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如何对待淘气的孩子英语作文Dealing with Mischievous Children.Children, by nature, are curious and often find joy in exploring their surroundings. This curiosity sometimes manifests in the form of mischief, which can be a challenge for parents and caretakers. However, it's essential to remember that mischievous behavior is not inherently bad; it's a part of a child's growth and development. The key is to handle such behavior effectively, fostering positive outcomes while fostering the child's growth.Understand the Root Cause.Before reacting to mischievous behavior, it's crucial to understand its root cause. Is the child misbehaving out of boredom, attention-seeking, or a desire to test boundaries? Understanding the motivation behind the behavior helps in addressing it more effectively. For instance, if the child is misbehaving due to boredom,engaging them in meaningful activities can be a solution.Communication is Key.Open communication with children is essential. Talk to them about their behavior, asking them why they did what they did and how they feel about it. This not only helps in understanding their perspective but also teaches them the importance of communication and self-reflection.Set Clear Boundaries.Children need clear boundaries and consequences to understand what is acceptable and what is not. Set rules and ensure that the child knows the repercussions of breaking them. However, it's also important to enforce these rules consistently and fairly.Reward Good Behavior.Positive reinforcement is a powerful tool in shaping children's behavior. Rewarding good behavior, such as beingpolite, helping others, or following rules, encourages them to repeat such behaviors. This also helps in building their self-esteem and sense of accomplishment.Provide Structured Activities.Structured activities, such as sports, arts, or music, provide children with an outlet for their energy and creativity while also fostering discipline and teamwork. These activities help in channeling the child's energy positively, reducing the chances of them misbehaving.Model Good Behavior.Children learn by example. As adults, we must model the behavior we expect from them. Showing respect, kindness, and patience sets a positive tone for the child,influencing their behavior positively.Encourage Empathy.Teaching children to empathize with others helps themunderstand the consequences of their actions on others. Encourage them to think about how their behavior might make others feel and discuss better ways to handle situations.Promote Problem-Solving Skills.Instead of immediately punishing a child for misbehaving, try to involve them in finding a solution to the problem. This teaches them to take ownership of their actions and think critically about their choices.Patience and Consistency.Dealing with mischievous children requires patience and consistency. It's essential to remain calm, avoid overreacting, and maintain a consistent approach in handling misbehavior. Remember, children are still learning and need our guidance and patience to grow into responsible adults.In conclusion, dealing with mischievous children involves a blend of understanding, communication, andeffective parenting techniques. By setting clear boundaries, rewarding good behavior, providing structured activities, modeling good behavior, encouraging empathy, promoting problem-solving skills, and exercising patience and consistency, we can help children grow into responsible and well-rounded individuals.。
关于英语较短简单诗歌英语诗歌是英语学习的重要部分。
正如学习汉语要懂诗词歌赋一样,学习英语时有必要对英语诗歌有所了解。
店铺整理了关于较短的简单英语诗歌,欢迎阅读!关于较短的简单英语诗歌篇一The Naughty Boy 顽皮的孩子There was a naughty boy, 有一个顽皮的孩子,And a naughty boy was he, 顽皮的孩子就是他,He ran away to Scotland 他离家到苏格兰去The people for to see--- 去看那边的人们Then he found 然后他发现That the ground 那边的地面Was as hard, 一样的坚硬,That a yard 那边的尺码Was as long, 一样的长,That a song 那里的歌声Was as merry, 一样的美妙,That a cherry 那里的樱桃Was as red, 一样的鲜红That lead 那里的铅Was as weighty, 一样的沉重That fourscore 那里的八十Was as eighty, 同样也是八十That a door 那里的门Was as woodenAs in England---和英格兰一样,也是木制的So he stood in his shoes 因此,他着鞋而立And he wonder'd; 大感惊奇;He stood in his shoes 他着鞋而立And he wonder'd. 大感惊奇。
by John Keats, 1795-1821关于较短的简单英语诗歌篇二Flower In The Crannied WallFlower in the crannied wall, 墙缝里的花,I pluck you out of the crannies, 我从裂缝中将你采出I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 放在手中连根一起拿到这里Little flower---but if I could understand 小花-假若我能完全地了解你What you are, root and all, and all in all, 我必也能知道I should know what God and man is.上帝和人类是什么。
THE WHIPPING BOY['wɪpɪŋ]替罪羊CHAPTER 1In which we observe a hair-raising event我们观察到一个令人恐惧的事件The young prince was known here and there as Prince Brat. Not even black cats would cross his path.One night the king was holding a grand feast. Sneaking(偷偷摸摸地走)around behind the lords and ladies, Prince Brat tied their powdered wigs [e](搽粉的假发)to the backs of their oak [ok](橡木)chairs.Then he hid behind a footman to wait.(侍从)When the guests stood up to toast the king, their wigs came flying off. (飞脱,飞散)The lords clasped [klæsp] (紧紧抓住)their bare [beə] heads as if they'd been scalped [skælp]. The ladies shrieked. [ʃriːk]尖叫Prince Brat tried to keep from(隐瞒;阻止)laughing. He clapped(啪地关上,鼓掌)both hands over his mouth. But out it ripped, a cackle ['kækl] of hah-hahs and haw-haws and hee-hee-hees. The king spied him and he looked mad enough to spit ink. He gave a furious ['fjʊərɪəs](狂怒的)shout."Fetch the whipping boy!"Prince Brat knew that he had nothing to fear. He had never been spanked [spæŋk](打屁股)in his life. He was a prince! And it was forbidden to spank, thrash [θræʃ](抽打), cuff(给…带上手铐), smack(用巴掌打), or whip a prince.A common boy was kept in the castle to be punished in his place."Fetch the whipping boy!"The king's command traveled like an echo ['ekəʊ](回音)from guard to guard up the stone stairway to a small chamber['tʃeɪmbə](室)in the drafty ['drɑːftɪ](通风良好的)north tower. An orphan boy named Jemmy, the son of a rat-catcher, roused from(从…中惊醒)his sleep. He'd been dreaming happily of his ragged ['rægɪd] (衣衫褴褛的)but carefree life before he'dbeen plucked(拉;拽;扯)from the streets and sewers [s'ju:əz](下水道)of the city to serve as royal ['rɔɪəl] whipping boy.A guard shook him fully awake. "On your feet(站起来), my boy."Jemmy's eyes blazed [bleɪz](燃烧)up. "Ain't I already been whipped twice today! Caw! [kɔː] (发出鸦叫声)What's the prince done now!""Let's not keep the great folks (伟大的人们)waiting, lad. [læd](小伙子,老朋友)"In the main hall, the king said, "Twenty whacks! [wæk](重打)"Defiantly [dɪˈfaɪəntlɪ](大胆反抗地)biting back (忍住,抑制)every yelp [jelp](尖叫)and cry, the whipping boy received the twenty whacks. Then the king turned to the prince. "And let that be a lesson to you!""Yes, Papa." The prince lowered his head so as to appear humbled and contrite. [kən'traɪt](悔悟的)But all the while(自始至终)he was feeling a growing exasperation[ɪɡˌzæspəˈreʃən] (恼怒)with his whipping boy.In the tower chamber, the prince fixed him with a scowl. [skaʊl](怒容)"You're the worst whipping boy I ever had! How come you never bawl !(大叫,大喊;嚎啕大哭)" "Dunno, [dəˈnoʊ](我不知道)" said Jemmy with a shrug.[ʃrʌɡ](耸肩)"A whipping boy is supposed to yowl [jaʊl](号叫)like a stuck pig! We dress you up fancy [ˈfænsi] and feed you royal, don't we! It's no fun if you don't bawl!"Jemmy shrugged again. He was determined never to spring a tear for the prince to gloat over. [ɡləʊt](幸灾乐祸)"Yelp and bellow ['æ](咆哮)next time. Hear! Or I'll tell Papa to give you back your rags (破布)and kick you back into the streets."Jemmy's spirits soared. (情绪一下子高涨起来)Much obliged, [əˈblaɪdʒd](感激的)Your Royal Awfulness! he thought. I'll take me rags, and I'll be gone in the half-blink of an eye. (一眨眼的功夫)CHAPTER 2Wherein the prince cannot write his nameJemmy could count on a thrashing first thing in the morning. Sure and certain, he thought, as he pulled on his fine velvet breeches and silk stockings. The prince wouldn't know his lessons, the royal tutor was quick as a flyswatter with his willow switch-- and Jemmy would be back in rags. "Take a last look at me, Pa, rest your bones," he muttered to himself. "Did you ever think I'd be holed up in the king's own castle and all rigged up in duds would shame a peacock! Reckon I'll fetch a pair of sharp-toothed ferrets and go to rat-catching, same as you. Same as you, Pa."The tutor, Master Peckwit, was a round-faced man with fat cheeks. He pointed his switch at the prince."You fiddle-faddled scholar!" he bellowed. "One day you'll be king! And you still don't know the alphabet from pig tracks!"The prince snapped his fingers. "I can always get someone to read for me.""You can't so much as write your name!""Fish-posh. I can always get someone to write my name for me."The tutor's cheeks, swelling with anger, almost unhorsed the small spectacles saddling his nose. "It would be easier to educate a boiled cabbage! Prepare to be punished, Your Lordship!""Ten whacks at least," said the prince. "And good and hard, if you please."Jemmy, who was obliged to be close at hand for the daily lessons, reckoned that freedom was now close at hand. The prince threw him a smirking glance as Master Peckwit raised the switch and beat the whipping boy like a carpet. Jemmy didn't bawl. He didn't yelp or bellow. Ten whacks, and not a sound escaped his lips. "You contrary rascal!" the prince exploded. "I'm on to you, Jemmy-From-The-Streets. It's pure spite that you won't howl! Think you can cross me and get away with it! Ha! Never and nohow!" Gaw! thought Jemmy. He's going back on his word! "And don't try to run away. I'll have you tracked down till your tongue hangs out like a red flag!" And so it went for more than a year. The prince learned nothing. The whipping boy learned to read, write, and do sums.CHAPTER 3The runawaysOn a night when the moon gazed down like an evil eye, the young princeappeared in Jemmy's chamber."Boy! Tumble out of bed. I need a manservant."Jemmy saw that the prince was wearing a black cloak and carrying a wicker basket the size of a sea chest. "What you up to now! Walkin' in your royal sleep, are you!""I'm running away."The whipping boy sat bolt upright. Hardly a day passed that he didn't make one plan or another to run off--but a prince! What horrible new mischief was this! "You can't hop off like you was common folks. What's bitin' you!"Said the prince, "I'm bored.""With dumping bullfrogs in the moat so no one got a wink o' sleep!""Boring.""And didn't you laugh fit to kill when the knights slipped off their horses and clattered to the ground! You'd hog-greased the saddles." The prince folded his arms. "Boring.""And don't you get me thrashed so that this hide o' mine feels like the devil run me over with spikes in his shoes!""Let's be off!" Why me! Jemmy thought. Can't you find a friend to run off with! But no-not you, Prince Brat. You've got no friends. That's why me.Jemmy pointed to the window. "It's night out," he protested."The best time," replied the prince."But ain't you afraid o' the dark! Everyone knows that! You won't even sleep without a lit candle.""Lies! Anyway, the moon's up, good and bright. Come on."Jemmy stared at him with dreadful astonishment. "The king'll have a gory- eyed fit!" "Positively.""He'll hunt us down. You'll get off light as a feather, but I'll be lucky if they don't whip me to the bone. More likely I'll be hung from the gallows. Scragged for sure!""Your lookout," said the prince with a dry grin. "Carry the basket, Jemmy- From-The-Streets, and follow me!"CHAPTER 4Containing hands in the fogThe night moon had lit their way like a lantern.But by dawn the runaways, double-mounted on a horse from the castle stable, were hopelessly lost. A thick fog had swirled in, they'd strayed from the road, and trees had closed in on them. "Forests is creepy things," said Jemmy, hanging on to the basket as best he could. "Gimme cobbled streets anytime."A low branch almost swept them off the saddle."Boy," said the prince, "get down and lead this dumb-headed beast.""Lead it! In this fog! I'd need two hands and a lantern to find me own nose."But Jemmy slipped off the saddle. A plan had been tumbling about in his head. Here's your chance, Jemmy, he told himself. Slip away in the fog. Run for it! No more whippings for you, not if you can't be found. The great sewers, Jemmy, that's the place to hide!"What's keeping you!" asked the prince. "Grab the halter.""I'm thinking'."Leaves crackled under Jemmy's feet as he began to back off. His mind was made up. Once the fog cleared, he'd find the river. Hadn't his pa taught him his way through the maze of mighty brick sewers! That's where they'd caught the fiercest rats to sell by the cageful. The dog-and-rat pits paid fancy prices for the best fighters, and that meant sewer rats. Who'd think to look for Jemmy under the city!Jemmy took another crackling step backward-- and froze. A sudden yellow glow floated in the fog. The prince burst into squawks and bellows."Who's there! Let go! Take your hands off me, you insolent rascal!"There came a rough, booming reply. "Well, what we got here!" The glowing lantern swayed. "A noisy brat on a fine beast of a horse."Jemmy edged closer. A cutthroat! he thought.Like a snake striking, a ghostly hand darted through the fog and clutched his arm. A second cutthroat! Jemmy looked up and barely made out a long, bony face with hollow cheeks and a nose like a meat cleaver."I got another, hilly!" cackled the second man, shoving Jemmy forward.CHAPTER 5Hold-Your-Nose Billy and CutwaterBilly pulled Prince Brat from the saddle and threw him into Jemmy.Raising the lantern, the man held it close enough that Jemmy could feel the heat of the flame. Billy was a big man, he saw, big and raw as a skinned ox.And he smelled like a ton of garlic."Not much of a catch--two sparrows," said Billy. "But ain't they trimmed up in fancy rags, Cut- water!""Ain't they!" echoed the rattle boned man."Got any gold in your pockets, lads!""No business of yours!" snapped the prince."Ah, but so help me, it is my business," Billy said with a thunderclap of laughter. "Don't you know who I am!" "A clod and a ruffian," declared the prince."Worse'n that!" corrected the big man. "Ain't you never heard of Hold- Your-Nose Billy!" "Famous, he is," put in Cutwater. "Put to song, is Billy."Jemmy thought he remembered. Hadn't he heard ballad sellers fling that name about the streets! The exploits of Hold-Your-Nose Something-or-other in verses by the yard! "The highwayman, are you!""The same.""The murderer!""Only in the line of duty," Hold-Your-Nose Billy chuckled. "So you won't mind if we take yourhorse and empty your pockets.""Not a copper between us," said Jemmy. A prince didn't carry money, for he had no use for it, and Jemmy's accounts were kept on the books."What's in the basket!" piped up Cutwater."Hands off, villain!" snapped Prince Brat. "Don't you know who I am!"Jemmy gave the prince a sudden jab of his elbow to keep his mouth shut. Not a word!But the heir to the throne raised himself to his full height. "Bow to yourprince!"Fog swirled around the lantern. "Bow to what!" asked Cutwater."I am Prince Horace!""And I'm the Grand Turnip of China!" Cutwater snickered."Dim-witted villains!" shouted the prince. "I command you to turn us loose. Or Papa will hang the pair of you in chains!"Hold your trap! Jemmy thought. Don't you have a thimbleful of brains! A prince would make a fine catch for these rogues. "My friend's muddle- headed," he declared. "His paw's nothing but a rat-catcher. But don't he put on airs, though!""Got enough lip for two sets of teeth," chortled the big highwayman. "Cutwater, take the lantern and fetch the horse.""What do you reckon's in the basket, Billy!""Plenty of time to find out." The lantern floated off. The evil-smelling Billy clutched each boy hard by the ear."Stir your legs. Walk! And don't let me catch you on our turf again. Do I make myself clear!" "Clear as window glass," said Jemmy with a sigh of relief. "If you'd be kind enough to point us toward the river, I'd be ever so much obliged." "Billy!" came a shout from Cutwater. "They ain't just common sparrows. Have a look at this saddle."Hold-Your-Nose Billy hung on to the boys' ears. At the horse's side, Cutwater was holding the lantern close to the saddle."Skin me alive!" declared the big man in awe."That's the king's own crest.""We stole it, horse and saddle!" Jemmy put in desperately."Bosh!" retorted Prince Brat scornfully. "Didn't I tell you who I was! Bow low, you fools, and be off!"But the two men neither bowed nor fled. Hold- Your-Nose Billy threw a bushy-eyed glance at his fellow outlaw."Cutwater, what do you reckon a genuine prince on the hoof is worth!""His weight in gold at least, Billy."。
Naughty Kids 淘气的孩子John:So I was wondering about disciplining kids inpublic . You have kids, right?约翰:我想知道在公共场所如何管教孩子。
你有孩子,对吧?Sarah:Yeah. I have two kids. I have a three-yearsold and a one-year old.萨拉:对,我有两个孩子。
一个三岁,另一个一岁。
John:Are they ever naughty when you're out in public? 约翰:你们在公共场所时,孩子们淘气吗?Sarah:Yes. They are naughty out in public. And I think that you shouldn't discipline yourchildren in front of other people. So if I'm out in pu blic and my three-year old starts to benaughty and she's crying because she wants a toy from t he store or something, I will pick herup and I take her somewhere quiet until she's calm. Lik e I might take her to the familybathroom or a quiet hallway, so she can stop crying and stop making noise.萨拉:淘气。
他们在公共场所非常淘气。
我认为不应该当着其他人的面管教自己的孩子。
所以,如果在公共场所,我三岁的孩子开始淘气,因为她想要从商店里买玩具而哭闹,那我会把她带到安静的地方,直到她冷静下来。
英美著名儿童诗一百首[英美著名儿童诗一百首 / 多人著]■Ⅰ SONGS OF INNOCENCE 天真的歌唱■ 1 THE BLIND BOYColley Cibber①O say what is that thing call'd Light,Which I must ne'er enjoy;What are the blessings of the sight.O tell your poor blind boy !You talk of wondrous things you see,You say the sun shines bright;I feel him warm, but how can heOr make it day or nightMy day or night myself I makeWhene'er I sleep or play;And could I ever keep awakeWith me 'twere always day.With heavy sighs I often hearYou mourn my hapless woe;But sure with patience I can bearA loss I ne'er can knowThen let not what I cannot haveMy cheer of mind destroyWhilst thus I sing, I am a king,Although a poor blind boy■一盲孩柯莱·西柏你们说的"光",是什么东西,我永远不可能感觉出来;你们能够"看",是什么福气,请告诉我这可怜的盲孩!你们讲到了种种奇景,你们说太阳光辉灿烂;我感到他温暖,可他怎么能把世界分出黑夜和白天?这会儿我玩耍,待会儿我睡觉,这样分我的白天和夜晚;假如我老是醒着,睡不着,我觉得那就是白天没完。
P34~44 by:乔世琛‘Oh have you? What for?’‘Where’s my fudge bar? I told you to bring it today.’‘He must have forgot,’ Sparrow said bravely.‘Who asked you, midget?’ sad Wicks, raising his fist. Sparrow ducked away.Wicks held out his hand to Danny. ‘Fudge bar, Specs. You’d better have it.’‘It’s in my bag,’ said Danny, ‘…But there’s one problem.’‘Oh yeah, what?’‘You can’t have it.’He was amazed at the words he’d just spoken. It must have been the potion speaking. Wick’s mouth was open but nothing was coming out.‘Say that again,’ he said at last.‘I said it’s my fudge bar. You can get lost.’A crowd was gathering round them. Danny could see Laura and her friends at the front. No one had ever told Wicks to get lost before, and they wanted to see would happen.Danny felt scared but also reckless. It was as if the potion hand released a cork inside him.Wicks took hold of Danny’s arm and started to twist.‘You go and get it right now, Specs.’‘Sorry no. I think you should lay off the sweets, Wicks. Your teeth are going green.’‘What did you say?’‘They’re green. Everyone calls you Grotgums’The crowd laughed. They couldn’t believe their ears. Here was quiet Danny Doolan, standing up to the worst bully in the school.Wicks was furious. He started to twist Danny’s arm harder. Danny felt as if it was on fire.Then he heard Laura Mills’ voice call out, ‘Let him go, Grotgums!’ Someone else took it up and soon the whole crowd was chanting:‘Grotugms! Grotugms!’Wicks stared round at them, his face as red as ketchup. He liked to pick on younger kids when they were alone. He wasn’t used to facing a whole crowd shouting at him.The noise had reached a teacher who was heading that way.Wicks let go of Danny’s arm and run off.Danny watched him go. It was incredible. He had stood up to Wicks and survived. The potion really worked. It changed him into a different person, someone who could do or say anything. People were staring at him in a new way. One of them was Laura.‘Thanks for starting that,’ he said to her.’Laura smiled. ‘Serves him right for pushing me. Is your arm okay?’Danny had forgotten his arm. ‘Yeah,’ he said, bravely. ‘It just stings a bit.’‘What got into you?’ asked Laura. ‘He could have murdered you.’‘I was sick of him. I had to do something.’At this point the bell went. ‘Well, see you later,’ said Laura. ‘Are you going to the audition this afternoon?’‘Yes…yes, I am,’ said Danny hastily. ‘In fact I’m going to try for the part of Bugsy.’He walked away felling two feeling two metres tall. He had spoken to Laura Mills. After a whole year, he’d finally spoken to her. And she hadn’t laughed at him, she’d talked back. Then heremembered – he’d said he was going to the audition.Even worse, he’d said he was going for the main part. The part of Bugsy. How could his moth have landed him in so much trouble?The big sceneDanny sat on one of the chairs in the hall, waiting for his turn to audition. A lot of people had come to watch. They filled four rows of chairs. Laura Mills sat with her friends, Yasmin. Mark Shaw was there with his usual gang.Danny sat on his own. Sparrow hadn’t come. He said he couldn’t bear to see Danny make an idiot of himself.Danny was next but one to read. He fingered the potion nervously. The bottle felt hot and sticky. As long as he could drink it just before reading, everything would be okay.The last person before Danny was Wicks. He thought he was just the person to play a gangster. Mrs Morgan gave him a page of Bugsy to read. But Wicks was the world’s worst actor.He read the lines as if it was the weather report. There were a few sniggers from the back rows. Wicks looked up furiously.‘That’ll do Duncan, thank you,’ said Mrs Morgan. ‘Daniel Doolan, you’re next.’Danny took a deep breath and stood up. He heard Mark Shaw whisper to his friends, ‘Doolan? This should be really funny.’Danny unscrewed the lid of the potion and got up to walk to the front. As he got to the end of the row, he lifted the bottle to take a drink. But Wicks, on his way back to his seat, barged into him on purpose.‘Oh, sorry, Specs, didn’t see you there!’The bottle spun out of Danny’s hand and smashed in pieces on the floor.仅供个人用于学习、研究;不得用于商业用途。
英美著名儿童诗一百首100 Great English and American poems for children本书选译的一百首儿童诗是十六世纪到现代具有很高文学价值,脍灸人口的名篇。
四十多作者中包括莎士比亚、布莱克、斯蒂文森、雪莱、济慈、布朗宁夫妇、罗塞蒂、朗费罗、惠特曼等伟大诗人以及许多杰出的儿童诗诗人。
这些诗生动描写了儿童的生活、情趣、幻想、遭遇、命运,或者讲述了妙趣横生的故事,寓言,童话,从中透出对儿童的真挚爱心和有关人类和大自然的深邃哲理。
作者简介姓名:屠岸编译作者简介:作品:《英美著名儿童诗一百首:= 100 Great English and American poems for children》姓名:屠岸编译作者简介:作品:《英美著名儿童诗一百首:= 100 Great English and American poems for children》目录前言I天真的歌唱盲孩致夏洛蒂·普尔滕尼荡着回声的草地摇篮歌保姆的歌一个孩子“那是个美丽的傍晚”有一个淘气的男孩”婴儿孩子们我们两个孩子在一起依附着瞧不见的游戏伴儿该睡的时候溜了漫游我的影子秋千秋千歌谁也管不着皮毛熊Ⅱ自然的颂赞爱丽儿的歌春天百合花牧童男孩的歌虹彩星春歌赤脚男孩小溪风镜子河四季清晨稻草人山上的风镜子黄水仙花春天的早晨Ⅲ心灵的交流狗和睡莲羔羊回答一个孩子的问话小孩和蛇鹦鹉墙缝里的花给弗拉希,我的狗种子苍蝇花丛里的布蓉温睡莲赶时髦蜂箱我自己的真正的家族Ⅳ呼吸生命海悼婴儿欢喜小小黑男孩可怜的母羊梅莉的挽歌我们是七个伤逝露西·格雷“我有只鸽子”有一个孩子向前走去夜里在海边瞭望塔上的月亮家庭社会祖国世界小男孩迷路了小男孩找到了扫烟囱的小孩(一)扫烟囱的小孩(二)阿丽丝费尔爱国心布伦宁战役之后给爱恩丝我母亲的生日卡萨卞卡没有妈妈的孤儿孩子们的哭声孩子们的时刻婴儿歌迪河的沙滩母亲和婴儿伟大广阔、美丽、奇妙的世界玩具点灯的人给一个迎风起舞的孩子在儿童医院里VI鼓励告诫题赠铭言淹死在金鱼缸里的爱猫给一个女孩爱瞎鼓捣的玛蒂今天在赠给孩子的书上题辞幻想故事小人书的题辞辩护词:致男孩儿女孩儿们VII幻想童话实际的时间和幻想的时间有点儿稚气,可是挺自然猫头鹰和小猫咪乱糟糟的小人儿被子的大地积木城睐映,眨眨,和瞌睡哈默林的花衣吹笛人小妖精集市参考书目写在《英美儿童诗》编译前面的话——给爱读书的小朋友和我自己的英文诗刚开始学了一点英语时,我的教结构力学的匡老师跟我说,你不妨像背唐诗那样,坚持背点英文诗怎样?可惜后来我没坚持,仅有一个开始。
安徒生童话:The Naughty Boy 顽皮的孩子kira86 于2009-06-22发布l 已有2427人浏览外教任意选,每天陪你练口语提前下载-公交车上也能听英语英语口语8000句Once upon a time there was an old poet-one of thosegood, honest old poets. One evening, as he was sOnce 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 and roasting apples sizzled and hissed beside it."There won't 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! I'm so cold and wet!" cried a little child outside his house. Then it knocked at the door, while the rain 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 yellowhair! He was shivering, and would certainly have perished in the storm had he not been let in."You poor little fellow!" said the poet again, and took him by the hand. "Come in, and we'll soon have you warmed up! I shall give you some wine and a roasted apple, for you're such a pretty little boy."And he really was pretty! His eyes sparkled like two bright stars, and his hair hung in lovely 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.The old poet quickly sat down by the stove and took the little boy on his knee. He dried the child's 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 man's lap and danced around the old poet."You're a cheerful boy," laughed the old man. "What's your name?""My name is Cupid," was the reply. "Don't 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 I'm afraid the rain has spoiled your bow.""That would be a shame," replied the little boy as he looked the bow over carefully. "No, it's already dry again, and the string is good and tight. No damage done. I guess I'll try it." Then he fitted an arrow to his bow, aimed it, and shot the good old poet right through the heart!"Do you see now that my bow is not spoiled?" he said laughingly, and ran out of the house. Wasn't 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 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 away 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 don't recognize him, but they take his arm, thinking he is a student, too, and then he sends 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 he's a lamp, but they soon find out better. He runs about the king's garden and onthe rampart, and once he even shot your father and mother right through the heart! Just ask them, and you'll hear what they say.Yes, he's 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 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!。
顽皮淘气的小男孩英语作文In the tapestry of childhood, where laughter and mischief intertwine, there existed a mischievous imp named Ethan, whose boundless energy and infectious spirit painted the days with a vibrant hue. With a twinkle in his piercing blue eyes and a smile that could light up a gloomy sky, Ethan possessed an unquenchable thirst for adventure and a knack for finding trouble at every turn.Ethan was a whirlwind of activity, constantly on the move, his footsteps echoing through the halls of his home like a miniature symphony of chaos. His parents, despite their occasional exasperation, couldn't help but marvel at his unbridled zest for life. They had long since resigned themselves to the fact that their home would never be the same as long as Ethan roamed its corridors.Like a mischievous sprite, Ethan had the ability to transform ordinary objects into instruments of his boundless imagination. A broomstick became a gallant steed,a cardboard box a magical castle, and a pile of pillows a formidable fortress. With a vivid mind that saw the extraordinary in the mundane, Ethan could create entire worlds and embark on epic quests within the confines of his own home.His imagination knew no bounds, and his adventures were as varied and unpredictable as the changing seasons. One moment, he could be a fearless pirate navigating stormy seas, the next a valiant knight battling dragons, and then a renowned detective unraveling intricate mysteries. The world was his playground, and he was its unyielding master.Ethan's infectious laughter was like a contagious disease, spreading joy wherever he went. His friends adored him, drawn to his magnetic personality and unwavering sense of fun. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, sharing countless secrets and embarking on daring escapades.As the sun began its daily descent, casting long shadows across the land, Ethan's energy would reach its peak. Bedtime was a mere suggestion for this tireless imp,who would often find himself engaged in secret pillow fights, flashlight adventures, or whispered tales that echoed through the darkness.But beneath Ethan's mischievous exterior lay a heart filled with love and loyalty. He had a deep affection for his family and friends, always eager to lend a helping hand or offer a comforting shoulder to cry on. Despite his constant antics, Ethan possessed a compassionate soul that shone through in moments of need.As the years passed, Ethan's mischievous spirit gradually matured into a confident and responsible young man. His thirst for adventure never waned, but it now found expression in different pursuits. He excelled in sports, becoming a formidable soccer player, and developed a keen interest in science and technology.The impish little boy who had once caused endless mayhem had blossomed into a remarkable individual, balancing his mischievous side with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. The echoes of his laughter mayhave faded from the halls of his childhood home, but the memory of his infectious spirit and boundless energy would forever remain etched in the hearts of those who knew him.And so, the mischievous imp named Ethan embarked on a new chapter in his life, carrying with him the lessons he had learned from his youthful adventures. He knew that life was a tapestry woven with both laughter and responsibility, and he was determined to embrace it all with the same unyielding spirit that had defined his childhood.。
调皮的孩子英语作文带翻译标题,A Mischievous Child。
As a mischievous child, I always found myself getting into trouble. Whether it was pulling pranks on my siblings or playing practical jokes on my friends, I just couldn't seem to resist the temptation to stir up some mischief. However, despite the occasional scolding from my parents and teachers, I believe that my mischievous nature has helped me learn valuable lessons and develop important qualities.One of the ways my mischievous behavior manifesteditself was through my love of playing pranks. I would often hide behind corners and jump out to scare unsuspecting victims, or I would secretly swap out their belongings just to see the look of confusion on their faces. While these pranks may have caused temporary annoyance or frustration, they also taught me about the importance of empathy and understanding. Through seeing the reactions of others, Ilearned to consider how my actions might affect them and to be more mindful of their feelings.Another aspect of my mischievous nature was my tendency to push boundaries and challenge authority. I would frequently bend the rules or test the limits set by my parents and teachers, eager to see what I could get away with. While this behavior often landed me in trouble, it also taught me the value of independence and resilience. I learned that it's important to question the status quo and think for myself, even if it means facing consequences along the way.Despite my mischievous tendencies, I also had a playful and adventurous spirit. I loved exploring new places and trying new things, always seeking out excitement and thrills. Whether it was climbing trees, building forts, or inventing imaginative games, I was always eager to embark on new adventures. This sense of curiosity and exploration has stayed with me into adulthood, shaping my outlook on life and fueling my desire for new experiences.Looking back on my childhood, I realize that being mischievous wasn't just about causing trouble—it was also about learning, growing, and discovering who I am. While I may have caused my fair share of headaches for those around me, I wouldn't trade those experiences for anything. They helped shape me into the person I am today, teaching me valuable lessons about empathy, resilience, and the importance of staying true to myself.作为一个调皮的孩子,我总是发现自己陷入麻烦之中。
调皮的孩子英语作文带翻译In every classroom, there seems to be at least one child who stands out for their playful antics and mischievous behavior. These children, while they may challenge the patience of teachers and sometimes disrupt the learning environment, also bring a unique energy and creativity that can be quite endearing.One such child is Tommy, a boy in my English class. He has a knack for turning the most mundane situations into an adventure. During our reading sessions, when the rest of the class is quietly engrossed in their books, Tommy can often be found creating shadow puppets on the wall or making funny faces to make his classmates giggle.Despite his playful nature, Tommy has a curious mind and a genuine interest in learning. When we discuss new vocabulary, he is always eager to come up with imaginative sentences that showcase his understanding of the words. His sentences may be unconventional, but they are a testament to his ability to think outside the box.Tommy's mischievousness is not without its challenges. He has a tendency to lose focus and can be a distraction to others. However, with gentle guidance and clear boundaries, he can channel his energy into productive activities. For instance, I've assigned him the role of 'class joker' for special events, where he can use his humor to entertain his peers.In conclusion, while mischievous children like Tommy may require extra attention and creative teaching strategies,they also offer a wealth of potential. With the right support and understanding, they can flourish and contributepositively to the classroom dynamic.在每个教室里,似乎至少有一个孩子因其顽皮的恶作剧和调皮的行为而脱颖而出。
顽皮英文作文故事素材英文:I remember when I was a little kid, I used to be very mischievous. I loved playing pranks on my friends and family. One time, I decided to play a prank on my sister. I put a fake spider in her bed and waited for her to find it. When she did, she screamed so loud that my parents came running into the room. They were not happy with me and scolded me for being so naughty.Another time, I played a prank on my best friend. I put a whoopee cushion on his chair before he sat down. When he did, it made a loud farting noise and everyone in the classroom laughed. My friend was embarrassed and angry with me. He didn't talk to me for a few days after that.Although I had a lot of fun playing pranks, I eventually learned that it's not always a good idea to be so mischievous. Sometimes, it can hurt people's feelings orget me into trouble. Now, I try to be more considerate of others and think before I act.中文:我记得小时候我非常调皮。
P34~44 by:乔世琛‘Oh have you? What for?’‘Where’s my fudge bar? I told you to bring it today.’‘He must have forgot,’ Sparrow said bravely.‘Who asked you, midget?’ sad Wicks, raising his fist. Sparrow ducked away.Wicks held out his hand to Danny. ‘Fudge bar, Specs. You’d better have it.’‘It’s in my bag,’ said Danny, ‘…But there’s one problem.’‘Oh yeah, what?’‘You can’t have it.’He was amazed at the words he’d just spoken. It must have been the potion speaking. Wick’s mouth was open but nothing was coming out.‘Say that again,’ he said at last.‘I said it’s my fudge bar. You can get lost.’A crowd was gathering round them. Danny could see Laura and her friends at the front. No one had ever told Wicks to get lost before, and they wanted to see would happen.Danny felt scared but also reckless. It was as if the potion hand released a cork inside him.Wicks took hold of Danny’s arm and started to twist.‘You go and get it right now, Specs.’‘Sorry no. I think you should lay off the sweets, Wicks. Your teeth are going green.’‘What did you say?’‘They’re green. Everyone calls you Grotgums’The crowd laughed. They couldn’t believe their ears. Here was quiet Danny Doolan, standing up to the worst bully in the school.Wicks was furious. He started to twist Danny’s arm harder. Danny felt as if it was on fire.Then he heard Laura Mills’ voice call out, ‘Let him go, Grotgums!’ Someone else took it up and soon the whole crowd was chanting:‘Grotugms! Grotugms!’Wicks stared round at them, his face as red as ketchup. He liked to pick on younger kids when they were alone. He wasn’t used to facing a whole crowd shouting at him.The noise had reached a teacher who was heading that way.Wicks let go of Danny’s arm and run off.Danny watched him go. It was incredible. He had stood up to Wicks and survived. The potion really worked. It changed him into a different person, someone who could do or say anything. People were staring at him in a new way. One of them was Laura.‘Thanks for starting that,’ he said to her.’Laura smiled. ‘Serves him right for pushing me. Is your arm okay?’Danny had forgotten his arm. ‘Yeah,’ he said, bravely. ‘It just stings a bit.’‘What got into you?’ asked Laura. ‘He could have murdered you.’‘I was sick of him. I had to do something.’At this point the bell went. ‘Well, see you later,’ said Laura. ‘Are you going to the audition this afternoon?’‘Yes…yes, I am,’ said Danny hastily. ‘In fact I’m going to try for the part of Bugsy.’He walked away felling two feeling two metres tall. He had spoken to Laura Mills. After a whole year, he’d finally spoken to her. And she hadn’t laughed at him, she’d talked back. Then heremembered – he’d said he was going to the audition.Even worse, he’d said he was going for the main part. The part of Bugsy. How could his moth have landed him in so much trouble?The big sceneDanny sat on one of the chairs in the hall, waiting for his turn to audition. A lot of people had come to watch. They filled four rows of chairs. Laura Mills sat with her friends, Yasmin. Mark Shaw was there with his usual gang.Danny sat on his own. Sparrow hadn’t come. He said he couldn’t bear to see Danny make an idiot of himself.Danny was next but one to read. He fingered the potion nervously. The bottle felt hot and sticky. As long as he could drink it just before reading, everything would be okay.The last person before Danny was Wicks. He thought he was just the person to play a gangster. Mrs Morgan gave him a page of Bugsy to read. But Wicks was the world’s worst actor.He read the lines as if it was the weather report. There were a few sniggers from the back rows. Wicks looked up furiously.‘That’ll do Duncan, thank you,’ said Mrs Morgan. ‘Daniel Doolan, you’re next.’Danny took a deep breath and stood up. He heard Mark Shaw whisper to his friends, ‘Doolan? This should be really funny.’Danny unscrewed the lid of the potion and got up to walk to the front. As he got to the end of the row, he lifted the bottle to take a drink. But Wicks, on his way back to his seat, barged into him on purpose.‘Oh, sorry, Specs, didn’t see you there!’The bottle spun out of Danny’s hand and smashed in pieces on the floor.仅供个人用于学习、研究;不得用于商业用途。
《顽皮的孩子》好词好句
《顽皮的孩子》是安徒生的童话作品,关于这部作品的好词好句有:
- 好词:翻天覆地、大闹天宫、古灵精怪、飞扬跳脱、上窜下跳、玩事不恭。
- 好句:
- 海浪是个顽皮的孩子,追逐着,嬉戏着。
- 金色的秋天,银杏树的叶子变黄了,果实成熟了。
顽皮的孩子一个个爬上树,用长长的竹竿到处乱打,银杏果就掉下来啦!这时,家家户户都要吃银杏果。
一阵阵浓郁的清香扑来,让人们感到了丰收的喜悦。
- 这美丽洁白的瀑布就像一群顽皮的孩子,他们天真活泼地从山顶赤着小脚丫儿蹦跳着涌下来,一落地又四散地跑开了,像朵朵的白莲。
- 一滴滴晶莹饱满的雨珠像一个个顽皮的孩子,在屋顶上滑滑梯,在树梢上荡秋千,还有的在绿叶间捉迷藏。
- 春风像慈蔼的母亲的手,柔柔地抚摩着我的脸;像顽皮的孩子的身影,倏忽间又消失得无影无踪。
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顽皮的弟弟英语故事Donny is my little brother. He is a naughty boy.东尼是我的小弟弟,他是个淘气的孩子。
On Sunday morning Donny went into the yard and played with a dog. Sometimes a bird would e down to stay on the top of the dog’s house. Then Donny threw a stone at it. Suddenly the little boy began crying. Mother ran to Donny and asked him what was wrong. He said, “I’ve broken sister’s plate. She has beaten me.” “Why?” “I threw it at a bird, and it went straight to the plate.”星期天早晨,东尼跑到院子里跟小狗玩。
恰巧,一直小鸟落在狗舍上,东尼就用石头砸它。
突然,这个小男孩哭了起来。
妈妈跑过去问出了什么事。
他哭着说:“我姐姐盘子摔碎了,她打了我!”“为什么?”“我拿石头砸一直小鸟,但是却打碎了姐姐的盘子。
”Such was my naught brother.哎,这是我淘气的弟弟。
1.naughty:顽皮的2.yard:院子3.bird:鸟4.throw:扔(过去时:threw)5.stone:石头6.cry:哭7.break:碎(过去完成时:broken)8.beat:打(过去完成时:beaten)9.straight:笔直的。
顽⽪的孩⼦主要内容1.的孩⼦主要内容顽⽪的孩⼦这是⼀⼀⾸散⽂诗,讲的是⼀位善良的⽼诗⼈,收留了⼀个被⾬淋湿的⼩孩,可这个⼩孩却向⽼诗⼈射了⼀箭。
不仅⼈如此,他还曾射过很多⼈,有⼀次他居然还把⼀⽀箭射进⽼祖母的⼼⾥去啦,这个⼩孩总是喜欢跟在⼈们⾝后。
他是丘⽐特。
2.⽼头⼦做事总不会错内容故事主要说的是在农村⾥的⼀栋茅草屋下,住着⼀对夫妻,他们的⽣活⾮常贫苦,家⾥的东西少得不能再少了,只有⼀匹马是家⾥的唯⼀的维持⽣活的牲畜了。
⼀天,⽼婆婆要⽼爹爹把这匹马卖了挣点钱或是⽤这匹马换来⼀些⾃⼰想得到的东西,这天⽼爹爹出发了,他来到了城市⾥,突然看到了⼀头⽜,他想把它换过来,换了以后,他⾼兴极了,因为他们每天都能喝到鲜⽜奶了。
⾛着⾛着,他的⽬光⼜转移到了⼀只⽺的⾝上,⼜准备⽤⽜换⽺,他⼼想:如果换了它,以后就有⽺⽑袜⼦穿了。
他⼜把⽺换来了。
不⼀会⼉,他看见了⼀只鹅,“⽼婆⼦整天都想要只鹅,我换过来吧。
”说着,他的⼿上已不是⼀只⽺了,⽽是⼀只⼜⼤⼜肥的鹅。
他在赶集市上⾛着,⽆意中发现了⼀只母鸡,他认为这只母鸡⾮常奇特,便⽤他⼿中的鹅毫不犹豫地换了这只吸引⼈的⼤母鸡。
他要回家了,路上他⾛到了⼀个⼩店前停⽌了脚步,他看见⼀个⼈⼿⾥捧着⼀⼤袋烂苹果,便对那个⼈⽰意他想跟他换那⼀袋烂苹果。
两个英国⼈也在店⾥,⽼爹爹把他今天的事都告诉了他们,他们打赌⽼爹爹回家后会被⽼婆⼦揍⼀顿,⽽且他们⽤⼀桶⾦币来做赌注。
回家后,他并没有挨揍,⽼婆⼦给他的却是⼀个信任的拥抱。
最终⽼爹爹和⽼婆⼦得到了⼀⼤笔⾦⼦。
3.定的锡兵》是丹麦作家安徒⽣描写的神话故事,其中描述了⼀个单腿的⼩锡兵在⽣活中发⽣的故事。
其实⽂中描写的⼩锡兵就只是⼀个玩具。
有⼀天晚上,它和其他玩具娃娃快乐的跳舞。
它看到⼀个可爱的⼩姑娘只⽤⼀条腿跳舞。
“怎么跟我⼀样呢?”⼩锡兵⾃⾔⾃语地说。
⼩姑娘说:“当我跳舞时,总是把另⼀条腿抬得⾼⾼的。
”在他们⼀起跳舞时,突然来了⼀个魔⿁,魔⿁说:“⼩姑娘是我的新娘。
英语诗歌:顽皮的小孩
There was a naughty boy, 有一个顽皮的孩子,
And a naughty boy was he, 顽皮的孩子就是他,
He ran away to Scotland 他离家到苏格兰去
The people for to see-- 去看那边的人们
Then he found 然后他发现
That the ground 那边的地面
Was as hard, 一样的坚硬,
That a yard 那边的尺码
Was as long, 一样的长,
That a song 那里的歌声
Was as merry, 一样的美妙,
That a cherry 那里的樱桃
Was as red, 一样的鲜红
That lead 那里的铅
Was as weighty, 一样的沉重
That fourscore 那里的八十
Was as eighty, 同样也是八十
That a door 那里的门
Was as wooden As in England-- 和英格兰一样,也是木制的So he stood in his shoes 因此,他着鞋而立
And he wonder'd; 大感惊奇;
He stood in his shoes 他着鞋而立
And he wonder'd. 大感惊奇。