英文童話故事

　　在平平淡淡的學(xué)習(xí)、工作、生活中，大家都有令自己印象深刻的童話吧，童話故事主要是寫給孩子的，不過，有童心的成年人同樣能夠在童話故事中找到快樂，讓心靈純凈。你知道都有哪些經(jīng)典童話故事嗎？以下是小編精心整理的英文童話故事，僅供參考，歡迎大家閱讀。

英文童話故事1

　　One day a rabbit was walking near the hill. He heard someone crying,‘Help! Help!’It was a wolf. A big stone was on the wolfs back. He cried, "Mr. Rabbit, take this big stone from my back, or I will die."

　　The Rabbit moved the stone from the wolfs back. Then the wolf jumped and caught the rabbit.

　　“If you kill me, I will never help you again.” Cried the rabbit . “Ha,ha!You will not live, because I will kill you." said the wolf.

　　‘I helped you. How can you kill me? It’s unfair. You ask Mrs. Duck. She will say that you are wrong." said the rabbit. “I will ask her,” said the wolf.

　　So they went to ask Mrs. Duck. The duck listened to their story and said,” What stone? I must see it. Then I can know who is right. “So the wolf and the rabbit and the duck went to see the stone.

　　"Now, put the stone back," said Mrs. Duck. So they put the stone back. Now the big stone is on the wolf’s back again.

　　That’s all for my story. Thanks for listening.

　　兔子和狼

　　一天，兔子先生正在山坡附近遛噠，他聽到有人在呼救：“救命呀!救命呀!”他這邊瞧瞧，那邊望望，他發(fā)現(xiàn)了可憐的狼先生，一塊大石頭掉下來壓在狼先生的背上，他起不來了。他喊道：“兔先生，把這塊大石頭從我背上搬開，要不然我會死的.。”兔子好不容易把大石頭從狼背上搬開，這時(shí)，狼跳起來，把兔子叼在嘴里。“如果你吃了我，”兔子叫喊著，“只要我還活著，我再也不幫你的忙了。” “你不會活了，”狼說，“因?yàn)槲乙�吃了你了。�?“好人是不會殺救過他命的恩人的，”兔子說，“這很不公平，你去問鴨子夫人，她很胖，她樣樣事情都通曉，她一定會說沒有一個(gè)好人會干出這種事情來�！� “我去問她”，于是，狼和兔子到了鴨子家。狼說：“當(dāng)兔子先生在山坡附近坐下時(shí)，我抓住了他，因此，我要吃掉他�，F(xiàn)在你來談?wù)勀闶窃鯓酉氲陌伞！?“我從他的背上搬開好大的一塊石頭，”兔子說，“因此，我說他不應(yīng)該吃掉我，因?yàn)槲揖攘怂�。現(xiàn)在你說說你的看法吧�！� “什么石頭?”鴨子夫人問。“山附近一塊石頭，”兔子說�！拔冶仨毴タ纯�，”鴨子說，“如果我連那塊石頭也沒有看見，那我怎么說得出我的看法?”于是，狼、兔子和鴨子一起去看那塊石頭。現(xiàn)在你知道結(jié)果是什么了。

英文童話故事2

　　There are many mice in the house. The man of the house has a cat. The cat kills(殺死)many of them .

　　Then the oldest mouse says, "All mice come to my room tonight. Let us put our heads together and think what to do. We can do about(除掉)the cat. All the mice come. Many mice speak , but no one knows what to do. At last a young mouse stands up and says, "We must put a bell(鈴)on the cat. When the cat comes near, we can hear the bell and run away and hide. (躲藏) So the cat will not catch any of us. “But,” the old mouse asks, " who will put the bell on the cat?" No mouse answers .The old mouse waits, but no one answers. At last the old mouse says, "It is easy to say things; but it is hard to do them."

英文童話故事3

　　In the past, the little white rabbit's body and eyes were brown, and all the people looked down upon them, but they were very united, and there was no one in the family who did not know each other. But they were so afraid of humans that they lived in seclusion in the mountains.
　　One day, people discovered them and led a group of people to surround them and catch them. It turns out that a few days ago, the village came a monster, monster command people, every year to offer tribute, otherwise, will kill the people in the village, this year, they unexpectedly found a rabbit, decided to let them do a tribute, so they go back.
　　At last it was time to give the monster a tribute, two strong boys, carrying these heavy rabbits, and quickly sent them to the monster. On the way, a little rabbit came to the world and asked her mother, "mom, where are we going?" The mother did not answer, and soon they came to the monster's palace. The two young men put the offerings on the door, and they ran away.
　　Monster came out at this moment, he looks terrible, with the sting of the scorpion in his head, and it has three face, a face has an eye, have three eyes and a face another face has 10 eyes! He had five hands, covered with blood, and shuddered.
　　Only the newborn rabbit was not sensible, and was still happily playing around, when the monster mumbled in a terrible voice: "hungry, which one to eat first? Eat the small one first." So he reached out his hand and just wanted to catch the rabbit, and his mother suddenly stopped in front of him and said, "you can't touch my child!" The monster say: "I don't eat it what do I eat?" With that, he waved his mother to the wall, and she cried out, "eat me before you eat! Don't move my child! At this time, a robust rabbit said: "no, or eat me first! You have a good health. The monster has a kind to eat me first!" "Yes, eat me first!" Other rabbits rush to say. The monster roar way: "I nobody eat, I eat small!"
　　Monster go catch a rabbit, the rabbit was afraid, loudly call mother, rabbits and other rabbits mother rushed forward, hit a monster, the monster was knocked down, and immediately stood up, snapped roared: "I'll eat you all!" "Stop!" A stern voice came out, ah! God came, he said solemnly, "you this monster, in the world for evil, see how I punish you!" With a monster down the god waved, the rabbit body turned white, his eyes became red, god delighted to say again: "the white for you have a holy heart, and red represent your solidarity."
　　Then god disappeared, just as it had come.

英文童話故事4

　　In the forest，there is a bear and his mother.

　　One day，mother bear said to the bear，"son，you have grown up. You should go to the city to see what the house looks like in the city."

　　On the second day，the bear got up early and set off after breakfast.

　　When bear walked along the road，he raised his head high. "Oh！No，no！" The bear could not help crying. Originally，cubs found that the houses in the city were too many，colorful，and shapes were various.

　　"Why，where is the white cross on the roof？" Walking along，the bear came to the door of a black house. The sika deer hung a camera on its chest and warmly invited the bear to take a picture. Little bear was afraid to run and run，and muttered in his mouth："the dark house is so scared."

　　The little bear is tired and wants to rest. He saw a green house in front of him. He thought，"this is probably the park. Ill go in and sit down for a while." As soon as the bear came into the door，he saw that the elephant in green clothes was busy receiving customers. He would knock on the postmark，hit the computer for a while，and write later.

　　The bear grasped the hair strangely. "Where have I been？"

　　Little boy，can you tell the bear where it has been in the city and where it has been？

英文童話故事5

　　One day, piggy was watching TV at home. He saw it on TV: "everyone wants to have ideals." Chubby thought, "what am I going to do? Ah! By the way, I'm a good athlete. A gold medal hanging around the neck, a trophy in hand - what an air! But the athlete is too laborious, run all day, jump, make all body is sweat, how bad ah! I...... I'm not an athlete!

　　"By the way, I'm a singer! Yes, singers don't have to work hard. But it's too easy to sing. It's always the same.
　　Suddenly he saw his hoof. "hey, how beautiful my feet are! Or I'll be a dancer! I'm going to dance ballet, I'm going to dance swan lake! But the dancer was so tired that she had to lie down all day!"
　　"That...... Then I'll... Hey, I think these dry what, what ideal not ideal, eat full, drink enough, get!" Chubby shifted his butt, buttoned his mouth, and fell asleep on the sofa.
　　Children, we can't learn fat. Want to know, won't flower strength, ideal is equal to zero!

英文童話故事6

　　A wolf wanted to eat the sheep, but he was afraid of the vigilant shepherd and his dogs.

　　One day the wolf found the skin of a sheep. He put it on and walked among the sheep.

　　A lamb thought that the wolf was its mother because his skin looked like hers. So it followed the wolf.

　　Soon after they had left the dogs, the wolf came at the lamb and ate it up. For some time he succeeded in deceiving the sheep, and enjoying hearty meals.

英文童話故事7

　　There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge1on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught2 but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentley's father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude3abounding4 here. Now we were here, post World War II, post Korean War, Vietnam War on thebrink5. So much learned, so much yet to learn.

　　Peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter6, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a CooperHawk7 that had smashed down through trees for a squealing8 rabbit, yap of a fox at a youngster, a skunk9 at rooting.

　　We had pitched camp in the near darkness, Ed LeBlanc, Brother Bentley, Walter Ruszkowski, myself. A dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. Now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a logger's path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought we'd again have no traffic, came a growling10 engine, an old solid body van, a Chevy, the kind I had driven for Frankie Pike and the Lobster11 Pound in Lynn delivering lobsters12 throughout the Merrimack Valley. It had pre-WW II high fenders, a faded black paint on a body you'd swear had been hammered out of corrugated13 steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. Two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment14 of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer ofammunition15 on the band. They could have been conscripts for Emilano Zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.

　　"Mornin', been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass16 coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. His hands were large, the fingers long and I could picture them in a shop barn working aprimal17 plane across the face of a maple18 board. Custom-made, old elegance19, those hands said.

　　"Barely had coffee," Ed LeBlanc said, the most vocal1 of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "We've got a whole pot almost. Have what you want." The pot was pointed2out sitting on a hunk of grill3 across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. The pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents4 scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. Once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, we'd gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though we'd often unearth5 our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. Coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. It is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon6 in you, stoke last evening's cheese and pepperoni. First man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. That means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers7 of false dawn. I suspect that's where "scrambled8 eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. So, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings9, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.

　　"You're early enough for eggs and bacon if you need a start." Eddie added, his invitation tossedkindly10 into the morning air, his smile a match for morning sun, a man of welcomes. "We have hot cakes, kulbassa, home fries, if you want." We have the food of kings if you really want to know. There were nights we sat at his kitchen table at 101 Main Street, Saugus, Massachusetts planning the trip, planning each meal, planning the campsite. Some menus were founded on a case of beer, a late night, a curse or two on the ride to work when day started.

　　"Been there a'ready," the other man said, his weaponry also noted11 by us, a little more orderly in its presentation, including an old Boy Scout12 sash across his chest, the galaxy13of flies in supreme14 positioning. They were old Yankees, in the face and frame the pair of them undoubtedly15 brothers, staunch, written into early routines, probably had been up at three o'clock to get here at this hour. They were taller than we were, no fat on their frames, wide-shouldered, big-handed, barely coming out of their reserve, but fishermen. That fact alone would win any of us over. Obviously, they'd been around, a heft of time already accrued16.

　　Then the pounding came, from inside the truck, as if a tire iron was beating at the sides of the vehicle. It was not a timid banging, not a minor1 signal. Bang! Bang! it came, and Bang! again. And the voice of authority from some place in space, some regal spot in the universe. "I'm not sitting here the livelong day whilst you boys gab2 away." A toothless meshing3 came in his words, like Walter Brennan at work in the jail in Rio Bravo or some such movie.

　　"Comin', pa," one of them said, the most orderly one, the one with the old scout4 sash riding him like a bandoleer.

　　They pulled open the back doors of the van, swung them wide, to show His Venerable Self, ageless, white-bearded, felt hat too loaded with an arsenal5 of flies, sitting on a white wicker rocker with a rope holding him to a piece of vertical6 angle iron, the crude kind that could have been on early subways or trolley7 cars. Across his lap he held three delicate fly rods, old as him, thin, bamboo in color, probably too slight for a lake's three-pounder. But on the Pine River, upstream or downstream, under alders8 choking some parts of the river's flow, at a significant pool where side streams merge9 and phantom10 trout11 hang out their eternal promise, most elegant, fingertip elegant.

　　"Oh, boy," Eddie said at an aside, "there's the boss man, and look at those tools."Admiration12 leaked from his voice.

　　Rods were taken from the caring hands, the rope untied13, and His Venerable Self, white wicker rocker and all, was lifted from the truck and set by our campfire. I was willing to bet that my sister Pat, the dealer14 in antiques, would scoop15 up that rocker if given the slightest chance. The old one looked about the campsite, noted17 clothes drying from a previous day's rain, order of equipment and supplies aligned18 the way we always kept them, the canvas of our tent taut19 and true in its expanse, our fishing rods off the ground and placed atop the flyleaf so as not to tempt20 raccoons with smelly cork21 handles, no garbage in sight. He nodded.

　　We had passed muster22.

　　"You the ones leave it cleaner than you find it ever' year. We knowed sunthin' 'bout16 you. Never disturbed you afore. But we share the good spots." He looked closely at Brother Bentley, nodded a kind of recognition. "Your daddy ever fish here, son?"

　　Brother must have passed through the years in a hurry, remembering his father bringing him here as a boy. "A ways back," Brother said in his clipped North Saugus fashion, outlander, specific, no waste in his words. Old Oren Bentley, it had been told us, had walked five miles through the unknown woods off Route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite, the remnants of an old lodge1, and a great curve in the Pine River so that a mile's walk in either direction gave you three miles of stream to fish, upstream or downstream. Paradise up north.

　　His Venerable Self nodded again, a man of signals, then said, "Knowed him way back some. Met him at the Iron Bridge. We passed a few times." Instantly we could see the story. A whole history of encounter was in his words; it marched right through us the way knowledge does, as well as legend. He pointed2 at the coffeepot. "The boys'll be off, but my days down there get cut up some. I'll sit a while and take some of thet." He said thet too pronounced, too dramatic, and it was a short time before I knew why.

　　The white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion, his head nodded again. Hespoke3 to his sons. "You boys be back no more'n two-three hours so these fellers can do their things too, and keep the place tidied up."

　　The most orderly son said, "Sure, pa. Two-three hours." The two elderly sons left the campsite and walked down the path to the banks of the Pine River, their boots swishing at thigh4 line, the most elegant rods pointing the way through scattered5 limbs, experience on the move.Trout6 beware, we thought.

　　"We been carpenters f'ever," he said, the clip still in his words. "Those boys a mine been some good at it too." His head cocked, he seemed to listen for their departure, the leaves and branches quiet, the murmur7 of the stream a tinkling8 idyllic9 music rising up the banking10. Old Venerable Himself moved the wicker rocker forward and back, a small timing11 taking place. He was hearing things we had not heard yet, the whole symphony all around us. Eddie looked at me and nodded his own nod. It said, "I'm paying attention and I know you are. This is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the river we love, that we come to twice a year, in May with the mayflies, in June with the black flies." The gift and the scourge12, we'd often remember, having been both scarred and sewn by it.

　　Brother was still at memory, we could tell. Silence we thought was heavy about us, but there was so much going on. A bird talked to us from a high limb1. A fox called to her young. We were on the Pine River once again, nearly a hundred miles from home, in Paradise2.

　　"Name's Roger Treadwell. Boys are Nathan and Truett." The introductions had been accounted for.

　　Old Venerable Roger Treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leaned forward and said, "You boys wouldn't have a couple spare beers, would ya?"

　　Now that's the way to start the day on the Pine River.

英文童話故事8

　　It happened that the cat met Mr. Fox in the woods. She thought, "He is intelligent and well experienced, and is highly regarded in the world," so she spoke to him in a friendly manner, "Good-day, my dear Mr. Fox. How is it going? How are you? How are you getting by in these hard times?"

　　The fox, filled with arrogance, examined the cat from head to feet, and for a long time did not know whether he should give an answer. At last he said, "Oh, you poor beard-licker, you speckled fool, you hungry mouse hunter, what are you thinking? Have you the nerve to ask how I am doing? What do you know? How many tricks do you understand?"

　　"I understand but one," answered the cat, modestly.

　　"What kind of a trick is it?" asked the fox.

　　"When the dogs are chasing me, I can jump into a tree and save myself."

　　"Is that all?" said the fox. "I am master of a hundred tricks, and in addition to that I have a sackful of cunning. I feel sorry for you. Come with me, and I will teach you how one escapes from the dogs."

　　Just then a hunter came by with four dogs. The cat jumped nimbly up a tree, and sat down at its top, where the branches and foliage completely hid her.

　　"Untie your sack, Mr. Fox, untie your sack," the cat shouted to him, but the dogs had already seized him, and were holding him fast.

　　"Oh, Mr. Fox," shouted the cat. "You and your hundred tricks are left in the lurch. If you been able to climb like I can, you would not have lost your life."

　　一只貓?jiān)谏�林里遇到一只狐貍，心想：“他又聰明，�?jīng)驗(yàn)又豐富，挺受人尊重的。”於是它很友好地和狐貍打招呼：“日安，尊敬的狐貍先生，您好嗎?這些日子挺艱難的`，您過得怎么樣?”

　　狐貍傲慢地將貓從頭到腳地打量了一番，半天拿不定主意是不是該和它說話。最后它說：“哦，你這個(gè)倒霉的長著鬍子、滿身花紋的傻瓜、饑腸轆轆地追趕老鼠的傢伙，你會啥?有甚么資格問我過得怎么樣?你都學(xué)了點(diǎn)甚么本事?”

　　“我只有一種本領(lǐng)。”貓謙虛地說。

　　“甚么本領(lǐng)?”狐貍問。

　　“有人追我的時(shí)候，我會爬到樹上去藏起來保護(hù)自己�！�

　　“就這本事?”狐貍不屑地說，“我掌握了上百種本領(lǐng)，而且還有滿口袋計(jì)謀。我真覺得你可憐，跟著我吧，我教你怎么從追捕中逃生�！�

　　就在這時(shí)，獵人帶著四條狗走近了。貓敏捷地竄到一棵樹上，在樹頂上蹲伏下來，茂密的樹葉把它遮擋得嚴(yán)嚴(yán)實(shí)實(shí)。

　　“快打開你的計(jì)謀口袋，狐貍先生，快打開呀!”貓沖著狐貍喊道。可是獵狗已經(jīng)將狐貍撲倒咬住了。“哎呀，狐貍先生，”貓喊道，“你的千百種本領(lǐng)就這么給扔掉了!假如你能像我一樣爬樹就不至於丟了性命了!”

英文童話故事9

　　The next day, he went back to the third little pig’s house with a really big, friendly smile.

　　Little pigs, you are so smart. You are much smarter than me. I am sorry I tried to hurt you. Let’s be buddies. I know a really good field with lots of carrots. Do you want to go with me? Hmmm. That sounds nice. Where is the field, and when do you want to go? The field is very close. It’s on the side of farmer jack’s barn. I will come back tomorrow at six in the morning.

　　When the wolf left, the first little pig and the second little pig turned to their brother and said. Are you crazy? He is going to eat you! He doesn’t want to eat carrots, he wants to eat you! The wolf will have to find me first. Don’t worry.

　　Just wait and see. That night, the wolf was thinking to himself, finally, tomorrow I will be able to eat a tender, delicious pig. He fell asleep dreaming of pork chops, bacon and ham.

英文童話故事10

　　One morning, grandpa told the rabbit rabbit defeat the true story of a rabbit family, said that when the running champion flag fall on the turtle family, the small rabbit never could resist anger in my heart, suddenly stood up and said, I want to get him back! He rushed out to the turtle house and said, "I want to run with you." "Better than that! "It's a deal! "It's just an island! It's only better than rowing." "I am a sportsman, more than anything else." The little rabbit pat on the chest, indeed the rabbit sports score is the first in the island. They each made a boat out to sea. "I'm a turtle, but I don't need a boat." The turtle kept muttering to himself. "Wait a minute, ref." "Cried the rabbit. Then grandpa rabbit came. Needless to say, he was the only judge. "Ready... The two ships started almost at the same time, and their boat sailed into the sea, when the waves surged, "not good." It was just trying to turn the bow back. But it was late, their ship was struck by the waves mercilessly...
　　"Are you all right? "Good." When they woke up, they found themselves on a deserted island. There was no one on the island, but the fruit trees were much better. They found a treasure map below. "this is a treasure island. The treasure is hidden on the mountain. Let's go up the hill!" "Set off!
　　They climbed up the hill and found a voice on the mountain. There were two people in front of them. "it's a bear gang, the world knows it." One of the two was as strong as an ox, and a crafty man. "It must have been for the treasure." "We will find them before them." At that time, the little turtle was lazy, and he stayed there. Suddenly, a door opened slowly behind the turtle, and the little turtle crept into it with curiosity. The inside was so dark that the rabbit chased it in. The door was closed and the hole lit up, and there was a treasure chest in front of them. The little turtle ran forward, and there was a blanket and a golden pot in the box. "what is it for?" The two men threw themselves on the blankets and sat up and said, "this blanket will fly." The blanket started slowly. "I am a blanket, and I can change any vehicle." "Screamed the rabbit." it's a treasure!"
　　The bear gang is on a helicopter, chasing the turtles, "the wanghu carpet fighter." The kaleidoscope turned into a fighter jet. A missile flew to the helicopter. The helicopter shot down. What's the use of this pot?" "I am the lamp, can realize your three wishes." "We want some food." There was a lot of food in front of them. "We're going home." Soon they were back home. "We have no bad people in the world." After a while, all the bad guys disappeared. Since then the world has become more peaceful, and they have not only become good friends, but also the warriors of the world, and a magic carpet to send them to school.

英文童話故事11

　　these two different versions of Cinderella, I found there are many similarities and differences between them.

　　First, I will go over the common things that these two books have. They both have very similar characteristics. For example, Cinderella is always a very beautiful and nice girl. She has to do all the hard and dirty work under the discipline of bad characters. Bad characters are commonly involved in these stories. For example, Yeh-Shen had a wicked stepmother, who promoted her own child, but was very mean to her. Rhodopis, a Greek slave girl living in Egypt, had her companion servants who made fun of her appearance and kept distance from her.

　　Second, they have both have a similar plot and theme. Both stories have a good ending toward their destiny. In both versions of Cinderella, they finally get great rewards and marry to the royalties.

　　Third, there are always some belongings being taken away from Cinderella. Elegant dresses, shoes, and rose-red slippers often play important roles in these stories. For example, in the Chinese version of Cinderella, Yeh-shen lost the gold shoes in a huge parade. The king got the shoes and found a long way to find the right person who could fit in it.

　　Fourth, they are all attributed to the supernatural or animals. In the Chinese version of Cinderella, Yeh-Shen was helped by the Fish spirit, and Rhodopis was helped by the falcon. Fifth, the most but not the least, they are both illustrated by beautiful colors and textures to describe the story of Cinderella.

　　This is especially true in the story of the Egyptian Cinderella, which presents great details of life in ancient Egypt. Certainly, there are also some differences between these two books. The Egyptian Cinderella was based on a true story of ancient Egypt to some extent .

　　This is unlike other fairy tales, which use a lot of imagination. In the history of ancient Egypt, Rhodopis did marry to the King Pharaoh Amasis. Furthermore, there is no punishment to bad characters in the Eg.

英文童話故事12

　　國君的寵妃

　　in ancient times, to defend the country where a woman, looked beautiful, she is the defending monarch fconcubine avorite. according to the law to defend the country, no matter who, if not allowed by the monarch's carriage, it is necessary to impose the penalty off his legs. on one occasion, the princess's mother who is seriously ill and was in the middle of the night came to tell her. she monarch on the carriage ride, the mother came to visit. subsequently, the monarch did not punish her, but also a few praise her. “she is, however there are filial ah!” he said, “to her mother, and even run the risk of cut feet.”

　　古時(shí)候，衛(wèi)國地方有一位女子，長得很漂亮，她是衛(wèi)國國君最寵愛的妃子。根據(jù)衛(wèi)國的法律，無論是誰，如果沒有得到允許而乘坐國君的馬車，就要處以斬去雙腳的刑罰。有一次，這位王妃的母親患了重病，有人在半夜里趕來把消息告訴了她。于是她就乘坐國君的馬車，趕去看望母親。事后，國君不僅沒有懲罰她，而且還夸獎(jiǎng)了她幾句�！八�是多么有孝心��！”他說，“她為了母親，甚至冒了砍掉雙腳的`危險(xiǎn)。”

　　后來又有一天，她正和國君在花園里嬉戲。他拿了一只桃子吃，吃到一半覺得這只桃子特別甜，于是就把它讓給了國君吃。國君說：“她是多么愛我啊，愿意把最好的東西讓給我�！�

　　但是，這位王妃的美貌漸漸消逝，國君就開始冷淡她了。

　　后來有一次，她無意中冒犯了國君，國君就說：“是不是有一次你未經(jīng)允許，就乘坐了我的馬車？是不是你把吃剩的桃子給我吃？”

英文童話故事13

　　1.英文童話故事

　　A man once bought a brilliantly-coloured parrot. Instead of locking it up in a cage or chaining it to a perch, he allowed it to fly free all over the house. The parrot was delighted at this and flapped from room to room, shrieking and screaming with happiness. At last he settled on the edge of a rich curtain.

　　"Who on earth are you ?" said a cross voice from below. "Stop that terrible noise at once."

　　The parrot saw a cat staring up at him from the carpet.

　　"I 'm a parrot. I 've just arrived and I 'm to make as much noise as I can," he said.

　　"Well, I 've lived here all my life," replied the cat ."I was born in this very house and I learned from my mother that it is best to keep quiet here."

　　"Keep quiet then, "said the parrot cheerfully. "I don't know what you do around here, but I know my job. My master bought me for my voice and I'm going to make sure he hears it."

　　Different people are valued for different things.

　　鸚鵡和貓

　　從前，有人買了一只毛色鮮艷的鸚鵡。他沒有把鸚鵡關(guān)在籠子里，也沒有用鏈條把他拴在棲木上，而讓他在家里自由自在地飛來飛去。鸚鵡對此十分高興，撲動翅膀，從一間屋子飛到另一間屋子，愉快地尖聲叫著，最終停在華麗的帷幔的邊上。

　　"你到底是誰？"從下頭傳來怒氣沖沖的說話聲，"立刻住嘴，別發(fā)出那難聽的聲音。"

　　鸚鵡看見地毯上有一只貓?zhí)ь^看著他。

　　"我是鸚鵡。我剛到，我要使勁地吵吵。"他說。 "那你就一聲不響吧，"鸚鵡歡快地說，"我不明白你在這兒干什么，可我明白我的活兒。主人為了我的聲音才買我，我必須得讓他聽到。"

　　不一樣的人因有不一樣的特點(diǎn)而受重視。

　　2.英文童話故事

　　A boy was playing in the fields when he was stung by a nettle . He ran home to tell his mother what had happened.

　　"I only touched it lightly," he said, "and the nasty thing stung me."

　　"It stung you because you only touched it lightly," his mother told him." Next time you touch a nettle grasp it as tightly as you can. Then it won't sting you at all."

　　Face danger boldly.

　　男孩和蕁麻

　　有個(gè)男孩子在地里玩耍，被蕁麻刺痛了。他跑回家去，告訴媽媽出了什么事。

　　"我可是輕輕地碰了它一下，"他說，"那厭惡的東西就把我刺痛了。"

　　"你只輕輕地碰了它一下，所以它才刺痛你，"媽媽對他說，"下一回你再碰到蕁麻，就盡量緊緊地抓住它。那它就根本不會刺痛你了。"

　　要敢于應(yīng)對危險(xiǎn)。

　　3.英文童話故事

　　One day passed by Jackson Panshan Baoji market, customer and butcher overheard dialogue. The customer of the butcher said: "give me a pound of meat cut."

　　Listen to the butcher, butcher asked: "what a piece of meat is not good?"

　　The customer was shocked, while on the side of the mountain but understand a Baoji jackson.

　　We always felt that the present work is not ideal, there are many complaints, such as: "the environment is not good enough, the wage than other company employees to bottom, feel that their brand is relatively small, with a lot of disappointments." In fact, "a piece of meat which is not good?"

　　No matter what kind of company, what kind of work environment, how much you put into this job, how much you will get. The key is how you look at it.

　　盤山寶積禪師有一天路過市場時(shí)，偶然聽到顧客與屠夫的對話。顧客對屠夫說：“給我割一斤好肉�！�

　　屠夫聽了，放下屠刀反問：“哪一塊不是好肉呢？”

　　顧客當(dāng)時(shí)怔住，而在一旁的盤山寶積禪師卻領(lǐng)悟了。

　　我們總是感到，現(xiàn)在的工作不夠理想，有很多的抱怨，如：“工作的環(huán)境不夠好、開的工薪比其它公司的員工要底、覺得自己的公司品牌比較小等等，有著很多的不如意。”而實(shí)際上，“哪一塊肉是不好的呢？”

　　不論在什么樣的公司里，什么樣的工作環(huán)境中，你對這份工作投入了多少你就會收獲多少。關(guān)鍵在于你如何看待。

　　4.英文童話故事

　　The Bank of france. Now the young Sarto was unemployed and had fifty-one job rejection, when his fifty-second job rejection to go out, find a needle head of the bank on the doorstep, he bent down to pick it up.

　　The second day, he received a notification of the bank.

　　Originally, he squatted down to pick up the needle scene is just the bank's chairman saw. The chairman believes that the bank engaged in work, are in need of such spirit of Rafael Sarto.

　　Maybe he is not a lucky million, but you can guarantee this luck will not come upon you? I believe the success of him, including the Bank of France and finally become the king. He is not only because of his good luck, but the key is that he fully prepared. It is not a temporary move his needle, and he should be good to follow up the details of an attitude. That is to say, if you know the details of the implementation details of the Rafael Sarto spirit you have found the details, don't you succeed?

　　法國銀行大王賈庫。拉非薩托年輕時(shí)一度失業(yè)，曾五十一次求職遭拒絕，當(dāng)他第五十二次求職遭拒絕后走出去時(shí)，發(fā)現(xiàn)這家銀行門前的臺階上有一枚打頭針，就彎腰把它撿了起來。

　　第二天，他收到了這家銀行的錄用通知。

　　原來，他蹲下?lián)灬樀那榫罢�好被銀行的'懂事長看見了。懂事長認(rèn)為，從事銀行工作的人，正需要有拉斐薩托的這種精神。

　　或許他是萬中無一的幸運(yùn)兒，但你能保證這種幸運(yùn)不會降臨在你的身上嗎？我相信成功的他，包括：最后成為法國銀行大王。他不僅僅是因?yàn)樗�的好運(yùn)，更關(guān)鍵的是，他做好了充分的準(zhǔn)備。撿針不是他的一時(shí)之舉，而應(yīng)該是他能夠很好跟進(jìn)細(xì)節(jié)的一種態(tài)度。這也就是說如果你擁有發(fā)現(xiàn)細(xì)節(jié)、了解細(xì)節(jié)、執(zhí)行細(xì)節(jié)的拉斐薩托精神，難道你不會成功嗎？

　　5.英文童話故事

　　Long ago,there was a big cat in the house. He caught many mice while they were stealingfood.

　　One day the mice had a meetingto talk about the way to deal with their common enemy. Some said this,andsome said that.

　　At last a young mouse gotup, and said that he had a good idea.

　　"We could tie a bellaround the neck of the cat. Then when he comes near, we can hear the sound ofthe bell, and run away."

　　Everyone approved of thisproposal, but an old wise mouse got up and said, "That is all very well,but who will tie the bell to the cat?" The mice looked at each other, butnobody spoke.

　　從前，一所房子里面有一只大貓，他抓住了很多偷東西的老鼠。

　　一天，老鼠在一起開會商量如何對付他們奇特的敵人。會上大家各有各的主張，最后，一只小老鼠站出來說他有一個(gè)好主意。

　　“咱們可能在貓的脖子上綁一個(gè)鈴鐺，那么如果他來到附近，咱們聽到鈴聲就能夠立即逃跑�！�

　　大家都同意這個(gè)倡導(dǎo)，這時(shí)一只聰明的老耗子站出來說：“這確切是個(gè)絕妙的主意，然而誰來給貓的脖子上綁鈴鐺呢?”老鼠們面面相覷，誰也不談話。

　　寓意：有些事件說起來容易，做起來卻很難。

英文童話故事14

　　THE ELFIN HILL

　　A FEW large lizards were running nimbly about in the clefts of an old tree. They could understand one another very well, for they spoke the lizard language. "What a buzzing and a rumbling there is in the elfin hill," said one of the lizards.

　　"I have not been able to close my eyes for two nights on account of the noise; I might just as well have had the toothache, for that always keeps me awake."

　　"There is something going on within there," said the other lizard; "they propped up the top of the hill with four red posts, till cockcrowthis morning, so that it is thoroughly aired, and the elfin girls have learnt new dances; there is something."

　　"I spoke about it to an earthworm of my acquaintance," said a third lizard; "the earthworm had just come from the elfin hill, where he has been groping about in the earth day and night. He has heard a great deal; although he cannot see, poor miserable creature, yet he understands very well how to wriggle and lurk about. They expect friends in the elfin hill, grand company, too; but who they are the earthworm would not say, or, perhaps, he really did not know. All the willo'thewisps are ordered to be there to hold a torch dance, as it is called. The silver and gold which is plentiful in the hill will be polished and placed out in the moonlight."

　　"Who can the strangers be?" asked the lizards; "what can the matter be? Hark, what a buzzing and humming there is!"

　　Just at this moment the elfin hill opened, and an old elfin maiden, hollow behind, came tripping out; she was the old elf king's housekeeper, and a distant relative of the family; therefore she wore an amber heart on the middle of her forehead. Her feet moved very fast, "trip, trip;" good gracious, how she could trip right down to the sea to the nightraven.

　　"You are invited to the elf hill for this evening," said she; "but will you do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you oughtto do something, for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore the old elf king wishes to make a great display."

　　"Who is to be invited?" asked the raven.

　　"All the world may come to the great ball, even human beings, if they can only talk in their sleep, or do something after our fashion. But for the feast the company must be carefully selected; we can only admit persons of high rank; I have had a dispute myself with the elf king, as he thought we could not admit ghosts. The merman and his daughter must be invited first, although it may not be agreeable to them to remain so long on dry land, but they shall have a wet stone to sit on, or perhaps something better; so I think they will not refuse this time. We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the deathhorse, or the gravepig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently."

　　"Croak," said the nightraven as he flew away with the invitations.

　　The elfin maidens we're already dancing on the elf hill, and they danced in shawls woven from moonshine and mist, which look very pretty to those who like such things. The large hall within the elf hill was splendidly decorated; the floor had been washed with moonshine, and the walls had been rubbed with magic ointment, so that they glowed like tulipleaves in the light. In the kitchen were frogs roasting on the spit, and dishes preparing of snail skins, with children's fingers in them, salad of mushroom seed, hemlock, noses and marrow of mice, beer from the marsh woman's brewery, and sparkling saltpetre wine from the grave cellars. These were all substantial food. Rusty nails and churchwindow glass formed the dessert. The old elf king had his gold crown polished up with powdered slatepencil; it was like that used by the first form, and very difficult for an elf king to obtain. In the bedrooms, curtains were hung up and fastened with the slime of snails; there was, indeed, a buzzing and humming everywhere.

　　"Now we must fumigate the place with burnt horsehair and pig's bristles, and then I think I shall have done my part," said the elf manservant.

　　"Father, dear," said the youngest daughter, "may I now hear who our highborn visitors are?"

　　"Well, I suppose I must tell you now," he replied; "two of my daughters must prepare themselves to be married, for the marriages certainly will take place. The old goblin from Norway, who lives in the ancient Dovre mountains, and who possesses many castles built of rock and freestone, besides a gold mine, which is better than all, so it is thought, is coming with his two sons, who are both seeking a wife. The old goblin is a truehearted, honest, old Norwegian graybeard; cheerful and straightforward. I knew him formerly, when we used to drink together to our good fellowship: he came here once to fetch his wife, she is dead now. She was the daughter of the king of the chalkhills at Moen. They say he took his wife from chalk; I shall be delighted to see him again. It is said that the boys are illbred, forward lads, but perhaps that is not quite correct, and they will become better as they grow older. Let me see that you know how to teach them good manners."

　　"And when are they coming?" asked the daughter.

　　"That depends upon wind and weather," said the elf king; "they travel economically. They will come when there is the chance of a ship. I wanted them to come over to Sweden, but the old man was not inclined to take my advice. He does not go forward with the times, and that I do not like."

　　Two willo'thewisps came jumping in, one quicker than the other, so of course, one arrived first. "They are coming! they are coming!" he cried.

　　"Give me my crown," said the elf king, "and let me stand in the moonshine."

　　The daughters drew on their shawls and bowed down to the ground. There stood the old goblin from the Dovre mountains, with his crown of hardened ice and polished fircones. Besides this, he wore a bearskin, and great, warm boots, while his sons went with their throats bare and wore no braces, for they were strong men.

　　"Is that a hill?" said the youngest of the boys, pointing to the elf hill, "we should call it a hole in Norway."

　　"Boys," said the old man, "a hole goes in, and a hill stands out; have you no eyes in your heads?"

　　Another thing they wondered at was, that they were able without trouble to understand the language.

　　"Take care," said the old man, "or people will think you have not been well brought up."

　　Then they entered the elfin hill, where the select and grand company were assembled, and so quickly had they appeared that they seemed to have been blown together. But for each guest the neatest and pleasantest arrangement had been made. The sea folks sat at table in great watertubs, and they said it was just like being at home. All behaved themselves properly excepting the two young northern goblins; they put their legs on the table and thought they were all right.

　　"Feet off the tablecloth!" said the old goblin. They obeyed, but not immediately. Then they tickled the ladies who waited at table, with the fircones, which they carried in their pockets. They took off their boots, that they might be more at ease, and gave them to the ladies to hold. But their father, the old goblin, was very different; he talked pleasantly about the stately Norwegian rocks, and told fine tales of the waterfalls which dashed over them with a clattering noise like thunder or the sound of an organ, spreading their white foam on every side. He told of the salmon that leaps in the rushing waters, while the watergod plays on his golden harp. He spoke of the bright winter nights, when the sledge bells are ringing, and the boys run with burning torches across the smooth ice, which is so transparent that they can see the fishes dart forward beneath their feet. He described everything so clearly, that those who listened could see it all; they could see the sawmills going, the menservants and the maidens singing songs, and dancing a rattling dance, when all at once the old goblin gave the old elfin maiden a kiss, such a tremendous kiss, and yet they were almost strangers to each other.

　　Then the elfin girls had to dance, first in the usual way, and then with stamping feet, which they performed very well; then followed the artistic and solo dance. Dear me, how they did throw their legs about! No one could tell where the dance begun, or where it ended, nor indeed which were legs and which were arms, for they were all flying about together, like the shavings in a sawpit! And then they spun round so quickly that the deathhorse and the gravepig became sick and giddy, and were obliged to leave the table.

　　"Stop!" cried the old goblin," is that the only housekeeping they can perform? Can they do anything more than dance and throw about their legs, and make a whirlwind?"

　　"You shall soon see what they can do," said the elf king. And then he called his youngest daughter to him. She was slender and fair as moonlight, and the most graceful of all the sisters. She took a white chip in her mouth, and vanished instantly; this was her accomplishment. But the old goblin said he should not like his wife to have such an accomplishment, and thought his boys would have the same objection. Another daughter could make a figure like herself follow her, as if she had a shadow, which none of the goblin folk ever had. The third was of quite a different sort; she had learnt in the brewhouse of the moor witch how to lard elfin puddings with glowworms.

　　"She will make a good housewife," said the old goblin, and then saluted her with his eyes instead of drinking her health; for he did not drink much.

　　Now came the fourth daughter, with a large harp to play upon; and when she struck the first chord, every one lifted up the left leg (for the goblins are leftlegged), and at the second chord they found they must all do just what she wanted.

　　"That is a dangerous woman," said the old goblin; and the two sons walked out of the hill; they had had enough of it. "And what can the next daughter do?" asked the old goblin.

　　"I have learnt everything that is Norwegian," said she; "and I will never marry, unless I can go to Norway."

　　Then her youngest sister whispered to the old goblin, "That is only because she has heard, in a Norwegian song, that when the world shall decay, the cliffs of Norway will remain standing like monuments; and she wants to get there, that she may be safe; for she is so afraid of sinking."

　　"Ho! ho!" said the old goblin, "is that what she means? Well, what can the seventh and last do?"

　　"The sixth comes before the seventh," said the elf king, for he could reckon; but the sixth would not come forward.

　　"I can only tell people the truth," said she. "No one cares for me, nor troubles himself about me; and I have enough to do to sew my grave clothes."

　　So the seventh and last came; and what could she do? Why, she could tell stories, as many as you liked, on any subject.

英文童話故事15

　　Snow-white ate the red side of the apple. When the powder was in her mouth, she fell down dead. The Queen went back to her house. She went into her room. she looked into the glass and said, "Tell me, glass upon the wall, who is most beautiful of all?" The glass said, "The Queen is most beautiful of all." Then the Queen know that Snow-white was dead.

　　The Little Men came back to the hut. When they saw that Snow-white was dead, the poor Little Men cried. Then they put Snow-white in a box made of glass. They took the glass box to a hill and put it there, and said, "Everyone who goes by will see how beautiful she was." Then each Little Man put one white flower on the box, and they went away.

　　Just as they were going away, a Prince came by. He saw the glass box and said, "What is that?" Then he saw Snow-white in the box. He said, "She was very beautiful: but do not put her there. There is a hall in the garden of my father's house. It is all made of white stone. We will take the glass box and put it in the hall of beautiful white stone."

　　白雪公主吃了蘋果紅的一半,當(dāng)粉末進(jìn)入她嘴里時(shí),她倒下去死了。王后回到家,進(jìn)了自己的房間,對著鏡子說:“告訴我,墻上的魔鏡,誰是世界上最漂亮的。”魔鏡說:“王后是世界上最漂亮的�！庇谑�,王后知道白雪公主已經(jīng)死了。小矮人們回到小屋,發(fā)現(xiàn)白雪公主死了�？蓱z的.小矮人們?nèi)�都哭了。然�?他們把白雪公主放進(jìn)玻璃棺材里,并把它抬到山坡上,安放在那里,說:“每位經(jīng)過這里的人都會看見她是多么美麗�！苯又�每個(gè)小矮人在棺材上放了一朵白花,然后離開了。

　　他們剛剛要離開,一位王子從此經(jīng)過,他看著玻璃棺材說:“那是什么?”這時(shí),他發(fā)現(xiàn)白雪公主躺在里面,他說:“她太美麗了,不能把她放在這里,在父親的王宮里有一座大廳,整個(gè)大廳都是用白石頭砌成,我們把玻璃棺材搬到那所漂亮的白石大廳里�！�

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