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duduzx 发表于 2014-12-26 12:42
Tico and the Golden Wings 这本我买了原版绘本，还没讲。我回去看一下，文字不多的话打给你，多的话就拍照 ...
Tico and the Golden Wings
P2~3
Many years ago
I knew a little bird
whese name was Tico
He would sit on my shoulder
and tell me all about the flowers,
ther ferns, and the tall trees.
Onece Tico told me
this story about himself
I don't know how it happened,
but when I was young
I had no wings.
I sang like the other birds
and I hopped like them,
but I couldn't fly.
P4~5
Luckily my friends loved me. They flew from tree to tree and in the evening they brought me berries and tender fruits gathered from the highest branches.
Often I asked myself,"Why can't I fly like the other birds? Why can't I , too, soar through the big blue sky over villages and the treetops?"
P6~7
And I dreamt that I had golden wings, strong enough to carry me over the snowcapped mountains far away.
P8~9
One summer night I was awakened by a noise nearby. A strange bird, pale as a pearl, was standing behind me.
"I am the wishingbird," he said. "Make a wsh and it will come true."
I remembered my dreams and with all my might I wished I had a pair of golden wings. Suddenly there was a flash of light and on my back there were wings, golden wings, shimmering in the moonlight. The wishingbird had vanished.
P10~11
Cautiously I flapped my wings. And then I flew.
I flew higher than the tallest tree. The flower patches below looked like stamps scattered over the counryside and the river like a silver necklace lying in the meadows. I was happy and I flew well into the day.
P12~13
But when my friends saw me swoop down from the sky, they frowned on me and said, "You think you are better than we are, don't you, with those golden wings. You wanted to be diffenent." And off they flew without saying another word.
P14~15
Why had they gone? Why were they angry?
Was it bad to be dffenent?
I could fly as high as the eagle.
Mine were the most beautiful wings in the world.
But my friends had left me and I was very lonely.
P16~17
One day I saw a man sitting in front of a hut.
He was a basketmaker and there were baskets all around him.
There were tears in his eyes.
I flew onto a branch from where I could speak to him.
"Why are you sad?" I asked.
"On, little bird, my child is sick and I am poor.
I cannot buy the medicines that would make hime well."
"How can I help him?" I thought.
And suddently I knew.
"I will give hime one of my feathers."
P18~19
"How can I thank you!" said the poor man happily.
"You have saved my child. But look! Your wing!"
Where the golden feather had been
there was a real black feather, as soft as silk.
P20~21
From that day, little by little,
I gave my golden feathers away
and black feathers appeared in their place.
I bought may presents:
thre new puppets fro a poor puppeteer...
P22~23
a spinning wheel to spin the yarn for and old woman's shawl...
a compass for a fisherman who got lost at sea...
P24~25
And when I had given my last golden feathers to a beautiful bride,
my wings were as black as India ink.
P26~27
I flew to the big tree
where my friends gathered for the night.
Would they welcome me?
P28~29
They chirped with joy.
"Now you are just like us." they said.
We all huddled close together.
But I was so happy and excited I douldn't sleep.
I remembered the basketmaker's son,
ther old woman, the puppeteer,
and all the others I had helped with my feathers.
"Now my wings are black," I thought,
"and yet I am not like my friends.
We are all different.
Each for this own memories, and his own invisible golden dreams."
完
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