安徒生童話(huà)故事英語(yǔ)【安徒生童話(huà)英語(yǔ)故事閱讀】

1、本文格式為word版，下載可任意編輯安徒生童話(huà)故事英語(yǔ)【安徒生童話(huà)英語(yǔ)故事閱讀】 安徒生童話(huà)美麗的語(yǔ)言、精致的構(gòu)思和充盈的童趣迎合了兒童的需求,成為現(xiàn)代兒童文學(xué)的典范。我共享安徒生童話(huà)英語(yǔ)故事，盼望可以關(guān)心大家! 安徒生童話(huà)英語(yǔ)故事：the princess onthe pea 豌豆上的公主 once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. he travelled all over the world to find one

2、, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. there were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. there was always something about them that was not as it should be. so he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess. one

3、 evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it. it was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. but, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the win

4、d had made her look. the water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. and yet she said that she was a real princess. "well, well soon find that out,' thought the old queen. but she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all

5、 the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses. on this the princess had to lie all night. in the morning she was asked how she had slept. "oh, very badly!' said

6、she. "i have scarcely closed my eyes all night. heaven only knows what was in the bed, but i was lying on something hard, so that i am black and blue all over my body. its horrible!' now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses

7、and the twenty eider-down beds. nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that. so the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it. there, that is a true story. 安徒生童話(huà)英語(yǔ)故事：t

8、he naughty boy 頑皮的孩子 once upon a time there was an old poet-one of those good, honest old poets. one evening, as he was sitting quietly in his home, a terrible storm broke out-the rain poured down in torrents-but the old poet sat warm and cozy in his study, for a fire blazed brightly in his stove an

9、d roasting apples sizzled and hissed beside it. there wont be a dry stitch on anybody out in this rain, he told himself. you see, he was a very kindhearted old poet. oh, please open the door for me! im so cold and wet! cried a little child outside his house. then it knocked at the door, while the ra

10、in poured down and the wind shook all the windows. why, the poor little child! cried the old poet as he hurried to open the door. before him stood a naked little boy, with the water streaming down from his yellow hair! he was shivering, and would certainly have perished in the storm had he not been

11、let in. you poor little fellow! said the poet again, and took him by the hand. come in, and well soon have you warmed up! i shall give you some wine and a roasted apple, for youre such a pretty little boy. and he really was pretty! his eyes sparkled like two bright stars, and his hair hung in lovely

12、 curls, even though the water was still streaming from it. he looked like a little angel, but he was pale with the cold and shivering in every limb. in his hand he held a beautiful little bow-and-arrow set, but the bow had been ruined by the rain, and all the colors on the arrows had run together. t

13、he old poet quickly sat down by the stove and took the little boy on his knee. he dried the childs hair, rubbed the blue little hands vigorously, and heated some sweet wine for him. and pretty soon the little boy felt better; the roses came back to his cheeks, and he jumped down from the old mans la

14、p and danced around the old poet. youre a cheerful boy, laughed the old man. whats your name? my name is cupid, was the reply. dont you know me? there lies my bow, and i can certainly shoot with it, too. look, the storm is over and the moon is shining! yes, the old poet said, but im afraid the rain

15、has spoiled your bow. that would be a shame, replied the little boy as he looked the bow over carefully. no, its already dry again, and the string is good and tight. no damage done. i guess ill try it. then he fitted an arrow to his bow, aimed it, and shot the good old poet right through the heart!

16、do you see now that my bow is not spoiled? he said laughingly, and ran out of the house. wasnt he a naughty boy to shoot the good old poet who had been so kind to him, taken him into his warm room, and given him his delicious wine and his best apple? the good poet lay on the floor and wept, because

17、he really had been shot right through the heart. what a naughty boy that cupid is! he cried. i must warn all the good children, so that they will be careful and never play with him. because he will certainly do them some harm! so he warned all the good children, and they were very careful to keep aw

18、ay from that naughty cupid. but he is very clever and he tricks them all the time. when the students are going home from the lectures, he runs beside them, with a black coat on and a book under his arm. they dont recognize him, but they take his arm, thinking he is a student, too, and then he sends

19、his arrows into their hearts. and when the girls are in church to be confirmed, he is likely to catch them and shoot his darts into them. yes, he is always after people! in the theater he sits up in the big chandelier, burning so brightly that people think hes a lamp, but they soon find out better.

20、he runs about the kings garden and on the rampart, and once he even shot your father and mother right through the heart! just ask them, and youll hear what they say. yes, hes a bad boy, this cupid-you had better never have anything to do with him, for he is after all of you. and what do you think? a

21、 long time ago he even shot an arrow into your poor old grandmother! the wound has healed up, but she will never forget it. saucy cupid! but now you know all about him, and what a naughty boy he is! 安徒生童話(huà)英語(yǔ)故事：a rose from homers grave 荷馬墓上的一朵玫瑰 through all the songs of the east, the eternal theme is

22、the nightingales love for the rose. in the silent, starlit nights, the winged songster sings his serenade to his beautiful scented flower. under stately plantain trees, not far from smyrna, where the merchant drives his heavily loaded camels, proudly raising their long necks and clumsily walking ove

23、r the hallowed ground, i saw a hedge of blooming roses. wild doves fluttered among the branches of the tall trees, and when the sunbeams floated on their wings they shone like mother-of-pearl. in that rose hedge one flower was more beautiful than all the rest, and to this the nightingale poured out

24、its song of grief. but the rose was silent; no dewdrop lay like a tear of pity on her petals, and with the branch on which she grew, she bent down toward a heap of large stones. here lies the sweetest singer the world has ever heard, said the rose proudly. i will scent his grave, and when the storms

25、 tear off my petals, they shall fall on him. for the singer of the iliad returned to this good earth whence i sprang! i, a rose from homers grave, am too sacred a bloom for a poor mere nightingale! and the nightingale sang himself to death. then came the bearded camel driver with his laden camels an

26、d his black slaves. his little boy found the dead bird, and in pity buried it in the grave of the great homer while the rose trembled slightly in the wind. the evening came, and the rose folded her petals tightly and dreamed. it dreamed that it was a beautiful sunny day and that a caravan of foreign

27、 frankish men had come on a pilgrimage to the grave of homer. and among the strangers was a singer from the north, from the land of drifting mists and crackling northern lights. he broke off the rose, and pressed it between the leaves of a book, and so carried it off with him to his own country, in that far part of the world. tightly pressed in the narrow book, the rose withered away