As the old man trembled with cold， and the little child slept a moment， the mother went andpoured some ale into a pot and set it on the stove， that it might be warm for him; the oldman sat and rocked the cradle， and the mother sat down on a chair close by him，and lookedat her little sick child that drew its breath so deep， and raised its little hand."Do you not think that I shall save him?" said she. "Our Lord will not take him from me!"And the old man——it was Death himself——he nodded so strangely， it could just as wellsignify yes as no. And the mother looked down in her lap， and the tears ran down over hercheeks; her head became so heavy——she had not closed her eyes for three days and nights;and now she slept， but only for a minute，when she started up and trembled with cold."What is that?" said she， and looked on all sides; but the old man was gone，and her littlechild was gone——he had taken it with him; and the old clock in the corner burred，andburred， the GREat leaden weight ran down to the floor，bump! and then the clock alsostood still.But the poor mother ran out of the house and cried aloud for her child.Out there， in the midst of the snow， there sat a woman in long，black clothes; and shesaid，"Death has been in thy chamber， and I saw him hasten away with thy little child; hegoes faster than the wind， and he never brings back what he takes!""Oh， only tell me which way he went!" said the mother. "Tell me the way， and I shall findhim!""I know it!" said the woman in the black clothes. "But before I tell it， thou must first sing forme all the songs thou hast sung for thy child! I am fond of them. I have heard them before; Iam Night; I saw thy tears whilst thou sang'st them!""I will sing them all， all!" said the mother. "But do not stop me now——I may overtake him——I may find my child!"But Night stood still and mute. then the mother wrung her hands， sang and wept， and therewere many songs， but yet many more tears; and then Night said， "Go to the right， into thedark pine forest; thither I saw Death take his way with thy little child!"the roads crossed each other in the depths of the forest，and she no longer knew whither sheshould go! then there stood a thorn-bush; there was neither leaf nor flower on it， it wasalso in the cold winter season， and ice-flakes hung on the branches."Hast thou not seen Death go past with my little child?" said the mother."Yes，" said the thorn-bush; "but I will not tell thee which way he took， unless thou wilt firstwarm me up at thy heart. I am freezing to death; I shall become a lump of ice!"And she pressed the thorn-bush to her breast， so firmly，that it might be thoroughlywarmed， and the thorns went right into her flesh，and her blood flowed in large drops，butthe thornbush shot forth fresh GREen leaves，and there came flowers on it in the cold winternight， the heart of the afflicted mother was so warm; and the thorn-bush told her the wayshe should go.She then came to a large lake， where there was neither ship nor boat. The lake was not frozensufficiently to bear her; neither was it open， nor low enough that she could wade through it;and across it she must go if she would find her child! Then she lay down to drink up the lake，and that was an impossibility for a human being， but the afflicted mother thought that amiracle might happen nevertheless."Oh， what would I not give to come to my child!" said the weeping mother; and she weptstill more，and her eyes sunk down in the depths of the waters，and became two preciouspearls; but the water bore her up，as if she sat in a swing， and she flew in the rockingwaves to the shore on the opposite side， where there stood a mile-broad， strange house，one knew not if it were a mountain with forests and caverns， or if it were built up; but thepoor mother could not see it; she had wept her eyes out."Where shall I find Death， who took away my little child?" said she.。
英文名人故事(英汉对照)
News of the war in Poland inspired Chopin to write many sad musical pieces expressing his grief for "his" Poland. Among these was the famous "Revolutionary Etude." Plagued by poor health as well as his homesickness, Chopin found solace in summer visits to the country. Here, his most complex yet harmonic creations found their way to the brilliant composer's hand. The "Fantasia in F Minor," the "Barcarolle," the "Polonaise Fantasia," "Ballade in A Flat Major," "Ballade in F Minor," and "Sonata in B Minor" were all products of the relaxed time Chopin enjoyed in the country.
Frederic Francois Chopin
Frederic Francois Chopin, Polish-born composer and renowned pianist, was the creator of 55 mazurkas, 13 polonaises, 24 preludes, 27 etudes, 19 nocturnes, 4 ballads, and 4 scherzos.
魔法妈妈J.K.Rowling名人故事分享
魔法妈妈J.K.Rowling名人故事分享范文1：大家好，我今天要给大家分享的是关于魔法妈妈J.K.Rowling的名人故事。
她是我们每个人心中最喜爱的魔法世界的缔造者，也是无数人的灵魂导师。
在J.K.Rowling的故事中，我们可以看到——一个人只要有梦想，有追求，就一定能够改变世界。
她在她的职业生涯中遭遇了很多挫折，但她从来没有放弃自己的梦想。
她把关于哈利·波特的故事从心中倾泻出来，在无数出版社的拒绝之后，她终于在Bloomsbury出版社找到了一份工作。
那个夜晚，当她收到来自编辑的电话，告诉她有一家出版社愿意发表她的书籍的时候，她感到无比兴奋，也感到对自己的热情和梦想的那种认可。
而后，这本书就成为了出版纪录，也让J.K.Rowling成为了全球最财富的女作家之一。
她的成功不是靠天赋，而是靠她的激情和她的勇气。
她永远不会改变自己的想法和价值观，即使这可能意味着来自世界上任何一个角落的压力。
重点分析：文章主要探究了J.K.Rowling如何靠自己的激情和勇气完成了自己的梦想。
作者也强调了 J.K.Rowling的成功不是靠天赋，而是通过自已的热情和坚持不懈完成的。
用词精准，把对梦想的坚定追求与为自己的理想奋斗所得到的成就挂钩，引起读者对这个故事的共鸣和思考。
范文2：这里有一个万物变幻的魔法世界，在那里，我曾一次又一次地沉浸其中，流连忘返。
这个魔法世界的缔造者就是J.K.Rowling，她给予了我们一个永远不会消失的幻想之地。
J.K.Rowling的成功故事是一个坚定又鼓舞人心的奋斗史。
作为一个年轻的母亲，她曾经在世界上最艰难的时候，被抛弃了，一个人要照顾自己的孩子，而且没有任何收入。
但她从来没有放弃自己的梦想，她想写一本为孩子们提供惊奇和想象力的书，这是她一直的愿望。
斗争中，她通过撰写剧本，为漂流流浪者赚来了她的第一笔钱，虽然这并不是她想要的结果。
她的真正机会是关于一个男孩，哈利·波特，他被送往魔法学校，在那里学习魔法和探索他的身世。
哈利波特与JK罗琳
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
凤凰社的成员精心谋划了秘密转移哈 利的计划，以防哈利遭到伏地魔及其 追随者食死徒的袭击。然而，可怕的 意外还是发生了…… 与此同时，卷土重来的伏地魔已 经染指霍格沃茨魔法学校，占领了魔 法部，控制了半个魔法界，形势急转 直下…… 哈利在罗恩、赫敏的陪伴下，不 得不逃亡在外，隐形遁迹。为了完成 校长邓布利多的遗命，一直在暗中寻 机销毁伏地魔魂器的哈利，意外地获 悉如果他们能够 拥有传说中的三件死亡圣器，伏 地魔将必死无疑。但是，伏地魔也早 已开始了寻找死亡圣器的行动，并派 出众多食死徒，布下天罗地网追捕哈 利……
成就及荣誉
相继推出的以男孩哈利· 波特为主人公的系列儿童小说，屡屡进入世界各地畅销 书排行榜，从而成为目前世界上最负盛名的儿童文学家。 1998年，罗琳被《书商》杂志评选为年度最佳作家； 1999年，又被评为英国年度图书奖得主。 2001年，凭哈利波特的第四部《哈利波特与火焰杯》获得雨果奖 2010年10月19日，罗琳在丹麦欧登塞市举行的仪式上获颁首届安徒生文学奖。 2010年10月20日，英国国家杂志公司发布由英国最具权威杂志编辑评选出的全 国100名最具影响力的女性排行榜，罗琳力压贝克汉姆妻子维多利亚和英国女王， 摘得桂冠。在颁奖词中，评委会称，罗琳凭借其高超的写作技巧、坚持不懈追求 成功的毅力以及热衷慈善的品德获此荣誉。 2010年11月15日，在中国最赚钱的外国作家富豪榜出炉，本榜单是2000年至 今外国作家在中国大陆地区的版税总收入，J· 罗琳以9550万元的年版税收入成 K· 为榜首。 2010年被评为英国十大女富豪。
主要人物简介
哈利波特（HarryPotter ） 本书主角，十五岁，是个 瘦弱、戴眼镜的黑发少年， 额头上有一个闪电形的伤 疤，就像那些短时间内猛 然拔高的孩子一样气色不 太好。他是魔法学校五年 级的学生，也是霍格沃茨 的风云人物。自从伏地魔 复活之后，他额头上的伤 疤就常常令他灼痛不已。
英语故事-The Magic Mirror
英语故事The Magic MirrorOnce upon a time， in years long past， there lived a king of great renown and very rich. He had more money and gems than ten kings taken together.Because he was so rich the king took it into his head that he would never grow old. But this was not to be： old age comes to all， rich or poor. The king was much put out about this. How could such a thing be？ Was there no difference between him and the last beggar in his kingdom？ He was as rich as ten kings taken together， but his hair was turning white and falling out just the same.“That is not the way things should be，” the king decided and he summoned his sons to his side.Now， he had three sons but he only summoned the two older ones， for his youngest son was a simple soul who was mocked at and called a fool by his brothers. But so good-natured was he that he never took offence at this.The two sons came at his bidding， and the king saidto them：“When I was a child I heard that there was a magic mirror somewhere on earth in which one had only to look to turn young again. I will give half my kingdom to whichever of you brings me this mirror. Find it for me， and you will make me happy and yourselves， too. Prepare to set off at once and take with you whatever you need.”The sons were overjoyed and asked the king to give them a coach and six horses and a whole sack of gold besides.The king gave them all they asked for， and the sons saddled the horses， put the sack of gold in the coach and called the coachman. Then they got into the coach and set off on their journey.The youngest son learned of this and he came to his father and asked to be sent in search of the magic mirror. too.Said the king， laughing：“Where would a fool like you go？ Your foolishness will be the end of you. Better go and take a walk， your brothers will do well enough without you.”But the fool was very hurt at being thought too young and foolish to join his brothers and would not be put off.“Oh， very well！” the king finally agreed. “Letit be as you ask. Only don’t think that I’ll trust you with six horses and a sack of gold. Go as you are， and if you get into trouble blame yourself.”But the fool was very pleased， for it was enough for him that he had been allowed to go.He counted his money and found that he had only ten thalers， which meant that， however much he wanted to， he could not buy himself a good horse. In the end， all he could get was a very old and run-down grey nag.The fool got on the nag’s back and set off. The nag dragged painfully along， going into a jog-trot now and then，but this did not trouble the fool， for， thought he， I am on my way， so what more do I need！Toward evening he rode up to a large inn. A coach and six stood at its door.“This means my brothers are here！” said he to himself. “I’ll go in and find them and perhaps they will take me with them.”He tethered his nag and came into the inn and when his brothers saw him they burst out laughing.“Where are you off to？” asked they.“I want to find the magic mirror，” said the fool.“Take me with you and we’ll be all the gayer for it.”“Go away， fool！ If anything happens to you we’ll be the ones to answer for it.”Now， this made the fool feel very bad indeed. He left the inn， got on the nag’s back again and rode on.And the two older brothers stayed in the inn and would go no further in search of the mirror.“The wolves will eat up the fool together with his grey nag！” laughed they. “A fine mirror he’ll get then.”On and on rode the fool and at last he came to a great leafy forest. He was about to ride round it when he saw a narrow little path leading into it. This he decided to follow， for，thought he， it is in a forest that one always finds things.The whole day long he rode， and， feeling bored and lonely， broke a branch off a tree and cut out a little pipe for himself.He rode for a day， he rode for a second day， and on the third day he reached a small glade in which， beneath a mighty oak， stood a poor. little hut.Wanting to come into the hut， he decided to ride up closer， but before he could do so， a grey little old woman came out on to the porch.“Well， well！ Someone to see me at last！” said she. ‘I saw the forest die and rot away and another grow up，so long have I been here. but not once in all this time did I see living soul. What brings you here？““I am looking for a mirror， Grandma，” the fool explained. “Not an ordinary one mind， but a magic one， in which one has only to look to turn young again. And as my father does not want to grow old， he sent me in search of it. Do you know where I can find it. Grandma？”“No. my son， I don’t， this is the first I hear of such a mirror. But I have a sister who is even older than I am and she may know something about it. Why don’t you go to see her？ It will take you three days to get to her house.”The fool thanked her and rode on and in three days’time he reached the house of the old woman’s older sister. And was she surprised to see him！“What brings you here？” asked she.The fool told her about the mirror and asked where it was to be found.“That is something I can’t tell you，” said the old woman. “I heard about some such thing in my youth， but where it is I don’t know. But perhaps my older sister knows.She is the wisest and the oldest of’the three of us. Why don’t you go to see her？ It will take you three days to get to her house.”The fool thanked her and rode on and in three day’s time he reached the house of the oldest of the old women. And she was more surprised to see him than any of them！“What brings you here？” asked she.The fool told her about the mirror and asked where it was to be found.“That is something I can’t tell you，” said the old woman. “I heard about some such thing in my youth， but where it is I don’t know. But perhaps one of my servants knows. You’d better get off your horse and come into my house.”The fool came into the hut and it was so bright and clean there that he was fairly dazzled.The old woman took a long， carved whistle from a shelf and came out on to the porch with it. She blew hard once，and lo！ - the whole forest came alive and rustled as if the grass were being trod by many， many feet. The fool looked out of the window and saw that all the beasts of the forest had gathered by the hut.The old woman talked to them and came back to herguest again.“No， my forest servants know nothing about the mirror，” said she. “I’ll call my other servants――perhaps they have heard something about it.”And she took another carved whistle from the shelf，and， coming out on to the porch again， blew even harder than before.And again a rustling began in the forest-only it was not the grass that rustled this time but the branches， making a sound like the arms of many windmills whirling round and round. The fool looked out of the window and saw that all the birds of the air had flocked to the hut.The old woman talked to them and came back to her guest again.“No，” said she，“these servants of mine know no more than the first. But I have one other servant， the wisest of them all. If he has not heard of the mirror， then that means that no such thing exists.”The old woman took a third carved whistle from the shelf and led the way to the porch.“‘You can hear for yourself what the wisest of my servants has to say，” said she. And she blew so hard that thefool’s ears felt stopped up.And now there came a rumbling sound and so loud was it that it seemed as if a storm were passing over the forest.A large two-headed hawk came down on to the glade，and， perching on a stone， asked with a wave of his wings：“What is it -the Mother of the Forest wishes？”“I wish to know where the magic mirror is found，”said the old woman.“I can tell you where，” the hawk replied，“but it won’t do you any good， for no man can ever hope to reach it. It is hidden in the chamber of a princess who lives on an island in the middle of the sea， and so high are the rocks that surround the island that no ship can put in to shore.”“What a man cannot do， you can，” said the old woman. “Put this guest of mine on your back and carry him to the island！”The hawk spread out his wings， the fool got on his back and up they soared to the sky.For nine days and nine nights they flew and at last they reached the island in the middle of the sea.Said the hawk：“When night comes you will go into the castle andsteal the mirror from the princess. But mind you don’t stay there too long or it’ll be the end of us. The princess keeps the mirror at the head of her bed. Don’t be afraid of waking her. She sleeps so soundly， at midnight that she would not awake even if you were to ride into her bed-chamber on horseback. Just seize the mirror and run！”The hawk plucked out two feathers from his tail with his beak and said to the fool again：“When you reach the gate you will see two bears. Throw each of them a feather and you’ll be able to pass by.”The fool took the feathers and went to the castle.The bears saw him and at once reared up on their hind paws. But the fool quickly threw them the feathers and the bears snatched them up and fell asleep.The fool now came into the castle，and though everyone in it seemed to be sleeping， it was as light there as on the sunniest day and it did not take him long to find the princess. He took the magic mirror from under the pillow，thrust it in his bosom and was about to slip out when he saw a table set with food and drink.“There’s time enough to run away，” thought he. “I’ll eat first.”And he set to and began to eat with great gusto.Said he to himself when he had gorged himself and could eat and drink no more：“I wonder what the princess is like. I think I’d better take a look！He came up to the bed and so lovely was the princess that he could not get his fill gazing at her！ And on her finger there shone， bright as the sun， a most beautiful ring！ The fool could not stop himself but took it off very gently and，this done， made off at it run for the gate.The hawk was so angry at his long absence that he seized him by his caftan with his beak and soared up into the air. The bears were awake and they started up and rushed，growling， at the hawk but he was high overhead by then and out of their reach.They flew over the sea and the hawk dropped down，dipped the fool in the water to his knees and rose up again.A little farther on he dropped down a second time and dipped the fool in the water to his chest， and then， again，to his neck. The fool was terribly frightened and yelled and screamed in a frenzied voice every time. After a while he came to a little and asked of the hawk：“What did you dip me in the sea like that for？ Why，my heart was in my shoes I was so frightened. That is no way to joke.”“Let it be a lesson to you，” said the hawk. “Now you’ll know what it was I went through waiting at the gate while you dawdled in the castle. You were frightened when I dipped you in the water to your knees. Well， so had I been when you were looking over the princess’s bed-chamber and the bears lifted their heads. You were frightened when I dipped you in the water to your chest. Well， so had I been when you started eating and the bears sat up. You were frightened when I dipped you in the water to your neck. Well，so had I been-badly so-when you began to take off the ring from the princess’s finger and the bears reared up on their hind legs. Why， had the princess wakened， they’d have torn me to pieces and don’t think you’d have escaped alive， either！”“Thank God she did not wake！” the fool thought.They flew to the house of the oldest of the old women and showed her the mirror， and the old woman said：“I have no use for it， I am much too old for it to do me any good. But you may have need of these.”And she gave the fool three switches.“Just wave these switches，” said she，“and your every wish will come true.”The fool thanked her， got on the back of his old nag again and rode off. He came to the house of the second old woman and showed her the mirror.“I have no use for it， I am much too old for it to do me any good，” said the old woman. “But you may have need of this.”And she gave the fool a little bag.“If you have nothing to eat， undo this bag，” said she，“and loaves of bread will come spilling out of it.”The fool thanked her， said goodbye and rode on again.He came to the house of the youngest of the old women and showed her the mirror， and she said：“I have no use for it， I am much too old for it to do me any good！ But you may have need of these.”And she gave him a pair of scissors.“If your clothes wear out，” said she，“just click these scissors.”The fool thanked her， said goodbye and rode on.He rode up， to the selfsame inn and saw that thecoach and six stood by it just as before.“I’ll go in and find my brothers，” said the fool to himself and he came into the inn.His brothers saw him and said：“Well， have you found the mirror？”“So I have！” the fool replied.The brothers then began to ply him with food and drink， and， when he was quite drunk， said：“Come， fool， show us the mirror！ What if it isn’t a magic mirror after all？“Oh， yes it is！” said the fool and he brought out the mirror. The brothers looked in it and saw that it was indeed a magic mirror.“A treasure if there ever was one！” said they. “You don’t need it， we’ll take it for ourselves.”And taking the mirror， they went off with it.“Now haven’t we been lucky！” said they. “But don’t try to give us away， fool， or we’ll give you a drubbing you won’t forget.”They came to their father and gave him the mirror and the moment he looked in it he turned young again.“What fine clever fellows you are！” said he. “Here，take half my kingdom， for that is what I promised you.”Now the fool came running and he wept and sobbed.“It was I who found the mirror，” said he. “My older brothers took it away from me！ They stayed in the inn and never went anywhere at all.”“What a fool you are！” said his father.“A fool like that should not be allowed to live！”said the older brothers. “Have him put to death！”The fool tried to explain how he had found the mirror and how he had flown on the hawk’s back， but this only made the king angrier than ever.“Take him to the seashore，” said he to his older sons，“put him in a boat with no oars in it and push the boat into the sea.”The brothers seized the fool， put him in a boat with no oars in it and pushed it into the sea.“The hawk will help you！” cried they， laughing.The wind sent the fool’s boat out into the open sea and the waves tossed it about for a long time till at last they flung it on to some rocks. The fool looked to all sides of him and saw that he was on an island in the middle of the sea.“My end has come，” thought he. “To find myselfon a desert island， of all places！ I’d better try to drag lie boat on to the shore at least.”He tried dragging the boat but found that this was more than he could do， for something that lay in his bosom was hindering him.He thrust his hand in his shirt， and lo！ found the three switches that the oldest of the old women had given him.“I forgot all about the old women’s gifts！” thought he. “Now we’ll see if they are truly magic gifts.”He took the switches， waved them once and said：“Let a town grow up here and let there be many，many people in it！”And no sooner were the words out of his mouth than a town rose up from out of the ground and， as if out of thin air， many， many people appeared， naked the day they were born the poor things！The fool took out the scissors， clicked them once and then again and said：“Come， now， scissors， dress the townsfolk！”And at once many carts loaded with clothing drove up. All the townsfolk had to do was to come up and dress themselves！But this was not the end of it， for there was nothing for them to eat.The fool got out his bag and untied it and at once loaves of bread came spilling out of it， one after another，enough for ten kingdoms！The fool became king on the island and all the islanders were well pleased with him， which was only natural，for thanks to the switches， the scissors and the bag they never lacked for anything.One fine day the young king was out taking a stroll on the sea-shore when he saw a ship far out at sea.“Quick. now， where is my boat？” asked he.A boat was brought him and he got into it and rowed up to the ship.No sooner was he near her than he saw a princess on board， the very same one from whom he had stolen the magic mirror.The king greeted the princess and invited her to visit his kingdom.“Thank you， but I can’t come with you，” said the princess. “I must sail on. My magic mirror has been stolen from me， you see， and so has my golden ring. And whoever hasmy ring is the one I must marry. And what if he turns out to be an old man in his dotage or a wicked magician or some such monster？ With my magic mirror to help him he’ll live another hundred years and never rest till he finds me. But he won’t think to look for me at sea， so that’s why I have decided to live out the rest of my life sailing the seas.”At this the king took her ring off his finger and gave it to the princess， and the princess was overjoyed， for wasn’t her husband-to-be young， handsome， and a king besides！They stepped out on to the shore， and all who saw them greeted them joyously.Soon afterwards the king and the princess were married and their wedding was celebrated in grand style， the townsfolk feasting and making merry for many a month on end.As for the magic mirror， it was lost and has not been found to this day.。
乔安妮·凯瑟琳·罗琳
乔安妮·凯瑟琳·罗琳人物资料全名：Joanne Kathleen Rowling笔名：J.K. Rowling昵称：朋友们都叫她“JO”，FANS们叫他“JK”，朋友开玩笑的时候叫她“JAKE”。
花名：同学有时奚落她叫“Rolling Pin（旋转的大头针）”和“Rolling Stone（滚石）”。
出生：1966年7月31日，生于英国的格温特郡的Chipping Sodbury普通医院。
父母：父亲Peter是一名退休的飞机制造厂Rolls-Royce的管理人员，母亲An n是一位实验室技术人员，于1990因病去逝，终年45岁。
他们1963年在一列火车上一见钟情，并结婚。
兄妹：一个妹妹，名叫Dianne，也叫Di，比罗琳小两岁，曾经学过护士，现在爱丁堡学习法律。
配偶：1990年罗琳与一名至今未透露姓名的葡萄牙电视新闻记者简单地结了婚，三年后，随着女儿的出世，他们离婚了。
家庭成员：只有一个女儿，叫Jessica, 生于1993年。
童年：罗琳自己说她小时候是个戴眼镜的脸上平平的女孩，非常爱学习，有点害羞、流着鼻涕、还比较野。
童年的时候，她有过两次迁家的经历。
一次是从Yate（布里斯托尔港一边）搬到Winterbourne（布里斯托尔港另一边），一次是从Winterbo urne搬到靠近Chepstow的Tutshill的乡村。
学历：毕业于英国University Of Exeter（埃克塞特大学），学习法语和古典文学，获文理学士学位。
最近，获母校授予博士学位！毕业后曾在英国曼彻斯特接受教学培训。
处女作：她的写作生涯是从6岁的时候，写了《兔子》的故事开始的。
主角是只兔子，叫Rabbit（罗宾特）。
他得了麻疹，朋友们来看他，其中有一只叫Miss Bee 的巨大的蜜蜂。
人物介绍J.K.罗琳（J.K.Rowling）（全名Joanne Kathleen Rowling），英国女作家，创作了风靡全球的“哈利·波特”系列丛书。
小学英语 英语故事(童话故事)The Story of a Mother 母亲的故事
The Story of a Mother 母亲的故事A mother sat by her little child. She was so sad, so afraid he would die. The child's face was pallid. His little eyes were shut. His breath came faintly now, and then heavily as if he were sighing, and the mother looked more sadly at the dear little soul.There came a knocking at the door, and a poor old man hobbled into the house. He was wrapped in a thick horseblanket. It kept him warm and he needed it to keep out the wintry cold, for outside the world was covered with snow and ice, and the wind cut like a knife.As the child was resting quietly for a moment, and the old man was shivering from the cold, the mother put a little mug of beer to warm on the stove for him. The old man rocked the cradle and the mother sat down near it to watch her sick child, who labored to draw each breath. She lifted his little hand, and asked:"You don't think I shall lose him, do you? Would the good Lord take him from me?" The old man was Death himself. He jerked his head strangely, in a way that might mean yes or might mean no. The mother bowed her head and tears ran down her cheeks. Her head was heavy.For three days and three nights she had not closed her eyes. Now she dozed off to sleep, but only a moment. Something startled her and she awoke, shuddering in the cold."What was that?" she said, looking everywhere about the room. But the old man had gone and her little child had gone. Death had taken the child away. The old clock in the corner whirred and whirred. Its heavy lead weight dropped down to the floor with a thud. Bong! the clock stopped. The poor mother rushed wildly out of the house, calling for her child.Out there in the snow sat a woman, dressed in long black garments. "Death," she said, "has been in your house. I just saw him hurrying away with your child in his arms. He goes faster than the wind. And he never brings back what he has taken away." "Tell me which way he went," said the mother. "Only tell me the way, and I will find him.""I know the way," said the woman in black, "but before I tell you, you must sing to me all those songs you used to sing to your child. I am night. I love lullabies and I hear them often. When you sang them I saw your tears.""I shall sing them again-you shall hear them all," said the mother, "but do not stop me now. I must catch him. I must hurry to find my child."Night kept silent and still, while the mother wrung her hands, and sang, and wept. She sang many songs, but the tears that she shed were many, many more. At last Night said to her, "Go to the right. Go into the dark pine woods. I saw Death go there with your child."Deep into the woods the mother came to a crossroad, where she was at a loss which way to go. At the crossroad grew a blackthorn bush, without leaf or flower, for it was wintertime and its branches were glazed with ice."Did you see Death go by with my little child?""Yes," said the blackthorn bush. "But I shall not tell you which way he went unless you warm me against your heart. I am freezing to death. I am stiff with ice." She pressed the blackthorn bush against her heart to warm it, and the thorns stabbed so deep into her flesh that great drops of red blood flowed. So warm was the mother's heart that the blackthorn bush blossomed and put forth green leaves on that dark winter's night. And it told her the way to go.Then she came to a large lake, where there was neither sailboat nor rowboat. The ice on the lake was too thin to hold her weight, and yet not open or shallow enough for her to wade. But across the lake she must go if ever she was to find her child. She stooped down to drink the lake dry, and that of course was impossible for any human being, but the poor woman thought that maybe a miracle would happen. "No, that would never do," the lake objected. "Let us make a bargain between us.I collect pearls, and your two eyes are the clearest I've ever seen. If you will cry them out for me, I shall carry you over to the great greenhouse where Death lives and tends his trees and flowers. Each one of them is a human life.""Oh, what would I not give for my child," said the crying mother, and she wept till her eyes dropped down to the bottom of the lake and became two precious pearls. The lake took her up as if in a swing, and swept her to the farther shore.Here stood the strangest house that ever was. It rambled for many a mile. One wouldn't know whether it was a cavernous, forested mountain, or whether it was made of wood. But the poor mother could not see this, for she had cried out her eyes. "Where shall I find Death, who took my child from me?" she cried."He has not come back yet," said the old woman who took care of the great greenhouse while Death was away. "How did you find your way here? Who helped you?""The Lord helped me," she said. "He is merciful, and so must you be. Where can I find my child?""I don't know him," said the old woman, "and you can't see to find him. But many flowers and trees have withered away in the night, and Death will be along soon to transplant them. Every human being, you know, has his tree or his flower of life, depending on what sort of person he is. These look like other plants, but they have a heart that beats. A child's heart beats too. You know the beat of your own child's heart. Listen and you may hear it. But what will you give me if I tell you what else you must do?""I have nothing left," the poor mother said, "but I will go to the ends of the earth for you.""I have nothing to do there," said the old woman, "but you can give me your long black hair. You know how beautiful it is, and I like it. I'll give you my white hair for it. White hair is better than none.""Is that all you ask?" said the mother. "I will gladly give it to you." And she gave her beautiful long black tresses in exchange for the old woman's white hair. Then they went into Death's great greenhouse, where flowers and trees were strangely intertwined. In one place delicate hyacinths were kept under glass bells, and around them great hardy peonies flourished. There were water plants too, some thriving where the stalks of others were choked by twisting water snakes, or gnawed away by blackcrayfish. Tall palm trees grew there, and plane trees, and oaks. There grew parsley and sweet-smelling thyme. Every tree or flower went by the name of one particular person, for each was the life of someone still living in China, in Greenland, or in some other part of the world. There were big trees stunted by the small pots which their roots filled to bursting, and elsewhere grew languid little flowers that came to nothing, for all the care that was lavished upon them, and for all the rich earth and the mossy carpet where they grew. The sad, blind mother bent over the tiniest plants and listened to the beat of their human hearts, and among so many millions she knew her own child's heartbeat."This is it," she cried, groping for a little blue crocus, which had wilted and dropped to one side."Don't touch that flower," the old woman said. "Stay here. Death will be along any minute now, and you may keep him from pulling it up. Threaten him that, if he does, you will pull up other plants. That will frighten him, for he has to account for them to the Lord. Not one may be uprooted until God says so."Suddenly an icy wind blew through the place, and the blind mother felt Death come near."How did you find your way here?" he asked her. "How did you ever get here before me?""I am a mother," she said.Then Death stretched out his long hand toward the wilted little flower, but she held her hands tightly around it, in terror lest he touch a single leaf. Death breathed upon her hands, and his breath was colder than the coldest wind. Her hands fell, powerless."You have no power to resist me," Death told her."But our Lord has," she said."I only do his will," said Death, "I am His gardener. I take His flowers and trees and plant them again in the great Paradise gardens, in the unknown land. But how they thrive, and of their life there, I dare not speak.""Give me back my child," the mother wept and implored him. Suddenly she grasped a beautiful flower in each hand and as she clutched them she called to Death: "I shall tear out your flowers by the roots, for I am desperate.""Do not touch them!" Death told her. "You say you are desperate, yet you would drive another mother to the same despair.""Another mother!" The blind woman's hands let go the flowers."Behold," said Death, "you have your eyes again. I saw them shining as I crossed the lake, and fished them up, but I did not know they were yours. They are clearer than before. Take them and look deep into this well. I shall tell you the names of the flowers you were about to uproot and you shall see the whole future of those human lives that you would have destroyed and disturbed."She looked into the well, and it made her glad to see how one life became a blessing to the world, for it was so kind and happy. Then she saw the other life, which held only sorrow, poverty, fear, and woe."Both are the will of God," said Death."Which one is condemned to misery, and which is the happy one?" she asked. "That I shall not tell you," Death said. "But I tell you this. One of the flowers belongs to your own child. One life that you saw was your child's fate, your own child's future."Then the mother shrieked in terror, "Which was my child? Tell me! Save my innocent child. Spare him such wretchedness. Better that he be taken from me. Take him to God's kingdom. Forget my tears. Forget the prayers I have said, and the things I have done.""I do not understand," Death said. "Will you take your own child back or shall I take him off to a land unknown to you?"Then the mother wrung her hands, fell on her knees, and prayed to God:"Do not hear me when I pray against your will. It is best. Do not listen, do not listen!" And she bowed her head, as Death took her child to the unknown land.。
小学英语英语故事(名人故事)ThelifeofIsaacNewton
The life of Isaac NewtonMost of you, no doubt, know the story of Newton and the falling apple and how it led to his discovery of the law of gravity. But how much do you know beyond that? Do you know what kind of man this great scientist was? or where he stands in the history of science? If you don't, or even if you do, read the following lesson. Isaac Newton was born on Christmas Day, 1642. He grew up in the English countryside. From the very first Newton was very much interested in the mysteries of nature. One of the most difficult scientific problems of Newton's day was about the question of motion. Why did objects move? Scientists could see that stones rolled down hills, that wind blew leaves along the ground, and heavy objects fell to the earth when dropped.After Copernicus, they began to admit that the earth itself moved. "Were there laws that govern these various kinds of motion?" they asked themselves. The Greeks had believed there were different rules for motion on earth and in space, and that there were unnatural movements on the surface of the earth.Galileo was the first person to challenge this Greek view of motion. This Italian scientist was a follower of Copernicus. It didn't make much sense to Galileo to have different rules for motion on earth and in space. He made two important discoveries. First, he showed that motion was not unnatural. On the contrary, an object once in motion would tend to continue in motion. Second, Galileo worked out a mathematical formula for the motion of all objects that fell to the earth.Galileo, however, did not explain how all motion in the universe worked. Much work had been done since Copernicus to observe and record the movements in the solar system. It remained now for some great mathematical mind to pull this work all together and put it into universal laws.At the age of twenty-three Isaac Newton moved from Cambridge to his country home. There his thoughts turned to the problems of motion. As Newton himself later told the story, he was sitting in the garden one evening, thinking, when he noticed a falling apple. The apple set him to wondering about the movement of falling things. It occurred to him that the force which caused fruit to fall from trees worked quite as well at greater distances from the center of the earth -- on top of buildings or even on top of mountains. Perhaps, thought Newton, this same force reached out much farther still, even to the moon. Was it this force which kept the moon going around the earth? And if so, could not the same force explain the movements of the planets around the sun? Newton began to search for a mathematical expression of his idea.In 1669 Newton became professor of mathematics at Cambridge. Three years later he joined the Royal Society. The Royal Society was a group of learned men from all branches of science. Before long Newton began again to study the problems of motion. He had already discovered the essential ideas, but it still remained for him to solve the difficult mathematical problems. At last he seemed to have solved the main difficulties. But he did not publish his findings at once.Only in 1687 did he at last publish his new theory. Newton's great work, The Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy, marked the triumph of the Scientific Revolution. The very title is significant. Newton had found the mathematical principles, the scientific laws which governed the movements of earth and heavens. The book completed the working out of a new view of nature, a task begun by Copernicus. The result was an exact mathematical world. Newton put forward three laws of motion in the book.The first law stated that bodies will tend to move in a straight line with uniform motion unless acted upon by a force. Thus, a bullet shot from a gun moves straight ahead until it is stopped by a target or it slows and falls as a result of the friction caused by moving through air.The second law stated that the force applied to a body is in proportion to the acceleration of the body. Thus, the harder you throw a ball the faster it will move. The third law said that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Thus, when you hit a punching bag, it bounces right back at you.Newton also worked out a mathematical expression for gravity. It applied equally to the apple falling from the tree and the moon going around the earth. Newton was soon recognized as the leader of English science. In 1703 he became president of the Royal Society.Science was never quite the same after Newton's discoveries. Little wonder that the eighteenth-century poet Pope, looking back at Newton's work, wrote: "Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night; God said, Let Newton be! -- And all was light." Newton, however, never rested on his fame. He continued to work and study. In his last years he once said to a friend, "I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy, playing on the seashore, and now and then finding a smooth pebble of a pretty shell, while the great ocean of truth lay undiscovered before me."。
魔法妈妈-J.K.Rowling
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Ｊ ｏａ ｎｎ ｅ Ｋａ ｔ ｈ ｌ ｅ ｅ ｎ Ｒｏ ｗｌ ｉ ｎ ｇ ｅ ｎ ｔ ｅ ｒ ｅ ｄ ｈｅ ｔ ｗｏ ｒ ｌ ｄ ｉ ｎ Ｃｈ ｉ ｐ ｐｉ ｎ ｇ Ｓ ｏ ｄ ｂ ｕ ｒ ｙ Ｇｅ ｎ ｅ ｒ ａ ｌ Ｈｏ ｓ ｐ ｉ ｔ ａ ｌ ｉ ｎ Ｂｒ ｉｓ ｔ ｏ ｌ ， Ｅｎ ｇ ｌ ｎｄ ａ ，ａ ｆ ｉｔ ｔ ｉ ｎ ｇ ｂｅ ｇ ｉ ｎ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ｆ ｏ ｒ ｓ ｏ ｍｅ ｏ ｎ ｅ ｗｈ ｏ
Ｈｏ ｒ ｓ ｅ ｂ ｙ Ｅｌ ｉ ｚ ａ ｂ ｅ ｔ ｈ Ｇｏ ｕ ｄ ｇ ｅ ．
ｗ ｏ ｕ ｌ ｄ ｌ ａ ｔ ｅ ｒ ｅ ｎ ｊ ｏ ｙ ｍａ ｋ ｉ ｎ ｇ ｕ ｐ ｓ ｔ ｒ ａ ｎ ｇ ｅ ｎ ａ ｍｅ ｓ ｏｒ ｆ
ｐ ｅ ｏ ｐ ｌ ｅ ，ｐ ｌ ａ ｃ ｅ ｓ ａ ｎ ｄ ｇ ａ ｍｅ ｓ ｐ ｌ ａ ｙ ｅ ｄ ｏ ｎ ｆ ｌｙ ｉ ｎ ｇ
ｂ ｒ ｏ ｏ ｍｓ ｔ ｉ ｃ ｋ ｓ ． Ｈｅ ｒ ｙ ｏ ｕ ｎ ｇ ｅ ｒ ｓ ｉ ｓ ｔ ｅ ｒ Ｄ ｉ ｗａ ｓ ｂ ｏ ｒ ｎ ｊ ｕ ｓ ｔ
总介绍：难忘HarryPotter
• 只有纯血统巫师，才有资格进入他的学院。在
• 霍格沃兹建立了密室，只有他的继承人才能打开但 是密室50年前，曾被打开，一名学生死了。
• 学校即将关闭。三个人决心找到密室，然而……
Ⅲ哈利波特与阿兹卡班的囚徒
哈利在霍格沃茨魔法学校已经度过了 不平凡的两年，而且早已听说魔法世 界中有一座守备森严的阿兹卡班监 狱，
主要人物
• 名副其实的铁三角，能同甘共苦， 能为正义付出一切，真正的格兰芬
多人。是邓布利多军的主办方。赫 敏魔杖的核心是龙的心脏腱索，哈 利的魔杖杖芯是凤凰的尾羽（而且 跟伏地魔的魔 杖杖芯出自同一只
凤凰），而罗恩的魔杖杖芯则是一 根独角兽毛。
邓布利多教授，全名阿不思•珀西 瓦尔•伍尔弗里克•布莱恩•邓布利 多。睿智、祥和、勇敢、善良， 很多时候带着老年人少有的可爱 （书中称“疯疯癫癫”）。书中 的描写是“用魔杖作出从未有过 的事“”明亮湛蓝的眼睛极具穿 透力“。又高又瘦，鹰钩鼻，胡 子巨长，习惯交叉手指。使用老 魔杖。
利 凌的生活。
波
十年过去了，住在姨父姨母家的哈利 从来没有过过生日。在他十一岁生日那天，
特 海格邀请哈利去霍格沃茨魔法学校上学。
与
九月一日那天，哈利来到魔法学校霍 格沃茨：这里的一切都充满了魔法。最让
魔 哈利高兴的是，他找到了朋友。
法
哈利开始学习魔法，成为了天才魁地 奇球手。一件隐形衣更给了他自由。
8.他没有看见他爸爸——他看见的是他自己。”呼神护卫！ “他大叫。从他魔杖末端冒出来的，不是不成形的雾状物，而 是一头令人炫目的银色动物。他眯起眼睛，努力看清楚那是什 么。它离开他，越过黑色的湖面疾驰而去。他看见它低下头对 准那一大群摄魂怪冲过去……那守护神转过身。他越过平静的 水面向着哈利慢跑回来。它不是马。也不是独角兽。它是牡鹿。 它全身发亮，像天上的月亮一样……
拇指姑娘英文版故事简介
拇指姑娘英文版故事简介1Once upon a time, there was a very special girl who was no bigger than a thumb. Oh, how amazing was that! This was the birth of Thumbelina. She was born from a barleycorn! Can you imagine such a peculiar beginning?She lived a peaceful life on a lotus leaf. How wonderful it was! But then, disaster struck. A toad carried her away. Oh, poor Thumbelina! What a terrifying experience that was!However, Thumbelina didn't give up. She had many adventures along the way. She met various creatures, some kind and some not so kind. But through it all, she remained brave and hopeful.Finally, Thumbelina found her true happiness. Wasn't it a fairy-tale ending? Thumbelina's story teaches us that no matter how difficult the situation is, we should always keep our courage and look forward to a better future. Isn't that a valuable lesson?2Once upon a time, there was a tiny girl no bigger than a thumb. Oh, how wonderful she was! This was Thumbelina. She had a heart full of kindness and bravery. When she was carried away by a toad, wasn't she scared? Oh, yes! But she was brave and didn't give up. She found a way toescape and continued her adventure.During her journey, she met many little creatures. How kind she was to help a little bird that couldn't fly! And when she faced the cold winter, she didn't complain. Instead, she kept going with hope in her heart.Thumbelina's bravery and kindness touched everyone she met. Wasn't she a wonderful example for all of us? Oh, for sure! Her story teaches us to be brave in difficult times and kind to others. What an amazing little girl she was!3Once upon a time, there was a tiny girl no bigger than a thumb, and she was known as Thumbelina. Oh, what an adventure she had! She was born from a barley seed and grew up in a tulip. But alas! One day, she was carried away by a toad. However, she managed to escape and found refuge in a field mouse's home. Can you imagine how different that life was for her? She had to work hard every day! Then, one beautiful day, she met a swallow. Oh, what a wonderful encounter it was! The swallow understood her longing for freedom and took her on a journey to a faraway land. Along the way, they faced many challenges and difficulties. But Thumbelina never gave up. She was brave and determined. Wasn't she amazing? Finally, she found a place where she truly belonged and lived happily ever after. What an inspiring story of Thumbelina's journey!4Thumbelina was a tiny girl no bigger than a thumb. Oh, what an amazing little creature she was! She was born in a flower and had many adventures.Thumbelina faced many difficulties. But she never gave up her pursuit of a better life. She left the toad who wanted to marry her and set off on her own. She wondered, "Where is my happy home?"She met many strange creatures along the way. Each encounter was a challenge. But Thumbelina was brave. She kept moving forward, asking herself, "Will I ever find my true happiness?"Finally, Thumbelina found a beautiful place. It was a kingdom of flowers. She exclaimed, "This must be my home!" Here, she found love and happiness.Thumbelina's story shows us that no matter how small we are, we should never stop pursuing a beautiful life. Isn't that inspiring?5Once upon a time, there was a tiny girl no bigger than a thumb, known as Thumbelina. Oh, what an extraordinary tale it is! Thumbelina's journey began when she was born from a barley seed. How astonishing! But her life was full of challenges and uncertainties.She was kidnapped by a toad and then found herself in a rat's home.However, despite all these hardships, Thumbelina never gave up. She remained courageous and true to herself.Why is this story so captivating? Well, it teaches us the vital importance of facing the unknown bravely and staying true to who we are. Just like Thumbelina, we should have the strength and determination to overcome whatever difficulties come our way.Isn't it remarkable how such a small character can inspire us so greatly? Through her experiences, we understand that no matter how small or weak we may seem, we have the power within us to shape our own destinies. So, let us learn from Thumbelina and embrace life's challenges with a brave heart and an unwavering spirit!。
三年级上册英语小故事
三年级上册英语小故事The Magical AdventureOnce upon a time, in a small village named Willowbrook, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was in the third grade and had a great love for reading books, especially fairy tales. Her favorite subject in school was English, and she loved learning new words and phrases.One day, Lily's English teacher, Mrs. Thompson, gave the class an exciting assignment. She asked each student to write a short story in English and share it with the class. The story had to be imaginative, fun, and contain some moral lessons.Lily was thrilled with the task. She couldn't wait to dive into the world of storytelling and create her very own magical adventure. She spent days brainstorming ideas and finally came up with a fantastic story called "The Enchanted Forest."In Lily's story, there was a young boy named Ethan who lived in a small house near the woods. One sunny day, while playing outside, Ethan discovered a hidden path that led deep into the forest. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to explore it.As Ethan ventured further into the forest, he stumbled upon a magical door. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and found himself in a world filled with talking animals, mystical creatures, and enchanted landscapes. Ethan's heart filled with excitement and wonder.In this magical world, Ethan met a wise owl named Oliver, who became his guide and friend. Oliver told Ethan about a powerful evil sorcerer who had cast a spell on the forest, turning it into a dark and gloomy place. The sorcerer had stolen all the colors, and the once vibrant forest was now gray and lifeless.Determined to bring back the beauty and joy, Ethan embarked on a mission to defeat the evil sorcerer. Along the way, he encountered various challenges and met new friends,including a brave squirrel and a playful unicorn. Together, they formed a team and used their unique talents to overcome obstacles and gather the missing colors.Through their adventures, Ethan and his friends learned valuable lessons about courage, teamwork, and the importance of kindness. They discovered that by working together and believing in themselves, they could overcome any obstacle.In the end, Ethan and his friends managed to defeat the evil sorcerer and restore the forest to its former glory. The once gray and lifeless place transformed into a vibrant and colorful haven. The animals rejoiced, and the forest thrived with new life.Lily's story enchanted her classmates, and they applauded her creativity and storytelling skills. Mrs. Thompson praised Lily for her imaginative and well-crafted tale, highlighting the moral lessons embedded within the story.Lily's love for English and storytelling grew even stronger after this assignment. She realized the power of words and the impact a good story could have on others. She continued to write and explore different genres, sharing her stories with friends and family."The Enchanted Forest" became a favorite among her classmates, and Lily's dream of becoming a writer started to take shape. She hoped that one day her stories would touch the hearts and minds of people all around the world, just like the stories she loved to read.And so, Lily's magical adventure in the world of storytelling began, and she knew that her journey had only just begun.。
小学英语英语故事(儿童故事)MotherHolle
Mother HolleOnce upon a time, there lived a widow with two daughters. One was a beautiful and diligent stepdaughter, and the other was her ugly and lazy real daughter.One day, the stepdaughter broke the mirror of her stepmother while cleaning the house. "Oh, no! What can I do?" The stepdaughter shed frightened tears thinking of the angry face of her stepmother. Then a strange sound came from the inside of the broken mirror."Please come in. You may come in." The stepdaughter peeped hesitantly into the mirror, at which moment the girl lost her wits in the glare of the shining light."Ah, where am I?" When she came to her senses, she was standing in a garden filled with shining sunlight and beautiful flowers. The girl kept walking dreamily among the flowers.After a while, pieces of bread shouted out to the girl from a hot oven. "Wow! It's hot! It's too hot. Please take us from the oven." The girl took out all the pieces of bread from the oven despite the blazing heat, and kept walking."My arms are painful as they hold something heavy. Please shake my arms." A tree with apples hung in thick clusters begged the girl, crying, "My apples are fully ripened and are ready to eat. Please shake my arms by all means."The girl stopped walking and shook the apple tree. The fruit dropped down from the apple tree as if it were raining. The girl collected all the apples that fell down.Finally, she arrived at a small inn. The girl knocked on the door carefully saying, "Knock--knock! Is there anyone here?" Suddenly, the door was flung wide open, and an old lady appeared. The girl was frightened and tried to run away.But the old lady said, "You don't have to be afraid of me. Would you like to live with me? You only have to shake off my bedding cleanly like flying feathers. Then the feathers will become the snow which is fallen on the ground. I am Mother Holle."The girl did the housekeeping work very hard, and the bedding was shaken off with flying feathers like snowflakes. And although the old lady treated the girl very nicely, one day the child dropped tears saying, "I want to go home. I miss my stepmother and stepsister." The girl begged the old lady saying, "Dear Grandmother, please let me go home." The old lady then said smiling at her, "All right, you have indeed worked hard until now. I will let you go home."The old lady stood in front of the mirror holding her hands, and said, "Pretty Girl, you may find your way home after you pass through this mirror. And you can take these with you as you have worked hard." At that moment, gold and silver money and valuables were showered down into the breast of the girl from heaven. The grateful child said, "Thank you, Grandmother." Finally, she arrived back at home."Mother, Mother!" The stepmother was surprised to see the girl bringing in a great load of gold and silver money and valuables. The girl told her what happened, and upon hearing the story, the stepmother believed that her real daughter might have such luck as well.The stepmother deliberately broke the mirror which was held by her real daughter. There was a sound from the mirror saying, "Please come in. You may come in." The stepmother pushed her rather ugly and lazy real daughter into the mirror. She also happened to walk among the fields like her younger sister.Pieces of bread shouted out to her from an oven saying, "Wow! It's hot. It's too hot. Please take us out of the oven." But the girl kept walking saying, "Hum!I am busy. And I may get hurt if I touch hot pieces of bread." A crying apple tree begged her, and saying, "My arms are too painful. Please shake my arms." But the girl kept walking again saying, "It is indeed troublesome. I don't want to have any fruit like an apple."Finally, an inn appeared. "Ah, this is the place!" The door was open, and an old lady appeared saying, "It is good to have someone to work for me. All you have to do is to shake off my bedding." The girl agreed to do so, but was tired of working after one or two days.The girl spent every day idly without working hard to shake off the bedding. The threshing old lady was not satisfied with the lazy girl. Then she said, "My Girl, you may stop working for me and return home. Here is the compensation for your work."Gladly, the girl waited for gold and silver money and valuables in front of the mirror. "Mother, Mother!" The lazy girl called to her mother. Upon seeing her daughter returned home, the mother of the girl shouted in dismay. "Oh, no!" There were all sorts of dirty insects and worms attached to the body of the lazy girl, who was forced to live with those dirty insects and worms attached to her body all her life.。
英语故事-TheMagicMirror
英语故事-TheMagicMirror英语故事The Magic MirrorOnce upon a time， in years long past， there lived a king of great renown and very rich. He had more money and gems than ten kings taken together.Because he was so rich the king took it into his head that he would never grow old. But this was not to be： old age comes to all， rich or poor. The king was much put out about this. How could such a thing be？ Was there no difference between him and the last beggar in his kingdom？ He was as rich as ten kings taken together， but his hair was turning white and falling out just the same.“That is not the way things should be，” the king decided and he summoned his sons to his side.Now， he had three sons but he only summoned the two older ones，for his youngest son was a simple soul who was mocked at and called a fool by his brothers. But so good-natured was he that he never took offence at this.The two sons came at his bidding， and the king saidto them：“When I was a child I heard that there was a magic mirror somewhere on earth in which one had only to look to turn young again. I will give half my kingdom to whichever of you brings me this mirror. Find it for me，and you will make me happy and yourselves， too. Prepare to set off at once and take with you whatever you need.”The sons were overjoyed and asked the king to give them a coach and six horses and a whole sack of gold besides.The king gave them all they asked for， and the sons saddled the horses，put the sack of gold in the coach and called the coachman. Then they got into the coach and set off on their journey.The youngest son learned of this and he came to his father and asked to be sent in search of the magic mirror. too.Said the king， laughing：“Where would a fool like you go？ Your foolishness will be the end of you. Better go and take a walk， your brothers will do well enough without you.”But the fool was very hurt at being thought too young and foolish to join his brothers and would not be put off.“Oh， very well！” the king finally agreed. “Letit be as you ask. Only don’t think that I’ll trust you with six horses and a sack of gold. Go as you are， and if you get into trouble blame yourself.”But the fool was very pleased， for it was enough for him that he had been allowed to go.He counted his money and found that he had only ten thalers，which meant that， however much he wanted to， he could not buy himself a good horse. In the end， all he could get was a very old and run-down grey nag.The fool got on the nag’s back and set off. The nag dragged painfully along， going into a jog-trot now and then，but this did not trouble the fool， for， thought he， I am on my way，so what more do I need！Toward evening he rode up to a large inn. A coach and six stood at its door.“This means my brothers are here！” said he to himself. “I’ll go in and find them and perhaps they will take me withthem.”He tethered his nag and came into the inn and when his brothers saw him they burst out laughing.“Where are you off to？” asked they.“I want to find the magic mirror，” said the fool.“Take me with you and we’ll be all the gayer for it.”“Go away， fool！ If a nything happens to you we’ll be the ones to answer for it.”Now， this made the fool feel very bad indeed. He left the inn，got on the nag’s back again and rode on.And the two older brothers stayed in the inn and would go no further in search of the mirror.“The wolves will eat up the fool together with his grey nag！” laughed they. “A fine mirror he’ll get then.”On and on rode the fool and at last he came to a great leafy forest. He was about to ride round it when he saw a narrow little path leading into it. This he decided to follow， for，thought he，it is in a forest that one always finds things.The whole day long he rode， and， feeling bored and lonely，broke a branch off a tree and cut out a little pipe for himself.He rode for a day， he rode for a second day， and on the third day he reached a small glade in which， beneath a mighty oak， stood a poor. little hut.Wanting to come into the hut， he decided to ride up closer，but before he could do so， a grey little old woman came out on to the porch.“Well， well！ Someone to see me at last！” said she. ‘I saw the forest die and rot away and another grow up，so long have I been here. but not once in all this time did I see living soul. What brings you here？““I am looking for a mirror， Grandma，” the fool explained. “Not an ordinary one mind， but a magic one， in which one has only to look to turn young again. And as my father does not want to grow old， he sent me in search of it. Do you know where I can find it. Grandma？”“No. my son，I don’t， this is the first I hear of such a mirror. But I have a sister who is even older than I am and she may know something about it. Why don’t you go to see her？It will take you three days to get to her house.”The fool thanked her and rode on and in three days’time he reached the house of the old woman’s older sister. And was she surprised to see him！“What brings you here？” asked she.The fool told her about the mirror and asked where it was to be found.“That is something I can’t tell you，” said the old woman. “I heard about some such thing in my youth， but where it is I don’t know. But perhaps my older sister knows.She is the wisest and the oldest of’the three of us. Why don’t you go to see her？ It will take you three days to get to her house.”The fool thanked her and rode on a nd in three day’s time he reached the house of the oldest of the old women. And she was more surprised to see him than any of them！“What brings you here？” asked she.The fool told her about the mirror and asked where it was to be found.“That is something I can’t tell you，” said the old woman. “I heard about some such thing in my youth， but where it is I don’t know. But perhaps one of my servants knows. You’dbetter get off your horse and come into my house.”The fool came into the hut and it was so bright and clean there that he was fairly dazzled.The old woman took a long， carved whistle from a shelf and came out on to the porch with it. She blew hard once，and lo！- the whole forest came alive and rustled as if the grass were being trod by many，many feet. The fool looked out of the window and saw that all the beasts of the forest had gathered by the hut.The old woman talked to them and came back to herguest again.“No， my forest servants know nothing about the mirror，” said she. “I’ll call my other servants――perhaps they have heard something about it.”And she took another carved whistle from the shelf，and，coming out on to the porch again，blew even harder than before.And again a rustling began in the forest-only it was not the grass that rustled this time but the branches， making a sound like the arms of many windmills whirling round and round. The fool looked out of the window and saw that all the birds of the air had flocked to the hut.The old woman talked to them and came back to her guest again.“No，” said she，“these servants of mine know no more than the first. But I have one other servant， the wisest of them all. If he has not heard of the mirror， then that means that no such thing exists.”The old woman took a third carved whistle from the shelf and led the way to the porch.“‘You can hear for yourself what the wisest of my servants has to say，” said she. And she blew so hard that the fool’s ears felt stopped up.And now there came a rumbling sound and so loud was it that it seemed as if a storm were passing over the forest.A large two-headed hawk came down on to the glade，and，perching on a stone， asked with a wave of his wings：“What is it -the Mother of the Forest wishes？”“I wish to know where the magic mirror is found，”said the old woman.“I can tell you where，” the hawk replied，“but it won’t do you any good， for no man can ever hope to reach it. It is hidden in the chamber of a princess who lives on an island in the middle of the sea， and so high are the rocks that surround the island that n o ship can put in to shore.”“What a man cannot do， you can，” said the old woman. “Put this guest of mine on your back and carry him to the island！”The hawk spread out his wings， the fool got on his back and up they soared to the sky.For nine days and nine nights they flew and at last they reached the island in the middle of the sea.Said the hawk：“When night comes you will go into the castle andsteal the mirror from the princess. But mind you don’t stay there too long or it’ll be the end of us. The pri ncess keeps the mirror at the head of her bed. Don’t be afraid of waking her. She sleeps so soundly， at midnight that she would not awake even if you were to ride into her bed-chamber on horseback. Just seize the mirror and run！”The hawk plucked out two feathers from his tail with his beak and said to the fool again：“When you reach the gate you will see two bears. Throw each of them a feather and you’ll be able to pass by.”The fool took the feathers and went to the castle.The bears saw him and at once reared up on their hind paws. But the fool quickly threw them the feathers and the bears snatched them up and fell asleep.The fool now came into the castle，and though everyone in it seemed to be sleeping， it was as light there as on the sunniest day and it did not take him long to find the princess. He took the magic mirror from under the pillow，thrust it in his bosom and was about to slip out when he saw a table set with food and drink.“There’s time enou gh to run away，” thought he. “I’ll eat first.”And he set to and began to eat with great gusto.Said he to himself when he had gorged himself and could eat and drink no more：“I wonder what the princess is like. I think I’d better take a look！He came up to the bed and so lovely was the princess that he could not get his fill gazing at her！ And on her finger there shone，bright as the sun，a most beautiful ring！The fool could not stop himself but took it off very gently and，this done，made off at it run for the gate.The hawk was so angry at his long absence that he seized him by his caftan with his beak and soared up into the air. The bears were awake and they started up and rushed，growling，at the hawk but he was high overhead by then and out of their reach.They flew over the sea and the hawk dropped down，dipped the fool in the water to his knees and rose up again.A little farther on he dropped down a second time and dipped the fool in the water to his chest， and then， again，to his neck. The fool was terribly frightened and yelled and screamed in a frenzied voice every time. After a while he came to a little and asked of the hawk：“What did you dip me in the sea like that for？ Why，my heart was in my shoes I was so frightened. That is no way to joke.”“Let it be a lesson to you，” said the hawk. “Now you’ll know what it was I went through waiting at the gate while you dawdled in the castle. You were frightened when I dipped you in the water to your knees. Well， so had I been when you were looking over the pr incess’s bed-chamber and the bears lifted their heads. You were frightened when I dipped you in the water to your chest. Well， so had I been when you started eating and the bears sat up. You were frightened when I dipped you in the water to your neck. Well，so had I been-badly so-when you began to take off the ring from the princess’s finger and the bears reared up on their hind legs. Why，had the princess wakened，they’d have torn me to pieces and don’t think you’d have escaped alive， either！”“Thank God sh e did not wake！” the fool thought.They flew to the house of the oldest of the old women and showed her the mirror， and the old woman said：“I have no use for it， I am much too old for it to do me any good. But you may have need of these.”And she gave the fool three switches.“Just wave these switches，” said she，“and your every wish will come true.”The fool thanked her， got on the back of his old nag again and rode off. He came to the house of the second old woman and showed her the mirror.“I have no use for it， I am much too old for it to do me any good，” said the old woman. “But you may have need of this.”And she gave the fool a little bag.“If you have nothing to eat， undo this bag，” said she，“and loaves of bread will come spilling out of it.”The fool thanked her， said goodbye and rode on again.He came to the house of the youngest of the old women and showed her the mirror， and she said：“I have no use for it， I am much too old for it to do me any good！But you may have need of these.”And she gave him a pair of scissors.“If your clothes wear out，” said she，“just click these scissors.”The fool thanked her， said goodbye and rode on.He rode up， to the selfsame inn and saw that thecoach and six stood by it just as before.“I’ll go in and find my brothers，” said the fool to himself and he came into the inn.His brothers saw him and said：“Well， have you found the mirror？”“So I have！” the fool replied.The brothers then began to ply him with food and drink，and， when he was quite drunk， said：“Come，fool，show us the mirror！What if it isn’t a magic mirror after all？“Oh，yes it is！” said the fool and he brought out the mirror. The brothers looked in it and saw that it was indeed amagic mirror.“A treasure if there ever was one！” said they. “You don’t need it，we’ll take it for ourselves.”And taking the mirror， they went off with it.“Now haven’t we been lucky！” said they. “But don’t try to give us away， fool，or we’ll give you a drubbing you won’t forget.”They came to their father and gave him the mirror and the moment he looked in it he turned young again.“What fine clever fellows you are！” said he. “Here，take half my kingdom，for that is what I promised you.”Now the fool came running and he wept and sobbed.“It was I who found the mirror，” said he. “My older brothers took it away from me！ They stayed in the inn and never went anywhere at all.”“What a fool you are！” said his father.“A fool like that should not be allowed to live！”said the older brothers. “Have him put to death！”The fool tried to explain how he had found the mirror and how he had flown on the hawk’s back， but this only made the king angrier than ever.“Take him to the seashore，” said he to his older sons，“put him in a boat with no oars in it and push the boat into the sea.”The brothers seized the fool， put him in a boat with no oars in it and pushed it into the sea.“The hawk will help you！” cried they， laughing.The wind sent the fool’s boat out into the open sea and the waves tossed it about for a long time till at last they flung it on to some rocks. The fool looked to all sides of him and saw thathe was on an island in the middle of the sea.“My end has come，” thought he. “To find myselfon a desert island， of all places！I’d better try to drag lie boat on to the shore at least.”He tried dragging the boat but found that this was more than he could do， for something that lay in his bosom was hindering him.He thrust his hand in his shirt，and lo！found the three switches that the oldest of the old women had given him.“I forgot all about the old women’s gifts！” thought he. “Now we’ll see if they are truly magic gifts.”He took the switches， waved them once and said：“Let a town grow up here and let there be many，many people in it！”And no sooner were the words out of his mouth than a town rose up from out of the ground and， as if out of thin air， many，many people appeared， naked the day they were born the poor things！The fool took out the scissors， clicked them once and then again and said：“Come， now， scissors， dress the townsfolk！”And at once many carts loaded with clothing drove up. All the townsfolk had to do was to come up and dress themselves！But this was not the end of it，for there was nothing for them to eat.The fool got out his bag and untied it and at once loaves of bread came spilling out of it， one after another，enough for ten kingdoms！The fool became king on the island and all the islanders were well pleased with him， which was only natural，for thanks tothe switches，the scissors and the bag they never lacked for anything.One fine day the young king was out taking a stroll on the sea-shore when he saw a ship far out at sea.“Quick. now， where is my boat？” asked he.A boat was brought him and he got into it and rowed up to the ship.No sooner was he near her than he saw a princess on board，the very same one from whom he had stolen the magic mirror.The king greeted the princess and invited her to visit his kingdom.“Thank you，but I can’t come with you，” said the princess. “I must sail on. My magic mirror has been stolen from me， you see， and so has my golden ring. And whoever has my ring is the one I must marry. And what if he turns out to be an old man in his dotage or a wicked magician or some such monster？With my magic mirror to help him he’ll live ano ther hundred years and never rest till he finds me. But he won’t think to look for me at sea，so that’s why I have decided to live out the rest of my life sailing the seas.”At this the king took her ring off his finger and gave it to the princess，and the princess was overjoyed，for wasn’t her husband-to-be young， handsome， and a king besides！They stepped out on to the shore， and all who saw them greeted them joyously.Soon afterwards the king and the princess were married and their wedding was celebrated in grand style，the townsfolk feasting and making merry for many a month on end.As for the magic mirror， it was lost and has not been found to this day.。
魔法妈妈——罗琳
魔法妈妈——罗琳佚名【期刊名称】《小学生：教学实践》【年(卷),期】2005(000)010【摘要】魔法妈妈全名:JoanneKathleenRowling(乔安·凯瑟琳·罗琳)笔名:J.K.Rowling出生:1965年7月31日,生于英国的格温特郡父母:父亲Peter是一名退休的飞机制造厂管理人员,母亲Ann是一位实验室技术人员,已经去世。
童年:小时候是个戴眼镜的相貌平平的女孩,非常爱学习,有点害羞、流着鼻涕、还比较野。
学历:毕业于法国埃克塞特大学,学习法语和古典文学,获文理学士学位和博士学位。
处女作:写作生涯是从6岁的时候,写了《兔子》的故事开始的。
工作经历:秘书,在葡萄牙当英语教师、法语教师,然后失业,最后靠政府的救济来生活。
写作哈利:开始构思哈利的故事是在1990年。
第一本书《哈利·波特与魔法师的石头》前后共写了5年。
在一间咖啡厅里,罗琳将女儿放在桌边的婴儿车上,就在女儿的吵闹声里写作,把哈利·波特的故事写在小纸片上。
为了省钱,她几个小时只喝一杯咖啡。
但付出的努力没有付诸东流,1997年当第一本书出版后,罗琳的生活就发生天翻地覆的变化,不论儿童还是成年人都爱上了哈利,作者自己也成了英国的第三富婆。
现居地:与女儿生活在苏格兰的爱丁堡市。
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小学五年级英语童话故事：Thumbelina
小学五年级英语童话故事：Thumbelina Once upon a time...There was once a woman who wanted to have quite a tiny, little child, but she did not know where to get one from. So one day she went to an old Witch and said to her： 'I should so much like to have a tiny, little child; can you tell me where I can get one?''Oh, we have just got one ready!' said the Witch. 'Hereis a barley-corn for you, but it's not the kind the farmer sows in his field, or feeds the cocks and hens with, I cantell you. Put it in a flower-pot, and then you will see something happen.''Oh, thank you!' said the woman, and gave the Witch a shilling, for that was what it cost. Then she went home and planted the barley-corn; immediately there grew out of it a large and beautiful flower, which looked like a tulip, butthe petals were tightly closed as if it were still only a bud.'What a beautiful flower!' exclaimed the woman, and she kissed the red and yellow petals; but as she kissed them the flower burst open. It was a real tulip, such as one can see any day; but in the middle of the blossom, on the green velvety petals, sat a little girl, quite tiny, trim, and pretty. She was scarcely half a thumb in height; so they called her Thumbelina. An elegant polished walnut-shell served Thumbelina as a cradle, the blue petals of a violet were her mattress, and a rose-leaf her coverlid. There shelay at night, but in the day-time she used to play about on the table; here the woman had put a bowl, surrounded by aring of flowers, with their stalks in water, in the middle of which floated a great tulip pedal, and on this Thumbelina sat, and sailed from one side of the bowl to the other, rowing herself with two white horse-hairs for oars. It was such a pretty sight! She could sing, too, with a voice more soft and sweet than had ever been heard before.One night, when she was lying in her pretty little bed,an old toad crept in through a broken pane in the window. She was very ugly, clumsy, and clammy; she hopped on to the table where Thumbelina lay asleep under the red rose-leaf.'This would make a beautiful wife for my son,' said the toad, taking up the walnut-shell, with Thumbelina inside, and hopping with it through the window into the garden.There flowed a great wide stream, with slippery andmarshy banks; here the toad lived with her son. Ugh! how ugly and clammy he was, just like his mother! 'Croak, croak,croak!' was all he could say when he saw the pretty littlegirl in the walnut- shell.'Don't talk so load, or you'll wake her,' said the old toad. 'She might escape us even now; she is as light as a feather. We will put her at once on a broad water-lily leafin the stream. That will be quite an island for her; she isso small and light. She can't run away from us there, whilst we are preparing the guest-chamber under the marsh where she shall live.'Outside in the brook grew many water-lilies, withbroad green leaves, which looked as if they were swimming about on the water.The leaf farthest away was the largest, and to this the old toad swam with Thumbelina in her walnut-shell.The tiny Thumbelina woke up very early in the morning, and when she saw where she was she began to cry bitterly; for on every side of the great green leaf was water, and she could not get to the land.The old toad was down under the marsh, decorating her room with rushes and yellow marigold leaves, to make it very grand for her new daughter-in-law; then she swam out with her ugly son to the leaf where Thumbelina lay. She wanted tofetch the pretty cradle to put it into her room before Thumbelina herself came there. The old toad bowed low in the water before her, and said： 'Here is my son; you shall marry him, and live in great magnificence down under the marsh.''Croak, croak, croak!' was all that the son could say. Then they took the neat little cradle and swam away with it; but Thumbelina sat alone on the great green leaf and wept,for she did not want to live with the clammy toad, or marry her ugly son. The little fishes swimming about under the water had seen the toad quite plainly, and heard what she had said; so they put up their heads to see the little girl. When they saw her, they thought her so pretty that they were very sorry she should go down with the ugly toad to live. No; that must not happen. They assembled in the water round the green stalk which supported the leaf on which she was sitting, and nibbled the stem in two. Away floated the leaf down the stream, bearing Thumbelina far beyond the reach of the toad.On she sailed past several towns, and the little birds sitting in the bushes saw her, and sang, 'What a prettylittle girl!' The leaf floated farther and farther away; thus Thumbelina left her native land.A beautiful little white butterfly fluttered above her, and at last settled on the leaf. Thumbelina pleased him, and she, too, was delighted, for now the toads could not reach her, and it was so beautiful where she was travelling; the sun shone on the water and made it sparkle like the brightest silver. She took off her sash, and tied one end round the butterfly; the other end she fastened to the leaf, so that now it glided along with her faster than ever.A great cockchafer came flying past; he caught sight of Thumbelina, and in a moment had put his arms round her slender waist, and had flown off with her to a tree. The green leaf floated away down the stream, and the butterfly with it, for he was fastened to the leaf and could not get loose from it. Oh, dear! how terrified poor little Thumbelina was when the cockchafer flew off with her to the tree! But she was especially distressed on the beautiful whitebutterfly's account, as she had tied him fast, so that if he could not get away he must starve to death. But the cockchafer did not trouble himself about that; hesat down with her on a large green leaf, gave her the honey out of the flowers to eat, and told her that she was very pretty, although she wasn't in the least like a cockchafer. Later on, all the other cockchafers who lived in the same tree came to pay calls; they examined Thumbelina closely, and remarked, 'Why, she has only two legs! How very miserable!''She has no feelers!' cried another.'How ugly she is!' said all the lady chafers--and yet Thumbelina was really very pretty.The cockchafer who had stolen her knew this very well;but when he heard all the ladies saying she was ugly, hebegan to think so too, and would not keep her; she might go wherever she liked. So he flew down from the tree with herand put her on a daisy. There she sat and wept, because she was so ugly that the cockchafer would have nothing to do with her; and yet she was the most beautiful creature imaginable,so soft and delicate, like the loveliest rose-leaf.The whole summer poor little Thumbelina lived alone inthe great wood. She plaited a bed for herself of blades of grass, and hung it up under a clover-leaf, so that she was protected from the rain; she gathered honey from the flowers for food, and drank the dew on the leaves every morning. Thus the summer and autumn passed, but then came winter--the long, cold winter. All the birds who had sung so sweetly about her had flown away; the trees shed their leaves, the flowers died; the great clover-leaf under which she had lived curled up,and nothing remained of it but the withered stalk. She was terribly cold, for her clothes were ragged, and she herself was so small and thin. Poor little Thumbelina! she wouldsurely be frozen to death. It began to snow, and every snow-flake that fell on her was to her as a whole shovelful thrown on one of us, for we are so big, and she was only an inch high. She wrapt herself round in a dead leaf, but it was torn in the middle and gave her no warmth; she was trembling with cold.Just outside the wood where she was now living lay a great corn-field. But the corn had been gone a long time; only the dry, bare stubble was left standing in the frozen ground. This made a forest for her to wander about in. All at once she came across the door of a field-mouse, who had a little hole under a corn-stalk. There the mouse lived warm and snug, with a store-room full of corn, a splendid kitchen and dining-room. Poor little Thumbelina went up to the door and begged for a little piece of barley, for she had not had anything to eat for the last two days.'Poor little creature!' said the field-mouse, for she was a kind- hearted old thing at the bottom. 'Come into my warm room and have some dinner with me.'As Thumbelina pleased her, she said： 'As far as I am concerned you may spend the winter with me; but you must keep my room clean and tidy, and tell me stories, for I like that very much.'And Thumbelina did allthat the kind old field-mouse asked, and did it remarkably well too.'Now I am expecting a visitor,' said the field-mouse; 'my neighbour comes to call on me once a week. He is in better circumstances than I am, has great, big rooms, and wears a fine black-velvet coat. If you could only marry him, you would be well provided for. But he is blind. You must tell him all the prettiest stories you know.'But Thumbelina did not trouble her head about him, for he was only a mole. He came and paid them a visit in his black-velvet coat.'He is so rich and so accomplished,' the field-mouse told her.'His house is twenty times larger than mine; he possesses great knowledge, but he cannot bear the sun and the beautiful flowers, and speaks slightingly of them, for he has neverseen them.'Thumbelina had to sing to him, so she sang 'Lady-bird,lady- bird, fly away home!' and other songs so prettily that the mole fell in love with her; but he did not say anything, he was a very cautious man. A short time before he had dug a long passage through the ground from his own house to that of his neighbour; in this he gave the field-mouse and Thumbelina permission to walk as often as they liked. But he begged them not to be afraid of the dead bird that lay in the passage：it was a real bird with beak and feathers, and must have died a little time ago, and now laid buried just where he had made his tunnel. The mole took a piece of rotten wood in his mouth, for that glows like fire in the dark, and went in front, lighting them through the long dark passage. When they cameto the place where the dead bird lay, the mole put his broad nose against the ceiling and pushed a hole through, so thatthe daylight could shine down. In the middle of the path laya dead swallow, his pretty wings pressed close to his sides, his claws and head drawn under his feathers; the poor birdhad evidently died of cold. Thumbelina was very sorry, forshe was very fond of all little birds; they had sung andtwittered so beautifully to her all through the summer. But the mole kicked him with his bandy legs and said：'Now he can't sing any more! It must be very miserable to be a little bird! I'm thankful that none of my littlechildren are; birds always starve in winter.''Yes, you speak like a sensible man,' said the field-mouse. 'What has a bird, in spite of all his singing, in the winter-time? He must starve and freeze, and that must be very pleasant for him, I must say!'Thumbelina did not say anything; but when the other two had passed on she bent down to the bird, brushed aside the feathers from his head, and kissed his closed eyes gently.'Perhaps it was he that sang to me so prettily in the summer,' she thought. 'How much pleasure he did give me, dear little bird!'The mole closed up the hole again which let in the light, and then escorted the ladies home. But Thumbelina could not sleep that night; so she got out of bed, and plaited a great big blanket of straw, and carried it off, and spread it over the dead bird, and piled upon it thistle-down as soft as cotton-wool, which she had found in the field-mouse's room, so that the poor little thing should lie warmly buried.'Farewell, pretty little bird!' she said. 'Farewell, and thank you for your beautiful songs in the summer, when the trees were green, and the sun shone down warmly on us!' Then she laid her head against the bird's heart. But the bird wasnot dead： he had been frozen, but now that she had warmed him, he was coming to life again.In autumn the swallows fly away to foreign lands; butthere are some who are late in starting, and then they get so cold that they drop down as if dead, and the snow comes and covers them over.Thumbelina trembled, she was so frightened; for the bird was very large in comparison with herself--only an inch high. But she took courage, piled up the down more closely over the poor swallow, fetched her own coverlid and laid it over his head.Next night she crept out again to him. There he was alive, but very weak; he could only open his eyes for a moment and look at Thumbelina, who was standing in front of him with a piece of rotten wood in her hand, for she had no other lantern.'Thank you, pretty little child!' said the swallow to her. 'I am so beautifully warm! Soon I shall regain my strength, and then I shall be able to fly out again into the warm sunshine.''Oh!' she said, 'it is very cold outside; it is snowing and freezing! stay in your warm bed; I will take care ofyou!'Then she brought him water in a petal, which he drank,after which he related to her how he had torn one of hiswings on a bramble, so that he could not fly as fast as the other swallows, who had flown far away to warmer lands. So at last he had dropped down exhausted, and then he couldremember no more. The whole winter he remained down there, and Thumbelina looked after him and nursed him tenderly. Neither the mole nor the field-mouse learnt anything of this, for they could not bear the poor swallow.When the spring came, and the sun warmed the earth again, the swallow said farewell to Thumbelina, who opened the hole in the roof for him which the mole had made. The sun shone brightly down upon her, and the swallow asked her if she would go with him; she could sit upon his back. Thumbelina wanted very much to fly far away into the green wood, but she knew that the old field-mouse would be sad if she ran away. 'No, I mustn't come!' she said.'Farewell, dear good little girl!' said the swallow, and flew off into the sunshine. Thumbelina gazed after him with the tears standing in her eyes, for she was very fond of the swallow.'Tweet, tweet!' sang the bird, and flew into the green wood. Thumbelina was very unhappy. She was not allowed to go out into the warm sunshine. The corn which had been sowed in the field over the field-mouse's home grew up high into the air, and made a thick forest for the poor little girl, who was only an inch high.'Now you are to be a bride, Thumbelina!' said the field-mouse, 'for our neighbour has proposed for you! What a piece of fortune for a poor child like you! Now you must set to work at your linen for your dowry, for nothing must be lacking if you are to become the wife of our neighbour, the mole!'Thumbelina had to spin all day long, and every eveningthe mole visited her, and told her that when the summer was over the sun would not shine so hot; now it was burning the earth as hard as a stone. Yes, when the summer had passed,they would keep the wedding.But she was not at all pleased about it, for she did not like the stupid mole. Every morning when the sun was rising, and every evening when it was setting, she would steal out of the house-door, and when the breeze parted the ears of cornso that she could see the blue sky through them, she thought how bright and beautiful it must be outside, and longed tosee her dear swallow again. But he never came; no doubt hehad flown away far into the great green wood.By the autumn Thumbelina had finished the dowry.'In four weeks you will be married!' said the field-mouse; 'don't be obstinate, or I shall bite you with my sharp white teeth! You will get a fine husband! The King himself has not such a velvet coat. His store-room and cellar are full, and you should be thankful for that.'Well, the wedding-day arrived. The mole had come to fetch Thumbelina to live with him deep down under the ground, never to come out into the warm sun again, for that was what hedidn't like. The poor little girl was very sad; for now she must say good-bye to the beautiful sun.'Farewell, bright sun!' she cried, stretching out herarms towards it, and taking another step outside the house;for now the corn had been reaped, and only the dry stubblewas left standing. 'Farewell, farewell!' she said, and puther arms round a little red flower that grew there. 'Give my love to the dear swallow when you see him!''Tweet, tweet!' sounded in her ear all at once. Shelooked up. There was the swallow flying past! As soon as he saw Thumbelina, he was very glad. She told him how unwilling she was to marry the ugly mole, as then she had to live underground where the sun never shone, and she could not help bursting into tears.'The cold winter is coming now,' said the swallow. 'Imust fly away to warmer lands： will you come with me? Youcan sit on my back, and we will fly far away from the ugly mole and his dark house, over the mountains, to the warm countries where the sun shines more brightly than here, where it is always summer, and there are always beautiful flowers. Do come with me, dear little Thumbelina, who saved my life when I lay frozen in the dark tunnel!''Yes, I will go with you,' said Thumbelina, and got onthe swallow's back, with her feet on one of his outstretched wings. Up he flew into the air, over woods and seas, over the great mountains where the snow is always lying. And if shewas cold she crept under his warm feathers, only keeping her little head out to admire all the beautiful things in theworld beneath. At last they came to warm lands; there the sun was brighter, the sky seemed twice as high, and in the hedges hung the finest green and purple grapes; in the woods grew oranges and lemons： the air was scented with myrtle and mint, and on the roads were pretty little children running aboutand playing with great gorgeous butterflies. But the swallowflew on farther, and it became more and more beautiful. Under the most splendid green trees besides a blue lake stood a glittering white-marble castle. Vines hung about the high pillars; there were many swallows' nests, and in one of these lived the swallow who was carrying Thumbelina.'Here is my house!' said he. 'But it won't do for you to live with me; I am not tidy enough to please you. Find a home for yourself in one of the lovely flowers that grow down there; now I will set you down, and you can do whatever you like.''That will be splendid!' said she, clapping her little hands.There lay a great white marble column which had fallen to the ground and broken into three pieces, but between these grew the most beautiful white flowers. The swallow flew down with Thumbelina, and set her upon one of the broad leaves.But there, to her astonishment, she found a tiny little man sitting in the middle of the flower, as white and transparent as if he were made of glass; he had the prettiest goldencrown on his head, and the most beautiful wings on his shoulders; he himself was no bigger than Thumbelina. He wasthe spirit of the flower. In each blossom there dwelt a tiny man or woman; but this one was the King over the others.'How handsome he is!' whispered Thumbelina to the swallow.The little Prince was very much frightened at the swallow, for in comparison with one so tiny as himself he seemed a giant. But when he saw Thumbelina, he was delighted, for she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. So he took hisgolden crown from off his head and put it on hers, asking her her name, and if she would be his wife, and then she would be Queen of all the flowers. Yes! he was a different kind of husband to the son of the toad and the mole with the black。
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魔法妈妈——J.K.Rowling魔法妈妈——J.K.RowlingLike that of her own character, Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling's life has the luster of a fairy tale. Divorced, living on public assistance in a tiny Edinburgh flat with her infant daughter, Rowling wrote Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone at a table in a cafe during her daughter's naps — and it was Harry Potter that rescued her. Joanne Kathleen Rowling entered the world in Chipping Sodbury General Hospital in Bristol, England, a fitting beginning for someone who would later enjoy making up strange names for people, places and games played on flying broomsticks. Her younger sister Di was born just under two years later.Rowling remembers that she always wanted to write and that the first story she actually wrote down, when she was five or six, was a story about a rabbit called Rabbit. Many of her favorite memories center around reading—hearing The Wind in the Willows read aloud by her father when she had the measles, enjoying the fantastic adventure stories of E. Nesbit, reveling in the magical world of C. S. Lewis's Narnia, and her favorite story of all, The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge.At Exeter University Rowling took her degree in French and spent one year studying in Paris. After college she moved to London to work for Amnesty International as a researcher and bilingual secretary. The best thing about working in an office, she has said, was typing up stories on the computer when no one was watching. During this time, on a particularly long train ride from Manchester to London in the summer of 1990, the idea came to her of a boy who is a wizard and doesn't know it. He attends a school for wizardry--she could see him very plainly in her mind. By the time the train pulled into King's Cross Station four hours later, many of the characters and the early stages of the plot were fully formed in her head. The story took further shape as she continued working on it in pubs and cafes over her lunch hours.In 1992 Rowling left off working in offices and moved to Portugal to teach English as a Second Language. In spite of her students making jokes about her name (this time they called her "Rolling Stone"), she enjoyed teaching. She worked afternoons and evenings, leaving mornings free for writing. After her marriage to a Portuguese TV journalist ended in divorce, Rowling returned to Britain with her infant daughter and a suitcase full of Harry Potter notes and chapters. She settled in Edinburgh to be near her sister and set out to finish the book before looking for a teaching job. Wheeling her daughter's carriage around the city to escape their tiny, cold apartment, she would duck into coffee shops to write when the baby fell asleep. In this way she finished the book and started sending it to publishers. It was rejected several times before she found an London agent, chosen because she liked his name--Christopher Little, who sold the manuscript to Bloomsbury Children's Books. Rowling was working as a French teacher when she heard that her book about the boy wizard had been accepted for publication. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone was published in June 1997 and achieved almost instant success. With the publication of the American edition, retitled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, in 1998, Rowling's books continued to make publishing history. Harry Potter climbed to thetop of all the bestseller lists for children's and adult books. Indeed, the story of the boy wizard, his Cinderlad childhood, and his adventures at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry caught the imagination of readers of all ages. In Britain a separate edition of the first book appeared with a more "adult" dust jacket so that grown-ups reading it on trains and subways would not have to hide their copy behind a newspaper.Jo Rowling lives in Edinburgh, Scotland, with her daughter Jessica and continues to work on writing the seven-book saga of Harry Potter.魔法妈妈—J.K.罗琳J.K.罗琳的生活展现出童话般的光芒，如同她所创造的魔法小巫师—哈利?波特。
经历了一次失败的婚姻后，这个靠救济金过日子，独自抚养女儿的单亲妈妈和出生不久的女儿搬到了爱丁堡的一个狭小的公寓里。
为了逃离又小又冷的房间，她常待在住家附近的咖啡馆里，待女儿熟睡后开始写作，女儿睡多久，她就写多久。
就在这个小咖啡馆里，她写出了《哈利?波特与魔法石》，塑造了那个将她带离窘境的小巫师。
乔安?凯瑟琳?罗琳出生在英格兰的一家综合医院里，这对一个喜欢给别人起奇怪名字，喜欢坐着扫帚满场飞奔的小姑娘来说，是个合适的开始。
她的妹妹两年后来到这个世上。
罗琳从小就喜欢写作，五、六岁时就写了一篇跟兔子有关的故事。
小时候美好的记忆似乎总是围绕阅读的—得麻疹时听爸爸大声讲故事，读奇异的冒险故事，沉浸在奇妙的故事世界里。
大学里，罗琳主修法语，在巴黎留学一年。
毕业后，她搬去伦敦担任调查员和双语秘书。