英语童话故事：The buckwheat 荞麦

英语童话故事：The buckwheat 荞麦

VERY often, after a violent thunder-storm, a field of buckwheat appears blackened and singed, as if a flame of fire had passed over it. The country people say that this appearance is caused by lightning; but I will tell you what the sparrow says, and the sparrow heard it from an old willow-tree which grew near a field of buckwheat, and is there still. It is a large venerable tree, though a little crippled by age. The trunk has been split, and out of the crevice grass and brambles grow. The tree bends for-ward slightly, and the branches hang quite down to the ground just like green hair.

Corn grows in the surrounding fields, not only rye and barley, but oats,-pretty oats that, when ripe, look like a number of little golden canary-birds sitting on a bough. The corn has a smiling look and the heaviest and richest ears bend their heads low as if in pious humility. Once there was also a field of buckwheat, and this field was exactly opposite to old willow-tree. The buckwheat did not bend like the other grain, but erected its head proudly and stiffly on the stem. "I am as valuable as any other corn," said he, "and I am much handsomer; my flowers are as beautiful as the bloom of the apple blossom, and it is a pleasure to look at us. Do you know of anything prettier than we are, you old willow-tree?" And the willow-tree nodded his head, as if he would say, "Indeed I do." But the buckwheat spread itself out with pride, and said, "Stupid tree; he is so old that grass grows out of his body." There arose a very terrible storm. All the field-flowers folded their leaves together, or bowed their little heads, while the storm passed over them, but the buckwheat stood erect in its pride. "Bend your head as we do," said the flowers.

"I have no occasion to do so," replied the buckwheat.

"Bend your head as we do," cried the ears of corn; "the angel of the storm is coming; his wings spread from the sky above to the earth beneath. He will strike you down before you can cry for mercy."

"But I will not bend my head," said the buckwheat.

"Close your flowers and bend your leaves," said the old willow-tree. "Do not look at the lightning when the cloud bursts; even men cannot do that. In a flash of lightning heaven opens, and we can look in; but the sight will strike even human beings blind. What then must happen to us, who only grow out of the earth, and are so inferior to them, if we venture to do so?"

"Inferior, indeed!" said the buckwheat. "Now I intend to have a peep into heaven." Proudly and boldly he looked up, while the lightning flashed across the sky as if the whole world were in flames.

When the dreadful storm had passed, the flowers and the corn raised their drooping heads in the pure still air, refreshed by the rain, but the buckwheat lay like a weed in the field, burnt to blackness by the lightning. The branches of the old willow-tree rustled in the wind, and large water-drops fell from his green leaves as if the old willow were weeping. Then the sparrows asked why he was weeping, when all around him seemed so cheerful. "See," they said, how the sun shines, and the clouds float in the blue sky. Do you not smell the sweet perfume from flower and bush? Wherefore do you weep, old willow-tree?" Then the willow told them of the haughty pride of the buckwheat, and of the punishment which followed in consequence.

This is the story told me by the sparrows one evening when I begged them to relate some tale to me.

"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 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.

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1、英语演讲小孩子童话故事经典

篇一

Three Good Friends

One day, a monkey rides his bike near the river. This time he sees a lion under a tree. The lion runs at him. He is afraid and falls into the river. He can’t swim. He shouts. The rabbit hears him. He jumps into the river. The rabbit swims to the monkey, but he can’t help him. Luckily, an elephant comes along. He is very strong. He helps the rabbit and monkey. Three friends are very happy. They go to the elephant’s home. Then, three of them become good friends.

篇二

Look for a Friend

Sam is a little fish. He lives in the sea. He is very lonely. He wants to have a friend. The friend looks like him. Sam sees an ink fish. The ink fish has eight legs. He doesn’t look like Sam. So Sam goes away. Sam meets a shark. He wants to say hello to the shark. The shark opens his big mouth. Sam runs away quickly. Sam is tired and hungry. He wants to have a rest. Then he sees a round fish. She says to him. “Hello! Would you like to be my friend?” Sam answers: “Of course! But you are round. I am flat.” The round fish days: “But we are both fishes.”

Sam thinks and says, “You are right. Let’s be friends.” They become good friends.

篇三

The House of 1000 Mirrors

Long ago in a small,faraway village,there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors.A small,happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit.When he arrived,he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house.He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could.To his great surprise,he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his.He smiled a great smile,and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly.As he left the House,he thought to himself,“This is a wonderful place.I will come back and visit it often.”In this same village,another little dog,who was not quite as happy as the first one,decided to visit the house.He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door.When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him,he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him.As he left,he thought to himself,“That is a horrible place,and I will never go back there again.”All the faces in the world are mirrors.What kinds of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?千镜之屋很久以前的一个很远的小村庄里,有一个以“千镜屋”而著名的地方.一只乐观的小狗听说了这个地方并决定去参观.当来到这个地方,他蹦蹦跳跳地上了台阶,来到房门口,高高地竖起耳朵,欢快地摇着尾巴,从门口往里张望,他惊奇地看到有1000只欢乐的小狗像他一样快地摇尾巴.他灿烂地微笑着,回报他的是1000张热情,友好的灿烂笑脸.离开时他心想:“这是一个精彩的地方,我一定要经常来参观.”在这个村里还有另一只想参观“千镜屋”的小狗,他不及第一只小狗乐观,他慢吞吞地爬上台阶,然后耷拉着脑袋往屋子里看.一看到有1000只小狗不友好地盯着他,他便开始冲他们狂吠,镜中的1000只小狗也冲着他狂吠,把他给吓坏了,他在离开时心想:“这是一个恐怖的地方,我再也不会来了.”

篇四

The pig & Watermelon

In spring, the mother pig took the little pig LuLu to the foot of the mountain. They planted some watermelon.

When summer came, there were many big round watermelons in the field.

One day, the sun was burning like a fire, it was terribly hot on the ground. The mother pig said to the little pig:"Lulu, go to the field to pick a watermelon back,ok?" Lulu said happily:"Ok! No problem."

Then he ran to the watermelon field. When he got to the field, he was happy to find so many big green watermelons. He chose one of the biggest watermelon and picked it from the vine. Then he held it with his hands trying to lift is on his shoulder to carry it home.

"Wow!It's so heavy!" Lulu tried several times, but he failed. And he was socked with sweat. He wiped his sweat off and decided to have a rest.

Suddenly he saw the monkey Pipi. He was playing with a hoop. Lulu patted his head and said:"I've got it." He thought,the round hoop can roll, the watermelon round too,then it can roll too.He then put the big melon on the ground and rolled it forward quickly.

At last he got home with the watermelon.The mother pig knew the story, she exclaimed:"My child, you're really clever!"

篇五

David worked in an oven factory . the outer walls of the factory were painted blue . One day , the boss draw the outline of a new kind of oven on the paper . David advised him over and over not to produce it without an overall market research . the boss’s ability was very outstanding at the outset of his career . But now he had not an ounce of common sense . That was the shortcoming he ought to overcome . But the boss had been cheated by the outward appearance of the market . He overestimated the market demand . the workers wore blue overalls , working day and night . The factory increased the output . But the boss could not find new outlets for their products . The outbreak of price war made the factory run out of money soon . The failure beat the boss out of his courage . David was very sorry with the outcome . He had nothing to do but resign . Anyway , he needed some outdoor activities . He ought to go to outdoors for fresh airs . On a sunny day , David went to the outermost outskirts . He had prepared a camping outfit . The outskirts had a pleasant outlook . The river overflowed its bank . David took off his overcoat since it was warm . It was such nice a day . 戴维在一家炉厂工作。工厂外部的墙被漆成了蓝色。一天，老板在纸上画了一种新的炉灶的轮廓。戴维一再建议，如果没有全面的市场调查就不要生产它。老板的能力在它事业开端的时候很突出，但现在他没有一盎司的常识。那是他应该克服的缺点。但老板被市场外表的样子所蒙蔽。他过高估计了市场需要。工人们穿着蓝工作服，白天黑夜地工作着。工厂增加了产量。但老板没有找到产品的出路。价格战的爆发使工厂很快没有钱了。失败让老板丧失了勇气。戴维对结果感到很难过。他只有辞职。无论如何，他也需要一些野外的活动。他应当去户外呼吸呼吸新鲜空气。在一个晴朗的日子，戴维去了远离中心的郊区。他已经准备好了露营装备。郊区的景色非常秀丽。河水已经溢出了两岸。天气很热，戴维**了外衣。多么美好的一天啊。

2、迪士尼英语童话故事

Once there was a Queen. She was sitting at the window. There was snow outside in the garden--snow on the hill and in the lane, snow on the huts and on the trees: all things were white with snow.

She had some cloth in her hand and a needle. The cloth in her hand was as white as the snow.

The Queen was making a coat for a little child. She said, "I want my child to be white as this cloth, white as the snow. And I shall call her Snow-white."

Some days after that the Queen had a child. The child was white as snow. The Queen called her Snow-white.

But the Queen was very ill, and after some days she died. Snow-white lived, and was a very happy and beautiful child.

One year after that, the King married another Queen. The new Queen was very beautiful; but she was not a good woman.

A wizard had given this Queen a glass. The glass could speak. It was on the wall in the Queen's room. Every day the Queen looked in the glass to see how beautiful she was. As she looked in the glass, she asked:

" Tell me, glass upon the wall,

Who is most beautiful of all?"

And the glass spoke and said:

"The Queen is most beautiful of all."

Years went by. Snow-white grew up and became a little girl. Every day the Queen looked in the glass and said,

"Tell me, glass upon the wall,

Who is most beautiful of all?"

And every day the glass spoke and said,

"The Queen is most beautiful of all."

Years went by, and Snow-white grew up and became a woman. Every year she became more and more beautiful.

Then one day, when Snow-white was a woman, the Queen looked in the glass and said,

"Tell me, glass upon the wall,

Who is most beautiful of all?"

And the glass said,

"Snow-white is most beautiful of all."

When the Queen heard this, she was very angry. She said, "Snow-white is not more beautiful than I am. There is no one who is more beautiful than I am."

Then the Queen sat on her bed and cried.

After one hour the Queen went out of her room. She called one of the servants, and said, " Take Snow-white into the forest and kill her."

The servant took Snow-white to the forest, but he did not kill her, because she was so beautiful and so good.

The man took Snow-white into the forest, but he did not kill her. He said, "I shall not kill you; but do not go to the King's house, because the Queen is angry and she will see you. If the Queen sees you, she will make some other man kill you. Wait here in the forest; some friends will help you."

Then he went away.

Poor Snow-white sat at the foot of a tree and cried. Then she saw that night was coming. She said, " I will not cry. I will find some house where I can sleep tonight. I cannot wait here: the bears will eat me."

She went far into the forest. Then she saw a little hut. She opened the door of the hut, and went in.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl called Cinderella and she had two ugly step sisters who were very unkind who made her do all the hard work. She had to sweep the floors, do all the dishes, while they dressed up in fine clothes and went to lots of parties.

One day a special invitation arrived at Cinderella's house. It was from the royal palace. The king's only son was a truly handsome prince was going to have a grand ball. Three girls were invited to come. Cinderella knew she wouldn't be allowed to go to the ball. But the ugly sisters, ho ho ho, they were excited. They couldn't talk about anything else.

When the day of the ball came, they made such a fuss. Poor Cinderella had to rush about upstairs and downstairs. She fixed their hair in fancy waves and curls. She helped them put on their expensive new dresses. And she arranged their jewels just so. As soon as they had gone, Cinderella sat down by the fire and she said. "Oh I do wish I could go to the ball". The next moment, standing beside her was a lovely old lady with a silver wand in here hand. "Cinderella, she said " I am your fairy godmother and you shall go to the ball. But first you must go into the garden and pick a golden pumpkin, then bring me six mice from the mousetraps, a whiskered rat from the rat trap, and six lizards. You'll find the lizards behind the watering can.

So Cinderella fetched a golden pumpkin, six grey mice, a whiskered rate, six lizards. The fairy godmother touched them with her wand and the pumpkin became a golden coach, the mice became six grey horses, the rat became a coachman with the most enormous moustache, and the lizards became six footmen dressed in green and yellow, then the fairy godmother touched Cinderella with the wand and her old dress became a golden dress sparkling with jewels while on her feet was the prettiest pair of glass slippers ever seen. Remember said the fairy godmother you must leave the ball before the clock strikes twelve because at midnight the magic ends. "Thank you fairy godmother" said Cinderella and she climbed into the coach.

When Cinderella arrived at the ball she looked so beautiful that everyone wondered who she was! Even the ugly sisters. The Prince of course asked here to dance with him and they danced all evening. He would not dance with anyone else. Now Cinderella was enjoying the ball so much that she forgot her fairy godmothers warning until it was almost midnight and the clock began to strike.

One. Two. Three. She hurried out of the ballroom. Four. Five. Six. As she ran down the palace steps one of her glass slippers fell off. Seven. Eight. Nine. She ran on toward the golden coach. Ten Eleven Twelve. Then there was Cinderella in her old dress. The golden pumpkin lay in her feet. And scampering down off down the road were six grey mice, a whiskered rat and six green lizards.. So Cinderella had to walk home and by the time the ugly sisters returned home was sitting quietly by the fire.

Now when Cinderella ran from the palace, the prince tried to follow her and he found the glass slipper. He said, "I shall marry the beautiful girl whose foot fits this slipper and only her.

IN the morning the prince went from house to house with the glass slipper and every young lady tried to squeeze her foot into it. But it didn't' fit any of them. At last the prince came to Cinderella's house. First one ugly sister tried to squash her foot into the slipper. But her foot was too wide and fat. Then the other ugly sister tried but her foot was too long and thin. Please said Cinderella, let me try. "The slipper won't fit you", said the ugly sisters. "You didn't go to the ball!" But Cinderella slipped her foot into the glass slipper and it fit perfectly.

The next moment standing beside her was the fairy godmother. She touched Cinderella with the wand and there she was in a golden dress sparkling with jewels and on her feet was the prettiest pair of glass slippers ever seen. The ugly sisters were so surprised that, for once they couldn't think of anything to say. But the Prince knew what to say. He asked Cinderella to marry him. And then there was a happy wedding. Everyone who had gone to the ball was invited, even the ugly sisters. There was wonderful food, lots of music and dancing. And the Prince of course danced every dance with Cinderella. He would not dance with anyone else.

It is sunrise on the savanna. All the animals gather at Pride Rock to see Mufasa, the Lion King, and his queen, Sarabi, introduce their newborn son, Simba. Meanwhile, Mufasa's wicked brother, Scar, laments the unfairness of his life. He resents the new prince and the cub's status as next in line to be king - a job he covets for himself. Time passes, and Simba grows into a cocky young cub. Mufasa leads his son to the summit of Pride Rock where they look down upon the Pridelands - the kingdom that one day, when he is king, Simba will rule.

Mufasa tells Simba that everything lives together in a delicate balance called the Circle of Life, and warns him never to go beyond the boundaries of the Pridelands and into the territories of the evil hyenas. Meanwhile, Scar has been plotting the deaths of Simba and Mufasa so that he, along with his evil henchmen, the hyenas, can rule the kingdom. Scar orchestrates a stampede and in the tumult, manages to kill Mufasa. He then convinces Simba that Mufasa's death was all Simba's fault. Scar tells him to leave the Pridelands and never return. Scar orders the hyenas to kill Simba, but the lazy beasts decide to let the cub go and not tell Scar. The animals mourn the loss of their king , and believe that Simba has also been killed in the stampede. Scar, triumphant, climbs to the top of Pride Rock with the hyenas and assumes the throne.

Convinced he is responsible for his father's death, Simba leaves the Pridelands. He escapes into the jungle where he meets Timon, a wisecracking meerkat, and Pumbaa, a big-hearted warthog. Rather than ever return to face the other lions, Simba decides to stay with his new friends in the jungle, where he grows from a cub into a young lion. In the interim, under Scar's cruel and careless rule, the Pridelands become dry and lifeless. Hyenas roam the territory picking clean whatever is left and terrorizing the lionesses.

Nala decides that she needs to flee to the jungle in order to escape Scar's clutches and help find a new land where the lionesses can live in peace. Later, in the jungle, Pumbaa finds himself being hunted by a hungry lioness. Simba comes between them to save his friend, and the two lions fight. The lioness flips Simba, and he realizes that she is not just any lioness, but his old friend - Nala. Nala is shocked to find Simba alive, and she tells Timon and Pumbaa that he is the true king. When Simba and Nala are alone, they start to realize the depth of their feelings for each other. Nala tells Simba of the Pridelands' devastation, and that he must return and reclaim the throne from Scar.

Simba returns to Pride Rock with his friends. Scar cannot believe his eyes when he sees the young lion alive. In a panic, Scar forces Simba to admit to the other lions that he had caused his father's death. Scar backs Simba to the edge of a cliff, and, in a moment of arrogance, whispers the truth: He killed Mufasa. Overcome with rage, Simba leaps up and catches Scar by the throat. He makes Scar tell the other lions the truth. A battle rages, with Nala, Rafiki, Timon, Pumbaa, and the lionesses fighting the hyenas.

Finally, Simba confronts Scar on the summit of Pride Rock. Scar begs Simba for his life, blaming the hyenas for everything. Simba tells Scar to run away and never return. In a final moment of treachery, Scar attacks Simba again, but Simba manages to flip his uncle over the side of the cliff. Scar lands at the foot of Pride Rock, surrounded by the hungry hyenas. As the dawn breaks, Simba's friends come forward, acknowledging him as the new King. He climbs to the top of Pride Rock and lets loose with a mighty roar. Herds of animals come in answer to his call, rejoicing in his victory. Nala joins him. Rafiki holds up their newborn cub for all to see as the animals dance and rejoice as the Circle of Life continues.

3、幼儿英语小故事带翻译儿童英语故事带翻译幼儿英语小故事

Tommy is turtle. He has no daddy, no mummy and no friends.

Tommy 是一只乌龟。他没有爸爸、妈妈和朋友。

He is crying. A bird comes. She says: “I can fly. Let’s fly!”

他在哭。一只小鸟过来了。她说：“我会飞，让我们一起飞吧。”

Tommy says: “ no,no, I can’t fly!”

Tommy 说：“不，不，我不会飞。”

A rabbit comes. He says: “ I can jump. Let’s jump!”

一只兔子过来了。他说：“我会跳。让我们一起跳吧。”

Tommy says: “no, no. I can’t jump!”

Tommy说：“不，不。我不会跳。”

A monkey comes. He says:“I can climb the tree. Let’s climb the tree!”

一只猴子过来了。他说：“我会爬树。让我们一起爬树吧。”

Tommy says: “ no, no. I can’t climb the tree!”

Tommy说：“不，不。我不会爬树。”

A duck comes. He says: “I can swim. Let’s swim!”

一只鸭子过来了。他说:“我会游泳，让我们一起游泳吧!”

Tommy smiles: “ we are friends!”

鸭子笑了：“我们是朋友!”

It’s a sunny day. A little mouse wants to go out and play.

这是一个晴朗的一天。一只小老鼠想要去外面玩

But he is afraid of the cat . so he peeks and peeks.

但是它害怕猫。 所以左看看右看看

He peeks to the left and peeks to the right.

它看了左边又看右边

Suddenly, the mummy mouse shouts.

突然，老鼠妈妈叫道：

“watch out! Watch out! The cat is here , the cat is here.”

“小心!小心! 猫在这里，猫在这里”

儿童英语故事三：Let’s play(让我们一起玩吧)

It’s dark outside, the cat doesn’t want to sleep.

外面已经天黑了，可是小猫不想睡觉

“rabbits,rabbits! Let’s play!”

“兔子，兔子!让我们一起玩吧”

“no,we are sleeping.”

“不，我们要睡觉”

“birds,birds! Let’s play!”

“小鸟，小鸟!让我们一起玩”

“no, we are sleeping.”

“不，我们要睡觉”

“bears,bear. Let’s play!”

“小熊，小熊，让我们一起玩吧”

“no, we are sleeping.”

“不，我们要睡觉”

No one wants to play. The cat has to go home and sleep

没有人想要玩。小猫只要回家去睡了。

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