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2024年3月25日发(作者：伍洪祥)

【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.