安徒生童话故事,英语听力
安徒生童话英语故事
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》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】
【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》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。
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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.。
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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。