小学英语 英语故事(童话故事)The Gardener and the Family 园丁和主人
The Gardener and the Family 园丁和主人FOUR or five miles from the capital stood an old manor, with thick walls, tower, and pointed gables.Here lived, but only in the summer-time, a noble family: this manor was the best and most beautiful of all the estates they possessed: outside, it looked as if it were newly built, and inside was very comfortable and cosy. The family coat of arms was carved in stone over the door, lovely roses twined themselves over the coat of arms and over the balcony, and a beautiful lawn stretched out before the house: there were red thorns and white thorns, and rare flowers even outside of the hot-house. The family had a very good gardener; it was a treat to see the flower garden, the fruit and kitchen gardens. Up to this time there was still a part of the original old garden, with some box hedges, cut in the shapes of crowns and pyramids. Behind these stood two old trees: they were nearly always leafless, and one could easily believe that a wind storm or a water-spout had strewn them over with great clumps of manure, but every clump was a bird’s nest.Here from time immemorial a swarm of screaming crows and rooks had built their nests. It was a whole bird town and the birds were the proprietors, the eldest branch of the. family, the real masters of the estate. None of the people down there concerned them, but they tolerated these low walking creatures, although they sometimes shot with guns, so that it gave the birds shivers along the spine, and every bird flew up in a fright and shrieked “Rak! Rak!” The gardener talked often to his master about cutting down the old trees, they did not look well, and if they were taken away, one would most probably be free from the screaming birds-they would search for another place then. But the master would neither be free from the trees nor the swarms of birds-it was something which the estate could not lose, it was something from the old times, and one ought not to wipe that out entirely.“The trees are now the birds’ inheritance, let them keep it, my good Larsen!”The gardener was called Larsen, but that is of no further importance.“Have you, little Larsen, not enough room for working the whole of the flower garden, the greenhouses, the fruit and kitchen gardens?”These he had, and nursed them, loved them, and cared for them with earnestness and capability, and the family knew that, but they did not hide from him that when visiting they often ate fruit and saw flowers which excelled what they had in their own garden, and that distressed the gardener, for he wished to do his best and he did his best. He was good of heart, and good in his work.One day the master called him and said in all mildness and dignity that the day before, when with distinguished friends, they had got a variety of apples and pears, so juicy and so well flavoured that all the guests had exclaimed in admiration. The fruit was certainly not native, but it ought to be brought in and made at home here if the climate allowed it. One knew that it had been bought in town at the principal fruiterer’s: the gardener should ride in and get to know where these apples and pears came from and order cuttings.The gardener knew the fruiterer very well, for it was to him that he sold, on the proprietor’s account, the surplus of the fruit which was grown in the gardens of the estate.And the gardener went to town and asked the fruiterer where he got these highly prized apples and pears.“They are from your own garden!” said the fruiterer, and showed him both apples and pears, which he knew again.How delighted the gardener was! He hurried home and told the family that both the apples and pears were from their own garden.The family could not believe that. “That is impossible, Larsen! Can you get a written assurance from the fruiterer?”And that he could, and so he brought a written assurance.“That is extraordinary!” said the master.Every day now great dishes of these lovely apples and pears from their own garden were brought to the table, baskets and barrels of these fruits were sent to friends in the town and country and even to other countries. It was a great joy! It must be said, however, that these had been two remarkable summers for fruit trees; over all the country these had succeeded well.Time passed; the family one day dined with the court. The day after, the gardener was sent for by his master. They had at dinner got melons from His Majesty’s greenhouse which were so juicy and so full of flavour.“You must go to His Majesty’s gardener, good Larsen, and get for us some of the seeds of these precious melons.”“But His Majesty’s gardener has got the seeds from us!” said the gardener, quite delighted.“Then the man has known how to bring them to a higher development,” answered the master; “every melon was excellent!”“Yes, then I maybe proud!” said the gardener. “I may tell your lordship that the court gardener this year has not been successful with his melons, and when he saw how lovely ours were, and tasted them, he ordered three of them to be sent up to the castle.”“Larsen! don’t imagine that they were the melons from our garden!”“I believe it!” said the gardener, and he went to the court gardener and got from him a written assurance that the melons at the king’s table had come from the gardens of the manor.It was really a great surprise for the family, and they did not keep the story a secret; they showed the assurance, and they sent melon seeds far and wide, just as they had sent cuttings before.About these they got news that they caught on and set quite excellent fruit, and it was called after the family’s estate, so that the name could now be read in English, German, and French. They had never thought of that before.“If only the gardener won’t get too great an opinion of himself!” said the family. But he took it in another manner: he would only strive now to bring forward his name as one of the best gardeners in the country, and tried every year to bring outsomething excellent in the gardening line, and did it; but often he heard that the very first fruits he had brought, the apples and pears, were really the best, all later kinds stood far below. The melons had really been very good, but that was quite another thing; the strawberries could also be called excellent, but still no better than those on other estates; and when the radishes one year were a failure, they only talked about the unfortunate radishes and not about any other good thing which he had produced.It was almost as if the family felt a relief in saying, “It didn’t succeed this year, little Larsen!” They were very glad to be able to say, “It didn’t succeed this year!”Twice a week the gardener brought fresh flowers for the rooms, always so beautifully arranged; the colours came as it were into a stronger light with the contrasts. “You have taste, Larsen,” said the family; “it is a gift which is given to you from our Father, not of yourself!”One day he came with a big crystal bowl in which lay a water-lily leaf; on it was laid, with its long, thick stalk down in the water, a brilliant blue flower, as big as a sunflower.“The lotus flower of India,” exclaimed the family. They had never seen such a flower; and it was placed in the sunshine by day and in the evening in a reflex light. Every one who saw it found it both remarkable and rare, yes, even the highest young lady of the land, and she was the princess; she was both wise and good.The family did itself the honour of presenting it to the princess, and it went with her up to the castle.Now the master went down into the garden to pluck for himself a flower of the same kind, if such a one could be found, but there was not such a thing. So he called the gardener and asked him where he got the blue lotus from.“We have sought in vain,” said he; “we have been in the greenhouse and all round about!”“No, it is certainly not there!” said the gardener; “it is only a common flower from the kitchen-garden! but, indeed, isn’t it lovely! it looks like a blue cactus, and yet it is only the flower of the artichoke.”“You should have told us that at once!” said the master. “We imagined that it was a strange, rare flower. You have made fools of us before the princess! She saw the flower and thought it beautiful, but did not know it, and she is well up in botany, but that science has nothing to do with vegetables. How could it have entered your head, good Larsen, to send such a flower up to the house? It will make us look ridiculous!”And the lovely blue flower which was brought from the kitchen-garden was put out of the drawing-room, where it was not at home. The master made an apology to the princess and told her that the flower was only a vegetable which the gardener had taken the idea to present, but for which he had been given a good scolding. “That was a sin and a shame!” said the princess. “He has opened our eyes to a beautiful flower we had not noticed, he has shown us beauty where we did not expectto find it! The court gardener shall bring one up to my room every day, so long as the artichoke is in flower!”And so it was done.The family then told the gardener that he could again bring them a fresh artichoke flower.“It is really beautiful!” they said, and praised the gardener.“Larsen likes that,” said the family. “He is a spoilt child.”In the autumn there was a terrible storm. It got so violent during the night that many of the big trees in the outskirts of the wood were torn up by the roots, and to the great sorrow of the family, but to the joy of the gardener, the two big trees with all the birds’ nests were blown down. During the storm one heard the screaming of the rooks and the crows; they beat the windows with their wings, the people in the house said.“Now you are glad, Larsen,” said the master, “the storm has blown down the trees and the birds have gone to the woods. There are no more signs of old times; every sign and every allusion has gone; it has troubled us!”The gardener said nothing, but he thought of what he had long intended to do-to use the lovely sunshiny place which formerly he had no control over. It should become the pride of the garden and the delight of the family. The great trees had crushed and broken the old box-hedges with all their cut shapes. He raised here a thicket of plants, home-plants from field and forest.What no other gardener had thought of planting in the flower-garden, he set here in the kind of soil each should have, and in shade or sunshine as every kind required. He tended it in love, and it grew in magnificence.Snow-berry bushes from the heath in Jutland, in form and colour like Italian cypress; the smooth, prickly holly, always green, in winter’s cold and summer’s sun, stood there lovely to look at. In front grew ferns, many different kinds, some looked as if they were the children of palm trees, and some as if they were the parents of the fine, lovely plant we call Venus’s hair. Here stood the slighted burdock, which in its freshness is so beautiful that it can be put in a bouquet. The burdock stood on dry ground, but lower down in the damper soil grew the colt’s-foot, also a despised plant, and yet with its fine height and huge leaves so picturesquely beautiful. Fathom high, with flower above flower, like a huge, many-armed candelabrum, the cow’s lung-wort lifted itself. Here stood the wood-ruff, the marsh-marigold, and the lily of the valley, the wild calla, and the fine three-leaved wood-sorrel. It was a delight to see.In front, supported on wire fences, little French pear trees grew in rows; they got sun and good care, and very soon they bore big, juicy fruit, as in the country they came from.In place of the two leafless trees, there was a big flagstaff on which waved the Danish flag, and close beside it a pole, on which in summer and autumn hops with their sweet-smelling clusters twined themselves, but where in the winter, according to old custom, a sheaf of oats was raised that the birds of the air could have their meal at the joyous Christmas time.“The good Larsen is growing sentimental in his old age,” said the family; “but he is faithful and devoted to us.”At New Year time, one of the illustrated papers of the capital had a picture of the old manor; one saw the flagstaff and the sheaf of oats for the birds, and it was spoken of as a beautiful thought that an old custom should be brought into recognition and honour; so distinctive for the old manor.“All that Larsen does,” said the family, “they beat the drum for. He is a lucky man! we must almost be proud that we have him!”But they were not proud of it! They felt that they were the owners, they could give Larsen his dismissal; but they did not do that, they were good people, and there are so many good people of their class, that it is a good thing for every Larsen. Yes, that is the story of ‘The Gardener and the Family.’ Now you can think it over!。
启蒙儿童专用的10篇英语童话小故事
启蒙儿童专用的10篇英语童话小故事童话，儿童文学的一种体裁，通过丰富的想象、幻想和夸张来编写适合于儿童欣赏的故事。
童话常采用拟人的手法，赋予鸟兽虫鱼花草树木等生命，使其拥有人的思想感情。
以下是小编整理的启蒙儿童专用的10篇英语童话小故事，欢迎阅读分享。
儿童专用英语童话小故事1An old cock and a foxIt is evening。
An old cock is sitting in a tree。
A fox es to the tree and looks up at the cock。
"Hello，Mr Cock，I have good news for you，"says the fox。
"Oh"says thecock，"What good news for me?""All the animals are friends now。
"says the fox。
"Fine!"says the cock。
"I'm very glad to know that。
"Then he looks up、"Look!A dog ia ing this way。
""What?A dog?"says the fox。
"Well。
well，I must go now。
Goodbye，Mr Cock!""Wait，Mr Fox，Don't you like dogs?"Don't you like playing with the dog?Dogs are our friends now。
""But，。
but they may not know the news yet。
英语童话故事带翻译欣赏
英语童话故事带翻译欣赏英语故事能有效激发幼儿学习英语的兴趣,在为幼儿提供了良好语言训练的机会、建立语感的同时也树立了幼儿学习英语的信心。
店铺分享英语童话故事带翻译，希望可以帮助大家!英语童话故事带翻译：灰姑娘Cinderella is a beautiful girl. She has two ugly stepsisters. They are not kind to Cinderella. Cinderella does all of the work. She must cook, clean and do everything.灰姑娘是个美丽的女孩。
她有两个继母生的丑姊姊。
这两个姊姊对灰姑娘很不好。
所有的事都得要灰姑娘做。
她必须煮饭、洗衣，什么事她都要做。
One day, a letter comes to the house. It is a letter from the prince. He will have a big party. He would like the three girls to come. The prince wants to find a wife.有一天，家里收到一封信。
信是王子寄的。
他要举行盛大的宴会。
他希望三个女孩子能一起来。
王子要挑选王妃。
Cinderella can't go to the party because she doesn't have beautiful clothes. Her stepsisters have beautiful clothes. They look very happy. Cinderella is very sad.灰姑娘不能参加宴会，因为她没有漂亮的衣服。
她两个姊姊却有漂亮衣服。
她们的表情好愉快。
灰姑娘伤心透了。
Cinderella's stepsisters leave the house. They are going to the prince's party. Cinderella cries. She also wants to go to the party. Suddenly, a woman shows up. She is a kind fairy.灰姑娘的两个姊姊出门了。
100则英语小故事
100则英语小故事儿童英语故事、小学生英语故事儿童寓言故事Story 1 Three Good FriendsOne day, a monkey rides his bike near the river. This time he sees a lion under a tree. The lion runs at him. He is afraid and falls into the river. He can’t swim. He shouts. The rabbit hear s him. He jumps into the river. The rabbit swims to the monkey, but he can’t help him. Luckily, an elephant comes along. He is very strong. He helps the rabbit and monkey. Three friends are very happy. They go to the elephant’s home. Then, three of them become good friends.故事一三个好朋友一天，一只猴子在河边骑车。
这时他看见树下有一只狮子，狮子向他跑来。
他非常的害怕，掉进河里。
他不会游泳，大叫起来。
兔子听见了，跳进水里，但他却没有办法救猴子。
幸运的是，一只大象过来了。
大象非常强壮，救出了兔子和猴子。
他们来到大象的家，在那里吃了一顿大餐。
从此他们成了好朋友。
Story 2 A Good BoyLittle Robert asked his mother for two cents. "What did you do with the money I gave you yesterday?""I gave it to a poor old woman," he answered."You're a good boy," said the mother proudly. "Here are two cents more. But why are you so interested in the old woman?""She is the one who sells the candy."故事二好孩子小罗伯特向妈妈要两分钱。
小学英语 英语故事(童话故事)The Count's Beard 伯爵的胡子
The Count's Beard 伯爵的胡子The Count's BeardThe town of Pocapaglia was perched on the pinnacle of a hill so steep that its inhabitants tied little bags on the tail feathers of their hens to catch each freshly laid egg that otherwise would have gone rolling down the slopes into the woods below All of which goes to show that the people of Pocapaglia were not the dunces they were said to be, and that the proverb,In Pocapaglia waysThe donkey whistles, the master brays,merely reflected the malicious grudge the neighboring townspeople bore the Pocapaglians for their peaceful ways and their reluctance to quarrel with anyone "Yes, yes," was all the Pocapaglians would reply, "but just wait until Masino returns, and you will see who brays more, we or you"Everybody in Pocapaglia loved Masino, the smartest boy in town He was no stronger physically than anybody else; in fact, he even looked rather puny But he had always been very clever Concerned over how little he was at birth, his mother had bathed him in warm wine to keep him alive and make him a little stronger His father had heated the wine with a red-hot horseshoe That way Masino absorbed the subtlety of wine and the endurance of iron To cool him off after his bath, his mother cradled him in the shell of an unripened chestnut; it was bitter and gave him understanding At the time the Pocapaglians were awaiting the return of Masino, whom no one had seen since the day he went off to be a soldier (and who was now most likely somewhere in Africa), strange things started happening in Pocapaglia Every evening as the cattle came back from pasture in the plain below, an animal was whisked away by Micillina the WitchThe witch would hide in the woods at the foot of the hill, and all she needed to do was give one heavy puff, and she had herself an ox When the farmers heard her steal through the thicket after dark, their teeth would chatter, and everyone would fall down in a swoon That became so common that people took to saying:Beware of Micillina, that old witch, For all your oxen she will filch, Then train on you her crossed-eye, And wait for you to fall and dieAt night they began lighting huge bonfires to keep Micillina the Witch from venturing out of the woods But she would sneak up on the solitary farmer watching over cattle beside the bonfire and knock him out in one breath In the morning upon awaking, he'd find cows and oxen gone, and his friends would hear him weeping and moaning and hitting himself on the head Then everybody combed the woods for traces of the stolen cattle, but found only tufts of hair, hairpins, and footprints left here and there by Micillina the WitchThings went from bad to worse Shut up all the time in the barn, the cows grew as thin as rails A rake instead of a brush was all that was needed to groom them, from rib to rib Nobody dared lead the cattle to pasture any more Everyone stayed clear of the woods now, and the mushrooms that grew there went unpicked and got as big as umbrellasMicillina the Witch was not tempted to plunder other towns, knowing full well that calm and peace-loving people were to be found only in Pocapaglia There the poor farmers lit a big bonfire every night in the town square, while the women and children locked themselves indoors The men sat around the fire scratching their heads and groaning Day after day they scratched and groaned until a decision was finally reached to go to the count for helpThe count lived high above the town on a large circular estate surrounded by a massive wall The top of the wall was encrusted with sharp bits of glass One Sunday morning all the townsmen arrived, with hats in hand They knocked, the door swung open, and they filed into the courtyard before the court's round dwelling, which had bars at all the windows Around the courtyard sat the court's soldiers smoothing their mustaches with oil to make them shine and scowling at the farmers At the end of the courtyard, in a velvet chair, sat the count himself with his long black beard, which four soldiers were combing from head to footThe oldest farmer took heart and said, "Your Honor, we have dared come to you about our misfortune As our cattle go into the woods, Micillina the Witch appears and makes off with them" So, amid sighs and groans, with the other farmers nodding in assent, he told the count all about their nightmareThe count remained silent"We have come here," said the old man, "to be so bold as to ask Your Honor's advice" The count remained silent"We have come here," he added, "to be so bold as to ask Your Honor to help us If you assigned us an escort of soldiers, we could again take our cattle down to pasture" The count shook his head "If I let you have the soldiers," he said, "I must also let you have the captain"The farmers listened, hardly daring to hope"But if the captain is away in the evening," said the count, "who can I play lotto with?"The farmers fell to their knees "Help us, noble count, for pity's sake!" The soldiers around the courtyard yawned and stroked their mustachesAgain the count shook his head and said:I am the count and I count for three; No witch have I seen, So, no witch has there beenAt those words and still yawning, the soldiers picked up their guns and, with bayonets extended, moved slowly toward the farmers, who turned and filed silently out of the courtyardBack in the town square and completely discouraged, the farmers had no idea what to do next But the senior of them all, the one who had spoken to the count, said, "There's nothing left to do but send for Masino!"So they wrote Masino a letter and sent it to Africa Then one evening, while they were all gathered around the bonfire as usual, Masino returned Imagine the welcome they gave him, the embraces, the pots of hot, spiced wine! "Where on earth have you been? What did you see? If you only knew what we have been going through!"Masino let them have their say, then he had his "In Africa I saw cannibals who ate not men but locusts; in the desert I saw a madman who had let his fingernails grow twelve meters long to dig for water; in the sea I saw a fish with a shoe and a slipper who wanted to be king of the other fish, since no other fish possessed shoe or slipper; in Sicily I saw a woman with seventy sons and only one kettle; in Naples I saw people who walked while standing still, since the chatter of other people kept them going;I saw sinners and I saw saints; I saw fat people and people no bigger than mites; many, many frightened souls did I see, but never so many as here in Pocapaglia" The farmers hung their heads in shame, for Masino had hit a sensitive spot in suggesting they were cowards But Masino was not cross with his fellow townsmen He asked for a detailed account of the witch's doings, then said, "Let me ask you three questions, and at the stroke of midnight I'll go out and catch the witch and bring her back to you""Let's hear your questions! Out with them!" they all said"The first question is for the barber How many people came to you this month?" The barber replied:"Long beards, short beards, Fine beards, coarse beards, Locks straight, locks curly, All I trimmèd(sic) in a hurry""Your turn now, cobbler How many people brought you their old shoes to mend this month?""Alas!" began the cobbler:"Shoes of wood, shoes of leather, Nail by nail I hammered back together, Mended shoes of satin and shoes of serpent But there's nothing left to do, All their money is spent""The third question goes to you, rope maker How much rope did you sell this month?" The rope maker replied:"Rope galore of every sort I sold: Hemp rope, braided, wicker, cord, Needle-thin to arm-thick, Lard-soft to iron-strongThis month I couldn't go wrong""Very well," said Masino, stretching out by the fire "I'm now going to sleep for a few hours, I'm very tired Wake me up at midnight and I'll go after the witch" He put his hat over his face and fell asleepThe farmers kept perfectly quiet until midnight, not even daring to breathe, for fear of awaking him At midnight Masino shook himself, yawned, drank a cup of mulled wine, spat three times into the fire, got up without looking at a soul, and headed for the woodsThe farmers stayed behind watching the fire burn down and the last embers turn to ashes Then, whom should Masino drag in by the beard but the count! A count that wept, kicked, and pleaded for mercy"Here's the witch!" cried Masino, and asked, "Where did you put the mulled wine?" Beneath the farmers' amazed stares, the count tried to make himself as small as possible, sitting on the ground and shrinking up like a cold-bitten fly"The thief could have been none of you," explained Masino, "since you had all gone to the barber and had no hair to lose in the bushes Then there were those tracks made by big heavy shoes, but all of you go barefoot Nor could the thief have beena ghost, since he wouldn't have needed to buy all that cord to tie up the animals and carry them away But where is my mulled wine?"Shaking all over, the count tried to hide in that beard of his which Masino had tousled and torn in pulling him out of the bushes"How did he ever make us faint by just looking at us?" asked one farmer"He would smite you on the head with a padded club That way you would hear only a whir He'd leave no mark on you, you'd simply wake up with a headache""And those hairpins he lost?" asked another"They were used to hold his beard up on his head and make it look like a woman's hair"Until then the farmers had listened in silence, but when Masino said, "And now, what shall we do with him?" a storm of shouts arose: "Burn him! Skin him alive! String him up for a scarecrow! Seal him in a cask and roll him down the cliff! Sew him up in a sack with six cats and six dogs!""Have mercy!" said the count in a voice just above a whisper"Spare him," said Masino, "and he will bring back your cattle and clean your barns And since he enjoyed going into the woods at night, make him go there every night and gather bundles of firewood for each of you Tell the children never to pick up the hairpins they find on the ground, for they belong to Micillina the Witch, whose hair and beard will be disheveled from now on"The farmers followed the suggestion, and soon Masino left Pocapaglia to travel about the world In the course of his travels, he found himself fighting in first one war and another, and they all lasted so long that his saying sprang up:Soldier fighter, what a hard lot!Wretched food, the ground for a cot You feed the cannon powder: Boom-BOOM! Boom-BOOM! Boom louder!(Bra)NOTES:"The Count's Beard" (La barba del Conte) Published here for the first time, collected by Giovanni Arpino in July 1956, in certain villages of southern Piedmont: Bra (told by Caterina Asteggiano, inmate of a home for old people, and Luigi Berzia), in Guarene (told by Doro Palladino, farmer), in Narzole (told by Annetta Taricco, servant woman), and in PocapagliaThis long narrative, which writer Giovanni Arpino has transcribed and unified from different versions with variants and additions from Bra and surroundings, cannot in my view be classified as a folktale It is a local legend of recent origin in part (I am thinking, for instance, of the geographical particulars given), that is, not prior to the nineteenth century, and containing disparate elements: explanation of a local superstition (the hairpins of Witch Micillina), antifeudal country legend such as one finds in many northern countries, curious detective-story structure àla Sherlock Holmes, many digressions nonessential to the story (such as the trip from Africa back to town -- which Arpino tells me also exists as a separate story -- and all the allusions to Masino's past and future adventures which lead to the conclusion globetrotter from a country whose inhabitants are reputed to be contrastingly slow and backward), verse (of which Arpino and I have presented onlyas much as we could effective translate), and grotesque images which seem rooted in tradition, such as the sacks under the hens' tails, the oxen so thin that they were curried with the rake, the count whose beard was combed by four soldiers, etc Copyright: Italian Folktales Selected and Retold by Italo Calvino,translated by George Martin,Pantheon Books, New York 1980伯爵的胡子博卡帕利亚是建在陡峭山坡上的一个小镇，镇上人家的鸡只要一下蛋就会滚落到山下的树林里。
小学英语-童话故事10篇
⼩学英语-童话故事10篇⼩学英语童话故事10篇第⼀篇Clifford's spring clean-up⼤红狗春季⼤扫除故事简介：Hi, I'm Emily. 我们家的春季⼤扫除开始了！爸爸妈妈忙着搬家具，我忙着晒地毯。
Clifford 也来帮忙，不过他好像越帮越忙呢。
后来，Clifford 决定为⾃⼰的房⼦来个⼤扫除。
他能打扫⼲净吗？快看故事吧！1. At our house, it's time for spring cleaning again. My first job is to hang some rugs outside in the air.2. Clifford wants to help. He takes a rug outside and shakes it. He shakes it a little too hard.3. Mummy and Daddy are moving the furniture outside. When Clifford sees the couch, his eyes open wide.4. When he was a little puppy, he always slept on it. Crunch! He doesn't fit on it anymore.5. Clifford cleans the windows all by himself. First he washes them. Then he dries them. But the windows are still dirty. So we wash the windows again.6. Daddy has to clean the yard. Clifford is glad to help him!7. Clifford's house needs some spring cleaning too. He sweeps out his old bones and rubber toys.8. Now both our houses are neat and clean. Clifford and I are both very happy.练⼀练下⾯哪些事情是Clifford 做的呢？A. Hang the rugs.B. Shake the rugs.C. Take the couch outside.D. Buy a new couch.E. Blow the leaves.F. Sweep out rubber toys.G. Make the windows very clean.⽣词⼤本营rug ⼩地毯shake 摇动furniture 家具couch 长沙发fit 适合dry 弄⼲sweep 打扫neat 整洁的第⼆篇Cave boy⼭洞⾥的⼩男孩故事简介：有⼀个⼩孩叫Harry，他和家⼈住在⼀个⼭洞⾥。
英语寓言小故事三则
英语寓言小故事三则1.The Mongoose and The ChildOnce, there lived a farmer and his wife. They had a little son. The farmer had a pet mongoose (獴). The little boy and the mongoose were fond of each other. They were good playmates.One day the farmer was busy at his fields. The farmer's wife had left to the market. The little boy was fast asleep in a cradle (摇篮). The mongoose was lying down near the cradle.A cobra (眼镜蛇) somehow got into the house and it was nearing the little boy. The mongoose sniffed (嗅，闻) the snake and jumped up. He fought with the cobra. The cobra began to attack. There was a fierce fight between the cobra and the mongoose. The mongoose finally bit and killed the cobra.The mongoose saw the farmer's wife returning from market. He ran happily towards her to greet her. She saw blood around the mouth and paws of the mongoose. The farmer's wife mistook that the mongoose had attacked her son.The farmer's wife took a long stick and gave heavy blows (重击) on the mongoose and then ran into the house. She was shocked to see a dead cobra lying on the floor near her son. Now she realised her mistake. Her sorrow knew no bounds.Moral (寓意): Look before you leap. 三思而后行。
经典英语寓言故事带翻译
经典英语寓言故事带翻译寓言故事通常用借喻手法，使富有教训意义的主题或深刻的道理在简单短小的故事中体现。
寓言故事我们看得多，那么你想边看寓言故事边学英语吗?下面店铺为大家带来经典英语寓言故事带翻译，欢迎大家阅读!There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.从前，有个商人，他有四个老婆。
他最喜欢这小老婆，因此，他常常为她买来各种衣服，把她打扮得漂漂亮亮的，真可谓百般呵护。
他对她如此疼爱，总是给她最好的。
He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.他也非常喜欢这第三个老婆。
他常常以她为荣，总是带她出入各种社交圈子。
不过，商人有个心病，总是担心有一天她会和别的男人私奔。
He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante.他也喜欢这第二个老婆。
这位夫人，善解人意，富有耐心，真可谓是商人的红颜知己。
Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.每当遇到困难，商人总是找她帮忙，她也总能献出锦囊妙计，帮助商人化险为夷。
小学英语英语故事童话故事TheCount'sBeard伯爵的胡子
The Count's Beard 伯爵的胡子The Count's BeardThe town of Pocapaglia was perched on the pinnacle of a hill so steep that its inhabitants tied little bags on the tail feathers of their hens to catch each freshly laid egg that otherwise would have gone rolling down the slopes into the woods below All of which goes to show that the people of Pocapaglia were not the dunces they were said to be, and that the proverb,In Pocapaglia waysThe donkey whistles, the master brays,merely reflected the malicious grudge the neighboring townspeople bore the Pocapaglians for their peaceful ways and their reluctance to quarrel with anyone "Yes, yes," was all the Pocapaglians would reply, "but just wait until Masino returns, and you will see who brays more, we or you"Everybody in Pocapaglia loved Masino, the smartest boy in town He was no stronger physically than anybody else; in fact, he even looked rather puny But he had always been very clever Concerned over how little he was at birth, his mother had bathed him in warm wine to keep him alive and make him a little stronger His father had heated the wine with a red-hot horseshoe That way Masino absorbed the subtlety of wine and the endurance of iron To cool him off after his bath, his mother cradled him in the shell of an unripened chestnut; it was bitter and gave him understanding At the time the Pocapaglians were awaiting the return of Masino, whom no one had seen since the day he went off to be a soldier (and who was now most likely somewhere in Africa), strange things started happening in Pocapaglia Every evening as the cattle came back from pasture in the plain below, an animal was whisked away by Micillina the WitchThe witch would hide in the woods at the foot of the hill, and all she needed to do was give one heavy puff, and she had herself an ox When the farmers heard her steal through the thicket after dark, their teeth would chatter, and everyone would fall down in a swoon That became so common that people took to saying:Beware of Micillina, that old witch, For all your oxen she will filch, Then train on you her crossed-eye, And wait for you to fall and dieAt night they began lighting huge bonfires to keep Micillina the Witch from venturing out of the woods But she would sneak up on the solitary farmer watching over cattle beside the bonfire and knock him out in one breath In the morning upon awaking, he'd find cows and oxen gone, and his friends would hear him weeping and moaning and hitting himself on the head Then everybody combed the woods for traces of the stolen cattle, but found only tufts of hair, hairpins, and footprints left here and there by Micillina the WitchThings went from bad to worse Shut up all the time in the barn, the cows grew as thin as rails A rake instead of a brush was all that was needed to groom them, from rib to rib Nobody dared lead the cattle to pasture any more Everyone stayed clear of the woods now, and the mushrooms that grew there went unpicked and got as big as umbrellasMicillina the Witch was not tempted to plunder other towns, knowing full well that calm and peace-loving people were to be found only in Pocapaglia There the poor farmers lit a big bonfire every night in the town square, while the women and children locked themselves indoors The men sat around the fire scratching their heads and groaning Day after day they scratched and groaned until a decision was finally reached to go to the count for helpThe count lived high above the town on a large circular estate surrounded by a massive wall The top of the wall was encrusted with sharp bits of glass One Sunday morning all the townsmen arrived, with hats in hand They knocked, the door swung open, and they filed into the courtyard before the court's round dwelling, which had bars at all the windows Around the courtyard sat the court's soldiers smoothing their mustaches with oil to make them shine and scowling at the farmers At the end of the courtyard, in a velvet chair, sat the count himself with his long black beard, which four soldiers were combing from head to footThe oldest farmer took heart and said, "Your Honor, we have dared come to you about our misfortune As our cattle go into the woods, Micillina the Witch appears and makes off with them" So, amid sighs and groans, with the other farmers nodding in assent, he told the count all about their nightmareThe count remained silent"We have come here," said the old man, "to be so bold as to ask Your Honor's advice" The count remained silent"We have come here," he added, "to be so bold as to ask Your Honor to help us If you assigned us an escort of soldiers, we could again take our cattle down to pasture" The count shook his head "If I let you have the soldiers," he said, "I must also let you have the captain"The farmers listened, hardly daring to hope"But if the captain is away in the evening," said the count, "who can I play lotto with?"The farmers fell to their knees "Help us, noble count, for pity's sake!" The soldiers around the courtyard yawned and stroked their mustachesAgain the count shook his head and said:I am the count and I count for three; No witch have I seen, So, no witch has there beenAt those words and still yawning, the soldiers picked up their guns and, with bayonets extended, moved slowly toward the farmers, who turned and filed silently out of the courtyardBack in the town square and completely discouraged, the farmers had no idea what to do next But the senior of them all, the one who had spoken to the count, said, "There's nothing left to do but send for Masino!"So they wrote Masino a letter and sent it to Africa Then one evening, while they were all gathered around the bonfire as usual, Masino returned Imagine the welcome they gave him, the embraces, the pots of hot, spiced wine! "Where on earth have you been? What did you see? If you only knew what we have been going through!"Masino let them have their say, then he had his "In Africa I saw cannibals who ate not men but locusts; in the desert I saw a madman who had let his fingernails grow twelve meters long to dig for water; in the sea I saw a fish with a shoe and a slipper who wanted to be king of the other fish, since no other fish possessed shoe or slipper; in Sicily I saw a woman with seventy sons and only one kettle; in Naples I saw people who walked while standing still, since the chatter of other people kept them going;I saw sinners and I saw saints; I saw fat people and people no bigger than mites; many, many frightened souls did I see, but never so many as here in Pocapaglia" The farmers hung their heads in shame, for Masino had hit a sensitive spot in suggesting they were cowards But Masino was not cross with his fellow townsmen He asked for a detailed account of the witch's doings, then said, "Let me ask you three questions, and at the stroke of midnight I'll go out and catch the witch and bring her back to you""Let's hear your questions! Out with them!" they all said"The first question is for the barber How many people came to you this month?" The barber replied:"Long beards, short beards, Fine beards, coarse beards, Locks straight, locks curly, All I trimmèd(sic) in a hurry""Your turn now, cobbler How many people brought you their old shoes to mend this month?""Alas!" began the cobbler:"Shoes of wood, shoes of leather, Nail by nail I hammered back together, Mended shoes of satin and shoes of serpent But there's nothing left to do, All their money is spent""The third question goes to you, rope maker How much rope did you sell this month?" The rope maker replied:"Rope galore of every sort I sold: Hemp rope, braided, wicker, cord, Needle-thin to arm-thick, Lard-soft to iron-strongThis month I couldn't go wrong""Very well," said Masino, stretching out by the fire "I'm now going to sleep for a few hours, I'm very tired Wake me up at midnight and I'll go after the witch" He put his hat over his face and fell asleepThe farmers kept perfectly quiet until midnight, not even daring to breathe, for fear of awaking him At midnight Masino shook himself, yawned, drank a cup of mulled wine, spat three times into the fire, got up without looking at a soul, and headed for the woodsThe farmers stayed behind watching the fire burn down and the last embers turn to ashes Then, whom should Masino drag in by the beard but the count! A count that wept, kicked, and pleaded for mercy"Here's the witch!" cried Masino, and asked, "Where did you put the mulled wine?" Beneath the farmers' amazed stares, the count tried to make himself as small as possible, sitting on the ground and shrinking up like a cold-bitten fly"The thief could have been none of you," explained Masino, "since you had all gone to the barber and had no hair to lose in the bushes Then there were those tracks made by big heavy shoes, but all of you go barefoot Nor could the thief have beena ghost, since he wouldn't have needed to buy all that cord to tie up the animals and carry them away But where is my mulled wine?"Shaking all over, the count tried to hide in that beard of his which Masino had tousled and torn in pulling him out of the bushes"How did he ever make us faint by just looking at us?" asked one farmer"He would smite you on the head with a padded club That way you would hear only a whir He'd leave no mark on you, you'd simply wake up with a headache""And those hairpins he lost?" asked another"They were used to hold his beard up on his head and make it look like a woman's hair"Until then the farmers had listened in silence, but when Masino said, "And now, what shall we do with him?" a storm of shouts arose: "Burn him! Skin him alive! String him up for a scarecrow! Seal him in a cask and roll him down the cliff! Sew him up in a sack with six cats and six dogs!""Have mercy!" said the count in a voice just above a whisper"Spare him," said Masino, "and he will bring back your cattle and clean your barns And since he enjoyed going into the woods at night, make him go there every night and gather bundles of firewood for each of you Tell the children never to pick up the hairpins they find on the ground, for they belong to Micillina the Witch, whose hair and beard will be disheveled from now on"The farmers followed the suggestion, and soon Masino left Pocapaglia to travel about the world In the course of his travels, he found himself fighting in first one war and another, and they all lasted so long that his saying sprang up:Soldier fighter, what a hard lot!Wretched food, the ground for a cot You feed the cannon powder: Boom-BOOM! Boom-BOOM! Boom louder!(Bra)NOTES:"The Count's Beard" (La barba del Conte) Published here for the first time, collected by Giovanni Arpino in July 1956, in certain villages of southern Piedmont: Bra (told by Caterina Asteggiano, inmate of a home for old people, and Luigi Berzia), in Guarene (told by Doro Palladino, farmer), in Narzole (told by Annetta Taricco, servant woman), and in PocapagliaThis long narrative, which writer Giovanni Arpino has transcribed and unified from different versions with variants and additions from Bra and surroundings, cannot in my view be classified as a folktale It is a local legend of recent origin in part (I am thinking, for instance, of the geographical particulars given), that is, not prior to the nineteenth century, and containing disparate elements: explanation of a local superstition (the hairpins of Witch Micillina), antifeudal country legend such as one finds in many northern countries, curious detective-story structure àla Sherlock Holmes, many digressions nonessential to the story (such as the trip from Africa back to town -- which Arpino tells me also exists as a separate story -- and all the allusions to Masino's past and future adventures which lead to the conclusion globetrotter from a country whose inhabitants are reputed to be contrastingly slow and backward), verse (of which Arpino and I have presented onlyas much as we could effective translate), and grotesque images which seem rooted in tradition, such as the sacks under the hens' tails, the oxen so thin that they were curried with the rake, the count whose beard was combed by four soldiers, etc Copyright: Italian Folktales Selected and Retold by Italo Calvino,translated by George Martin,Pantheon Books, New York 1980伯爵的胡子博卡帕利亚是建在陡峭山坡上的一个小镇，镇上人家的鸡只要一下蛋就会滚落到山下的树林里。
英语童话小故事【三篇】
【导语】英语童话故事是学习英语的重头戏，这样孩⼦们既可以听故事，⼜可以学习英语，是个两全其美的办法，下⾯是⽆忧考⼩编为⼤家带来的三篇英语童话⼩故事，有兴趣的⼩朋友们进来看看吧，会对你们有帮助的。
【第⼀篇】RapunzelOnce upon a time, there lived an old couple in a village. The old couple had always wanted a child but couldn’t make it. So they had to pray every day to have a baby. One day, an old witch moved into the house next door. The old witch was not friendly and the old couple didn’t dare to speak to her. The witch grew a lot of magic lettuce that looked very tasty and delicious.The old wife wanted to eat the lettuce so much that she became very sick since she couldn’t have it. “I think I’ll die if I don’t have the lettuce.” Without knowing what else to do, the husband stole some of the witch's lettuce.However, this was found by the witch soon afterwards. She said angrily, "You dare steal my lettuce! You deserve to be punished!" The husband said, "I am terribly sorry, but my wife wants to have the lettuce very much. I think she will die if she can’t have it."The witch said, "Is that so? Then you can take as much as you want. But there is one condition.""What is it?""If a baby is born, you have to give the baby to me ."Soon after that, his wife did get pregnant and gave birth to a pretty girl. The witch quickly took the baby and disappeared into the forest.The witch gave the name Rapunzel to the girl. The day went on, the girl grew up and became a beautiful lady who had long golden hair. Yet the witch was afraid of losing Rapunzel, so she locked her up in a tower."Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair." When Rapunzel dropped down her long hair, the witch would climb up with the help of it. The witch prevented Rapunzel from meeting other people.One day, a Prince happened to pass by the tower. He lost his heart to the beautiful singing voice of Rapunzel.“Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, lavender’s green. When you are King, dilly, dilly, I shall be Queen...” "How beautiful is the voice! But how can I climb up to the tower?" The Prince decided to wait under the tower until he saw an opportunity.The next day, the Prince saw that the witch climbed up to the tower on the lovely golden hair of Rapunzel. After the witch left the tower, the Prince imitated the witch. Then the long hair was dropped from the inside of the tower.Upon seeing Rapunzel, the Prince fell instantly in love with her. He said, "You are the most beautiful lady in the world." Rapunzel also lost her heart to the handsome prince. Since then, the two lovers met each other secretly, hiding from the witch.However one day, the witch found out their secret meetings. She was so angry that she cut off the hair of Rapunzel, and cruelly sent her to a desert. When the Prince came again, the witch dropped down the cut hair to him. While the Prince was climbing up the tower, the witch let loose the hair. The poor prince fell heavily on the ground and became blind.Yet the Prince gained strength by wandering around the land in order to find Rapunzel, and finally met her in the heart of the desert. Rapunzel recognized the Prince at once. Upon realizing that the Prince had become blind, Rapunzel's eyes were filled with tears, which dropped down into the eyes of the Prince.Just at that moment, the Prince gained his eyesight again with the power of love. Then the two lovers returned to the royal palace and lived happily ever after.长发姑娘从前，有对⽼夫妇住在⼀座村庄⾥。
小学英语寓言故事阅读全篇
可编辑修改精选全文完整版小学英语寓言故事阅读小学英语故事教学旨在让小学生在生动有趣的英语故事中自然而然地营造英语学习语言交流氛围,让学生在故事中感知英语语言的文化特质,激发学生学习语言、运用语言的热情。
小编精心收集了小学英语寓言故事，供大家欣赏学习!小学英语寓言故事篇1The old man and Death老人与死神An old man was gathering sticks in a forest.有个老人在森林中砍了不少柴，十分吃力地挑着走了很远的路。
At last he grew very tired and hopeless. He threw down all the sticks and cried out, "I cannotbear this life any longer. Ah, I wish Death would come and take me!"一路上他累极了，实在挑不动了，便扔下柴担，叫喊起来：“这种日子我受不了了，死神啊，带我走吧。
”As he spoke, Death appeared, and said to him, "What would you do, old man? I heard you call me."这时，死神来了，对他说：“老头，你想做什么，我听见你叫我?”"Please, sir," replied the old man, "would you help me lift this bundle of sticks up to myshoulder?"“先生，”老人说，“您能帮忙将那担子放在我的肩上吗?”小学英语寓言故事篇2The wind and the sun风和太阳The wind and the sun were disputing who was the stronger.风和太阳两方为谁的能量大相互争论不休。