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安徒生童话英语故事安徒生童话对中国现代儿童文学有深远的影响,中国儿童文学的许多特质,都与安徒生的童话有着隐形的关系。

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The Darning-Needle 织补针Once upon a time there was a darning needle who imagined she was so fine that she really was a sewing needle."Be careful and hold me tightly!" she warned the fingers that picked her up. "Don't drop me! If I fall on the floor you may never find me again; that's how fine I am!""That's what you think!" replied the fingers, and squeezed her around the waist."Look, here I come with my train!" said the darning needle, and she drew a long thread behind her, but there was no knot in the thread.The fingers aimed the needle straight at the cook's slipper, where the upper leather had burst and had to be sewed together."My! What vulgar work!" sniffed the darning needle. "I'll never get through! Look out! I'm breaking! I'm breaking in two." And just then she did break. "I told you so," she said. "I'm much too delicate!""Well, she's no good now," thought the fingers, but they had to hold on to her all the same. For the cook dropped a little sealing wax on the end of the needle to make a head, and then she pinned her kerchief together with it in front."Look! Now I'm a breastpin," said the needle. "I knew perfectly well I'd be honored. If you are something you always amount to something."Then she laughed, but it was inwardly, because no one canever really see a darning needle laugh. There she sat on the cook's bosom, proud as if she were in a state coach, and looked all around her."May I be permitted to inquire if you're made of gold?" she very politely asked a little pin near her. "You look pretty, and you have a head of your own, but it's rather small. You must be careful to grow bigger. Not everyone can have sealing wax on one end like me!"Then the darning needle drew herself up so proudly that she fell right out of the kerchief into the sink, at the very moment the cook was rinsing it out."Looks now as if we are off on a journey," she said to herself. "Let's hope I don't get lost." But she really was lost down the drain."I'm too fine for this world," she observed calmly as she lay in the gutter outside. "But I know who I am, and that's always a satisfaction." So the darning needle was still proud, and she never lost her good humor. She watched the many strange things floating above her-chips and straws and pieces of old newspapers."Look at them sail!" she said to herself. "They don't know what's down below them! Here I sit! I can sting! Look at that stick go, thinking of nothing in the world but himself-a stick! And that's exactly what he is! And there's a straw floating by; look at him twist and look how he turns! You'd better not think so much about yourself up there! You'll run into the curb! There goes a newspaper. Everybody has forgotten what was written on it, but still it spreads itself out, while I sit quietly down here below. I know who I am, and I shall never forget it!"One day the darning needle saw something beside her that glittered splendidly in the sunbeams. It was only a bit of brokenbottle, but because the darning needle was quite sure it was something valuable like a diamond she spoke to it, introducing herself as a breastpin."I suppose you're a diamond?" she asked."Yes, something like that," was the reply.Then, since each thought the other was very important, they began talking about the world, and how conceited everyone was."I used to live in a lady's case," said the darning needle. "And this lady was a cook. On each hand she had five fingers, and you never saw anything so conceited as those five fingers! And yet they were only there so that they could hold me, take me out of my case, and put me back into it.""Did they shine?" asked the bit of bottle glass."Shine? Not at all," said the darning needle. "They were arrogant. There were five brothers, all belonging to the Finger family, and they kept close together, although they were all of different lengths. The one on the outside, Thumbling, who walked out in front of the others, was short and fat and had only one joint in his back, so he could only make a single bow. But he insisted that if he were cut off a person's hand, that person could not be a soldier. Lickpot, the second one, pushed himself into sweet and sour, and pointed at the sun and the moon, and it was he who pressed on the pen when they wrote. Longman, the third, looked over the heads of the others. Guldbrand was the fourth-he always wore a golden belt around his waist. And little Peter Playfellow didn't do anything at all, and was very proud of it. They did nothing but brag all the time; that's why I went down the sink.""And now we just sit here and glitter," said the bit of broken bottle. But just then a flood of water came rushing down thegutter so that it overflowed and swept the bottle glass away."See now! He's been promoted," remarked the darning needle, "but I'm still here. I'm too fine for that sort of thing. But that's my pride, and that is very commendable!" So she sat up straight, lost in many big thoughts. "I almost think I was born a sunbeam, I'm so fine; besides, the sunbeams always seem to be trying to get to me, under the water. I'm so fine that even my mother can't find me. If I had my old eye, the one that broke off, I think I might cry about that. But no! I think I wouldn't cry anyway; it's not at all refined to cry."One day some street boys were grubbing in the gutter, looking for coins and things of that sort. It was filthy work, but they were having a wonderful time."Ouch!" one cried as he pricked himself on the darning needle. "You're a pretty sharp fellow!""I'm not a fellow; I'm a young lady," replied the darning needle. But of course they couldn't hear her.Her sealing wax had come off, and she had turned black; but black always makes you look more slender, and she was sure she was even finer than before."Look!" cried the boys. "Here comes an eggshell sailing along," And they stuck the darning needle fast into the shell."White walls, and I am black myself!" cried the darning needle. "That's very becoming! People can really see me now! I only hope I'm not seasick; that would surely break me!" But she wasn't seasick, and she did not break. "It's a very good protection against seasickness to have a steel stomach and to remember that one is a little finer than ordinary human beings. Oh, yes! I'm all right. The finer you are, the more you can bear.""Crack!" went the eggshell at that moment, for a heavilyloaded wagon ran over it."Goodness, I'm being crushed!" cried the darning needle. "I'm going to get really seasick now! I'm breaking! I'm breaking!" But she didn't break, though the wagon went over her; she lay at full length along the cobblestones, and there we'll leave her.The Angel 安琪儿WHENEVER a good child dies, an angel of God comes down from heaven, takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with him over all the places which the child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom more brightly in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the song of the chorus of bliss."These words were spoken by an angel of God, as he carried a dead child up to heaven, and the child listened as if in a dream. Then they passed over well-known spots, where the little one had often played, and through beautiful gardens full of lovely flowers."Which of these shall we take with us to heaven to be transplanted there?" asked the angel.Close by grew a slender, beautiful, rose-bush, but some wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half-opened rosebuds hung faded and withered on the trailing branches."Poor rose-bush!" said the child, "let us take it with us to heaven, that it may bloom above in God's garden."The angel took up the rose-bush; then he kissed the child, and the little one half opened his eyes. The angel gathered also some beautiful flowers, as well as a few humble buttercups and heart's-ease."Now we have flowers enough," said the child; but the angel only nodded, he did not fly upward to heaven.It was night, and quite still in the great town. Here they remained, and the angel hovered over a small, narrow street, in which lay a large heap of straw, ashes, and sweepings from the houses of people who had removed. There lay fragments of plates, pieces of plaster, rags, old hats, and other rubbish not pleasant to see. Amidst all this confusion, the angel pointed to the pieces of a broken flower-pot, and to a lump of earth which had fallen out of it. The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots of a withered field-flower, which had been thrown amongst the rubbish."We will take this with us," said the angel, "I will tell you why as we fly along."And as they flew the angel related the history."Down in that narrow lane, in a low cellar, lived a poor sick boy; he had been afflicted from his childhood, and even in his best days he could just manage to walk up and down the room on crutches once or twice, but no more. During some days in summer, the sunbeams would lie on the floor of the cellar for about half an hour. In this spot the poor sick boy would sit warming himself in the sunshine, and watching the red blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his face. Then he would say he had been out, yet he knew nothing of the green forest in its spring verdure, till a neighbor's son brought him a green bough from a beech-tree. This he would place over his head, and fancy that he was in the beech-wood while the sun shone, and the birds carolled gayly. One spring day the neighbor's boy brought him some field-flowers, and among them was one to which the root still adhered. This he carefullyplanted in a flower-pot, and placed in a window-seat near his bed. And the flower had been planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh shoots, and blossomed every year. It became a splendid flower-garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon earth. He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the cellar, from the earliest morning ray to the evening sunset. The flower entwined itself even in his dreams- for him it bloomed, for him spread its perfume. And it gladdened his eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the Lord called him. He has been one year with God. During that time the flower has stood in the window, withered and forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into the street, on the day of the lodgers' removal. And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay, because it gave more real joy than the most beautiful flower in the garden of a queen.""But how do you know all this?" asked the child whom the angel was carrying to heaven."I know it," said the angel, "because I myself was the poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own flower well."Then the child opened his eyes and looked into the glorious happy face of the angel, and at the same moment they found themselves in that heavenly home where all is happiness and joy. And God pressed the dead child to His heart, and wings were given him so that he could fly with the angel, hand in hand. Then the Almighty pressed all the flowers to His heart; but He kissed the withered field-flower, and it received a voice. Then it joined in the song of the angels, who surrounded the throne, some near, and others in a distant circle, but all equally happy. They all joinedin the chorus of praise, both great and small,- the good, happy child, and the poor field-flower, that once lay withered and cast away on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.。

安徒生童话故事中英文对照版

安徒生童话故事中英文对照版

安徒生童话故事中英文对照版拉普兰女人和芬兰女人,是安徒生童话故事中的其中之一,也是我们小时候经常会看到的故事之一,不知道你是否还有记忆呢?今天小编给大家带来安徒生童话故事英文版,希望大家喜欢并且能够有所收获。

安徒生童话故事英文版(一)SIXTH STORY The Lapland Woman and the Finland Woman(One)第六个故事:拉普兰女人和芬兰女人(一)Suddenly they stopped before a little house, which looked very miserable. The roof reached to the ground; and the door was so low, that the family were obliged to creep upon their stomachs when they went in or out.他们在一个小屋子面前停下来。

这屋子是非常简陋的;它的屋顶低得几乎接触到地面;它的门是那么矮,当家里的人要走出走进的时候,就得伏在地上爬。

Nobody was at home except an old Lapland woman, who was dressing fish by the light of an oil lamp. And the Reindeer told her the whole of Gerda's history, but first of all his own; for that seemed to him of much greater importance. Gerda was so chilled that she could not speak.屋子里除了一个老太婆以外,什么人也没有,她现在在一盏油灯上煎鱼。

驯鹿把格尔达的全部经历都讲了,不过它先讲自己的,因为它觉得它的最重要。

英语听力材料《爱丽丝漫游仙境之掉进兔子洞》

英语听力材料《爱丽丝漫游仙境之掉进兔子洞》

英语听力材料《爱丽丝漫游仙境之掉进兔子洞》英语听力材料《爱丽丝漫游仙境之掉进兔子洞》电影《爱丽丝梦游仙境》改编自英国作家查尔斯·路德维希·道奇森的同名儿童文学作品。

下面,为大家送上其中的一段英语听力文摘送给大家,希望对大家有所帮助。

Down the Rabbit-Hole掉进兔子洞Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation?”爱丽丝挨着姐姐坐在河岸边,她开始感到厌烦,讨厌这无事可做的状态。

她偷偷瞥了瞥姐姐正在看的书一两眼,但是里面既没有图片,也没有对话,“没有图片和对话的书有什么用呢? ”爱丽丝想。

So she was considering in her own mind, whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.于是她在头脑里寻思,编一个雏菊花环的乐趣是否值得她不怕麻烦地站起身去采摘雏菊呢,突然,一只粉色眼睛的白兔跑到她跟前。

安徒生童话故事英文版【五篇】

安徒生童话故事英文版【五篇】

【导语】安徒⽣童话让丹麦闻名世界,也让很多的同学对于丹麦⼼⽣向往。

下⾯是®⽆忧考⽹分享的安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版【五篇】。

欢迎阅读参考!【篇⼀】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 THERE were five peas in one pod:they were green,and the pod was green,and so they thought all the world was green;and that was just as it should be!The pod grew,and the peas grew;they accommodated themselves to circumstances,sitting all in a row.The sun shone without,and warmed the husk,and the rain made it clear and transparent;it was mild and agreeable during the clear day and dark during the night,just as it should be,and the peas as they sat there became bigger and bigger,and more and more thoughtful,for something they must do. “Are we to sit here everlastingly?”asked one.“I’ m afraid we shall become hard by long sitting.It seems to me there must be something outside-I have a kind of inkling of it. And weeks went by.The peas became yellow, and the pod also. “All the world’ s turning yellow,”said they;and they had a right to say it. Suddenly they felt a tug at the pod.It was torn off,passed through human hands,and glided down into the pocket of a jacket,in company with other full pods. “Now we shall soon be opened!”they said;and that is just what they were waiting for. “I should like to know who of us will get farthest!”said the smallest of the five.“Yes,now it will soon show itself.” “What is to be will be,” said the biggest. “Crack!”the pod burst,and all the five peas rolled out into the bright sunshine.There they lay in a child's hand.A little boy was clutching them,and said they were fine peas for his pea-shooter;and he put one in at once and shot it out. “Now I'm flying out into the wide world,catch me if you can!”And he was gone.“I,” said the second,“I shall fly straight into the sun.That's a pod worth looking at,and one that exactly suits me.” And away he went. “We sleep where we come,”said the two next,“but we shall roll on all the same.”And so they rolled first on the floor before they got into the pea-shooter;but they were put in for all that.“We shall go farthest,”said they.“What is to happen will happen,said the last,as he was shot forth out of the pea-shooter;and he flew up against the old board under the garret window,just into a crack which was filled up with moss and soft mould;and the moss closed round him;there he lay,a prisoner in-deed,but not forgotten by our Lord. “What is to happen will happen,”said he. Within,in the little garret,lived a poor woman,who went out in the day to clean stoves,saw wood,and to do other hard work of the same kind,for she was strong and industrious too.But she always remained poor;and at home in the garret lay her half-grown only daughter,who was very delicate and weak;for a whole year she had kept her bed,and it seemed as if she could neither live nor die. “She is going to her little sister,”the woman said.“I had only the two children,and it was not an easy thing to provide for both,but the good God provided for one of them by taking her home to Himself;now I should be glad to keep the other that was left me;but I suppose they are not to remain separated,and she will go to her sister in heaven. But the sick girl remained where she was.She lay quiet and qatient all day long while her mother went to earn money out of doors.It was spring,and early in the morn-in,just as the mother was about to go out to work,the sun shone mildly and pleasantly through the little window,and threw its rays across the floor;and the sick girl fixed her eyes on the lowest pane in the window. “What may that green thing be that looks in at the window?It is moving in the wind.” And the mother stepped to the window,and half opened it.“Oh!”said she,“on my word,it is a little pea which has taken root here,and is putting out its little leaves.How can it have got here into the crack?There you have a little garden to look at.” And the sick girl's bed was moved nearer to the window,so that she could always see the growing pea;and the mother went forth to her work. “Mother,I think I shall get well,”said the sick child in the evening.“The sun shone in upon me today delight-fullywarm.The little pea is thriving famously,and I shall thrive too,and get up,and go out into the warm sun-shine. “God grant it!”said the mother,but she did not believe it would be so;but she took carec to prop with a little stick the green plant which had given her daughter the pleasant thoughts of life,so that it might not be broken by the wind;she tied a piece of string to the window-sill and to the upper part of the frame,so that the pea might have something round which it could twine,when it shot up:and it did shoot up indeed-one could see how it grew every day. “Really,here is a flower coming!”said the woman one day;and now she began to cherish the hope that her sick daughter would recover.She remembered that lately the child had spoken much more cheerfully than before,that in the last few days she had risen up in bed of her own accord,and had sat upright,looking with delighted eyes at the little garden in which only one plant grew.A week afterwards the invalid for the first time sat up for a whole hour.Quite happy,she sat there in the warm sunshine;the window was opened,and in front of it outside stood a pink pea blossom,fully blown.The sick girl bent down and gently kissed the delicate leaves.This day was like a festival.“The Heavenly Father Himself has planted that pea,and caused it to thrive,to be a joy to you,and to me also,my blessed child!”said the glad mother;and she smiled at the flower,as if it had been a good angel. But about the other peas?Why,the one who flew out into the wide world and said,“Catch me if you can,”fell into the gutter on the roof,and found a home in a pigeon's crop,and lay there like Jonah in the whale;the two lazy ones got just as far,for they,too,were eaten up by pigeons,and thus,at any rate,they were of some real use;but the fourth,who wanted to go up into the sun,fell into the gutter,and lay there in the dirty water for days and weeks,and swelled prodigiously.“How beautifully fat I'm growing!”said the Pea.“I shall burst at last;and I don't think any pea can do more than that.I'm the most remarkable of all the five that were in the pod.” And the Gutter said he was right. But the young girl at the garret window stood there with gleaming eyes,with the hue of health on her cheeks,and folded her thin hands over the pea blossom,and thanked Heaven for it. “I,” said the Gutter,“stand up for my own pea.”【篇⼆】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife. One evening a fearful tempest arose, it thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down from the sky in torrents: besides, it was as dark as pitch. All at once there was heard a violent knocking at the door, and the old King, the Prince's father, went out himself to open it. It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain and the wind, she was in a sad condition; the water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She said she was a real Princess. "Ah! we shall soon see that!" thought the old Queen-mother; however, she said not a word of what she was going to do; but went quietly into the bedroom, took all the bed-clothes off the bed, and put three little peas on the bedstead. She then laid twenty mattresses one upon another over the three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the mattresses. Upon this bed the Princess was to pass the night. The next morning she was asked how she had slept. "Oh, very badly indeed!" she replied. "I have scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through. I do not know what was in my bed, but I had something hard under me, and am all over black and blue. It has hurt me so much!" Now it was plain that the lady must be a real Princess, since she had been able to feel the three little peas through the twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. None but a real Princess could have had such a delicate sense of feeling. The Prince accordingly made her his wife; being now convinced that he had found a real Princess. The three peas were however put into the cabinet of curiosities, where they are still to be seen, provided they are not lost. Wasn't this a lady of real delicacy?【篇三】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year.In this cold and darkness there went along thestreet a poor little girl,bareheaded,and with naked feet. When she left homeshe had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that?They were verylarge slippers,which her mother had hitherto worn;so large were they;andthe poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast. One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by anurchin, and off he ran with it;he thought it would do capitally for a cradlewhen he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maidenwalked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle ofthem in her hand.Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day;noone had given her a single farthing. She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, thepoor little thing!The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curlsaround her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawnclose up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did notventure, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing ofmoney:from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was coldtoo, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled,even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags. it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to thelittle maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, withburnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with suchblessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had alreadystretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, thestove vanished:she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand. She rubbed another against the wall:it burned brightly, and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that shecould see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth;uponit was a splendid porcelain service,and the roast goose was steaming famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried plums.And what was still more capital tobehold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floorwith knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was leftbehind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the mostmagnificent Christmas tree:it was still larger,and more decorated than theone which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house. Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-coloredpictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match wentout. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher,she saw them nowas stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire. "Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, theonly person who had lovedher, and who was now no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends to God.She drew another match against the wall:it was again light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of love. "Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away whenthe match burnsout;you vanish like the warm stove,like the delicious roastgoose,and like the magnificent Christmas tree!"And she rubbed the wholebundle of matches quickly against the wall,for she wanted to be quite sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noon-day:never formerly had the grandmother beenso beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and bothflew in brightness and in joy so high,so very high, and then above wasneither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosycheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with hermatches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things shehad seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmothershe had entered on the joys of a new year.【篇四】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 a good child dies, an angel of God comes down from heaven, takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with him over all the places which the child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom more brightly in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the song of the chorus of bliss. These words were spoken by an angel of God, as he carried a dead child up to heaven, and the child listened as if in a dream. Then they passed over well-known spots, where the little one had often played, and through beautiful gardens full oflovely flowers. "Which of these shall we take with us to heaven to be transplanted there?" asked the angel. Close by grew a slender, beautiful, rose-bush, but some wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half-opened rosebuds hung faded and withered on the trailing branches. "Poor rose-bush!" said the child, "let us take it with us to heaven, that it may bloom above in God's garden." The angel took up the rose-bush; then he kissed the child, and the little one half opened his eyes. The angel gathered also some beautiful flowers, as well as a few humble buttercups and heart's-ease. "Now we have flowers enough," said the child; but the angel only nodded, he did not fly upward to heaven. It was night, and quite still in the great town. Here they remained, and the angel hovered over a small, narrow street, in which lay a large heap of straw, ashes, and sweepings from the houses of people who had removed. There lay fragments of plates, pieces of plaster, rags, old hats, and other rubbish not pleasant to see. Amidst all this confusion, the angel pointed to the pieces of a broken flower-pot, and to a lump of earth which had fallen out of it. The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots of a withered field-flower, which had been thrown amongst the rubbish. "We will take this with us," said the angel, "I will tell you why as we fly along." And as they flew the angel related the history. "Down in that narrow lane, in a low cellar, lived a poor sick boy; he had been afflicted from his childhood, and even in his best days he could just manage to walk up and down the room on crutches once or twice, but no more. During some days in summer, the sunbeams would lie on the floor of the cellar for about half an hour. In this spot the poor sick boy would sit warming himself in the sunshine, and watching the red blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his face. Then he would say he had been out, yet he knew nothing of the green forest in its spring verdure, till a neighbor's son brought him a green bough from a beech-tree. This he would place over his head, and fancy that he was in the beech-wood while the sun shone, and the birds caroled gaily. One spring day the neighbor's boy brought him some field-flowers, and among them was one to which the root still adhered. This he carefully planted in a flower-pot, and placed in a window-seat near his bed. And the flower had been planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh shoots, and blossomed every year. It became a splendid flower-garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon earth.? He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the cellar, from the earliest morning ray to the evening sunset. The flower entwined itself even in his dreams- for him it bloomed, for him spread its perfume. And it gladdened his eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the Lord called him. He has been one year with God. During that time the flower has stood in the window, withered and forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into the street, on the day of the lodgers' removal. And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay, because it gave more real joy than the most beautiful flower in the garden of a queen." "But how do you know all this?" asked the child whom the angel was carrying to heaven. "I know it," said the angel, "because I myself was the poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own flower well." Then the child opened his eyes and looked into the glorious happy face of the angel, and at the same moment they found themselves in that heavenly home where all is happiness and joy. And God pressed the dead child to His heart, and wings were given him so that he could fly with the angel, hand in hand? Then the Almighty pressed all the flowers to His heart; but He kissed the withered field-flower, and it received a voice. Then it joined in the song of the angels, who surrounded the throne, some near, and others in a distant circle, but all equally happy. They all joined in the chorus of praise, both great and small,- the good, happy child, and the poor field-flower, that once lay withered and cast away on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.【篇五】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 Once upon a time there lived a fisherman who earned a living selling fish, making his rounds to thecustomers on a horse drawn cart loaded with his catch of the day. One cold winter day, while the fisherman was crossing the woods, a fox smelled the fish and began following the cart at a close distance. The fisherman kept his trout in long wicker baskets and the sight of the fish made the fox's mouth water. The fox,however, was reluctant to jump on the cart to steal a fish because the fisherman had a long whip that he cracked from time to time to spur on the horse. But the smell of fresh fish was so enticing that the fox overcame her fear of the whip, leapt on to the cart and with a quick blow of her paw, dropped a wicker basket on the snow. The fisherman did not notice anything and continued his journey undisturbed. The fox was very happy. She opened the basket and got ready to enjoy her meal. She was about to taste the first bite when a bear appeared. "Where did you get all that marvelous trout?" the big bear asked with a hungry look on its face. "I've been fishing," the fox answered, unperturbed. "Fishing? How? The lake is frozen over," the bear said, incredulously. "How did you manage to fish?" The fox was aware that, unless she could get rid of the bear with some kind of excuse, she would have had to share her fish. But the only plausible answer she could come up with was: "I fished with my tail." "With your tail?" said the bear, who was even more astonished. "Sure, with my tail. I made a hole in the ice, I dropped my tail in the water and when I felt a bite I pulled it out and a fish was stuck on its end," the fox told the bear. The bear touched his tail and his mouth began watering. He said: "Thanks for the tip. I'm going fishing too." The lake was not too far away, but the ice was very thick and the bear had a hard time making a hole in it. Finally, his long claws got the job done. As time went by and evening approached, it got colder and colder. The bear shivered but he kept sitting by the hole with his tail in the water. No fish had bitten yet. The bear was very cold and the water of the lake began freezing again around his tail. It was then that the bear felt something like a bite on the end of his frozen tail. The bear pulled with all his strength, heard something tear and at the same time felt a very sharp pain. He turned around to find out what kind of fish he had caught, and right then he realized that his tail, trapped in the ice, had been torn off. Ever since then, bears have had a little stump instead of a long and thick tail.。

国王的新衣英语课文朗读

国王的新衣英语课文朗读

国王的新衣英语课文朗读《国王的新衣》是一则由丹麦作家安徒生创作的童话故事,故事表达了对虚伪、虚荣心以及真实的思考。

以下是《国王的新衣》的英语课文摘录,你可以用来朗读:The Emperor's New ClothesMany years ago there was an Emperor who was so excessively fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on them. He did not care about his soldiers, nor did he care about the theatre, nor about driving in the woods, except for the sake of showing off his new clothes.One day two rogues came to the city. They told everyone that they were weavers and they could weave the finest cloth imaginable. Not only were the colors and patterns exceptionally beautiful, but the clothes that were made from this material had the peculiar quality of becoming invisible to any person who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid."That must be wonderful cloth!" thought the Emperor. "If I had clothes made of that, I could find out which men in my empire are unfit for their posts. I could tell the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must have some of this wonderful cloth woven for me right away."And he gave a large sum of money to the rogues, in advance, so that they should begin their work immediately.They set up two looms and pretended to be working, but they had nothing at all on their looms. They also demanded the finest silk and the purest gold, all of which they kept for themselves, and worked on with empty shuttles late into the night."I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth," thought the Emperor. But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it. Personally, he was of the opinion that he had nothing to fear, yet he thought it advisable to send somebody else first to see how matters stood....以上是故事的开头部分,你可以通过朗读整篇故事来更好地理解和传达故事的情节。

THE LITTLE MERMAID英文版安徒生童话选

THE LITTLE MERMAID英文版安徒生童话选
1872 FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN THE LITTLE MERMAID by Hans Christian Andersen FAR out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects. We must not imagine that there is nothing at the bottom of the sea but bare yellow sand. No, indeed; the most singular flowers and plants grow there; the leaves and stems of which are so pliant, that the slightest agitation of the water causes them to stir as if they had life. Fishes, both large and small, glide between the branches, as birds fly among the trees here upon land. I

安徒生童话故事英语版

安徒生童话故事英语版

安徒生童话故事英语版:the Swan's Nest天鹅的巢BETWEEN the Baltic and the North Sea there liesan old swan's nest,wherein swans are born andhave been born that shall never die.In olden times a flock of swans flew over theAlps to the GREen plains around Milan, where it wasdelightful to dwell. This flight of swans men calledthe Lombards.Another flock, with shining plumage and honest eyes, soared southward to Byzantium;the swans established themselves there close by the Emperor's throne,and spread theirwings over him asshields to protect him. They received the name of Varangians.On the coast of France there sounded a cry of fear, for the blood-stained swans that camefrom the North with fire under their wings; and the people prayed,“Heaven deliver us fromthe wildNorthmen.”On the fresh sward of England stood the Danish swan by the open seashore,with thecrown of three kingdoms on his head; and he stretched out his golden sceptre over the land.The heathens onthe Pomerian coast bent the knee, and the Danish swans came with thebanner of the Cross and with the drawn sword.“That was in the very old times,” you say.In later days two mighty swans have been seen to fly from the nest. Alight shone farthrough the air, far over the lands of the earth; the swan,with the strong beating of hiswings, scatteredthe twilight mists, and the starry sky was seen, and it was as if it camenearer to the earth. That was the swan Tycho Brahe.“Yes, then,” you say; “but in our own days?”We have seen swan after swan soar by in glorious flight. One let hispinions glide over thestrings of the golden harp, and it resounded throughthe North. Norway's mountains seemedto risehigher in the sunlight of former days; there was a rustling among thepine trees andthe birches; the gods of the North, the heroes, and the noblewomen, showed themselvesin the dark forestdepths.We have seen a swan beat with his wings upon the marble crag, so that it burst, andthe forms of beauty imprisoned in the stone stepped out to thesunny day, and men in thelands round aboutlifted up their heads to behold these mighty forms.We have seen a third swan spinning the thread of thought that is fastened from country tocountry round the world, so that the word may fly withlightning speed from land to land.And our Lord loves the old swan's nest between the Baltic and the North Sea. And whenthe mighty birds come soaring through the air to destroy it,even the callow young standround in a circleon the margin of the nest, and though their breasts may be struck so thattheir blood flows, they bear it, and strike with their wings and their claws.Centuries will pass by, swans will fly forth from the nest, men will see them and hearthem in the world, before it shall be said in spirit and in truth,“This is the last swan—the lastsongfrom the swan's nest.”在波罗的海和北海之间有一个古老的天鹅窠。

安徒生丑小鸭的故事原文英文版

安徒生丑小鸭的故事原文英文版

安徒生丑小鸭的故事原文英文版The Ugly Duckling, written by Hans Christian Andersen, is one of the most popular and timeless children's stories in the world. First published in 1843, the story has been translated into numerous languages and adapted into various forms of media, such as puppet shows, cartoons, movies, and musicals.The story revolves around a little bird who is shunned by his family and the other creatures in the barnyard for being different from them. The Ugly Duckling, as he is called, is not like his siblings, who are yellow and fluffy. Instead, he is gray and awkward-looking, with a large head and a small body. He is also clumsy, slow, and weak, unable to keep up with the other birds and animals.As a result, the Ugly Duckling is mocked, teased, and abused by the other birds, such as geese and turkeys, and the farm animals, such as chickens and pigs. They call him ugly, worthless, and a burden to their society. They attack him, beat him, and chase him away whenever he tries to join them in their games or activities. The Ugly Duckling's only comfort is his mother, who loves him despite his appearance and shortcomings. She tells him that he is not ugly, but different, and that he will grow into a beautiful swan one day.One day, the Ugly Duckling decides to leave the barnyard and seek a new life for himself. He wanders through fields, forests, and lakes, encountering various creatures along the way. He meets a friendly family of ducks who take him in as one of their own, but he soon realizes that he does not fit in with them either. He struggles to swim, dive, and quack like them, and they mock him for being different from them. Nevertheless, the Ugly Duckling stays with the ducks for a while, hoping to find acceptance and happiness.Eventually, the Ugly Duckling sees a flock of beautiful swans swimming in a pond. He is mesmerized by their elegance, grace, and beauty. He wishes he could be like them, but he fears that they will reject him like everyone else has. He decides to approach them anyway, and to his surprise, they welcome him with open wings. They recognize him as one of their own, and they admire his beauty, which he has never seen before. They tell him that he is not a duck, but a swan, and that he has always been one. They invite him to join them and fly away to a new home, where he can live happily ever after.The Ugly Duckling is a classic tale of transformation,self-discovery, and acceptance. It teaches children and adults alike that beauty is not just skin-deep, but lies in the eye of the beholder. It also shows that everyone has the potential to grow and shine, no matter how insignificant or rejected they may feel. The Ugly Duckling is not just a story, but a timeless lesson that we can learn and apply in our own lives and relationships.。

《野天鹅》安徒生童话故事英文版

《野天鹅》安徒生童话故事英文版

《野天鹅》安徒生童话故事英文版《野天鹅》这个故事告诉我们遇到任何困难都不要退缩。

文中的艾丽莎用智慧、勇敢、坚强换来了她哥哥的自由,让我们坚信,在遇到困难时,只有坚持和智慧才能获得成功。

今天小编在这给大家整理了一些关于《野天鹅》英文版故事,我们一起来看看吧!《野天鹅》安徒生童话故事英文版Once upon a time, there was a king. He has eleven handsome sons and one beautiful daughter. The daughter’s name was Elise.One day, he called all his children together. Children, three years ago, your mother died. We all love her very much.But the kingdom needs a queen. I met a wonderful woman. I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She will be your new mother. Is she beautiful? Yes, she’s very beautiful. Is she smart? Yes, she’s very smart. Is she kind? Yes, she’s very kind.I’m sure she will love you all. Please help me make her happy. We will, father!The next week, the new queen came to the castle. She was very beautiful and very smart, but she was not kind at all. Husband, who are all these children? They are my sons and my daughter. Children, say hello to your new mother.Hello, pleased to meet you. I hate children. Keep them in their rooms.But, my dear, everyone loves my children. They can’t stay in their rooms all the time. Then keep them away from me. I never want to see them, especially the little girl. I hate little girls the most of all.Elise ran to her room. She was crying. She was so sad that the queen hated her. Soon her brothers came to see her. It’ s ok, Elise. Don’t cry. We love you.Why does the queen hate us so much? I don’t know. But we won’t let her hurt you. No, we won’t. John had an ideas. Tell father that you want to live in the country with aunt mina. She will take care of you. We can visit you on weekends, and you will be safe from the queen there. She scares us. We don’t like her. Thank you so much. I will do that.The next morning, Elise found the king. Father, may I ask you for a favor? I want to live with Aunt Mina in the country. Why do you want to do that? The queen doesn’t like me. If I stay, she will be angry all the time. If I go, maybe she will be happier here. I think you are right. I’m sorry to cause so much trouble for you. It’s alright, father. I like aunt mina. And my brothers will visit on weekends. I will be very happy there.That afternoon, Elise left the castle. Everyone was sad to see her go , except the queen. The queen smiled. That night, the queen called for the eleven brothers. Boys, I’m sorry. I was very mean to you when we first met. Let’s be friends. We thought you hated children.I hate children who are loud and run around. But you are polite and quiet. I think I will like you .Let’s have a picnic tomorrow. We will go to the lake to have lunch. We can talk and become friends. Ok. We will have lunch with you tomorrow. Thank you. That was very strange. Do you trust her? No, I don’t trust her. But we can’t say no to the queen. Let’s be careful tomorrow.Chapter 2The next day, the queen and the brothers went to the lake. It was a beautiful day. It was sunny, and the birds were singing in the trees. The lunch was delicious. These cookies are great. What are they? They are special cookies my family makes. They are called swan cakes.Swan cakes? Why do you call them swan cakes? Because anyone who eats them turns into a swan. What?! Oh, no! I’m not an ordinary queen. I’m a powerful witch, and I will turn you all into wild swans. Suddenly, the boys’ arms turned into wings. Their necks grew long and thin. Their noses became black beaks. And white feathers grew all over their bodies. Now fly away. Fly far, far away! The eleven swans flew away into the sky. The queen laughed and laughed. Then she hurried back to the king. She rubbed her eyes and pretended to cry. Oh, husband, it was terrible. Your sons and I had a picnic by the lake. Then they wanted to go swimming. I told them to wait. You should not swim right after you eat. But they didn’t listen. They all jumped into the lake, and they all drowned. It was so terrible. All my sons are drowned?All my strong, handsome sons? I can’t believe it. I tried to stop them. I’m so sorry. All my sons are dead. What will I do?The king was very sad, but the queen was very happy, for all the children were gone. Five years passed, and the king became very sick. He called for his servant. When my sons died, my heart broke. Now I think I am dying. Please bring my daughter, Elise. I want to see her before I die. Yes, my king. Elise returned to the castle. Now she was a beautiful young woman. When the queen saw her , she hated her even more. She had plan to get rid of her.Elise, welcome home. Your father missed you very much. But you are dirty from the road. You must take a bath. Thank you, stepmother. But I will only wash my face and hands. I want to see father soon. Here. This is walnut juice soap. Use it to clean up. Elise took the walnut juice soap and washed.The walnut juice made her skin dry and wrinkled. It put dark stains on her face and hands. But Elise did not know it. When her father saw her, he did not recognize her. Who are you?I want to see my daughter. It’s me, father. I’m Elise. You can’t trick me.My daughter is young and beautiful. You are ugly and wrinkled. Go away! I don’t want to see you. Elise was so sad. She ran away into the forest. Soon she came to the lake. She looked in the lake and saw her face. Oh, no! Now I know why father was so angry. I don’t look like me. Elise washed off the walnut juice in the lake. Soon, she looked young again, and all the stains were gone.Chapter 3She sat by the lake and thought about what to do next. Then she heard someone singing.She walked along the lake and saw an old woman picking berries and singing. Hello, ma’am. What are you doing here? Hello, miss. I am waiting for the swans to come. Swans? What swans? Every year, a flock of eleven swans comes to his lake. They are so beautiful, and they have golden crowns on their heads. They will come here soon. Oh, there they are!Eleven swans flew down to the lake. They were as white as new snow, and they had small, golden crowns on their heads. The biggest swan saw Elise on the lake shore. Then all the swans swam over to her and bowed their heads. It looks like they know you. But I don’t know them. This is very strange. I must go home. The sun is going down. Please wait with me, something is happening to the swans.The sun disappeared behind the mountain. Suddenly, the swans became eleven handsome princes. My brothers! You are alive! Yes, Elise. The queen put an evil spell on us. In the day, we are swans. At night , we are princes again.We come to this lake every year. We hoped to find you some day. Please take me with you.Don’t leave me with the queen. Let’s build a bit net. Then we can carry Elise with us. Old woman, please find our father, the king. Tell him that his sons are alive. Tell him to keep hoping. I will try to help them break the spell. I will. Good luck, miss. The brothers built a big net to carry Elise. When the morning came, they all turned into swans again. Elise got in the net.The swans picked her up and flew away with her. They flew for many hours. Finally, they came to a cave by a different lake. The swans landed in front of the cave.。

安徒生童话英文版短篇

安徒生童话英文版短篇

安徒生童话英文版短篇"The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian AndersenFar out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very deep. Farther still, where the sea becomes as blue as the bluest cornflower, and clear as the purest crystal, the Little Mermaid lived with her five sisters.The Little Mermaid loved to swim to the surface of the water and gaze at the world above. She had heard stories about the human world from her grandmother, who often spoke of it. The Little Mermaid longed to see the humans, their ships, and the land. Each time she swam up, she would hope to catch a glimpse of them, but she could never get close enough.One day, the Little Mermaid turned 15, and she was allowed to swim to the surface for the first time. As she emerged from the water, she saw a big ship sailing by. On the ship was the most handsome prince she had ever seen. A storm suddenly came, and the ship started sinking. The Little Mermaid quickly rescued the prince and brought him to the shore.As the prince regained consciousness, he saw the beautiful mermaid and believed that she had saved him. He thanked her and took her hand, but before he could say anything more, a group of people approached them. The Little Mermaid dove into the sea, disappearing from the prince's sight.Back in her underwater kingdom, the Little Mermaid couldn't forget about the prince. She longed to be with him, to walk and dance with him on land. She decided to visit the sea witch to find a way to become human. The sea witch offered her a potion that would give her legs but warned her that she would lose her voice in exchange.The Little Mermaid agreed and drank the potion. Instantly, she felt an excruciating pain as her tail turned into legs. She tried to speak but realized her voice was gone. However, the sea witch also told her that if the prince married someone else, she would turn into sea foam the next day.On land, the prince found the mute girl who had saved him intriguing. He didn't know she was the Little Mermaid, but he was drawn to her and decided to marry her. The Little Mermaid's heart broke, knowing now that she could never be with the prince.The wedding day arrived, and the Little Mermaid couldn't bear the thought of turning into sea foam. At the last moment, her sisters bargained with the sea witch, sacrificing their precious long hair in exchange for a knife. The Little Mermaid had to use the knife to stab the prince before dawn, causing his blood to sprinkle on her legs and turn them back into a tail.She couldn't do it. Instead, she threw herself into the sea, accepting her fate. Just as she was about to turn into sea foam, she felt a warm touch on her back. The sea king had taken pity on her and turned her into a spirit of the air.From that day forward, the Little Mermaid could travel and help humans in need. She watched over her beloved prince from afar, knowing that she had made the ultimate sacrifice for love.。

安徒生童话故事之《青蛙王子》英文完整版

安徒生童话故事之《青蛙王子》英文完整版

安徒⽣童话故事之《青蛙王⼦》英⽂完整版 记忆中的童话故事情节有的已经印象不深了,但⼈⼈都会知道童话的结局⼤都是美好的,世界上有坏⼈,也有好⼈,经过磨难,正义终究战胜邪恶,王⼦和公主最终都会幸福的⽣活在⼀起……下⾯就是⼩编给⼤家带来的《青蛙王⼦》英⽂版故事,希望能帮助到⼤家! 《The Frog Prince 青蛙王⼦》的故事 Many, many years ago, there lived a king. He had many beautiful daughters. And the youngest one was very lovely, and even the sun was surprised to see her when he shone on her face. Near the king's castle lay a dark, gloomy forest. In the middle of the forest there was a fountain. One day, the king' s daughter went into the forest when it was very hot. She sat down on the side of the cool fountain. Then she began to toss a golden ball in the air, and catch it. It was a most interesting game to her. Once, however, the king' s daughter failed to catch the golden ball. It fell on the ground, and rolled into the water. The princess followed it with her eyes, but soon it disappeared. The water was very deep and she could not see the bottom. Then she cried aloud, and began to weep. Soon she heard a voice. It said, "Why are you weeping, princess? Your tears can melt even the stones!" She looked around and saw a frog. He was stretching his thick ugly head out of the water. "Oh, there you are, old waterpaddler," she said. "I am crying for the loss of my golden ball. It has fallen into into the fountain." 很久很久以前,有⼀位国王,他有很多美丽的⼥⼉。

《白雪皇后》安徒生童话故事英文版

《白雪皇后》安徒生童话故事英文版

《⽩雪皇后》安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 安徒⽣童话故事有很多篇,有长的有短的,⼤家都知道,童话故事都是前⾯经过很多困难挫折,最后以美好的结局来结束这个童话故事的。

今天⼩编在这给⼤家整理了⼀些关于《⽩雪皇后》安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版,我们⼀起来看看吧! 《⽩雪皇后》 Once upon a time, a queen was doing needle work while staring outside her window at the beautiful snow. It was because of her distracted state that she pricked her finger on her needle and a drop of blood fell on some snow that had fallen on her windowstill. As she looked at the blood on the snow she said to herself, "Oh how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony". Soon after that, the queen gave birth to a baby girl who had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony. They named her Princess Snow White, but sadly, the queen died after giving birth to Snow White. Later, the king takes a new wife who is beautiful but very proud, and possesses evil powers. She also possesses a magic mirror, to whom she would often ask "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?", and to which the mirror would always reply, "You are". But soon after Snow White becomes seven (which is the official age that a girl becomes a maiden) when she asks her mirror, it responds, "Queen, you're the fairest where you are, but Snow White is more beautiful by far". The Queen is jealous, and orders a huntsman to take Snow White into the woods to be killed. She demands that the huntsman return with Snow White's lungs and liver as proof. The huntsman takes Snow White into the forest, but finds himself unable to kill the girl. Instead, he lets her go, and brings the queen the lungs and liver of a wild boar. (In the Disney movie, these are replaced by a heart.) Snow White discovers a tiny cottage in the forest, belonging to seven dwarfs, where she rests. Meanwhile, the Queen asks her mirror once again, "Who's the fairest of them all?", and is horrified when the mirror tells her that Snow White, who is alive and well and living with the dwarfs, is still the fairest of them all. Three times the Queen disguises herself and visits the dwarves' cottage where Snow White is staying to try to kill her. First, disguised as a peddler, the Queen offers colorful stay-laces and laces Snow White up so tight she faints and the Queen takes her for dead. Snow White is revived by the dwarves when they loosen the laces. Next the Queen dressed as a different old woman combs her hair with a poisoned comb. Snow White again collapses, and again the dwarves save her. Lastly the Queen makes a poison apple, and in the guise of a country woman offers it to Snow White. She is hesitant, so the Queen cuts the apple in half, eats the white part — which has no poison — and gives the poisoned red part to Snow White. She eats the apple eagerly and immediately falls into a deep, magical sleep. When the dwarfs find her, they cannot revive her; and so they mourn and place her in a glass coffin, thinking that she has died. (The Disney version only adopts the poison apple plot, and the queen meets her demise as she is chased by the dwarves.) Time passes, and a prince travels through the land and sees Snow White in her coffin. The prince is enchanted by her beauty and instantly falls in love with her. He begs the dwarfs to let him have the coffin. The prince and his men carry the coffin away, but as they go they stumble, the coffin jerks and the piece of poison apple flies out of Snow White's mouth, awakening her. The prince then declares his love and soon a wedding is planned. (In the Disney version, the cure for this deep sleep was love's first kiss. The Prince takes a revived Snow White away, and the film ends.) The vain Queen, still believing that Snow White is dead, again asks her mirror who is fairest in the land and yet again the mirror disappoints by responding that "You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But the young queen is a thousand times fairer than you". Not knowing that this new queen is indeed her stepdaughter, she arrives at the wedding, and her heart fills with the deepest of dread when she realizes the truth. As punishment for her wicked ways, a pair of heated iron shoes are brought forth with tongs and placed before the Queen. She is then forced to step into the red-hot shoes and dance until she falls down dead. 很久很久以前,某个国家的皇后在冬季⽣下了⼀个⼥孩,因此她被命名为⽩雪公主,皇后在⽣下公主不久后就过世了,国王另娶了⼀个美丽骄傲的⼥⼈当皇后。

安徒生讲故事英文版

安徒生讲故事英文版

安徒生讲故事英文版Once upon a time, in a small village nestled by the sea, there lived a renowned storyteller named Hans Christian Andersen. Andersen had a magical ability to captivate his audience with his enchanting tales, transporting them to faraway lands and unlocking the depths of their imagination.Every evening, children and adults alike would gather around the village square, eagerly awaiting Andersen's arrival. As the sun began to set, he would emerge with a twinkle in his eye and a worn leather book in his hand. The crowd would hush, their anticipation palpable.With a voice as melodious as a lark's song, Andersen would begin his storytelling journey. His tales would whisk his listeners away to fantastical realms, where brave princes rescued fair maidens from towering castles, and talking animals shared wisdom beyond measure.One of Andersen's most beloved stories was "The Little Mermaid." He would recount the tale of a young mermaid who yearned to explore the world above the water's surface. Her desire for a human soul and eternal love led her to make a fateful deal with a sea witch, sacrificing her voice in exchange for legs.As Andersen wove his words, his audience could almost feel the salty sea breeze and hear the crashing waves. They would hold their breath as the little mermaid faced trialsand tribulations, her determination and sacrificeultimately leading to a bittersweet ending.Another cherished tale Andersen shared was "The Ugly Duckling." This story touched the hearts of both young and old, as it spoke of the power of self-acceptance andfinding one's true identity. Andersen's words would paint vivid images of a lonely duckling, ridiculed and ostracized for being different. But through perseverance and resilience, the ugly duckling transformed into a graceful swan, finding his rightful place in the world.Andersen's stories were not merely entertainment; they carried profound messages of hope, love, and the triumph of the human spirit. His storytelling transcended boundaries, reaching the hearts of people from all walks of life. His tales reminded his listeners that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of light waiting to be discovered.As the final words of each story left Andersen's lips, the crowd would erupt into applause, their hearts overflowing with gratitude. They would carry the magic of his storytelling with them, cherishing the lessons learned and passing on the tales to future generations.Hans Christian Andersen, the master storyteller, left an indelible mark on the world with his enchanting narratives. His legacy lives on, reminding us all of the power of imagination, the beauty of storytelling, and the transformative impact of a well-told tale.。

安徒生动画故事英语作文

安徒生动画故事英语作文

安徒生动画故事英语作文Once upon a time, there was a little mermaid who lived under the sea. She had long, flowing hair and a beautiful voice that could enchant anyone who heard it.One day, the little mermaid saved a prince fromdrowning in a shipwreck. She fell in love with him and longed to be with him on land. So she made a deal with the sea witch to exchange her voice for a pair of legs.When the prince saw the little mermaid, he wascaptivated by her beauty. But without her voice, shecouldn't tell him how she felt. Despite this, they spent many happy days together, dancing and laughing on the shore.However, the little mermaid soon discovered that the prince was in love with another princess. Heartbroken, she had to make a choice between saving herself or sacrificing her own happiness for the prince's.In the end, the little mermaid chose to save the prince and let him go. As she watched him marry the princess, she felt a deep sadness but also a sense of peace knowing that she had done the right thing.And so, the little mermaid returned to the sea, where she became a guardian of the ocean, her sacrifice forever remembered in the hearts of those who knew her story.。

20XX年短篇安徒生童话故事英文版

20XX年短篇安徒生童话故事英文版

20XX年短篇安徒生童话故事英文版短篇安徒生童话故事英文版the Old Grave-Stone老墓碑IN a house,with a large courtyard,in aprovincial town,at that time of the year in whichpeople say the evenings are growing longer,afamily circle were gathered together at their oldhome. A lamp burned on the table,although theweather was mild and warm,and the long curtainshung down before the open windows,and withoutthe moon shone brightly in the dark-blue sky.But they were not talking of the moon,but of a large,old stone that lay below in thecourtyard not very far from the kitchen door. The maids often laid the clean copper saucepansand kitchen vessels on this stone,that they might dry in the sun,and the children werefond of playing on it. It was,in fact,an old grave-stone.“Yes,” said the master of the house,“I believe the stone c ame from the graveyard of theold church of the convent which was pulled down,and the pulpit,the monuments,and thegrave-stones sold. My father bought the latter; most of them were cut in two and used forpaving-stones,but that one stone was preserved whole,and laid in the courtyard.”“Any one can see that it is a grave-stone,” said the eldest of thechildren; “therepresentation of an hour-glass and part of the figure of an angel can still be traced,but theinscription beneath is quite worn out,excepting the name 'Preben,' and a large 'S' close byit,and a little farther down the name of 'Martha' can be easily read. But nothing more,andeven that cannot be seen unless it has been raining,or when we have washed the stone.”“Dear me! how singular. Why that must be the grave-stone of Preben Schwane and hiswife.”the old man who said this looked old enough to be the grandfatherof all present in theroom.“Yes,” he continued,“these people were among the last who were buried in thechurchyard of the old convent. They were a very worthy old couple,I can remember them wellin the days of my boyhood. Every one knew them,and they were esteemed by all. They werethe oldest residents in the town,and people said they possessed a ton of gold,yet theywere always very plainly dressed,in the coarsest stuff,but with linen of the purestwhiteness. Preben and Martha were a fine old couple,and when they both sat on the bench,at the top of the steep stone steps,in front of their house,with the branches of the linden-tree waving above them,and nodded in a gentle,friendly way to passers by,it really madeone feel quite happy. They were very good to the poor; they fed them and clothed them,andin their benevolence there wasjudgment as well as true Christianity. The old woman diedfirst; that day is still quite vividly before my eyes. I was a little boy,and had accompanied myfather to the old man's house. Martha had fallen into the sleep of death just as we arrivedthere. The corpse lay in a bedroom,near to the one in which we sat,and the old man was inGREat distress and weeping like a child. He spoke to my father,and to a few neighbors whowere there,of how lonely he should feel now she was gone,and how good and true she,hisdead wife,had been during the number of years that they had passed through life together,and how they had become acquainted,and learnt to love each other. I was,as I have said,a boy,and only stood by and listened to what the others said; but it filled me with a strangeemotion to listen to the old man,and to watch how the color rose in his cheeks as he spokeof the days of their courtship,of how beautiful she was,and how many little tricks he hadbeen guilty of,that he might meet her. And then he talked of his wedding-day; and his eyesbrightened,and he seemed to be carried back,by his words,to that joyful time. And yetthere she was,lying in the next room,dead—an old woman,and he was an old man,speaking of the days of hope,long passed away. Ah,well,so it is; then I was but a child,and now I am old,as old as Preben Schwane then was. Time passes away,and all thingschanged. I can remember quite well the day on which she was buried,and how Old Prebenwalked close behind the coffin.“A few years before this time the old couple had had their grave-stone prepared,with aninscription and their names,but not the date. In the evening the stone was taken to thechurchyard,and laid on the grave. A year later it was taken up,that Old Preben might be laidby the side of his wife. They did not leave behind them wealth,they left behind them far lessthan people had believed they possessed; what there was went to families distantly related tothem,of whom,till then,no one had ever heard. The old house,with its balcony ofwickerwork,and the bench at the top of the high steps,under the lime-tree,wasconsidered,by the road-inspectors,too old and rotten to be left standing. Afterwards,when the same fate befell the convent church,and the graveyard was destroyed,the grave-stone of Preben and Martha,like everything else,was sold to whoever would buy it. And so ithappened that this stone was not cut in two as many others had been,but now lies in thecourtyard below,a scouring block for the maids,and a playground for the children. Thepaved street now passes over the resting place of Old Preben and his wife; no one thinks ofthem any more now.”And the old man who had spoken of all this shook his head mournfully,and said,“Forgotten! Ah,yes,everything will be forgotten!” And then the conversation turned onother matters.But the youngest child in the room,a boy,with large,earnesteyes,mounted upon achair behind the window curtains,and looked out into the yard,where the moon was pouringa flood of light on the old gravestone,—the stone that had always appeared to him so dull andflat,but which lay there now like a GREat leaf out of a book of history. All that the boy hadheard of Old Preben and his wife seemed clearly defined on the stone,and as he gazed on it,and glanced at the clear,bright moon shining in the pure air,it was as if the light ofGod'scountenance beamed over His beautiful world.“Forgotten! Everything will be forgotten!” still echoed through the room,and in thesame moment an invisible spirit whispered to the heart of the boy,“Preserve carefully theseed that has been entrusted to thee,that it may grow and thrive. Guard it well. Throughthee,my child,shall the obliterated inscription on the old,weather-beaten grave-stone goforth to future generations in clear,golden characters. The old pair shall again wanderthrough the streets arm-in-arm,or sit with their fresh,healthy cheeks on the bench underthe lime-tree,and smile and nod at rich and poor. The seed of this hour shall ripen in thecourse of years into a beautiful poem. The beautiful and the good are never forgotten,theylive always in story or in song.”在一个小乡镇里,有一个人自己拥有一幢房子。

2023年安徒生童话故事第15篇:飞箱The Flying Trunk整理

2023年安徒生童话故事第15篇:飞箱The Flying Trunk整理

让知识带有温度。

2023年安徒生童话故事第15篇:飞箱The FlyingTrunk整理"Certainly,' said the king, "thou shalt have our daughter.' The king said thou to him because he was going to be one of the family. The wedding-day was fixed, and, on the evening before, the whole city was illuminated. Cakes and sweetmeats were thrown among the people. The street boys stood on tiptoe and shouted "hurrah,' and whistled between their fingers; altogether it was a very splendid affair."I will give them another treat,' said the merchants son. So he went and bought rockets and crackers, and all sorts of fire-works that could be thought of, packed them in his trunk, and flew up with it into the air. What a whizzing and popping they made as they went off! The Turks, when they saw such a sight in the air, jumped so high that their slippers flew about their ears. It was easy to believe after this that the princess was really going to marry a Turkish angel.As soon as the merchants son had come down in his flying trunk to the wood after the fireworks, he thought, "I will go back into the town now, and hear what they think of the entertainment.' It was very natural that he should wish to know. And what strange things people did say, to be sure! every one whom he questioned had a different tale to tell, though they all thought it very beautiful." I saw the Turkish angel myself,' said one; "he had eyes like glittering stars, and a head like foaming water.'"He flew in a mantle of fire,' cried another, "and lovely little cherubs第1页/共2页千里之行,始于足下。

安徒生童话故事之《小红帽和大灰狼》英文版

安徒生童话故事之《小红帽和大灰狼》英文版

安徒生童话故事之《小红帽和大灰狼》英文版《小红帽和大灰狼》这个故事告诉我们不要轻易地去相信别人,或许一时间傻傻的去相信一个认识不久的人最后会受到伤害,正所谓“害人不可有,防人之心不可无”。

今天小编在这给大家整理了一些关于《小红帽和大灰狼》故事英文版,我们一起来看看吧!《小红帽和大灰狼》故事英文版Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her parents in a cottage on the edge of the forest. Her father was a woodcutter. He worked all day long in the forest, chopping down trees with his huge axe.Right in the middle of the forest was another cottage. It belonged to the little girl's grandmother.The kind old lady loved her granddaughter very much, and one day decided to make her a present. It was a red cloak with a red hood to match.The cloak looked so nice that the little girl wore it all the time. And that is why everybody called her Red Riding Hood.One day Grandmother fell ill, so Red Riding Hood's mother baked her a cake and made her some fresh butter, just to make her feel better."Red Riding Hood," called her mother. "Take this cake and butter to Grandmother's cottage, a visit from you will cheer her up!"So Red Riding Hood picked up the basket, waved goodbye to her mother and went off down the path.She hadn't gone very far when she met a wolf. He trotted up, pretending to be friendly. "Good morning, Red Riding Hood. What have you got in your basket today?""I have some fresh butter and a cake," replied the little girl."They are for my grandmother, who lives in the middle of the forest. She is ill and needs cheering up."The wolf licked his lips. "How I would love to gobble up this little girl. But is I am clever, I can eat her grandmother as well," he sniggered."Red Riding Hood," said the wolf slyly. "We will both go to visit your grandmother and cheer her up. I'll race you there!"Then the clever wolf said to Red Riding Hood, "You follow this path and I will find another one. Then we'll see who reaches Grandmother's cottage first."No sooner was Red Riding Hood out of sight, than the wolf ran off at top speed.As for Red Riding Hood, she wandered slowly along the path picking flowers and wild strawberries for her grandmother. She had forgotten all about the race.The wicked wolf knew every secret path and short cut in the forest. He ran so fast, the animals and birds didn't even notice him.Quietly he crept round a clearing in the trees where the woodcutter was chopping wood. On and on he raced until he came to the middle of the forest.The wolf reached Grandmother's cottage in next to no time. He ran up the path and knocked on the door."Who is that?" cried Grandmother from her bed."It is Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, in his softest voice."Lift the latch and come right in," the old lady called, "the door isn't locked, my dear."The wolf bounded in and gobbled poor Grandmother whole!"That was delicious," sighed the wicked wolf, smacking his lips. "Now for Red Riding Hood!"The wolf looked around the bedroom. He found one of Grandmother's spare nightdresses and her nightcap, so he put them on as fast as he could.Then the wolf jumped into bed and waited for Red Riding Hood.At last the little girl reached the cottage door and tapped very gently. "Who it it?" asked the wolf, trying to sound like Grandmother."It's Red Riding Hood and I've bought you some cake and fresh butter."The wolf grinned. "Lift the latch and walk right in," he croaked. So Red Riding Hood opened the door and came inside."You sound very strange," called Red Riding Hood."I have a cold my dear!" the wolf replied. "Come here so that I can see you."Little Red Riding Hood was shocked when she saw her grandmother. "Why Grandmother, what strong arms you have!" she said."All the better to hug you with!" replied the wolf."Why Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" said Red Riding Hood staring at him."All the better to see you with!" the wolf grinned."Why Grandmother, what big teeth you have!""All the better to EAT you with!" snarled the wolf.And with that, he threw back the bedclothes and leapt out of bed. Poor Red Riding Hood screamed at the top of her voice as the wolf tried to grab her and gobble her up. She escaped from the bedroom and dashed out of the house, the hungry wolf close behind!Now Red Riding Hood's father was chopping wood nearbyand he heard the little girl's screams.He grabbed his huge axe and ran towards the cottage. He saw the wolf chasing Red Riding Hood and guessed what had happened. The brave woodcutter raised his axe and chopped the wolf in two with one blow. The wolf fell dead and Red Riding Hood was saved.The frightened little girl ran to her father and kissed and hugged him.But what a surprise they got when they turned round ... there stood Grandmother safe and sound! Because the woodcutter had chopped the wolf in two, Grandmother was able to climb out quite unharmed.So all three went back inside the cottage. They unpacked the basket Red Riding Hood had brought and ate the delicious cake.Little Red Riding Hood never again went walking in Th. forest alone, and Grandmother took great care to lock her cottage door.。

安徒生童话故事第35篇:红鞋TheRedShoes

安徒生童话故事第35篇:红鞋TheRedShoes

安徒生童话故事第35篇:红鞋TheRedShoes安徒生童话故事第35篇:红鞋The Red Shoes引导语:安徒生是著名的童话作家,下面是小编收集的他的童话故事红鞋,欢迎大家阅读!从前有一个小女孩——一个非常可爱的、漂亮的小女孩。

不过她夏天得打着一双赤脚走路,因为她很贫穷。

冬天她拖着一双沉重的木鞋,脚背都给磨红了,这是很不好受的。

在村子的正中央住着一个年老的女鞋匠。

她用旧红布匹,坐下来尽她最大的努力缝出了一双小鞋。

这双鞋的样子相当笨,但是她的用意很好,因为这双鞋是为这个小女孩缝的。

这个小姑娘名叫珈伦。

在她的妈妈入葬的那天,她得到了这双红鞋。

这是她第一次穿。

的确,这不是服丧时穿的东西;但是她却没有别的鞋子穿。

所以她就把一双小赤脚伸进去,跟在一个简陋的棺材后面走。

这时候忽然有一辆很大的旧车子开过来了。

车子里坐着一位年老的太太。

她看到了这位小姑娘,非常可怜她,于是就对牧师①说:“把这小姑娘交给我吧,我会待她很好的!”珈伦以为这是因为她那双红鞋的缘故。

不过老太太说红鞋很讨厌,所以把这双鞋烧掉了。

不过现在珈伦却穿起干净整齐的衣服来。

她学着读书和做针线,别人都说她很可爱。

不过她的镜子说:“你不但可爱;你简直是美丽。

”有一次皇后旅行全国;她带着她的小女儿一道,而这就是一个公主。

老百姓都拥到宫殿门口来看,珈伦也在他们中间。

那位小公主穿着美丽的白衣服,站在窗子里面,让大家来看她。

她既没有拖着后裾,也没有戴上金王冠,但是她穿着一双华丽的红鞣皮鞋。

比起那个女鞋匠为小珈伦做的那双鞋来,这双鞋当然是漂亮得多。

世界上没有什么东西能跟红鞋比较!现在珈伦已经很大,可以受坚信礼了。

她将会有新衣服穿;她也会穿到新鞋子。

城里一个富有的鞋匠把她的小脚量了一下——这件事是在他自己店里、在他自己的一个小房间里做的。

那儿有许多大玻璃架子,里面陈列着许多整齐的鞋子和擦得发亮的靴子。

这全都很漂亮,不过那位老太太的眼睛看不清楚,所以不感到兴趣。

安徒生英语童话故事

安徒生英语童话故事

安徒生英语童话故事:在养鸭场里A duck arrived from Portugal. Some people said she came from Spain, but that doesn't really matter. She was called the Portuguese; she laid eggs, and was killed and dressed and cooked; that'sthe story of her life. But all the ducklings that were hatched from her eggs were also called Portuguese, and there's some distinction in that. At last there was only one left of her wholefamily in the duck yard - a yard to which the hens also had access, and where the cock strutted about with endless arrogance."His loud crowing annoys me," said the Portuguese Duck. "But there's no denying he's a handsome bird, even if he isn't a drake. Of course, he should moderate his voice, but that's an art thatcomes from higher education, such as the little songbirds over in our neighbours lime trees have. How sweetly they sing; There's something so touching over their melodies; I call it Portugal.If I only had a little songbird like that I'd be a kind and good mother to him, for that's in my blood - my Portuguese blood!"While she was speaking, suddenly a little songbird fell head over heels from the roof into the yard. The cat had been chasing him, but the bird escaped with a broken wing and fell down intothe duck yard."That's just like the cat, that monster!" said the Portuguese Duck. "I remember his tricks from when I had ducklings of my own. That such a creature should be permitted to live and roam abouton the roofs! I'm sure such things could not happen in Portugal!"She pitied the little Songbird, and even the other ducks who weren't Portuguese felt pity for him, too."Poor little fellow," they said, and then one after another came up to look at him. "Of course, we can't sing," they said, "but we have an inner understanding of song, or something like that.We can feel it, even if we don't talk about it.""Then I will talk about it," said the Portuguese. "And I'll do something for this little fellow; it's only my duty." And then she stepped into thewater trough and thrashed her wings aboutthe water so vigorously that the little Songbird was almost drowned by the shower he got, but he knew the Duck meant well. "There, that's a good deed," she said. "The others may observe it andprofit by my example.""Peep!" said the little Bird; one of his wings was broken, and he was finding it difficult to shake himself, but he quite understood that the bath was meant kindly. "You're very kindhearted,madam," he said, hoping she wouldn't give him another shower."I never thought much about my heart," said the Portuguese. "But I know this much - I love all my fellow creatures except the cat; nobody could expect me to love him, for he ate up two of myducklings. Now make yourself at home, for you can be quite comfortable here. I myself am a foreigner, as you can tell from my bearing and my feather dress. My drake is a native of this country;he doesn't have my blood, but still I'm not proud. If anyone in this yard can understand you, I may safely say it is I.""Her beak is full of portulaca," said a common little Duck, who was considered very witty. All the other common ducks decided the word portulaca was very funny, for it sounded like Portugal.They poked each other and said, "Quack!" He was really so witty! And now all the other ducks began to pay attention to the little Songbird."The Portuguese certainly has a great command of language," they said. "For our part, we haven't room in our beaks for such big words, but we have just as much sympathy, anyway. Even if wedon't actually do anything for you, at least we will go about quietly with you; and that we think is the nicest thing we can do.""You have a lovely voice," said one of the older Ducks. "It must be a great satisfaction to you to give so many as much pleasure as you do. I don't really understand singing, so I keep mybeak shut; that's better than chattering nonsense to you the way the others do.""Don't bother him," said the Portuguese. "He needs rest and care. Mylittle Songbird, do you want me to give you another shower bath?""Oh, no, please let me stay dry!" he begged."The water cure is the only that does me any good when I'm sick," said the Portuguese. "But amusement helps, too. The neighboring hens will soon be coming to visit us; there are two Chinesehens among them. They wear breeches, are well educated, and have been imported, so they stand higher than the others in my esteem."And the hens came, and the Cock came with them; today he was polite enough not to be rude."You're a true songbird," he said, "and you do all you possibly can with such a small voice as yours. But you should have a little steam power, so everyone would hear that you are a male."The two Chinese were enraptured at the appearance of the Songbird. He was still very much rumpled up after his bath, so he looked to them like a little China chicken."He's charming!" they cried, and then engaged themselves in conversation with him; they talked in whispers and with a p-sound, in elegant Chinese. "We belong to your race."The Ducks, even the Portuguese one, are swimming birds, as you must have noticed. You don't know us yet; not very many people take the trouble to know us - not even any of the hens, thoughwe were born to occupy a higher perch than most of the others. But that doesn't bother us; we go our way quietly among the others, whose ideals are quite different from ours. We look only atthe bright side of things, and mention only what's good, though it's sometimes difficult to find something like that when there isn't anything. Besides us two and the Cock, there is no one inthe whole hen yard who is talented. And honesty does not exist among the inhabitants of this duck yard."We warn you, little Songbird, don't trust that one over there with the short feathers in her tail - she's tricky. The spotted one there, with the crooked stripes on her wings, is alwayslooking for an argument and won't let anybody have the last word, though she's always in the wrong. The fat Duck over there never has a good thing to say about anybody, and that is contrary toour nature; if we haven't something good to say, we keep our beaks shut. The Portuguese is the only one who has a little education and whom one canassociate with, but she's hot-tempered andtalks too much about Portugal.""How those two Chinese are always whispering!" said one of the Ducks. "They annoy me; I have never spoken to them."Now the Drake came up; and he thought the little Songbird was a sparrow."Well, I don't see any difference," he said. "It's all the same, anyway. He's just a plaything, and if you have one, why, you have one.""Don't pay any attention to what he says," the Portuguese whispered. "Heis a very respectable businessman, and with him business always comes first. But now I'm going to lie down for a rest.You owe that to yourself, so you'll be nice and fat when the time comes to be embalmed with apples and plums."And then she lay down in the sun and blinked one eye; she lay so comfortably and felt so well, and so she slept very comfortably.The little Songbird busied himself with his broken wing, but finally he too lay down, pressed close beside his patroness; the sun was bright and warm; it was a good place to be.The neighbor's hens scurried about, scratching up the earth, for, to tell the truth, they had come visiting solely for the sake of getting something to eat. The Chinese were the first toleave the duck yard, and the other hens soon followed them.The witty little Duck was talking about the Portuguese and said the old lady was on the brink of "Duckdom's dotage." At this the other Ducks chuckled. "Duckdom's dotage!" they cackled."That's unusually witty!" Then they repeated the other joke about portulaca - that was very amusing to them - and then they lay down.They had been sleeping for some time when suddenly some food was thrown in for them. It landed with such a thump that the whole flock started up from sleep and flapped their wings. ThePortuguese woke up, too, and rolled over on the other side, squeezing the little Songbird very hard as she did so."Peep!" he said. "You stepped so hard on me, madam.""Well, why do you lie in the way?" she said. "You mustn't be so touchy. I have nerves, too, but I have never yet said, 'Peep!' ""Please don't be angry," said the little Bird. "The 'Peep' slipped off my beak before I knew it."The Portuguese didn't listen to him, but began gobbling as fast as she could, until she had made a good meal. When she had finished, she lay down again, and the little Bird came up and triedto please her by singing:Tillee-lilly-lee,Of your heart with gleeI shall sing with loveWhen I fly above!"I need to rest after my meal," said the Portuguese. "While you're hereyou must follow the house rules. I want to take a nap now."The little Songbird was quite bewildered, for he had only tried to please her. When she awoke later he stood before her with a grain of corn he hadfound and laid it in front of her; but asshe hadn't slept well she was in a very bad humor."You can give that to a chicken!" she said. "And don't stand and hang over me!""Why are you angry with me?" he asked. "What have I done?""Done?" said the Portuguese. "Your manner of expression isn't very refined;I must call your attention to that.""Yesterday it was all sunshine here," said the little Bird. "But todayit's dark and cloudy. It makes me very sad.""You don't know much about weather, I guess," said the Portuguese. "Theday isn't over yet. Don't just stand there looking stupid.""But you're looking at me just as those two wicked eyes did when I fellinto the yard!""Impudent!" said the Portuguese. "Comparing me with the cat - a beast of prey! There's not a drop of wicked blood in me! I've stood up for you, andI'll have to teach you good manners." Andwith that she bit off the Songbird's head, and he lay there dead."Now what does this mean?" she said. "Couldn't he even stand that? Then he certainly wasn't intended for this world. I know I've been like a mother to him, because I have such a good heart."And then the neighbor's Cock stuck his head into the yard and crowed likea steam engine."Your crowing will kill me!" she cried. "It's all your fault! He's losthis head, and I've nearly lost mine.""There isn't much left of him," said the Cock."You speak of him with respect," said the Portuguese, "because he had a voice and a fine education. He was tender and soft, and that's as good in animals as in so-called human beings."And all the Ducks gathered around the little dead Songbird. Ducks have strong passions, whether they feel envy or pity, and since there was no one here to envy, they all felt pity, and so dideven the two Chinese hens."We'll never find such a songbird again; he was almost a Chinese," andthey both wept with a great clucking noise. All the other chickens clucked, too, but the Ducks walked around with thereddest eyes."We have hearts," they said. "Nobody can deny that.""Hearts!" said the Portuguese. "Yes, that we have; they're almost astender as in Portugal.""Let us now think about getting something in our stomachs," said the Drake. "That's the most important thing. If one of our playthings is broken, why, we have plenty more of them!":蝴蝶The butterfly wanted a sweetheart, and naturally he wanted one of the prettiest of the dear little flowers. He looked at each of them; there theyall sat on their stalks as quiet and modestas little maidens ought to sit before they are engaged; but there were so many to choose from that it would be quite difficult to decide. So the Butterfly flew down to the Daisy, whom theFrench call "Marguerite." They know she can tell fortunes. This is the way it's done: the lovers pluck off the little petals one by one, asking questions about each other, "Does he love me fromthe heart? A little? A lot? Or loves he not at all?" - or something like that; everyone asks in his own language. So the Butterfly also came to ask, but he wouldn't bite off the leaves; insteadhe kissed each one in turn, thinking that kindness is the best policy."Sweet Miss Marguerite Daisy," he said, "you're the wisest woman of all the flowers - you can tell fortunes! Tell me, should I choose this one or that one? Which one am I to have? When youhave told me, I can fly straight to her and propose."But Marguerite answered not a word. She resented his calling her "a woman," for she was unmarried and quite young. He put his question a second time, and then a third time, and when he stillget a word out of her he gave up and flew away to begin his wooing.It was early spring; the snowdrops and crocuses were growing in abundance. "They're really very charming," said the Butterfly. "Neat little schoolgirls, but a bit too sweet." For, like allvery young men, he preferred older girls. So he flew to the anemones, but they were a bit too bitter for his taste. The violets were a little too sentimental, the tulips much too gay. Thelilies too middle class, the linden blossoms too small, and, besides, there were too many in their family. He admitted the apple blossoms lookedlike roses, but if they opened one day and thewind blew they fell to pieces the very next; surely such a marriage would be far too brief. He liked the sweet pea best of all; she was red and white, dainty and delicate, and belonged to thatclass of domestic girl who is pretty yet useful in the kitchen. He was about to propose to her when he noticed a pea pod hanging near by, with a withered flower clinging to it. "Who's that?" heasked."It's my sister," said the pea flower."Oh, so that's how you'll look later on!" This frightened the Butterfly, and away he flew.Honeysuckles hung over the hedges; there were plenty of those girls, long-faced and with yellow complexions. No, he didn't like that kind at all. Yes,but what did he like? You ask him!Spring passed and summer passed; then autumn came, and he was still no nearer making up his mind. Now the flowers wore beautiful, colorful dresses,but what good did that do? The fresh,fragrant youth had passed, and it is fragrance the heart needs as one grows older; and of course dahlias and hollysocks have no particular fragrance. So the Butterfly went to see the mint."It's not exactly a flower - or rather it's all flower, fragrant from root to top, with sweet scent in every leaf. Yes, she's the one I want!" So at last he proposed to her.But the mint stood stiff and silent, and at last said, "Friendship, if you like, but nothing else. I'm old, and you're old, too. It would be all right to live for each other, but marriage -no! Don't let's make fools of ourselves in our old age!"And so the Butterfly did not find a sweetheart at all. He had hesitatedtoo long, and one shouldn't do that! The Butterfly became an old bachelor, as we call it.Now it was a windy and wet late autumn; the wind blew cold down the backsof the poor trembling old willows. And that made them creak all over. When the weather is like that it isn't pleasantto fly about in summer clothing, outside. But the Butterfly was notflying out-of-doors; he had happened to fly into a room where there was a fire in the stove and the air was as warm assummer. Here he could at least keep alive. "But just to keep alive isn't enough," he said. "To live you must have sunshine and freedom and a little flower to love!"And he flew against the windowpane, was noticed by people, admired, andset on a needle to be stored in a butterfly collection. This was the most they could do for him."Now I'm sitting on a stalk, just like the flowers," said the Butterfly. "It isn't very much fun; it's just like being married, you're bound up so tightly!" He comforted himself with thisreflection."A poor consolation, after all," said the pot plants in the room."But you can't take the opinion of pot plants," thought the Butterfly. "They converse too much with human beings!"结束语:安徒生运用童话的形式诉说着他的爱、他对世事的洞察以及对生命的追问,他填补了全世界孩子童年的梦境,向他们传递了现实世界的真善美,以上的安徒生经典童话故事希望大家喜欢!经典安徒生英语童话感谢您的阅读,祝您生活愉快。

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安徒生童话故事,英语听力篇一:安徒生童话故事全集目录安徒生童话故事全集汉斯·克里斯蒂安·安徒生(Hans Christian Andersen,1805年4月2日-1875年8月4日)丹麦作家,人,因为他的童话故事而世界闻名。

他最著名的童话故事有《小锡兵》、《冰雪女王》、《拇指姑娘》、《卖火柴的小女孩》、《丑小鸭》和《红鞋》等。

其创作的童话被称为“安徒生童话”。

又名《安徒生集》。

可分早、中、晚三个时期。

早期童话多充满绮丽的幻想、乐观的精神,代表作有《打火匣》、《小意达的花儿》、《拇指姑娘》、《海的女儿》、《野天鹅》、《丑小鸭》等。

中期童话,幻想成分减弱,现实成分相对增强。

代表作有《卖火柴的小女孩》、《白雪皇后》、《影子》、《一滴水》、《母亲的故事》、《演木偶戏的人》等。

晚期童话比中期更加面对现实,着力描写底层民众的悲苦命运,作品基调低沉。

代表作有《柳树下的梦》、《她是一个废物》、《单身汉的睡帽》、《幸运的贝儿》等。

早期 001 打火匣 002 皇帝的新装 003飞箱 004 丑小鸭 005 没有画的画册 006跳高者 007 红鞋 008 衬衫领子 009 一个豆荚里的五粒豆 010 一个贵族和他的女儿们 011 守塔人奥列 012 蝴蝶013 贝脱、比脱和比尔 014 烂布片 015 织补针 016 拇指姑娘 017 跳蚤和教授018 区别 019 一本不说话的书 020 夏日痴 021 笔和墨水壶 022 风车 023 瓦尔都窗前的一瞥 024 甲虫 025 幸福的家庭 026 完全是真的 027 蓟的遭遇028新世纪的女神 029 各得其所 030 一星期的日子 031 钱猪 032 在辽远的海极 033 荷马墓上的一朵玫瑰 034 野天鹅 035 母亲的故事 036 犹太女子037 牙痛姑妈 038 金黄的宝贝 039 民歌的鸟儿 040 接骨木树妈妈 041 沙丘的故事 042 小克劳斯和大克劳斯 043 迁居的日子 044 鬼火进城了 045 幸运的套鞋 046 鹳鸟 047 枞树 048 香肠栓熬的汤 049 牧羊女和扫烟囱的人 050 天上落下来的一片叶子051 恶毒的王子 052 演木偶戏的人 053 舞吧,舞吧,我的玩偶054 安妮·莉斯贝 055 素琪 056 藏着并不等于遗忘 057 谁是最幸运的 058 钟声 059 顽皮的孩子 060 识字课本 061 老约翰妮讲的故事 062 老墓碑 063 姑妈 064 墓里的孩子 065 老路灯 066 老头子做事总不会错 067 老房子 068 天鹅的窠 069 创造 070 冰姑娘 071 小鬼和小商人 072 阳光的故事073 依卜和小克丽斯玎 074 梦神 075 老上帝还没有灭亡 076 园丁和他的贵族主人 077 书法家 078 茶壶 079 小小的绿东西 080 一点成绩 081 天国花园082 最难使人相信的事情 083 一枚银毫 084 肉肠签子汤 085 光棍汉的睡帽086 做出点样子来 087 老橡树的最后一梦 088 字母读本 089 沼泽王的女儿090 跑得飞快的东西 091 钟渊 092 狠毒的王子 093 多伊和他的女儿们 094 踩面包的姑娘 095 守塔人奥勒 096 安妮·莉丝贝特 097 孩子话 098 一串珍珠 099 墨水笔和墨水瓶 100 墓中的孩子 101 家养公鸡和风信公鸡 102 沙冈那边的一段故事 103 演木偶戏的人 104 两兄弟 105 教堂古钟 106 搭邮车来的十二位 107 屎壳郎 108 老爹做的事总是对的 109 雪人 110 在鸭场里 111 新世纪的缪斯 112 冰姑娘 113 蝴蝶 114 普赛克 115 蜗牛和玫瑰树 116 害人鬼进城了 117 风磨 118 银毫子 119 伯尔厄隆的主教和他的亲眷120 在幼儿室里 121 金宝贝 122 狂风吹跑了招牌 123 茶壶 124 民歌的鸟 125 绿色的小东西 126 小精灵和太太 127 贝得、彼得和皮尔 128 隐存着并不就是被忘却129 看门人的儿子 130 搬迁日 131 谎报夏 132 姨妈 133 癞蛤蟆 134 教父的画册 135 碎布块 136 汶岛和格棱岛 137 谁最幸福 138 树精 139 看鸡人格瑞得的一家 140 蓟的经历 141 你能琢磨出什么 142 好运气在一根签子里 143 彗星 144 一个星期的每一天 145 阳光的故事 146 曾祖父 147 烛 148 最难令人相信的事后期 149 一家人都怎样说 150 跳吧,舞吧,我的小宝宝 151 大海蟒 152 园丁和主人 153 跳蚤和教授 154 老约翰妮讲了些什么 155 大门钥匙156 跛脚的孩子 157 牙痛姨妈 158 最后的一天 159 亚麻160 “真可爱” 161 海的女儿 162 邻居们 163 夜莺 164 小意达的花儿 165 她是一个废物篇二:安徒生童话英语故事Lesson7THE LEAP-FROG THE LEAP-FROG A Flea, a Grasshopper, and a Leap-frog once wanted to see which could jump highest; and they invited the whole world, and everybody else besides who chose to come to see the festival. Three famous jumpers were they, as everyone would say, when they all met together in the room. I will give my daughter to him who jumps highest, exclaimed the King; for it is not so amusing where there is no prize to jump for. The Flea was the first to step forward. He had exquisite manners, and bowed to the company on all sides; for he had noble blood, and was, moreover, accustomed to the society of man alone; and that makes a great difference. Then came the Grasshopper. He wasconsiderably heavier, but he was well-mannered, and wore a green unifomp3, which he had by right of birth; he said, moreover, that he belonged to a very ancient Egyptian family, and that in the house where he then was, he was thought much of. The fact was, he had been just brought out of the fields, and put in a pasteboard house, three stories high, all made of court-cards, with the colored side inwards; and doors and windows cut out of the body of the Queen of Hearts. I sing so well, said he, that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy, and yet got no house built of cards to live in, grew thinner than they were before for sheer vexation when they heard me. It was thus that the Flea and the Grasshopper gave an account of themselves, and thought they were quite good enough to marry a Princess. The Leap-frog said nothing; but people gave it as their opinion, that he therefore thought the more; and when the housedog snuffed at him with his nose, he confessed the Leap-frog was of good family. The old councillor, who had had three orders given him to make him hold his tongue, asserted that the Leap-frog was a prophet; for that one could see on his back, if there would be a severe or mild winter, and that was what one could not see even on the back of the man who writes the almanac.I say nothing, it is true, exclaimed the King; but I have my own opinion, notwithstanding. Now the trial was to take place. The Flea jumped so high that nobody could see where he went to; so they all asserted he had not jumped at all; and that was dishonorable. The Grasshopper jumped only half as high; but he leaped into the King s face, who said that was ill-mannered. The Leap-frog stood still for a long time lost in thought; it was believed at last he would not jump at all. I only hope he is not unwell, said the house-dog; when, pop! he made a jump all on one side into the lap of the Princess, who was sitting on a little golden stool close by. Hereupon the King said, There is nothing above my daughter; therefore to bound up to her is the highest jump that can be made; but for this, one must possessunderstanding, and the Leap-frog has shown that he has understanding. He is brave and intellectual. And so he won the Princess. It s all the same to me, said the Flea. She may have the old Leap-frog, for all I care. I jumped the highest; but in this world merit seldom meets its reward. A fine exterior is what people look at now-a-days. The Flea then went into foreign service, where, it is said, he was killed. The Grasshopper sat without on a green bank, and reflected on worldly things; and he said too, Yes, a fine exterior is everything--a fine exterior is what people care about. And then he began chirping his peculiar melancholy song, from which we have taken this history; and which may, very possibly, be all untrue, although it does stand here printed in black and white. 跳高者有一次,跳蚤、蚱蜢和跳鹅①想要知道它们之中谁跳得最高。

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