安徒生童话故事英文版【五篇】

2024年3月25日发(作者：石靖)

安徒生童话故事英文版【五篇】

【篇一】安徒生童话故事英文版

THERE were five peas in one pod：they were green，and the

pod was green，and so they thought all the world was

green;and that was just as it should be!The pod grew，and the

peas grew;they accommodated themlves to circumstances，sitting all in a sun shone without，and warmed the

husk，and the rain made it clear and transparent;it was mild

and agreeable during the clear day and dark during the night，just as it should be，and the peas as they sat there became

bigger and bigger，and more and more thoughtful，for

something they must do.

“Are we to sit here everlastingly?”asked one.“I’ m

afraid we shall become hard by long ems to me

there must be something outside-I have a kind of inkling of

it.

And weeks went peas became yellow， and the pod

also.

“All the world’ s turning yellow，”said they;and they

had a right to say it.

Suddenly they felt a tug at the was torn off，pasd through human hands，and glided down into the pocket

of a jacket，in company with other full pods.

“Now we shall soon be opened!”they said;and that is

just what they were waiting for.

“I should like to know who of us will get

farthest!”said the smallest of the five.“Yes，now it will

soon show itlf.”

“What is to be will be，” said the biggest.

“Crack!”the pod burst，and all the five peas rolled out

into the bright they lay in a child's hand.A

little boy was clutching them，and said they were fine peas

for his pea-shooter;and he put one in at once and shot it out.

“Now I'm flying out into the wide world，catch me if you

can!”And he was gone.“I，” said the cond，“I shall fly

straight into the 's a pod worth looking at，and one

that exactly suits me.” And away he went.

“We sleep where we come，”said the two next，“but we

shall roll on all the same.”And so they rolled first on the

floor before they got into the pea-shooter;but they were put

in for all that.“We shall go farthest，”said they.“What is

to happen will happen，said the last，as he was shot forth

out of the pea-shooter;and he flew up against the old board

under the garret window，just into a crack which was filled

up with moss and soft mould;and the moss clod round

him;there he lay，a prisoner in-deed，but not forgotten by

our Lord.

“What is to happen will happen，”said he.

Within，in the little garret，lived a poor woman，who

went out in the day to clean stoves，saw wood，and to do

other hard work of the same kind，for she was strong and

industrious she always remained poor;and at home in

the garret lay her half-grown only daughter，who was very

delicate and weak;for a whole year she had kept her bed，and

it emed as if she could neither live nor die.

“She is going to her little sister，”the woman said.“I

had only the two children，and it was not an easy thing to

provide for both，but the good God provided for one of them

by taking her home to Himlf;now I should be glad to keep

the other that was left me;but I suppo they are not to

remain parated，and she will go to her sister in heaven.

But the sick girl remained where she lay quiet

and qatient all day long while her mother went to earn money

out of was spring，and early in the morn-in，just as

the mother was about to go out to work，the sun shone mildly

and pleasantly through the little window，and threw its rays

across the floor;and the sick girl fixed her eyes on the

lowest pane in the window.

“What may that green thing be that looks in at the

window?It is moving in the wind.”

And the mother stepped to the window，and half opened

it.“Oh!”said she，“on my word，it is a little pea which

has taken root here，and is putting out its little

can it have got here into the crack?There you have a little

garden to look at.”

And the sick girl's bed was moved nearer to the window，so that she could always e the growing pea;and the mother

went forth to her work.

“Mother，I think I shall get well，”said the sick child

in the evening.“The sun shone in upon me today delight-fully

little pea is thriving famously，and I shall thrive

too，and get up，and go out into the warm sun-shine.

“God grant it!”said the mother，but she did not believe

it would be so;but she took carec to prop with a little stick

the green plant which had given her daughter the pleasant

thoughts of life，so that it might not be broken by the

wind;she tied a piece of string to the window-sill and to the

upper part of the frame，so that the pea might have something

round which it could twine，when it shot up：and it did shoot

up indeed-one could e how it grew every day.

“Really，here is a flower coming!”said the woman one

day;and now she began to cherish the hope that her sick

daughter would remembered that lately the child

had spoken much more cheerfully than before，that in the last

few days she had rin up in bed of her own accord，and had

sat upright，looking with delighted eyes at the little garden

in which only one plant grew.A week afterwards the invalid

for the first time sat up for a whole happy，she

sat there in the warm sunshine;the window was opened，and in

front of it outside stood a pink pea blossom，fully

sick girl bent down and gently kisd the delicate

day was like a festival.“The Heavenly Father

Himlf has planted that pea，and caud it to thrive，to be

a joy to you，and to me also，my blesd child!”said the

glad mother;and she smiled at the flower，as if it had been a

good angel.

But about the other peas?Why，the one who flew out into

the wide world and said，“Catch me if you can，”fell into

the gutter on the roof，and found a home in a pigeon's crop，and lay there like Jonah in the whale;the two lazy ones got

just as far，for they，too，were eaten up by pigeons，and

thus，at any rate，they were of some real u;but the fourth，who wanted to go up into the sun，fell into the gutter，and

lay there in the dirty water for days and weeks，and swelled

prodigiously.“How beautifully fat I'm growing!”said the

Pea.“I shall burst at last;and I don't think any pea can do

more than that.I'm the most remarkable of all the five that

were in the pod.”

And the Gutter said he was right.

But the young girl at the garret window stood there with

gleaming eyes，with the hue of health on her cheeks，and

folded her thin hands over the pea blossom，and thanked

Heaven for it.

“I，” said the Gutter，“stand up for my own pea.”

【篇二】安徒生童话故事英文版

There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess;

but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled all over

the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was

always something wrong. Princess he found in plenty; but

whether they were real Princess it was impossible for him

to decide, for now one thing, now another, emed to him not

quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his

palace quite cast down, becau he wished so much to have a

real Princess for his wife.

One evening a fearful tempest aro, it thundered and

lightened, and the rain poured down from the sky in torrents：

besides, it was as dark as pitch. All at once there was heard

a violent knocking at the door, and the old King, the

Prince's father, went out himlf to open it.

It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What

with the rain and the wind, she was in a sad condition; the

water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to

her body. She said she was a real Princess.

"Ah! we shall soon e that!" thought the old Queen-mother; however, she said not a word of what she was going to

do; but went quietly into the bedroom, took all the bed-clothes off the bed, and put three little peas on the

bedstead. She then laid twenty mattress one upon another

over the three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the

mattress.

Upon this bed the Princess was to pass the night.

The next morning she was asked how she had slept. "Oh,

very badly indeed!" she replied. "I have scarcely clod my

eyes the whole night through. I do not know what was in my

bed, but I had something hard under me, and am all over black

and blue. It has hurt me so much!"

Now it was plain that the lady must be a real Princess,

since she had been able to feel the three little peas through

the twenty mattress and twenty feather beds. None but a

real Princess could have had such a delicate n of feeling.

The Prince accordingly made her his wife; being now

convinced that he had found a real Princess. The three peas

were however put into the cabinet of curiosities, where they

are still to be en, provided they are not lost.

Wasn't this a lady of real delicacy?

【篇三】安徒生童话故事英文版

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly

quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the this

cold and darkness there went along thestreet a poor little

girl,bareheaded,and with naked feet. When she left homeshe

had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of

that?They were verylarge slippers,which her mother had

hitherto worn;so large were they;andthe poor little thing

lost them as she scuffled away across the street,becau of

two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been

laid hold of by anurchin, and off he ran with it;he thought

it would do capitally for a cradlewhen he some day or other

should have children himlf. So the little maidenwalked on

with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from

carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and

she held a bundle ofthem in her had bought

anything of her the whole livelong day;noone had given her a

single farthing.

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very

picture of sorrow, thepoor little thing!The flakes of snow

covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful

curlsaround her neck; but of that, of cour, she never once

now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming,

and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoo, for you know it

was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she a corner

formed by two hous, of which one advanced more than the

other,she ated herlf down and cowered together. Her

little feet she had drawnclo up to her, but she grew colder

and colder, and to go home she did notventure, for she had

not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing ofmoney：from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it

was coldtoo, for above her she had only the roof, through

which the wind whistled,even though the largest cracks were

stopped up with straw and rags.

it was a wonderful light. It emed really to thelittle

maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove,

withburnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The

fire burned with suchblesd influence; it warmed so

delightfully. The little girl had alreadystretched out her

feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out,

thestove vanished：she had only the remains of the burnt-out

match in her hand.

She rubbed another against the wall：it burned brightly,

and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became

transparent like a veil, so that shecould e into the room.

On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth;uponit was a

splendid porcelain rvice,and the roast goo was steaming

famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried what

was still more capital tobehold was, the goo hopped down

from the dish, reeled about on the floorwith knife and fork

in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall

was leftbehind. She lighted another match. Now there she was

sitting under the mostmagnificent Christmas tree：it was

still larger,and more decorated than theone which she had

en through the glass door in the rich merchant's hou.

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches,

and gaily-coloredpictures, such as she had en in the shop-windows, looked down upon little maiden stretched out

her hands towards them when--the match wentout. The lights of

the Christmas tree ro higher and higher,she saw them nowas

stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of

fire.

"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old

grandmother, theonly person who had lovedher, and who was now

no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends

to drew another match against the wall：it was again

light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so

bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of

love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with

you! You go away whenthe match burnsout;you vanish like the

warm stove,like the delicious roastgoo,and like the

magnificent Christmas tree!"And she rubbed the wholebundle of

matches quickly against the wall,for she wanted to be quite

sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave

such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noon-day：never formerly had the grandmother beenso beautiful and so

tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and bothflew in

brightness and in joy so high,so very high, and then above

wasneither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with

in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor

girl, with rosycheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning

against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the

old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with hermatches,

of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm

herlf,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of

what beautiful things shehad en; no one even dreamed of the

splendor in which, with her grandmothershe had entered on the

joys of a new year.

【篇四】安徒生童话故事英文版

a good child dies, an angel of God comes down from heaven,

takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white

wings, and flies with him over all the places which the child

had loved during his life.

Then he gathers a large handful of flowers, which he

carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom more brightly

in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty press the

flowers to His heart, but He kiss the flower that pleas

Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the

song of the chorus of bliss.

The words were spoken by an angel of God, as he carried

a dead child up to heaven, and the child listened as if in a

dream. Then they pasd over well-known spots, where the

little one had often played, and through beautiful gardens

full of lovely flowers.

"Which of the shall we take with us to heaven to be

transplanted there?" asked the angel.

Clo by grew a slender, beautiful, ro-bush, but some

wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half-opened robuds

hung faded and withered on the trailing branches.

"Poor ro-bush!" said the child, "let us take it with us

to heaven, that it may bloom above in God's garden."

The angel took up the ro-bush; then he kisd the child,

and the little one half opened his eyes. The angel gathered

also some beautiful flowers, as well as a few humble

buttercups and heart's-ea.

"Now we have flowers enough," said the child; but the

angel only nodded, he did not fly upward to heaven.

It was night, and quite still in the great town. Here

they remained, and the angel hovered over a small, narrow

street, in which lay a large heap of straw, ashes, and

sweepings from the hous of people who had removed. There

lay fragments of plates, pieces of plaster, rags, old hats,

and other rubbish not pleasant to e. Amidst all this

confusion, the angel pointed to the pieces of a broken

flower-pot, and to a lump of earth which had fallen out of it.

The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots

of a withered field-flower, which had been thrown amongst the

rubbish.

"We will take this with us," said the angel, "I will tell

you why as we fly along."

And as they flew the angel related the history.

"Down in that narrow lane, in a low cellar, lived a poor

sick boy; he had been afflicted from his childhood, and even

in his best days he could just manage to walk up and down the

room on crutches once or twice, but no more. During some days

in summer, the sunbeams would lie on the floor of the cellar

for about half an hour. In this spot the poor sick boy would

sit warming himlf in the sunshine, and watching the red

blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his

face. Then he would say he had been out, yet he knew nothing

of the green forest in its spring verdure, till a neighbor's

son brought him a green bough from a beech-tree.

This he would place over his head, and fancy that he was

in the beech-wood while the sun shone, and the birds caroled

gaily. One spring day the neighbor's boy brought him some

field-flowers, and among them was one to which the root still

adhered. This he carefully planted in a flower-pot, and

placed in a window-at near his bed. And the flower had been

planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh

shoots, and blossomed every year. It became a splendid

flower-garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon

earth.?

He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should

have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the

cellar, from the earliest morning ray to the evening sunt.

The flower entwined itlf even in his dreams- for him it

bloomed, for him spread its perfume. And it gladdened his

eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the

Lord called him. He has been one year with God. During that

time the flower has stood in the window, withered and

forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into

the street, on the day of the lodgers' removal. And this poor

flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our

nogay, becau it gave more real joy than the most

beautiful flower in the garden of a queen."

"But how do you know all this?" asked the child whom the

angel was carrying to heaven.

"I know it," said the angel, "becau I mylf was the

poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own

flower well."

Then the child opened his eyes and looked into the

glorious happy face of the angel, and at the same moment they

found themlves in that heavenly home where all is happiness

and joy. And God presd the dead child to His heart, and

wings were given him so that he could fly with the angel,

hand in hand?

Then the Almighty presd all the flowers to His heart;

but He kisd the withered field-flower, and it received a

voice. Then it joined in the song of the angels, who

surrounded the throne, some near, and others in a distant

circle, but all equally happy. They all joined in the chorus

of prai, both great and small,- the good, happy child, and

the poor field-flower, that once lay withered and cast away

on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.

【篇五】安徒生童话故事英文版

Once upon a time there lived a fisherman who earned a

living lling fish, making his rounds to thecustomers on a

hor drawn cart loaded with his catch of the day. One cold

winter day, while the fisherman was crossing the woods, a fox

smelled the fish and began following the cart at a clo

distance.

The fisherman kept his trout in long wicker baskets and

the sight of the fish made the fox's mouth water. The fox,

however, was reluctant to jump on the cart to steal a fish

becau the fisherman had a long whip that he cracked from

time to time to spur on the hor. But the smell of fresh

fish was so enticing that the fox overcame her fear of the

whip, leapt on to the cart and with a quick blow of her paw,

dropped a wicker basket on the snow. The fisherman did not

notice anything and continued his journey undisturbed.

The fox was very happy. She opened the basket and got

ready to enjoy her meal. She was about to taste the first

bite when a bear appeared.

"Where did you get all that marvelous trout?" the big

bear asked with a hungry look on its face.

"I've been fishing," the fox answered, unperturbed.

"Fishing? How? The lake is frozen over," the bear said,

incredulously. "How did you manage to fish?"

The fox was aware that, unless she could get rid of the

bear with some kind of excu, she would have had to share

her fish. But the only plausible answer she could come up

with was：

"I fished with my tail."

"With your tail?" said the bear, who was even more

astonished.

"Sure, with my tail. I made a hole in the ice, I dropped

my tail in the water and when I felt a bite I pulled it out

and a fish was stuck on its end," the fox told the bear. The

bear touched his tail and his mouth began watering. He said：

"Thanks for the tip. I'm going fishing too."

The lake was not too far away, but the ice was very thick

and the bear had a hard time making a hole in it. Finally,

his long claws got the job done. As time went by and evening

approached, it got colder and colder. The bear shivered but

he kept sitting by the hole with his tail in the water. No

fish had bitten yet.

The bear was very cold and the water of the lake began

freezing again around his tail. It was then that the bear

felt something like a bite on the end of his frozen tail. The

bear pulled with all his strength, heard something tear and

at the same time felt a very sharp pain. He turned around to

find out what kind of fish he had caught, and right then he

realized that his tail, trapped in the ice, had been torn off.

Ever since then, bears have had a little stump instead of

a long and thick tail.