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关于安徒生童话英语故事：the Old Grave-Stone老墓碑
IN a house， with a large courtyard， in aprovincial town， at that time of the year in whichpeople say the evenings are growing longer， afamily circle were gathered together at their oldhome. A lamp burned on the table， although theweather was mild and warm， and the long curtainshung down before the open windows， and withoutthe moon shone brightly in the dark-blue sky.
But they were not talking of the moon， but of a large， old stone that lay below in thecourtyard not very far from the kitchen door. The maids often laid the clean copper saucepansand kitchen vessels on this stone， that they might dry in the sun， and the children werefond of playing on it. It was， in fact， an old grave-stone.
“Yes，” said the master of the house， “I believe the stone came from the graveyard of theold church of the convent which was pulled down， and the pulpit， the monuments， and thegrave-stones sold. My father bought the latter; most of them were cut in two and used forpaving-stones， but that one stone was preserved whole， and laid in the courtyard.”
“Any one can see that it is a grave-stone，” said the eldest of the children; “therepresentation of an hour-glass and part of the figure of an angel can still be traced， but theinscription beneath is quite worn out， excepting the name 'Preben，' and a large 'S' close byit， and a little farther down the name of 'Martha' can be easily read. But nothing more， andeven that cannot be seen unless it has been raining， or when we have washed the stone.”
“Dear me! how singular. Why that must be the grave-stone of Preben Schwane and hiswife.”
the old man who said this looked old enough to be the grandfather of all present in theroom.
“Yes，” he continued， “these people were among the last who were buried in thechurchyard of the old convent. They were a very worthy old couple， I can remember them wellin the days of my boyhood. Every one knew them， and they were esteemed by all. They werethe oldest residents in the town， and people said they possessed a ton of gold， yet theywere always very plainly dressed， in the coarsest stuff， but with linen of the purestwhiteness. Preben and Martha were a fine old couple， and when they bothsat on the bench，at the top of the steep stone steps， in front of their house， with the branches of the linden-tree waving above them， and nodded in a gentle， friendly way to passers by， it really madeone feel quite happy. They were very good to the poor; they fed them and clothed them， andin their benevolence there was judgment as well as true Christianity. The old woman diedfirst; that day is still quite vividly before my eyes. I was a little boy， and had accompanied myfather to the old man's house. Martha had fallen into the sleep of death just as we arrivedthere. The corpse lay in a bedroom， near to the one in which we sat， and the old man was inGREat distress and weeping like a child. He spoke to my father， and to a few neighbors whowere there， of how lonely he should feel now she was gone， and how good and true she， hisdead wife， had been ring the number of years that they had passed through life together，and how they had become acquainted， and learnt to love each other. I was， as I have said，a boy， and only stood by and listened to what the others said; but it filled me with a strangeemotion to listen to the old man， and to watch how the color rose in his cheeks as he spokeof the days of their courtship， of how beautiful she was， and how many little tricks he hadbeen guilty of， that he might meet her. And then he talked of his wedding-day; and his eyesbrightened， and he seemed to be carried back， by his words， to that joyful time. And yetthere she was， lying in the next room， dead—an old woman， and he was an old man，speaking of the days of hope， long passed away. Ah， well， so it is; then I was but a child，and now I am old， as old as Preben Schwane then was. Time passes away， and all thingschanged. I can remember quite well the day on which she was buried， and how Old Prebenwalked close behind the coffin.
“A few years before this time the old couple had had their grave-stone prepared， with aninscription and their names， but not the date. In the evening the stone was taken to thechurchyard， and laid on the grave. A year later it was taken up， that Old Preben might be laidby the side of his wife. They did not leave behind them wealth， they left behind them far lessthan people had believed they possessed; what there was went to families distantly related tothem， of whom， till then， no one had ever heard. The old house， with its balcony ofwickerwork， and the bench at the top of the high steps， under the lime-tree， wasconsidered， by the road-inspectors， too old and rotten to be left standing. Afterwards，when the same fate befell the convent church， and the graveyard was destroyed， the grave-stone of Preben and Martha， like everything else， was sold to whoever would buy it. And so ithappened that this stone was not cut in two as many others had been， but now lies in thecourtyard below， a scouring block for the maids， and a playground for the children. Thepaved street now passes over the resting place of Old Preben and his wife; no one thinks ofthem any more now.”
And the old man who had spoken of all this shook his head mournfully， and said， “Forgotten! Ah， yes， everything will be forgotten!” And then the conversation turned onother matters.
But the youngest child in the room， a boy， with large， earnest eyes， mounted upon achair behind the window curtains， and looked out into the yard， where the moon was pouringa flood of light on the old gravestone，—the stone that had always appeared to him so ll andflat， but which lay there now like a GREat leaf out of a book of history. All that the boy hadheard of Old Preben and his wife seemed clearly defined on the stone， and as he gazed on it，and glanced at the clear， bright moon shining in the pure air， it was as if the light of God'scountenance beamed over His beautiful world.
“Forgotten! Everything will be forgotten!” still echoed through the room， and in thesame moment an invisible spirit whispered to the heart of the boy， “Preserve carefully theseed that has been entrusted to thee， that it may grow and thrive. Guard it well. Throughthee， my child， shall the obliterated inscription on the old， weather-beaten grave-stone goforth to future generations in clear， golden characters. The old pair shall again wanderthrough the streets arm-in-arm， or sit with their fresh， healthy cheeks on the bench underthe lime-tree， and smile and nod at rich and poor. The seed of this hour shall ripen in thecourse of years into a beautiful poem. The beautiful and the good are never forgotten， theylive always in story or in song.”
在一个小乡镇里，有一个人自己拥有一幢房子。有一天晚上，他全家的人围坐在一起。这正是人们所常说的“夜长”的季节。这种时刻既温暖，又舒适。灯亮了;长长的窗帘拉下来了。窗子上摆着许多花盆;外面是一片美丽的月光。不过他们并不是在谈论这件事。他们是在谈论着一块古老的大石头。这块石头躺在院子里、紧靠着厨房门旁边。
女佣人常常把擦过了的铜制的用具放在上面晒;孩子们也喜欢在上面玩耍。事实上它是一个古老的墓碑。“是的，”房子的主人说，“我相信它是从那个拆除了的老修道院搬来的。人们把里面的宣讲台、纪念牌和墓碑全都卖了!我去世了的父亲买了好几块墓石，每块都打断了，当做铺道石用，不过这块墓石留下来了，一直躺在院子那儿没有动。”“人们一眼就可以看出，这是一块墓石，”最大的一个孩子说，“我们仍然可以看出它上面刻得有一个滴漏1和一个安琪儿的片断。不过它上面的字差不多全都模糊了，只剩下卜列本这个名字和后边的一个大字母S，以及离此更远一点的”玛尔塔“!此外甚么东西也看不见了。只有在下了雨，或者当我们把它洗净了以后，我们才能看得清楚。”
这是古代一种最原始的钟。它是由上下两个玻璃球作成的，由一个小颈联在一起。上面的球装满沙子或水银，通过这小颈流到下面的一个球里去。这个过程所花的时间，一般是一小时。时刻就以这流尽的过程为单位计算。古代教堂里常用这种钟。“天哪，这就是卜列本·斯万尼和他妻子的墓石!”一个老人插进来说。他是那么老，简直可以作为这所房子里所有人的祖父。“是的，他们是最后埋在这个老修道院墓地里的一对夫妇。他们从我小时起就是一对老好人。大家都认识他们，大家都喜欢他们。他们是这小城里的一对元老。大家都说他们所有的金子一个桶也装不完。但是他们穿的衣服却非常朴素，总是粗料子做的;不过他们的桌布、被单等总是雪白的。他们——卜列本和玛尔塔——是一对可爱的夫妇!当他们坐在屋子面前那个很高的石台阶上的一条凳子上时，老菩提树就把枝子罩在他们头上;他们和善地、温柔地对你点着头——这使你感到愉快。他们对穷人非常好，给他们饭吃，给他们衣服穿。他们的慈善行为充分地表示出他们的善意和基督精神。”太太先去世!那一天我记得清清楚楚。我那时是一个很小的孩子，跟着爸爸一起到老卜列本家里去，那时她刚刚合上眼睛，这老头儿非常难过，哭得像一个小孩子。她的屍体还放在睡房里，离我们现在坐的这地方不远。他那时对我的爸爸和几个邻人说，他此后将会多么孤独，她曾经多么好，他们曾经怎样在一起生活了多少年，他们是怎样先认识的，然后又怎样相爱起来。我已经说过，我那时很小，只能站在旁边听。我听到这老人讲话，我也注意到，当他一讲起他们的订婚经过、她是怎样的美丽、他怎样找出许多天真的托词去会见她的时候，他就活泼起来，他的双颊就渐渐红润起来;这时我就感到非常惊奇。於是他就谈起他结婚的那个日子;他的眼睛这时也发出闪光来。他似乎又回到那个快乐的年代里去了。但是她——一个老女人——却躺在隔壁房间里，死去了。他自己也是一个老头儿，谈论着过去那些充满了希望的日子!是的，是的，世事就是这样!“那时候我还不过是一个小孩子，不过现在我也老了，老了——像卜列本·斯万尼一样。时间过去了，一切事情都改变了!我记得她入葬那天的情景：卜列本·斯万尼紧跟在棺材后边。好几年以前，这对夫妇就准备好了他们的墓碑，在那上面刻好了他们的名字和碑文——只是没有填上死的年月。在一天晚间，这墓碑被抬到教堂的墓地里去，放在坟上。一年以后，它又被揭开了，老卜列本又在他妻子的身边躺下去了。”他们不像人们所想像的和所讲的那样，身后并没有留下许多钱财。剩下的一点东西都送给了远房亲戚——直到那时人们才知道有这些亲戚。那座木房子——和它的台阶顶上菩提树下的一条凳子——已经被市政府拆除了，因为它太腐朽，不能再让它存留下去，后来那个修道院也遭受到同样的命运：那个墓地也铲平了，卜列本和玛尔塔的墓碑，像别的墓碑一样，也卖给任何愿意买它的人了。现在事又凑巧，这块墓石居然没有被打碎，给人用掉;它却仍然躺在这院子里，作为女佣人放厨房用具和孩子们玩耍的地方。在卜列本和他的妻子安息的地上现在铺出了一条街道。谁也不再记起他们了。“
讲这故事的老人悲哀地摇摇头。“被遗忘了!一切东西都会被遗忘了!”他说。
於是他们在这房间里谈起别的事情来。不过那个最小的孩子——那个有一双严肃的大眼睛的孩子——爬到窗帘后边的一个椅子上去，朝院子里眺望。月光明朗地正照在这块大墓石上——对他说来。这一直是一块空洞和单调的石头。不过它现在躺在那儿像一整部历史中的一页。这孩子所听到的关於老卜列本和他的妻子的故事似乎就写在它上面。他望了望它，然后又望了望那个洁白的月亮，那个明朗高阔的天空。这很像造物主的面孔，向这整个的世界微笑。“被遗忘了!一切东西都会被遗忘了!”这是房间里的人所说的一句话。这时候，有一个看不见的安琪儿飞进来，吻了这孩子的前额，同时低声地对他说：“好好地保管着这颗藏在你身体内的种子吧，一直到它成熟的时候!通过你，我的孩子，那块老墓石上模糊的碑文，它的每个字，将会射出金光，传到后代!那对老年夫妇将会手挽着手，又在古老的街上走过，微笑着，现出他们新鲜和健康的面孔，在菩提树下，在那个高台阶上的凳子上坐着，对过往的人点头——不论是贫或是富。从这时开始，这颗种子，到了适当的时候，将会成熟，开出花来，成为一首诗。美的和善的东西是永远不会给遗忘的;它在 传说 和歌谣中将会获得永恒的生命。”
㈡ 小学英语经典阅读《拇指姑娘》
拇指姑娘是经典的安徒生童话里的一篇文章，特别适合小朋友阅读。文章如下，更多消息请关注应届毕业生网!
thumbelina
once upon a time, there lived a woman who had no children. the woman went to a sorcerer and begged, "i want to raise a pretty baby." the sorcerer then gave her a flower seed. as soon as the seed was planted, a tulip blossomed forth. from the floral leaf, a lovely baby girl who was as short as a thumb was born.
"mother, how are you?" the baby girl who came out from the flower said hello to her mother with a beautiful voice. the woman was very happy and wanted to give her a pretty name. "a baby who is as short as a thumb...i will name her as thumbelina."
thumbelina led a happy life sailing her ship across a pond filled with flowers. but one night, there appeared a horrible-looking toad when thumbelina was asleep. "she is really a pretty girl. i am going to make her my bride." the toad carried the sleeping girl on his warty back and went to his pond. thumbelina woke up in the morning, and was so surprised that she could do nothing but weep silently.
she thought that she would rather die than become the wife of a toad. the fish who saw this unhappy event were sympathetic towards the poor girl, and said, "thumbelina is pitiful. let's help her." the fish cut the leaf of a lotus flower on which thumbelina was riding, so that she could run away from the toad. she was roaming around the riverside riding on the leaf of a lotus flower. at that time, a beetle came flying about and spied the top of the head of thumbelina.
"uh! she is a very pretty girl. okay, i am going to make her my friend." the beetle grabbed thumbelina and flew into the forest. "how about that? she is my friend. isn't she very pretty?" the beetle bragged about her to his other beetle friends, but they all thought that she was an odd creature. "what? she only has two legs but has no wings like we do. it is really strange."
with his friends making fun of him, the beetle began to dislike thumbelina. he went away with his friends, leaving the girl alone in the branches. she spent many lonely days eating tree fruits and flowers. "dear god, please send me to my mother." thumbelina wandered around the forest shiveringfrom cold and hunger.
after some time, it began to snow. thumbelina was looking for a place to take shelter when she finally saw a twinkling light. "i am thumbelina. please allow me to take a rest in your house." a field mouse woman greeted the girl warmly saying, "oh my dear, please come in."
the field mouse woman loved thumbelina as if she were her own daughter. one day, a rich mole from a neighboring burrow came to the house for a holiday. he said, "she is a really pretty girl. it would be good if she became the wife of my son." the field mouse woman was very happy about what the rich mole said. but thumbelina did not like that haughty fellow. yet she was unable to reject what the field mouse woman wanted.
thumbelina was taking a walk sadly in an underground passage, which was actually the house of the mole. at that time, she found a swallow that had fallen on the ground. "ah, poor. please gain your strength." thumbelina nursed the swallow earnestly. finally, spring came, and the swallow gained strength and was about to leave the underground swallow passage. he said, "dear thumbelina, come with me to the flower country where there is nothing but sun and flowers."
she agreed and rode on the back of the swallow to the flower land, where the prince of the country greeted her saying, "welcome, thumbelina! i was waiting for you." there began a great party to welcome the happy girl. the prince said, "dear thumbelina, would you please marry me and become the queen of the flower country?"
she said, "yes, i will!" the prince then gave his royal crown and wings to thumbelina. to her bird companion she said, "dear swallow, please deliver this news to my mother." thereafter, the prince and thumbelina led a very happy life in the flower country.
单词注释：
sorcerer n. 魔术师;男巫士
例句：he sat in the sorcerer's chair.
他坐在魔术师的椅子上。
tulip n. 郁金香
pretty adj. 漂亮的;可爱的;优美的
例句：this simple example is a pretty good description of how evolution works.
这个简单的例子是进化发生的一个非常好的描述。
pitiful adj. 可怜的'，令人同情的
例句：no one could look at such a pitiful sight with dry eyes.
几位女士看到如此的惨状而哭泣。
shivering v. 颤抖(shiver的ing形式)
haughty adj. 傲慢的;自大的
例句：that fellow was so haughty that i was obliged to set him down.
那家伙是如此傲慢无礼，我不得不训斥他一顿。
swallow n. 燕子
㈢ 英语安徒生童话故事带翻译：丑小鸭The Ugly Duckling
乡下真是非常美丽。这正是夏天!小麦是金黄的，燕麦是绿油油的。干草在绿色的牧场上堆成垛，鹳鸟用它又长又红的腿子在散着步，噜嗦地讲着埃及话①。这是它从妈妈那儿学到的一种语言。田野和牧场的周围有些大森林，森林里有些很深的池塘。的确，乡间是非常美丽的，太阳光正照着一幢老式的房子，它周围流着几条很深的小溪。从墙角那儿一直到水里，全盖满了牛蒡的大叶子。的叶子长得非常高，小孩子简直可以直着腰站在下面。像在最浓好碧握密的森林里一样，这儿也是很荒凉的。这儿有一只母鸭坐在窠里，她得把她的几个小鸭都孵出来。不过这时她已经累坏了。很少有客人来看她。别的鸭子都愿意在溪流里游来游去，而不愿意跑到牛蒡下面来和她聊天。
最后，那些鸭蛋一个接着一个地崩开了。“噼!噼!”蛋壳响起来。所有的蛋黄现在都变成了小动物。他们把小头都伸出来。
“嘎!嘎!”母鸭说。他们也就跟着嘎嘎地大声叫起来。他们在绿叶子下面向四周看。妈妈让他们尽量地东张西望，因为绿色对他们的眼睛是有好处的。
“这个世界真够大!”这些年轻的小家伙说。的确，比起他们在蛋壳里的时候，他们现在的天地真是大不相同了。
“你们以为这就是整个世界!”妈妈说。“这地方伸展到花园的另一边，一直伸展到牧师的田里去，才远呢!连我自己都没有去过!我想你们都在这儿吧?”她站起来。“没有，我还没有把你们都生出来呢!这只顶大的蛋还躺着没有动静。它还得躺多久呢?我真是有些烦了。”于是她又坐下来。
“唔，情形怎样?”一只来拜访她的老鸭子问。
“这个蛋费的时间真久!”坐着的母鸭说。“它老是不裂开。请你看看别的吧。他们真是一些最逗人爱的小鸭儿!都像他们的爸爸——这个坏东西从来没有来看过我一次!”
“让我瞧瞧这个老是不裂开的蛋吧，”这位年老的客人说，“请相信我，这是一只吐绶鸡的蛋。有一次我也同样受过骗，你知道，那些小家伙不知道给了我多少麻烦和苦恼，因为他们都不敢下水。我简直没有办法叫他们在水里试一试。我说好说歹，一点用也没有!——让我来瞧瞧这只蛋吧。哎呀!这是一只吐绶鸡的蛋!让他躺着吧，你尽管叫别的孩子去游泳好了。”
“我还是在它上面多坐一会儿吧，”鸭妈妈说，“我已经坐了这么久，就是再坐它一个星期也没有关系。”
“那么就请便吧，”老鸭子说。于是她就告辞了。
友庆最后这只大蛋裂开了。“噼!噼!”新生的这个小家伙叫着向外面爬。他是又大又丑。鸭妈妈把他瞧了一眼。“这个小鸭子大得怕人，”她说，“别的没有一个像他;但是他一点也不像小吐绶鸡!好吧，我们马上就来试试看吧。他得到水里去，我踢也要把他踢下水去。”
第二天的天气是又晴和，又美丽。太阳照在绿牛蒡上。鸭妈妈带着她所有的孩子走到溪边来。扑通!她跳进水里去了。“呱!呱!”她叫着，于是小鸭子就一个接着一个跳下去。水淹到他们头上，但是他们马上又冒出来了，游得非常漂亮。他们的小腿很灵活地划着。他们全都在水里，连那个丑陋的灰色小家伙也跟他们在一起游。
“唔，他不是一个吐绶鸡，”她说，“你看他的腿划得多灵活，他浮得多么稳!他是我亲生的孩子!如果你把他仔细看一看，他还算长得蛮漂亮呢。嘎!嘎!跟我一块儿来吧，我把你们带到广大的世界上去，把那个养鸡场介绍给你们看看。不过，你们得紧贴着我，免得别人踩着你们。你们还得当心猫儿呢!”
这样，他们就到养鸡场里来了。场里响起了一阵可怕的喧闹声，因为有两个家族正在争夺一个鳝鱼头，而结果猫儿却把它抢走了。
“你们瞧，世界就是这个样子!”鸭妈妈说。她的嘴流了一点涎水，因为她也想吃那个慧缓鳝鱼头。“现在使用你们的腿吧!”她说。“你们拿出精神来。你们如果看到那儿的一个老母鸭，你们就得把头低下来，因为她是这儿最有声望的人物。她有西班牙的血统——因为她长得非常胖。你们看，她的腿上有一块红布条。这是一件非常出色的东西，也是一个鸭子可能得到的光荣：它的意义很大，说明人们不愿意失去她，动物和人统统都得认识她。打起精神来吧——不要把腿子缩进去。一个有很好教养的鸭子总是把腿摆开的，像爸爸和妈妈一样。好吧，低下头来，说：‘嘎’呀!”
他们这样做了。别的鸭子站在旁边看着，同时用相当大的声音说：
“瞧!现在又来了一批找东西吃的客人，好像我们的人数还不够多似的!呸!瞧那只小鸭的一副丑相!我们真看不惯!”
于是马上有一只鸭子飞过去，在他的脖颈上啄了一下。
“请你们不要管他吧，”妈妈说，“他并不伤害谁呀!”
“对，不过他长得太大、太特别了，”啄过他的那只鸭子说，“因此他必须挨打!”
“那个母鸭的孩子都很漂亮，”腿上有一条红布的那个母鸭说，“他们都很漂亮，只有一只是例外。这真是可惜。我希望能把他再孵一次。”
“那可不能，太太，”鸭妈妈回答说，“他不好看，但是他的脾气非常好。他游起水来也不比别人差——我还可以说，游得比别人好呢。我想他会慢慢长得漂亮的，或者到适当的时候，他也可能缩小一点。他在蛋里躺得太久了，因此他的模样有点不太自然。”她说着，同时在他的脖颈上啄了一下，把他的羽毛理了一理。“此外，他还是一只公鸭呢，”她说，“所以关系也不太大。我想他的身体很结实，将来总会自己找到出路的。”
“别的小鸭倒很可爱，”老母鸭说，“你在这儿不要客气。如果你找到鳝鱼头，请把它送给我好了。”
他们现在在这儿，就像在自己家里一样。
不过从蛋壳里爬出的那只小鸭太丑了，到处挨打，被排挤，被讥笑，不仅在鸭群中是这样，连在鸡群中也是这样。
“他真是又粗又大!”大家都说。有一只雄吐绶鸡生下来脚上就有距，因此他自以为是一个皇帝。他把自己吹得像一条鼓满了风的帆船，来势汹汹地向他走来，瞪着一双大眼睛，脸上涨得通红。这只可怜的小鸭不知道站在什么地方，或者走到什么地方去好。他觉得非常悲哀，因为自己长得那么丑陋，而且成了全体鸡鸭的一个嘲笑对象。
这是头一天的情形。后来一天比一天糟。大家都要赶走这只可怜的小鸭;连他自己的兄弟姊妹也对他生气起来。他们老是说：“你这个丑妖怪，希望猫儿把你抓去才好!”于是妈妈也说起来：“我希望你走远些!”鸭儿们啄他。小鸡打他，喂鸡鸭的那个女佣人用脚来踢他。
于是他飞过篱笆逃走了;灌木林里的小鸟一见到他，就惊慌地向空中飞去。“这是因为我太丑了!”小鸭想。于是他闭起眼睛，继续往前跑。他一口气跑到一块住着野鸭的沼泽地里。他在这儿躺了一整夜，因为他太累了，太丧气了。
天亮的时候，野鸭都飞起来了。他们瞧了瞧这位新来的朋友。
“你是谁呀?”他们问。小鸭一下转向这边，一下转向那边，尽量对大家恭恭敬敬地行礼。
“你真是丑得厉害，”野鸭们说，“不过只要你不跟我们族里任何鸭子结婚，对我们倒也没有什么大的关系。”可怜的小东西!他根本没有想到什么结婚;他只希望人家准许他躺在芦苇里，喝点沼泽的水就够了。
他在那儿躺了两个整天。后来有两只雁——严格地讲，应该说是两只公雁，因为他们是两个男的——飞来了。他们从娘的蛋壳里爬出来还没有多久，因此非常顽皮。
“听着，朋友，”他们说，“你丑得可爱，连我②都禁不住要喜欢你了。你做一个候鸟，跟我们一块儿飞走好吗?另外有一块沼泽地离这儿很近，那里有好几只活泼可爱的雁儿。她们都是小姐，都会说：‘嘎!’你是那么丑，可以在她们那儿碰碰你的运气!”
“噼!啪!”天空中发出一阵响声。这两只公雁落到芦苇里，死了，把水染得鲜红。“噼!啪!”又是一阵响声。整群的雁儿都从芦苇里飞起来，于是又是一阵枪声响起来了。原来有人在大规模地打猎。猎人都埋伏在这沼泽地的周围，有几个人甚至坐在伸到芦苇上空的树枝上。蓝色的烟雾像云块似地笼罩着这些黑树，慢慢地在水面上向远方漂去。这时，猎狗都扑通扑通地在泥泞里跑过来，灯芯草和芦苇向两边倒去。这对于可怜的小鸭说来真是可怕的事情!他把头掉过来，藏在翅膀里。不过，正在这时候，一只骇人的大猎狗紧紧地站在小鸭的身边。它的舌头从嘴里伸出很长，眼睛发出丑恶和可怕的光。它把鼻子顶到这小鸭的身上，露出了尖牙齿，可是——扑通!扑通!——它跑开了，没有把他抓走。
“啊，谢谢老天爷!”小鸭叹了一口气，“我丑得连猎狗也不要咬我了!”
他安静地躺下来。枪声还在芦苇里响着，枪弹一发接着一发地射出来。
天快要暗的时候，四周才静下来。可是这只可怜的小鸭还不敢站起来。他等了好几个钟头，才敢向四周望一眼，于是他急忙跑出这块沼泽地，拼命地跑，向田野上跑，向牧场上跑。这时吹起一阵狂风，他跑起来非常困难。
到天黑的时候，他来到一个简陋的农家小屋。它是那么残破，甚至不知道应该向哪一边倒才好——因此它也就没有倒。狂风在小鸭身边号叫得非常厉害，他只好面对着它坐下来。它越吹越凶。于是他看到那门上的铰链有一个已经松了，门也歪了，他可以从空隙钻进屋子里去，他便钻进去了。
屋子里有一个老太婆和她的猫儿，还有一只母鸡住在一起。她把这只猫儿叫“小儿子”。他能把背拱得很高，发出咪咪的叫声来;他的身上还能迸出火花，不过要他这样做，你就得倒摸他的毛。母鸡的腿又短又小，因此她叫“短腿鸡儿”。她生下的蛋很好，所以老太婆把她爱得像自己的亲生孩子一样。
第二天早晨，人们马上注意到了这只来历不明的小鸭。那只猫儿开始咪咪地叫，那只母鸡也咯咯地喊起来。
“这是怎么一回事儿?”老太婆说，同时朝四周看。不过她的眼睛有点花，所以她以为小鸭是一只肥鸭，走错了路，才跑到这儿来了。“这真是少有的运气!”她说，“现在我可以有鸭蛋了。我只希望他不是一只公鸭才好!我们得弄个清楚!”
这样，小鸭就在这里受了三个星期的考验，可是他什么蛋也没有生下来。那只猫儿是这家的绅士，那只母鸡是这家的太太，所以他们一开口就说：“我们和这世界!”因为他们以为他们就是半个世界，而且还是的那一半呢。小鸭觉得自己可以有不同的看法，但是他的这种态度，母鸡却忍受不了。
“你能够生蛋吗?”她问。
“不能!”
“那么就请你不要发表意见。”
于是雄猫说：“你能拱起背，发出咪咪的叫声和迸出火花吗?”
“不能!”
“那么，当有理智的人在讲话的时候，你就没有发表意见的必要!”
小鸭坐在一个墙角里，心情非常不好。这时他想起了新鲜空气和太阳光。他觉得有一种奇怪的渴望：他想到水里去游泳。最后他实在忍不住了，就不得不把心事对母鸡说出来。
“你在起什么念头?”母鸡问，“你没有事情可干，所以你才有这些怪想头。你只要生几个蛋，或者咪咪地叫几声，那么你这些怪想头也就会没有了。”
“不过，在水里游泳是多么痛快呀!”小鸭说，“让水淹在你的头上，往水底一钻，那是多么痛快呀!”
“是的，那一定很痛快!”母鸡说，“你简直在发疯。你去问问猫儿吧——在我所认识的一切朋友当中，他是最聪明的——你去问问他喜欢不喜欢在水里游泳，或者钻进水里去。我先不讲我自己。你去问问你的主人——那个老太婆——吧，世界上再也没有比她更聪明的人了!你以为她想去游泳，让水淹在她的头顶上吗?”
“你们不了解我，”小鸭说。
“我们不了解你?那么请问谁了解你呢?你决不会比猫儿和女主人更聪明吧——我先不提我自己。孩子，你不要自以为了不起吧!你现在得到这些照顾，你应该感谢上帝。你现在到一个温暖的屋子里来，有了一些朋友，而且还可以向他们学习很多的东西，不是吗?不过你是一个废物，跟你在一起真不痛快。你可以相信我，我对你说这些不好听的话，完全是为了帮助你呀。只有这样，你才知道谁是你的真正朋友!请你注意学习生蛋，或者咪咪地叫，或者迸出火花吧!”
“我想我还是走到广大的世界上去好，”小鸭说。
“好吧，你去吧!”母鸡说。
于是小鸭就走了。他一会儿在水上游，一会儿钻进水里去;不过，因为他的样子丑，所有的动物都瞧不起他。秋天到来了。树林里的叶子变成了黄色和棕色。风卷起它们，把它们带到空中飞舞，而空中是很冷的。云块沉重地载着冰雹和雪花，低低地悬着。乌鸦站在篱笆上，冻得只管叫：“呱!呱!”是的，你只要想想这情景，就会觉得冷了。这只可怜的小鸭的确没有一个舒服的时候。
一天晚上，当太阳正在美丽地落下去的时候，有一群漂亮的大鸟从灌木林里飞出来，小鸭从来没有看到过这样美丽的东西。他们白得发亮，颈项又长又柔软。这就是天鹅。他们发出一种奇异的叫声，展开美丽的长翅膀，从寒冷的地带飞向温暖的国度，飞向不结冰的湖上去。
他们飞得很高——那么高，丑小鸭不禁感到一种说不出的兴奋。他在水上像一个车轮似地不停地旋转着，同时，把自己的颈项高高地向他们伸着，发出一种响亮的怪叫声，连他自己也害怕起来。啊!他再也忘记不了这些美丽的鸟儿，这些幸福的鸟儿。当他看不见他们的时候，就沉入水底;但是当他再冒到水面上来的时候，却感到非常空虚。他不知道这些鸟儿的名字，也不知道他们要向什么地方飞去。不过他爱他们，好像他从来还没有爱过什么东西似的。他并不嫉妒他们。他怎能梦想有他们那样美丽呢?只要别的鸭儿准许他跟他们生活在一起，他就已经很满意了——可怜的丑东西。
冬天变得很冷，非常的冷!小鸭不得不在水上游来游去，免得水面完全冻结成冰。不过他游动的这个小范围，一晚比一晚缩小。水冻得厉害，人们可以听到冰块的碎裂声。小鸭只好用他的一双腿不停地游动，免得水完全被冰封闭。最后，他终于昏倒了，躺着动也不动，跟冰块结在一起。
大清早，有一个农民在这儿经过。他看到了这只小鸭，就走过去用木屐把冰块踏破，然后把他抱回来，送给他的女人。他这时才渐渐地恢复了知觉。
小孩子们都想要跟他玩，不过小鸭以为他们想要伤害他。他一害怕就跳到牛奶盘里去了，把牛奶溅得满屋子都是。女人惊叫起来，拍着双手。这么一来，小鸭就飞到黄油盆里去了，然后就飞进面粉桶里去了，最后才爬出来。这时他的样子才好看呢!女人尖声地叫起来，拿着火钳要打他。小孩们挤做一团，想抓住这小鸭。他们又是笑，又是叫!——幸好大门是开着的。他钻进灌木林中新下的雪里面去。他躺在那里，几乎像昏倒了一样。
要是只讲他在这严冬所受到的困苦和灾难，那么这个故事也就太悲惨了。当太阳又开始温暖地照着的时候，他正躺在沼泽地的芦苇里。百灵鸟唱起歌来了——这是一个美丽的春天。
忽然间他举起翅膀：翅膀拍起来比以前有力得多，马上就把他托起来飞走了。他不知不觉地已经飞进了一座大花园。这儿苹果树正开着花;紫丁香在散发着香气，它又长又绿的枝条垂到弯弯曲曲的溪流上。啊，这儿美丽极了，充满了春天的气息!三只美丽的白天鹅从树荫里一直游到他面前来。他们轻飘飘地浮在水上，羽毛发出飕飕的响声。小鸭认出这些美丽的动物，于是心里感到一种说不出的难过。
“我要飞向他们，飞向这些高贵的鸟儿!可是他们会把我弄死的，因为我是这样丑，居然敢接近他们。不过这没有什么关系!被他们杀死，要比被鸭子咬、被鸡群啄，被看管养鸡场的那个女佣人踢和在冬天受苦好得多!”于是他飞到水里，向这些美丽的天鹅游去：这些动物看到他，马上就竖起羽毛向他游来。“请你们弄死我吧!”这只可怜的动物说。他把头低低地垂到水上，只等待着死。但是他在这清澈的水上看到了什么呢?他看到了自己的倒影。但那不再是一只粗笨的、深灰色的、又丑又令人讨厌的鸭子，而却是——一只天鹅!
只要你曾经在一只天鹅蛋里待过，就算你是生在养鸭场里也没有什么关系。
对于他过去所受的不幸和苦恼，他现在感到非常高兴。他现在清楚地认识到幸福和美正在向他招手。——许多大天鹅在他周围游泳，用嘴来亲他。
花园里来了几个小孩子。他们向水上抛来许多面包片和麦粒。最小的那个孩子喊道：
“你们看那只新天鹅!”别的孩子也兴高采烈地叫起来：“是的，又来了一只新的天鹅!”于是他们拍着手，跳起舞来，向他们的爸爸和妈妈跑去。他们抛了更多的面包和糕饼到水里，同时大家都说：“这新来的一只最美!那么年轻，那么好看!”那些老天鹅不禁在他面前低下头来。
他感到非常难为情。他把头藏到翅膀里面去，不知道怎么办才好。他感到太幸福了，但他一点也不骄傲，因为一颗好的心是永远不会骄傲的。他想起他曾经怎样被人迫害和讥笑过，而他现在却听到大家说他是美丽的鸟中最美丽的一只鸟儿。紫丁香在他面前把枝条垂到水里去。太阳照得很温暖，很愉快。他扇动翅膀，伸直细长的颈项，从内心里发出一个快乐的声音：
“当我还是一只丑小鸭的时候，我做梦也没有想到会有这么多的幸福!”
①因为据丹麦的民间传说，鹳鸟是从埃及飞来的。
②这儿的“我”(jeg)是单数，跟前面的“他们说”不一致，但原文如此。
丑小鸭英文版：
The Ugly Duckling
IT was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them a little child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a ck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of her task, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom had any visitors. The other cks liked much better to swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another, and from each egg came a living creature that lifted its head and cried, “Peep, peep.” “Quack, quack,” said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they could, and looked about them on every side at the large green leaves. Their mother allowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is good for the eyes. “How large the world is,” said the young cks, when they found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the egg-shell. “Do you imagine this is the whole world?” asked the mother; “Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the parson’s field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all out?” she continued, rising; “No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;” and she seated herself again on the nest.
“Well, how are you getting on?” asked an old ck, who paid her a visit.
㈣ 安徒生童话英语简介,写上喜欢的原因、介绍短短的几句话就行
Andersen's Fairy Tale including lots of small Fairy tales. It's writer is Hans Christian Andersen.The classical storys are <Thumbelina>中键,<The Little Match Girl>卖手巧,<薯亏Ugly little ck> and so on.
The storys contain much philosophy,we can benefit a lot from them,so I like the Andersen's Fairy Tale very much.