Curious George Goes to Toy Store好奇猴乔治去玩具店
This is George.
He was a good little monkey and always very curious.
Today was the opening of a brand-new toy store.
George and the man with the yellow hat did not want to be late.
When they arrived, the line to go inside would all the way around
the corner. When a line is this long, it’s not easy for a
little monkey to be patient. George sneaked through the crowd.
All he wanted was a peek inside.
George got to the door just as the owner opened it.
”This is no place for a monkey,” she said.
But George was so excited he was already inside!
Balls, dolls, bicycles, and games filled the shelves.
There were so many toys ---
George didn’t even know how some of them worked.
And how about these hoops?
What did they do? George was curious.
He climbed up to pull one of the pile.
It would not move. George pulled harder. Still it wouldn’t move.
George pulled with all fours.
Suddenly there was a terrible crash.
Red, blue, green, and yellow hoops
bounced up and down and everywhere.
“Look!”exclaimed a boy, bouncing up and down himself.
“Why, I haven’t seen one of these in years!”said the boy’s grandmother.
She put a hoop around her waist and gave it a spin.
George tried the hula hoop, too!
Then George pretended to be a wheel.
He rolled and rolled and ….
Oops! He rolled right into the owner.
The owner shook her head. “I knew you were trouble,”
she said. “Now you’ve made a mess of my new store.”
Again she tried to stop George.
And again George was too quick.
Below him, George saw a little girl point to a toy out of
reach. “Mommy, can we get that dinosaur?”she asked.
In only a second he was around the corner and on the highest shelf.
George picked up the dinosaur and lowered it to the girl.
She was delighted. So was the small boy next to her.
“Could you get that ball for me, please?”he asked George.
George reached up, grabbed the ball, and bounced it to the boy.
“May I have that puppet way over there?”asked another girl.
How lucky that George was a monkey!
He swung off the shelf, hung on to a light,
picked up the puppet, and put it right into her hands.
“What a show!”shouted a boy.
The children held up their new toys and cheered. What a commotion!
Immediately the owner came running, and then came the man with the yellow hat.
“I think we’ve had enough monkey business for one day,”the owner frowned.
Just then a girl got in the long line to pay. “What a great store,”she said.
“What a great idea to have a little monkey helping you,”her father told the owner.
“I guess you’re right,”the owner replied, and smiled.
Then she gave George a special surprise.
“Thank you, George,”she said.
“My grand opening is success because of you.
Perhaps monkey business is the best business after all.” The end.
Typed by Melanie Zeng2011/11/09
Curious George and the Dump Truck 乔治和翻斗车
This is George.
He lived with his friend, the man with the yellow hat.
He was a good little monkey and always very curious.
This morning George was playing with his toys when he
heard a funny noise outside his window.
It sounded like a QUACK. George was curious.
What could be quacking underneath his window?
It was a duck, of course!
Then George heard another QUACK –and
another.
Why, it was not just one duck –it
was a mother duck and five small
ducklings.
Ducklings were something new to
George. How funny they were!
He watched the ducklings waddle
after their mother. Where were they
going?
George was not curious for long...
Now he could
see where they
were going.
Soon he was waddling
after Mother Duck, too!
The ducks waddled all the way to the park.
George loved the park. Today he saw children
flying kites and gardeners planting trees by
the pond. Then George saw something he had
never seen in the park before.
It was a dump
truck. And it was
big —in fact
George was not
even as tall as one
wheel!
George forgot all
about the ducklings
and stopped to look.
It would be fun to sit
in such a big truck,
thought George.
No one was inside
the truck. And the
window was wide
open. George could
not resist.
But sitting in a big
truck was not so
fun for a little
monkey after all.
George could not
even see our the
window.
He was too small.
If only there were
something to climb
on.
Would this make a
good step for a
monkey?
It did! Now George could see out the window. He saw
grass and trees and a family eating a picnic. Suddenly
George heard a low rumbling sound. Was it his
stomach rumbling? he wondered. (It had been a long
time since breakfast. )
But the rumbling was not coming from George’s
stomach…
It was coming from the back of the truck! George
was curious. He climbed out of the window.
Then, like only a monkey can, he swung
up to the top of the truck.
Now he could take a look.
He saw the truck was
filled with dirt.
George jumped right in
the middle of it. Sitting
on top of the dirt, George
felt the truck bed begin to
tilt…
George was excited.
What could be
better than a truck
full of dirt?
It tilted higher and higher. The dirt
began to slide. It was sliding right into
the pond–and George slid with it.
George was having fun.
But the pile in the
pond got biggerand biggerand BIGGER.
And soon the fun was gone.
Just then the gardeners came
back from lunch and stood with
their mouths wide open.
They saw the empty dump truck, the pile of
dirt in the pond, and a very muddy monkey.
They knew just what
had happened.
But before they could
say a word, George
heard a familiar sound.
He heard more
quacking.
The gardeners heard it,
too. Then they heard
people laughing.
“Look!”said a girl.
“The ducks have their
own island!”
Indeed they did. The pile of dirt made
an island in the pond—and Mother
Duck and all her ducklings were
waddling right on top.”
George was sorry he had made such a mess, but the
gardeners didn't seem to mind. "We were planting
more trees and flowers to make the park nicer for
people," said one of the gardeners. "But you've made
the park nicer for ducks, too.”
Later a small crowd gathered at the pond. "Would you
like to help me feed the ducks?" a girl asked George.
George was delighted. Soon everyone was enjoying the
park more than ever before, including the i ducks, who
were the happiest of all in their new home.
The goose with the golden eggs 下金蛋的鹅
The goose with the golden eggs
Once upon a time, there lived a countryman and his wife. They had a number of hens, ducks and geese on their small farm. There was one special goose that had a little house and yard of its own. It was such a wonderful goose that the couple was afraid of losing it. They fed the goose nice food and treated it like a member of the family. The goose was very precious because it laid a large golden egg every day. The couple could get a lot of money by selling the eggs. Some time later, they could hardly wait for the new day to come because they were so eager to get the golden egg. At last, the wife said to her husband ,“Maybe we can kill the goose and get the gold all at once. Why bother to wait every day ?”The husband agreed. “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” But when he killed the goose, he found that it was just like all the other geese. There was no gold inside. In their haste to become rich, the greedy and foolish couple had become poor. They lived with regret for the rest of their lives.
Clocks and More Clocks金老爷买钟(incomplete)
It looked very splendid standing there.
So he went out and bought another
Which he placed in the hall.
“20 minutes past 4,” he said
He ran down to the kitchen. The kitche clock said 25 minutes past 4.
“what a wonderful watch!” said Mr. Higgins.
Knuffle Bunny too 古纳什小兔又来了
One morning not so long ago, Trixie took a walk with her daddy.
By now Trixie really knew how to talk,”Guess what I’m going to do,
I’m going to show Amy, and then I’ll show Meg,
Then .. I’ll show Mogot… and then I’ll show .
And talk and talk School
Trixie couldn’t wait to show Knuffle Bunny to MS Greengrove
and all her classmates.
But , as her daddy was kissing her goodbye, Trixie saw Sonja,
Suddenly Trixie’s one-of-a-kind Knuffle Bunny wasn’t one-of-a-kind any more.
The morning did not go well, the afternoon was worse.
When the bell rang. MS Greengrove returned the Knuffle Bunny.
And the day got better.
Then , before she knew it, it was time to go home.
Trixie ate her dinner. Devoured her dessert, brushed her teeth…
And tried to escape the Mummy and Daddy robots from Planet Snurp!
At half-past bedtime, Trixie was tucked in, ready for sleep.
But a few hours later...Trixie realized something
Trixie marched into her mommy and daddy’s room and said.
That is not my bunny.
Trixie’s daddy tried to explain what.”2:30 a.m.” meant.
He asked . “can we deal with this in the morning?
Trixie’s daddy went to the phone.
Before he had even “made it down the stairs,
the phone rang. ”Briiiiggg”
We have your Bunny said a man’s voice on the other end.
We have yours, replied Trixie’s daddy.
Arrangements were made.
Trixie and her daddy rushed across the neighborhood!
Trixie did not want to be late. Neither did Sonja.
And the Knuffle Bunnies were back where they belonged.
I was so worried about my bunny , said Sonja,
So was I , Trixie replied,
Then they both said, I’m glad you’ve got your bunny back!
at the exact same time.
And that’s how Trixie found her first best friend.
The new best friends had a lot of catching up to do.
Do you want to play with my Knuffle bunny?
Yes ! do you want to play with mine?
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011-11-14
Froggy Gets Dressed
Froggy woke up, he looked out the window. "Snow snow I want to play in the snow".
Froggy's mother woke up. "Go back to sleep Froggy, Wake up when the snow melts". Froggy said "no no! I want to play in the snow". So Froggy got dressed
He put his socks on. He put his boots on. He put his hat on. He put his scarf on. He put his mittens on. And he went out into the snow flop flop flop.
This is Froggy's mother. "Froggy!" "What!" "You forgot something!"
Froggy looked down. "Oops I forgot my trousers".
Froggy went back inside. Flop flop flop.
He took his mittens off. He took his scarf off. He took his hat off. He took his boots off, he left his socks on.
He put his trousers on. He put his boots on. He put his hat on. He put his scarf on. He put his mittens on. And he went out into the snow flop flop flop.
This is Froggy's mother again. "Froggy!" "What!" Said Froggy "You forgot something!".
Froggy looked down. "Oops I forgot my shirt"..
Froggy went back inside again. Flop flop flop.
He took his mittens off He took his hat off. He took his scarf off. He put his shirt on, He put his coat on. He put his hat on. He put his scarf on. He put his mittens on. And he went back outside into the snow flop flop flop.
This is Froggy's mother again. "Froggy!" "What!" Said Froggy His mother said "You forgot something!"
Froggy looked down. He had his mittens on, he had his scarf on, he had his coat on, he had his shirt on, he had his trousers on, he had his boots on, he had his socks on. He reached up, yes he had his hat on.
What could be missing?
This is Froggy's mother again. "Your underwear!"
"Oops" said Froggy, look at Froggy
He went back inside flop flop flop
He took his mittens off. He took his scarf off. He took his coat off. He took his shirt off. He took his trousers off. He took his boots off. He took his socks off. He left his hat on. And put hie underwear on. Then he put one sock on, he put one boot on, he put one mitten on, he started to put the other one on, but he let it drop.
What's wrong with Froggy.
He's tired. He's tired.
So he went back to bed. Good night Froggy. Good night Froggy.
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Like a Windy Day by Frank Asch and Devin Asch
'Like a Windy Day' by Frank Asch and Devin Asch
'I magine if you were the wind. You could be powerful
and mischievous, stormy and playful. What fun you
could have sailing boats, stealing hats, flying kites,
and driving clouds and rain across the sky!
Tumble and twirl, glide and soar with a little girl
on a windy day adventure, as she experiences all that
the wind is and does.'
01- Cover
02- Frontis
03- 'I want to play like a windy day.'
04a&b- 'I want to zoom down hillsides'
05a&b- 'and race through streets.'
06a- 'I want to scatter seeds,'
06b- 'turn windmills,'
07a- 'fly kites,'
07b- 'wave flags,'
08a- 'and snap wet sheets.'
08b- 'I want to play like a windy day.'
09a&b- 'I want to lift birds and butterflies in the sky.'
10a&b- 'I want to steal hats,'
11a- 'drive clouds and rain,'
11b- 'sail boats,'
12a- 'and make umbrellas fly!'
12b- 'I want to play like a windy day.'
13a- 'I want to shake the dew from a spider's web'
13b- 'and help her babies soar.'
14a&b'I want to blow through green grasses.'
15a- 'and crash big blue waves on the shore.'
15b- 'I want to play like a windy day'
16a- 'and fly with the leaves from the trees.'
16b- 'I want to play like a windy day'
17- 'until I become like a gentle breeze.'
Officer Buckle and Gloria 巴警官与狗利亚
Officer Buckle and Gloria
Officer Buckle knew more safety tips than anyone else in Napville. Every time he thought of a new one, he thumbtacked it to his bulletin board.
Safety Tip #77
NEVER stand on a SWIVEL CHAIR.
Officer Buckle shared his safety tips with students at Napville School. Nobody ever listened. Sometimes, there was snoring. Afterward, it was business as usual.
Mrs. Toppel, the principal, took down the welcome banner. “NEVER stand on a SWIVEL CHAIR,” said officer Buckle, but Mrs. Toppel didn’t hear him.
Then one day, Napville’s police department bought a police dog named Gloria. When it was time for Officer Buckle to give a safety speech at the school, Gloria went along. “Children, this is Gloria,” announced Officer Buckle. “Gloria obeys my commands. Gloria, SIT!” and Gloria sat.
Officer Buckle gave Safety Tip Number One: “KEEP your SHOELACES tied!” The children sat up and stared. Officer Buckle checked to see if Gloria was sitting at attention. She was. “Safety Tip Number Two,” said Officer Buckle. “Always wipe up spills BEFORE someone SLIPS AND FALLS!” The children’s eyes popped. Officer Buckle checked on Gloria again. “Good dog,” he said. Officer Buckle thought of a safety tip he had discovered that morning. “NEVER leave a THUMBTACK where you might SIT on it!” The audience roared.
Officer Buckle grinned. He said the rest of the tips with plenty of expression. The children clapped their hands and cheered. Some of them laughed until they cried. Officer Buckle was surprised. He had never noticed how funny safety tips could be. After this safety speech, there wasn’t a single accident.
The next day, an enormous envelope arrived at the police station. It stuffed with thank-you letters from students at Napville School. Every letter had a drawing of Gloria on it. Officer Buckle thought the drawings showed a lot of imagination. His favorite letter was written on a star-shapped piece of paper. It said:
Officer Buckle was thumbtacking Claire’s letter to his bulletin board when the phones started ringing. Grade schools, high schools, and day-care centers were calling about the safety speech. “Officer Buckle,” they said, “our students want to hear your safety tips! And please bring along that police dog.”
Officer Buckle told his safety tips to 313 schools. Everywhere he had Gloria went, children sat up and listened. After every speech, Officer Buckle took Gloria out for ice cream. Officer Buckle loved having a buddy.
Then one day, a television news team videotaped Officer Buckle in the state-college auditorium. When he finished Safety Tip Number Ninety-nine, DO NOT GO SWIMMING DURING ELECTRICAL STORMS!, the students jumped to their feet and applauded.
That night, Officer Buckle watched himself on the 10 o’clock news.
The next day, the principal of Napville School telephoned the police station. “Good morning, Officer Buckle! It’s time for our safety speech!” Officer Buckle frowned. “I’m not giving any more speeches! Nobody looks at me anyway!”
“Oh,” said Mrs. Toppel. “Well! How about Gloria? Could she come?”
Someone else from the police station gave Gloria a ride to the school. Gloria sat onstage lonely. Then she fell asleep. So did the audience. After Gloria left, Napville School had a biggest accident ever…
It started with a puddle of banana pudding … SPLAT! SPATTER! SPLOOSH! Everyone slid smack into Mrs. Toppel, who screamed and let go the hammer.
The next morning a pile of letters arrived at the police station. Every letter had a drawing of the accident. Officer Buckle was shocked. At the bottom of the pile was a note written on a paper star. Officer Buckle smiled. The note said:
Gloria gave Officer Buckle a big kiss on the nose. Officer Buckle gave Gloria a nice pat on the back. Then, Officer Buckle thought of his best safety tip yet …
Safety Tip #101
“ALWAYS STICK WITH YOUR BUDDY!”
Curious George takes a train
This is George.
He was a good little monkey
and always very curious.
This morning, George and the
man with the yellow hatwere at the train station.
They were taking a trip to the country with their
friend,
Mrs. Needleman. But first they had to get tickets.
Inside the station everyone was in a hurry. People
rushed to buy newspapers to read and treats to eat.
Then they rushed to catch their trains.
But one little boy with a brand new toy engine was
not in a hurry. Nor was the small crowd next to
him. They were just standing in one spot looking
up. George looked up, too.
A trainmaster was moving numbers and letters on a
big sign.
Soon the trainmaster was called away. But his job did
not look finished. George was curious. Could he help?
Then, just like the
trainmaster, he picked a
letter off the sign and put it
in a different place.
George climbed up in a flash.
Next he took the number 9 and put it near a 2.
George moved more letters and more numbers. He
was glad to be such a big help.
"Hey," yelled a man from
below. "I can't tell when
my train leaves!"
"What track is my train
on," asked another man.
"What's that monkey
doing up there,"
demanded a woman. She
did not sound happy.
The trainmaster did not
sound happy either: "Come
down from there right now,"
he hollered at George.
Poor George. It's too easy for a monkey to get into
trouble. But, lucky for George, it's also easy for a
monkey to get out of trouble.
Right then the conductor
shouted, "All aboard!"
A crowd of people rushed
toward the train. George
simply slid down a pole,
scurried over a suitcase, and squeezed with the
crowd through the gate. There he found the perfect
hiding place for a monkey.
The little boy with the
toy engine also ran
through the gate.
"Look, Daddy," he said,
"a train!"
His father looked up.
"Come back, son," he
yelled. "That's not our
train!"
But it was too late.
The gate locked behind him.
The boy began to cry.
George peeked out of his hiding place.
He saw the boy's toy roll
toward the tracks.
The boy ran after it.
This time George knew he could
help. He leaped out of his hiding
place and ran fast. George grabbed
the toy engine before the little boy
came too close to the tracks.
What a close call!
When the trainmaster opened
the gate, the boy's father ran to
his son.
The boy was not crying now.
He was playing with his new
friend.
"So, there you are," said the trainmaster, when he saw
George. "You sure made a lot of trouble on the big board!"
"Please don't be upset with him," said the boy's father. "He
saved my son."
The people on the platform agreed.
They had seen what had happened
and they clapped and cheered.
George was a hero!
Just then the man with the yellow hat arrived with Mrs.
Needleman. "It's time to go, George," he said. "Here
comes our train."
That sounded like a good
idea to everyone. So the
trainmaster asked the
conductor to find them a
special seat.
"This is our train, too," the father said. The little boy
was excited. "Can George ride with us," he asked.
And he did.
Right up front.
The end.
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“Ish” 味儿 Peter H. Reynolds
“Ish”
By Peter H. Reynolds
Ramon loved to draw.
Anytime.
Anything.Anywhere.
One day, Ramon was drawing a vase of flowers.His brother, Leon leaned over his shoulder.
Leon burst out laughing.“What is THAT?” he asked.
Ramon could not even answer. He just crumpled up the drawing and threw it across the room.
Leon’s laughter haunted Ramon.He kept trying to make his drawings look “right,” but they never did.
After many months and many crumpled sheets of paper, Ramon put his pencil down. “I’m done.”
Marisol, his sister, was watching him.“What do YOU want?” he snapped.
“I was watching you draw,” she said.
Ramon sneered.“I’m NOT drawing!Go away!”
Marisol ran away, but not before picking up a crumpled sheet of paper.
“Hey! Come back here with that!”Ramon raced after Marisol, up the hall and into her room.He was about to yell but fell silent when he saw his sister’s walls . . . He stared at the crumpled gallery.
“This is one of my favorites,” Marisol said, pointing.
“That was supposed to be a vase of flowers,” Ramon said, “but it doesn’t look like one.”
“Well, it looks vase-ish!” she exclaimed.
“Vase-ISH?” Ramon looked closer.Then he studied all the drawings on Marisol’s walls and began to see them in a whole new way.“They do look . . . ish,” he said.
Ramon felt light and energized.Thinking ish-ly allowed his ideas to flow freely. He began to draw what he felt—loose lines.Quickly springing out.Without worry.
Ramon once again drew and drew the world around him.Making an ish drawing felt wonderful.
He filled his journals . . .tree-ish . . . house-ish . . . boat-ish . . . afternoon-ish . . . fish-ish . . . sun-ish.
Ramon realized he could draw ish feelings, too . . . peace-ish . . . silly-ish . . . excited-ish.
His ish art inspired ish writing. He wasn’t sure if he was writing poems, but he knew they were poem-ish.
One spring morning, Ramon had a wonderful feeling.It was a feeling that even ish words and ish drawings could not capture.He decided NOT to capture it.Instead, he simply savored it . . .
And Ramon lived ishfully ever after.
Charlie needs a Cloak 阿利的红斗篷
Charlie was a shepherd.He had a cozy house, a big hat, a crook, and a
flock of fat sheep.
But every one said,
"Charlie needs a Cloak!"
story and pictures by Tomie dePaola
Poor Charlie!
He really needed a new cloak.
So, in the spring, Charlie sheared his sheep.
He washed the wool,
and carded the wool to straighten it out.
Then Charlie spun the wool into yarn.
Charlie wanted a red cloak, so he picked some poleweed berries during the
late summer, and boiled them over a fire.
Then Charlie dyed the yarn red in the berry juice.
After the yearn was dry, Charlie put the strands on the loom.
And every fall evening, he wove the yarn into cloth.
Charlie put the cloth on the table and cut it into pieces.
He pinned the pieces together,
and sewed them.
And then, when winter came,
Charlie had a beautiful new red cloak.
Black&White Rabbit 黑兔和白兔
Two little rabbits, a white rabbit, and a black rabbit, lived in a large forest.
两只小兔，一只白，一只黑，住在一座大森林里。
Every morning they hopped out of bed and out into early morning sunshine.
每天早上，他们一起床，就跳进了清晨的阳光里。
They loved to spend all day playing together.
‘Let’s play Hop Skip and Jump Me,” said the little white rabbit.
“Oh let’s!” said the little black rabbit, and with a hop, skip and a jump, he sailed right over the little white rabbit’s back.
Then with a hop, skip, and a jump, the little white rabbit jumped right over the little black rabbit’s back.
他们喜欢整天在一起玩。
“我们来玩跳马吧！”小白兔说。
小黑兔说“噢，好啊”，接着，他就蹦、蹦、蹦，从小白兔的背上跳了过去。
蹦、蹦、蹦，这回是小白兔从小黑兔的背上跳了过去。
After a while the little black rabbit sat down, and looked very sad.
“What’s the matter?” asked the little white rabbit.
“Oh, I’m just thinking,” replied the little black rabbit.
过了一会儿，小黑兔坐了下来，看上去非常的忧伤。
“怎么啦？”小白兔问。
“噢，我在想呢。”小黑兔回答说。
Then they played Hide And Seek among the buttercups and daisies, until the little white rabbit wanted to play Find The Acorn.
After a white the little black rabbit sat down, and looked very sad.
“What’s the matter?” asked the little white rabbit.
“Oh, I’m just thinking,” replied the little black rabbit.
然后，他们在毛茛花和雏菊花丛中玩起了捉迷藏，一直玩到小白兔想玩找橡果了。
过了一会儿，小黑兔坐了下来，看上去非常的忧伤。
“怎么啦？”小白兔问。
“噢，我在想呢。”小黑兔回答说。
Then they played Race Around The Blackberry Bush until they were tired and thirsty.So they hopped down to spring and drank from the cool clear water.
Suddenly the little black rabbit sat down, and looked very sad.
“What’s the matter?” asked the little white rabbit.
“Oh, I’m just thinking,” replied the little black rabbit.
然后，他们绕着黑莓灌丛赛跑，玩得又累又渴。于是，他们就跳到下面的泉水边，喝起清凉的泉水来了。
小黑兔突然坐了下来，看上去非常的忧伤。
“怎么啦？”小白兔问。
“噢，我在想呢。”小黑兔回答说。
Then they played Jump The Daisies and Run Through the Clover.
“I’m hungry,” said the little white rabbit, so they stopped playing and ate a large patch of dandelions.
After a while the little black rabbit stopped eating and sat down, and looked very sad.
然后，他们玩起跳雏菊花、钻三叶草的游戏来。
“我饿了。”小白兔这么一说，他们就不玩了，大口大口地吃起了蒲公英。
过了一会儿，小黑兔停下不吃了，坐了下来，看上去非常的忧伤。
“What’s the matter?” asked the little white rabbit.
“I’m just thinking,” replied the little black rabbit.
“What are you always thinking about?” asked the little white rabbit.
“I’m just thinking about my wish,” replied the little black rabbit.
“What is your wish ?” asked the little white rabbit.
“I just wish that I could be with you forever and always,” replied the little black rabbit.
“怎么啦？”小白兔问。
“我在想呢。”小黑兔回答说。
“你一直在想什么？”小白兔问。
“我在许愿呢。”小黑兔回答说。
“你在许什么愿呢？”小白兔问。
“我的愿望就是能永远、永远和你在一起。”小黑兔回答说。
The little white rabbit opened her eyes very wide and thought very hard.
“Why don’t you wish a little harder?” asked the little white rabbit.
小白兔瞪大了眼睛，用力地想。
“为什么你的愿望不能再强烈一点呢？”小白兔问。
The little black rabbit opened his eyes very wide and thought very hard.
“I wish you were all mine!” said the little black rabbit.
小黑兔瞪大了眼睛，用力地想。
“我的愿望就是你能全部属于我！”小黑兔说。
“Do you really wish that?” asked the little white rabbit.
“I really do,” replied the little black rabbit.
“Then I will be all yours,” said the little white rabbit.
“Forever and always!” asked the little black rabbit.
“Forever and always!” replied the little white rabbit.
The little white rabbit gave the little black rabbit her soft white paw.
“你真的希望这样吗？”小白兔问。
“我真的希望。”小黑兔回答说。
“那么我愿意全部属于你。”小白兔说。
“永远永远吗？”小黑兔问。
“永远永远！”小白兔回答说。
小白兔向小黑兔伸出了她那温柔的手。
Then they picked dandelions and put them in their eas.
然后，他们采来蒲公英，戴在了自己的耳朵上。
All the other little rabbits came out to see how happy they both were, and they danced in a wedding circle around the little black rabbit and the little white rabbit.
所有的小兔都跑来看这对幸福的兔子，他们围着小黑兔和小白兔，跳起了婚礼舞蹈。
The other animals of the forest came to watch the wedding dance and they too danced all night in the moonlight.
森林里的其他动物也都跑来看婚礼舞蹈，他们在月光下跳了一整夜。
And so the two little rabbit were wed and lived together happily in the big forest; eating dandelions, playing Jump The Daisies, Run Through The Clover and Find The Acorn all day long.
就这样，两只小兔结婚了，幸福地生活在大森林里。他们天天吃蒲公英，玩跳雏菊花、钻三叶草和找橡果的游戏。
And the little black rabbit never looked sad again.
小黑兔再也没有过忧伤过。
Would you Rather 你喜欢
“Would you rather your house was surrounded by snow or a jungle?”
“Would you rather an elephant drank your bath water or a hippo slept in your bed?”
“Would you rather be covered all over with jam or be pulled through the mud by a dog?”
“Would you rather have supper in a castle or tea on the river?”
“Would you rather be made to eat spider stew or drink snail cordial?”
“Would you rather jump in a thorn bush for $5 or swallow a dead frog for $20?”
“Would you rather play the drums or blow the trumpet?”
“Would you rather be crushed by a snake or sat upon by a rhinoceros?”
Would you rather be crushed by a snake, eaten by a crocodile or sat on by a rhinoceros? And would you rather have supper in a castle, breakfast in a balloon or tea on the river?
Anna's new coat安娜的新大衣
Winter had come and Anna needed a new coat. The
fuzzy blue coat that she had worn for so many winters
was no longer fuzzy and it was very small.
Last winter Anna’s mother had said, “When the war is
over, we will be able to buy things again and I will get
you a nice new coat.”
But when the war ended the stores remained empty.
There still were no coats. There was hardly any food.
And no one had any money.
Anna’s mother wondered how she could get Anna a
new coat. Then she had and idea.
“Anna, I have no money,”she said, but I still have
Grandfather’s gold watch and some other nice
things. Maybe we can use them to get what we
need for a new coat. First we need wool. Tomorrow
we will visit a farmer and see about getting some.”
The next day Annaand her mother walked to a near
by farm.
“Annaneeds a new coat,”Anna’s mother told the
farmer.
“I have no money, but I will give you this fine goldwatch if you give me enough wool from your sheepto make a coat.”
The farmer said, “What a goodidea! But you will
have to wait until spring when Ishear my sheep’s
winter wool. Then I can tradeyou their wool for your
gold watch.”
Anna waited for spring to come. Almost every Sunday
she and her mother visited the sheep.
She would always ask them, “Is your wool growing?”
The sheep would always answer, “Baaa!”Then she
would feed them nice fresh hay and give them hugs.
At Christmastime Anna brought them paper
necklaces “
When spring came the farmer sheared the sheep’s
wool. “Does it hurt them?”asked Anna.
“No, Anna,”said the farmer, “It’s just like getting a
haircut.”
When he had enough woolto make a coat, the
farmershowed Anna how to card the wool. “It’s like
untangling the knots in your hair,”he told Anna.
Then he gave Anna’s mothera big bag of wool and
Anna’smother gave him the gold watch.
Anna and her mother took the bag of wool to an old
woman who had a spinning wheel.
“Anna needs a new coat,”Anna’s mother told the
woman. “I have no money, but I will give you this
beautiful lamp if you will spin this wool into yarn.
The woman said, “A lamp. That’s just what I need.
But I cannot sin quickly, for I am old and my fingers
are stiff. Come back when the cherries are ripe and I
will have your yarn.”
When summer came, Anna and her mother returned.
Anna’s mother gave the old woman the lamp and the
old woman gave the yarn and a basket of delicious
red cherries.
“Anna what color coat would you like?”Anna’s
mother asked.
“A red one!”Anna answered.
“Then we will pick some lingonberries,”said Anna’s
mother，“They make a beautiful red dye.”
At the end of summer, Anna’s mother knew just the
place in the woods to find the ripest lingonberries.
Anna andher mother boiled water in a big pot and
put theberries into it.
The water turned deep red.
Anna’s mother dipped the yarn into it.
Soon theyarn was hanging up to dry on a clothesline
strungacross the kitchen.
When it dried, Anna and hermother wound the yarn
into balls.
They took the yarn to the weaver.
“Anna needs anew coat,”Anna’s mother said，“I have
no money, but I will give you this garnet necklace if you
will weave this yarn into cloth.”
The weaver said, “What a pretty necklace. I will be
happy to weave your yarn. Come back in two weeks.”
When Anna and her mother returned, the weaver gave
them a bolt of beautiful red cloth. Anna’s mother gave
the weaver the sparkling garnet necklace.
The next day Anna and her mother set off to see the
tailor. “Winter is coming and Anna needs a new coat,”
Anna’s mother told the tailor. “I have no money, but I
will give you this porcelain teapot if you will make a
coat from this cloth.”
The tailor said, “That’s a pretty teapot. Anna I’d be
very happy to make you a new coat, but first I must
take your measurements.”He measured her
shoulders.
He measured her arms. He measured from the back
of her neck to the back of her knees. The he said,
“Come back next week and I will have your coat.”
The tailor set to work making a pattern, cutting the
cloth, pinning and sewing and stitching and snipping.
He worked and worked for almost a whole week.
When he was finished, he found six pretty matching
buttons in his button box and sewed them on the coat.
He hung the coat proudly in the window for everyone
to see.
When Anna and her mother returned tothe tailor’s
shop, Anna tried on her new coat. Shetwirled
around in front of the mirror. The coatwas perfect!
Anna thanked the tailor. Anna’smother thanked
him, too, and gave him the prettyporcelain teapot.
Anna wore her new coat home. She stopped at every
store to look at her reflection in the window. Whey
they got home her mother said, “Christmas will soon
be here, and I think this year we could have a little
celebration.”
Anna said, “Oh, yes, and please could we invite all the
people who helped to make my coat?”
“Yes,”said Anna’s mother. “And I will make a
Christmas cake just like I used to.”Anna gave her
mother a big hug.
On Christmas Eve the farmer, the spinner, the
weaver, and the tailor came to Anna’s house. They
all thought Anna looked beautiful in her new coat.
The Christmas cake the Anna’s mother had baked
was delicious. Everyone agreed that this was the
best Christmas they had had in a long time.
On Christmas Day Anna visited the sheep.
“Thank you for the wool, sheep,”she said，
“Do you like my pretty new coat?”
The sheep seemed to smile as they answered,
“Baaa! Baaa!”
Lost and Found by Oliver Jeffers 一个关于寻找与爱的故事
Lost and Found by Oliver Jeffers
一个关于寻找与爱的故事 Once there was a boy
who found a penguin at his door.
The boy didn't know where it had come from,
but it began to follow him everywhere.
The penguin looked sad and the boy thought it must be lost.
So the boy decided to help the penguin find its way home.
He checked in the Lost and Found Office.
But no one was missing a penguin.
He asked some birds if they knew where the penguin came from.
But they ignore him.
Some birds are like that.
The boy asked his duck.
But the duck floated away.
He didn't know either.
That night, the boy couldn't sleep for disappointment.
He wanted to help the penguin but he wasn't sure how.
The next morning he discovered that penguin come from the South Pole.
But how could he get there?
He ran down to the harbor and asked a big ship to take them to the South Pole.
But his voice was much too small to be heard over the ship's horn.
Together, the boy decided, he and the penguin would row to the South Pole.
So the boy took his rowboat out and tested it for size and strength.
He told stories to the penguin to help pass the time.
Then they packed everything they would need...
...and pushed the rowboat out to sea.
They rowed south for many days ...
... and many nights.
There was lots of time for stories, and the penguin listened to every one, so the boy would always tell another.
They floated through good weather and bad,
when the waves were as big as mountains.
Until, finally, they came to the South Pole.
The boy was delighted, but the penguin said nothing.
Suddenly it looked sad again as the boy helped it out of the boat.
Then the boy said good-bye ...
... and floated away.
When he looked back, the penguin was still there.
But it looked sadder than ever.
It felt strange for the boy to be on his own.
There was no point telling stories now because there was no one to listen except the wind and the waves.
Instead, he just thought.
And the more he thought ...
... the more he realized he had made a big mistake.
The penguin hadn't been lost.
It had just been lonely.
Quickly he turned the boat around and rowed back to the South Pole as fast as he could.
At last he reached the Pole again ...
But where was the penguin?
The boy searched and searched, but he was nowhere to be found.
Sadly, the boy set off for home.
But then the boy saw something in the water ahead of him.
Closer and closer he got, until he could see ...
... the penguin!
And so the boy and his friend went home together, talking of wonderful things all the way.
Maisy goes to bed
Maisy goes to bedPart One
It's time for Maisy to go to bed. The sun, a butterfly and a bee. It's getting dark. A star, the moon, two stars and the moon. It's dark.
Maisy wants to drink. Drink Maisy drink. Open the fridge. Look what's in Maisy's fridge, there are some eggs, some orange juice, strawberry yogurt, half a lemon and some cheese. Shut the fridge. Drink Masiy drink.
Part Two
Now Maisy wants to go to the toilet. Toilet paper please. Flush the toilet. Now what do you do after you've been to the toilet? Yes that's right , you wash your hands.
Wash your hands. Turn the cold water on, turn the hot water on, put the plug in. Wash your hands. This is the way we wash our hands, wash our hands wash our hands. Turn the hot water off, turn the cold water off, pull the plug out.
Part Three
Now Maisy is going to brush her teeth. Brush your teeth. This is the way we brush our teeth, brush our teeth, brush our teeth. Open the cupboard, Now look what's in Maisy's cupboard. Shampoo, a glass, some cotton buds, a sponge, a nail brush, a hair brush, and a comb. Shut the cupboard.
Put your pajamas on. Open the wardrobe. Maisy's coat, Maisy's shirt, Maisy's trousers, Maisy's dress, her socks her shoes and her ballet shoes. Shut the wardrobe.
Part Four
Go to bed Maisy. Read a book. Pink pig pink pig what do you see?, I see a black bird looking at me. Black bird black bird what do you see? I see a bee looking at me.Bee bee what do you see? I see a white dog looking at me. White dog white dog what do you see? I see a goldfish looking at me. Goldfish goldfish what do you see?? I see a white sheep looking at me. Shut the book Maisy, Go to sleep
Good night Maisy. Maisy is sleeping.
The Fall of Freddie the Leaf 一片叶子落下来
The Fall of Freddie the Leaf:
A Story of Life for All Ages,
by Leo Buscalgia
Spring had passed. So had Summer. Freddie, the leaf, had grown large. His mid section was wide and strong, and his five extensions were firm and pointed. He had first appeared in Spring as a small sprout on a rather large branch near the top of a tall tree.
Freddie was surrounded by hundreds of other leaves just like himself, or so it seemed. Soon he discovered that no two leaves were alike, even though they were on the same tree. Alfred was the leaf next to him. Ben was the leaf on his right side, and Clare was the lovely leaf overhead. They had all grown up together. They had learned to dance in the Spring breezes, bask lazily in the Summer sun and wash off in the cooling rains.
But it was Daniel who was Freddie's best friend. He was the largest leaf on the limb and seemed to have been there before anyone else. It appeared to Freddie that Daniel was also the wisest among them. It was Daniel who told them that they were part of a tree. It was Daniel who explained that they were growing in a public park. It was Daniel who told them that the tree had strong roots which were hidden in the ground below. He explained about the birds who came to sit on their branch and sing morning songs. He explained about the sun, the moon, the stars, and the seasons.
Freddie loved being a leaf. He loved his branch, his light leafy friends, his place high in the sky, the wind that jostled him about, the sun rays that warmed him, the moon that covered him with soft, white shadows. Summer had been especially nice. The long hot days felt good and the warm nights were peaceful and dreamy. There were many people in the park that Summer. They often came and sat under Freddie's tree. Daniel told him that giving shade was part of his purpose.
"What's a purpose?" Freddie had asked.
"A reason for being," Daniel had answered. "To make things more pleasant for others is a reason for being. To make shade for old people who come to escape the heat of their homes is a reason for being. To provide a cool place for children to come and play. To fan with our leaves the picnickers who come to eat on checkered tablecloths. These are all the reasons for being."
Freddie especially liked the old people. They sat so quietly on the cool grass and hardly ever moved. They talked in whispers of times past. The children were fun, too, even though they sometimes tore holes in the bark of the tree or carved their names into it. Still, it was fun to watch them move so fast and to laugh so much.
But Freddie's Summer soon passed. It vanished on an October night. He had never felt it so cold. All the leaves shivered with the cold. They were coated with a thin layer of white which quickly melted and left them dew drenched and sparkling in the morning sun. Again, it was Daniel who explained that they had experienced their first frost, the sign that it was Fall and that Winter would come soon.
Almost at once, the whole tree, in fact, the whole park was transformed into a blaze of color. There was hardly a green leaf left. Alfred had turned a deep yellow. Ben had become a bright orange. Clare had become a blazing red, Daniel a deep purple and Freddie was red and gold and blue. How beautiful they all looked. Freddie and his friends had made their tree a rainbow.
"Why did we turn different colors," Freddie asked, "when we are on the same tree?"
"Each of us is different. We have had different experiences. We have faced the sun differently. We have cast shade differently. Why should we not have different colors?" Daniel said matter-of-factly. Daniel told Freddie that this wonderful season was called Fall.
One day a very strange thing happened. The same breezes that, in the past, had made them dance began to push and pull at their stems, almost as if they were angry. This caused some of the leaves to be torn from their branches and swept up in the wind, tossed about and dropped softly to the ground. All the leaves became frightened.
"What's happening?" they asked each other in whispers.
"It's what happens in Fall," Daniel told them. "It's the time for leaves to change their home. Some people call it to die."
"Will we all die?" Freddie asked.
"Yes," Daniel answered. "Everything dies. No matter how big or small, how weak or strong. We first do our job. We experience the sun and the moon, the wind and the rain. We learn to dance and to laugh. Then we die."
"I won't die!" said Freddie with determination. "Will you, Daniel?"
"Yes," answered Daniel, "when it's my time."
"When is that?" asked Freddie.
"No one knows for sure," Daniel responded.
Freddie noticed that the other leaves continued to fall. He thought, "It must be their time." He saw that some of the leaves lashed back at the wind before they fell, others simply let go and dropped quietly. Soon the tree was almost bare.
"I'm afraid to die," Freddie told Daniel. "I don't know what's down there."
"We all fear what we don't know, Freddie. It's natural," Daniel reassured him. "Yet, you were not afraid when Summer became Fall. They were natural changes. Why should you be afraid of the season of death?"
"Does the tree die, too?" Freddie asked.
"Someday. But there is something stronger than the tree. It is Life. That lasts forever and we are all a part of Life."
"Where will we go when we die?"
"No one knows for sure. That's the great mystery!"
"Will we return in the Spring?"
"We may not, but Life will."
"Then what has been the reason for all of this?" Freddie continued to question. "Why were we here at all if we only have to fall and die?"
Daniel answered in his matter-of-fact way, "It's been about the sun and the moon. It's been about happy times together. It's been about the shade and the old people and the children. It's been about colors in Fall. It's been about seasons. Isn't that enough?"
"That afternoon, in the golden light of dusk, Daniel let go. He fell effortlessly. He seemed to smile peacefully as he fell. "Goodbye for now, Freddie," he said.
Then, Freddie was all alone, the only leaf on his branch. The first snow fell the following morning. It was soft, white, and gentle; but it was bitter cold. There was hardly any sun that day, and the day was very short. Freddie found himself losing his color, becoming brittle. It was constantly cold and the snow weighed heavily upon him.
At dawn the wind came that took Freddie from his branch. It didn't hurt at all. He felt himself float quietly, gently and softly downward. As he fell, he saw the whole tree for the first time. How strong and firm it was! He was sure that it would live for a long time and he knew that he had been part of its life and made him proud.
Freddie landed on a clump of snow. It somehow felt soft and even warm. In this new position he was more comfortable than he had ever been. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He did not know that Spring would follow Winter and that the snow would melt into water. He did not know that what appeared to be his useless dried self would join with the water and serve to make the tree stronger. Most of all, he did not know that there, asleep in the tree and the ground, were already plans for new leaves in the Spring.
The Important Book 重要书(completed)
The important thing about a spoon is that you eat with it.
It’s like a little shovel,
You hold it in your hand,
You can put it in your mouth,
It isn’t flat,
It’s hollow,
And it spoons things up.
But the important thing
About a spoon is that you can eat with it.
The important thing about a daisy is that it is white.
It is yellow in the middle, it has long white petals, and bees sit on it, it has a ticklish smell, it grows in green fields, and there are always lots of daisies.
But the important thing about a daisy is that it is white.
The important thing about rain is that it is wet.
It falls out of the sky,
and it sound like rain, and makes things shiny, and it does not taste like anything, and is the color of air.
But the important thing about rain is that it is wet.
The important thing about grass is that it is green.
It grows, and tender, with a sweet grassy smell.
But the important thing about grass is that it is green.
The important thing about snow is that it is white.
It is cold, and light, it falls softly out of the sky, it is bright, and the shape of tiny stars, and crystals. It is always cold. And it melts. But the important thing about the snow is that it is white.
The important thing about an apple is that it is round.
It is red. You bite it, and it is white inside, and the juice splashes in your face, and it tastes like an apple, and it falls off a tree. But the important thing about an apple is that it is round.
The important thing about the wind is that it blows. You can’t see it, but you can feel it on your cheek, and see it bend trees, and blows hats away, and sail boats.
But the important thing about the wind is that it blows. The important thing about the sky is that it is always there. It is true that it is blue, and high, and full of clouds, and made of air. But the important thing about the sky is that it is always there.
The important thing about a shoe is that you put your foot in it. You walk in it, and you take it off at night, and it’s warm when you take it off. But the important thing about a shoe is that you put your foot in it.
The important thing about you is that you are you. It is true that you were a baby, and you grew, and now you are a child, and you will grow, into a man, or into a woman. But the important thing about you is that you are you.
Edited by Melanie Zeng
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A Squash and a Squeeze 小房子变大房子 (完整版)
A Squash and a Squeeze
A little old lady lived all by herself
with a table and chairs and a jug on the shelf.
A wise old man heard her grumble and grouse,
“There’s not enough room in my house.
Wise old man, won’t you help me, please?
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
“Take in your hen,” said the wise old man.
“Take in my hen? What a curious plan.”
Well, the hen laid an egg on the fireside rug,
And flapped round the room knocking over the jug.
The little old lady cried, “What shall I do?
It was poky for one and it’s tiny for two.
My house has a tickle and there’s no room to sneeze.
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
And she said, “Wise old man,
won’t you help me, please?
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
“Take in your goat,” said the wise old man.
“Take in my goat? What a curious plan.”
08 - Well, the goat chewed the curtain and trod on the egg,
then sat down to nibble the table leg.
The little old lady cried, “Glory be!
It was tiny for two and it’s titchy for three.
The hen pecks the goat and the goat’s got fleas.
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
And she said, “Wise old man,
won’t you help me, please?
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
“Take in your pig,” said the wise old man.
“Take in my pig? What a curious plan.”
So she took in her pig who kept chasing the hen,
And raiding the larder again and again.
The little old lady cried,
"Stop, I implore! It was titchy for three and it's teeny for four.
Even the pig in the larder agrees, My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
And she said, "Wise old man, Won't you help me, please?
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
"Take in your cow," said the wise old man.
"Take in my cow? What a curious plan!"
Well, the cow took one look and charged straight at the pig,
Then jumped on the table and tapped out a jig.
The little old lady cried, "Heavens alive!
It was teeny for four and it's weeny for five.
I'm tearing my hair out, I'm down on my knees.
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
And she said, "Wise old man, Won't you help me, please?
My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
"Take them all out," said the wise old man.
"But then I'll be back where I first began."
So she opened the window and out flew the hen.
"That's better -at last I can sneeze again."
She shooed out the goat and she shoved out the pig.
"My house is beginning to feel pretty big."
She huffed and she puffed and she pushed out the cow.
"Just look at my house, it's enormous now."
"Thank you, old man, for the work you have done.
It was weeny for five, it's gigantic for one.
There's no need to grumble and there's no need to grouse.
There's plenty of room in my house."
And now she's full of frolics and fiddle-de-dees.
It isn't a squash and it isn't a squeeze.
Yes, she's full of frolics and fiddle-de-dees.
It isn't a squash or a squeeze."
The Smartest Giant in Town 城里最漂亮的巨人
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George was a giant, the scruffiest giant in town. He always wore the same pair of old brown sandals and the same old patched-up gown.
“I wish I wasn’t the scruffiest giant in town,” he said sadly.
But one day, George noticed a new shop. It was full of spiffy clothes. So he bought a spiffy shirt, a spiffy pair of pants, a spiffy belt, a spiffy striped tie, some spiffy socks with diamonds on the sides, and a pair of spiffy shiny shoes. “Now, I’m the spiffiest giant in town,” he said proudly.
George left his old clothes behind in the shop. He was about to go home when he heard a sound.
On the sidewalk stood a giraffe who was sniffing sadly. “What’s the matter?’’
asked George. “It’s my neck,” said the giraffe. “It’s so very long and so very cold. I wish I had a long, warm scarf!” “Cheer up!” said George, and he took off his striped tie. “It didn’t match my socks anyway,” he said, as he wound around and around the giraffe’s neck. I made a wonderful scarf. “Thank you!” said the giraffe.
As George strode towards home, he sang to himself, “My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe, but look me up and down- I’m the spiffiest giant in town!”
George came to a river. On a boat stood a goat who was bleating loudly.
“what’s the matter?” asked George. “It’s my sail,” said the goat. “It blew away in a storm. I wish I had a strong new sail for my boat!” “Cheer up!” said George, and he took off his new white shirt. “It kept coming untucked anyway,” he said, as he tied it to the mast of the goat’s boat. It made a magnificent sail. “Thank you!” said the goat.
George strode on, singing to himself, “My tie is a scarf for a giraffe, my shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat, but look me up and down- I’m the spiffiest giant in town!”
George came to a tiny ruined house. Beside the house stood a white mouse with lots of baby mice. They were all squeaking. “What’s the matter?” asked George.
“It burned down, and now we have nowhere to live. I wish we had a nice new house!”
“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off one of his shiny shoes. “It was giving me blisters anyway, “ he said, as the mouse and her babies scrambled inside. The shoe made a perfect home for them. “Thank you!” they squeaked.
George had to hop along the road now, but he didn’t mind. As he hopped, he
sang to himself, “My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe, my shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat, my shoe is a house for a little mouse, but look me up and down- I’m the spiffiest giant in town.”
George came to a campsite. Beside a tent stood a fox who was crying. “What’s the matter?” asked George. “It’s my sleeping bag,” said the fox. “I dropped it in a puddle. I wish I had a warm, dry sleeping bag!”
“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off one of his socks with diamonds on the sides. “It was tickling my toes anyway,” he said as the fox snuggled into it. It made a very fine sleeping bag. “Thank you!” said the fox.
George hopped on, singing to himself, “My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe, my shirt’s a boat as a sail for a goat, my shoe is a house for a little white mouse, one of my socks is a bed for a fox, but look me up and down—I’m the spiffiest giant in town.”
George came to a big squishy bog. Beside the bog stood a dog who was howling. “What’s the matter?” asked George. “It’s this bog,” said the dog. “I need to get across, but I keep getting stuck in the mud. I wish there was a safe, dry path.”
“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off his spiffy new belt. “It was squeezing my tummy anyway,” he said, as he laid it down over the bog. It made an
excellent path. “Thank you!” said the dog.
The wind started to blow, but George didn’t mind. He hopped on, singing to himself, “My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe, my shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat, my shoe is a house for a little white mouse, one of my socks is a bed for a fox, my belt helped a dog who was crossing a bog, but….” “My pants are falling down! I’m the coldest giant in town!”
Suddenly, George felt sad and shivery and not at all spiffy. He stood on one foot and thought, “I’ll have to go back to the shop and buy some more clothes,” he decided.
He turned around and hopped all the way back to the shop. But when he got there, it was CLOSED! “Oh no!” cried George. HE sank down onto the sidewalk and a tear ran down his nose. He felt as sad as all the animals he had met on his way home.
Then out of thecorner of his eye, he saw a bag with something familiar poking out of the top. George took a closer look… “My gown!” he yelled. “my dear old gown and sandals!” George put them on. They felt wonderfully comfortable.
“I’m the coziest giant in town!” he cried, and he danced back home along the road.
Outside his front door stood all the animals he had helped. They were carrying an enormous present. “Come on, George,” they said. “Open it!” George untied the ribbon. Inside was a beautiful gold paper crown and a card. “Look inside the card, George!” said the animals. George put the crown on his head and opened the card.. Inside, it said….
The Giant Hug 会飞的抱抱 (incomplete)
The Giant Hug
What do you want to send Granny for her birthday? Owen’s mother asked.
“a Giant hug.” Owen replied. He opened his arms as wide as he possibly could to show how giant the hug would be.
“Do you want to draw a picture of you hugging Granny?” his mother asked.
“No.” Owen said, “I want to send a real hug. I’ll give the mailman a hug and ask him to send it to Granny.”
They gathered their letters and walked to the post office in town.
Soon they got to the front of the line and Mr. Nevin called out,”Next!”
“I want to mail a hug to my granny, Will you please send it?” Owen asked in his most polite voice.
“Well, we don’t normally send hugs, but I suppose we cold give it a try,” Mr. Nevin said.
Owen’s mother wrote down Granny’s address for Mr.Nevin.
Owen walked behind the counter, opened his arms as wide as he possibly could , and gave Mr. Nevin a giant hug.
“Please make the hug just as giant when you pass it to the mailman,”Owen said.
"And here's, uh, here's the hug."
"James cringed" when Leroy hugged him. "He was not the hugging type, but he would do his job."
Snow 下雪了
Snow
Uri Shulevitz
The skies are gray.
The rooftops are gray.
The whole city is gray.
"It's snowing," said boy with dog.
"It's only a snowflake," said grandfather with beard.
Then
two snowflakes.
"It's snowing," said boy with dog.
"It's nothing,"
said man with hat.
Then
three snowflakes.
"It's snowing," said boy with dog.
"It'll melt," said woman with umbrella.
A few snowflakes float down and melt.
But as soon as one snowflake melts
another takes its place.
"No snow," said radio.
"No snow," said television.
But snowflakes don't listen to radio,
snowflakes don't watch television.
All snowflakes know
is snow, snow, and snow.
Snowflakes keep coming and coming and coming,
circling and swirling,
spinning and twirling,
dancing, playing,
there, and there,
floating, floating through the air,
falling, falling everywhere.
And rooftops grow lighter, and lighter.
"It's snowing," said boy with dog.
The rooftops are white.
The whole city is white.
"Snow," said the boy.
fünfter sein 第五个 （德语文本和英语文本）
fünfter sein
tür auf
einer raus
einer rein
vierter sein
tür auf
einer raus
einer rein
dritter sein
tür auf
einer raus
einer rein
zweiter sein
tür auf
einer raus
einer rein
nächster sein
tür auf
einer raus
selber rein
tagherrdoktor
And my English:
fifth in line
door opens
one out
one in
fourth in line
door opens
one out
one in
third in line
door opens
one out
one in
second in line
door opens
one out
one in
next in line
door opens
one out
go in
hello doctor
Who Wants a Cheap Rhinoceros? 谁要一只便宜的犀牛?(完整版)
Who wants a cheap rhinoceros?
I know one for sale.
with floppy ears and cloppy feet.
and friendly waggy tail.
He's sweet and fat and huggable.
He's quite as a mouse.
And there are lots of things that he can do around your house.
For instance.
You can use him for a coat hanger.
He is a terrific back scratcher.
And he makes a very lovely lamp.
He will eat bad report cards before your parents see him.
But he is not too great at opening doors.
He makes a good bloody ferocious pirate.
He can open beer cans for your uncle.
And on Sunday you can read him the comics.
He will be glad to turn a jump rope.
He's not too careful about watching where he walks.
But he's very handy for collecting extra allowance from your father.
He makes an unsinkable battleship.
But he is not too interested in taking his bath.
It is very comfortable when you sit on his lap.
but not too comfortable when his sits on your lab.
He's terrific at helping your grandmother make donets.
And he is great for not letting your mother hit you.
When you haven't really done anything bad.
He is very nice about crawling into bed with you on cold winter nights.
And he is pretty good at tiptoeing downstairs for a midnight snacks.
And he'll gladly eat scraps for the table.
He is terrific at being Ben and Charlie, two desperate crooks.
And he loves to surprise you.
He will be glad to help your aunt knit a sweater.
Especially if it is for him.
He is careful about not leaving rhinoceros traks around the house.
He is fun to take care of when he is sick.
And he is great for plowing your field if you are a farmer.
He is hard to build a house for.
But he is lots of fun at the beach.
because he is great at imitating a shark.
He is wonderful for playing records if you have no phonograph.
And on Halloween you can dress him up like a girl.
-but he won't like it.
He loves to play hide and seek.
He is good for yelling at.
And he is easy to love.
Belinda, The Ballerina大腳丫跳芭蕾(完整版)
Belinda, The Ballerina大腳丫跳芭蕾
Belinda the Ballerina
Once there was a ballerina named Belinda. Belinda loved to dance. She went to dancing school every day and practiced very hard. She was graceful and light on her feet. But Belinda had a big problem—two big problems: her left foot and her right foot. Her feet weren’t a problem as far as Belinda was concerned. But they were a problem at the audition for the Annual Ballet Recital. The judges took one look at her feet and yelled, “STOP RIGHT THERE!” “Egad!” said Sir Fostercheese the Third. “Your feet are as big as boats!” “They’re like flippers!” said George Peach Crumbcake, the notedNew Yorkcritic. And Winona Busywitch, who wrote for all the dance magazines, just shook her head and stared. Belinda didn’t even get to audition. The judges said, “Go home. You will never be a dancer—not with those feet.” Belinda was sad. She stayed sad for a long time. “Maybe the judges are right. Maybe my feet are just too big for a dancer,” she thought. So Belinda stopped dancing. “I’m giving up ballet,” she said to herself. Since she was no longer dancing, she needed something else to do. But she didn’t know how to do anything except dance. After looking and looking, she found a job at Fred’s Fine Food. The customers liked her because she was quick and light on her feet. Fred liked her too, because she worked hard. Belinda liked Fred and the customers, but she missed dancing. One day a band came to Fred’s Fine Food. They called themselves Fred’s Friends. Before the restaurant opened, they warmed up with a snappy toe-tapper. Belinda tapped her toes. Then they played a sweet yearning lilt of a tune, and before she knew what she was doing…Belinda was dancing! The musicians came back to play every day, and every day Belinda danced to their music before the customers arrived. Then one day Fred asked Belinda if she would dance for the customers. Belinda smiled and said, “Oh my, yes!” The customers were enthralled. They love it so much that they told their friends, who came to Fred’ Fine Food the next day. And they loved it so much…that they told their friends, and soon Fred’s Fine Food was packed every day with people who wanted to see Belinda dance. Word finally reached the Maestro from the Grand Metropolitan Ballet. He came by for a look because a friend of a friend told him that he really must see Belinda dance. He was impressed. He was touched. He was moved. “You must perform at Grand Metropolitan Hall!” he cried, “Please say you will!” Belinda laughed and said. “Oh my, yes!” The customers cheered. So Belinda went to Grand Metropolitan Hall and danced to the sweet music of Fred’s Friends. She loved to dance! “Magnificent!” the judges cried. “We have discovered a swallow, a dove, a gazelle!” They didn’t even notice the size of her feet. They were too busy watching her dance. Belinda was happy, because she could dance and dance and dance. As for the judges, she didn’t care a fig!
THE STRANGER by Chris Van Allsberg 陌生人 (完整版)
THE STRANGER by Chris Van Allsberg
THE STRANGER by Chris Van Allsberg Reading Street page 272
GENRE: Fantasy: a story that could never really happen.
It was the time of year Farmer Bailey liked best, when summer turned to fall. He whistled as he drove along. A cool breeze blew across his face through the truck’s open window. Then it happened. There was a loud “thump”. Mr. Bailey jammed on his brakes. “Oh no!” he thought. “I’ve hit a deer.”
But it wasn’t a deer the farmer found lying in the road, it was a man. Mr. Bailey knelt down beside the still figure, fearing the worst. Then, suddenly, the man opened his eyes. He looked up with terror and jumped to his feet. He tried to run off, lost his balance and fell down. He got up again, but this time the farmer took his arm and helped him to the truck.
Mr. Bailey drove home. He helped the stranger inside, where Mrs. Bailey made him comfortable on the parlor sofa. Katy, their daughter, peeked into the room. The man on the sofa was dressed in odd rough leather clothing. She heard her father whisper “… must be some kind of a hermit…sort of fellow who lives alone in the woods.” The stranger didn’t seem to understand the questions Mr. Bailey asked him. “I don’t think,” whispered Mrs. Bailey, “he knows how to talk.”
Mr. Bailey called the doctor, who came and listened to the stranger’s heart, felt his bones, looked in his eyes, and took his temperature. He decided the man had lost his memory. There was a bump on the back of his head. “In a few days,” the doctor said, “he should remember who he is and where he’s from.” Mrs. Bailey stopped the doctor
as he left the house. He’d forgotten his thermometer. “Oh, you can throw that out,” he answered. “It’s broken, the mercury is stuck at the bottom.”
Mr. Bailey lent the stranger some clean clothes. The fellow seemed confused about buttonholes and buttons. In the evening he joined the Baileys for dinner. The steam that rose from the hot food fascinated him. He watched Katy take a spoonful of soup and blow gently across it. Then he did exactly the same. Mrs. Bailey shivered. “Brrr,” she said. “There’s a draft in here tonight.”
The next morning Katy watched the stranger from her bedroom window. He walked across the yard, toward two rabbits. Instead of running into the woods, the rabbits took a hop in his direction. He picked one of them up and stroked its eats, then sent it down. The rabbits hopped away, then stopped and looked back, as if they expected the stranger to follow.
When Katy’s father went into the fields that day, the stranger shyly tagged along. Mr. Bailey gave him a pitchfork and, with a little practice, he learned to use it well. They worked hard. Occasionally Mr. Bailey would have to stop and rest. But the stranger never tired. He didn’t even sweat.
That evening Katy sat with the stranger, watching the setting sun. High above them a flock of geese, in perfect V formation, flew south in the trip that they made every fall. The stranger could not take his eyes off the birds. He stared at them like a man who’d been hypnotized.
Two weeks passed and the stranger still could not remember who he was. But the Baileys didn’t mind. They liked having the stranger around. He had become one of the family. Day by day he’d grown less timid. “He seems so happy to be around us,” Mr. Bailey said to his wife. “It’s hard to believe he’s a hermit.”
Another week passed. Farmer Bailey could not help noticing how peculiar the weather had been. Not long ago it seemed that autumn was just around the corner. But now it still felt like summer, as if the seasons couldn’t change. The warm days made the pumpkins grow larger than ever. The leaves on the trees were as green as they’d been three weeks before.
One day the stranger climbed the highest hill on the Bailey farm. He looked to the north and saw a puzzling sight. The trees in the distance were bright red and orange. But the trees to the south, like those round the Baileys’ were nothing but shades of green. They seemed so drab and ugly to the stranger. It would be much better, he thought, if all trees could be red and orange.
The stranger’s feelings grew stronger the next day. He couldn’t look at the tree’s green leaves without sensing that something was terribly wrong. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became, until finally he could think of nothing else. He ran to a tree and pulled off a leaf. He held it in a trembling hand and, without thinking, blew n it with all his might.
At dinner that evening the stranger appeared dressed in his old leather clothes. By the tears in his eyes the Baileys could tell that their friend had decided to leave. He hugged them all once, then dashed out the door. The Baileys hurried outside to wave good-bye, but the stranger had disappeared. The air had turned cold, and the leaves on the trees were no longer green.
Every autumn since the stranger’s visit, the same thing happens at the Bailey farm. The trees that surround it stay green for a week after the trees to the north have turned. Then overnight they change their color to the brightest of any tree around. And etched in frost on the farmhouse windows are words that say simply, “See you next fall.”
Gossie&Gertie
This is Gossie.
Thie is Gertie.
Gossie wears bright red boots.
Gertie wears bright blue boots.
They are friends.Best friends.
They splash in the rain.
They play hide-and-ssek in the daisies.
They dive in the pond.
They watch in the night.
Everywhere Gossie goes,
Gertie goes too.
"Follow me!"cried Gossie.
Gossie marched to the barn.
Gertie followed.
"Follow me!"cried Gossie.
Goeesie sneaked to the sheep.
Gertie followed.
"Follow me!"cried Gossie.
Gossie jumped into a mud puddle.
Gertie did not follow.
"Follow me!"shouted Gossie.
Gertie followed a hopping frog.
"Follow me!"shouted Goosie.
But Gertie followed a butterfly.
"Follow me!"shouted Gossie.
Gertie followed a shiny blue beetle.
"Follow me!"shouted Gossie
as she followed Gertie.
Gertie followed a trail of grain.
"Follow me!"said Gertie.
"It's dinnertime!"
Gossie followed.
Gossie and Gertie are Friends.
Best friends.
Matthew's Dream 玛修的梦
Matthew's Dream'
STORY TIMEAugust 25, 1999|By Leo Lionni
Editor's note: Matthew the mouse lives in a dreary corner of a dusty attic. A trip to the museum helps him look at his surroundings in a new way.
A couple of mice lived in a dusty attic with their only child. His name was Matthew. In one corner of the attic, draped with cobwebs, were piles of newspapers, books, and magazines, an old broken lamp, and the sad remains of a doll. That was Matthew's corner.
The mice were very poor, but they had high hopes for Matthew. He would grow up to be a doctor, perhaps. Then they would have Parmesan cheese for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But when they asked Matthew what he wanted to be, he said, "I don't know. ... I want to see the world."
One day Matthew and his classmates were taken to the museum. It was the first time.
They were amazed at what they saw. There was a huge portrait of King Mouse the Fourth, dressed like a general. And next to it was a picture of cheese that made Matthew drool. There were winged mice that floated through the air and mice with horns and bushy tails. And mountains and rushing streams, and branches bowing in the wind. The world is all here, thought Matthew.
Entranced, Matthew wandered from room to room gazing at the paintings. There were some that he didn't understand at first. One looked like crusts of pastry, but when he looked more carefully, a mouse emerged.
Then, turning the corner, Matthew found himself face to face with another little mouse. She smiled at him. "I am Nicoletta," she said. "Aren't these paintings wonderful?"
That night, Matthew had a strange dream. He dreamed that he and Nicoletta were walking, hand in hand, in an immense, fantastic painting.
As they walked, playful patches of color shifted under their feet, and all around them suns and moons moved gently to the sound of distant music. Matthew had never been so happy. He embraced Nicoletta. "Let's stay here forever," he whispered.
Matthew woke with a start. He was alone. Nicoletta had faded with his dream. The gray dreariness of his attic corner appeared to him in all its bleak misery. Tears came to his eyes.
But then, as if by magic, what Matthew saw began to change. The shapes hugged each other and the pale colors of the messy junk heap brightened. Even the crumpled newspapers now looked soft and smooth. And from afar Matthew thought he heard the notes of a familiar music.
He ran to his parents' corner. "I know!" he said. "Now I know! I want to be a painter!"
Matthew became a painter. He worked hard and painted large canvases filled with the shapes and colors of joy.
Then he married Nicoletta. In time he became famous, and mice from all over the world came to see and buy his paintings.
His largest painting now hangs in the museum. When asked about the title, Matthew smiles. "The title?" he says as if he had never thought about it before. "My dream."
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 多云，有时下肉丸(complete)
Cloudy with a chance of meatballs
We were all sitting around the big kitchen table. It was Saturday morning. Pancake morning. Mom was squeezing oranges for juice. Henry and I were betting on how many pancakes we each could eat. And Grandpa was doing the flipping.
Seconds later, something flew through the air headed toward the kitchen ceiling…….
and landed right on Henry. After we realized that the flying object was only a pancake, we all laughed, even Grandpa. Breakfast continued quite uneventfully. All the other pancakes landed in the pan. And all of them were eaten, even the one that landed on Henry.
The night, touched off by the pancake incident at breakfast, Grandpa told us the best tall-tale bedtime story he’d ever told. Across an ocean, over lots of huge bumpy mountains, across three hot deserts, and one smaller ocean…..
there lay the tiny town of Chewandswallow.
In most ways, it was very much like any other tiny town. It had a Main Street lined with stores, houses with trees and gardens around them, a schoolhouse, about three hundred people, and some assorted cats and dogs.
But there were no food stores in the town of Chewandswallow. They didn’t need any. The sky supplied all the food they could possibly want. The only thing that was really different about Chewandswallow was its weather. It came three times a day, at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Everything that everyone ate came from the sky.
Whatever the weather served, that was what they ate. But it never rained rain. It never snowed snow. And it never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and juice. It snowed mashed potatoes and green peas. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers.
The people could watch the weather report on television in the morning and they would even hear a prediction for the next day’s food. When the townspeople went outside, they carried their plates, cups, glasses, forks. Spoons, knives and napkins with them. That way they would always be prepared for any kind of weather. If there were leftover, and there usually were, the people took them home and put them in their refrigerators in case they got hungry between meals.
The menu varied. By the time they woke up in the morning, breakfast was coming down. After a brief shower of orange juice, low clouds of sunny-side up eggs moved in followed by pieces of toast. Butter and jelly sprinkled down for the toast. And most of the time it rained milk afterwards.
For lunch one day, frankfurters, already in their rolls, blew in from the northwest at about five miles an hour. There were mustard clouds nearby. Then the wind shifted to the east and brought in baked beans. A drizzle of soda finished off the meal.
Dinner one night consisted of lamb chops, becoming heavy at times, with occasional ketchup. Periodic of peas and baked potatoes were followed by gradual clearing, with a wonderful Jell-O setting in the west.
The Sanitation Department of Chewandswallow had a rather unusualjob for a sanitation department. It had to remove the food that fell on the houses and sidewalk and lawns. The workers cleaned things up after every meal and fed all the dogs and cats. Then they emptied some of it into the surrounding oceans for the fish and turtles and whales to eat. The rest of the food was put back into the earth so that the soil would be richer for the people’s flower gardens.
Life for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse.
One day there was nothing but Gorgonzola cheese all day long. The next day there was only broccoli, all overcooked.And the next day there were brussel sprouts and peanut butter with mayonnaise. Another day there was a pea soup fog. No one could see where they were going and they could barely find the rest of the meal that got stuck in the fog.
The food was getting larger, and so were the portions. The people were getting frightened. Violent storms blew up frequently. Awful things were happening. One Tuesday there was a hurricane of bread and rolls all day long and into the night. There were soft rolls and hard rolls, some with seeds and some without. There was white bread and rye and whole wheat toast. Most of it was larger than they had ever seen bread and rolls before. It was a terrible day. Everyone had to stay indoors. Roofs were damaged, and the Sanitation Department was beside itself. The mess took the workers four days to clean up, and the sea was full of floating rolls. To help out, the people piled up as much bread as they could in their backyards. The birds picked at it a bit, but it just stayed there and got staler and staler.
There was a storm of pancakes one morning and a downpour of maple syrup that nearly Flooded the town. A huge pancake covered the school. No one could get it off because of its weight, so they had to close the school.
Lunch one day brought fifteen- inch drifts of cream cheese and jelly sandwiches. Everyone ate themselves sick and the day ended with a stomachache.
There was an awful salt and people wind accompanied by an even worse tomato tornado. People were sneezing themselves silly and running to avoid the tomatoes. The town was a mess. There were seeds and pulp everywhere.
The Sanitation Department gave up. The job was too big. Everyone feared for their lives. They couldn’t go outside most of the time. Many houses had been badly damaged by boarded up and there was no more school for the children.
So a decision was made to abandon the town of Chewandswallow. It was a matter of survival.
The people glued together the giant pieces of stale bread sandwich-style with peanut butter….took the absolute necessities with them, and set sail on their rafts for a new land.
After being afloat for a weak, they finally reached a small coastal town. Which welcomed them. The bread had held up surprisingly well, well enough for them to build temporary houses for themselves out of it.
The children began school again, and the adults all tried to find places for themselves in the new land. The biggest change they had to make was getting used to buying food at a supermarket. They found it odd that the food was kept on shelves, packaged in boxes, cans and bottles. Meat that had to be cooked was kept in large refrigerators. Nothing came down from the sky except rain and snow.The clouds above their heads were not made of fried eggs. No one ever got hit by a hamburger again. And nobody dared to go back to Chewandswallow to find out what had happened to it. They were too afraid. Henry and I were awake until the very end of Grandpa’s story. I remember his goodnight kiss.
The next morning we work up to see snow falling outside our window. We ran downstairs for breakfast and ate it a little faster than usual so we could go sledding with Grandpa.
It’s funny, but even as we were sliding down the hill we thought we saw a giant pat of butter at the top, and we could almost smell mashed potatoes.
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Mr Gumpy's Motor Car和甘伯伯开车去兜风
Mr Gumpy's Motor Car和甘伯伯开车去兜风
Mr Gumpy wanted to go for a ride.
He drove out of the gate and down the lane.
“ May we come too? Said the children
“May we? ”Said the rabbit, the dog, the chickens, the calf
and the goat.
“It’s a lovely day,” said Mr. Gumpy.”Let’s take the old cart-track across the fields.””
Very soon the dark clouds were right overhead. Mr.Gumpy stopped the car, he jumped out, put up the hood ,and down came the rain.
The road grew muddier and muddier and the wheels began to spin.
Mr.Gumpy looked at the hill ahead.“ Some of you will have to get out and push,”he said
“Not me,” said the goat.” “ I’m too old.”
“Not me,” said the calf.” “ I’m too young.”
“Not me,” said the chickens.” “ we can’t push”
“Not me,” said the sheep. “I might catch cold.”
“Not me,” said the pig. “I’ve a bone in my trotter.”
“Not me,” said the dog. “But I’ll drive if you like.”
“Not me,” said the cat. “It would ruin my fur.”
“Not me,” said the rabbit. “I’m not very well.”
“Not me,” said the girl.“ He’s stronger.”
“Not me,” said the boy. ”she’s bigger.”
The wheels churned.. The car sank deeper into the mud.
“Now we’re really stuck,” said Mr Gumpy.
They all got out and pushed and heaved and strained and gasped and slipped and slithered and squelched.
Slowly the car began to move…
“Don’t stop!” cried Mr Gumpy.
. “ Keep it up! we are nearly there.”
Everyone gave a mighty have- the tyres gripped..
The car edged its way to the top of the hill.
They looked up and saw that the sun was shining.
“We’ll drive home across the bridge,” said Mr. Gumpy.
“ There’ll be time for a swim.” “Good bye,”said Mr Gumpy.
“Come for a drive another day.”
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/11/24