短篇英語小說與翻譯

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

英國一位富有的老先生，年輕時任過內閣大臣，也當選過議會議員；如今年紀大了，無欲無求，獨愛搜藏青瓷老古董。為此他偕同女兒海琳娜，不惜遠渡重洋到波斯，日本還有中國尋覓愛物。一個寂靜之夜，這對父女坐的輪船進入中國海域時意外失火了。漆黑和混亂之中，別的乘客很快轉移到救生船中，海琳娜卻還在著火的船上，就這樣與老父親斷了聯系。等她逃上甲板，整艘船已被燒毀得差不多了，眼看就要將她葬身火海。這時一位年輕的英國水手出現了，二話不說背起她，安全登上最後那隻被逃生者們慌亂之下遺忘的救生船。黑暗的海面泛起大片磷光，猶如大火從四面八方涌來，追趕吞噬著這兩個亡命者。彼時，二人仰起頭，一顆流星劃過夜空，好像瞬間就要落入他們船里一樣。整整九天過去，兩人才被救上一條荷蘭商船，最後總算回到了英國。

原以為女兒早已葬身火海的老爵士這會是喜極而泣，不能自已。為了讓身心受難的女兒盡早康復，老先生匆匆將她安頓在一個溫泉療養勝地。他還想到，萬一這個在航海業謀生的年輕水手大嘴巴，全世界都會知道海倫娜和一個陌生男人孤男寡女在海上漂了九天，這肯定會讓女兒很不開心。於是老爵士給了水手一大筆錢，並讓他承諾只在另一個半球繼續航海，永遠不再回英國。老先生說，這不正是好人做到底嗎？

海倫娜身體恢復得差不多時，旁人給她講王宮和家族的動態，最後還說了那個救她的年輕水手永遠離開英國的來龍去脈，他們發現海倫娜精神上依舊受那次大難折磨著，而且她變得對世間一切事都不在乎了。她不想回到父親大庄園的城堡，也不想去宮里，或游覽任何一個歐洲怡人小鎮。她唯一想要做的事就是和父親以前一樣，去搜集珍稀青瓷。於是海琳娜開始航海旅行，從一個國家到另一個國家，這次是父親一直陪在左右。

尋找青瓷時，海琳娜跟賣瓷器的人說，她正在找一種特別的藍色，願意為之付出任何代價。她買過數千隻青瓷罐和瓷碗，但過一段時間就擱到一旁，嘆道：「唉，這不是我想要的那種藍呢。」 陪她航行多年的父親勸道：也許根本就沒有這種顏色存在吧。「天啊，爸爸，你怎能說這種喪氣話呢？曾幾何時我們的世界一切都是藍藍的，肯定會有那麼一些遺留下來啊。」海琳娜十分堅定地說。

遠在英國的兩位姑媽都懇求外甥女回家，並要給她介紹好人家。但海琳娜回答說：「不不不，我必須去航行。親愛的姑姑啊，你們一定都知道，有學之士宣揚大海是有底的，那是謬論胡說。正好相反，大自然中最高貴的海水，肯定是貫通大地的，所以我們的地球實際上像一個肥皂泡般浮在宇宙之中。而在另一個半球有這么一艘船航行著，我的船必須跟它齊驅並駕。在深海之中，兩只船像是彼此的倒影。我乘的船正下方就是前面所說的那艘船，它就在地球的另一面行駛著。你們從沒見過會有一條很大很大的魚在船底之下，如一個暗黑的影子在海里隨船而行吧。但我們這兩艘船恰恰就是這樣，不管我坐的船在地球大部分區域穿行到哪，另一個半球那隻船就像影子一樣，被牽引著來回移動，這和潮水在月亮的引力下漲起退去是差不多的道理。如果我停止航行，那些靠航海謀生的出身不好的水手怎麼辦？」 海琳娜還說：「我得告訴你們一個秘密，在最後的最後，我坐的船會下沉，直到地球中心，另一隻船也會在同一時間沉下來，就如通常人們說的沉沒。但我可以向你們保證，在海里沒有你上我下，因為在世界的最中心，我們兩只船會相遇在一起。

一年又一年過去，老爵士作古了，海倫娜也變成失聰的老太太，卻未曾停止航行。大清帝國的頤和園被入侵洗劫後，有位商人給她帶來了一個古老的青瓷罐。一看到它海琳娜就發出一聲可怕的尖叫：「就是它！」她哭喊著：「我總算找到了！這是真正的藍！瞧，它真讓人暈眩！天啊，它清新得像一陣柔美的微風，又深邃得好如一個玄妙的秘密，還圓潤得像我說過的什麼來著？」海琳娜雙手顫顫巍巍，將瓷罐捧入懷里，靜靜凝思著，六個小時就這么過去了。其後她對私人醫生和女伴說：「現在我可以死去了。到時請把我的心取出來，安放在這個青瓷罐里，那樣一切都回到最初的模樣。我的世界會化作藍色，在這個純藍天地的最中心，我的心純潔而自由，還會溫柔地跳動，像輪船航海的尾波輕輕哼唱，像槳葉劃動的水滴盈盈滑落。」一小會兒後她問到：「相信只要懷著耐心，一切美好都能重現——這不是一件很杏糊的事嗎？」 不久之後，老太太離開了人世。

Ⅱ 英語短篇小說選讀課文翻譯

Burnt Norton 燒毀的諾頓
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Time present and time past 現在和過去的時光
Are both perhaps present in time future, 也許都存在於未來之中，
And time future contained in time past.且未來的時光包含於過往。
If all time is eternally present假如所有時間都永恆存在
All time is unredeemable.所有時間都無法履行。
What might have been is an abstraction本該如此的是一種抽象
Remaining a perpetual possibility維持著永久的可能性，
Only in a world of speculation.僅僅在思索的世界裡。
What might have been and what has been 本該如此的和已經如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端點，那始終是現在。
Footfalls echo in the memory 腳步聲回響在記憶里
Down the passage which we did not take沿著那條我們沒有選擇的走廊
Towards the door we never opened向著那扇我們從沒有開啟的門
Into the rose-garden. My words echo進入這玫瑰花園。我的話語
Thus, in your mind.就這樣，回響於你心中。
But to what purpose但是為了何種目的
Disturbing the st on a bowl of rose-leaves擾亂了一缽玫瑰葉上的塵埃？
I do not know. 我不知道。
Other echoes其他的迴音
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?棲息於這花園。我們應該跟上嗎？
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,快點，鳥兒說，找到他們，找到他們，
Round the corner. Through the first gate,轉過牆角。穿過那第一道門，
Into our first world, shall we follow 進入我們第一個世界，我們是否應該
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.聽從那鶇鳥的欺騙？進入我們第一個世界。
There they were, dignified, invisible, 他們在那裡，高貴威嚴，無影無形，
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, 輕飄飄的移動，於枯死的葉子之上，
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,在秋日的悶熱里，穿過蒸騰的空氣，
And the bird called, in response to 並且鳥兒鳴叫著，回應
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,那藏在灌木叢中無聲的音樂，
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses無形的眼神掃過，為著玫瑰們
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.曾有過現在眼前的花容。
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.他們在那裡，作為客人，被我們接待也接待我們。
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, 所以我們走動著，他們也是，以拘謹的隊列，
Along the empty alley, into the box circle, 沿著空寂的小巷，進入天井（what does box circle mean?)，
To look down into the drained pool.俯視枯竭了的池塘。
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, 乾涸的池塘，硬結的水泥，烘焦了的池沿，
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,池塘里卻被從陽光流出的水充滿，
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,蓮花升起來，靜靜的，靜靜的，
The surface glittered out of heart of light,池面從光明的心靈中閃爍著，
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.他們在我們身後，倒映在池中。
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.然後一朵雲彩飄過，池子空空如也。
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,去吧，鳥兒說，因樹葉叢中滿是孩子們，
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.興奮地隱藏著，有著克制的笑聲。
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind去吧，去，去，鳥兒說：人類
Cannot bear very much reality.無法忍受太多的真實。
Time past and time future過去和未來的時光
What might have been and what has been本該如此的和已經如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端點，那始終是現在。

Ⅲ 英文短中篇小說，難易適中哈，3500-4000字，翻譯老師作業，最好是比較著名的哈，謝謝了，！！不勝感激~

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 英語短篇小說泄密的心翻譯

泄密的心
愛倫?坡
真的！焦慮，很焦慮，極其焦慮，經久以來，我都超級焦慮；可是為何說我瘋了？病痛消弱了我的知覺——木有消除——木有麻痹我的知覺。先說說我的聽力。放耳聽去，天上人間，冥界繁事，盡收耳內。所以我怎麼算是瘋子？聽仔細了！我可以不緊不慢、心平氣和地告訴你整個故事的來龍去脈。
講不清啥時候第一次冒出這念頭；但自從想過後，它就日日夜夜縈繞心頭。木啥目的，也木啥貪念。我還挺喜歡那老人。他自從木有煩擾，甚至辱罵過我。我也不念叨他的小金庫。我想：是他的眼！對，就是他的眼！他其中一隻眼像禿鷹眼一樣——蒼藍色。每次他看我，我都全身涼透了；所以，自然而然，我決定滅了他，永遠脫離出那陰冷的視線。
此時正是關鍵。你當我是瘋子？瘋子可是什麼都不知道。你已經明白我做事多麼理智，多麼謹慎，多麼高瞻遠矚——我若無其事地上班！殺他前一星期，我對這老人超殷勤。每晚，午夜，我打開他的卧室門——哎，要多輕柔就多輕柔的說！接著，門縫夠容下腦袋時，我就伸進去一盞提燈。燈被裹得緊緊的，黑乎乎的，一絲光都不透的。然後我伸進頭。哈哈，你要是真看到我怎麼機智地進去的，你肯定會點32個贊的！我慢慢的，很慢很慢，超級緩慢地伸進頭，當然吵不醒那熟睡的老人啦。差不多1小時後，我才完全伸進頭去，就看到他躺在床上。哈哈——瘋子有這智商？後來，我可以方便點動時，就打開提燈。哇塞，我那麼謹慎，那麼小心，剛好露出一絲光線，正好投射到他那禿鷹眼。
連續七晚，我都干這事——每晚午夜——但是他眼睛一直閉著的；我沒辦法下手；因為惹火我的不是這個老人，而是他的魔眼。每天早晨，我進屋，親切地和他交談，誇獎他，呼喚他，問候他睡得好嗎。因此正如你所見，實際上他是純良之人，毫不懷疑每晚午夜時分我窺視他的睡顏。
第八天晚上，一如既往，我極其小心地開門。動作比手錶分針還磨蹭。此前，我從不知道我預見能力這么厲害。勝利在望，我又害怕又激動。心有所思地一點點推開門。他做夢都想不到我的心思我的行為。一想到這，我咯咯地笑了。莫非他聽到了？他好像驚醒，突然動了。你可能猜我現在會退縮——錯。他房間那麼黑，暗黑得不得了，（他害怕匪徒所以緊綳著身子顫抖。）因此我知道他看不見門在打開。我依舊偷偷摸摸地推開門。我伸進頭，要開提燈，手指剛滑過燈線，老人在床上跳起大吼「誰在那？」
我一動不動，始終沉默。一個小時過去了，我一絲肌肉也不曾鬆懈。這時我聽到他躺下的聲音。他也躺在床上聽著——如同我夜夜做的那樣，聽到死神注視著牆面。馬上我就聽到極低的嗚聲，我曉得這是神經恐懼才有的聲音。這不是因為疼痛或憂傷而產生——絕不是！這是過度驚悚時，從心靈深處升起的陰郁的顫抖的聲音。我深知這聲音。每每深夜，萬物皆眠，唯我夢醒子時，內心深處、靈魂深淵中就發出這種聲音，回聲陣陣，讓我恐懼到崩潰。我說了我了解這種聲音。我知道老人想啥子。雖然我心裡竊笑但我仍可憐他。我知道從第一次輕微聲音使他在床上轉身時，他就一直清醒著。他越來越害怕。他嘗試去忽視，但這不可能做到。他不停地自語——「什麼事都沒有，只是煙囪里的風——只是老鼠穿過地板」或「只是蟋蟀的聲音」。是的，他一直這么安慰他自己：但是白費力氣。毫無作用；因為死神來了，都站在他面前和他的影子談判，簽約受害者了。老人感覺得到陰郁地黑影——雖然看不見聽不到——卻真切感知我存在在房間里。
我耐心地呆了很久，還沒聽到他躺下的聲音。我打開了提燈，僅露出一絲縫隙。我開燈了——你想不到我有多偷偷摸摸地開燈——終於，從蜘蛛絲般細的狹縫里射出一線光，落進那禿鷹般的眼眸中。
睜著眼睛的——掙得大大的——看到這些我變得激動。我清楚明白地看到它——蒼藍的眸，似蒙了昏沉的紗，讓我感到徹骨寒氣；但我看不到老人的臉或身體：因為我順著光線直接精準鎖定目標。
跟你說了沒？有這么敏銳的感官會是瘋子？——此刻，我聽到一種聲音，沉悶，模糊，像是鍾表在棉花里發出的聲音。我也熟悉這種聲音。這是老人的心跳聲。我更為興奮，好像受到鼓聲激勵的士兵。但是我依然克制自己，保持沉默，呼吸都有些膽怯。我恍惚地提著燈，小心地保持光線照在那眼上。同時，那該死的心臟跳得更歡了。速度越來越快，聲音越來越大。他一定怕極了！聲音越來越大，分分鍾變大！——你懂我意思嗎？我說過我焦慮：我現在就焦慮著。今晚，挺屍的時，房內死一般的沉寂，多麼搞怪，我驚訝有這聲響竟讓我產生難以抑制的恐慌。目前為止，我仍極度克制，數分鍾一動不動。此時，我異常焦慮——鄰居會聽到聲音的！動手時候到了！大吼一聲，扔掉還亮著的提燈，我沖進房間。老人驚叫一聲——僅一聲。我一下把他抓到地上，掀倒厚重的床板壓住他。然後我會心地笑了。可是，過了很久，他心臟還跳著，發出那種沉悶的聲音。不過這回我沒發火；隔牆聽不到這聲音。終於聲音消失了，老人死了。我移開床，檢查屍身。的確，他死得硬硬的。我手在他心臟那很久，沒有感覺到脈搏。他最終死了。他的眼再也不會煩我了。
還當我瘋了么？聽完我多麼聰明細心地藏屍後，你就不會這么想了。夜深，我安靜地忙碌著。首先，肢解屍體，砍下頭、胳膊和腿。接著拿起卧室地板上的三個木板，把屍塊放入方格。然後重新放好木板。我如此聰慧如此機敏。沒人，就算是老人的眼——也察覺不到異常。沒啥要清洗的——沒任何污漬——沒血斑，啥子也沒有。我超級謹慎地處理了。都用澡盆清洗過了——哈哈！
都處理完，到四點了——天依然漆黑如午夜。鍾聲響起，街上傳來陣陣敲門聲。我淡定地下樓開門——我還有啥怕頭？進來三個人，他們和善地介紹自己是警署人員。那晚鄰居聽到那聲尖叫了；已經懷疑涉嫌謀殺；他們在警局登記了信息，已經開始著手調查。
我笑了——我還怕什麼？我歡迎他們進屋。我說，我做夢時尖叫了。還說，老人去鄉下了沒在這。我讓調查人員在屋子裡全部查看下。我請求他們好好查查——查仔細了。我帶他們去他的卧室。我給他們看他的財寶，一分不少，穩穩當當地放著呢。我相信自己，所以我熱情地搬了椅子進那間屋，招呼他們坐，緩緩疲乏。而我自己，肆無忌憚，坐在存放遇害者屍體的位置上的那把椅子上。警察們很滿意。我的舉止取信了他們。我非常放鬆。他們說話，我也開心地回應著。他們聊著類似的事情。不過，一會兒，我覺得不舒服了，我想他們先離開。我頭疼，幻聽到鈴聲：但他們還坐那兒聊天。鈴聲清晰了，越來越清晰。我說得更加流暢，不顧自己的感受。可是聲音還在，更清晰，更悠長，原來不是在耳朵里響的。
毫無疑問，我現在很虛弱——但是我說得更流利，聲音高昂。聲音越來越大——我能怎麼辦？有低沉的模糊的頻率很快的聲音——像棉花里的鍾表聲。我呼吸不順——警察還沒聽到吧。我說得更快速——更激動；可是雜聲自動變大了。我提高嗓門，嘲諷爭辯，聲音高昂，舉止粗魯；但是那聲音還在增大。他們為什麼還不離開？我大步走來走去，好像被人們看著而激動起來——但是他們干嗎還不滾？我要怎麼辦？我吐口水——胡言亂語——發誓！那些人正愉快地談笑。他們可能聽不到？萬能的神吶！——不，不可能！——他們懷疑啦！——他們嘲笑我的恐懼！——我止不住地這么想。但是沒什麼比這痛苦更糟糕了！沒什麼比嘲笑更不能容忍的了！我受不了這些虛偽的笑容了！我感覺我要麼咆哮要麼去死！——此刻——又來了！——聽！吵！很吵！更吵了！越來越吵！
「夠啦」我吼叫「別裝了！我承認我乾的！掀開地板——這兒，就這兒——就他的心跳聲在吵。」

Ⅳ 求英語美文，小說，帶翻譯的

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."

【譯文】

老貓

一位老婦有隻貓，這只貓很老，它跑不快了，也咬不了東西，因為它年紀太大了。一天，老貓發現一隻老鼠，它跳過去抓這只老鼠，然而，它咬不住這只老鼠。因此，老鼠從它的嘴邊溜掉了，因為老貓咬不了它。

於是，老婦很生氣，因為老貓沒有把老鼠咬死。她開始打這只貓，貓說：「不要打你的老僕人，我已經為你服務了很多年，而且還願意為你效勞，但是，我實在太老了，對年紀大的不要這么無情，要記住老年人在年青時所做過的有益的事情。」

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.

【譯文】

一個人正朝著一個富人的房子走去，當他沿著路走時，在路的一邊他發現一箱好蘋果，他說：「我不打算吃那些蘋果，因為富人會給我更多的食物，他會給我很好吃的東西。」然後他拿起蘋果，一把扔到土裡去。

他繼續走，來到河邊，河漲水了，因此，他到不了河對岸，他等了一會兒，然後他說：「今天我去不了富人家了，因為我不能渡過河。」

他開始回家，那天他沒有吃東西。他就開始去找吃的，他找到蘋果，很高興地把它們從塵土中翻出來吃了。

不要把好東西扔掉，換個時候你會覺得它們大有用處。

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."

【譯文】

城裡老鼠和鄉下老鼠

從前，有兩只老鼠，它們是好朋友。一隻老鼠居住在鄉村，另一隻住在城裡。很多年以後，鄉下老鼠碰到城裡老鼠，它說：「你一定要來我鄉下的家看看。」於是，城裡老鼠就去了。鄉下老鼠領著它到了一塊田地上它自己的家裡。它把所有最精美食物都找出來給城裡老鼠。城裡老鼠說：「這東西不好吃，你的家也不好，你為什麼住在田野的地洞里呢？你應該搬到城裡去住，你能住上用石頭造的漂亮房子，還會吃上美味佳餚，你應該到我城裡的家看看。」

鄉下老鼠就到城裡老鼠的家去。房子十分漂亮，好吃的東西也為他們擺好了。可是正當他們要開始吃的時候，聽見很大的一陣響聲，城裡的老鼠叫喊起來：「快跑！快跑！貓來了！」他們飛快地跑開躲藏起來。

過了一會兒，他們出來了。當他們出來時，鄉下老鼠說：「我不喜歡住在城裡，我喜歡住在田野我的洞里。因為這樣雖然貧窮但是快樂自在，比起雖然富有卻要過著提心吊膽的生活來說，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".

老師:為什麼你每天早晨都遲到?
湯姆:每當我經過學校的拐角處,就看見一個牌子上寫著"學校----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

小羅伯特向媽媽要兩分錢。
「昨天給你的錢干什麼了？」
「我給了一個可憐的老太婆，」他回答說。 「你真是個好孩子，」媽媽驕傲地說。「再給你兩分錢。可你為什麼對那位老太太那麼感興趣呢？」
「她是個賣糖果的。」

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，父親與小兒子一道回家。這個孩子正處於那種對什麼事都很感興趣的年齡，老是有提不完的問題。他向父親發問道：「爸爸，『醉』字是什麼意思？」 「唔，孩子，」父親回答說，「你瞧那兒站著兩個警察。如果我把他們看成了四個，那麼我就算醉了。」 「可是，爸爸， 」孩子說，「那兒只有一個警察呀！」
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.

糞堆里的小鳥

一隻小鳥飛到南方去過冬。天很冷，小鳥幾乎凍僵了。於是，飛到一大塊空地上，一頭牛經過那兒，拉了一堆牛糞在小鳥的身上，凍僵的小鳥躺在糞堆里，覺得很溫暖，漸漸蘇醒過來，它溫暖而舒服的躺著，不久唱起歌來，一隻路過的野貓聽到聲音，走過去看個究竟，循著聲音，野貓很快發現了躺在糞堆里的小鳥，把它拽出來吃掉了。
生存之道：不是每個往你身上拉大糞的人都是你的敵人。也不是每個把你從糞堆里拉出來的人都是你的朋友，還有，當你躺在糞堆里時，最好把你的嘴閉上