短篇英语小说与翻译

Ⅰ 英文短篇小说《the blue jar》（Isak Dinesen的）中文翻译。

英国一位富有的老先生，年轻时任过内阁大臣，也当选过议会议员；如今年纪大了，无欲无求，独爱搜藏青瓷老古董。为此他偕同女儿海琳娜，不惜远渡重洋到波斯，日本还有中国寻觅爱物。一个寂静之夜，这对父女坐的轮船进入中国海域时意外失火了。漆黑和混乱之中，别的乘客很快转移到救生船中，海琳娜却还在着火的船上，就这样与老父亲断了联系。等她逃上甲板，整艘船已被烧毁得差不多了，眼看就要将她葬身火海。这时一位年轻的英国水手出现了，二话不说背起她，安全登上最后那只被逃生者们慌乱之下遗忘的救生船。黑暗的海面泛起大片磷光，犹如大火从四面八方涌来，追赶吞噬着这两个亡命者。彼时，二人仰起头，一颗流星划过夜空，好像瞬间就要落入他们船里一样。整整九天过去，两人才被救上一条荷兰商船，最后总算回到了英国。

原以为女儿早已葬身火海的老爵士这会是喜极而泣，不能自已。为了让身心受难的女儿尽早康复，老先生匆匆将她安顿在一个温泉疗养胜地。他还想到，万一这个在航海业谋生的年轻水手大嘴巴，全世界都会知道海伦娜和一个陌生男人孤男寡女在海上漂了九天，这肯定会让女儿很不开心。于是老爵士给了水手一大笔钱，并让他承诺只在另一个半球继续航海，永远不再回英国。老先生说，这不正是好人做到底吗？

海伦娜身体恢复得差不多时，旁人给她讲王宫和家族的动态，最后还说了那个救她的年轻水手永远离开英国的来龙去脉，他们发现海伦娜精神上依旧受那次大难折磨着，而且她变得对世间一切事都不在乎了。她不想回到父亲大庄园的城堡，也不想去宫里，或游览任何一个欧洲怡人小镇。她唯一想要做的事就是和父亲以前一样，去搜集珍稀青瓷。于是海琳娜开始航海旅行，从一个国家到另一个国家，这次是父亲一直陪在左右。

寻找青瓷时，海琳娜跟卖瓷器的人说，她正在找一种特别的蓝色，愿意为之付出任何代价。她买过数千只青瓷罐和瓷碗，但过一段时间就搁到一旁，叹道：“唉，这不是我想要的那种蓝呢。” 陪她航行多年的父亲劝道：也许根本就没有这种颜色存在吧。“天啊，爸爸，你怎能说这种丧气话呢？曾几何时我们的世界一切都是蓝蓝的，肯定会有那么一些遗留下来啊。”海琳娜十分坚定地说。

远在英国的两位姑妈都恳求外甥女回家，并要给她介绍好人家。但海琳娜回答说：“不不不，我必须去航行。亲爱的姑姑啊，你们一定都知道，有学之士宣扬大海是有底的，那是谬论胡说。正好相反，大自然中最高贵的海水，肯定是贯通大地的，所以我们的地球实际上像一个肥皂泡般浮在宇宙之中。而在另一个半球有这么一艘船航行着，我的船必须跟它齐驱并驾。在深海之中，两只船像是彼此的倒影。我乘的船正下方就是前面所说的那艘船，它就在地球的另一面行驶着。你们从没见过会有一条很大很大的鱼在船底之下，如一个暗黑的影子在海里随船而行吧。但我们这两艘船恰恰就是这样，不管我坐的船在地球大部分区域穿行到哪，另一个半球那只船就像影子一样，被牵引着来回移动，这和潮水在月亮的引力下涨起退去是差不多的道理。如果我停止航行，那些靠航海谋生的出身不好的水手怎么办？” 海琳娜还说：“我得告诉你们一个秘密，在最后的最后，我坐的船会下沉，直到地球中心，另一只船也会在同一时间沉下来，就如通常人们说的沉没。但我可以向你们保证，在海里没有你上我下，因为在世界的最中心，我们两只船会相遇在一起。

一年又一年过去，老爵士作古了，海伦娜也变成失聪的老太太，却未曾停止航行。大清帝国的颐和园被入侵洗劫后，有位商人给她带来了一个古老的青瓷罐。一看到它海琳娜就发出一声可怕的尖叫：“就是它！”她哭喊着：“我总算找到了！这是真正的蓝！瞧，它真让人晕眩！天啊，它清新得像一阵柔美的微风，又深邃得好如一个玄妙的秘密，还圆润得像我说过的什么来着？”海琳娜双手颤颤巍巍，将瓷罐捧入怀里，静静凝思着，六个小时就这么过去了。其后她对私人医生和女伴说：“现在我可以死去了。到时请把我的心取出来，安放在这个青瓷罐里，那样一切都回到最初的模样。我的世界会化作蓝色，在这个纯蓝天地的最中心，我的心纯洁而自由，还会温柔地跳动，像轮船航海的尾波轻轻哼唱，像桨叶划动的水滴盈盈滑落。”一小会儿后她问到：“相信只要怀着耐心，一切美好都能重现——这不是一件很杏糊的事吗？” 不久之后，老太太离开了人世。

Ⅱ 英语短篇小说选读课文翻译

Burnt Norton 烧毁的诺顿
I
Time present and time past 现在和过去的时光
Are both perhaps present in time future, 也许都存在于未来之中，
And time future contained in time past.且未来的时光包含于过往。
If all time is eternally present假如所有时间都永恒存在
All time is unredeemable.所有时间都无法履行。
What might have been is an abstraction本该如此的是一种抽象
Remaining a perpetual possibility维持着永久的可能性，
Only in a world of speculation.仅仅在思索的世界里。
What might have been and what has been 本该如此的和已经如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端点，那始终是现在。
Footfalls echo in the memory 脚步声回响在记忆里
Down the passage which we did not take沿着那条我们没有选择的走廊
Towards the door we never opened向着那扇我们从没有开启的门
Into the rose-garden. My words echo进入这玫瑰花园。我的话语
Thus, in your mind.就这样，回响于你心中。
But to what purpose但是为了何种目的
Disturbing the st on a bowl of rose-leaves扰乱了一钵玫瑰叶上的尘埃？
I do not know. 我不知道。
Other echoes其他的回音
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?栖息于这花园。我们应该跟上吗？
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,快点，鸟儿说，找到他们，找到他们，
Round the corner. Through the first gate,转过墙角。穿过那第一道门，
Into our first world, shall we follow 进入我们第一个世界，我们是否应该
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.听从那鸫鸟的欺骗？进入我们第一个世界。
There they were, dignified, invisible, 他们在那里，高贵威严，无影无形，
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, 轻飘飘的移动，于枯死的叶子之上，
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,在秋日的闷热里，穿过蒸腾的空气，
And the bird called, in response to 并且鸟儿鸣叫着，回应
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,那藏在灌木丛中无声的音乐，
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses无形的眼神扫过，为着玫瑰们
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.曾有过现在眼前的花容。
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.他们在那里，作为客人，被我们接待也接待我们。
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, 所以我们走动着，他们也是，以拘谨的队列，
Along the empty alley, into the box circle, 沿着空寂的小巷，进入天井（what does box circle mean?)，
To look down into the drained pool.俯视枯竭了的池塘。
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, 干涸的池塘，硬结的水泥，烘焦了的池沿，
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,池塘里却被从阳光流出的水充满，
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,莲花升起来，静静的，静静的，
The surface glittered out of heart of light,池面从光明的心灵中闪烁着，
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.他们在我们身后，倒映在池中。
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.然后一朵云彩飘过，池子空空如也。
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,去吧，鸟儿说，因树叶丛中满是孩子们，
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.兴奋地隐藏着，有着克制的笑声。
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind去吧，去，去，鸟儿说：人类
Cannot bear very much reality.无法忍受太多的真实。
Time past and time future过去和未来的时光
What might have been and what has been本该如此的和已经如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端点，那始终是现在。

Ⅲ 英文短中篇小说，难易适中哈，3500-4000字，翻译老师作业，最好是比较著名的哈，谢谢了，！！不胜感激~

Alan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street, and peered about for a long time on the dim landing before he found the name he wanted written obscurely on one of the doors.

He pushed open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contained no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking chair, and an ordinary chair. On one of the dirty, buff-coloured walls were a couple of shelves, containing in all perhaps a dozen bottles and jars.

An old man sat in the rocking chair, reading a newspaper. Alan, without a word, handed him the card he had been given. "Sit down, Mr. Austen," said the old man very politely. "I am glad to make your acquaintance."

"Is it true," asked Alan, "that you have a certain mixture that has... er... quite extraordinary effects?"

"My dear sir," replied the old man, "my stock in trade is not very large — I don't deal in laxatives and teething mixtures — but such as it is, it is varied. I think nothing I sell has effects which could be precisely described as ordinary."

"Well, the fact is..." began Alan.

"Here, for example," interrupted the old man, reaching for a bottle from the shelf. "Here is a liquid as colourless as water, almost tasteless, quite imperceptible in coffee, wine, or any other beverage. It is also quite imperceptible to any known method of autopsy."

"Do you mean it is a poison?" cried Alan, very much horrified.

"Call it a glove-cleaner if you like," said the old man indifferently. "Maybe it will clean gloves. I have never tried. One might call it a life-cleaner. Lives need cleaning sometimes."

"I want nothing of that sort," said Alan.

"Probably it is just as well," said the old man. "Do you know the price of this? For one teaspoonful, which is sufficient, I ask five thousand dollars. Never less. Not a penny less."

"I hope all your mixtures are not as expensive," said Alan apprehensively.

"Oh dear, no," said the old man. "It would be no good charging that sort of price for a love potion, for example. Young people who need a love potion very seldom have five thousand dollars. Otherwise they would not need a love potion."

"I am glad to hear that," said Alan.

"I look at it like this," said the old man. "Please a customer with one article, and he will come back when he needs another. Even if it is more costly. He will save up for it, if necessary."

"So," said Alan, "you really do sell love potions?

"If I did not sell love potions," said the old man, reaching for another bottle, "I should not have mentioned the other matter to you. It is only when one is in a position to oblige that one can afford to be so confidential."

"And these potions," said Alan. "They are not just... just... er...

"Oh, no," said the old man. "Their effects are permanent, and extend far beyond the mere casual impulse. But they include it. Oh, yes they include it. Bountifully, insistently. Everlastingly."

"Dear me!" said Alan, attempting a look of scientific detachment. "How very interesting!"

"But consider the spiritual side," said the old man.

"I do, indeed," said Alan.

"For indifference," said the old man, "they substitute devotion. For scorn, adoration. Give one tiny measure of this to the young lady — its flavour is imperceptible in orange juice, soup, or cocktails — and however gay and giddy she is, she will change altogether. She will want nothing but solitude and you."

"I can hardly believe it," said Alan. "She is so fond of parties."

"She will not like them any more," said the old man. "She will be afraid of the pretty girls you may meet."

"She will actually be jealous?" cried Alan in a rapture "Of me?"

"Yes, she will want to be everything to you."

"She is, already. Only she doesn't care about it."

"She will, when she has taken this. She will care intensely. You will be her sole interest in life."

"Wonderful!" cried Alan.

"She will want to know all you do," said the old man. "All that has happened to you ring the day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinking about, why you smile suddenly, why you are looking sad."

"That is love!" cried Alan.

"Yes," said the old man. "How carefully she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draught, to neglect your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrified. She will think you are killed, or that some siren has caught you."

"I can hardly imagine Diana like that!" cried Alan, overwhelmed with joy.

"You will not have to use your imagination," said the old man. "And, by the way, since there are always sirens, if by any chance you should, later on, slip a little, you need not worry. She will forgive you, in the end. She will be terribly hurt, of course, but she will forgive you — in the end."

"That will not happen," said Alan fervently

"Of course not," said the old man. "But, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorce you. Oh, no! And, of course, she will never give you the least, the very least, grounds for — uneasiness."

"And how much," said Alan, "is this wonderful mixture?"

"It is not as dear," said the old man, "as the glove-cleaner, or life-cleaner, as I sometimes call it. No. That is five thousand dollars, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to inlge in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it."

"But the love potion?" said Alan.

"Oh, that," said the old man, opening the drawer in the kitchen table, and taking out a tiny, rather dirty-looking phial. "That is just a dollar."

"I can't tell you how grateful I am," said Alan, watching him fill it.

"I like to oblige," said the old man. "Then customers come back, later in life, when they are better off, and want more expensive things. Here you are. You will find it very effective."

"Thank you again," said Alan. "Good-bye."

"Au revoir," said the man.

Ⅳ 英语短篇小说泄密的心翻译

泄密的心
爱伦?坡
真的！焦虑，很焦虑，极其焦虑，经久以来，我都超级焦虑；可是为何说我疯了？病痛消弱了我的知觉——木有消除——木有麻痹我的知觉。先说说我的听力。放耳听去，天上人间，冥界繁事，尽收耳内。所以我怎么算是疯子？听仔细了！我可以不紧不慢、心平气和地告诉你整个故事的来龙去脉。
讲不清啥时候第一次冒出这念头；但自从想过后，它就日日夜夜萦绕心头。木啥目的，也木啥贪念。我还挺喜欢那老人。他自从木有烦扰，甚至辱骂过我。我也不念叨他的小金库。我想：是他的眼！对，就是他的眼！他其中一只眼像秃鹰眼一样——苍蓝色。每次他看我，我都全身凉透了；所以，自然而然，我决定灭了他，永远脱离出那阴冷的视线。
此时正是关键。你当我是疯子？疯子可是什么都不知道。你已经明白我做事多么理智，多么谨慎，多么高瞻远瞩——我若无其事地上班！杀他前一星期，我对这老人超殷勤。每晚，午夜，我打开他的卧室门——哎，要多轻柔就多轻柔的说！接着，门缝够容下脑袋时，我就伸进去一盏提灯。灯被裹得紧紧的，黑乎乎的，一丝光都不透的。然后我伸进头。哈哈，你要是真看到我怎么机智地进去的，你肯定会点32个赞的！我慢慢的，很慢很慢，超级缓慢地伸进头，当然吵不醒那熟睡的老人啦。差不多1小时后，我才完全伸进头去，就看到他躺在床上。哈哈——疯子有这智商？后来，我可以方便点动时，就打开提灯。哇塞，我那么谨慎，那么小心，刚好露出一丝光线，正好投射到他那秃鹰眼。
连续七晚，我都干这事——每晚午夜——但是他眼睛一直闭着的；我没办法下手；因为惹火我的不是这个老人，而是他的魔眼。每天早晨，我进屋，亲切地和他交谈，夸奖他，呼唤他，问候他睡得好吗。因此正如你所见，实际上他是纯良之人，毫不怀疑每晚午夜时分我窥视他的睡颜。
第八天晚上，一如既往，我极其小心地开门。动作比手表分针还磨蹭。此前，我从不知道我预见能力这么厉害。胜利在望，我又害怕又激动。心有所思地一点点推开门。他做梦都想不到我的心思我的行为。一想到这，我咯咯地笑了。莫非他听到了？他好像惊醒，突然动了。你可能猜我现在会退缩——错。他房间那么黑，暗黑得不得了，（他害怕匪徒所以紧绷着身子颤抖。）因此我知道他看不见门在打开。我依旧偷偷摸摸地推开门。我伸进头，要开提灯，手指刚滑过灯线，老人在床上跳起大吼“谁在那？”
我一动不动，始终沉默。一个小时过去了，我一丝肌肉也不曾松懈。这时我听到他躺下的声音。他也躺在床上听着——如同我夜夜做的那样，听到死神注视着墙面。马上我就听到极低的呜声，我晓得这是神经恐惧才有的声音。这不是因为疼痛或忧伤而产生——绝不是！这是过度惊悚时，从心灵深处升起的阴郁的颤抖的声音。我深知这声音。每每深夜，万物皆眠，唯我梦醒子时，内心深处、灵魂深渊中就发出这种声音，回声阵阵，让我恐惧到崩溃。我说了我了解这种声音。我知道老人想啥子。虽然我心里窃笑但我仍可怜他。我知道从第一次轻微声音使他在床上转身时，他就一直清醒着。他越来越害怕。他尝试去忽视，但这不可能做到。他不停地自语——“什么事都没有，只是烟囱里的风——只是老鼠穿过地板”或“只是蟋蟀的声音”。是的，他一直这么安慰他自己：但是白费力气。毫无作用；因为死神来了，都站在他面前和他的影子谈判，签约受害者了。老人感觉得到阴郁地黑影——虽然看不见听不到——却真切感知我存在在房间里。
我耐心地呆了很久，还没听到他躺下的声音。我打开了提灯，仅露出一丝缝隙。我开灯了——你想不到我有多偷偷摸摸地开灯——终于，从蜘蛛丝般细的狭缝里射出一线光，落进那秃鹰般的眼眸中。
睁着眼睛的——挣得大大的——看到这些我变得激动。我清楚明白地看到它——苍蓝的眸，似蒙了昏沉的纱，让我感到彻骨寒气；但我看不到老人的脸或身体：因为我顺着光线直接精准锁定目标。
跟你说了没？有这么敏锐的感官会是疯子？——此刻，我听到一种声音，沉闷，模糊，像是钟表在棉花里发出的声音。我也熟悉这种声音。这是老人的心跳声。我更为兴奋，好像受到鼓声激励的士兵。但是我依然克制自己，保持沉默，呼吸都有些胆怯。我恍惚地提着灯，小心地保持光线照在那眼上。同时，那该死的心脏跳得更欢了。速度越来越快，声音越来越大。他一定怕极了！声音越来越大，分分钟变大！——你懂我意思吗？我说过我焦虑：我现在就焦虑着。今晚，挺尸的时，房内死一般的沉寂，多么搞怪，我惊讶有这声响竟让我产生难以抑制的恐慌。目前为止，我仍极度克制，数分钟一动不动。此时，我异常焦虑——邻居会听到声音的！动手时候到了！大吼一声，扔掉还亮着的提灯，我冲进房间。老人惊叫一声——仅一声。我一下把他抓到地上，掀倒厚重的床板压住他。然后我会心地笑了。可是，过了很久，他心脏还跳着，发出那种沉闷的声音。不过这回我没发火；隔墙听不到这声音。终于声音消失了，老人死了。我移开床，检查尸身。的确，他死得硬硬的。我手在他心脏那很久，没有感觉到脉搏。他最终死了。他的眼再也不会烦我了。
还当我疯了么？听完我多么聪明细心地藏尸后，你就不会这么想了。夜深，我安静地忙碌着。首先，肢解尸体，砍下头、胳膊和腿。接着拿起卧室地板上的三个木板，把尸块放入方格。然后重新放好木板。我如此聪慧如此机敏。没人，就算是老人的眼——也察觉不到异常。没啥要清洗的——没任何污渍——没血斑，啥子也没有。我超级谨慎地处理了。都用澡盆清洗过了——哈哈！
都处理完，到四点了——天依然漆黑如午夜。钟声响起，街上传来阵阵敲门声。我淡定地下楼开门——我还有啥怕头？进来三个人，他们和善地介绍自己是警署人员。那晚邻居听到那声尖叫了；已经怀疑涉嫌谋杀；他们在警局登记了信息，已经开始着手调查。
我笑了——我还怕什么？我欢迎他们进屋。我说，我做梦时尖叫了。还说，老人去乡下了没在这。我让调查人员在屋子里全部查看下。我请求他们好好查查——查仔细了。我带他们去他的卧室。我给他们看他的财宝，一分不少，稳稳当当地放着呢。我相信自己，所以我热情地搬了椅子进那间屋，招呼他们坐，缓缓疲乏。而我自己，肆无忌惮，坐在存放遇害者尸体的位置上的那把椅子上。警察们很满意。我的举止取信了他们。我非常放松。他们说话，我也开心地回应着。他们聊着类似的事情。不过，一会儿，我觉得不舒服了，我想他们先离开。我头疼，幻听到铃声：但他们还坐那儿聊天。铃声清晰了，越来越清晰。我说得更加流畅，不顾自己的感受。可是声音还在，更清晰，更悠长，原来不是在耳朵里响的。
毫无疑问，我现在很虚弱——但是我说得更流利，声音高昂。声音越来越大——我能怎么办？有低沉的模糊的频率很快的声音——像棉花里的钟表声。我呼吸不顺——警察还没听到吧。我说得更快速——更激动；可是杂声自动变大了。我提高嗓门，嘲讽争辩，声音高昂，举止粗鲁；但是那声音还在增大。他们为什么还不离开？我大步走来走去，好像被人们看着而激动起来——但是他们干吗还不滚？我要怎么办？我吐口水——胡言乱语——发誓！那些人正愉快地谈笑。他们可能听不到？万能的神呐！——不，不可能！——他们怀疑啦！——他们嘲笑我的恐惧！——我止不住地这么想。但是没什么比这痛苦更糟糕了！没什么比嘲笑更不能容忍的了！我受不了这些虚伪的笑容了！我感觉我要么咆哮要么去死！——此刻——又来了！——听！吵！很吵！更吵了！越来越吵！
“够啦”我吼叫“别装了！我承认我干的！掀开地板——这儿，就这儿——就他的心跳声在吵。”

Ⅳ 求英语美文，小说，带翻译的

The Old Cat
An old woman had a cat. The cat was very old; she could not run quickly, and she could not bite, because she was so old. One day the old cat saw a mouse; she jumped and caught the mouse. But she could not bite it; so the mouse got out of her mouth and ran away, because the cat could not bite it.

Then the old woman became very angry because the cat had not killed the mouse. She began to hit the cat. The cat said, "Do not hit your old servant. I have worked for you for many years, and I would work for you still, but I am too old. Do not be unkind to the old, but remember what good work the old did when they were young."

【译文】

老猫

一位老妇有只猫，这只猫很老，它跑不快了，也咬不了东西，因为它年纪太大了。一天，老猫发现一只老鼠，它跳过去抓这只老鼠，然而，它咬不住这只老鼠。因此，老鼠从它的嘴边溜掉了，因为老猫咬不了它。

于是，老妇很生气，因为老猫没有把老鼠咬死。她开始打这只猫，猫说：“不要打你的老仆人，我已经为你服务了很多年，而且还愿意为你效劳，但是，我实在太老了，对年纪大的不要这么无情，要记住老年人在年青时所做过的有益的事情。”

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 st.

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 man's 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 st and eat them.

Do not throw good things away; you may be glad to have them at some other time.

【译文】

一个人正朝着一个富人的房子走去，当他沿着路走时，在路的一边他发现一箱好苹果，他说：“我不打算吃那些苹果，因为富人会给我更多的食物，他会给我很好吃的东西。”然后他拿起苹果，一把扔到土里去。

他继续走，来到河边，河涨水了，因此，他到不了河对岸，他等了一会儿，然后他说：“今天我去不了富人家了，因为我不能渡过河。”

他开始回家，那天他没有吃东西。他就开始去找吃的，他找到苹果，很高兴地把它们从尘土中翻出来吃了。

不要把好东西扔掉，换个时候你会觉得它们大有用处。

The City Mouse and the Country Mouse

Once there were two mice. They were friends. One mouse lived in the country; the other mouse lived in the city. After many years the Country mouse saw the City mouse; he said, "Do come and see me at my house in the country." So the City mouse went. The City mouse said, "This food is not good, and your house is not good. Why do you live in a hole in the field? You should come and live in the city. You would live in a nice house made of stone. You would have nice food to eat. You must come and see me at my house in the city."

The Country mouse went to the house of the City mouse. It was a very good house. Nice food was set ready for them to eat. But just as they began to eat they heard a great noise. The City mouse cried, " Run! Run! The cat is coming!" They ran away quickly and hid.

After some time they came out. When they came out, the Country mouse said, "I do not like living in the city. I like living in my hole in the field. For it is nicer to be poor and happy, than to be rich and afraid."

【译文】

城里老鼠和乡下老鼠

从前，有两只老鼠，它们是好朋友。一只老鼠居住在乡村，另一只住在城里。很多年以后，乡下老鼠碰到城里老鼠，它说：“你一定要来我乡下的家看看。”于是，城里老鼠就去了。乡下老鼠领着它到了一块田地上它自己的家里。它把所有最精美食物都找出来给城里老鼠。城里老鼠说：“这东西不好吃，你的家也不好，你为什么住在田野的地洞里呢？你应该搬到城里去住，你能住上用石头造的漂亮房子，还会吃上美味佳肴，你应该到我城里的家看看。”

乡下老鼠就到城里老鼠的家去。房子十分漂亮，好吃的东西也为他们摆好了。可是正当他们要开始吃的时候，听见很大的一阵响声，城里的老鼠叫喊起来：“快跑！快跑！猫来了！”他们飞快地跑开躲藏起来。

过了一会儿，他们出来了。当他们出来时，乡下老鼠说：“我不喜欢住在城里，我喜欢住在田野我的洞里。因为这样虽然贫穷但是快乐自在，比起虽然富有却要过着提心吊胆的生活来说，要好些。”

Teacher:Why are you late for school every morning?

Tom:Every time I come to the corner,a sign says,"School-Go slow".

老师:为什么你每天早晨都迟到?
汤姆:每当我经过学校的拐角处,就看见一个牌子上写着"学校----慢行".
A Good Boy

Little Robert asked his mother for two cents. "What did you do with the money I gave you yesterday?"
"I gave it to a poor old woman," he answered.
"You're a good boy," said the mother proudly. "Here are two cents more. But why are you so interested in the old woman?"
"She is the one who sells the candy."

好孩子

小罗伯特向妈妈要两分钱。
“昨天给你的钱干什么了？”
“我给了一个可怜的老太婆，”他回答说。 “你真是个好孩子，”妈妈骄傲地说。“再给你两分钱。可你为什么对那位老太太那么感兴趣呢？”
“她是个卖糖果的。”

Drunk

One day, a father and his little son were going home. At this age, the boy was interested in all kinds of things and was always asking questions. Now, he asked, "What's the meaning of the word 'Drunk', dad?" "Well, my son," his father replied, "look, there are standing two policemen. If I regard the two policemen as four then I am drunk."
"But, dad," the boy said, " there's only ONE policeman!"

醉酒

一天，父亲与小儿子一道回家。这个孩子正处于那种对什么事都很感兴趣的年龄，老是有提不完的问题。他向父亲发问道：“爸爸，‘醉’字是什么意思？” “唔，孩子，”父亲回答说，“你瞧那儿站着两个警察。如果我把他们看成了四个，那么我就算醉了。” “可是，爸爸， ”孩子说，“那儿只有一个警察呀！”
A little bird fly to south for the winter. It was very cold, almost frozen bird. Hence, fly to a large space, after a cow there, in a pile of cow ng upon the bird, frozen bird lying on the nghill, feel very warm, graally recovered, it is warm and comfortable lying, and soon began to sing songs, a passing wildcat hear voices, see, follow the voice, wildcats quickly found lying on the nghill, bird, pull it out.
The way of existence: not everyone to lead the ng upon your people are your enemy. Each of you is not from the nghill lire people are your friends, and, when you lying on the nghill, had better keep your mouth shut.

粪堆里的小鸟

一只小鸟飞到南方去过冬。天很冷，小鸟几乎冻僵了。于是，飞到一大块空地上，一头牛经过那儿，拉了一堆牛粪在小鸟的身上，冻僵的小鸟躺在粪堆里，觉得很温暖，渐渐苏醒过来，它温暖而舒服的躺着，不久唱起歌来，一只路过的野猫听到声音，走过去看个究竟，循着声音，野猫很快发现了躺在粪堆里的小鸟，把它拽出来吃掉了。
生存之道：不是每个往你身上拉大粪的人都是你的敌人。也不是每个把你从粪堆里拉出来的人都是你的朋友，还有，当你躺在粪堆里时，最好把你的嘴闭上