【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 themselves to circumstances，sitting all in a row.The 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 sitting.It seems to me there must be something outside-I have a kind of inkling of it.And weeks went by.The 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 pod.It was torn off，passed 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 itself.”“What is to be will be，” said th e biggest.“Crack!”the pod burst，and all the five peas rolled out into the bright sunshine.There 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.“N ow I'm flying out into the wide world，catch me if you can!”And he was gone.“I，” said the second，“I shall fly straight into the sun.That'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 gotinto 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 closed 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 too.But 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 seemed 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 Himself;now I should be glad to keep the other that was left me;but I suppose they are not to remain separated，and she will go to her sister in heaven.But the sick girl remained where she was.She lay quiet and qatient all day long while her mother went to earn money out of doors.It 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 opene d it.“Oh!”said she，“on my word，it is a little pea which has taken root here，and is putting out its little leaves.How 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 see 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 warm.The 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 see 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 recover.She remembered that lately the child had spoken much more cheerfully than before，that in the last few days she had risen 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 hour.Quite happy，she sat there in the warm sunshine;the window was opened，and in front of it outside stood a pink pea blossom，fully blown.The sick girl bent down and gently kissed the delicate leaves.This day was like a festival.“The Heavenly Father Himself has planted that pea，and caused it to thrive，to be a joy to you，and to me also，my blessed 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 use;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 wer e 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 Gu tter，“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. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife.One evening a fearful tempest arose, 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 himself 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 see 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 mattresses one upon another over the three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the mattresses.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 closed 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 mattresses and twenty feather beds. None but a real Princess could have had such a delicate sense 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 seen, 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 year.In 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,because 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 himself. So the little maidenwalked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle ofthem in her hand.Nobody 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 course, she never once now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawnclose 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 seemed 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 suchblessed 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 see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth;uponit was a splendid porcelain service,and the roast goose was steaming famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried plums.And whatwas still more capital tobehold was, the goose 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 seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, andgaily-coloredpictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match wentout. The lights of the Christmas tree rose 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 God.She 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 roastgoose,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 God.But 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 herself,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things shehad seen; 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 presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the song of the chorus of bliss.These 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 passed over well-known spots, where the little one had often played, and through beautiful gardens full of lovely flowers."Which of these shall we take with us to heaven to be transplanted there?" asked the angel.Close by grew a slender, beautiful, rose-bush, but some wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half-opened rosebuds hung faded and withered on the trailing branches."Poor rose-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 rose-bush; then he kissed 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-ease."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 houses of people who had removed. There lay fragments of plates, pieces of plaster, rags, old hats, and other rubbish not pleasant to see. 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 himself 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-seat 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 sunset. The flower entwined itself 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 nosegay, because 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, "because I myself 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 themselves in that heavenly home where all is happiness and joy. And God pressed 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 pressed all the flowers to His heart; but He kissed 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 praise, 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 selling fish, making his rounds to thecustomers on a horse 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 close 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 because the fisherman had a long whip that he cracked from time to time to spur on the horse. 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 excuse, 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.。
