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小学英语安徒生童话系列(一)母亲的故事阅读素材
母亲的故事A mother sat there with her little child.She was sodowncast，s o afraid that it should die！It was sopale，the small eyes had c losed themselves，and itdrew its breath so softly，now and then，with adeep respiration，as if it sighed；and the motherlooked still more sorrowfully on the little creature.then a knocking was heard at the door，and in camea poor old man wrapped up as in a large horse-cloth，for it warms one，andhe needed it，as itwas the cold winter season！Everything out-ofdoo rs was covered with ice and snow，and the wind blew so that it c ut the face.As the old man trembled with cold，and the little child slepta moment，the mother went andpoured some ale into a pot and set i t on the stove，that it might be warm for him；the oldman sat a nd rocked the cradle，and the mother sat down on a chair close by him，and lookedat her little sick child that drew its breath so deep，and raised its little hand."Do you not think that I shall save him？"said she. "Our Lord will not take him from me！"And the old man——it was Death himself——he nodded so strangely ，it could just as wellsignify yes as no.And the mother looked d own in her lap，and the tears ran down over hercheeks；her head became so heavy——she had not closed her eyes for three days and n ights；and now she slept，but only for a minute，when she started up an d trembled with cold."What is that？"said she，and looked on all sides；but the old man was gone，and her littlechild was gone——he had taken it with him；and theold clock in the corner burred，andburred，the GREat leaden weigh t ran down to the floor，bump！and then the clock alsostood still.But the poor mother ran out of the house and cried aloud for h er child.Out there，in the midst of the snow，there sat a woman in lo ng，black clothes；and shesaid，"Death has been in thy chamber，and I saw him hasten away with th y little child；hegoes faster than the wind，and he never brings back what he takes！""Oh，only tell me which way he went！"said the mother. "Tell me the way，and I shall findhim！""I know it！"said the woman in the black clothes. "But before I tell it，thou must first sing forme all the songs t hou hast sung for thy child！I am fond of them.I have heard the m before；Iam Night；I saw thy tears whilst thou sang'st them！""I will sing them all，all！"said the mother. "But do not stop me now——I may overtake him——I may find my chil d！"But Night stood still and mute.then the mother wrung her hands ，sang and wept，and therewere many songs，but yet many more tea rs；and then Night said，"Go to the right，into thedark pine forest；thither I saw Death t ake his way with thy little child！"the roads crossed each other in the depths of the forest，and she no longer knew whither sheshould go！then there stood a thorn-b ush；there was neither leaf nor flower on it，it wasalso in the cold winter season，and ice-flakes hung on the branches."Hast thou not seen Death go past with my little child？"said the mother."Yes，"said the thorn-bush；"but I will not tell thee which way he took，unless thou wilt fir stwarm me up at thy heart.I am freezing to death；I shall become a lump of ice！"And she pressed the thorn-bush to her breast，so firmly，thatit might be thoroughlywarmed，and the thorns went right into her fl esh，and her blood flowed in large drops，butthe thornbush shot fo rth fresh GREen leaves，and there came flowers on it in the cold winternight，the heart of the afflicted mother was so warm；and th e thorn-bush told her the wayshe should go.She then came to a large lake，where there was neither ship no r boat.The lake was not frozensufficiently to bear her；neither wa s it open，nor low enough that she could wade through it；and across it she must go if she would find her child！Then she lay down to drink up the lake，and that was an impossibility for a human being，but the afflicted mother thought that amiracle might happen nevertheless."Oh，what would I not give to come to my child！"said the weeping mother；and she weptstill more，and her eyes s unk down in the depths of the waters，and became two preciouspearls ；but the water bore her up，as if she sat in a swing，and sh e flew in the rockingwaves to the shore on the opposite side，wher e there stood a mile-broad，strange house，one knew not if it were a mountain with forests and caverns，or i f it were built up；but thepoor mother could not see it；she had wept her eyes out."Where shall I find Death，who took away my little child？"said she."He has not come here yet！"said the old grave woman，who was appointed to look afterDeath'sGREat greenhouse！"How have you been able to find the way hither？And who hashelped you？""OUR LORD has helped me，"said she. "He is merciful，and you will also be so！Where shall Ifind my l ittle child？""Nay，I know not，"said the woman，"and you cannot see！Many flowers and trees havewithered this night ；Death will soon come and plant them over again！You certainly k now thatevery person has his or her life's tree or flower，just as everyone happens to be settled；they look like other plants，but they have pulsations of the heart. Children's hearts can alsobeat；go after yours，perhaps you may k now your child's；but what will you give me if I tellyou what you shall do more？""I have nothing to give，"said the afflicted mother，"but I will go to the world's end for you！""Nay， I have nothing to do there！" said the woman. "But you can give me your long black hair； you know yourself that it is fine， and that I like！ You shall have my white hair instead， and that's always something！""Do you demand nothing else？" said she. "That I will gladly give you！" And she gave her her fine black hair， and got the old woman's snow-white hair instead.So they went into Death's GREat greenhouse， where flowers and trees grew strangely into one another. There stood fine hyacinths under glass bells， and there stood strong-stemmed peonies； there grew water plants， some so fresh， others half sick， the water-snakes lay down on them， and black crabs pinched their stalks. There stood beautiful palm-trees， oaks， and plantains； there stood parsley and flowering thyme： every tree and every flower had its name； each of them was a human life，the human frame still lived——one in China，and another in Greenland——round about in the world. There were large trees in small pots， sothat they stood so stunted in growth， and ready to burst the pots； in other places，there was a little dull flower in rich mould， with moss round about it， and it was so petted and nursed. But the distressed mother bent down over all the smallest plants， and heard within them how the human heart beat； and amongst millions she knew her child's."there it is！" cried she， and stretched her hands out over a little blue crocus，that hung quite sickly on one side."Don't touch the flower！" said the old woman. "But place yourself here， and when Death comes——I expect him every moment——do not let him pluck the flower up， but threaten him that you will do the same with the others. Then he will be afraid！ He is responsible for them to OUR LORD， and no one dares to pluck them up before HE gives leave."All at once an icy cold rushed through the GREat hall， and the blind mother could feel that it was Death that came."How hast thou been able to find thy way hither？" he asked. "How couldst thou come quicker than I？""I am a mother，" said she.And Death stretched out his long hand towards the fine little flower， but she held her hands fast around his， so tight， and yet afraid that she should touch one of the leaves. Then Death blew on her hands， and she felt that it was colder than the cold wind， and her hands fell down powerless."Thou canst not do anything against me！" said Death."But OUR LORD can！" said she."I only do His bidding！" said Death. "I am His gardener， I take all His flowers and trees， and plant them out in the GREat garden of Paradise， in the unknown land；but how they grow there， and how it is there I dare not tell thee.""Give me back my child！" said the mother， and she wept and prayed. At once she seized hold of two beautiful flowers close by， with each hand， and cried out to Death， "I will tear all thy flowers off， for I am in despair.""Touch them not！" said Death. "Thou say'st that thou art so unhappy， and now thou wilt make another mother equally unhappy.""Another mother！" said the poor woman， and directly let go her hold of both the flowers."there， thou hast thine eyes，" said Death； "I fished them up from the lake，they shone so bright； I knew not they were thine. Take them again， they are now brighter than before； now look down into the deep well close by； I shall tell thee the names of the two flowers thou wouldst have torn up， and thou wilt see their whole future life——their whole human existence： and see what thou wast about to disturb and destroy."And she looked down into the well； and it was a happiness to see how the one became a blessing to the world， to see how much happiness and joy were felt everywhere. And she saw the other's life， and it was sorrow and distress， horror， and wretchedness."Both of them are God's will！" said Death."Which of them is Misfortune's flower and which is that of Happiness？" asked she."That I will not tell thee，" said Death； "but this thou shalt know from me，that the one flower was thy own child！ it was thy child's fate thou saw'st——thy own child's future life！"then the mother screamed with terror， "Which of them was my child？ Tell it me！ Save the innocent！ Save my child from all that misery！ Rather take it away！Take it into God's kingdom！ Forget my tears， forget my prayers， and all that I have done！""I do not understand thee！" said Death. "Wilt thou have thy child again， or shall I go with it there， where thou dost not know！"then the mother wrung her hands， fell on her knees， and prayed to our Lord："Oh， hear me not when I pray against Thy will， which is the best！ hear me not！hear me not！"And she bowed her head down in her lap， and Death took her child and went with it into the unknown land.。
小学英语希腊神话双语小故事Arethusa阿瑞塞莎阅读素材
Arethusaarethusa was once a fairy maiden huntress．shecarriedbow and arrows for artemis in her hunting．shewas sodevoted to her work that she cared for neitheradmirationnor love．one sunny summer day，she felthot and found a coolstream quite attractive．shejumped into th e delightful streamand happily startedswimming．presently she heard a b ubbling in thestream and was surprised to find it was thethunderingvo ice of the rivergod alpheus．the maidenmade for the shore and，fully naked，started runningaway．taking a human form，the river-god followed closely in pursuit．onward they spedover hilla nd valley，across dark heights and over broad plains，until the waters of the western sea laystretched out right before th em．helplessly the exhausted arethusa cried to her patronessforhelp．a rtemis instantly cast a cloud over her body，but the pigheaded alpheus was not to betricked．then a cold sweatbrok e from the maiden''s arms and legs．the drops of water fellfrom allo ver her body．she had been turned into a spring！alpheus recognized her new form and presentlytook his formershape to join with arethusa and enjoy her company．artemisthen broke the ground and arethusa sank down and flowed all the way through the under wor ld from southern GREece tosicily．she rose up again at syracuse，only to find that therivergod had endured the darkness of thelower w orld andturned up as a stream as well．mixing his waves with hers，hegained her love inthe end．阿瑞塞莎阿瑞塞莎是位迷人的仙女猎人。
五年级英语小故事。
五年级英语小故事。
Sure, here is a short English story suitable for fifth graders:Title: The Magic Paintbrush.Once upon a time in a small village, there lived a young boy named Tim. Tim loved to draw and paint, but he didn't have any paintbrushes or colors to use. One day, an old man approached Tim and gave him a paintbrush. The old man said, "This is a magic paintbrush. Whatever you paint with it will come to life."Excited, Tim went home and started to paint with the magic brush. He painted a beautiful butterfly, and to his amazement, the butterfly flew off the paper and into the sky. Tim couldn't believe his eyes! He decided to paint more things and soon he had a whole garden full of colorful flowers, trees, and animals.The news of Tim's magic paintbrush spread throughout the village, and soon people from far and wide came to see it. Some were amazed, while others were jealous. One day, a greedy man stole the magic paintbrush from Tim and tried to use it for his own gain. But when he painted with it, nothing happened. The magic only worked for Tim because he had a kind and pure heart.In the end, the magic paintbrush found its way back to Tim, and he continued to use it to bring joy and beauty to the world. From that day on, Tim learned that true magic comes from within, and it can only be used for good.This story teaches us that kindness and purity of heart are more valuable than any magic or material possession. It also encourages us to use our talents and gifts to bring happiness to others.。
小学英语安徒生童话系列一母亲的故事阅读素材2
母亲的故事A mother sat there with her little child. She was sodowncast，s o afraid that it should die！It was sopale，the small eyes had c losed themselves，and itdrew its breath so softly，now and then，with adeep respiration，as if it sighed；and the motherlooked still more sorrowfully on the little creature.then a knocking was heard at the door，and in camea poor old man wrapped up as in a large horse-cloth，for it warms one，and he needed it，as itwas the cold winter season！Everything out-ofdoo rs was covered with ice and snow，and the wind blew so that it c ut the face.As the old man trembled with cold，and the little child slept a moment，the mother went andpoured some ale into a pot and set i t on the stove，that it might be warm for him；the oldman sat a nd rocked the cradle，and the mother sat down on a chair close by him，and lookedat her little sick child that drew its breath so deep，and raised its little hand."Do you not think that I shall save him？" said she. "Our Lord will not take him from me！"And the old man——it was Death himself——he nodded so strangely ，it could just as wellsignify yes as no. And the mother looked d own in her lap，and the tears ran down over hercheeks；her head became so heavy——she had not closed her eyes for three days and n ights；and now she slept，but only for a minute，when she started up an d trembled with cold."What is that？" said she，and looked on all sides；but the old man was gone，and her littlechild was gone——he had taken it with him；and theold clock in the corner burred，andburred，the GREat leaden weigh t ran down to the floor，bump！and then the clock alsostood still.But the poor mother ran out of the house and cried aloud for h er child.Out there，in the midst of the snow，there sat a woman in lo ng，black clothes；and shesaid，"Death has been in thy chamber，and I saw him hasten away with th y little child；hegoes faster than the wind，and he never brings back what he takes！""Oh，only tell me which way he went！" said the mother. "Tell me the way，and I shall findhim！""I know it！" said the woman in the black clothes. "But before I tell it，thou must first sing forme all the songs t hou hast sung for thy child！I am fond of them. I have heard the m before；Iam Night；I saw thy tears whilst thou sang'st them！""I will sing them all，all！" said the mother. "But do not stop me now——I may overtake him——I may find my chil d！"But Night stood still and mute. then the mother wrung her hands ，sang and wept，and therewere many songs，but yet many more tea rs；and then Night said，"Go to the right，into thedark pine forest；thither I saw Death t ake his way with thy little child！"the roads crossed each other in the depths of the forest，and she no longer knew whither sheshould go！then there stood a thorn-b ush；there was neither leaf nor flower on it，it wasalso in the cold winter season，and ice-flakes hung on the branches."Hast thou not seen Death go past with my little child？" said the mother."Yes，" said the thorn-bush；"but I will not tell thee which way he took，unless thou wilt fir stwarm me up at thy heart. I am freezing to death；I shall become a lump of ice！"And she pressed the thorn-bush to her breast，so firmly，that it might be thoroughlywarmed，and the thorns went right into her fl esh，and her blood flowed in large drops，butthe thornbush shot fo rth fresh GREen leaves，and there came flowers on it in the cold winternight，the heart of the afflicted mother was so warm；and th e thorn-bush told her the wayshe should go.She then came to a large lake，where there was neither ship no r boat. The lake was not frozensufficiently to bear her；neither wa s it open，nor low enough that she could wade through it；and across it she must go if she would find her child！Then she lay down to drink up the lake，and that was an impossibility for a human being，but the afflicted mother thought that amiracle might happen nevertheless."Oh，what would I not give to come to my child！" said the weeping mother；and she weptstill more，and her eyes s unk down in the depths of the waters，and became two preciouspearls ；but the water bore her up，as if she sat in a swing，and sh e flew in the rockingwaves to the shore on the opposite side，wher e there stood a mile-broad，strange house，one knew not if it were a mountain with forests and caverns，or i f it were built up；but thepoor mother could not see it；she had wept her eyes out."Where shall I find Death，who took away my little child？" said she."He has not come here yet！" said the old grave woman，who was appointed to look afterDeath'sGREat greenhouse！"How have you been able to find the way hither？And who hashelped you？""OUR LORD has helped me，" said she. "He is merciful，and you will also be so！Where shall Ifind my l ittle child？""Nay，I know not，" said the woman，"and you cannot see！Many flowers and trees havewithered this night ；Death will soon come and plant them over again！You certainly k now thatevery person has his or her life's tree or flower，just as everyone happens to be settled；they look like other plants，but they have pulsations of the heart. Children's hearts can alsobeat；go after yours，perhaps you may k now your child's；but what will you give me if I tellyou what you shall do more？""I have nothing to give，" said the afflicted mother，"but I will go to the world's end for you！""Nay， I have nothing to do there！" said the woman. "But you can give me your long black hair； you know yourself that it is fine， and that I like！ You shall have my white hair instead， and that's always something！""Do you demand nothing else？" said she. "That I will gladly give you！" And she gave her her fine black hair， and got the old woman's snow-white hair instead.So they went into Death's GREat greenhouse， where flowers and trees grew strangely into one another. There stood fine hyacinths under glass bells， and there stood strong-stemmed peonies； there grew water plants， some so fresh， others half sick， the water-snakes lay down on them， and black crabs pinched their stalks. There stood beautiful palm-trees， oaks， and plantains； there stood parsley and flowering thyme： every tree and every flower had its name； each of them was a human life，the human frame still lived——one in China，and another in Greenland——round about in the world. There were large trees in small pots， sothat they stood so stunted in growth， and ready to burst the pots； in other places，there was a little dull flower in rich mould， with moss round about it， and it was so petted and nursed. But the distressed mother bent down over all the smallest plants， and heard within them how the human heart beat； and amongst millions she knew her child's."there it is！" cried she， and stretched her hands out over a little blue crocus，that hung quite sickly on one side."Don't touch the flower！" said the old woman. "But place yourself here， and when Death comes——I expect him every moment——do not let him pluck the flower up， but threaten him that you will do the same with the others. Then he will be afraid！ He is responsible for them to OUR LORD， and no one dares to pluck them up before HE gives leave."All at once an icy cold rushed through the GREat hall， and the blind mother could feel that it was Death that came."How hast thou been able to find thy way hither？" he asked. "How couldst thou come quicker than I？""I am a mother，" said she.And Death stretched out his long hand towards the fine little flower， but she held her hands fast around his， so tight， and yet afraid that she should touch one of the leaves. Then Death blew on her hands， and she felt that it was colder than the cold wind， and her hands fell down powerless."Thou canst not do anything against me！" said Death."But OUR LORD can！" said she."I only do His bidding！" said Death. "I am His gardener， I take all His flowers and trees， and plant them out in the GREat garden of Paradise， in the unknown land；but how they grow there， and how it is there I dare not tell thee.""Give me back my child！" said the mother， and she wept and prayed. At once she seized hold of two beautiful flowers close by， with each hand， and cried out to Death， "I will tear all thy flowers off， for I am in despair.""Touch them not！" said Death. "Thou say'st that thou art so unhappy， and now thou wilt make another mother equally unhappy.""Another mother！" said the poor woman， and directly let go her hold of both the flowers."there， thou hast thine eyes，" said Death； "I fished them up from the lake，they shone so bright； I knew not they were thine. Take them again， they are now brighter than before； now look down into the deep well close by； I shall tell thee the names of the two flowers thou wouldst have torn up， and thou wilt see their whole future life——their whole human existence： and see what thou wast about to disturb and destroy."And she looked down into the well； and it was a happiness to see how the one became a blessing to the world， to see how much happiness and joy were felt everywhere. And she saw the other's life， and it was sorrow and distress， horror， and wretchedness."Both of them are God's will！" said Death."Which of them is Misfortune's flower and which is that of Happiness？" asked she."That I will not tell thee，" said Death； "but this thou shalt know from me，that the one flower was thy own child！ it was thy child's fate thou saw'st——thy own child's future life！"then the mother screamed with terror， "Which of them was my child？ Tell it me！ Save the innocent！ Save my child from all that misery！ Rather take it away！Take it into God's kingdom！ Forget my tears， forget my prayers， and all that I have done！""I do not understand thee！" said Death. "Wilt thou have thy child again， or shall I go with it there， where thou dost not know！"then the mother wrung her hands， fell on her knees， and prayed to our Lord："Oh， hear me not when I pray against Thy will， which is the best！ hear me not！hear me not！"And she bowed her head down in her lap， and Death took her child and went with it into the unknown land.。
小学生英语故事比赛文字素材
小学生英语故事比赛文字稿本1:玉米风铃Autumn has come, Mr. bear corn harvest. Mr. bear breaking corn when accidentally fell off some corn kernels children. A frog followed him pick it up. "One, two, three ...... suddenly picked up so much gold ingot. My rich friends! A fortune! I'm going to buy a little fish house, a yacht, a car, a aircraft - with a fishpond Airbus ...... "Ant heard, with a laugh. "Little ants, What are you laughing?" The Frog stretched out his long tongue to scare ants, "I have not seen gold ingot is not it?" "Not seen." Ant said, rubbing his stomach, "butI've seen corn kernels children. Ha ha ha ......" 'Corn child? "The Frog dumbfounded," You mean, so I picked up a large bag, not a gold ingot, but corn children?Well ...... I can not when the rich! " Frog cried, ants and quickly fled. Now, a frog sitting on the grass, guarding a lot of corn kernels children. "Hey, there are ways." Frog thought, "little fish just do not like gold ingots it, I want to do a bunch for her ......"Frog got a needle and thread, a grain of corn grain child string together, strung together a beautiful necklace. "Ha, a beautiful necklace ah! Little fish will like." Frog wants. However, such a heavy corn necklace worn on the neck of small fish, will make her uncomfortable? If I run across a large herring Xiong Baba, wearing a necklace of small fish can quickly run away?To know that the great herring dreaming eat little fish, little fish just because slender, flexible movement, turned quickly, only to escape again and again large herring hunt. No, corn necklaces must not be given to small fish. Well, what in the end to send the little fish is good?The cool wind blowing Sha La La corn leaf ring, like children playing beautiful song. Frogs have a solution. He scramble to put all the corn kernels child string together, strung together a corn chimes. "Little fish, this is for you corn chimes. Do you like it?"Asked the frog. "Ah, I love!" Laughed the little fish. Little fish corn hung from the living room, since under the water, no wind, unable to pronounce the slightest sound of wind chimes corn, into a dumb chimes. Even dumb wind chimes, or a good little fish like: she couldsmell the faint scent of corn, this scent like beautiful music, as inthe hearts of little fish flowing. The most fun is hungry little fish do not have to cook, eat a corn, well fed. A corn wind chimes, she could Mimi to eat for a long time yet.小学生英语故事比赛文字稿本2:害羞的小甲虫A small group of partners, to the forest to find friends.Find hedgehog cactus, cactus and pulling his hands and form apair of barbed friends.Davidia involucrata find little pigeon, dove laughed and said:. "Good. I called the nickname 'dove tree,' Welcome to my little pigeon house guest"Ladybugs, very shy to make friends and flowers. His head down, quietly, he saw a mimosa. Ladybugs plucked up her courage and said: "? Mimosa sister, you are willing to make friends with me."Mimosa, dropped his head, because she is very shy. Ladybugs happily sang: "You are shy, I'm shy, shy but also a good friend of a good friend, pulling hand, we have the most long-term friendship.."小学生英语故事比赛文字稿本3:青蛙王子There was once a little princess, she was playing with hergolden ball at the well, her ball into the air, failed to catch the hand, golden ball fell into the well, she was very sad. She looked around, hoping someone can help her. At this time, there is a frog came before her. The frog said: "? Little Princess, why do you cry" little princess said: "My golden ball fell into the well." The frog said: "If you are willing to work with me to eat a bowl of rice, sleep in the same bed and my friends, I can give you retrieve golden. "Princess do not care. Help her retrieve golden frog, she turned and ran back to the palace, a small frog had to jump back to the well.The Frog Prince The next morning, the little princess was at the table having breakfast, small frogs hard knock on the door of the palace.Little Princess opened the door, turned the offending frog, she quickly shut the door, panting back to the previous table.The king asked her: "? What's wrong with" the little princess after yesterday told the king. The king hear very angry and said: "They help you, how you gone back yet?"Little princess had to open the door for small frogs come reluctantly and small frogs eat together, sleep. Finally, the little princess was angry, grabbed a small frog thrown into the wall. Frog Just a floor, suddenly turned into a handsome prince. Little princess prince to talk to his terrible experience: "There is an evil witch turned me into an ugly frog, I had to stay in the bottom of the well, only you can save me." Little Princess is very sympathetic to the prince encounter, and he agreed to be good friends.Later, they became husband and wife, and lived a happy life.I think a man can not speak not words, inconsistencies, be a man of honor.。
小学英语 安徒生童话系列(四)the NAUGHTY BOY顽皮的孩子阅读素材
the NAUGHTY BOYAlong time ago，there lived an old poet，athoroughly kind old poet. As he was sitting oneevening in his room， a dreadful storm a rosewithout，and the rain streamed down from heaven；but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in hischimney-corner，wher e the fire blazed and theroasting apple hissed.“Those who have not a roof over their heads willbe wetted to the skin，”said the good old poet.“Oh let me in！Let me in！I am cold，and I'm so wet！”excla imed suddenly a child thatstood crying at the door and knocking for admittance，while the rain poured down，and thewind made all the windows rattle.“Poor thing！”said the old poet，as he went to open the door. There stood a little boy，quite naked，and the water ran down from his long golden hair；he trembled with cold，andhad he not come into a warm room he would most certainly have perished in the frightfultempest.“Poor child！”said the old poet，as he took the boy by the hand. “Come in，come in，andI will soon restore thee！Thou shalt have wine and ro asted apples，for thou art verily acharming child！”And the boy w as so really. His eyes were like two bright stars；and althoughthe water trickled down his hair，it waved in beautiful curls. He loo ked exactly like a little angel，but he was so pale，and his whole body trembled with cold. He hada nice little bow in hishand，but it was quite spoiled by the r ain，and the tints of his many-colored arrows ran oneinto the other.the old poet seated himself beside his hearth，and took the little fellow on his lap；hesqueezed the water out of his dripping hair ，warmed his hands between his own，and boiledfor him some sweet wine. Then the boy recovered，his cheeks again GREw rosy，he jumpeddown from the lap where he wa s sitting，and danced round the kind old poet.“You are a merry fellow，”said the old man. “What's your name？”“My name is Cupid，”answered the boy. “Don't you know me？There lies my bow；itshoots well，I can assure you！Look，the weather is now clearin g up，and the moon isshining clear again through the w indow.”“Why，your bow is quite spoiled，”said the old poet.“That were sad indeed，”said the boy，and he took the bow in h is hand and examined iton every side.“Oh，it is dry again，and is not hurt at all；the string is q uite tight. I will try itdirec tly.”And he bent his bow，took aim，and shot an arrow at the old poet，right into hisheart. “You see now that my bow was not spoiled，”said he laughing；an d away he ran.the naughty boy，to shoot the old poet in that way；he who had taken him into his warmroom，who had treated him so kindly，and w ho had given him warm wine and the very bestapples！the poor poet lay on the earth and wept，for the arrow had really flown into his heart.“Fie！”said he. “How naughty a boy Cupid is！I will tell all children about him，that theymay take care and not play with him，for he will only cause them sorrow and many aheartache.”And all good children to whom he related this story，took GREat he ed of this naughtyCupid；but he made fools of them still，for he is astonishingly cunning. When the universitystudents come from the lectures，he runs beside them in a black coat，and with a book u nderhis arm. It is quite impossible for them to know him，and they walk along with him arm inarm，as if he，too，were a student like themselves；and then，unperceived，he thrusts anarrow to their bosom. When the young maidens come from being exami ned by theclergyman，or go to church to be confirmed，there he is again close behind t hem. Yes，he isforever following people. At the play，he sits in the great chandelier and burns in brightflames，so that people think it is really a flame，but they soon discover it is something els e.He roves about in the garden of the palace and upon the ramparts ：yes，once he even shotyour father and mother right in the heart . Ask them only and you will hear what they'll tell you.Oh，he is a naughty boy，that Cupid；you must never have anything to do w ith him. He isforever running after everybody. Only think，he shot an arrow once at your old grandmother！But that is a long time ago，and it is all past now；however，a thing of that sort she neverforgets. Fie，naughty Cupid！But now you know him，and you know，too，how ill-behavedhe is！从前有一位老诗人——一位非常和善的老诗人。
英文早教故事
在英文早教故事中，通常会选择简单、有趣且富有教育意义的故事来帮助孩子们学习英语。
以下是一段适合早期教育的英文小故事，标题和内容都是用简单的英语编写的：Title: The Little Red HenOnce upon a time, there was a little red hen who wanted to make some bread. She asked her friends, the cat, the dog, and the cow, if they would help her with the work."Who will help me plant the wheat?" asked the little red hen.The cat said, "Not I."The dog said, "Not I."The cow said, "Not I.""Then I will," said the little red hen, and she planted the wheat by herself.Later, she asked again, "Who will help me harvest the wheat?"The cat said, "Not I."The dog said, "Not I."The cow said, "Not I.""Then I will," said the little red hen, and she harvested the wheat by herself.After that, she asked once more, "Who will help me grind the wheat?"The cat said, "Not I."The dog said, "Not I."The cow said, "Not I.""Then I will," said the little red hen, and she ground the wheat into flour by herself.Finally, she asked, "Who will help me bake the bread?"The cat said, "Not I."The dog said, "Not I."The cow said, "Not I.""Then I will," said the little red hen, and she baked the bread all by herself.When the bread was ready, the little red hen called her friends and said, "Come and eat the bread I have made all by myself!"But the cat, the dog, and the cow had no share in the bread.The end.这个故事教导孩子们勤奋工作的重要性，并且鼓励他们独立完成任务。
小学英语希腊双语小故事theGoldenTouch点金术阅读素材
一线教师精心整理，word 可编辑1 / 1the Golden Touchmidas ，son of the GREat goddess of ida ，by a herowhosename is not remembered ，was a pleasurelovingking of macedonian bromium ，where he ruled over thebrigians and planted his famous rose gardens ．one day ，the old hero silenus ，dionysus'' formerteacher ，happened to straggle from the main body ofthe dionysian army as it marched out o f thrace intoboeotia ，and was found sleeping and drunken in therose gardens ．the gardeners tied him and ledhimbefore midas ，to whom he told wonderful tales of a big continent lying beyond the ocean''s str eam ——altogether separatefrom the united mass of europe ，asia ，or africa ——wheregigantic ，happy ，and longlived people lived in splendid cities ，enjoying a wonderful lawsystem ．midas ，delighted with silenus'' fictions ，entertained him for five days and nights ，and thenordered a guide to lead him to dionysus'' headquarters ．dionysus ，who had been worrying about silenus ，sent toask how midas wished to be rewarded ．hereplied without hesitation ：‘please turn all i touch into gold ．'' however ，notonlystones ，flowers ，and the furnishings of his house turned to gold but ，when he sat down totable ，so did the food he ate and the water he drank ．midas soon begged to be freed from hiswish ，because he was fast dying of hunger and thirst ．highlyamused ，dionysus told him to visit thesource of the river pactolus and there wash himself ．he obeyed ，and was at oncefreed from thegolden touch ，but the sands of the river pactolusare bright with gold to this day ．点金术弥达斯是伊达山大女神和一位姓名不详的英雄的儿子。
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Tom and his wife Marg went to the United State Fairevery year. Every year Tom said, "Marg, let's go ridethe airplane together."
汤姆和他太太每年都会去参加年度庆典。
每年汤姆都会说：“玛格，我们一起去坐飞
机吧。
”
And every year Marg would say, "I know, Tom, butthat airplane ride costs
ten dollars, and ten dollars isten dollars."
每年玛格都会说：“我知道，汤姆，可是坐飞机要花十块钱，十块钱也是钱。
”
This year Tom and Marg went to the fair.
今年汤姆和玛格也去参加年度庆典。
Tom said, "Marg, I'm 71 years old. If I don't ride that airplane this year I may never get anotherchance. I might be dead by the next time the fair comes. Let's go ride the airplane." Margreplied, "Tom , that airplane ride costs ten dollars, and ten dollars is ten dollars."
汤姆说：“玛格，我都71岁了，今年再不坐飞机去玩可能再也没有机会了。
下回年
度庆典时，搞不好我已经翘辫子了。
我们去坐飞机吧。
”玛格回答：“汤姆，坐飞机要花
十块钱，十块钱也是钱。
”
The pilot overheard them. "Folks, I'll make you a deal. I'll take you both up for a ride. If you canstay quiet for the entire ride and not day one word,
I won't charge you, but if you say one wordit's ten dollars. "
驾驶员无意中听到他们的谈话，便说：“两位，我和你们做个交易。
我带你们两个飞
一程，如果你们能全程保持安静，一句话都不说，我就不收你们的钱;但只要你们一开口，就要付十块钱。
”
Tom and Marg agreed. The pilot does all kinds of twists and turns, rolls and dives. He does allhis tricks over again, but still not a word.
汤姆和玛格决定接受这项提议。
结果驾驶员尽其所能地翻来覆去，一会儿旋转一会儿
俯冲，所有花招尽皆出笼，但还是没听到有人说话。
They land and the pilot turns to Tom, "I did everything I could think of to get you to yell out,but you didn't."
降落后，驾驶员转头对汤姆说：“我想得出来可以让你们大叫的招数都使过了，结果还是被你们打败。
”
Tom replied, "Well, I was gonna say something when Marg fell out, but ten dollars is tendollars."
汤姆回答：“其实玛格摔出去的时候我是想开口啦，可是十块钱也是钱。
”
Two people immigrate to America. On their first daythey are wandering around New York City. Aftermany hours of sightseeing both people are
hungry.They then come up to a street vendor selling hotdogs.
有两个人移民到美国，第一天便在纽约市内到处闲逛。
逛了几个小时，两人都饿了，便想去卖热狗的路边摊买东西吃。
One says to the other in a shocked tone, "My God.Do they eat dogs in America?"
其中一个人口气惊讶地对另一个说：“我的天，美国有在吃狗肉啊?”
"I don't know!" says the other, equally appalled.
“我不知道耶!”另一个人同样惊讶地说道。
"Well," says the first, "We're going to be Americans, so we must do as they do."
“那么，”第一个人说：“既然我们要当美国人，那就得入乡随俗才行。
”
They approach the vendor bravely. "Two hot dogs, plaese."
他们于是鼓起勇气来到摊贩前面说：“要两只热狗。
”
The vendor hands them their food in a pair of paper sacks. The two immigrants sit on a parkbunch to eat their lunch. One looks inside his sack, hesitates and turns to his partner andsays, "Uh, which part of the dog did you get?"
小贩用两个纸篓各装一支热狗给他们，这两个新来的移民便去公园长椅上坐下来准备吃午餐。
其中一个人一下纸袋里面的东西，犹豫了一会儿，转头对他的同伴说：“嗯，你拿到的是狗的哪个部位?”
My niece Helen was a typist and her eyes were notvery good, so she usually worn glasses. But whenwas nineteen and began to go out with a youngRussian man, a son of a leading politician. Shenever worn glasses when she was with
him.Whenever he came to the door to take her out. Shewould take her glasses
off and when she got backhome again and he left she would put them on.
我的侄女海伦是名打字员，她视力不太好，所以她通常都带着眼镜。
她十九岁时和一
个俄国的小伙子交朋友。
他是一个政治家领袖的儿子。
海伦和她男朋友在一起时，从不戴
眼镜。
每当男朋友到门口接她外出时，她就摘下眼镜;回到家里，男朋友走了以后，海伦
才戴上眼镜。
One day her mother asked her: "Helen, why do you never wear glasses when you out with Jim?Every day he takes you to such lovely places in his car, but you are almost blind and you cannot see anything”.
有一天妈妈问她：“海伦，你和吉姆在一起时为什么从不戴眼镜?每天他开车带你去
很多美丽的地方玩儿，可你几乎是个瞎子，什么也看不见。
”
"Well, mother," Helen went downstairs and said, "There is no doubt he is very rich. But I lookprettier to Jim while I am not wearing my glasses and he looks better to me, too."
海伦从楼上下来说：“嗯，妈妈，毫无疑问吉姆很富有，但我不戴眼镜时他看着我更
漂亮些，同时我也觉得他更顺眼一些。
”
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