大多数小朋友都喜欢听故事，如果是英语故事的话，可以在听故事的同时学习英语知识。
Have you not heard of the frog that lived in a shallow well? It said to a turtle that lived in the East Sea, "I am so happy! When I go out, I jump about on the railing beside the mouth of the well. When I come home, I rest in the holes on the broken wall of the well. If I jump into the water, it comes up to my armpits and holds up my cheeks. If I walk in the mud, it covers up my feet. I look around at the wriggly worms, crabs and tadpoles, and none of them can compare with me. Moreover, I am lord of this trough of water and I stand up tall in this shallow well. My happiness is full. My dear sir, why don't you come often and look around my place?"
Before the turtle from the East Sea could get its left foot in the well, its right knee got stuck. It hesitated and retreated. The turtle told the frog about the East Sea.
"Even a distance of a thousand li cannot give you an idea of the sea's width; even a height of a thousand ren cannot give you an idea of its depth. In the time of King Yu of the Xia dynasty, there were floods nine years out of ten, but the waters in the sea did not increase. ln the time of King Tang of the Shang dynasty there were droughts seven years out of eight, but the waters in the sea did not decrease. The sea does not change along with the passage of time and its level does not rise or fall according to the amount of rain that falls. The greatest happiness is to live in the East Sea."
After listening to these words, the frog of the shallow well was shocked into realization of his own insignificance and became very ill at ease.
The House of 1000 Mirrors
Long ago in a small, faraway village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself,“This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often.” In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself,“That is a horrible place, and I will never go backthere again.” All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kinds of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
千镜之屋
很久以前的一个很远的小村庄里，有一个以“千镜屋”而著名的地方。一只乐观的小狗听说了这个地方并决定去参观。当来到这个地方，他蹦蹦跳跳地上了台阶，来到房门口，高高地竖起耳朵，欢快地摇着尾巴，从门口往里张望，他惊奇地看到有1000只欢乐的小狗像他一样快地摇尾巴。他灿烂地微笑着，回报他的是1000张热情，友好的灿烂笑脸。离开时他心想：“这是一个精彩的地方，我一定要经常来参观。”在这个村里还有另一只想参观“千镜屋”的小狗，他不及第一只小狗乐观，他慢吞吞地爬上台阶，然后耷拉着脑袋往屋子里看。一看到有1000只小狗不友好地盯着他，他便开始冲他们狂吠，镜中的1000只小狗也冲着他狂吠，把他给吓坏了，他在离开时心想：“这是一个恐怖的地方，我再也不会来了。”世界上所有的脸都是镜子，在你所遇见的人的脸上你看到反射出来的是什么？
There is a frog. He lives in a well and he never goes out of the well. He thinks the sky is as big as the mouth of the well.
有一只青蛙住在井底，他从来没有去过井外面。他以为天空就和井口一样大。
One day a crow comes to the well. He sees the frog and says, s haveaFrog,
'“一天，一只乌鸦飞到井边，看见青蛙，就对它说： “青蛙，咱们聊聊吧。 〞
Then the frog asks, Where are you from? “ 〞?
青蛙就问他： “你从哪里来 〞
I fly from the sky, the crow says. “ 〞
“我从天上上来。 〞乌鸦说。
The frog feels surprised and says, The sky is only as big as the mouth of th “ How do you fly from the sky? 〞
? 青蛙惊讶地说： “天空就只有这井口这么大，你怎么会从天上来 〞
The crow says, The sky is very big. You always stay in the well, so you don t know “'〞
乌鸦说： “天空很大。只不过你一直呆在井里，所有不知道世界很大。 〞
The frog says, I tdboenlieve. “'〞
青蛙说： “我不相信。 〞
But the crow says, You can come out and have a look by yourself. “ 〞
乌鸦说： “你可以出来，自己看看嘛。 〞
So the frog comes out from the well. He is very surprised. How big the world is! 于是青蛙！ 来到井外。他十分惊讶，原来世界这么大
词义解析：
1.frog ：青蛙
2. bottom :底部
3. well ：井
4. mouth: 口
5. crow :乌鸦
6. surprised :感到惊讶的
7. believe :相信
8. world :世界
9. go out of :从 ... 出来
10. asas…和 .... 一样
A hungry crow spied a snake lying asleep in a sunny spot, and, picking it up in his claws, he was carrying it off to a place where he could make a meal of it without being disturbed, when the snake reared its head and bit him. It was a poisonous snake, and the bite was fatal, and the dying crow said, "What a cruel fate is mine!I thought I had made a lucky find, and it has cost me my life!"
一只饥饿的乌鸦暗中发现一条蛇正啊温暖的阳光下熟睡，便猛扑过去用爪子抓住了蛇，带着他飞到一个可以安然享受美食而不受打扰的地方，这时，惊醒的蛇回过头来，咬了乌鸦一大口。这是一条毒蛇，挨咬的乌鸦受到了致命袭击。将死时，乌鸦说：“我的命运多么不幸呀！我以为自己找到了美食，可是却因此而丢掉了性命。”
聪明的乌龟
A tiger is hungry, he is looking for food. He sees a frog in front of him.
“Haha! A frog! My dinner!” so he rushes at the frog.
Behind the tiger, there is a tortoise. The little tortoise sees it; he bites the tiger’s tail.
“Ouch!” cries the tiger and he looks back. The frog hears the voice and jumps into water.
“Thank you, little tortoise.” says the frog.
But the tiger is very angry. “Bother it! I’ll throw you to the sky!”
“Thank you, I like flying in the sky,” says the tortoise.
The tiger stops, “I will throw you into the river.”
“Oh, no! I can’t swim; I will die if you throw me into the water.” The tiger threw the tortoise into the water quickly.
“Thank you, Mr. Tiger. Bye-bye.” The tortoise and the frog swim away together.
一只老虎很饥饿，他正在寻找食物。他看到一只青蛙在他前面。
“哈哈！一只青蛙，我有晚餐啦！”于是，他扑向青蛙。
在老虎的后边，有一只乌龟。小乌龟看见了，他猛咬一下啊老虎的尾巴。
“哎呦！”老虎疼得叫起来并回头看看。此时青蛙听见了老虎的声音，他迅速跳进水里。
“多谢你，小乌龟。”青蛙说。
大事老虎十分愤怒：“厌恶！我要把你扔到天上去。”
“多谢你，我喜欢在天空飞翔。”乌龟说。
老虎停下来：“那我就把你扔到到水里。”
“哦，不！我不会游泳，如果你把我扔井水里我会死的。”老虎很快就把乌龟仍进水了。
“多谢你，老虎先生，再见！”乌龟和青蛙一齐游走了。
The young thief and his mother
A young man was caught stealing, and sentenced to death three days later.
He wanted to speak with his mother before the execution. Of course this was granted.
When his mother came to him, he said, "I want to tell you something. " He said something but she could not hear. He whispered again, and when she came close to him, she put her ear to his mouth. He nearly bit off her ear. All the bystanders were horrified.
"It is to punish her, " he said. "When I was young I began stealing little things, and brought them home to mother. "Instead of punishing me, she laughed and said, It will not be noticed. It is because of her that I am here today. "
小偷和他的母亲
一个小偷被抓住了，被判处，三天后执行。
他想在行刑前与他的母亲话别，得到了允许。
当他妈妈来到他的面前，他说：“告诉你一件事。”他轻轻说了一遍，但是她听不到；等她走近些，小偷又轻声说了一遍。母亲将耳朵贴近时，儿子突然咬住母亲的耳朵，差点撕下来，周围的人都惊呆了。
“这是对她的惩罚，”小偷说，“我小时候小偷小摸，把偷的东西带回家时，她不但不惩罚我，反而笑着说‘别让人看见。就是因为她我才落个今天这样的下场。”
寓意： 小错起初不惩治，必将酿成大错。
金丝雀与蝙蝠
A bird was confined in a cage outside a window。 She often sang at night when all other birds were asleep。
One night a bat came。 He asked the bird why she was silent by day and sang only at night。
The bird answered， “Last year when I was singing in the daytime， a bird catcher heard my voice and caught me in his net。Since then I have never sung by day。”
The bat replied， "But it is useless to do this now that you have bee a prisoner。" Then he flew away。
金丝雀与蝙蝠
挂在窗口笼里的金丝雀，经常在鸟儿睡着的夜里歌唱。
一天晚上，蝙蝠来了，飞过来问�
金丝雀回答说：“去年我在白天唱歌时，捕鸟人听到我的歌声抓住了我。从此，我再也不在白天唱歌了。”
蝙蝠说：“你此刻才懂得谨慎已没用了，你若在变为囚徒之前就懂得，那该多好呀！”说完就飞走了。
寓意: 我们就应在危险发生之前就提高警觉，因为危险一旦发生，我们再怎样留意也没有用了。
Really， the largest GREen leaf in this country is a dockleaf; if one holds it before one， it is like a whole apron， and if one holds it over ones head in rainy weather， it is almost as good as an umbrella， for it is so immensely large. The burdock never grows alone， but where there grows one there always grow several： it is a great delight， and all this delightfulness is snails food. The great white snails which persons of quality in former times made fricassees of， ate， and said， "Hem， hem! how delicious!" for they thought it tasted so delicate——lived on dockleaves， and therefore burdock seeds were sown.
Now， there was an old manorhouse， where they no longer ate snails， they were quite extinct; but the burdocks were not extinct， they GREw and grew all over the walks and all the beds; they could not get the mastery over them——it was a whole forest of burdocks. Here and there stood an apple and a plumtree， or else one never would have thought that it was a garden; all was burdocks， and there lived the two last venerable old snails.
they themselves knew not how old they were， but they could remember very well that there had been many more; that they were of a family from foreign lands， and that for them and theirs the whole forest was planted. They had never been outside it， but they knew that there was still something more in the world， which was called the manorhouse， and that there they were boiled， and then they became black， and were then placed on a silver dish; but what happened further they knew not; or， in fact， what it was to be boiled， and to lie on a silver dish， they could not possibly imagine; but it was said to be delightful， and particularly genteel. Neither the chafers， the toads， nor the earthworms， whom they asked about it could give them any information——none of them had been boiled or laid on a silver dish.
the old white snails were the first persons of distinction in the world， that they knew; the forest was planted for their sake， and the manorhouse was there that they might be boiled and laid on a silver dish.
Now they lived a very lonely and happy life; and as they had no children themselves， they had adopted a little common snail， which they brought up as their own; but the little one would not grow， for he was of a common family; but the old ones， especially Dame Mother Snail， thought they could observe how he increased in size， and she begged father， if he could not see it， that he would at least feel the little snails shell; and then he felt it， and found the good dame was right.
One day there was a heavy storm of rain.
"Hear how it beats like a drum on the dockleaves!" said Father Snail.
"there are also raindrops!" said Mother Snail. "And now the rain pours right down the stalk! You will see that it will be wet here! I am very happy to think that we have our good house， and the little one has his also! There is more done for us than for all other creatures， sure enough; but can you not see that we are folks of quality in the world? We are provided with a house from our birth， and the burdock forest is planted for our sakes! I should like to know how far it extends， and what there is outside!"
"there is nothing at all，" said Father Snail. "No place can be better than ours， and I have nothing to wish for!"
"Yes，" said the dame. "I would willingly go to the manorhouse， be boiled， and laid on a silver dish; all our forefathers have been treated so; there is something extraordinary in it， you may be sure!"
"the manorhouse has most likely fallen to ruin!" said Father Snail. "Or the burdocks have grown up over it， so that they cannot come out. There need not， however， be any haste about that; but you are always in such a tremendous hurry， and the little one is beginning to be the same. Has he not been creeping up that stalk these three days? It gives me a headache when I look up to him!"
"You must not scold him，" said Mother Snail. "He creeps so carefully; he will afford us much pleasure——and we have nothing but him to live for! But have you not thought of it? Where shall we get a wife for him? Do you not think that there are some of our species at a GREat distance in the interior of the burdock forest?"
"Black snails， I dare say， there are enough of，" said the old one. "Black snails without a house——but they are so common， and so conceited. But we might give the ants a commission to look out for us; they run to and fro as if they had something to do， and they certainly know of a wife for our little snail!"
"I know one， sure enough——the most charming one!" said one of the ants. "But I am afraid we shall hardly succeed， for she is a queen!"
"That is nothing!" said the old folks. "Has she a house?"
"She has a palace!" said the ant. "The finest ants palace， with seven hundred passages!"
"I thank you!" said Mother Snail. "Our son shall not go into an anthill; if you know nothing better than that， we shall give the commission to the white gnats. They fly far and wide， in rain and sunshine; they know the whole forest here， both within and without."
"We have a wife for him，" said the gnats. "At a hundred human paces from here there sits a little snail in her house， on a gooseberry bush; she is quite lonely， and old enough to be married. It is only a hundred human paces!"
"Well， then， let her come to him!" said the old ones. "He has a whole forest of burdocks， she has only a bush!"
And so they went and fetched little Miss Snail. It was a whole week before she arrived; but therein was just the very best of it， for one could thus see that she was of the same species.
And then the marriage was celebrated. Six earthworms shone as well as they could. In other respects the whole went off very quietly， for the old folks could not bear noise and merriment; but old Dame Snail made a brilliant speech. Father Snail could not speak， he was too much affected; and so they gave them as a dowry and inheritance， the whole forest of burdocks， and said——what they had always said——that it was the best in the world; and if they lived honestly and decently， and increased and multiplied， they and their children would once in the course of time come to the manorhouse， be boiled black， and laid on silver dishes. After this speech was made， the old ones crept into their shells， and never more came out. They slept; the young couple governed in the forest， and had a numerous progeny， but they were never boiled， and never came on the silver dishes; so from this they concluded that the manorhouse had fallen to ruins， and that all the men in the world were extinct; and as no one contradicted them， so， of course it was so. And the rain beat on the dockleaves to make drummusic for their sake， and the sun shone in order to give the burdock forest a color for their sakes; and they were very happy， and the whole family was happy; for they， indeed were so.
A man was going to the house of some rich person. As he went along the road,he saw a box of good apples at the side of the road. He said,"I do not want to eat those apples;for the rich man will give me much food;
he will give me very nice food to eat." Then he took the apples and threw them away into the dust.
He went on and came to a river. The river had become very big;so he could not go over it. He waited for some time;then he said,"I cannot go to the rich mans house today,for I cannot get over the river."
He began to go home. He had eaten no food that day. He began to want food. He came to the apples,and he was glad to take them out of the dust and eat them.
Do not throw good things away;you may be glad to have them at some other time.
The vixen and the lioness
One morning when a vixen was taking her babies out of the lair, she saw a lioness and her cub.
Why do you have only one child, dear dame? asked the vixen.
Look at my healthy and numerous children here, and imagine, if you are able, how a proud mother should feel.
The lioness said calmly, Yes, just look at that beautiful collection. What are they? Foxes! Ive only one, but remember, that one is a lion.
雌狐与母狮
一天清早，雌狐狸带着她的孩子走出巢穴，看见了母狮子和她的孩子。
为什么你只有一个孩子，夫人？雌狐狸问，看我这群健康的孩子，如果有能力，一个骄傲的妈妈应该多养一些孩子。
母狮平静地说：是呀，看看这漂亮的一大群，他们都是狐狸！我只有一个，可他毕竟是一头狮子。
寓意： 贵重的价值在于质，而不在于量。
Look Ahead
Once a friendsuggested me: “Look ahead when you are sad. ”
It is this weirdthat ever when I am in sad, I am always bow my head or shut my eyes regardlesshis suggestion. Even when I catch a glimpse of the sky with stars, but again at sea. When I am depressed, my visionnarrowed.
This friend has alovely and smart daughter and so charming like a flower in dancing. But, she isunable to see the outside world clearly. My friend ever so grieve that he wasso pessimistic. No other aids seem to help him, but he gained the delight aftera journey of hardship with looking ahead that the crucial life taught him.
Look ahead, hehas witnessed his daughter’s experience
journey----she is more beautiful andtamer and can take care of herself. She dresses her black excise cloth, withwhite dancing shoes, black and high-twist hair style with lighting belt; she isalways smile, indicating her charming youth in her mouth; she bees strong inmind and smart, live on herself. As preferred, she bees a warmly receiveddancing teacher?
The God is alwaysabsent when we knock His door. The great poet 朗费罗 could not help mending,“Your你的命运一如他人，每个生命都会下雨。” When it rains and we feel sad, it is worthlooking ahead. If one minute is not enough, then take one more. Looking againand again with a long time, or even your whole life and your love and hope. Seewhether所有的雨都
会停； see the sky after rain if it is cleaner, vaster, more fantastic and seewhether there is rainbow in magic.
There is alwaysthe time the God go home; the stop for rain and the hope and joyous ahead.
翻译：看着前方
一个朋友对我说:“当你忧伤时，请看着前方。”
说来也怪，每当自我忧伤时，我很少看着前方，不是低低垂首，就是闭目不瞻，即便抬头仰望星空，也是越看越茫然。忧伤时，自我的视野真的窄了。
这个朋友有一个冰雪聪明的女儿，美丽得像朵舞蹈着的花，但她完全看不到外边的世界。朋友以前悲哀欲绝，但没有人能够帮忙到他疗伤，是残酷的生活教会他看着前方，发现和拥有那些前行一段路程才能得到的喜悦。
看着前方，他看到已经长大的女儿——她更加漂亮乖巧，学会了自我照顾自我；她穿上了黑色的练功服、白色的舞蹈鞋，黑黑的头发盘得高高的，用发光的发带竖了起来；她时刻微笑着，那是汇集在她嘴角的点点明媚的春光；她变得坚强睿智，能够自食其力，如她所愿，果真成了一名受人欢迎的舞蹈老师。.。
我们敲门时，上帝总是不在家。诗人朗� ”下雨时，忧伤时，最值得做的事情就像这位朋友所说的:看着前方！一分钟不行，再看一分钟，久久地看，一次又一次地看，用一生的经历来看，用最真的爱满怀着期望来看。看看是不是“所有的雨都会停”，看看雨后的。天空是不是更洁净、更辽远、更美丽，是不是还会奇迹般地出现彩虹。
上帝总有回家的时候，雨水总会停下，前方总有期望和喜悦。
1.英文童话故事
A man once bought a brilliantly-coloured parrot. Instead of locking it up in a cage or chaining it to a perch, he allowed it to fly free all over the house. The parrot was delighted at this and flapped from room to room, shrieking and screaming with happiness. At last he settled on the edge of a rich curtain.
"Who on earth are you ？" said a cross voice from below. "Stop that terrible noise at once."
The parrot saw a cat staring up at him from the carpet.
"I 'm a parrot. I 've just arrived and I 'm to make as much noise as I can," he said.
"Well, I 've lived here all my life," replied the cat 。"I was born in this very house and I learned from my mother that it is best to keep quiet here."
"Keep quiet then, "said the parrot cheerfully. "I don't know what you do around here, but I know my job. My master bought me for my voice and I'm going to make sure he hears it."
Different people are valued for different things.
鹦鹉和猫
从前，有人买了一只毛色鲜艳的鹦鹉。他没有把鹦鹉关在笼子里，也没有用链条把他拴在栖木上，而让他在家里自由自在地飞来飞去。鹦鹉对此十分高兴，扑动翅膀，从一间屋子飞到另一间屋子，愉快地尖声叫着，最终停在华丽的帷幔的边上。
"你到底是谁？"从下头传来怒气冲冲的说话声，"立刻住嘴，别发出那难听的声音。"
鹦鹉看见地毯上有一只猫抬头看着他。
"我是鹦鹉。我刚到，我要使劲地吵吵。"他说。 "那你就一声不响吧，"鹦鹉欢快地说，"我不明白你在这儿干什么，可我明白我的活儿。主人为了我的声音才买我，我必须得让他听到。"
不一样的人因有不一样的`特点而受重视。
2.英文童话故事
A boy was playing in the fields when he was stung by a nettle 。 He ran home to tell his mother what had happened.
"I only touched it lightly," he said, "and the nasty thing stung me."
"It stung you because you only touched it lightly," his mother told him." Next time you touch a nettle grasp it as tightly as you can. Then it won't sting you at all."
Face danger boldly.
男孩和荨麻
有个男孩子在地里玩耍，被荨麻刺痛了。他跑回家去，告诉妈妈出了什么事。
"我可是轻轻地碰了它一下，"他说，"那厌恶的东西就把我刺痛了。"
"你只轻轻地碰了它一下，所以它才刺痛你，"妈妈对他说，"下一回你再碰到荨麻，就尽量紧紧地抓住它。那它就根本不会刺痛你了。"
要敢于应对危险。
3.英文童话故事
One day passed by Jackson Panshan Baoji market, customer and butcher overheard dialogue. The customer of the butcher said: "give me a pound of meat cut."
Listen to the butcher, butcher asked: "what a piece of meat is not good?"
The customer was shocked, while on the side of the mountain but understand a Baoji jackson.
We always felt that the present work is not ideal, there are many complaints, such as: "the environment is not good enough, the wage than other company employees to bottom, feel that their brand is relatively small, with a lot of disappointments." In fact, "a piece of meat which is not good?"
No matter what kind of company, what kind of work environment, how much you put into this job, how much you will get. The key is how you look at it.
盘山宝积禅师有一天路过市场时，偶然听到顾客与屠夫的对话。顾客对屠夫说：“给我割一斤好肉。”
屠夫听了，放下屠刀反问：“哪一块不是好肉呢？”
顾客当时怔住，而在一旁的盘山宝积禅师却领悟了。
我们总是感到，现在的工作不够理想，有很多的抱怨，如：“工作的环境不够好、开的工薪比其它公司的员工要底、觉得自己的公司品牌比较小等等，有着很多的不如意。”而实际上，“哪一块肉是不好的呢？”
不论在什么样的公司里，什么样的工作环境中，你对这份工作投入了多少你就会收获多少。关键在于你如何看待。
4.英文童话故事
The Bank of france. Now the young Sarto was unemployed and had fifty-one job rejection, when his fifty-second job rejection to go out, find a needle head of the bank on the doorstep, he bent down to pick it up.
The second day, he received a notification of the bank.
Originally, he squatted down to pick up the needle scene is just the bank's chairman saw. The chairman believes that the bank engaged in work, are in need of such spirit of Rafael Sarto.
Maybe he is not a lucky million, but you can guarantee this luck will not come upon you? I believe the success of him, including the Bank of France and finally become the king. He is not only because of his good luck, but the key is that he fully prepared. It is not a temporary move his needle, and he should be good to follow up the details of an attitude. That is to say, if you know the details of the implementation details of the Rafael Sarto spirit you have found the details, don't you succeed?
法国银行大王贾库。拉非萨托年轻时一度失业，曾五十一次求职遭拒绝，当他第五十二次求职遭拒绝后走出去时，发现这家银行门前的台阶上有一枚打头针，就弯腰把它捡了起来。
第二天，他收到了这家银行的录用通知。
原来，他蹲下捡针的情景正好被银行的懂事长看见了。懂事长认为，从事银行工作的人，正需要有拉斐萨托的这种精神。
或许他是万中无一的幸运儿，但你能保证这种幸运不会降临在你的身上吗？我相信成功的他，包括：最后成为法国银行大王。他不仅仅是因为他的好运，更关键的是，他做好了充分的准备。捡针不是他的一时之举，而应该是他能够很好跟进细节的一种态度。这也就是说如果你拥有发现细节、了解细节、执行细节的拉斐萨托精神，难道你不会成功吗？
5.英文童话故事
Long ago,there was a big cat in the house. He caught many mice while they were stealingfood.
One day the mice had a meetingto talk about the way to deal with their common enemy. Some said this,andsome said that.
At last a young mouse gotup, and said that he had a good idea.
"We could tie a bellaround the neck of the cat. Then when he comes near, we can hear the sound ofthe bell, and run away."
Everyone approved of thisproposal, but an old wise mouse got up and said, "That is all very well,but who will tie the bell to the cat?" The mice looked at each other, butnobody spoke.
从前，一所房子里面有一只大猫，他抓住了很多偷东西的老鼠。
一天，老鼠在一起开会商量如何对付他们奇特的敌人。会上大家各有各的主张，最后，一只小老鼠站出来说他有一个好主意。
“咱们可能在猫的脖子上绑一个铃铛，那么如果他来到附近，咱们听到铃声就能够立即逃跑。”
大家都同意这个倡导，这时一只聪明的老耗子站出来说：“这确切是个绝妙的主意，然而谁来给猫的脖子上绑铃铛呢？”老鼠们面面相觑，谁也不谈话。
寓意：有些事件说起来容易，做起来却很难。
A FEW large lizards were running nimbly about in the clefts of an old tree. They could understand one another very well, for they spoke the lizard language. "What a buzzing and a rumbling there is in the elfin hill," said one of the lizards.
"I have not been able to close my eyes for two nights on account of the noise; I might just as well have had the toothache, for that always keeps me awake."
"There is something going on within there," said the other lizard; "they propped up the top of the hill with four red posts, till cockcrowthis morning, so that it is thoroughly aired, and the elfin girls have learnt new dances; there is something."
"I spoke about it to an earthworm of my acquaintance," said a third lizard; "the earthworm had just come from the elfin hill, where he has been groping about in the earth day and night. He has heard a great deal; although he cannot see, poor miserable creature, yet he understands very well how to wriggle and lurk about. They expect friends in the elfin hill, grand company, too; but who they are the earthworm would not say, or, perhaps, he really did not know. All the willothewisps are ordered to be there to hold a torch dance, as it is called. The silver and gold which is plentiful in the hill will be polished and placed out in the moonlight."
"Who can the strangers be?" asked the lizards; "what can the matter be? Hark, what a buzzing and humming there is!"
Just at this moment the elfin hill opened, and an old elfin maiden, hollow behind, came tripping out; she was the old elf kings housekeeper, and a distant relative of the family; therefore she wore an amber heart on the middle of her forehead. Her feet moved very fast, "trip, trip;" good gracious, how she could trip right down to the sea to the nightraven.
"You are invited to the elf hill for this evening," said she; "but will you do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you oughtto do something, for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore the old elf king wishes to make a great display."
"Who is to be invited?" asked the raven.
"All the world may come to the great ball, even human beings, if they can only talk in their sleep, or do something after our fashion. But for the feast the company must be carefully selected; we can only admit persons of high rank; I have had a dispute myself with the elf king, as he thought we could not admit ghosts. The merman and his daughter must be invited first, although it may not be agreeable to them to remain so long on dry land, but they shall have a wet stone to sit on, or perhaps something better; so I think they will not refuse this time. We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the deathhorse, or the gravepig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently."
"Croak," said the nightraven as he flew away with the invitations.
The elfin maidens were already dancing on the elf hill, and they danced in shawls woven from moonshine and mist, which look very pretty to those who like such things. The large hall within the elf hill was splendidly decorated; the floor had been washed with moonshine, and the walls had been rubbed with magic ointment, so that they glowed like tulipleaves in the light. In the kitchen were frogs roasting on the spit, and dishes preparing of snail skins, with childrens fingers in them, salad of mushroom seed, hemlock, noses and marrow of mice, beer from the marsh womans brewery, and sparkling saltpetre wine from the grave cellars. These were all substantial food. Rusty nails and churchwindow glass formed the dessert. The old elf king had his gold crown polished up with powdered slatepencil; it was like that used by the first form, and very difficult for an elf king to obtain. In the bedrooms, curtains were hung up and fastened with the slime of snails; there was, indeed, a buzzing and humming everywhere.
"Now we must fumigate the place with burnt horsehair and pigs bristles, and then I think I shall have done my part," said the elf manservant.
"Father, dear," said the youngest daughter, "may I now hear who our highborn visitors are?"
"Well, I suppose I must tell you now," he replied; "two of my daughters must prepare themselves to be married, for the marriages certainly will take place. The old goblin from Norway, who lives in the ancient Dovre mountains, and who possesses many castles built of rock and freestone, besides a gold mine, which is better than all, so it is thought, is coming with his two sons, who are both seeking a wife. The old goblin is a truehearted, honest, old Norwegian graybeard; cheerful and straightforward. I knew him formerly, when we used to drink together to our good fellowship: he came here once to fetch his wife, she is dead now. She was the daughter of the king of the chalkhills at Moen. They say he took his wife from chalk; I shall be delighted to see him again. It is said that the boys are illbred, forward lads, but perhaps that is not quite correct, and they will become better as they grow older. Let me see that you know how to teach them good manners."
"And when are they coming?" asked the daughter.
"That depends upon wind and weather," said the elf king; "they travel economically. They will come when there is the chance of a ship. I wanted them to come over to Sweden, but the old man was not inclined to take my advice. He does not go forward with the times, and that I do not like."
Two willothewisps came jumping in, one quicker than the other, so of course, one arrived first. "They are coming! they are coming!" he cried.
"Give me my crown," said the elf king, "and let me stand in the moonshine."
The daughters drew on their shawls and bowed down to the ground. There stood the old goblin from the Dovre mountains, with his crown of hardened ice and polished fircones. Besides this, he wore a bearskin, and great, warm boots, while his sons went with their throats bare and wore no braces, for they were strong men.
"Is that a hill?" said the youngest of the boys, pointing to the elf hill, "we should call it a hole in Norway."
"Boys," said the old man, "a hole goes in, and a hill stands out; have you no eyes in your heads?"
Another thing they wondered at was, that they were able without trouble to understand the language.
"Take care," said the old man, "or people will think you have not been well brought up."
Then they entered the elfin hill, where the select and grand company were assembled, and so quickly had they appeared that they seemed to have been blown together. But for each guest the neatest and pleasantest arrangement had been made. The sea folks sat at table in great watertubs, and they said it was just like being at home. All behaved themselves properly excepting the two young northern goblins; they put their legs on the table and thought they were all right.
"Feet off the tablecloth!" said the old goblin. They obeyed, but not immediately. Then they tickled the ladies who waited at table, with the fircones, which they carried in their pockets. They took off their boots, that they might be more at ease, and gave them to the ladies to hold. But their father, the old goblin, was very different; he talked pleasantly about the stately Norwegian rocks, and told fine tales of the waterfalls which dashed over them with a clattering noise like thunder or the sound of an organ, spreading their white foam on every side. He told of the salmon that leaps in the rushing waters, while the watergod plays on his golden harp. He spoke of the bright winter nights, when the sledge bells are ringing, and the boys run with burning torches across the smooth ice, which is so transparent that they can see the fishes dart forward beneath their feet. He described everything so clearly, that those who listened could see it all; they could see the sawmills going, the menservants and the maidens singing songs, and dancing a rattling dance, when all at once the old goblin gave the old elfin maiden a kiss, such a tremendous kiss, and yet they were almost strangers to each other.
Then the elfin girls had to dance, first in the usual way, and then with stamping feet, which they performed very well; then followed the artistic and solo dance. Dear me, how they did throw their legs about! No one could tell where the dance begun, or where it ended, nor indeed which were legs and which were arms, for they were all flying about together, like the shavings in a sawpit! And then they spun round so quickly that the deathhorse and the gravepig became sick and giddy, and were obliged to leave the table.
"Stop!" cried the old goblin," is that the only housekeeping they can perform? Can they do anything more than dance and throw about their legs, and make a whirlwind?"
"You shall soon see what they can do," said the elf king. And then he called his youngest daughter to him. She was slender and fair as moonlight, and the most graceful of all the sisters. She took a white chip in her mouth, and vanished instantly; this was her accomplishment. But the old goblin said he should not like his wife to have such an accomplishment, and thought his boys would have the same objection. Another daughter could make a figure like herself follow her, as if she had a shadow, which none of the goblin folk ever had. The third was of quite a different sort; she had learnt in the brewhouse of the moor witch how to lard elfin puddings with glowworms.
"She will make a good housewife," said the old goblin, and then saluted her with his eyes instead of drinking her health; for he did not drink much.
Now came the fourth daughter, with a large harp to play upon; and when she struck the first chord, every one lifted up the left leg (for the goblins are leftlegged), and at the second chord they found they must all do just what she wanted.
"That is a dangerous woman," said the old goblin; and the two sons walked out of the hill; they had had enough of it. "And what can the next daughter do?" asked the old goblin.
"I have learnt everything that is Norwegian," said she; "and I will never marry, unless I can go to Norway."
Then her youngest sister whispered to the old goblin, "That is only because she has heard, in a Norwegian song, that when the world shall decay, the cliffs of Norway will remain standing like monuments; and she wants to get there, that she may be safe; for she is so afraid of sinking."
"Ho! ho!" said the old goblin, "is that what she means? Well, what can the seventh and last do?"
"The sixth comes before the seventh," said the elf king, for he could reckon; but the sixth would not come forward.
"I can only tell people the truth," said she. "No one cares for me, nor troubles himself about me; and I have enough to do to sew my grave clothes."
So the seventh and last came; and what could she do? Why, she could tell stories, as many as you liked, on any subject.
There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge1on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught2 but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentley's father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude3abounding4 here. Now we were here, post World War II, post Korean War, Vietnam War on thebrink5. So much learned, so much yet to learn.
Peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter6, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a CooperHawk7 that had smashed down through trees for a squealing8 rabbit, yap of a fox at a youngster, a skunk9 at rooting.
We had pitched camp in the near darkness, Ed LeBlanc, Brother Bentley, Walter Ruszkowski, myself. A dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. Now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a logger's path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought we'd again have no traffic, came a growling10 engine, an old solid body van, a Chevy, the kind I had driven for Frankie Pike and the Lobster11 Pound in Lynn delivering lobsters12 throughout the Merrimack Valley. It had pre-WW II high fenders, a faded black paint on a body you'd swear had been hammered out of corrugated13 steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. Two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment14 of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer ofammunition15 on the band. They could have been conscripts for Emilano Zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.
"Mornin'， been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass16 coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. His hands were large, the fingers long and I could picture them in a shop barn working aprimal17 plane across the face of a maple18 board. Custom-made, old elegance19, those hands said.
"Barely had coffee," Ed LeBlanc said, the most vocal1 of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "We've got a whole pot almost. Have what you want." The pot was pointed2out sitting on a hunk of grill3 across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. The pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents4 scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. Once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, we'd gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though we'd often unearth5 our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. Coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. It is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon6 in you, stoke last evening's cheese and pepperoni. First man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. That means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers7 of false dawn. I suspect that's where "scrambled8 eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. So, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings9, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.
"You're early enough for eggs and bacon if you need a start." Eddie added, his invitation tossedkindly10 into the morning air, his smile a match for morning sun, a man of welcomes. "We have hot cakes, kulbassa, home fries, if you want." We have the food of kings if you really want to know. There were nights we sat at his kitchen table at 101 Main Street, Saugus, Massachusetts planning the trip, planning each meal, planning the campsite. Some menus were founded on a case of beer, a late night, a curse or two on the ride to work when day started.
"Been there a'ready," the other man said, his weaponry also noted11 by us, a little more orderly in its presentation, including an old Boy Scout12 sash across his chest, the galaxy13of flies in supreme14 positioning. They were old Yankees, in the face and frame the pair of them undoubtedly15 brothers, staunch, written into early routines, probably had been up at three o'clock to get here at this hour. They were taller than we were, no fat on their frames, wide-shouldered, big-handed, barely coming out of their reserve, but fishermen. That fact alone would win any of us over. Obviously, they'd been around, a heft of time already accrued16.
Then the pounding came, from inside the truck, as if a tire iron was beating at the sides of the vehicle. It was not a timid banging, not a minor1 signal. Bang! Bang! it came, and Bang! again. And the voice of authority from some place in space, some regal spot in the universe. "I'm not sitting here the livelong day whilst you boys gab2 away." A toothless meshing3 came in his words, like Walter Brennan at work in the jail in Rio Bravo or some such movie.
"Comin'， pa," one of them said, the most orderly one, the one with the old scout4 sash riding him like a bandoleer.
They pulled open the back doors of the van, swung them wide, to show His Venerable Self, ageless, white-bearded, felt hat too loaded with an arsenal5 of flies, sitting on a white wicker rocker with a rope holding him to a piece of vertical6 angle iron, the crude kind that could have been on early subways or trolley7 cars. Across his lap he held three delicate fly rods, old as him, thin, bamboo in color, probably too slight for a lake's three-pounder. But on the Pine River, upstream or downstream, under alders8 choking some parts of the river's flow, at a significant pool where side streams merge9 and phantom10 trout11 hang out their eternal promise, most elegant, fingertip elegant.
"Oh, boy," Eddie said at an aside, "there's the boss man, and look at those tools."Admiration12 leaked from his voice.
Rods were taken from the caring hands, the rope untied13, and His Venerable Self, white wicker rocker and all, was lifted from the truck and set by our campfire. I was willing to bet that my sister Pat, the dealer14 in antiques, would scoop15 up that rocker if given the slightest chance. The old one looked about the campsite, noted17 clothes drying from a previous day's rain, order of equipment and supplies aligned18 the way we always kept them, the canvas of our tent taut19 and true in its expanse, our fishing rods off the ground and placed atop the flyleaf so as not to tempt20 raccoons with smelly cork21 handles, no garbage in sight. He nodded.
We had passed muster22.
"You the ones leave it cleaner than you find it ever' year. We knowed sunthin' 'bout16 you. Never disturbed you afore. But we share the good spots." He looked closely at Brother Bentley, nodded a kind of recognition. "Your daddy ever fish here, son?"
Brother must have passed through the years in a hurry, remembering his father bringing him here as a boy. "A ways back," Brother said in his clipped North Saugus fashion, outlander, specific, no waste in his words. Old Oren Bentley, it had been told us, had walked five miles through the unknown woods off Route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite, the remnants of an old lodge1, and a great curve in the Pine River so that a mile's walk in either direction gave you three miles of stream to fish, upstream or downstream. Paradise up north.
His Venerable Self nodded again, a man of signals, then said, "Knowed him way back some. Met him at the Iron Bridge. We passed a few times." Instantly we could see the story. A whole history of encounter was in his words; it marched right through us the way knowledge does, as well as legend. He pointed2 at the coffeepot. "The boys'll be off, but my days down there get cut up some. I'll sit a while and take some of thet." He said thet too pronounced, too dramatic, and it was a short time before I knew why.
The white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion, his head nodded again. Hespoke3 to his sons. "You boys be back no more'n two-three hours so these fellers can do their things too, and keep the place tidied up."
The most orderly son said, "Sure, pa. Two-three hours." The two elderly sons left the campsite and walked down the path to the banks of the Pine River, their boots swishing at thigh4 line, the most elegant rods pointing the way through scattered5 limbs, experience on the beware, we thought.
"We been carpenters f'ever," he said, the clip still in his words. "Those boys a mine been some good at it too." His head cocked, he seemed to listen for their departure, the leaves and branches quiet, the murmur7 of the stream a tinkling8 idyllic9 music rising up the banking10. Old Venerable Himself moved the wicker rocker forward and back, a small timing11 taking place. He was hearing things we had not heard yet, the whole symphony all around us. Eddie looked at me and nodded his own nod. It said, "I'm paying attention and I know you are. This is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the river we love, that we come to twice a year, in May with the mayflies, in June with the black flies." The gift and the scourge12, we'd often remember, having been both scarred and sewn by it.
Brother was still at memory, we could tell. Silence we thought was heavy about us, but there was so much going on. A bird talked to us from a high limb1. A fox called to her young. We were on the Pine River once again, nearly a hundred miles from home, in Paradise2.
"Name's Roger Treadwell. Boys are Nathan and Truett." The introductions had been accounted for.
Old Venerable Roger Treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leaned forward and said, "You boys wouldn't have a couple spare beers, would ya?"
Now that's the way to start the day on the Pine River.
One day, piggy was watching TV at home. He saw it on TV: "everyone wants to have ideals." Chubby thought, "what am I going to do? Ah! By the way, I'm a good athlete. A gold medal hanging around the neck, a trophy in hand - what an air! But the athlete is too laborious, run all day, jump, make all body is sweat, how bad ah! I.。.。.。 I'm not an athlete!
"By the way, I'm a singer! Yes, singers don't have to work hard. But it's too easy to sing. It's always the same.
Suddenly he saw his hoof. "hey, how beautiful my feet are! Or I'll be a dancer! I'm going to dance ballet, I'm going to dance swan lake! But the dancer was so tired that she had to lie down all day!"
"That.。.。.。 Then I'll.。. Hey, I think these dry what, what ideal not ideal, eat full, drink enough, get!" Chubby shifted his butt, buttoned his mouth, and fell asleep on the sofa.
Children, we can't learn fat. Want to know, won't flower strength, ideal is equal to zero!
There was a sturdy ram1 with a pair of thick horns upright on its head.
It strutted2 about proudly and saw a fence built with bamboo and wood in front, which blocked its way. It cast a sidelong glance at the fence, lowered its neck and lunged at the fence, hoping to knock it down. The fence remained intact but the ram injured its own horns.
If it had not injured its horns, the ram would have persisted obstinately3 in butting4 against the fence, even against the spokes5 of a wheel until it bled with a fractured skull6.
As a result, with its horns caught in the fence, the ram could neither advance nor retreat but bleat7 helplessly.
一头长得非常雄壮的公羊的头上，挺立着一对粗大的犄角。
公羊骄傲地踱着步，看见前面有一道竹木编成的篱笆挡住了它的去路。公羊斜着眼睛看看，便弯下脖子呼的一声撞上去，想把篱笆撞倒。结果篱笆纹丝不动，反把自己的犄角碰上了。
假如公羊没有碰伤犄角的话，那么它还会一个劲儿地撞下去，甚至向车轮的辐条上撞去，直到头破血流为止。
结果呢？公羊的犄角被篱笆夹住，进也不得，退也不得，只能“咩咩”不停地叫唤。
2：Facing the Reality in Silence
Thetruest and most expressive thought was hardly be expressed.
Weall face it alone in silence to the most important thing in life. We can talkoccasionally about love, loneliness, happiness, miseries, death and so on, butthe true meaning is hard to deliver by words. I cannot tell others how gentlemy love is; how desperate my loneliness is; my enjoyable happiness is; howdepressive my miseries is; how ridiculous my death is. I have no choice but tohide then deeply in my heart. All what I said and wrote but the product ofthinking, while thinking, to some extend, is a kind of escape which from theparticular to general, fate to life and the abyss of silence to the bank oflanguage. If they have not become
pure/solely and abstract idea, it is merelybecause they have newly struggled out from the silence and with something hardto tell in their bodies.
Iam not to deny the possibility of communication between human beings, but
thecondition. It is silence, instead of words. 美特林克had an excellent explanation: the nature of silence tells the nature of one’ssoul. There is no any words may have a possibility to make a communicationbetween their soul if the two cannot share the same silence. To those who havenot solved the same questions in silence, even profound philosophy is only somepolite formulas. In fact, those superficial reader have no ability to identifythe profound philosophy and abstract thoughts, proverb and polite formulas,philosophy and 老生常谈， insipid/prosaic and commonplace,the knowledge of Buddha dharma and deceitful trick. One’s ability in wordscomprehension is based on his understanding to silence and eternally based onhis silence; that is his capacity of soul. Therefore, I insist that the lessonof one who is determined to seek the life philosophy is silence----to face hisimportant problem of sale in silence. Until he has enough accumulation and tootires to bear, all windows opened to him. This is the way that he not onlyunderstands the limited words, but also the unlimited information behind thesilence of words.
翻译：在沉默中面对
最真实，最切己的人生感悟是找不到言辞的。
对于人生最重大的问题，我们没跟人都是能在沉默中独自面对。我们可以一般的谈论爱情、孤独、幸福、苦难、死亡等等，但是，那属于每个人自己的真正意义始终在话语之外。我无法告诉别人我的爱情有多么温柔，我的孤独有多么绝望，我的幸福有多么美丽，我的幸福有多么美丽，我的苦难有多么沉重，我的死亡有多么荒诞。我只能把这一切藏在心中，我所说出的写出的东西只是先思考的产物，而一切思考在某种意义上都是一种逃避，从最个别的逃向一般的，从命运逃向生活，从沉默的深渊逃向语言的彼岸。如果说他们尚未沦为纯粹的空洞的概念，那也只是因为他们是从沉默中挣扎出来的，身上还散发着深渊里不可名状的事物的七夕。
我不否认人与人之间沟通的可能，但我确信其前提是沉默，而不是言辞。美特林克说得好：沉默的性质解释了一个人灵魂的性质。在不能共享沉默的两个人之间，任何言辞都无法使他们的灵魂发生沟通。对于未曾在沉默中面对过相同问题的人来说，在深刻的哲理也只是一些套话，事实上那些浅薄的读者奇缺分不清深刻的感悟和空洞的感叹，格言和套话，哲理和老生常谈，平淡和平庸，佛性和故弄玄虚的禅机。一个人言辞理解的深度取决于他对沉默理解的深度，归根结底取决于她的沉默，亦即他的灵魂的深度。所以，在我看来，凡有志探究人生真理的人首要功夫便是沉默，在沉默中面对他灵魂中真正属于自己的重大问题。到他有了足够的孕育并因此感到不堪重负的时候，一切言语之门便向他打开了，这是他不但理解了有限的言辞，而且理解了言辞背后的沉默着的背后无限的存在。
How Important It is
There isa suitcase for you with a million US dollar in 。
Thesuitcase is placed in a building away from you about one hour driving. Thecondition is, you need to get there within two hours. If you did, I will giveyou the suitcase with a million US dollar. Or if you late for only one minute,nothing will you get. When would you get about?
Manywould say: “Now.” will you?
Now youset out. You hurry into your car, start it, drive for the building. You are soexcited and wonder what to do about the one million US dollars. All of a sudden,you are stopped by the traffic jam. You turn on the radio and find there is noany way to get there because of the accident on your way. What will you do neststep? Go back? Or step out your car, go to the building on foot (running oremploy a helicopter or other ways)？
If, youare on the way to the dentist’s office and there is a traffic jam, surely youwould turn back and appoit for another time.
Why isthere difference between these two thins? Because of the destination. If it isquite important for you, you will conquer it, regardless any hardship; or ifyit is not so serious, you may call it a day.
Therefore,the best way to face the difficulty is to make the thing a business.
翻译：事情有多重要
我有一个手提箱要给你，里面有100万美元现金。手提箱放在离你此刻住的地方大约1小时车程的一幢大楼上，条件是：你要在2小时内到达那幢大楼。如果在2个小时之内到，我就把皮箱交给你，你就多了100万美元。但是只要你迟到一分钟，你就一分钱都得不到。那么你什么时候出发去拿幢大楼呢？
很多人会回答：“此刻就去。”你呢？
你出发了。跳上你的车，发动，向那幢大楼方向开去。你相当激动，计划着怎样花那100万美元。突然，路上堵车了，你的车子开不动了。你打开收音机，发此刻你和那幢大楼之间发生了重大交通事故，你没有别的路能够到达那里。你会怎样办？你会打道回府吗？或者打开车门走出来，走路（跑步或雇用直升飞机或用别的方法）去那幢大楼？
如果你去看牙医，在路上也发生堵车，你肯定会转回家，跟牙医约另一天。 这两种状况为什么会不一样？因为出行的目的是不一样的。如果你要做的事情对你十分重要，再大的困难你都会设法克服； 如果你觉得要做的事情不是很重要，遇到困难你就会放下了。
所以，克服困难的最好的方法，就是把你要做的事情看得十分重要。
Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often." In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
As Told by Chris P. Cash
This crab is really special
与众不一样的螃蟹
A male crab met a female crab and asked her to marry him.
She noticed that he was walking straight instead of sideways. Wow, she thought, this crab is really special. I can’t let him get away. So they got married immediately.
The next day she noticed her new husband walking sideways like all the other crabs, and got upset. "What happened?" she asked. "You used to walk straight before we were married."
"Oh, honey," he replied, "I can't drink that much every day."
一只雄蟹遇到了一只雌蟹，便向她求婚。
雌蟹发现他是直着走路，而不是横着走。她心想，这只雄蟹真是与众不一样，我可不能让他跑了。于是他们很快就结婚了。
第二天，雌蟹发现她的新郎走起路来和普通螃蟹一样。她便疑惑重重。“你怎样了？”她问，“我们结婚之前你但是直着走路的。”
“哦，宝贝，”他回答说，“我不可能每一天都喝那么多啊。”
One day a rabbit was walking near the hill. He heard someone crying,‘Help! Help!’It was a wolf. A big stone was on the wolfs back. He cried, "Mr. Rabbit, take this big stone from my back, or I will die."
The Rabbit moved the stone from the wolfs back. Then the wolf jumped and caught the rabbit.
“If you kill me, I will never help you again.” Cried the rabbit 。 “Ha,ha!You will not live, because I will kill you." said the wolf.
‘I helped you. How can you kill me? It’s unfair. You ask Mrs. Duck. She will say that you are wrong." said the rabbit. “I will ask her,” said the wolf.
So they went to ask Mrs. Duck. The duck listened to their story and said,” What stone? I must see it. Then I can know who is right. “So the wolf and the rabbit and the duck went to see the stone.
"Now, put the stone back," said Mrs. Duck. So they put the stone back. Now the big stone is on the wolf’s back again.
That’s all for my story. Thanks for listening.
兔子和狼
一天，兔子先生正在山坡附近遛哒，他听到有人在呼救：“救命呀！救命呀！”他这边瞧瞧，那边望望，他发现了可怜的狼先生，一块大石头掉下来压在狼先生的背上，他起不来了。他喊道：“兔先生，把这块大石头从我背上搬开，要不然我会死的。”兔子好不容易把大石头从狼背上搬开，这时，狼跳起来，把兔子叼在嘴里。“如果你吃了我，”兔子叫喊着，“只要我还活着，我再也不帮你的忙了。” “你不会活了，”狼说，“因为我要吃了你了。” “好人是不会杀救过他命的恩人的，”兔子说，“这很不公平，你去问鸭子夫人，她很胖，她样样事情都通晓，她一定会说没有一个好人会干出这种事情来。” “我去问她”，于是，狼和兔子到了鸭子家。狼说：“当兔子先生在山坡附近坐下时，我抓住了他，因此，我要吃掉他。现在你来谈谈你是怎样想的吧。” “我从他的背上搬开好大的一块石头，”兔子说，“因此，我说他不应该吃掉我，因为我救了他。现在你说说你的看法吧。” “什么石头？”鸭子夫人问。“山附近一块石头，”兔子说。“我必须去看看，”鸭子说，“如果我连那块石头也没有看见，那我怎么说得出我的看法？”于是，狼、兔子和鸭子一起去看那块石头。现在你知道结果是什么了。
ALL the songs of the east speak of the love of the nightingale for the rose in the silent starlight night. The winged songster serenades the fragrant flowers.
Not far from Smyrna， where the merchant drives his loaded camels， proudly arching their long necks as they journey beneath the lofty pines over holy ground， I saw a hedge of roses. The turtledove flew among the branches of the tall trees， and as the sunbeams fell upon her wings， they glistened as if they were motherofpearl. On the rosebush GREw a flower， more beautiful than them all， and to her the nightingale sung of his woes; but the rose remained silent， not even a dewdrop lay like a tear of sympathy on her leaves. At last she bowed her head over a heap of stones， and said， “Here rests the greatest singer in the world; over his tomb will I spread my fragrance， and on it I will let my leaves fall when the storm scatters them. He who sung of Troy became earth， and from that earth I have sprung. I， a rose from the grave of Homer， am too lofty to bloom for a nightingale.” Then the nightingale sung himself to death. A cameldriver came by， with his loaded camels and his black slaves; his little son found the dead bird， and buried the lovely songster in the grave of the great Homer， while the rose trembled in the wind.
the evening came， and the rose wrapped her leaves more closely round her， and dreamed： and this was her dream.
It was a fair sunshiny day; a crowd of strangers drew near who had undertaken a pilgrimage to the grave of Homer. Among the strangers was a minstrel from the north， the home of the clouds and the brilliant lights of the aurora borealis. He plucked the rose and placed it in a book， and carried it away into a distant part of the world， his fatherland. The rose faded with grief， and lay between the leaves of the book， which he opened in his own home， saying， “Here is a rose from the grave of Homer.”
then the flower awoke from her dream， and trembled in the wind. A drop of dew fell from the leaves upon the singers grave. The sun rose， and the flower bloomed more beautiful than ever. The day was hot， and she was still in her own warm Asia. Then footsteps approached， strangers， such as the rose had seen in her dream， came by， and among them was a poet from the north; he plucked the rose， pressed a kiss upon her fresh mouth， and carried her away to the home of the clouds and the northern lights. Like a mummy， the flower now rests in his “Iliad，” and， as in her dream， she hears him say， as he opens the book， “Here is a rose from the grave of Homer.”
Mr. Carrisford was rich. He had diamond mines. "I caught brain fever when the diamond mines seemed to go wrong. Before long I recovered. But my best friend was already dead. I must find my friend's daughter. She must be alive somewhere. She may be penniless now. Oh, it is through my fault," Mr. Carrisford said to Ram Dass. "How about helping the little girl in the attic, Sir? "That will make you feel better," said Ram Dass. "That's a good idea. It will make her happy, too," said Mr. Carrisford with a smile. Sara was crossing the muddy street. Just then she found something shining in the mud. It was a four-penny piece! Then she saw a little girl with a dirty face and big, hungry eyes. "Are you hungry?" asked Sara
The Little Green Frog
In a part of the world whose name I forget lived once upon a time two kings, called Peridor and Diamantino. They were cousins as well as neighbours, and both were under the protection of the fairies; though it is only fair to say that the fairies did not love them half so well as their wives did.
Now it often happens that as princes can generally manage to get their own way it is harder for them to be good than it is for common people. So it was with Peridor and Diamantino; but of the two, the fairies declared that Diamantino was much the worst; indeed, he behaved so badly to his wife Aglantino, that the fairies would not allow him to live any longer; and he died, leaving behind him a little daughter. As she was an only child, of course this little girl was the heiress of the kingdom, but, being still only a baby, her mother, the widow of Diamantino, was proclaimed regent. The Queen-dowager was wise and good, and tried her best to make her people happy. The only thing she had to vex her was the absence of her daughter; for the fairies, for reasons of their own, determined to bring up the little Princess Serpentine among themselves.
As to the other King, he was really fond of his wife, Queen Constance, but he often grieved her by his thoughtless ways, and in order to punish him for his carelessness, the fairies caused her to die quite suddenly. When she was gone the King felt how much he had loved her, and his grief was so great (though he never neglected his duties) that his subjects called him Peridor the Sorrowful. It seems hardly possible that any man should live like Peridor for fifteen years plunged in such depth of grief, and most likely he would have died too if it had not been for the fairies.
The one comfort the poor King had was his son, Prince Saphir, who was only three years old at the time of his mother's death, and great care was given to his education. By the time he was fifteen Saphir had learnt everything that a prince should know, and he was, besides, charming and agreeable.
It was about this time that the fairies suddenly took fright lest his love for his father should interfere with the plans they had made for the young prince. So, to prevent this, they placed in a pretty little room of which Saphir was very fond a little mirror in a black frame, such as were often brought from Venice. The Prince did not notice for some days that there was anything new in the room, but at last he perceived it, and went up to look at it more closely. What was his surprise to see reflected in the mirror, not his own face, but that of a young girl as lovely as the morning! And, better still, every movement of the girl, just growing out of childhood, was also reflected in the wonderful glass.
As might have been expected, the young Prince lost his heart completely to the beautiful image, and it was impossible to get him out of the room, so busy was he in watching the lovely unknown. Certainly it was very delightful to be able to see her whom he loved at any moment he chose, but his spirits sometimes sank when he wondered what was to be the end of this adventure.
The magic mirror had been for about a year in the Prince's possession, when one day a new subject of disquiet seized upon him. As usual, he was engaged in looking at the girl, when suddenly he thought he saw a second mirror reflected in the first, exactly like his own, and with the same power. And in this he was perfectly right. The young girl had only possessed it for a short time, and neglected all her duties for the sake of the mirror. Now it was not difficult for Saphir to guess the reason of the change in her, nor why the new mirror was consulted so often; but try as he would he could never see the face of the person who was reflected in it, for the young girl's figure always came between. All he knew was that the face was that of a man, and this was quite enough to make him madly jealous. This was the doing of the fairies, and we must suppose that they had their reasons for acting as they did.
When these things happened Saphir was about eighteen years old, and fifteen years had passed away since the death of his mother. King Peridor had grown more and more unhappy as time went on, and at last he fell so ill that it seemed as if his days were numbered. He was so much beloved by his subjects that this sad news was heard with despair by the nation, and more than all by the Prince.
During his whole illness the King never spoke of anything but the Queen, his sorrow at having grieved her, and his hope of one day seeing her again. All the doctors and all the water-cures in the kingdom had been tried, and nothing would do him any good. At last he persuaded them to let him lie quietly in his room, where no one came to trouble him.
Perhaps the worst pain he had to bear was a sort of weight on his chest, which made it very hard for him to breathe. So he commanded his servants to leave the windows open in order that he might get more air. One day, when he had been left alone for a few minutes, a bird with brilliant plumage came and fluttered round the window, and finally rested on the sill. His feathers were sky-blue and gold, his feet and his beak of such glittering rubies that no one could bear to look at them, his eyes made the brightest diamonds look dull, and on his head he wore a crown. I cannot tell you what the crown was made of, but I am quite certain that it was still more splendid than all the rest. As to his voice I can say nothing about that, for the bird never sang at all. In fact, he did nothing but gaze steadily at the King, and as he gazed, the King felt his strength come back to him. In a little while the bird flew into the room, still with his eyes fixed on the King, and at every glance the strength of the sick man became greater, till he was once more as well as he used to be before the Queen died. Filled with joy at his cure, he tried to seize the bird to whom he owed it all, but, swifter than a swallow, it managed to avoid him. In vain he described the bird to his attendants, who rushed at his first call; in vain they sought the wonderful creature both on horse and foot, and summoned the fowlers to their aid: the bird could nowhere be found. The love the people bore King Peridor was so strong, and the reward he promised was so large, that in the twinkling of an eye every man, woman, and child had fled into the fields, and the towns were quite empty.
All this bustle, however, ended in nothing but confusion, and, what was worse, the King soon fell back into the same condition as he was in before. Prince Saphir, who loved his father very dearly, was so unhappy at this that he persuaded himself that he might succeed where the others had failed, and at once prepared himself for a more distant search. In spite of the opposition he met with, he rode away, followed by his household, trusting to chance to help him. He had formed no plan, and there was no reason that he should choose one path more than another. His only idea was to make straight for those spots which were the favourite haunts of birds. But in vain he examined all the hedges and all the thickets; in vain he questioned everyone he met along the road. The more he sought the less he found.
At last he came to one of the largest forests in all the world, composed entirely of cedars. But in spite of the deep shadows cast by the wide-spreading branches of the trees, the grass underneath was soft and green, and covered with the rarest flowers. It seemed to Saphir that this was exactly the place where the birds would choose to live, and he determined not to quit the wood until he had examined it from end to end. And he did more. He ordered some nets to be prepared and painted of the same colours as the bird's plumage, thinking that we are all easily caught by what is like ourselves. In this he had to help him not only the fowlers by profession, but also his attendants, who excelled in this art. For a man is not a courtier unless he can do everything.
After searching as usual for nearly a whole day Prince Saphir began to feel overcome with thirst. He was too tired to go any farther, when happily he discovered a little way off a bubbling fountain of the clearest water. Being an experienced traveller, he drew from his pocket a little cup (without which no one should ever take a journey)， and was just about to dip it in the water, when a lovely little green frog, much prettier than frogs generally are, jumped into the cup. Far from admiring its beauty, Saphir shook it impatiently off; but it was no good, for quick as lightning the frog jumped back again. Saphir, who was raging with thirst, was just about to shake it off anew, when the little creature fixed upon him the most beautiful eyes in the world, and said, 'I am a friend of the bird you are seeking, and when you have quenched your thirst listen to me.'
So the Prince drank his fill, and then, by the command of the Little Green Frog, he lay down on the grass to rest himself.
'Now,' she began, 'be sure you do exactly in every respect what I tell you. First you must call together your attendants, and order them to remain in a little hamlet close by until you want them. Then go, quite alone, down a road that you will find on your right hand, looking southwards. This road is planted all the way with cedars of Lebanon; and after going down it a long way you will come at last to a magnificent castle. And now,' she went on, 'attend carefully to what I am going to say. Take this tiny grain of sand, and put it into the ground as close as you can to the gate of the castle. It has the virtue both of opening the gate and also of sending to sleep all the inhabitants. Then go at once to the stable, and pay no heed to anything except what I tellyou. Choose the handsomest of all the horses, leap quickly on its back, and come to me as fast as you can. Farewell, Prince; I wish you good luck,' and with these words the Little Frog plunged into the water and disappeared.
The Prince, who felt more hopeful than he had done since he left home, did precisely as he had been ordered. He left his attendants in the hamlet, found the road the frog had described to him, and followed it all alone, and at last he arrived at the gate of the castle, which was even more splendid than he had expected, for it was built of crystal, and all its ornaments were of massive gold. However, he had no thoughts to spare for its beauty, and quickly buried his grain of sand in the earth. In one instant the gates flew open, and all the dwellers inside fell sound asleep. Saphir flew straight to the stable, and already had his hand on the finest horse it contained, when his eye was caught by a suit of magnificent harness hanging up close by. It occurred to him directly that the harness belonged to the horse, and without ever thinking of harm (for indeed he who steals a horse can hardly be blamed for taking his saddle)， he hastily placed it on the animal's back. Suddenly the people in the castle became broad awake, and rushed to the stable. They flung themselves on the Prince, seized him, and dragged him before their lord; but, luckily for the Prince, who could only find very lame excuses for his conduct, the lord of the castle took a fancy to his face, and let him depart without further questions.
Very sad, and very much ashamed of himself poor Saphir crept back to the fountain, where the Frog was awaiting him with a good scolding.
'Whom do you take me for?' she exclaimed angrily. 'Do you really believe that it was just for the pleasure of talking that I gave you the advice you have neglected so abominably?'
But the Prince was so deeply grieved, and apologised so very humbly, that after some time the heart of the good little Frog was softened, and she gave him another tiny little grain, but instead of being sand it was now a grain of gold. She directed him to do just as he had done before, with only this difference, that instead of going to the stable which had been the ruin of his hopes, he was to enter right into the castle itself, and to glide as fast as he could down the passages till he came to a room filled with perfume, where he would find a beautiful maiden asleep on a bed. He was to wake the maiden instantly and carry her off, and to be sure not to pay any heed to whatever resistance she might make.
The Prince obeyed the Frog's orders one by one, and all went well for this second time also. The gate opened, the inhabitants fell sound asleep, and he walked down the passage till he found the girl on her bed, exactly as he had been told he would. He woke her, and begged her firmly, but politely, to follow him quickly. After a little persuasion the maiden consented, but only on condition that she was allowed first to put on her dress. This sounded so reasonable and natural that it did not enter the Prince's head to refuse her request.
But the maiden's hand had hardly touched the dress when the palace suddenly awoke from its sleep, and the Prince was seized and bound. He was so vexed with his own folly, and so taken aback at the disaster, that he did not attempt to explain his conduct, and things would have gone badly with him if his friends the fairies had not softened the hearts of his captors, so that they once more allowed him to leave quietly. However, what troubled him most was the idea of having to meet the Frog who had been his benefactress. How was he ever to appear before her with this tale? Still, after a long struggle with himself, he made up his mind that there was nothing else to be done, and that he deserved whatever she might say to him. And she said a great deal, for she had worked herself into a terrible passion; but the Prince humbly implored her pardon, and ventured to point out that it would have been very hard to refuse the young lady's reasonable request. 'You must learn to do as you are told,' was all the Frog would reply.
But poor Saphir was so unhappy, and begged so hard for forgiveness, that at last the Frog's anger gave way, and she held up to him a tiny diamond stone. 'Go back,' she said, 'to the castle, and bury this little diamond close to the door. But be careful not to return to the stable or to the bedroom; they have proved too fatal to you. Walk straight to the garden and enter through a portico, into a small green wood, in the midst of which is a tree with a trunk of gold and leaves of emeralds. Perched on this tree you will see the beautiful bird you have been seeking so long. You must cut the branch on which it is sitting, and bring it back to me without delay. But I warn you solemnly that if you disobey my directions, as you have done twice before, you have nothing more to ex
pect either of me or anyone else.'
With these words she jumped into the water, and the Prince, who had taken her threats much to heart, took his departure, firmly resolved not to deserve them. He found it all just as he had been told: the portico, the wood, the magnificent tree, and the beautiful bird, which was sleeping soundly on one of the branches. He speedily lopped off the branch, and though he noticed a splendid golden cage hanging close by, which would have been very useful for the bird to travel in, he left it alone, and came back to the fountain, holding his breath and walking on tip-toe all the way, for fear lest he should awake his prize. But what was his surprise, when instead of finding the fountain in the spot where he had left it, he saw in its place a little rustic palace built in the best taste, and standing in the doorway a charming maiden, at whose sight his mind seemed to give way.
'What! Madam!' he cried, hardly knowing what he said. 'What! Is it you?'
The maiden blushed and answered: 'Ah, my lord, it is long since I first beheld your face, but I did not think you had ever seen mine.'
'Oh, madam,' replied he, 'you can never guess the days and the hours I have passed lost in admiration of you.' And after these words they each related all the strange things that had happened, and the more they talked the more they felt convinced of the truth of the images they had seen in their mirrors. After some time spent in the most tender conversation, the Prince could not restrain himself from asking the lovely unknown by what lucky chance she was wandering in the forest; where the fountain had gone; and if she knew anything of the Frog to whom he owed all his happiness, and to whom he must give up the bird, which, somehow or other, was still sound asleep.
'Ah, my lord,' she replied, with rather an awkward air, 'as to the Frog, she stands before you. Let me tell you my story; it is not a long one. I know neither my country nor my parents, and the only thing I can say for certain is that I am called Serpentine. The fairies, who have taken care of me ever since I was born, wished me to be in ignorance as to my family, but they have looked after my education, and have bestowed on me endless kindness. I have always lived in seclusion, and for the last two years I have wished for nothing better. I had a mirror'--here shyness and embarrassment choked her words--but regaining her self-control, she added, 'You know that fairies insist on being obeyed without questioning. It was they who changed the little house you saw before you into the fountain for which you are now asking, and, having turned me into a frog, they ordered me to say to the first person who came to the fountain exactly what I repeated to you. But, my lord, when you stood before me, it was agony to my heart, filled as it was with thoughts of you, to appear to your eyes under so monstrous a form. However, there was no help for
it, and, painful as it was, I had to submit. I desired your success with all my soul, not only for your own sake, but also for my own, because I could not get back my proper shape till you had become master of the beautiful bird, though I am quite ignorant as to your reason for seeking it.'
On this Saphir explained about the state of his father's health, and all that has been told before.
On hearing this story Serpentine grew very sad, and her lovely eyes filled with tears.
'Ah, my lord,' she said, 'you know nothing of me but what you have seen in the mirror; and I, who cannot even name my parents, learn that you are a king's son.'
In vain Saphir declared that love made them equal; Serpentine would only reply: 'I love you too much to allow you to marry beneath your rank. I shall be very unhappy, of course, but I shall never alter my mind. If I do not find from the fairies that my birth is worthy of you, then, whatever be my feelings, I will never accept your hand.'
The conversation was at this point, and bid fair to last some time longer, when one of the fairies appeared in her ivory car, accompanied by a beautiful woman past her early youth. At this moment the bird suddenly awakened, and, flying on to Saphir's shoulder (which it never afterwards left)， began fondling him as well as a bird can do. The fairy told Serpentine that she was quite satisfied with her conduct, and made herself very agreeable to Saphir, whom she presented to the lady she had brought with her, explaining that the lady was no other than his Aunt Aglantine, widow of Diamantino.
Then they all fell into each other's arms, till the fairy mounted her chariot, placed Aglantine by her side, and Saphir and Serpentine on the front seat. She also sent a message to the Prince's attendants that they might travel slowly back to the Court of King Peridor, and that the beautiful bird had really been found. This matter being comfortably arranged, she started off her chariot. But in spite of the swiftness with which they flew through the air, the time passed even quicker for Saphir and Serpentine, who had so much to think about.
They were still quite confused with the pleasure of seeing each other, when the chariot arrived at King Peridor's palace. He had had himself carried to a room on the roof, where his nurses thought that he would die at any moment. Directly the chariot drew within sight of the castle the beautiful bird took flight, and, making straight for the dying King, at once cured him of his sickness. Then she resumed her natural shape, and he found that the bird was no other than the Queen Constance, whom he had long believed to be dead. Peridor was rejoiced to embrace his wife and his son once more, and with the help of the fairies began to make preparations for the marriage of Saphir and Serpentine, who turned out to be the daughter of Aglantine and Diamantino, and as much a princess as he was a prince. The people of the kingdom were delighted, and everybody lived happy and contented to the end of their lives.
Newunderstanding to classic stories
铁杵磨成针tellsus:Moving as the strenuous deeds, it isactually ridicules. Instead of buying a needle, he insisted to rub an ironstick exhausted for years. It is useless to work hard once the direction andmethod was wrong.
三顾茅庐tellsus:The opportunity is get by waiting. If Mr.Kong applied his position spontaneously, the result might be the other one.After all, it practices only in the old age. Though ten times the wisdom than KingMing, we modern people may lose enormous opportunities. Who knows if theattention to the talents is more or less?
龟兔赛跑 tellsus:Never pete its shortes with other’smerits, nor take the shortes as advantages for a short-time fortune. If youwere a turtle, pete diving or lifespan with rabbit because these are youradvantages.
井底的之蛙 tellsus:Man is what his surrounding and vise verse.The surrounding is fit for the man. Never condemn frog’s narrow and
foolish,for it never survive in the East Sea, it just a troublemade by itself.
武松打虎 tellsus:Hero is sometimes be made. A mon though 武松’s tremendous courage, for nobody without fear totiger. Thanks to his stubborn and the fifteen 小酒， 武松 had the honor to kill the tiger. He also never knewthat he might e across a tiger. His mind became clear the moment he saw thetiger; it showed he is not planned to be a be or not to be; was he kill the tiger and because a hero. Just like manyincidents in life, every hero appears out of some conditions.
螳臂当车 tellsus:To change the situation, it prefers to dosome useless efforts though it may die in pieces. Or maybe, when number of thesame doers increased, the 车 may sow down or stop surprised.
翻译：老故事咂出新滋味
铁杵磨成针的故事告诉我们：白费力气的事尽管感人但却是可笑的。明明买根针就能做活，非要用根大铁棒磨它个三年两载。方向和方法错了，功夫下的再深也不行。
三顾茅庐的故事告诉我们：机遇是等来的。如果孔明先生主动上门求职，就不见得有这样的效果。但是，这话只适合古代，现代人即使比孔明的本事大十倍，坐在家里干等也不见得有机遇出现。天明白重视人才的观念是进步了还是退步了。
龟兔赛跑的故事告诉我们：永远不要以己之短比别人之长，更不要因一时的侥幸成功把短当成长。如果是乌龟，能够跟兔子比潜水，也能够跟兔子比长寿，这才是乌龟的强项。
井底的之蛙故事告诉我们：什么样的环境早就什么样的人生，反过来也同样，什么样的人生适合什么样的环境。别指责青蛙的短浅愚昧，因为蛙绝不可能从井底迁到东海生存。如果蛙受了教育启发，从此志在东海，那只有徒增烦恼了。
武松打虎的故事告诉我们：英雄有时是被逼出来的。武松胆儿再大也是正常人，没有人不拍老虎的道理。要不是犟脾气加上十五碗小酒，决不回去做打虎的壮举。其实他也没想到会遇上老虎，真的遇上反而酒都被吓醒了，说明他并不是真的想当英雄。不是他死就是虎亡，他把自我逼成了英雄。现实的很多典型与此很类似，每一个英雄的出现都是有前提的。
螳臂当车的故事告诉我们：即便粉身碎骨，也要为改变现状做一些看似无效的努力。也许，当轮前的螳臂多了，车会慢下来或者停下来。
Standing on the roof of a small goat and the Wolf Kid standing on the roof and saw the Wolf walked through the bottom and then abuse him,and laughed at him. The Wolf said,"oh,buddy,scold me is not you,but your terrain.
This story to illustrate,dili and cat often give a person the courage to fight against the strong.
Fred was going to school. When he passed a park, he saw a man sawing a big branchfrom a tree. The man was on a ladder and the ladder was against the big branch he was sawing. Hi, it is dangerous. Fred shouted. theAbftrearnycohu, “ 〞 “ycouut off will fall, too. But the mant dbiedlnieve him, and said angrily, Go away, 〞 '“ yo thing. It s none of your business. '〞
Fred could do nothing, so he left. He didnt go far before he heard something crashed. ' He rushed back and found the man lying on the ground. Fred asked some men for help. They carried the man to the hospital.
一个愚蠢的人弗雷德走在上学的路上。路过一个公园时，他看见一个人在锯一棵大树的树枝。“嗨，你这么做很危险的`。 〞费雷得喊道： “你锯了那树枝后，你会摔下来的。 〞 而那个人不相信他，愤怒地说： “快走开，小东西，没有你的事。 〞
费雷德没趣地离开了。他没有走多远就听见一声响，他急忙跑回去，发现那人躺在地上。