少儿英语故事 [少儿英语故事精选2020]

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The Three Fishermen4

Brother must have passed through the years in a hurry, remembering hisfather bringing him here as a boy. "A ways back," Brother said in his clippedNorth Saugus fashion, outlander, specific, no waste in his words. Old OrenBentley, it had been told us, had walked five miles through the unknown woodsoff Route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite, the remnants of an oldlodge1, and a great curve in the Pine River so that a mile's walk in eitherdirection 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 himway back some. Met him at the Iron Bridge. We passed a few times." Instantly wecould see the story. A whole history of encounter was in his words; it marchedright through us the way knowledge does, as well as legend. He pointed2 at thecoffeepot. "The boys'll be off, but my days down there get cut up some. I'll sita while and take some of thet." He said thet too pronounced, too dramatic, andit was a short time before I knew why.

The white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion, his headnodded again. He spoke3 to his sons. "You boys be back no more'n two-three hoursso 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 elderlysons 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 waythrough scattered5 limbs, experience on the move. Trout6 beware, we thought.

"We been carpenters f'ever," he said, the clip still in his words. "Thoseboys a mine been some good at it too." His head cocked, he seemed to listen fortheir departure, the leaves and branches quiet, the murmur7 of the stream atinkling8 idyllic9 music rising up the banking10. Old Venerable Himself movedthe wicker rocker forward and back, a small timing11 taking place. He washearing things we had not heard yet, the whole symphony all around us. Eddielooked at me and nodded his own nod. It said, "I'm paying attention and I knowyou are. This is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the riverwe love, that we come to twice a year, in May with the mayflies, in June withthe black flies." The gift and the scourge12, we'd often remember, having beenboth scarred and sewn by it.

The Three Fishermen5

Brother was still at memory, we could tell. Silence we thought was heavyabout 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 ahundred miles from home, in Paradise2.

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

Old Venerable Roger Treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leanedforward 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.

A Child's Dream of a Star

There was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of anumber of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constantcompanion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty ofthe flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wonderedat the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power ofGod who made the lovely world.

They used to say to one another, sometimes, supposing all the children uponearth were to die, would the flowers, and the water, and the sky be sorry? Theybelieved they would be sorry. For, said they, the buds are the children of theflowers, and the little playful streams that gambol1 down the hill-sides are thechildren of the water; and the smallest bright specks2 playing at hide and seekin the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars; and they wouldall be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more.

There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky beforethe rest, near the church spire3, above the graves. It was larger and morebeautiful, they thought, than all the others, and every night they watched forit, standing4 hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first cried out, "I seethe star!" And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it wouldrise, and where. So they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lyingdown in their beds, they always looked out once again, to bid it good-night; andwhen they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, "God bless thestar!"

But while she was still very young, oh very, very young, the sisterdrooped5, and came to be so weak that she could no longer stand in the window atnight; and then the child looked sadly out by himself, and when he saw the star,turned round and said to the patient pale face on the bed, "I see the star!" andthen a smile would come upon the face, and a little weak voice used to say, "Godbless my brother and the star!"

And so the time came all too soon! when the child looked out alone, andwhen there was no face on the bed; and when there was a little grave among thegraves, not there before; and when the star made long rays down toward him, ashe saw it through his tears.

Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining wayfrom earth to Heaven, that when the child went to his solitary6 bed, he dreamedabout the star; and dreamed that, lying where he was, he saw a train of peopletaken up that sparkling road by angels. And the star, opening, showed him agreat world of light, where many more such angels waited to receive them.

All these angels, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon thepeople who were carried up into the star; and some came out from the long rowsin which they stood, and fell upon the people's necks, and kissed them tenderly,and went away with them down avenues of light, and were so happy in theircompany, that lying in his bed he wept for joy.

But, there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one heknew. The patient face that once had lain upon the bed was glorified7 andradiant, but his heart found out his sister among all the host.

His sister's angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to theleader among those who had brought the people thither8:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said "No."

She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, andcried, "O, sister, I am here! Take me!" and then she turned her beaming eyesupon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into the room, making longrays down towards him as he saw it through his tears.

From that hour forth9, the child looked out upon the star as on the home hewas to go to, when his time should come; and he thought that he did not belongto the earth alone, but to the star too, because of his sister's angel gonebefore.

There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was solittle that he never yet had spoken word he stretched his tiny form out on hisbed, and died.

Again the child dreamed of the open star, and of the company of angels, andthe train of people, and the rows of angels with their beaming eyes all turnedupon those people's faces.

Said his sister's angel to the leader:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said "Not that one, but another."

As the child beheld10 his brother's angel in her arms, he cried, "O,sister, I am here! Take me!" And she turned and smiled upon him, and the starwas shining.

He grew to be a young man, and was busy at his books when an old servantcame to him and said:

"Thy mother is no more. I bring her blessing11 on her darling son!"

Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said hissister's angel to the leader:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said, "Thy mother!"

A mighty12 cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the motherwas reunited to her two children. And he stretched out his arms and cried, "O,mother, sister, and brother, I am here! Take me!" And they answered him, "Notyet," and the star was shining.

He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning gray, and he was sitting in hischair by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed with tears,when the star opened once again.

Said his sister's angel to the leader: "Is my brother come?"

And he said, "Nay13, but his maiden14 daughter."

And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, acelestial15 creature among those three, and he said, "My daughter's head is onmy sister's bosom16, and her arm is around my mother's neck, and at her feetthere is the baby of old time, and I can bear the parting from her, God bepraised!"

And the star was shining.

Thus the child came to be an old man, and his once smooth face waswrinkled, and his steps were slow and feeble, and his back was bent17. And onenight as he lay upon his bed, his children standing round, he cried, as he hadcried so long ago:

"I see the star!"

They whispered one to another, "He is dying."

And he said, "I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I movetowards the star as a child. And O, my Father, now I thank Thee that it has sooften opened, to receive those dear ones who await me!"

And the star was shining, and it shines upon his grave.

There was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of anumber of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constantcompanion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty ofthe flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wonderedat the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power ofGod who made the lovely world.

They used to say to one another, sometimes, supposing all the children uponearth were to die, would the flowers, and the water, and the sky be sorry? Theybelieved they would be sorry. For, said they, the buds are the children of theflowers, and the little playful streams that gambol1 down the hill-sides are thechildren of the water; and the smallest bright specks2 playing at hide and seekin the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars; and they wouldall be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more.

There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky beforethe rest, near the church spire3, above the graves. It was larger and morebeautiful, they thought, than all the others, and every night they watched forit, standing4 hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first cried out, "I seethe star!" And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it wouldrise, and where. So they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lyingdown in their beds, they always looked out once again, to bid it good-night; andwhen they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, "God bless thestar!"

But while she was still very young, oh very, very young, the sisterdrooped5, and came to be so weak that she could no longer stand in the window atnight; and then the child looked sadly out by himself, and when he saw the star,turned round and said to the patient pale face on the bed, "I see the star!" andthen a smile would come upon the face, and a little weak voice used to say, "Godbless my brother and the star!"

And so the time came all too soon! when the child looked out alone, andwhen there was no face on the bed; and when there was a little grave among thegraves, not there before; and when the star made long rays down toward him, ashe saw it through his tears.

Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining wayfrom earth to Heaven, that when the child went to his solitary6 bed, he dreamedabout the star; and dreamed that, lying where he was, he saw a train of peopletaken up that sparkling road by angels. And the star, opening, showed him agreat world of light, where many more such angels waited to receive them.

All these angels, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon thepeople who were carried up into the star; and some came out from the long rowsin which they stood, and fell upon the people's necks, and kissed them tenderly,and went away with them down avenues of light, and were so happy in theircompany, that lying in his bed he wept for joy.

But, there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one heknew. The patient face that once had lain upon the bed was glorified7 andradiant, but his heart found out his sister among all the host.

His sister's angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to theleader among those who had brought the people thither8:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said "No."

She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, andcried, "O, sister, I am here! Take me!" and then she turned her beaming eyesupon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into the room, making longrays down towards him as he saw it through his tears.

From that hour forth9, the child looked out upon the star as on the home hewas to go to, when his time should come; and he thought that he did not belongto the earth alone, but to the star too, because of his sister's angel gonebefore.

There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was solittle that he never yet had spoken word he stretched his tiny form out on hisbed, and died.

Again the child dreamed of the open star, and of the company of angels, andthe train of people, and the rows of angels with their beaming eyes all turnedupon those people's faces.

Said his sister's angel to the leader:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said "Not that one, but another."

As the child beheld10 his brother's angel in her arms, he cried, "O,sister, I am here! Take me!" And she turned and smiled upon him, and the starwas shining.

He grew to be a young man, and was busy at his books when an old servantcame to him and said:

"Thy mother is no more. I bring her blessing11 on her darling son!"

Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said hissister's angel to the leader:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said, "Thy mother!"

A mighty12 cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the motherwas reunited to her two children. And he stretched out his arms and cried, "O,mother, sister, and brother, I am here! Take me!" And they answered him, "Notyet," and the star was shining.

He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning gray, and he was sitting in hischair by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed with tears,when the star opened once again.

Said his sister's angel to the leader: "Is my brother come?"

And he said, "Nay13, but his maiden14 daughter."

And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, acelestial15 creature among those three, and he said, "My daughter's head is onmy sister's bosom16, and her arm is around my mother's neck, and at her feetthere is the baby of old time, and I can bear the parting from her, God bepraised!"

And the star was shining.

Thus the child came to be an old man, and his once smooth face waswrinkled, and his steps were slow and feeble, and his back was bent17. And onenight as he lay upon his bed, his children standing round, he cried, as he hadcried so long ago:

"I see the star!"

They whispered one to another, "He is dying."

And he said, "I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I movetowards the star as a child. And O, my Father, now I thank Thee that it has sooften opened, to receive those dear ones who await me!"

And the star was shining, and it shines upon his grave.

The fox and the lion 狐狸与狮子

When the fox first saw1 the lion he was2 terribly3 frightened4. He ran5away, and hid6 himself7 in the woods.

The second time, however8, he came9 near the lion. He stopped at a safedistance10, and watched him pass by.

The third time they came near one another.The fox went straight11 up to thelion, and stayed the whole12 day with him. He asked the lion how his family was,and when they would13 meet again.

They soon became14 good friends.

狐狸第一次见到狮子时非常害怕，赶紧藏到森林里。

当他第二次遇到狮子时，则站在附近看狮子经过。

第三次遇到狮子时，他竟有胆量，走了上去，与狮子进行十分亲切的谈话。

不久，他们变成了好朋友。

The Baby Eagle

Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliffoverlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots oflittle animals, scurrying1 about enjoying their lives.

The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. Itwas warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the foodand love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times eachday the mother would swoop2 down from the sky and land in the nest and feed thebaby eagle delicious morsels3 of food. She was like a god to him, he had no ideawhere she came from or how she worked her magic.

The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would alwayscome just in time with the food and love and attention he craved4. The babyeagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.

Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.

The baby eagle was hungry. "I'm sure to die," said the baby eagle, all thetime.

"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face.Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.

Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff,with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The babylooked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die anyminute. How could you do this to me?"

The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you haveto do is come get it."

"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"

The mother flew away.

The baby cried and cried and cried.

A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It istime for me to die."

He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped5 down to the nest withhis last meal.

"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.

The baby cried, but he ate and whined6 and whined about what a bad mothershe was.

"You're a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of thenest.

He fell.

Head first.

Picked up speed.

Faster and faster.

He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.

He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"

He looked down.

The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize7 his owndeath so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "Thisisn't fair!" he screamed.

Something strange happens.

The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with afeeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky.He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed8 up at thesun.

"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"

"You're flying," his mother said.

"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and dived andswooped.

"Yes it is!" said the mother.

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