小学英语安徒生童话系列四theNAUGHTYBOY顽皮的孩子阅读素材2
少儿双语小故事阅读两篇
少儿双语小故事阅读两篇（1）Naughty Brother顽皮的弟弟Donny is my little brother. He is a naughty boy.东尼是我的小弟弟，他是个调皮的孩子。
On Sunday morning Donny went into the yard and played with a dog. Sometimes a bird would come down to stay on the top’s of the dog’s house. Then Donny threw a stone at it. Suddenly the little boy began crying. Mother ran to Donny and asked him what was wrong. He said, “I’ve broken sister’s plate. She has beaten me.” “Why?” “I threw it at a bird, and it went straight to the plate.”星期天早晨，东尼跑到院子里跟小狗玩。
恰巧，一直小鸟落在狗舍上，东尼就用石头砸它。
突然，这个小男孩哭了起来。
妈妈跑过去问出了什么事。
他哭着说：“我姐姐盘子摔碎了，她打了我！”“为什么？”“我拿石头砸一直小年，但是却打碎了姐姐的盘子。
”Such was my naught brother.哎，这是我淘气的弟弟。
（2）Dream Collector梦想收藏家Wendy was a happy girl,but she didn’t have a hobby.温迪是一个快乐的女孩子，但是她没有业余爱好。
All her friends had hobbies,but she didn’t have one.她所有的朋友都有业余爱好，但是她没有。
Her friend Julie liked to play the violin.她的朋友朱丽喜欢拉小提琴。
五初中英语故事调皮的猴子（共五则）
五初中英语故事调皮的猴子（共五则）第一篇：五初中英语故事调皮的猴子Story 4 Naughty Monkey 故事四调皮的猴子It’s very hot.An old man is asleep on the chair.A fly comes and sits on the end of the man’s nose.天气很热。
一位老人在椅子上睡着了。
一只苍蝇飞来落在老人的鼻子上。
The old man has a naughty monkey.He chases the fly.老人有一只顽皮的猴子。
猴子在追打苍蝇。
The fly comes back again and sits on the old man’s nose again.The monkey chases it away again and again.苍蝇再次飞落在老人的鼻子上，猴子一再追打苍蝇。
This happens five or six times.The monkey is very angry.He jumps up, runs to the garden and picks up a large stone.这样往返了五六次，猴子很生气。
他跳着跑到花园，捡起一块大石头。
When the fly sits on the old man’s nose again, the monkey hits it hard with the stone.当苍蝇再次落在老人的鼻子上时，猴子用石头击中老人的鼻子上的苍蝇。
He kills the fly and breaks the old man’s nose.他砸死了苍蝇也打破了老人的鼻子。
What does the monkey do to the fly? A.He breaks the fly’s nose.B.He hits the fly hard with the stick.C.He hits the fly hard with the stone and kills the fly.第二篇：关于猴子挖井的故事山上住着一群猴子，它们没有水喝，准备在屋前挖一口井。
小学英语 安徒生童话系列(四)the LEAP-FROG阅读素材
the LEAP-FROGA Flea， a Grasshopper，and a Leap-frog oncewanted to see which cou ld jump highest；and theyinvited the whole world，and everybody els e besideswho chose to come to see the festival. Three famousjumpers were they，as everyone would say，whenthey all met together in the room.“I will give my daughter to him who jumpshighest，”exclaimed the King；“for it is not soamusing where there is no prize to jump for.”the Flea was the first to step forward. He had exquisite manners，and bowed to thecompany on all sides；for he had noble blood，and was，moreover，accustomed to thesociety of man alone；and that makes a GREat diffe rence.then came the Grasshopper. He was considerably heavier，but he was well-mannered，andwore a GREen uniform，which he had by right of b irth；he said，moreover，that hebelonged to a very ancient Egyptia n family，and that in the house where he then was，he wasthought much of. The fact was，he had been just brought out of the fiel ds，and put in apasteboard house，three stories high，all made of court-cards，with the colored sideinwards；and doors and windows c ut out of the body of the Queen of Hearts.“I sing so well，”said he，“that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy，andyet got nohouse built of cards to live in，grew thinner than the y were before for sheer vexation whenthey heard me.”It was thus that the Flea and the Grasshopper gave an account of t hemselves，andthought they were quite good enough to marry a Princess.the Leap-frog said nothing；but people gave it as their opinion，t hat he therefore thoughtthe more；and when the housedog snuffed at him with his nose，he confessed the Leap-frogwas of good family. Th e old councillor，who had had three orders given him to make him holdhis 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 theback of the man who writes the almanac.“I say nothing，it is true，”exclaimed the King；“but I have my ownopinion，notwithstanding.”Now the trial was to take place. The Flea jumped so high that nobo dy could see where hewent to；so they all asserted he had not jum ped at all；and that was dishonorable.the Grasshopper jumped only half as high；but he leaped into the K ing's face，who saidthat was ill-mannered.the Leap-frog stood still for a long time lost in thought；it was believed at last he wouldnot jump at all.“I only hope he is not unwell，”said the house-dog；when，pop！he made a jump all onone 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 toher i s the highest jump that can be made；but for this，one must poss ess understanding，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. Ijumped the high est；but in this world merit seldom meets its reward. A fine exter ior is whatpeople look at now-a-days.”the Flea then went into foreign service，where，it is said，he w as killed.the Grasshopper sat without on a GREen bank，and reflected on world ly things；and hesaid too，“Yes， a fine exterior is everything——a fine exterior is what peop le care about.”Andthen he began chirping his peculiar melancholy so ng，from which we have taken this history；and which may，very possibly，be all untrue，although it does sta nd here printed in black andwhite.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。
小学英语安徒生童话系列二TheStorks阅读素材
the Storksby Hans Christian Andersen（1838）ON the last house in a little village the storks hadbuilt a nest，and the mother stork sat in it with herfour young ones，who stre tched out their necksand pointed their black beaks，which had not y etturned red like those of the parent birds. A little wayoff，on t he edge of the roof，stood the fatherstork，quite upright and stif f；not liking to bequite idle，he drew up one leg，and stood on theother，so still that it seemed almost as if he were carved in wood. “It must look very grand，”thought he，“for my wife to have a sentry guarding her nest. They do not know that I am herhusband；they will think I have been commanded to s tand here，which is quite aristocratic；”and so he continued standin g on one leg.In the street below were a number of children at play，and when t hey caught sight of thestorks，one of the boldest amongst the boys began to sing a song about them，and verysoon he was joined by the rest. These are the words of the song，but each only sang wha t hecould remember of them in his own way.“S tork，stork，fly away，Stand not on one leg，I pray，See your wife is in her nest，Withher little ones at rest. they will hang one，And fry another；They will shoot a third，And roasthis brother.”“Just hear what those boys are singing，”said the young storks；“they say we shall behanged and roasted.”“Never mind what they say；you need not listen，”said the mother. “They can do noharm.”But the boys went on singing and pointing at the storks，and mocki ng at them，excepting one of the boys whose name was Peter；he said it was a shame to make fun ofanimals，and would not join with them at all . The mother stork comforted her young ones，and told them not to mind. “See，”she said，“How quiet your father stands，although he isonly on one leg.”“But we are very much frightened，”said the young storks，and th ey drew back theirheads into the nests.the next day when the children were playing together，and saw the storks，they sang thesong again—“they will hang one，And roast another.”“Shall we be hanged and roasted？”asked the young storks.“No，certainly not，”said the mother. “I will teach you to fly，and when you have learnt，we will fly into the meadows，and pay a visit to the frogs，who will bow themselves to us inthe water，and cry 'Croak，croak，' and then we shall eat them up；that will be fun.”“And what next？”asked the young storks.“then，”replied the mother，“all the storks in the country will assemble together，and gothroug h their autumn manoeuvres，so that it is very important for every one to know how tofly properly. If they do not，the general will thrust them through with his beak，and kill them.Therefore you musttake pains and learn，so as to be ready when the drilling begins .”“then we may be killed after all，as the boys say；and hark！t hey are singing again.”“Listen to me，and not to them，”said the mother stork. “After the GREat review is over，we shall fly away to warm countries far from hence，where there ar e mountains and forests. ToEgypt，where we shall see three-cornered houses built of stone，with pointed tops that reachnearly to the cl ouds. They are called Pyramids，and are older than a stork could i magine；andin that country，there is a river that overflows its ba nks，and then goes back，leavingnothing but mire；there we can wa lk about，and eat frogs in abundance.”“Oh，o—h！”cried the young storks.“Yes，it is a delightful place；there is nothing to do all d ay long but eat，and while weare so well off out there，in this country there will not be a single GREen leaf on the trees，and the weather will be so cold that the clouds will freeze，and fall on the earth in little whiterags.”The stork meant snow，but she could not explain it in any other way.“Will the naughty boys freeze and fall in pieces？” asked the young storks.“No， they will not freeze and fall into pieces，” said the mother，“but they will be very cold， and be obliged to sit all day in a dark， gloomy room，while we shall be flying about in foreign lands， where there are blooming flowers and warm sunshine.”Time passed on， and the young storks GREw so large that they could stand upright in the nest and look about them. The father brought them， every day，beautiful frogs， little snakes， and all kinds of stork-dainties that he could find. And then， how funny it was to see the tricks he would perform to amuse them. Hewould lay his head quite round over his tail， and clatter with his beak， as if it had been a rattle； and then he would tell them stories all about the marshes and fens.“Come，” said the mother one day，“Now you must learn to fly.” And all the four young ones were obliged to come out on the top of the roof. Oh， how they tottered at first， and were obliged to balance themselves with their wings， or they would have fallen to the ground below.“Look a t me，” said the mother，“you must hold your heads in this way，and place your feet so. Once， twice， once， twice—that is it. Now you will be able to take care of yourselves in the world.”then she flew a little distance from them， and the young ones made a spring to follow her； but down they fell plump， for their bodies were still too heavy.“I don't want to fly，” said one of the young storks， creeping back into the nest. “I don't care about going to warm countries.”“Would you like to stay here and freeze when the winter comes？” said the mother，“or till the boys comes to hang you， or to roast you？—Well then， I'll call them.”“Oh no， no，” said the young stork， jumping out on the roof with the others； and now they were all attentive， and by the third day could fly a little. Then they began to fancy they could soar， so they tried to do so， resting on their wings， but they soon found themselves falling， and had to flap their wings as quickly as possible. The boys came again in the street singing their song：—“Stork， stork，fly away.”“Shall we fly down， and pick their eyes out？” asked the young storks.“No； leave them alone，” said the mother. “Listen to me； that is much more important. Now then. One-two-three. Now to the right. One-two-three. Now to the left， round the chimney. There now， that was very good. That last flap of the wings was so easy and graceful， that I shall give you permission to fly with me to-morrow to the marshes. There will be a number of very superior storks there with their families， and I expect you to show them that my children are the best broughtup of any who may be present. You must strut about proudly—it will look well and make you respected.”“But may we not punish those naughty boys？” asked the young storks.“No； let them scream away as much as they like. You can fly from them now up high amid the clouds， and will be in the land of the pyramids when they are freezing，and have not a GREen leaf on the trees or an apple to eat.”“We will revenge ourselves，” whisper ed the young storks to each other，as they again joined the exercising.Of all the boys in the street who sang the mocking song about the storks，not one was so determined to go on with it as he who first began it. Yet he was a little fellow not more than six years old. To the young storks he appeared at least a hundred， for he was so much bigger than their father and mother. To be sure，storks cannot be expected to know how old children and grown-up people are. So they determined to have their revenge on this boy， because he began the song first and would keep on with it. The young storks were very angry， and GREw worse as they grew older； so at last their mother was obliged to promise that they should be revenged， but not until the day of their departure.“We must see first， how you acquit yourselves at the grand review，” said she. “If you get on badly there， the general will thrust his beak through you，and you will be killed， as the boys said， though not exactly in the same manner. So we must wait and see.”“You shall see，” said the young birds， and then they took such pains and practised so well every day， that at last it was quite a pleasure to see them fly so lightly and prettily. As soon as the autumn arrived， all the storks began to assemble together before taking their departure for warm countries during the winter. Then the review commenced. They flew over forests and villages to show what they could do， for they had a long journey before them. The young storks performed their part so well that they received a mark of honor， with frogs and snakes as a present. These presents were the best part of the affair， for they could eat the frogs and snakes， which they very quickly did.“Now let us have our revenge，” they cried.“Yes， certainly，” cried the mother stork. “I have thought upon the best way to be revenged. I know the pond in which all the little children lie， waiting till the storks come to take them to their parents. The prettiest little babies lie there dreaming more sweetly than they will ever dream in the time to come. All parents are glad to have a little child， and children are so pleased with a little brother or sister. Now we will fly to the pond and fetch a little baby for each of the children who did not sing that naughty song to make game of the storks.”“But the naughty boy， who began the song first， what shall we do to him？” cried the young storks.“there lies in the pond a little dead baby who has dreamed itself to death，” said the mother. “We will take it to the naughty bo y， and he will cry because we have brought him a little dead brother. But you have not forgotten the good boy who said it was a shame to laugh at animals： we will take him a little brother and sister too， because he was good. He is called Peter， and you shall all be called Peter in future.”So they all did what their mother had arranged， and from that day， even till now， all the storks have been called Peter.。
小学英语安徒生童话系列四theLEAP_FROG阅读素材2
the LEAP-FROGA Flea， a Grasshopper，and a Leap-frog oncewanted to see which cou ld jump highest；and theyinvited the whole world，and everybody els e besideswho chose to come to see the festival. Three famousjumpers were they，as everyone would say，whenthey all met together in the room.“I will give my daughter to him who jumpshighest，”exclaimed the King；“for it is not soamusing where there is no prize to jump for.”the Flea was the first to step forward. He had exquisite manners，and bowed to thecompany on all sides；for he had noble blood，and was，moreover，accustomed to thesociety of man alone；and that makes a GREat diffe rence.then came the Grasshopper. He was considerably heavier，but he was well-mannered，andwore a GREen uniform，which he had by right of b irth；he said，moreover，that hebelonged to a very ancient Egyptia n family，and that in the house where he then was，he wasthought much of. The fact was，he had been just brought out of the fiel ds，and put in apasteboard house，three stories high，all made of court-cards，with the colored sideinwards；and doors and windows c ut out of the body of the Queen of Hearts.“I sing so well，”said he，“that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy，andyet got nohouse built of cards to live in，grew thinner than the y were before for sheer vexation whenthey heard me.”It was thus that the Flea and the Grasshopper gave an account of t hemselves，andthought they were quite good enough to marry a Princess.the Leap-frog said nothing；but people gave it as their opinion，t hat he therefore thoughtthe more；and when the housedog snuffed at him with his nose，he confessed the Leap-frogwas of good family. Th e old councillor，who had had three orders given him to make him holdhis 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 theback of the man who writes the almanac.“I say nothing，it is true，”exclaimed the King；“but I have my ownopinion，notwithstanding.”Now the trial was to take place. The Flea jumped so high that nobo dy could see where hewent to；so they all asserted he had not jum ped at all；and that was dishonorable.the Grasshopper jumped only half as high；but he leaped into the K ing's face，who saidthat was ill-mannered.the Leap-frog stood still for a long time lost in thought；it was believed at last he wouldnot jump at all.“I only hope he is not unwell，”said the house-dog；when，pop！he made a jump all onone 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 toher i s the highest jump that can be made；but for this，one must poss ess understanding，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. Ijumped the high est；but in this world merit seldom meets its reward. A fine exter ior is whatpeople look at now-a-days.”the Flea then went into foreign service，where，it is said，he w as killed.the Grasshopper sat without on a GREen bank，and reflected on world ly things；and hesaid too，“Yes， a fine exterior is everything——a fine exterior is what peop le care about.”Andthen he began chirping his peculiar melancholy so ng，from which we have taken this history；and which may，very possibly，be all untrue，although it does sta nd here printed in black andwhite.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。
小学英语安徒生童话系列(四)theLEAP_FROG阅读素材
the LEAP-FROGA Flea，a Grasshopper，and a Leap-frog oncewanted to see which cou ld jump highest；and theyinvited the whole world，and everybody els e besideswho chose to come to see the festival.Three famousjumpers were they，as everyone would say，whenthey all met together in the room.“I will give my daughter to him who jumpshighest，”exclaimed the King；“for it is not soamusing where there is no prize to jump for.”the Flea was the first to step forward.He had exquisite manners，and bowed to thecompany on all sides；for he had noble blood，and was，moreover，accustomed to thesociety of man alone；and that makes a GREat diffe rence.then came the Grasshopper.He was considerably heavier，but he was well-mannered，andwore a GREen uniform，which he had by right of b irth；he said，moreover，that hebelonged to a very ancient Egyptia n family，and that in the house where he then was，he wasthought much of.The fact was，he had been just brought out of the fiel ds，and put in apasteboard house，three stories high，all made of court-cards，with the colored sideinwards；and doors and windows c ut out of the body of the Queen of Hearts.“I sing so well，”said he，“that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy，andyet got nohouse built of cards to live in，grew thinner than the y were before for sheer vexation whenthey heard me.”It was thus that the Flea and the Grasshopper gave an account of t hemselves，andthought they were quite good enough to marry a Princess.the Leap-frog said nothing；but people gave it as their opinion，t hat he therefore thoughtthe more；and when the housedog snuffed at him with his nose，he confessed the Leap-frogwas of good family.Th e old councillor，who had had three orders given him to make him holdhis 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 theback of the man who writes the almanac.“I say nothing，it is true，”exclaimed the King；“but I have my ownopinion，notwithstanding.”Now the trial was to take place.The Flea jumped so high that nobo dy could see where hewent to；so they all asserted he had not jum ped at all；and that was dishonorable.the Grasshopper jumped only half as high；but he leaped into the K ing's face，who saidthat was ill-mannered.the Leap-frog stood still for a long time lost in thought；it was believed at last he wouldnot jump at all.“I only hope he is not unwell，”said the house-dog；when，pop！he made a jump all onone 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 toher i s the highest jump that can be made；but for this，one must poss ess understanding，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.Ijumped the high est；but in this world merit seldom meets its reward.A fine exter ior is whatpeople look at now-a-days.”the Flea then went into foreign service，where，it is said，he w as killed.the Grasshopper sat without on a GREen bank，and reflected on world ly things；and hesaid too，“Yes，a fine exterior is everything——a fine exterior is what peop le care about.”Andthen he began chirping his peculiar melancholy so ng，from which we have taken this history；and which may，very possibly，be all untrue，although it does sta nd here printed in black andwhite.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。
小学英语安徒生童话系列(二)TheStorks阅读素材
the Storksby Hans Christian Andersen（1838）ON the last house in a little village the storks hadbuilt a nest，and the mother stork sat in it with herfour young ones，who stre tched out their necksand pointed their black beaks，which had not y etturned red like those of the parent birds.A little wayoff，on t he edge of the roof，stood the fatherstork，quite upright and stif f；not liking to bequite idle，he drew up one leg，and stood on theother，so still that it seemed almost as if he were carved in wood. “It must look very grand，”thought he，“for my wife to have a sentry guarding her nest.They do not know that I am herhusband；they will think I have been commanded to s tand here，which is quite aristocratic；”and so he continued standin g on one leg.In the street below were a number of children at play，and when t hey caught sight of thestorks，one of the boldest amongst the boys began to sing a song about them，and verysoon he was joined by the rest.These are the words of the song，but each only sang wha t hecould remember of them in his own way.“Stork，stork，fly away，Stand not on one leg，I pray，See your wife is in her nest，Withher little ones at rest.they will hang one，And fry another；They will shoot a third，And roasthis brother.”“Just hear what those boys are singing，”said the young storks；“they say we shall behanged and roasted.”“Never mind what they say；you need not listen，”said the mother. “They can do noharm.”But the boys went on singing and pointing at the storks，and mocki ng at them，excepting one of the boys whose name was Peter；he said it was a shame to make fun ofanimals，and would not join with them at all .The mother stork comforted her young ones，and told them not to mind. “See，”she said，“How quiet your father stands，although he isonly on one leg.”“But we are very much frightened，”said the young storks，and th ey drew back theirheads into the nests.the next day when the children were playing together，and saw the storks，they sang thesong again—“they will hang one，And roast another.”“Shall we be hanged and roasted？”asked the young storks.“No，certainly not，”said the mother. “I will teach you to fly，and when you have learnt，we will fly into the meadows，and pay a visit to the frogs，who will bow themselves to us inthe water，and cry'Croak，croak，'and then we shall eat them up；that will be fun.”“And what next？”asked the young storks.“then，”replied the mother，“all the storks in the country will assemble together，and gothroug h their autumn manoeuvres，so that it is very important for every one to know how tofly properly.If they do not，the general will thrust them through with his beak，and kill them.Therefore you musttake pains and learn，so as to be ready when the drilling begins .”“then we may be killed after all，as the boys say；and hark！t hey are singing again.”“Listen to me，and not to them，”said the mother stork. “After the GREat review is over，we shall fly away to warm countries far from hence，where there ar e mountains and forests.ToEgypt，where we shall see three-cornered houses built of stone，with pointed tops that reachnearly to the cl ouds.They are called Pyramids，and are older than a stork could i magine；andin that country，there is a river that overflows its ba nks，and then goes back，leavingnothing but mire；there we can wa lk about，and eat frogs in abundance.”“Oh，o—h！”cried the young storks.“Yes，it is a delightful place；there is nothing to do all d ay long but eat，and while weare so well off out there，in this country there will not be a single GREen leaf on the trees，and the weather will be so cold that the clouds will freeze，and fall on the earth in little whiterags.”The stork meant snow，but she could not explain it in any other way.“Will the naughty boys freeze and fall in pieces？”asked the young storks.“No， they will not freeze and fall into pieces，”said the mother，“but they will be very cold， and be obliged to sit all day in a dark， gloomy room，while we shall be flying about in foreign lands， where there are blooming flowers and warm sunshine.”Time passed on， and the young storks GREw so large that they could stand upright in the nest and look about them. The father brought them， every day，beautiful frogs， little snakes， and all kinds of stork-dainties that he could find. And then， how funny it was to see the tricks he would perform to amuse them. Hewould lay his head quite round over his tail， and clatter with his beak， as if it had been a rattle； and then he would tell them stories all about the marshes and fens.“Come，”said the mother one day，“Now you must learn to fly.”And all the four young ones were obliged to come out on the top of the roof. Oh， how they tottered at first， and were obliged to balance themselves with their wings， or they would have fallen to the ground below.“Look at me，”said the mother，“you must hold your heads in this way，and place your feet so. Once， twice， once， twice—that is it. Now you will be able to take care of yourselves in the world.”then she flew a little distance from them， and the young ones made a spring to follow her； but down they fell plump， for their bodies were still too heavy.“I don't want to fly，”said one of the young storks， creeping back into the nest. “I don't care about going to warm countries.”“Would you like to stay here and freeze when the winter comes？”said the mother，“or till the boys comes to hang you， or to roast you？—Well then， I'll call them.”“Oh no， no，” said the young stork， jumping out on the roof with the others； and now they were all attentive， and by the third day could fly a little. Then they began to fancy they could soar， so they tried to do so， resting on their wings， but they soon found themselves falling， and had to flap their wings as quickly as possible. The boys came again in the street singing their song：—“Stork， stork， fly away.”“Shall we fly down， and pick their eyes out？” asked the young storks.“No； leave them alone，”said the mother. “Listen to me； that is much more important. Now then. One-two-three. Now to the right. One-two-three. Now to the left， round the chimney. There now， that was very good. That last flap of the wings was so easy and graceful， that I shall give you permission to fly with me to-morrow to the marshes. There will be a number of very superior storks there with their families， and I expect you to show them that my children are the best broughtup of any who may be present. You must strut about proudly—it will look well and make you respected.”“But may we not punish those naughty boys？” asked the young storks.“No； let them scream away as much as they like. You can fly from them now up high amid the clouds， and will be in the land of the pyramids when they are freezing， and have not a GREen leaf on the trees or an apple to eat.”“We will revenge ourselves，” whispered the young storks to each other，as they again joined the exercising.Of all the boys in the street who sang the mocking song about the storks，not one was so determined to go on with it as he who first began it. Yet he was a little fellow not more than six years old. To the young storks he appeared at least a hundred， for he was so much bigger than their father and mother. To be sure，storks cannot be expected to know how old children and grown-up people are. So they determined to have their revenge on this boy， because he began the song first and would keep on with it. The young storks were very angry， and GREw worse as they grew older； so at last their mother was obliged to promise that they should be revenged， but not until the day of their departure.“We must see first， how you acquit yourselves at the grand review，”said she. “If you get on badly there， the general will thrust his beak through you，and you will be killed， as the boys said， though not exactly in the same manner. So we must wait and see.”“You shall see，” said the young birds， and then they took such pains and practised so well every day， that at last it was quite a pleasure to see them fly so lightly and prettily. As soon as the autumn arrived， all the storks began to assemble together before taking their departure for warm countries during the winter. Then the review commenced. They flew over forests and villages to show what they could do， for they had a long journey before them. The young storks performed their part so well that they received a mark of honor， with frogs and snakes as a present. These presents were the best part of the affair， for they could eat the frogs and snakes， which they very quickly did.“Now let us have our revenge，” they cried.“Yes， certainly，”cried the mother stork. “I have thought upon the best way to be revenged. I know the pond in which all the little children lie， waiting till the storks come to take them to their parents. The prettiest little babies lie there dreaming more sweetly than they will ever dream in the time to come. All parents are glad to have a little child， and children are so pleased with a little brother or sister. Now we will fly to the pond and fetch a little baby for each of the children who did not sing that naughty song to make game of the storks.”“But the naughty boy， who began the song first， what shall we do to him？”cried the young storks.“there lies in the pond a little dead baby who has dreamed itself to death，”said the mother. “We will take it to the naughty boy， and he will cry because we have brought him a little dead brother. But you have not forgotten the good boy who said it was a shame to laugh at animals： we will take him a little brother and sister too， because he was good. He is called Peter， and you shall all be called Peter in future.”So they all did what their mother had arranged， and from that day， even till now， all the storks have been called Peter.。
安徒生童话：The Naughty Boy 顽皮的孩子
安徒生童话：The Naughty Boy 顽皮的孩子kira86 于2009-06-22发布l 已有2427人浏览外教任意选，每天陪你练口语提前下载-公交车上也能听英语英语口语8000句Once upon a time there was an old poet-one of thosegood, honest old poets. One evening, as he was sOnce upon a time there was an old poet-one of those good, honest old poets. One evening, as he was sitting quietly in his home, a terrible storm broke out-the rain poured down in torrents-but the old poet sat warm and cozy in his study, for a fire blazed brightly in his stove and roasting apples sizzled and hissed beside it."There won't be a dry stitch on anybody out in this rain," he told himself. You see, he was a very kindhearted old poet."Oh, please open the door for me! I'm so cold and wet!" cried a little child outside his house. Then it knocked at the door, while the rain poured down and the wind shook all the windows."Why, the poor little child!" cried the old poet as he hurried to open the door. Before him stood a naked little boy, with the water streaming down from his yellowhair! He was shivering, and would certainly have perished in the storm had he not been let in."You poor little fellow!" said the poet again, and took him by the hand. "Come in, and we'll soon have you warmed up! I shall give you some wine and a roasted apple, for you're such a pretty little boy."And he really was pretty! His eyes sparkled like two bright stars, and his hair hung in lovely curls, even though the water was still streaming from it. He looked like a little angel, but he was pale with the cold and shivering in every limb. In his hand he held a beautiful little bow-and-arrow set, but the bow had been ruined by the rain, and all the colors on the arrows had run together.The old poet quickly sat down by the stove and took the little boy on his knee. He dried the child's hair, rubbed the blue little hands vigorously, and heated some sweet wine for him. And pretty soon the little boy felt better; the roses came back to his cheeks, and he jumped down from the old man's lap and danced around the old poet."You're a cheerful boy," laughed the old man. "What's your name?""My name is Cupid," was the reply. "Don't you know me? There lies my bow, and I can certainly shoot with it, too. Look, the storm is over and the moon is shining!" "Yes," the old poet said, "but I'm afraid the rain has spoiled your bow.""That would be a shame," replied the little boy as he looked the bow over carefully. "No, it's already dry again, and the string is good and tight. No damage done. I guess I'll try it." Then he fitted an arrow to his bow, aimed it, and shot the good old poet right through the heart!"Do you see now that my bow is not spoiled?" he said laughingly, and ran out of the house. Wasn't he a naughty boy to shoot the good old poet who had been so kind to him, taken him into his warm room, and given him his delicious wine and his best apple?The good poet lay on the floor and wept, because he really had been shot right through the heart. "What a naughty boy that Cupid is!" he cried. "I must warn all the good children, so that they will be careful and never play with him. Because he will certainly do them some harm!" So he warned all the good children, and they were very careful to keep away from that naughty Cupid.But he is very clever and he tricks them all the time. When the students are going home from the lectures, he runs beside them, with a black coat on and a book under his arm. They don't recognize him, but they take his arm, thinking he is a student, too, and then he sends his arrows into their hearts. And when the girls are in church to be confirmed, he is likely to catch them and shoot his darts into them. Yes, he is always after people!In the theater he sits up in the big chandelier, burning so brightly that people think he's a lamp, but they soon find out better. He runs about the king's garden and onthe rampart, and once he even shot your father and mother right through the heart! Just ask them, and you'll hear what they say.Yes, he's a bad boy, this Cupid-you had better never have anything to do with him, for he is after all of you. And what do you think? A long time ago he even shot an arrow into your poor old grandmother! The wound has healed up, but she will never forget it.Saucy Cupid! But now you know all about him, and what a naughty boy he is!。
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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。
有一天晚上，他坐在家里，外面起了一阵可怕的风暴。
雨在倾盆地下着；不过这位老诗人坐在炉旁，又温暖，又舒适。
火在熊熊地燎着，苹果烤得咝咝地发响。
“这样的天气，外面的穷苦人身上恐怕没有一根纱是干的了。
”他说，因为他是一位心肠非常好的老诗人。
“啊，请开门！我非常冷，衣服也全湿透了。
”外面有一个小孩子在叫。
他哭起来，敲着门。
这时雨正在倾盆地下着，风把所有的窗扉吹得呼呼地响。