英語童話小故事
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英語童話小故事一：
Long ago in a small, faraway village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he hounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and firendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
很久以前的一個很遠的小村莊裏，有一個以"千鏡屋"而著名的地方。一個樂觀的小狗聽說了這個地方並決定去參觀。當來到這個地方，他蹦蹦跳歡恰快的上了臺階，來到房門口，他高高豎起耳朵，歡快地搖着尾巴，從門口往裏張望，他驚奇地看到有1000只歡樂的小狗像他一樣快的搖尾巴。他燦爛地微笑着，回報他的是1000張熱情，友好的燦爛笑臉。離開時他心想："這是一個精彩的地主，我一定要經常來參觀。"
在這個村裏還有另一隻想參觀"千鏡屋"的小狗，他不及第一隻小狗樂觀，他慢吞吞地爬上臺階，然後耷拉着腦袋往屋子裏看。一看到有1000只小狗不友好地盯着他，他便開始衝他們狂吠，鏡中的1000只小狗也衝着他狂吠，把他給嚇壞了，他在離開時心想："這是一個恐怖的地方，我再也不會來了。"
世界上所有的臉都是鏡子，在你所遇見的人的臉上你看到反射出來的是什麼?
英語童話小故事二：
風和太陽(The Wind And The Sun)
One day the wind said to the sun, “Look at that man walking along the road. I can get his cloak off more quickly than you can.” (有一天風跟太陽說: “看看那個沿着路上走的人.我可以比你快讓他把披風脫下來.)
“We will see about that,” said the sun. “I will let you try first.” (“我們等着看吧,”太陽說, “我讓你先試.)
So the wind tried to make the man take off his cloak. He blew and blew, but the man only pulled his cloak more closely around himself. (因此風嘗試讓那個人把披風脫下來.他用力地吹,可是那個人把披風拉得更緊.)
“I give up,” said the wind at last. “I cannot get his cloak off.” Then the sun tried. He shone as hard as he could. The man soon became hot and took off his cloak. (“我放棄了,”風最後說, “我無法讓他把披風脫下來.”然後由太陽試試看.他儘可能地曬他.不久,那個人很熱就把披風脫下來了.)
英語童話小故事三：
lt was dreadfully cold, it was snowing fast, and almost dark; the evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl, with bare head and feet, was still wandering about the streets. When she left her home she had slippers on, but they were much too large for her; indeed, properly, they belonged to her mother, and had dropped off her feet whilst she was running very fast across the road, to get out of the way of two carriages. One of the slippers was not to be found, the other had been snatched up by a little boy, who ran off with it thinking it might serve him as a doll's cradle.
So the little girl now walked on, her bare feet quite red and blue with the cold. She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a good many more in her tattered apron. No one had bought any of them the live long day; no one had given her a single penny. Trembling with cold and hunger crept she on, the picture of sorrow: poor little child
The snow-flakes fell on her long, fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders; but she thought not of her own beauty, or of the cold. Lights were glimmering through every window, and the savor of roast goose reached her from several houses; it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.
In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She sat down, drawing her little feet close under her, but in vain, she could not warm them. She dared not go home, she had sold no matches, earned not a single penny, and perhaps her father would beat her， besides her home was almost as cold as the street， it was an attic; and although the larger of the many chinks in the roof were stopped up with straw and rags. the wind and snow often penetrated through. Her hands were nearly dead with cold; one little match from her bundle would warm them. Perhaps, if she dared light it, she drew one out, and struck it against the wall, bravo! it was a bright, warm flame, and she held her hands over it. It was quite an illumination for that poor little girl; nay,1 call it rather a magic taper, for it seemed to her as though she was sitting before a large iron-stove with brass ornaments, so beautifully blazed the fire within! The child stretched out her feet to warm them also; alas, in an instant the flame had died away, the stove vanished, the little girl sat cold and comfortless, with the burnt match in her hand.
A second match was struck against the wall; it kindles and blazed, and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil. The little girl could see into the room within. She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth, whereon were ranged shining china-dishes; the roast goose stuffed with apples and dried plums stood at one end, smoking hot, and which was pleasantest of all to see;the goose, with knife and fork still in her breast, jumped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child. The match was burnt out, and only the thick, hard wall was beside her.
天氣非常非常冷，雪下得很大，夜幕已降臨。這是舊年最後的一夜——除夕之夜。儘管天氣是那麼的寒冷和黑暗，一個貧窮的小女孩，光頭赤腳仍在大街上徘徊。當她離家出門的時候，腳上穿着一雙拖鞋，那是一雙相當大的拖鞋——的確太大了，那是她媽媽穿着合適的一雙拖鞋。當她匆忙橫穿馬路的時候，兩輛馬車飛快地闖過來，嚇得她把拖鞋跑丟了。一隻怎麼也找不到，另一隻被一個小男孩搶跑了。他想，這隻鞋可以當做玩具娃娃睡覺的搖籃。
現在這小女孩只好光着腳在街上行走，一雙腳步凍得又紅又青。她那破舊的圍裙兜着許多火柴，手裏還拿着一小捆。可整整一天誰也沒有向她買過一根——誰也沒有給她一個銅板。她又餓又冷，哆哆嗦嗦地向前走着，這是一幅非常悽慘的景象：可憐的小姑娘
雪花落在她那金黃色的頭髮上——長長的捲髮披散在肩上，看起來十分美麗，可她想不到自己的漂亮。從每扇窗子透出的亮光和飄出的烤鵝肉香味，使她想起的只是今天是除夕之夜。
街邊一前一後坐落着兩座房子，形成一個小牆角，她蹲在牆角里，把一雙小腳捲縮到身下坐了下來，可是沒有用，她還是不覺得暖和。她不敢回家，因爲她還沒有賣掉一根火柴，沒有掙到一個銅板，她的父親也許會因此打她，況且她家幾乎和大街上一樣冷。那是一間閣樓，雖然屋頂上幾個較大的裂口用草和破布堵住了，可風和雪還是不時地灌進來，她那雙小手差不多凍僵了。她想，只要她敢抽出一根火柴，在牆上擦燃，就可以暖手，終於她抽出了一根。哧!火柴燃起來了，冒出了火苗。當她雙手覆在上面時，它變成了一朵光明、溫暖的火焰，象一根奇妙的小蠟燭。小姑娘覺得自己象坐在一個大火爐旁邊一樣，鐵爐鑲有錚亮的黃銅花邊和底座。火燒得多麼旺，多麼好啊!小姑娘剛剛伸出她的一雙腳，打算暖一下的時候，哎呀!這是怎麼樣一回事兒?火焰忽然熄滅了!火爐也不見了。她坐在那兒，手裏捏着那燒過的火柴，又回到了寒冷和孤單之中。
