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篇1：英语民间故事：神奇的梨树
The market was filled with merchants selling fresh groceries. The fishmonger had crab and bass as the catch of the day. The chef was cooking soft and delicious noodles in a variety of sauces. One farmer had the brightest greens, while another had the sweetest pears. Hustle and bustle, the market was a filled with activity.
A beggar entered the market, holding out his hand, hoping for a coin or two. The shoppers and merchants ignored him as he passed the food bins. He stopped in front of the pear merchant's cart. “Please sir, you have so many pears. Can you spare just one? I haven't eaten for seven days.” The pear merchant, alarmed and angered, tried to chase the beggar away by calling him names and threatening to beat him.
The local policeman came by to look into the commotion. Feeling sorry for e beggar, the policeman bought a pear and gave it to the beggar. The beggar thanked the policeman, shook his hand, and started to dig a hole. Confused, the policeman asked the beggar if he was going to eat the pear.
“Oh, no, sir. You've given me a magic pear. I'm going to bury it and it will grow into a huge tree,” replied the beggar as he continued to dig his hole. The people in the market gathered around and watched the beggar bury the fruit. When the last handful of dirt was placed back in the hole, the beggar sat down and chanted.
The eyes of the crowded widened and was followed by many OH's and AH's for just as soon as the beggar sat down, a tiny green sprout emerged from the dirt, climbing up and up, thicker and stronger. When the sprout reached three feet tall, it grew branches. On those branches, leaves filled the void. And at the end of each branch, many many pears sprouted. There were so many of them that the beggar had to stand up and pick the fruit, or else the tree would collapse.
The beggar, with pears in his arms, started to give away his pears. “I have so many pears and I want to share with everyone who doesn't have any.” When all the pears were gone and eaten, the beggar took a long knife from his bag and chopped down the magical pear tree. Everyone thanked the beggar for the show and for sharing, including the pear merchant. The beggar smiled and walked away.
As soon as the crowd died down, the pear merchant walked back to his cart. To his surprise, all of his pears were gone. The beggar had given them all away. The pear merchant's cart had a handle missing. The beggar had chopped it off. The pear merchant sat down on his empty, broken cart and cried.
If you get a chance, don't think about this story too much. Don't figure out how the beggar did what he did. Just let it be. As a close friend said to me, “I am human being. I be.”
篇2：神奇的民间故事
至今为止，西湖流传了许多故事，我很感兴趣，于是我兴致勃勃的读起了《西湖民间故事》，
神奇的民间故事
。||| 这本书有许多故事，有石人岭、明珠、飞来峰……其中我最喜欢的是臭秦桧和石人岭。臭秦桧讲的是新上任的抚台姓秦，是秦桧的`后代，看到秦桧的铁像跪在岳飞墓前，很生气，便夜晚将铁像扔进西湖里，可第二天西湖水却臭得不得了，老百姓发现此事后，要求捞出铁像，抚台不同意，可铁像自己出来了。我觉得这则很好玩又神奇，铁像怎么会使西湖水发臭，又怎么会自己浮出水面呢？||| 石人岭讲的是杭州干旱，每天都要去很远挑水，通过老人的指点，一个名叫水儿的小伙子的另一些小伙子决定砸穿石墙让水流出来，通过一年的努力，他们一口气砸穿了石墙，可石墙里的石浆把水儿凝成了石人，篇3：英文版民间故事：神奇的叶子
There are a lot of things magical in China: the people, the culture, the stories. Sometimes ordinary things seem magical, but in reality, they aren't. It usually takes a great fool to transform the ordinary into magically nothing.
In a small village deep in the heart of China, the local tax collector was feared. He taxed the villagers often. If they had no money, he took their possessions. And when possessions were of no interest to the tax collector, he would beat the taxpayers.
One day, a poor man entered the village. He had heard of the tax collector and his terrible ways. The poor man was carrying a plant that had many beautiful green leaves. The tax collector stopped the poor man before walking any further and told him he had to pay entrance fee if he wanted to walk through the village. The poor man said he had no money, but only the magic tree he was carrying. The tax collector, intrigued, asked what kind of magical tree it was. The poor man explained that it would make the holder of the leaves invisible. The tax collector snatched the tree from the poor man while striking him across the face. The poor man fell to the ground and was left in the dust of the tax collector's horse.
That night, the tax collector picked a leaf from the magic tree and held it up to his forehead. “Wife,” he asked, “can you see me?”
His wife looked at him strangely, “Yes, I can see you.”
He picked another leaf and held it to his forehead. “Wife,” he asked, “can you see me?”
His wife looked at him again, “Yes, I can see you.”
And with the third leaf, the wife could still see her husband. Same with the fourth. And so on until it was late at night and the wife was ready to sleep.
“Wife, can you see me now?” he asked, with the last leaf from the tree up to his forehead.
“Husband, I'm tired. No, I can not see you any more,” she said exasperated before she closed her eyes to sleep. And her tax-collecting husband smiled.
The next morning, the tax collector held up his magical leaf to his forehead as he walked from store to store. The tax collector thought, “Hmmm, this is truly a magical leaf. No one can see me. No one acknowledges my actions.” He continued to pass through the village, and no one said a word to him. No one looked at him in the eye. No one spoke to him, not even when he took money from the stores. Not even when he took food from the food stands. Every villager saw him, but in fear of a beating, did not speak to him.
The emperor's son was passing through the village that afternoon. He and his entourage were returning from a rewarding hunting expedition. Among his trophies were the pelts of snow leopards and tigers.
The tax collector saw the pelts hanging from the back of the royal saddle. Believing he was still invisible, he held his magic leaf to his forehead and reached out for the pelts.
“Stop! You there! What do you think you're doing?” one the royal guards exclaimed.
The emperor's son shouted, “How dare you steal from me! Did you not think I saw you approach me and attempt to steal my furs? You will pay for this. I will put you away in the palace dungeons.” The tax collector was quickly apprehended and taken prisoner.
The tax collector feebly tried to explain his tale of the poor man and his magical tree with the leaves to make one invisible. He tried to show the emperor's son the tree, but it had no leaves on it. The emperor's son, tired of listening to the alleged tale, had the tax collector beat by his guards before continuing on their journey homeward.
As the royal entourage walked through the village, they passed by the tavern. By the window, the tax collector heard the voice of the poor man he accosted the day before….“And then I handed over the kumquat tree I dug up from his garden, telling him it was a magic tree that could make one invisible!” Then everyone in the tavern laughed and looked out the window at the beaten tax collector.
There's that old saying, “A fool and his money are easily separated.” In this tale, well, the fool got what he was worth.
篇4：一棵老梨树英语作文
一棵老梨树英语作文
There was an old pear tree in a man’s garden. In the past the tree fruited every year, so the man would get many pears. But now, the tree got old. There were no more pears for the man. So the ungrateful（忘恩负义的） man decided to cut the tree down. When he walked towards the tree with an axe in his hand, the tree said to him, “Please don’t cut me down. I have born so many pears for you in the past years. Now I will die soon. I only have a short time to live. Please don’t kill a dying tree that has done so much for you.”
“I’m sorry. I have to do so,” the man said, “Because I need wood to make a chair.” Then he began to wave his axe. At that moment, a bird in the old tree shouted at him, “Don’t cut it down! Every time you go out and your wife feels lonely, she will come out to the garden and sit under the tree to enjoy its cool shade, and I sing to make her happy. We give much pleasure to your wife when you are away from home.”
The man didn’t listen to the bird and drove it away. He was about to cut the tree when some bees flew out of it and said, “Listen! If you agree not to kill this tree, we will give you delicious honey every day. Would you please leave the tree with us?”
The man got moved. He said, “You are so kind to the tree, although it has become old. Now I see that I shouldn’t cut it down. It has done so much for my wife and me. Let the tree stay here, and let the bird continue to sing songs here.” With these words, the man left, leaving the tree there to its last day.
I appreciate your handwriting. You have a good knowledge of English proverbs. You are quite aware of making meaningful sentences. You are richer than others in collecting and using typical sentences an idioms.
篇5：Why the Fish Laughed-英语民间故事
As a fisherwoman passed by the palace hawking her fish, the queen appeared at one of the windows and beckoned her to come near and show her what she had. At that moment a very big fish jumped about in the bottom of the basket.“Is it a male or a female?” asked the queen. “I'd like to buy a female fish.” On hearing this, the fish laughed aloud.
“It's a male,” replied the fisherwoman, and continued on her rounds.
The queen returned to her room in a great rage. When the king came to see her that evening, he could tell that something was wrong. “What's the matter?” he asked. “Are you not well?”
“I'm quite well, thank you. But I'm very much annoyed at the strange behavior of a fish. A woman showed me one today, and when I asked whether it was male or female, the fish laughed most rudely.” “A fish laugh? Impossible! You must be dreaming.”
“I'm not a fool. I saw it with my own eyes and heard it laugh with my own ears.” “That's very strange. All right, I'll make the necessary inquiries.”
The next morning, the king told his wazir (minister) what his wife had told him and ordered the wazir to investigate the matter and be ready with a satisfactory answer within six months, on pain of death.
The wazir promised to do his best, though he didn't know where to begin. For the next five months he labored tirelessly to find a reason for the laughter of the fish. He went everywhere and consulted everyone---the wise and the learned, the people skilled in magic and trickery, they were all consulted.
Nobody could explain the mystery of the laughing fish. So he returned brokenhearted to his house and began to arrange his affairs, sure now that he was going to die. He was well enough acquainted with the king's ways to know that His Majesty would not go back on his threat. Among other things, he advised his son to travel for a time, until the king's anger had cooled off somewhat.
The young fellow, who was both clever and handsome, started off and went wherever his legs and his kismet would take him. After a few days, he fell in with an old farmer who was on his way back to his village from a journey. The young man found him pleasant and asked if he might go with him. The old farmer agreed, and they walked along together. The day was hot, and the way was long and weary.
“Don't you think it would be much more pleasant if we could carry one another sometimes?” said the young man. “What a fool this man is!” thought the old man.
A little later, they passed through a field of grain ready for the sickle and waving in the breeze, looking like a sea of gold.
“Is this eaten or not?” asked the young man. The old man didn't know what to say, and said, “I don't know.”
After a little while, the two travelers came to a big village, where the young man handed his companion a pocket knife, and said, “Take this, friend, and get two horses with it. But please bring it back. It's very precious.”
The old man was half amused and half angry. He pushed away the knife, muttering that his friend was either mad or trying to play the fool. The young man pretended not to notice his reply and remained silent for a long time, till they reached a city a short distance from the old farmer's village. They talked about the bazaar and went to the mosque, but nobody greeted them or invited them to come in and rest. “What a large cemetery!” exclaimed the young man.
“What does the fellow mean,” thought the old farmer, “calling this city full of people a cemetery?”
On leaving the city their way led through a cemetery where some people were praying beside a grave and distributing chapatis (unleavened bread) to passers-by in the name of their beloved dead. They gave some of the bread to the two travelers also, as much as they could eat.
“What a splendid city this is!” said the young man.
“Now the man is surely crazy!” thought the old farmer. “I wonder what he'll do next. He'll be calling the land water, the water land. He'll be speaking of light when it's dark, and of darkness when it's light.” But he kept his thoughts to himself.
Presently they had to wade through a stream. The water was rather deep, o the old farmer took off his shoes and pajamas and crossed over. But the young man waded through it with his shoes and pajamas on.
“Well, I've never seen such a perfect idiot, in word and deed,” said the old man to himself.
Yet he liked the fellow. He seemed cultivated and aristocratic. He would certainly amuse his wife and daughter. So he invited him home for a visit.
The young man thanked him and then asked, “But let me ask, if you please, if the beam of your house is strong.”
The old farmer mumbled something and went home to tell his family, laughing to himself. When he was alone with them, he said, “This young man has come with me a long way, and I've asked him to stay with us. But the fellow is such a fool that I can't make anything of what he says or does. He wants to know if the beam of this house is all right. The man must be mad!”
Now, the farmer's daughter was a very sharp and wise girl. She said to him, “This man, whoever he is, is no fool. He only wishes to know if you can afford to entertain him.”
“Oh, of course,” said the farmer, “I see. Well, perhaps you can help me to solve some of his other mysteries. While we were walking together, he asked whether we should not carry one another. He thought it would be a pleasanter mode of travel.”
“Certainly,” said the girl. “He meant that one of you should tell the other a story to pass the time.”
“Oh yes. Then, when we were passing through a wheatfield, he asked me whether it was eaten or not.”
“And didn't you know what he meant, Father? He simply wished to know if the owner of the field was in debt or not. If he was in debt, then the produce of the field was as good as eaten. That is, it would all go to his creditors.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Then, on entering a village, he asked me to take his pocket knife and get two horses with it, and bring back the knife to him.”
“Are not two stout sticks as good as two horses for helping one along the road? He only asked you to cut a couple of sticks and be careful not to lose the knife.”
“I see,” said the farmer. “While we were walking through the city, we did not see anyone we knew, and not a soul gave us a scrap of anything to eat, till we reached the cemetery. There, some people called us and thrust chapatis into our hands. So my friend called the city a cemetery and the cemetery a city.”
“Look, Father, inhospitable people are worse than the dead, and a city full of them is a dead place. But in the cemetery, which is crowded. with the dead, you were greeted by kind people who gave you bread.”
“True, quite true,” said the astonished farmer. “But then, just now, when we were crossing the stream, he waded across without taking off even his shoes.”
“I admire his wisdom,” said the daughter. “I've often thought how stupid people were to get into that swiftly flowing stream and walk over those sharp stones with bare feet. The slightest stumble and they would fall and get wet from head to foot. This friend of yours is a very wise man. I would like to see him and talk to him.”
“Very well, I'll go find him and bring him in.”
“Tell him, Father, that our beams are strong enough, and then he will come in. I'll send on ahead a present for the man, to show that we can afford a guest.”
Then she called a servant and sent him to the young man with a present of a dish of porridge, twelve chapatis, and a jar of milk with the following message: “Friend, the moon is full, twelve months make a year, and the sea is overflowing with water.”
On his way, the bearer of this present and message met his little son who, seeing what was in the basket, begged his father to give him some of the food. The foolish man gave him a lot of the porridge, a chapati, and some milk. When he saw the young man, he gave him the present and the message.
“Give your mistress my greetings,” he replied. “And tell her that the moon is new, that I can find only eleven months in the year, and that the sea is by no means full.”
Not understanding the meaning of these words, the servant repeated them word for word to his mistress; and thus his theft was discovered, and he was punished. After a little while, the young man appeared with the old farmer. He was treated royally, as if he were the son of a great man, though the farmer knew nothing of his origins. In the course of the conversation, he told them everything---about the fish's laughter, his father's threatened execution, and his own exile--- and asked their advice about what he should do.
“The laughter of the fish,” said the girl, “which seems to have been the cause of all this trouble, indicates that there is a man in the women's quarters of the palace, and the king doesn't know anything about it.”
“Great! That's great!” exclaimed the wazir's son. “There's yet time for me to return and to save my father from a shameful and unjust death.”
The following day he rushed back to his own country, taking with him the farmer's daughter. When he arrived, he ran to the palace and told his father what he had heard. The poor wazir, now almost dead from the expectation of death, was carried at once to the king in a palanquin. He repeated to the king what his son had said. “A man in the queen's quarters! Never!” said the king.
“But it must be so, Your Majesty,” replied the wazir, “and to prove the truth of what I've just heard, I propose a test. Please call together all the female attendants in your palace and order them to jump over a large pit, specially dug for this purpose. The man will at once betray himself by the way he jumps.”
The king had the pit dug and ordered all the female servants of the palace to try to jump over it. All of them tried, but only one succeeded. That one was found to be a man! Thus was the queen satisfied and the faithful old wazir saved.
Soon after that, the wazir's son married the old farmer's daughter. And it was a most happy marriage.
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