簡短英語故事兒童故事

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　　：Pandora

　　Long, long ago the people lied very happily in the beautiful world, and nobody was ever sick. At that time there was a beautiful little girl named Pandora.

　　One day a fairy gave her a wonderful box. It was tied with a golden cord and the fairy made her promise not to open it. Pandora and her little friend, Epimetheus, often looked at the box and wondered what was in it.

　　For a long time Pandora kept her promise to the fairy, but at last she wanted to peep into the box. She untied the cord and lifted the lid a very little. Then hundreds of bad little fairies came out. They stung Pandora and she fell screaming on the floor. They stung Epimetheus, too.

　　Then they flew out of the door and stung all the children in the world. By and by Pandora heard a little voice. It said, "let me out and I will help you.' She opened the box and out flew a beautiful little fairy. She told Pandora that her name was hope. She kissed her and Epimetheus and made them well. Then she flew away to help the other children.

　　To this day, when people are sick and unhappy, the good little fairy, hope, comes to comfort them.

　　：Echo

　　Thousands of years ago the people told strange stories to one another, and believed many strange things. The believed that in all the woods and streams and hills and hollows***中空，凹陷處*** lived fair creatures, and they called these creatures nymphs. These nymphs were fair and beautiful, and they loved beautiful flowers and murmuring brooks.

　　The fairest of them all was Echo, and her voice was the sweetest. But one day Echodispleased Queen Juno. "Like, but you shall have nothing else. You shall never speak first. You can only answer when others speak to you." Poor Echo! She became thin and pale, and thinner and paler, until at last Queen Juno's word came. Only her voice was left.

　　She wandered from place to place in the woods, unseen, and heard only when othersspoke. On a quiet evening you may hear her, if you walk near some high rock where she loves to hide. Call to her, and she will answer, "Where are you?" you may ask. "-- You?" she will reply. "Are you Echo?" you may ask. "-- Echo?" she answers. "Come to me!" you cry. "-- me!" she replies. "I like you," you say to her. "-- you," Echo repeats.

　　Now a very curious thing is true. Echo always answers in the same tone in which you speak to her. If you sing, she sings back to you. If you shout, she shouts to you again. If you cry, she cries, too. If you are cross and ill natured, she will be cross and ill natured, too.

　　Two brothers once went into the woods to find Echo. They could not hear her voice, although they called and called. At last one of them cried impatiently, "You are a mean old cheat!" Quick as thought came back the cross reply, "-- cheat!" The other boy cried quickly, " He didn't mean that." The same tone came back in Echo' "-- that." When the boys told their mother what had happened, she smiled, and said, "That happens, the world over. Gentle words will bring forth gentle words, and harsh tones will be echoed by harsh tones."

　　：Narcissus

　　Long, long ago there lived in Greece a young boy named Narcissus. All day long he tended his sheep on the hills, and drove them from place to place to find the very best pasture.

　　One day he came to a little stream and wanted to drink from it. The water was very clear and reflected everything that leaned over it. While Narcissus was waiting for the sheep to drunk, he chanced to see his own face in the water. He had never seen his likenessbefore, and he was so pleased with the pretty picture that he looked at it for a long time. He forgot all about his sheep.

　　The sheep waited for a long time near the stream, but at last they wandered away without the shepherd and were lost. Jupiter, the great god of that country, was very angry whish Narcissus for forgetting his sheep, and made up his mind to punish him. So Narcissus looked at himself very log, and when he turned to look after his flock he found that his feet had taken root. He could not move nor lift his head, but had to keep it hung down.

　　Then, little by little, he changed into the flower that we know so well, the narcissus***水仙***. This is why we often find this dainty***美味的，秀麗的*** flower growing on the banks of streams and always with its pretty head hung down.