寓言故事作为小学语文教学中很重要的一个部分,对于小学语文的学习有着非常重要的影响作用,下面这些是小编为大家推荐的几篇简单英语寓言小故事。
How oft the commonest of tasks looks long and tiresome till begun. To use your wits, is all it asks, start doing, and it's done.
They brought John Brown a box, fresh from the workman's hands. Twas work that took the eye, so neatly, cleanly done. This charming little box delighted everyone.
Then in comes a mechanic. Oh yes, these things he understands. He glances at the box. 'This box has got some trick. You see it has no lock. And yet I warrant you, I'll have it open quick. You boobies over there, don't mock! Just wait! I'll find the catch, then show the trick to you. In matters of this kind I know a thing or two.'
He sets to work, leaves nothing untried. He turns it round on every side; he guesses and he guesses. One knob and then the next, and then the handle presses. John looks at him and all the while Just shakes his head and James and Ned whisper among themselves and smile. From time to time some onlooker will say: 'Not that way! No, not there!'
But harder still and harder he puzzles, he perspires, till damped is all his ardour. He gives it up and puts it on the shelf. And why not raise the lid? He never tried that way! This was a box that opened of itself.
When prince Smolensky's art had found a way to curb the foe's presumptuous heart. The modern Vandals snared to ruin and left them Moscow town to their undoing.
Then all, the great and small, each blessed soul alive, Packed up without an hour's delay and from the walls of Moscow streamed away like swarm of bees that leaves the hive.
A crow upon a roof that slowly cleaned her beak surveyed the tumult, perched apart.
'Why, friend, it's surely time to start?' called out a hen upon a cart, 'Stands at the gate, even while I speak, our ruthless foe.'
'And where's the harm in that for me?' The augur bird replies: 'I'll hold my own, you'll see; You chicken-hearts, that want to, go! But folk will neither roast nor stew a crow. We'll get on well enough, our guests and I, who knows but I may find some dainty snacks of food, a bit of cheese, a bone or something good? Good luck, dear Henny, on the road! Good-bye!'
So Crow, she stayed behind. What else? Why, stead of snacks her board to embellish, When, in Smolensky's clutch, the French took in their belts, they cooked the crow as well, to give their soup a relish.
As blind, as foolish often do human reckonings show. You're close on Fortune's heels; you think you'll catch the jade, And when the last accounts are made, you're in the soup, just like our crow.
God somehow sent the crow a little bit of cheese. The crow had perched upon a fir. She seemed to have steeled down to enjoy her provender, But mused with mouth half-closed, the dainty bit still in it.
Unhappily the fox came running past that minute. A whiff of scent soon brings him to a pause, And the fox sights the cheese and licks his jaws.
The rascal steals on tip-toe to the tree. He curls his tail, and, gazing earnestly. He speaks so soft, scarce whispering each word:
"How beautiful you are, sweet bird! What a neck, and oh! what eyes, Like a dream of Paradise! Then, what feathers! What a beak! And, sure, an angel's voice if only you would speak! Sing, darling; don't be shy! Oh, sister, truth to tell, if you, with charms like these, can sing as well, Of birds you'd be the queen adorable! the silly creature's head turns giddy with his praise. Her breath, for very rapture, swells her throat; the fox's soft persuasion she obeys. And high as crow can pitch she caws one piercing note."
Down falls the cheese! Both cheese and fox have gone their ways.
How often have they told us, please, and always to no use-that flattery's mean and base. The flatterer in our hearts will always find a place.
