英文童话故事

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英文童话故事1

　　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.

英文童话故事2

　　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.

英文童话故事3

　　印度故事《驼瓮俱失》。

　　从前有一个人, 在瓮里灌满了谷子。

　　他家的骆驼把头伸进瓮里吃谷子，但是头退不出来了。有个老人告诉主人说：“我教你一个办法，只要砍掉骆驼的头，它就会自动地出来”。主人听了老人的.话，就用刀砍下了骆驼的头。

　　把骆驼杀了，但还是没解决问题。

　　直到打破了瓮，才把头取了出来。这个蠢人遭到了众人的讥笑。

　　Indian story "Camels and urns are lost."

　　In the past there was a man filled with millet in an urn.

　　His family camel put his head into the urns to eat millet, but the head did not come out. An old man told the owner: " I teach you a way to cut the camel's head and it will come out automatically." When the master listened to the old man, he cut the head of the camel with a knife.

　　Kill the camel, but still did not solve the problem.

　　Until the urn was broken, it was taken out. The fool got ridiculed by all.

英文童话故事4

　　Two madmen were talking in the mental hospital, and one said, "I have decided to give my sister to you in marriage once we are out of here."　　The other man said, "No, thank you. It cannot be so."　　He asked, "Why？" The man answered , "Because,according to our family tradition only relatives get married. We cannot marry an outsider."　　The other man asked, "How come there is such a family custom？" He said, "You see, my grandmother married my grandfather. My mother married my father, my sister married my brother—in—law, and so on. How can I marry your sister？"

英文童话故事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!

英文童话故事6

The Iron Stove

　　Once upon a time when wishes came true there was a king's son who was enchanted by an old witch, so that he was obliged to sit in a large iron stove in a wood. There he lived for many years, and no one could free him. At last a king's daughter came into the wood; she had lost her way, and could not find her father's kingdom again. She had been wandering round and round for nine days, and she came at last to the iron case. A voice came from within and asked her, 'Where do you come from, and where do you want to go?' She answered, 'I have lost my way to my father's kingdom, and I shall never get home again.' Then the voice from the iron stove said, 'I will help you to find your home again, and that in a very short time, if you will promise to do what I ask you. I am a greater prince than you are a princess, and I will marry you.' Then she grew frightened, and thought, 'What can a young lassie do with an iron stove?' But as she wanted very much to go home to her father, she promised to do what he wished.

　　He said, 'You must come again, and bring a knife with you to scrape a hole in the iron.'

　　Then he gave her someone for a guide, who walked near her and said nothing, but he brought her in two hours to her house. There was great joy in the castle when the Princess came back, and the old King fell on her neck and kissed her. But she was very much troubled, and said, 'Dear father, listen to what has befallen me! I should never have come home again out of the great wild wood if I had not come to an iron stove, to whom I have had to promise that I will go back to free him and marry him!' The old King was so frightened that he nearly fainted, for she was his only daughter. So they consulted together, and determined that the miller's daughter, who was very beautiful, should take her place. They took her there, gave her a knife, and said she must scrape at the iron stove. She scraped for twenty-four hours, but did not make the least impression. When the day broke, a voice called from the iron stove, 'It seems to me that it is day outside.' Then she answered, 'It seems so to me; I think I hear my father's mill rattling.'

　　'So you are a miller's daughter! Then go away at once, and tell the King's daughter to come.'

　　Then she went away, and told the old King that the thing inside the iron stove would not have her, but wanted the Princess. The old King was frightened, and his daughter wept. But they had a swineherd's daughter who was even more beautiful than the miller's daughter, and they gave her a piece of gold to go to the iron stove instead of the Princess. Then she was taken out, and had to scrape for four-and-twenty hours, but she could make no impression. As soon as the day broke the voice from the stove called out, 'It seems to be daylight outside.' Then she answered, ' It seems so to me too; I think I hear my father blowing his horn.' 'So you are a swineherd'

　　s daughter! Go away at once, and let the King's daughter come. And say to her that what I foretell shall come to pass, and if she does not come everything in the kingdom shall fall into ruin, and not one stone shall be left upon another.' When the Princess heard this she began to cry, but it was no good; she had to keep her word. She took leave of her father, put a knife in her belt, and went to the iron stove in the wood. As soon as she reached it she began to scrape, and the iron gave way and before two hours had passed she had made a little hole. Then she peeped in and saw such a beautiful youth all shining with gold and precious stones that she fell in love with him on the spot. So she scraped away harder than ever, and made the hole so large that he could get out. Then he said, 'You are mine, and I am thine; you are my bride and have set me free!' He wanted to take her with him to his kingdom, but she begged him just to let her go once more to her father; and the Prince let her go, but told her not to say more than three words to her father, then to come back again. So she went home, but alas! she said MORE THAN THREE WORDS; and immediately the iron stove vanished and went away over a mountain of glass and sharp swords. But the Prince was free, and was no longer shut up in it. Then she said good-bye to her father, and took a little money with her, and went again into the great wood to look for the iron stove; but she could not find it. She sought it for nine days, and then her hunger became so great that she did not know how she could live any longer. And when it was evening she climbed a little tree and wished that the night would not come, because she was afraid of the wild beasts. When midnight came she saw afar off a little light, and thought, 'Ah! if only I could reach that!' Then she got down from the tree and went towards the light. She came to a little old house with a great deal of grass growing round, and stood in front of a little heap of wood. She thought, 'Alas! what am I coming to?' and peeped through the window; but she saw nothing inside except big and little toads, and a table beautifully spread with roast meats and wine, and all the dishes and drinking-cups were of silver. Then she took heart and knocked. Then a fat toad called out:

　　'Little green toad with leg like crook, Open wide the door, and look Who it was the latch that shook.'

　　And a little toad came forward and let her in. When she entered they all bid her welcome, and made her sit down. They asked her how she came there and what she wanted. Then she told everything that had happened to her, and how, because she had exceeded her permission only to speak three words, the stove had disappeared with the Prince; and how she had searched a very long time, and must wander over mountain and valley till she found him.

　　Then the old toad said:

　　'Little green toad whose leg doth twist, Go to the corner of which you wist, And bring to m

　　e the large old kist.'

　　And the little toad went and brought out a great chest. Then they gave her food and drink, and led her to a beautifully made bed of silk and samite, on which she lay down and slept soundly. When the day dawned she arose, and the old toad gave her three things out of the huge chest to take with her. She would have need of them, for she had to cross a high glass mountain, three cutting swords, and a great lake. When she had passed these she would find her lover again. So she was given three large needles, a plough-wheel, and three nuts, which she was to take great care of. She set out with these things, and when she came to the glass mountain which was so slippery she stuck the three needles behind her feet and then in front, and so got over it, and when she was on the other side put them carefully away.

　　Then she reached the three cutting swords, and got on her plough-wheel and rolled over them. At last she came to a great lake, and, when she had crossed that, arrived at a beautiful castle. She went in and gave herself out as a servant, a poor maid who would gladly be engaged. But she knew that the Prince whom she had freed from the iron stove in the great wood was in the castle. So she was taken on as a kitchen-maid for very small wages. Now the Prince was about to marry another princess, for he thought she was dead long ago.

　　In the evening, when she had washed up and was ready, she felt in her pocket and found the three nuts which the old toad had given her. She cracked one and was going to eat the kernel, when behold! there was a beautiful royal dress inside it! When the bride heard of this, she came and begged for the dress, and wanted to buy it, saying that it was not a dress for a serving-maid. Then she said she would not sell it unless she was granted one favour--namely, to sleep by the Prince's door. The bride granted her this, because the dress was so beautiful and she had so few like it. When it was evening she said to her bridegroom, 'That stupid maid wants to sleep by your door.'

　　'If you are contented, I am,' he said. But she gave him a glass of wine in which she had poured a sleeping-draught. Then they both went to his room, but he slept so soundly that she could not wake him. The maid wept all night long, and said, 'I freed you in the wild wood out of the iron stove; I have sought you, and have crossed a glassy mountain, three sharp swords, and a great lake before I found you, and will you not hear me now?' The servants outside heard how she cried the whole night, and they told their master in the morning.

　　When she had washed up the next evening she bit the second nut, and there was a still more beautiful dress inside. When the bride saw it she wanted to buy it also. But the maid did not want money, and asked that she should sleep again by the Prince's door. The bride, however, gave him a sleeping-draught, and he slept so soundly that he heard nothing. But t

　　he kitchen-maid wept the whole night long, and said, 'I have freed you in a wood and from an iron stove; I sought you and have crossed a glassy mountain, three sharp swords, and a great lake to find you, and now you will not hear me!' The servants outside heard how she cried the whole night, and in the morning they told their master.

　　And when she had washed up on the third night she bit the third nut, and there was a still more beautiful dress inside that was made of pure gold. When the bride saw it she wanted to have it, but the maid would only give it her on condition that she should sleep for the third time by the Prince's door. But the Prince took care not to drink the sleeping-draught. When she began to weep and to say, 'Dearest sweetheart, I freed you in the horrible wild wood, and from an iron stove,' he jumped up and said, 'You are right. You are mine, and I am thine.' Though it was still night, he got into a carriage with her, and they took the false bride's clothes away, so that she could not follow them. When they came to the great lake they rowed across, and when they reached the three sharp swords they sat on the plough-wheel, and on the glassy mountain they stuck the three needles in. So they arrived at last at the little old house, but when they stepped inside it turned into a large castle. The toads were all freed, and were beautiful King's children, running about for joy. There they were married, and they remained in the castle, which was much larger than that of the Princess's father's. But because the old man did not like being left alone, they went and fetched him. So they had two kingdoms and lived in great wealth.

　　A mouse has run, My story's done.

英文童话故事7

　　There are many mice in the house. The man of the house has a cat. The cat kills(杀死)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(铃)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."

英文童话故事8

　　公鸡和宝玉

　　a cock in the field for themselves and hens are in search of food. he found a piece of gem, it is baoyu said: “if it were not, but found the owner, he would very much treasure to bring up to; but found it useless. its all baoyu world, we might as well be a wheat good stars. ”

　　it is said that he is the real thing to be precious

　　一只公鸡在田野里为自己和母鸡们寻找食物。他发现了一块宝玉，便对宝玉说：“若不是，而是的`主人找到了，他会非常珍惜地把捡起来；但发现了却毫无用处。与其得到世界上一切宝玉，倒不如得到一颗麦子好。”

　　这是说自己需的东西才是真正珍贵的。

英文童话故事9

　　Once there was a boy who lived on a farm. Every day he had to take his father’s sheep to a hill. One day he tried to play a trick on the other people. He said to himself. I will call “wolf. wolf.” then everyone come to help me. It will be fun when they find out there is no wolf after all. So he cried: “wolf .wolf.” and everyone ran to help him. When they came he just said: “there is no wolf. It was only a joke.” He did this three times.

　　Then one day a wolf really came. “Help! Help! The wolf is here.” called the boy. But everyone said: “No you know that there is no wolf. He is just calling us for fun. There is no danger.” So they did not go to help the boy. The wolf killed all the sheep then.

英文童话故事10

　　1.英文童话故事

　　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.

　　鹦鹉和猫

　　从前，有人买了一只毛色鲜艳的鹦鹉。他没有把鹦鹉关在笼子里，也没有用链条把他拴在栖木上，而让他在家里自由自在地飞来飞去。鹦鹉对此十分高兴，扑动翅膀，从一间屋子飞到另一间屋子，愉快地尖声叫着，最终停在华丽的帷幔的边上。

　　"你到底是谁？"从下头传来怒气冲冲的说话声，"立刻住嘴，别发出那难听的声音。"

　　鹦鹉看见地毯上有一只猫抬头看着他。

　　"我是鹦鹉。我刚到，我要使劲地吵吵。"他说。 "那你就一声不响吧，"鹦鹉欢快地说，"我不明白你在这儿干什么，可我明白我的活儿。主人为了我的声音才买我，我必须得让他听到。"

　　不一样的人因有不一样的特点而受重视。

　　2.英文童话故事

　　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.

　　男孩和荨麻

　　有个男孩子在地里玩耍，被荨麻刺痛了。他跑回家去，告诉妈妈出了什么事。

　　"我可是轻轻地碰了它一下，"他说，"那厌恶的东西就把我刺痛了。"

　　"你只轻轻地碰了它一下，所以它才刺痛你，"妈妈对他说，"下一回你再碰到荨麻，就尽量紧紧地抓住它。那它就根本不会刺痛你了。"

　　要敢于应对危险。

　　3.英文童话故事

　　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.

　　盘山宝积禅师有一天路过市场时，偶然听到顾客与屠夫的对话。顾客对屠夫说：“给我割一斤好肉。”

　　屠夫听了，放下屠刀反问：“哪一块不是好肉呢？”

　　顾客当时怔住，而在一旁的盘山宝积禅师却领悟了。

　　我们总是感到，现在的工作不够理想，有很多的抱怨，如：“工作的环境不够好、开的工薪比其它公司的员工要底、觉得自己的公司品牌比较小等等，有着很多的不如意。”而实际上，“哪一块肉是不好的呢？”

　　不论在什么样的公司里，什么样的'工作环境中，你对这份工作投入了多少你就会收获多少。关键在于你如何看待。

　　4.英文童话故事

　　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?

　　法国银行大王贾库。拉非萨托年轻时一度失业，曾五十一次求职遭拒绝，当他第五十二次求职遭拒绝后走出去时，发现这家银行门前的台阶上有一枚打头针，就弯腰把它捡了起来。

　　第二天，他收到了这家银行的录用通知。

　　原来，他蹲下捡针的情景正好被银行的懂事长看见了。懂事长认为，从事银行工作的人，正需要有拉斐萨托的这种精神。

　　或许他是万中无一的幸运儿，但你能保证这种幸运不会降临在你的身上吗？我相信成功的他，包括：最后成为法国银行大王。他不仅仅是因为他的好运，更关键的是，他做好了充分的准备。捡针不是他的一时之举，而应该是他能够很好跟进细节的一种态度。这也就是说如果你拥有发现细节、了解细节、执行细节的拉斐萨托精神，难道你不会成功吗？

　　5.英文童话故事

　　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.

　　从前，一所房子里面有一只大猫，他抓住了很多偷东西的老鼠。

　　一天，老鼠在一起开会商量如何对付他们奇特的敌人。会上大家各有各的主张，最后，一只小老鼠站出来说他有一个好主意。

　　“咱们可能在猫的脖子上绑一个铃铛，那么如果他来到附近，咱们听到铃声就能够立即逃跑。”

　　大家都同意这个倡导，这时一只聪明的老耗子站出来说：“这确切是个绝妙的主意，然而谁来给猫的脖子上绑铃铛呢?”老鼠们面面相觑，谁也不谈话。

　　寓意：有些事件说起来容易，做起来却很难。

英文童话故事11

　　国君的宠妃

　　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.”

　　古时候，卫国地方有一位女子，长得很漂亮，她是卫国国君最宠爱的妃子。根据卫国的法律，无论是谁，如果没有得到允许而乘坐国君的马车，就要处以斩去双脚的`刑罚。有一次，这位王妃的母亲患了重病，有人在半夜里赶来把消息告诉了她。于是她就乘坐国君的马车，赶去看望母亲。事后，国君不仅没有惩罚她，而且还夸奖了她几句。“她是多么有孝心啊！”他说，“她为了母亲，甚至冒了砍掉双脚的危险。”

　　后来又有一天，她正和国君在花园里嬉戏。他拿了一只桃子吃，吃到一半觉得这只桃子特别甜，于是就把它让给了国君吃。国君说：“她是多么爱我啊，愿意把最好的东西让给我。”

　　但是，这位王妃的美貌渐渐消逝，国君就开始冷淡她了。

　　后来有一次，她无意中冒犯了国君，国君就说：“是不是有一次你未经允许，就乘坐了我的马车？是不是你把吃剩的桃子给我吃？”

英文童话故事12

　　There was once a cook named Grethel，who wore shoes with red rosettes（花结），and when she walked out with them on，she turned herself this way and that，and thought，"You certainly are a pretty girl！" And when she came home she drank，in her gladness of heart，a draught1 of wine，and as wine excites a desire to eat，she tasted the best of whatever she was cooking until she was satisfied，and said，"The cook must know what the food is like."It came to pass that the master one day said to her，"Grethel，there is a guest coming this evening；prepare me two fowls2 very daintily（讲究地，优美地）." "I will see to it，master，" answered Grethel. She killed two fowls，scalded them，plucked them，put them on the spit，and towards evening set them before the fire，that they might roast. The fowls began to turn brown，and were nearly ready，but the guest had not yet arrived. Then Grethel called out to her master，"If the guest does not come，I must take the fowls away from the fire，but it will be a sin and a shame if they are not eaten directly，when they are juiciest." The master said，"I will run myself，and fetch the guest."

　　When the master had turned his back，Grethel laid the spit with the fowls on one side，and thought，"Standing4 so long by the fire there，makes one hot and thirsty；who knows when they will come？Meanwhile，I will run into the cellar，and take a drink." She ran down，set a jug5，said，"God bless it to thy use，Grethel，" and took a good drink，and took yet another hearty6 draught.Then she went and put the fowls down again to the fire，basted7 them，and drove the spit merrily round. But as the roast meat smelt8 so good，Grethel thought，"Something might be wrong，it ought to be tasted！" She touched it with her finger，and said，"Ah！how good fowls are！It certainly is a sin and a shame that they are not eaten directly！" She ran to the window，to see if the master was not coming with his guest，but she saw no one，and went back to the fowls and thought，"

英文童话故事13

　　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."

　　一只猫在森林里遇到一只狐狸，心想：“他又聪明，经验又丰富，挺受人尊重的。”於是它很友好地和狐狸打招呼：“日安，尊敬的狐狸先生，您好吗?这些日子挺艰难的，您过得怎么样?”

　　狐狸傲慢地将猫从头到脚地打量了一番，半天拿不定主意是不是该和它说话。最后它说：“哦，你这个倒霉的长着鬍子、满身花纹的傻瓜、饥肠辘辘地追赶老鼠的.傢伙，你会啥?有甚么资格问我过得怎么样?你都学了点甚么本事?”

　　“我只有一种本领。”猫谦虚地说。

　　“甚么本领?”狐狸问。

　　“有人追我的时候，我会爬到树上去藏起来保护自己。”

　　“就这本事?”狐狸不屑地说，“我掌握了上百种本领，而且还有满口袋计谋。我真觉得你可怜，跟着我吧，我教你怎么从追捕中逃生。”

　　就在这时，猎人带着四条狗走近了。猫敏捷地窜到一棵树上，在树顶上蹲伏下来，茂密的树叶把它遮挡得严严实实。

　　“快打开你的计谋口袋，狐狸先生，快打开呀!”猫冲着狐狸喊道。可是猎狗已经将狐狸扑倒咬住了。“哎呀，狐狸先生，”猫喊道，“你的千百种本领就这么给扔掉了!假如你能像我一样爬树就不至於丢了性命了!”

英文童话故事14

　　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？

英文童话故事15

　　The Miser.

　　A MISER sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations.

　　A neighbor, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, "Pray do not grieve so; but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not make the slightest use of it."

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