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每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个关于大脚女孩坚持芭蕾梦想的温暖故事，告诉孩子别让别人的评判挡住你的舞台。Every morning, Belinda practiced ballet in the dance studioThe floor was cool, and the mirror stretched her shadow longShe held the barre, lifted her arms, and pointed her toesEven before the music started, she counted the beat in her heartShe was tall and thin, turning like a willow in the windHer steps were soft, as if she didn't want to wake anyoneBut everyone who saw her, noticed her feet firstBelinda had two very, very big feetShe didn't think there was anything wrong with thatHer feet helped her stand, spin, and leap into the airShe believed, dancing wasn't about the size of your feetIt was about, whether your body could hear the musicSo when the ballet audition came, Belinda put on her shoes and wentShe fixed her hair, smoothed her skirt, and waited on stageBut before the music began, the judges saw her feetThey frowned, whispered, and shook their headsThey didn't let her dance, not even one single stepBelinda stood frozen, her arms still in dancing positionNo one watched her dance, they only stared at her feetAnd then, she was asked to leave the stageOn her way home, Belinda walked very slowlyBefore, she always heard rhythm in everything around herThe wind, the wheels, the voices, all turned into danceBut that day, her feet felt heavy, too heavy to liftMaybe they were right, she thought, maybe big feet can't do balletBelinda put her ballet shoes awayShe stopped going to the dance studio, and found a job at a restaurantThe restaurant was busy, tables sat close, and plates clinkedBelinda carried her tray, weaving lightly through the crowdThe soup never spilled, and the cups never fellThe boss loved her, and the guests loved her tooBelinda liked it there, no one judged her by her feetBut sometimes, music drifted by from far awayA violin on the corner, or a guest humming a tuneWhen she heard it, her fingers would pause for just a momentThen she'd steady her tray, take a breath, and keep walkingThen one day, the restaurant hired a band to playThe lights grew soft, and people spoke in quiet voicesThe musicians sat down, and the first notes filled the airBelinda stood in the aisle, holding her trayAnd suddenly, her toes knew the way homeShe only meant to walk to the next tableBut her body moved first, gliding with the melodyShe rounded the chairs, her skirt swaying as she wentShe set the tray down, but her feet kept dancing to the musicAfter one turn, she realized, she wasn't walking anymoreShe was dancingThe restaurant fell quietNo one stopped her, and no one stared at her feetThe boss watched her spin, turning the restaurant into a little stageWhen the song ended, the guests clapped and clappedBelinda stood still, it had been so long since she heard applauseThis wasn't cold judgment, it was warm, like a gentle breezeThe boss asked her to dance again, so she didAfter that, crowds came to the restaurant every dayThey sat down, ordered their food, and waited for Belinda to danceShe still carried plates, and smiled at every guestBut when the music played, she was finally homeHer big feet held her steady, as she spun, leaped, and bowedChildren watched with wide eyes, and even the adults fell silentOne evening, the conductor of the Metropolitan Ballet cameHe sat in the crowd, and watched Belinda danceHe didn't judge her feet, he watched how she moved with the musicAfter the show, he invited her to dance at the Metropolitan TheaterBelinda put her ballet shoes on againThe theater was grand, with bright lights shining on the stageThe hall was full of peopleBelinda stood there, her heart beating fastShe remembered the audition, and those heavy steps walking homeBut then, the music beganShe raised her arms, pointed her toes, and started to danceShe didn't hide her feet, she just dancedForward, turn, leap, and land softlyThe audience watched her, spinning in the lightThey saw her skirt, her arms, and her joy in every stepThose big feet didn't hold her back, they carried her all the way hereWhen the applause rose up, Belinda smiledShe didn't need the judges to tell her, she knew she could danceThe stage was hers, the music played on, and she kept dancing前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个用快乐游戏照亮整个小镇的女孩，即使遭遇不幸，也从不放弃寻找值得高兴的理由。Pollyanna came to her aunt's house for the first time, but her aunt did not come downstairs to greet herShe just sent the maid, Nancy, to take the girl to the attic, and handed her a sheet of paper full of rulesWhen to get up, when to eat, when to practice piano, when to read, not a single one could be missedBut when Nancy opened the attic door, she saw Pollyanna standing in the middle of the empty room, looking up at the small windowThe room was hot, the furniture was sparse, and the wallpaper was old and darkPollyanna said it was wonderful, because she could finally see the treetops, and the distant sky through the windowShe had no doll, no father, and an aunt she'd never really met, yet she still tried to make herself happyShe had certainly known sadness beforeOn the contrary, she had learned sadness very earlyAfter her mother died, she lived with her father, a poor pastor who was often ill, and later he left her tooThe glad game was what her father taught her in the hardest of timesOnce, Pollyanna asked her father for a dollThere were no dolls in the missionary barrel, but there was a pair of children's crutches insteadShe cried, but her father pointed at the crutches and said, you can be glad about them, because you don't need themFrom then on, they played a game: no matter what happened, you had to find something to be glad aboutThe harder it was, the trickier it was to find, but once you did, the game became all the more funPollyanna brought the game into her aunt's house, and into the whole townHer aunt wouldn't let her talk about her father, wouldn't let her run around freely, and certainly wouldn't let her live without rulesBut Pollyanna went out every dayShe visited Mrs. Snow, who had been bedridden for years, a woman who kept her curtains drawn tight, and was never satisfied with anythingPollyanna didn't rush to cheer her up, she brushed her hair first, and opened the curtainsMrs. Snow was still complaining, but her eyes, for the first time, turned toward the light outside the windowShe also met Mr. Pendleton in the woodsThe man had injured his leg, lived in a gloomy big house, and had no one but a dog by his sideHe didn't like visitors, and wouldn't admit he was lonelyBut Pollyanna kept coming to talk to him, telling him the leg was just a fracture, and would heal in timeShe also told him, at least he could be glad he hadn't broken both legsOne day, Pollyanna met Jimmy Bean by the roadsideThe boy had run away from the orphanage, wanting nothing more than a normal home, with a mother who would truly care about him, not a matron in charge of many childrenPollyanna brought him home, but her aunt wouldn't take him inSo she went to the Ladies' Aid Society, hoping those women would give Jimmy a home, but in the end, they decided to send the money far away, so it wouldn't affect their year-end reportPollyanna was disappointed, but she didn't give upShe remembered Mr. Pendleton once saying, the house was missing a childShe told him about Jimmy, at first he was angry, thinking it was just childish nonsenseBut later, he let Jimmy come to see himAnd later still, Mr. Pendleton told Aunt Polly himself: Jimmy would become his childWhen Pollyanna heard this, she smiled at onceShe was glad for Jimmy, and glad for Mr. Pendleton too, because this big house finally had a child's voice in itShe also, without meaning to, touched upon the old story between her aunt and Dr. ChiltonAunt Polly had once loved Dr. Chilton, but pushed him away after a quarrel, and Mr. Pendleton, had loved Pollyanna's motherWords the grown-ups had hidden for years, rose to the surface again, through Pollyanna's straightforward questionsShe didn't understand what was proper, or why people who loved each other, would punish one another with silenceShe just felt, if someone still missed another person, she should let them meet againOne day in late October, Pollyanna was walking home from schoolAs she crossed the street at the corner, a car suddenly came rushing toward herNo one could say exactly what happened in that moment, only that the child was brought home, unconsciousWhen she woke up, her head was bandaged, but her legs felt nothing at allAunt Polly told her, she was just injured, and would soon be betterPollyanna tried hard to find something to be glad about: at least it wasn't contagious, at least she wouldn't be bedridden forever, at least Mr. Pendleton's leg had healed after his fractureBut as the days passed, she still couldn't get out of bedShe finally understood, her leg wasn't just a simple fracture, it was her spine that had been injuredIn that moment, the glad game stopped right in front of herFor the first time, she admitted she couldn't find anything to be glad aboutThose words made it impossible for Aunt Polly to hide behind the rules any longerShe remembered, when this child first arrived, she was only carrying out her sister's willShe remembered, Pollyanna had always called her aunt, but had never truly received a warm homeShe also finally admitted, she had never forgotten Dr. ChiltonWhen Dr. Chilton arrived, Pollyanna lay in bed, watching the colored light from the prism by the windowThe doctor told her, there might still be a way to treat her, she would need to go far away, to see a famous doctor in New YorkPollyanna still couldn't stand up, and didn't know if she would ever walk again, but she was about to leave this house, and set out on a new journeyBefore she left, Aunt Polly came to her bedside, and for the first time, spoke without a cold, hard voiceShe told Pollyanna, when the child got better, she would bring Dr. Chilton back, to be her uncleWhen Pollyanna heard this, she clapped her hands with joy, then stoppedShe lay in bed, still unable to move her legs, but at last she had found something to be glad about againAunt Polly was no longer just the person who took her in前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。两个孩子跨越半个地球寻找失踪父亲的冒险故事，勇气与亲情交织的凡尔纳经典之作。When a hammerhead shark was hauled onto the deck of the Duncan, no one imagined that it was carrying a message from a missing father deep in its bellyLord Glenarvan sliced open the shark and pulled out a bottle, bleached pale by the sea Inside were three sheets of paper, written in English, French, and German The ink had faded so badly that only a few place names and a single coordinate could be read: 37 degrees 11 minutes south latitudeAnd one sentence, broken and faint, like a last cry drifting across the waterCaptain Grant and two sailors have perished Come to their rescueLord and Lady Glenarvan set out at once to trace Captain Grant They soon found Mary and Robert Mary was already grown, but Robert was still a child Their mother had died long ago, and their father had never returned from the seaThe Admiralty decided that a few scraps of paper could not prove Grant was still alive, and they refused to send a warship Lord Glenarvan did not argue for long He returned to his castle and made ready his own steam yacht, the DuncanThis time, he would take Grant's two children and search for their father himselfThe yacht sailed south along the 37th parallel toward South America A French geographer named Paganel boarded the Duncan by mistake, having mixed up the ship's name, but he soon became the most important member of the expedition He was the one who deciphered the three papers, and the one who pointed out a new path when everyone else was losing hopeThey crossed Patagonia, climbed the Andes, and marched into the Pampas Meltwater from the high peaks rushed down the valleys, and the rivers on the grasslands swelled overnight Robert was the youngest, but he always kept up at the back of the line He stumbled, he was afraid, but every time he heard his sister call his name, he got back on his feetMary wanted to know just one thingWas their father dead, or was he still out there somewhere, waiting for themThey did not find Grant in South America So the Duncan sailed on, rounding the cape and heading for Australia The wilderness there was far larger than they had imagined A single line on the map, once you were standing in it, stretched into endless forests, swamps, and roads that no one had walked in yearsThat was when they met AyrtonAyrton claimed to have served under Captain Grant He said Grant was very likely still alive, and that he was right here in Australia Those words gave Mary hope again She did not care whether this stranger was trustworthy As long as the path he pointed to still led toward her father, she would keep walkingBut John Mangles never stopped watching AyrtonThis man knew the ship too well He knew their route too well He kept urging Glenarvan to send the Duncan to another bay while he led the party across the Australian interior Then, under the pretense of delivering a message, Ayrton forged Glenarvan's ordersHis real name was Ben Joyce He was a convictHe meant to lure the Duncan to where his gang could seize it and take the ship for themselvesBy the time the expedition discovered the truth, it was too late Floodwaters had swollen the rivers and cut them off from the coast The sailor Mulrady, who had been sent with the message, came back wounded, and only then did they learn that Ayrton's gang was already on its way to capture the shipGlenarvan and his men raced to the shore, only to find an empty seaThe Duncan had been taken by Ben JoyceGrant was still lost, and now their own ship was gone Everyone believed the rescue had failed completely Mary did not cry She only lowered her head, unable to speak her father's name anymore But John told her that as long as there was still a way forward, he would keep searchingThey boarded a ship bound for New Zealand at the bay A storm struck at sea, and the ship crashed onto a reef The captain and crew fled in the night, taking the only lifeboat and leaving Glenarvan and his party stranded on the sinking vesselAt dawn, they finally reached New Zealand, only to be captured by Maori warriorsMountains, volcanoes, lakes, and a ring of guns trapped them inside a hilltop fortress Mary and Lady Glenarvan were locked in a sacred hut, and Robert could only hold his sister's hand Everyone knew that when the next clash came, they might not leave this place aliveSomehow, they broke out of the siege and stumbled through the forests and volcanic highlands, fighting for survival And then, out on the sea, a familiar ship appearedIt was the DuncanNo one could believe their eyes Only Paganel understood what had happened He had made a mistake in writing down a place name He had meant to send the ship to Australia, but he had written New Zealand instead That mistake had kept the Duncan away from the convicts and brought it, by sheer chance, to the very waters where they were strandedPaganel's mistake had not carried them to Grant, but it had put them on the last road that matteredThey boarded the ship once more and sailed along the 37th parallel into the Pacific Ahead lay only one small, unremarkable island on the map: Tabor Island, also called Maria Theresa Island on British chartsAt dusk, the lookout spotted smoke rising from the islandMary stood on the deck, staring at the land as it drew closer For more than two years, she had pictured her father's face a thousand times Sometimes, she felt she could no longer remember the sound of his voiceA boat was lowered and rowed toward the shoreBefore they reached the beach, a man suddenly rose from the sand He was tall and worn, but his face had the same lines as Mary's and Robert'sMary recognized him first"Father"Captain Grant heard the cry, opened his arms, and collapsed onto the sand His two children rushed forward and held him tightGrant had lived on this desolate island for two and a half years He and his two sailors had built a hut from the wreckage of their ship, planted seeds saved from the wreck, hunted goats, and grown vegetables They knew they were far from every shipping route They knew the chance of rescue grew smaller every day Still, they worked every day, and they waitedThe day before, Grant had climbed to the hilltop and seen a wisp of smoke rising on the horizonHe lit a signal fire, plunged into the sea, and tried to swim toward the ship But the ship changed course, and he could only drag himself back to shore with the last of his strengthThe next morning, the Duncan finally drew close to the islandGrant did not know that the people on board were his own childrenAnd he did not know that the bottle drifting on the sea had carried Mary and Robert across half the worldAfter the reunion, Ayrton made a request of Glenarvan: do not hand him over to the courts, but leave him on an uninhabited island He would live by his own labor there, and he would spend the rest of his life atoning for what he had doneIn the end, Ayrton was put ashore on Tabor IslandGrant stood on the deck and watched him The man who had once betrayed him and nearly destroyed them all offered no resistance now He simply stood on the beach, watching the ship sail away in silenceThe Duncan turned its bow toward ScotlandMary was back at her father's side at last, and Robert had decided to become a sailor As the coastline faded behind them, Captain Grant began to speak of a new plan: to find a new land where the poor people of Scotland could build a fresh lifeThis time, he was no longer a missing captain waiting alone to be rescuedHe had his children, his friends, and a ship, and he was sailing on toward the open sea前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。小浣熊奇斯特不愿上学，妈妈用一个"魔法亲亲"，把爱传进他的心里，也收到了爱的回馈。At the edge of the forest, little raccoon Chester clung tightly to his mother's handTears rolling down his cheeks one after anotherTonight was his first night at schoolBut Chester didn't want to go at allHe wanted to stay home with his mother, play with his own toys, read his own books, and swing on his favorite little swing"I'm not going to school," Chester cried, pleading with his mother"I want to stay home"Mother didn't rush himShe simply pulled him close and gently touched his earShe knew that leaving the familiar home and walking into a completely strange place was truly hard for a little raccoonMother told him that some things, even if they seem strange and scary at first, still need to be doneOnce he actually walked in, Chester would meet new friends, play with new toys, read new booksAnd discover that school wasn't as scary as he imaginedBut Chester still kept his head downJust then, Mother suddenly said"I have a secret Maybe it can help you feel as warm at school as you do at home"Chester lifted his face and wiped his tears"What secret"Mother said it was a very old secretShe had learned it from her own mother, and Grandma had learned it from family even longer agoThis secret was called the Kissing HandMother took Chester's left hand, spread his tiny fingers apart one by one, making his palm open like a little fanThen she leaned down and gently kissed the center of his palmChester was stunned at firstThen he felt the kiss travel from his palm, up his arm, over his shoulder, and finally settle into his heartEven the dark mask on his face felt as if it had been softly touched by a wave of warmthMother told him that from now on, if he ever felt lonely or missed her at school, he should press that hand to his cheek and thinkMommy loves youThe kiss would jump to his face and send the warmth back into his heartThen Mother playfully held his fingers together and warned him to be very careful not to lose the kissChester asked worriedly if washing his hands would wash the kiss awayMother smiled and told him no, it wouldn'tSo Chester closed his hand tightlyHe knew that his mother's love would go with him to schoolNo matter how far school was from home, whenever he wanted, he could find it right there in his palmNight fell, and the lights of the forest school came onChester stood at the school gate, gazing at the tall treeThe little raccoon who had been crying moments ago suddenly turned around and said to his mother, "Give me your hand"Mother held out her handChester did exactly what Mother had doneHe spread her fingers apart one by one, making her palm open like a little fanThen he leaned down and carefully kissed the center of her palm"Now you have a Kissing Hand too," he saidMother looked at him, speechlessChester waved goodbye to his mother, turned, and ran along the branch toward the schoolHis steps grew faster and faster, until he was almost dancing on the branchesThe owl's bell rang, and the little animals of the forest filed into the school one by oneMother still stood where she wasShe lifted her left hand and pressed the kiss to her cheekThe warmth Chester had left in her palm slowly spread into her heartIn that moment, she seemed to hear a voice coming from her palmChester loves youAnd up in the tree school, Chester had already walked into the light前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。跟随鹦鹉螺号潜入深海，见证不可思议的海底奇观与人性深处的情感风暴。Fear came from the seaA ship said, something scraped its hull at nightLike a piece of glowing ironAnother ship said, the hull was breached, seawater poured inAll anyone saw was a long dark shadowIn the harbor, sailors whispered about itSome said it was a giant narwhalSome said it was a monster from the deepProfessor Aronnax heard the rumors tooHe was a man who studied the oceanThe more frightening the tales, the more he wanted the truthHe boarded the Abraham LincolnWith him was Conseil, who never left his master's sideOn board was also a harpooner, Ned LandHis temper was hard, his arm even harderNed trusted no mystery, only his harpoonThe warship searched the sea for a long timeBy day, the water was emptyBy night, the deck grew cold in the windOne day, a strange light appeared in the distanceLike a cold flame moving beneath the surfaceThe whole crew rushed to the deckCannons turned, harpoons raisedThe ship chased the lightBut the thing was faster than any shipIt vanished, then reappeared behind the wavesNed threw his harpoonMetal struck the target, but bit into no fleshOnly a hard clang rang outThe next moment, the impact tilted the shipAronnax was hurled into the dark cold seaConseil did not hesitate, he jumped in after himNed landed nearbyThe three men struggled in the wavesAt last they climbed onto the back of the monsterTheir hands touched not scales, not skinIt was cold steelAt dawn, the steel plates openedSilent men led them insideThere was no smell of beasts, only metal and lightMachines hummed quietlyA man walked out, his eyes deep and coldHe was Captain Nemo, master of the NautilusNemo did not kill themHe gave them food, rooms, and booksHe also showed them a seabed no human had ever seenBut he left one sentence with themThose who know the secret, cannot return to landFrom that moment on, wonder and captivity became oneAronnax watched through thick glass as fish swam through the darkLike ribbons of colored windHe put on a diving suit, walked across the seafloor forestThe sand beneath his feet made no soundLight from above fell through the water in layersConseil stayed beside him, calmly naming every fishAs long as his master was near, fear stayed tucked in his pocketNed grew quieter by the dayThe most beautiful coral was still a prison wallThe richest sea feast could not replace a piece of breadHe was not unimpressedHe just knew wonders could not take the place of freedomCaptain Nemo was as hard to read as the sea itselfHe showed them gold and silver inside sunken shipsHe also gave wealth to the suffering on landHe saved a pearl diver from a shark in the Indian OceanThen coldly refused to speak of his pastHe said he had cut all ties with landYet his heart was still stung by the suffering of the landOne time, the Nautilus stopped at a coral cemeteryThe dead crewman was carried into the seaBuried among the quiet coralNo bells, no crowdOnly water flowing slowly pastAronnax felt for the first time, this ship was a drifting tombCarrying secrets, and wounds that could not be spokenLater, they broke into the Antarctic iceWhite walls surrounded them on every sideThe submarine was trapped beneath the iceThe air grew thinner by the minuteThe crew took turns digging at the ice, their faces turning grayAronnax could almost hear each breath growing faintJust when they could hold on no longer, the Nautilus smashed throughIt shot back to the surfaceFresh air rushed inLike a life flowing back into the chestBut the danger did not endIn the Atlantic, a giant squid wrapped itself around the submarineIts tentacles slid across the hull, like black ropesThe crew rushed to the deck to fightNed swung his harpoonNemo himself charged into the battleIn the chaos, a crewman was swept awayHis voice swallowed by the wind and wavesNemo stood there, his face without tearsOnly a deeper silenceAfter that, he appeared less and lessAronnax began to understandNemo hid in the sea not because there were no peopleBut because the land had taken too much from himHome, family, his former name, all locked inside his heartHatred had not been washed away by the seaIt simply traveled with the Nautilus, always lurkingAt last, the enemy warship appeared on the horizonNemo recognized itAronnax saw the captain's face changeLike years of darkness suddenly finding an outletThe warship fired, the Nautilus doveLike a silent blade, it struck the ship's hull from belowAronnax watched through the glass as the ship tilted, cracked, sankFigures on the deck struggled and vanished into the wavesIn that moment, the sea was no longer wonderIt became the abyss of revengeNemo returned to his cabin, knelt before the portraits of his wife and childAronnax knew at last he could not stayNemo deserved pity, and he inspired fearHe had shown them the deepest beauty of the worldAnd dragged them into his deepest hatredThe chance to escape came near the coast of NorwayNed whispered, land is not farThe three slipped toward the skiff in the darkAronnax looked back one last time, heard a cry from deep within the cabinLike a man in the darkness begging for everything to stopThe moment the skiff left the Nautilus, the sea began to spinThey had sailed into the great maelstromWaves lifted the skiff and hurled it downIn the darkness nothing could be seenThey could only cling to the planks, hear the sea roar like a machineWhen Aronnax awoke, he lay on a small island in NorwayConseil and Ned were still aliveIn the distance, the sea was grayThe surface was utterly emptyNo sign of the steel submarineNo sign of Captain NemoHe had taken them twenty thousand leagues under the seaShown them coral, ice fields, shipwrecks and light in the darknessBut all that remained on the water was a quiet rippleWhere the Nautilus went, no one knowsWhether Nemo is still down there, no one knows前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个女孩掉进兔子洞，在荒诞离奇的地下世界展开一场难忘的冒险。The afternoon by the riverbank was hot and quietAlice's sister sat on the grass reading a bookAlice sat next to her, so bored she could almost fall asleepThe book had no pictures and no conversations, and she could not see what was interesting about itThe air felt still, the grass pressed against her arm, and the water in the distance swayed gentlyA white rabbit ran past herIt was not an ordinary rabbitIt wore a waistcoat, glanced at its pocket watch, and said in a hurry that it was going to be lateAlice snapped awake at onceShe did not have time to think about how strange this was — she just knew she could not let it get awayShe chased the rabbit and crawled into a hole at the root of a treeThe hole was very deep, and she kept falling downCabinets, bookshelves, maps and empty bottles floated past her, and she still had time to wonder if she would fall all the way to the other side of the earthWhen she finally landed, the rabbit had already turned a corner down the hallway and disappeared, leaving only a tiny door and a glass table waiting for herOn the table lay a small key, and behind the door was a beautiful gardenBut the door was too small for her to get throughShe drank what was in the bottle and shrank very small, but now she could not reach the key on the tableShe ate a cake and shot up tall again, her head nearly touching the ceilingShe criedHer tears grew and grew until they formed a poolWhen she shrank again, she found herself splashing into her own tearsA mouse, a duck, a dodo bird and many other animals were floundering in the water tooEveryone climbed out dripping wet, and nobody knew how to get dryIn the end they ran a race that anyone could start and anyone could finish, and the prize was something Alice pulled from her own pocketThis place did not make sense from the very beginningThe white rabbit appeared again, mistook Alice for a maid and sent her to fetch gloves and a fan from his houseAlice went inside, saw a bottle, drank from it, and grew so big again that her arms stretched out the windows and her feet filled the roomThe rabbit and the animals outside panicked and threw pebbles at the houseThe pebbles turned into little cakes, and Alice ate one to shrink again and escapeIn the woods she met a caterpillarThe caterpillar sat on a mushroom, slowly smoking a hookah, and asked who she wasAlice could not answerShe had changed so many times today that even she did not know who she was anymoreThe caterpillar did not comfort herIt only said that one side of the mushroom would make her taller and the other side would make her shorterAlice broke the mushroom into two pieces and nibbled at each side, trying to get back to the right sizeBut in this world, being the right size never lasted longAs soon as she could walk again, she arrived at the Duchess's kitchenSmoke filled the room, the cook was throwing pepper into the soup, and the baby was crying loudlyThe Duchess held the child like a burdenAlice took the baby, wanting to take it awayBut the child squirmed and twisted in her arms, its nose pushed upward and its voice changedWhen she looked down, it was no longer a baby — it had become a little pigThe pig ran into the woods, and Alice stood there, not knowing whether to be scared or to laughOn a branch, the Cheshire Cat slowly showed its grinning faceIt said that everyone here was madOne way led to the Hatter, the other way led to the March HareAlice said she did not want to stay with mad peopleThe cat said there was no escaping them hereAlice walked up to a tea tableThe Mad Hatter, the March Hare and the Dormouse were crowded around the table with many cups set out but never enough seatsTheir talk went in circles, their riddles had no answersTime itself seemed to have been offended and stopped forever at teatimeAlice tried to reason with them, tried to follow their thinking, but every sentence got twisted and every question became another questionShe left the tea table, walked through a door, and saw a gardenGardeners were painting white roses red — they had planted the wrong color and were afraid the Queen of Hearts would cut off their headsThe Queen arrived with a whole procession of card soldiersHer voice was sharp, and she ordered beheadings at every turnThe King whispered quietly nearby, trying to smooth things over, and the soldiers scrambled to obeyNobody knew whether those orders would ever really be carried outAlice was pulled into a game of croquetThe balls were hedgehogs, the mallets were flamingos, and the hoops were card soldiers bending overThe hedgehogs ran away, the flamingos twisted their heads, and the hoops moved around tooThe Queen kept getting angry and shouting for beheadingsAlice realized that the scariest thing here was not how strict the rules were, but that the rules changed all the while and everyone still pretended they were realThe Gryphon took her to meet the Mock TurtleThe Mock Turtle sobbed as it told stories about its school, about lessons with strange names, sounding both truly sad and like it was jokingAs Alice listened, she was taken off to a trialThe courtroom was packedThe Knave of Hearts was accused of stealing the Queen's tartsThe King served as judge, and the jurors hurried to write their own names on slates so they would not forgetWitness after witness came up, but nothing they said made any real senseThe Mad Hatter carried his teacup, the Dormouse was pushed around, and the evidence was as light as a scrap of paper, yet everyone held it up with great seriousnessAlice sat to one side, and her body began to grow againAt first she tried to stay quiet, but the more she heard, the more absurd it seemedThe King said to pass the verdict before the judgment, and the Queen just kept shouting for beheadingsThe whole courtroom was like a game getting noisier and noisier, with everyone putting on solemn faces to defend a hollow orderThis time, Alice did not shrink herselfShe stood up and looked at the fluttering cards — the Queen, the King, the soldiers and the jurors — and suddenly understood that they were not as big as she had imaginedShe was no longer afraid of their shouting, and she no longer felt the need to make everything reasonableThe cards flew toward herAlice waved them away — and snapped her eyes openShe was still on the riverbank, her head resting on her sister's lapWhat fell down on her was not cards but leavesThe sunshine was still there, the river was still there, and her sister's hand gently brushed her faceShe told her sister about the dream — the White Rabbit, the garden, the tea party, the courtroomThen she got up and ran homeThe grass grew quiet againHer sister sat alone for a while, as if she could still see the shadow of that strange world, as if she could see Alice grown up, still remembering this afternoon, remembering a rabbit in a waistcoat with a pocket watch, remembering falling into a dream where nothing followed the rules前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一只家犬被命运抛入冰天雪地的荒野，在棍棒与狼群中找回深埋血脉的野性呼唤。Buck, as he was led out of Judge Miller's house, did not know he was leaving the safest place he would ever haveBefore that day, he belonged to the sun, the grass, and the stablesHe knew every path in the yard, for he was like the little master of the estateBut the hand that led him was not the hand that took him for walksManuel owed gambling debts and sold Buck to strangersThe rope tightened, the crate closed, and the sounds outside faded awayFor the first time, Buck learned that a human hand could shut everything familiar behind himHe crashed against the crate walls in fury until he was dragged out to face a man in a red sweaterBuck lunged, and the club came downOnce, twice, again and againThe pain taught him that teeth do not always win, and anger does not always win—the one still standing is the one holding the clubThe cold of the North soon swallowed his old identityBuck was bought by Perrault and François and joined the sled teamThere were no cushions or food bowls there—only snow, whips, dogs panting white breath, and food that could be stolen at any momentCurly's death showed Buck the teeth of the wildThe gentle dog only wanted to approach a strange dog, but she was knocked downThe pack surged over her at once, and the snow became nothing but thrashing, screaming, and bloodBy the time men drove them off with clubs, Curly could no longer standBuck stared at the trampled snow and remembered one thing, here, once you fall, you never give the enemy a second chanceHe began to learnHe learned to dig into the snow and bury his body for the nightHe learned to steal food when others turned awayHe learned to listen for the whip and to read the eyes of his teammatesThe lead dog, Spitz, watched him constantlySpitz was calm, cunning, and cruel—he knew how to make the other show weaknessBuck resisted at first, then learned to waitHe no longer wasted his fury in growls but saved his strength for the final momentThe duel finally broke out on the snowThe dogs formed a silent circleSpitz dodged again and again, then bit back just as quicklyWounds split open on Buck's body, and blood dripped into the snowHe did not retreatAt last, he broke Spitz's footing, lunged, and pinned him downWhen the pack rushed in, the old lead dog vanished into the snowThe next day, Buck stood at the front of the teamAs the sled set off again, the traces tightened across his chest, and the wind rushed past his earsBut the wild never rewards anyone for longAfter the masters changed, the trail grew longer and the food grew scarcerThe dogs dragged their weary bodies forwardDave fell ill, walking crookedly, yet still stubbornly insisted on returning to his place in the harnessLater, the men took Dave behind the treesWhen the gunshot rang out, the team did not look backThe snow still fell, the traces still pulled forward, and Buck only buried the sound deeper in his chestBy the time Hal, Charles, and Mercedes took over the team, disaster was already waiting on the trailThey brought too much baggage and understood nothing of hunger or coldThey argued, cut the dogs' rations, and drove the dogs forward with the whipOne by one, the dogs collapsed, and the humans' panic pressed down like an even heavier load on those who remainedBy the time they reached John Thornton's camp, Buck no longer wanted to riseIt was not laziness—every bone in his body was telling him the road ahead could not be traveledHal raised the club and struck him again and againBuck lay in the snow and bore it in silenceThornton burst forwardHe tore the club away, cut the traces from Buck's body, and pulled him from that doomed teamHal and the others drove on with the remaining dogsSoon after, the sled slid onto thin ice, and men, dogs, and baggage sank together into the riverBuck did not see it happen, but he knew—that fall was not a defeatBeside Thornton, Buck learned a different way of drawing nearThis man's hands did not fall without reason, and his voice carried no crack of impatienceBuck could lay his head against Thornton's knee, or grip his hand in his teeth without really biting downWhen Thornton was in danger, Buck would charge forward without hesitationHe had saved Thornton, and he had pulled a heavy sled to win a wager for himBut what weighed heavier in Buck's heart was the long-lost belonging he felt when Thornton held him closeYet late at night, a voice in the forest kept calling to himThe voice rose from his blood, traveling through the snow, the moonlight, and the dark, pressing against his ear—telling him to run, to leave the firelight, to go smell the farther windAgain and again he walked into the forest, and again and again he returned to Thornton's sideThornton was the warm hand, the place by the fireThe forest was the footsteps in the shadows, the scent of prey, the freedom he knew better with every passing dayUntil the day he came back from afar and the camp held no human soundThe fire was cold, the belongings scattered, the air thick with the smell of bloodThornton lay there, never to call his name againBuck lowered his head and stayed beside that body a long, long timeEverything that had tied him to the world of men snapped in that momentHe charged at the men who had attacked the camp, like a black wind full of teethTerror exploded among them—they had never seen a dog like this, and they did not know it was no longer a dog that obeyed menBuck killed them, scattered them, and at last stood in the silent camp, hearing the call from deep in the forest rise once moreThis time, he did not look backWhen the wolves appeared among the trees, Buck went forward to meet themHe ran with them, fought them, tested them, until they accepted him and followed himThe moonlight fell on his back, and the snow recorded his tracks before the wind quickly smoothed them awayLater, the people of the North told tales of a ghostly giant dog in the forest, running at the head of the wolf packEvery year, Buck would return to that old camp, walk to the place where Thornton fell, and lower his head to smell the silent earthThen he would lift his head and howl long into the cold skyAfter the howl faded, the forest closed around him againBuck turned and ran, crossing snow, rivers, and the black shadows of trees, vanishing into the wild that belonged to him前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一只小鹿在森林中经历成长、失去与独立，从懵懂幼崽到孤独王者的生命之旅。In the deepest part of the forest, just as spring was unfolding the leaves, a little fawn was bornHe lay in a soft nest of grass, his body still damp with the moisture of birth His mother bent her head low and licked him, over and over The woods were quiet, and the sunlight sifted through the leaves into tiny bright spots that fell upon his back Those spots of light mingled with the spots on his coat, as if the forest had hidden him in its arms from the very beginningHis name was BambiIn those first days, Bambi knew nothing at all He thought the world was his mother's body, the warm milk, the narrow paths between the bushes, and those sounds that suddenly began and suddenly stopped Squirrels quarreled in the branches, birds fluttered among the leaves, a hare darted out of the grass and vanished just as fast Everything amazed him, and he wanted to ask his mother about every single thingHis mother often answered him, and often stayed silent Bambi slowly discovered that the forest was not only gentle A weasel would bite a mouse to death, a bird would steal another's nest, and in the grass there was running and there was chasing His mother led him forward, but she did not explain everything She only made him remember to walk lightly, to keep his ears up, that there was news in the wind, and news in the silence tooOne day, his mother took him to the meadowThat was the first time Bambi had ever seen so much light The trees suddenly fell away behind him, and before him opened a vast space where blades of grass shimmered silver in the wind Butterflies were like flowers that could fly, and a grasshopper shot out from in front of him and vanished in an instant Bambi was so happy he nearly forgot to be afraid He wanted to run forward, wanted to stamp his hooves across the whole meadowBut his mother stood at the edge, perfectly stillShe listened first, then looked, then smelled Only after a very long time did she let Bambi step out Bambi did not understand then why his mother was most tense in the brightest place Later he would learn that the meadow lets a deer see far away, and also lets things far away see the deerIn the meadow, Bambi met his aunt Ena, and two fawns about his own age One was called Faline, lively and quick, her eyes bright as a stream The other was called Gobo, weaker in body, always staying close to his mother, yet trying hard to make himself look braveThe three children soon played together They chased, they leaped, they showed off the skills they had just learned In those days Bambi believed that growing up meant nothing more than running faster, jumping higher, and knowing the names of more small creaturesUntil one day, they saw several tall stags walking through the treesThose stags seemed to emerge from ancient shadows, crowns of branching antlers on their heads, silent and solemn, utterly unlike the mothers Bambi held his breath and watched them pass Only later did he learn that among them were their fathers But the fathers did not play with the children, nor stay by the mothers' side They belonged to the deeper paths of the forest, to loneliness, to alertness, and to dangers that no one could quite nameBambi slowly grew, and his mother began to leave himAt first, he was terribly afraid Whenever his mother was gone, he would call for her through the trees, his voice rising one after another, small and frantic Then an old stag appeared before him Bambi had never seen a stag like him He was tall and lean, his gaze calm, as if he had long ago seen through every path in the forestHe scolded Bambi for not being able to stay by himselfBambi felt ashamed, and hurt He did not yet understand that his mother's leaving was not a lack of love, but the forest pushing him toward growing up in the coldest wayWinter cameThe snow fell, covering the grass, covering the scents, covering many of the paths that led home The forest was no longer abundant, and all the animals grew quiet Hunger slowed their steps, and the cold made their bodies shiver It was in this winter that Man cameThey were not a single sound They had footsteps, they had shouts, they had hounds, they had gunsThe forest exploded Birds burst into the air, hares scattered wildly, the herd of deer fled across the snow Bambi ran with his mother, the white snow kicked up and flying in all directions All he heard was his mother telling him to run, not to look back When the gunshot rang out, the air felt torn open And when everything slowly fell quiet, Bambi could no longer find his motherHe waited in the snow, searched among the bushes, sniffed along the paths they had once walked together But his mother did not come backGobo was gone too Many familiar voices were gone After that winter, Bambi truly understood that the forest could hold a child in its arms, and could also, one day, leave him all alone without a single word of explanationTime passed, and Bambi grew antlers He was no longer the fawn who could only call for his mother Other stags would close in on him, test him, ram him He was bullied, and he learned to fight back When summer came again, he met Faline, now grownFaline was still beautiful, still light on her feet She came running from the meadow, like old days suddenly returning before his eyes Bambi fought other stags for her, antlers crashing together, bodies crashing together Pain, panting breath, the smell of earth and crushed grass all mixed together In the end, he wonFor a while, Bambi and Faline were often together They walked through the woods, out to the edge of the meadow, and listened to the early morning wind Bambi almost believed that the warmth he had lost could come back in another formBut the forest never lets anyone stay in warmth foreverOnce, Bambi heard a doe's call coming from far away The voice was soft and urgent, like Faline calling to him He nearly rushed toward it at once Just then, the old stag blocked his way Bambi was angry, struggled, could not understand why he must not goThe old stag only told him to listenThe voice sounded again, so alike, so alike it made his heart uneasy But it was not Faline It was a voice that Man had learned to make, a bait woven from love and urgency, waiting for a young stag to walk into the gun's mouthBambi stood still, and for the first time he understood that fear did not come from the darkness, but from wanting too much to believeLater, Gobo came backEveryone had thought he died that winter long ago, yet he returned to the meadow from beyond the forest He said that Man had saved him, given him food, kept him alive He carried the marks of Man upon him, and when he spoke of those days there was a kind of pride in his voice He believed he knew Man, and he believed Man would not harm himHis mother Ena was happy for him, and Faline and Marena listened with wonder Only the old stag looked at him and said he was pitiful Bambi could not yet say why, but he felt there was a dangerous brightness about Gobo It was not courage It was a blindness born of having once been protectedNot long after, Gobo walked out onto the meadow again When Man appeared, he did not run He believed he was different from the other deer, believed that because he had once been saved, he would never be harmedThe gunshot rang out, and Gobo fellThe forest did not pause for his mistake The meadow was still bright, the wind still blew, and the other deer could only retreat from that open space back into the shadows of the trees Bambi saw that the most terrible thing was not never having seen danger, but having seen it and still treating the exception as the ruleBambi spent less and less time with Faline He still remembered her, and her voice could still stir him, but he began to walk deeper and more hidden paths The old stag taught him to avoid the routes Man often took, taught him to recognize snares, taught him not to mistake a familiar trail for safetyLater, Bambi was shotPain burned through his body, and the blood trickled down drop by drop The baying of hounds chased behind him, and the footsteps of Man chased behind him Bambi could barely hold on The old stag appeared, forcing him to circle, forcing him to scramble his own scent, forcing him to keep moving through the pain Every step felt like it would tear him apart, but he could not stopOnly when the blood slowly stopped and the sounds of pursuit faded did Bambi collapse into a hidden place The old stag stayed with him, waiting until he could stand again In that silence, Bambi understood that staying alive was not a beautiful thing Sometimes it was only enduring the pain, keeping your mouth shut, and placing your hoof on the next fallen leafMany years passed, and Bambi grew old His coat no longer held only the colors of spring, and his eyes carried much silence The old stag led him to see a dead human The man lay fallen in the forest, brought down by another human's gunBambi stood beside the body and did not move for a long timeSo humans could fall too So those footsteps that made the whole forest tremble were not gods in the sky They were powerful, cruel, clever, they set traps, they mimicked calls, they could take away mothers and friends, but they too could bleed, and they too could die at the hands of their own kindThe old stag looked at Bambi Now that the time for parting had come, he no longer spoke to him only with cold lessons He admitted that he had always loved Bambi And then he called him my sonAfter these words, the old stag walked into the depths of the forest and never returnedAnother spring, Bambi met two little fawns among the trees They stood in the shadows of the branches, calling for their mother in panic, their voices just like his own from many years ago Bambi stopped and looked at themHe did not go over to comfort them He only told them to stop crying out, to learn to be aloneThe fawns stood frozen where they were The wind passed through the young leaves, and the light of the meadow shone in from the distance As Bambi turned to leave, he thought of Faline, and he saw in one of the fawns a familiar shadow, the kind that would one day grow into strengthThe forest went on growing New children were born, and new hoofprints pressed into the old paths Mothers would leave, gunshots would ring out, and the meadow would shine in the early morningAnd Bambi walked among the shadows of the trees, slowly vanishing into the deeper green前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一块面包换来十九年牢狱，一对银烛台照亮一生的救赎之路。When Jean Valjean walked out of prison, all he had on him was a yellow passportThat paper was heavier than chainsIt told every inn, every door, every person who saw him, this man has been in prisonNineteen years ago, he had stolen a loaf of bread for his sister's starving childNineteen years later, he had become a silent, hardened man, pushed out by the worldAt night, he knocked on doors in the cold windSome drove him away, some set their dogs on himAt last, a bishop opened his door, sat him down, fed him, and gave him a clean bedJean Valjean did not trust this kindnessIn the middle of the night, he stole the bishop's silver and fledHe was soon caught by the gendarmes and brought back, the silver still on himThe bishop looked at him, but did not expose himThe bishop said the silver had been a gift all alongThen he brought out a pair of silver candlesticks and placed them in Jean Valjean's hands, as if handing him the last road forwardJean Valjean walked out clutching the silver, as if something had struck himHe did not know whom to hate, nor where to goAfter that night, the convict who had only known how to fight the world with his fists began to hide himself away, bit by bit, and live as another manYears later, a man named Madeleine appeared in a seaside townHe opened a factory, helped the poor, and became mayorPeople respected him, for he was quiet and hardworking, and because he always seemed to see the suffering others missedBut Inspector Javert kept his eyes on himJavert believed the law was as hard as stoneA criminal was a criminal, even in fine clothes, even praised by the whole town, in his bones, he was still a criminalIn that very town, Fantine was falling, step by step, into the depthsShe had left her daughter Cosette with the Thénardiers and gone to work in a factoryShe believed that if she endured, saved, and sent money home, her daughter would have food to eat and clothes to wearBut when it was discovered she had a child out of wedlock, the factory turned her outAfter that, she sold her golden hair, sold her teeth, sold everything she had left to sellShe grew thinner and thinner, her cough grew worse and worse, and still she had to believe her daughter far away was being taken care ofIn truth, Cosette was living like a little servant in the Thénardiers' dark houseShe carried water, took the scoldings, wore rags, and on winter nights hauled a bucket bigger than herself into the woodsShe did not know her mother was giving her life away for her, little by littleJean Valjean discovered Fantine's suffering at a moment already too lateHe rescued her, gave her shelter, and promised he would bring Cosette backBut just then, another poor man was mistaken for Jean Valjean and about to be sentenced for his crimesJean Valjean could go on being mayor, could go on protecting the people in his factory, could let that stranger sink in his placeHe wrestled with himself all night, then walked into the courtroom and spoke his nameIt was not her daughter who came to Fantine, but the footsteps of JavertShe heard that Jean Valjean was to be arrested again, heard hope shatter beside her bedWhen she died, Cosette was still far away, her hands cracked with cold, her eyes without a single grown-up's true loveJean Valjean did not forget his promiseHe escaped his pursuers and found Cosette on Christmas EveThe child was dragging a water bucket back from the woods, her small body swallowed by the darkJean Valjean walked over and took the handle in his handsFrom that moment on, Cosette had a hand she could hold ontoHe took her away from the Thénardiers, then hid with her in Paris, hid in a conventFor many years, he dared not make too much noise, dared not stand in too bright a placeHe poured all his tenderness into CosetteWhen she grew a little taller, he felt a quiet joyWhen she glanced a little longer at the world outside, he feared the day would come when he could not keep herCosette grew upIn a garden, she met MariusThe two young souls only saw each other from a distance, missed each other again and again, yet their hearts had already crossed the garden wallJean Valjean saw the change in Cosette's eyesHe understood for the first time that the child he had saved could not belong forever to his loneliness aloneLove had given him a life, and now it was beginning to push him toward lossThe streets of Paris grew restlessYoung men gathered, talking of the suffering of the poor, of the republic, of the uprising about to igniteMarius too went to the barricadeBelieving he had lost Cosette, he gave his life to a battle that had almost no hope of winningWhen Jean Valjean heard the news, he too went to the barricadeHe did not come for any flagHe only knew that the man Cosette loved was thereCannon fire, smoke, rubble, blood, the night pressed down lowOne by one, the young men on the barricade fellThe boy Gavroche gathered bullets under the gunfire, as if picking up scraps of hope from the ruins, until he too lay still in the streetJavert was captured by the rebels and handed over to Jean ValjeanThe man who had hunted him all his life now stood before him, waiting to dieJean Valjean led him to a quiet corner, but did not fireHe cut the ropes and let him goJavert could not understandThe law told him Jean Valjean should be arrestedEverything unfolding before his eyes told him this criminal had saved a man, forgiven his enemy, and was carrying a young man's life through the darknessAfter the barricade fell, Jean Valjean lifted the wounded Marius onto his back and disappeared into the sewers of ParisAbove was gunfire, below was sewage, mud, and an endless blackHe pressed on, step by step, as if carrying the whole weight of Cosette's futureAt last, he carried Marius out of the darknessJavert was waiting thereBut this time, Javert did not lock him up at onceThe man who had believed in nothing but the iron law all his life was cornered by Jean Valjean's goodness, with nowhere left to goDeep in the night, he walked to the river and threw himself inMarius survived and married CosetteOn the wedding day, Jean Valjean stood beside the happiness, yet stood outside itHe told Marius about his past, that he was a convict, and then he left of his own accordHe believed this was how to protect CosetteSo he stopped visiting her as oftenThe room grew colder, his steps grew slowerThe old man who had once carried a man through the sewers was left in the end with only a chair, a candle's light, and a heart too afraid to ask for loveUntil at last Marius learned that the man who had saved him was Jean ValjeanHe rushed with Cosette to the old man's sideJean Valjean saw Cosette coming, as if from a great distance he saw that small hand againThe bishop's silver candlesticks glowed beside himThat light had traveled from a night many years ago to this very moment, shining past bread and chains and courtrooms and barricades and sewers, and now it fell upon a man's face at the endHe took no wealth with him, and no fameHe had only placed Cosette into the hands of the one she loved, repaid what he owed where he could, and little by little saved himself from hateThe candlelight burned quietlyJean Valjean closed his eyes, and at last, he stopped running前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一头老驴带着老狗、老猫和公鸡，踏上通往不来梅的音乐之路，却在一间强盗的小屋里找到了真正的家。The donkey was oldOnce, he carried heavy sacks every day, back and forth between the mill and the village roadHis back grew more and more bent, his steps slower and slower, and his master, seeing there was little strength left to squeeze out of him, slowly lost all patienceThe donkey heard those wordsHe knew staying would lead to no goodSo one day, without waiting for the whip to fall, he lowered his head and quietly walked away down the roadHe was heading to BremenThere were streets there, and crowds, and maybe someone would be willing to listen to an old donkey singSince he could no longer carry things, he thought, he might as well become a musicianHalfway there, he saw a hound lying by the road, panting heavily, as if even standing up was a struggleThe donkey asked him why he looked so downcastThe hound said he was old, could no longer run, and could not catch prey anymoreHis master thought keeping him was useless and wanted to beat him to deathHe had no choice but to run away, but after escaping, he had no idea where else to goAfter hearing this, the donkey said, then come with meI am going to Bremen to be a musician, and you can beat the drum or sing the bassWe can always earn a meal with our voicesThe hound lifted his head and looked at this equally old and weary donkeyWith nowhere better to go, he followed him down the roadThe two old fellows continued on their wayNot long after, they saw a cat sitting by the road, his face long and drawn, as if he had just stepped out of the rainThe cat said his teeth were loose, he was no good at catching mice anymore, and all he wanted was to doze by the stoveBut his mistress thought he was useless and wanted to throw him into the water to drownHe had escaped, but he did not know how to surviveThe donkey said, then come with usYou know the songs of the night, your voice is sharp and bright, in Bremen, that might just come in handyThe cat thought for a moment, stood up, shook the dust from his coat, and joined the bandLater, they passed a farmyard and saw a rooster standing at the gate, crowing at the top of his lungsThat sound was not like a morning call, it was more like saying goodbye to someoneThe donkey asked him why he was crowing so sadlyThe rooster said guests were coming tomorrow, and the mistress had already said she would turn him into soupToday he could still stand at the gate and crow, but tomorrow there would be nothing left but a pot of steamThe donkey said, then you come with us tooYour voice is so bright, it would be a shame to leave it in a potLet us go to Bremen together, and form a bandAnd so the donkey, the hound, the cat, and the rooster, four creatures cast out by their old lives, walked on together down the roadBut Bremen was farther than they had thoughtThe sky slowly darkened, the trees along the road turned black one by one, and the wind passed through the woods like someone whisperingToo tired to go on, they had to find a place in the forest to spend the nightThe rooster flew up into a tree and looked into the distanceSuddenly he called out, saying there was a light over thereThey walked toward the light and saw a house deep in the forestThrough the window glowed firelight, a table was spread with food, and inside sat a band of robbers, eating, drinking, and laughingThe four animals stood outside, cold and hungryThey had no knives and no guns, only their voices and a handful of old bonesThe donkey thought for a moment and told everyone to stack upThe donkey stood at the bottom, the hound jumped onto his back, the cat climbed onto the hound's back, and the rooster flew to the very topAs they drew near the window, all four voices burst out at onceThe donkey brayed, the hound barked wildly, the cat screeched, and the rooster crowed at full volumeThe next moment, they crashed through the window together and charged into the houseThe robbers could not make out what it was at all, they only saw dark shapes rushing in, glass shattering everywhere, and the room filling with terrible shrieksScared out of their wits, they dropped their food and fled into the forestThe house fell quiet all at onceThe four animals stood by the table, breathing in the smell of hot food, and not one of them said a wordIt had been a long time since any of them had seen a meal this solid and realThe donkey ate the hay, the hound gnawed the bones, the cat licked the plates, and the rooster pecked at the breadcrumbsAfter they had eaten their fill, they found places to sleepThe donkey lay down on the straw pile in the yard, the hound slept behind the door, the cat curled up by the stove, and the rooster flew up onto the roof beamThe firelight faded little by little, the night of the forest wrapped around the little house, and for the first time, the house belonged not to robbers, but to four old animals who had run awayIn the middle of the night, the robbers saw from afar that the house had gone quiet, so they sent one man back to investigateThe man crept into the dark house, saw two glowing points by the stove, thought they were embers, and reached out to light a candleBut those were the cat's eyesThe cat was startled awake, pounced at him fiercely, and scratched his faceThe robber turned and ran, but just as he reached the door, the hound bit him hard on the legHe dashed into the yard, and the donkey raised his hind legs and kicked him flyingThe rooster on the roof beam was woken too and let out a piercing crowThe robber tumbled all the way back to the forest and, trembling all over, told his companions, inside the house was a terrible witch who had clawed his face, by the door was a man with a knife who had stabbed his leg, in the yard was a black monster who had beaten him with a club, and on the roof was a judge who kept shouting to bring him forwardAfter hearing this, the robbers never dared go near that house againWhen morning came, the forest was still the same forest, and the road still led to BremenBut the four animals were in no hurry to keep goingThey looked at the table, at the fire in the stove, at the straw pile by the door and the spot on the roof beam, and suddenly understood, this place was already good enoughThey had set out to become musicians in BremenIn the end, they never reached BremenThey simply moved into a little house left behind by robbersThe donkey could walk slowly, the hound could guard the door, the cat could sleep by the warm stove, and the rooster stood on the rooftop every day to wake the morningThe forest was vast, and the night would still fall darkBut from that day on, the four old creatures who had been driven from their homes were never driven away again前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一只勇敢的小黑鱼带领伙伴们团结起来，用智慧吓退大鱼，在奇妙海底世界中发现自我的故事。In a corner of the sea, there lived a school of little red fish, only one was black, and his name was SwimmySwimmy swam faster than all his brothers and sistersOne day, a big fierce tuna came rushing in, it opened its huge mouth and swallowed all the little red fish in one gulp, only Swimmy escapedSwimmy swam into the deep sea, scared and lonelyThe sea was full of wonderful creatures, and Swimmy saw them allJellyfish floated like transparent rainbow umbrellas in the waterA big lobster walked by with huge claws, like an underwater machineA school of strange fish swam back and forth in perfect order, pulled by invisible stringsA forest of seaweed swayed gently on the rocks, with no beginning or end in sightSea anemones looked like pink palm trees, dancing in the currentSwimmy looked at all this and smiled happilyHe swam on and on, until he saw a school of little red fish hiding in the shadow of a reef"Come out and play, there are so many wonderful things to see," Swimmy said"No, the big fish will eat us all," the little red fish answeredSwimmy thought and thought for a long timeSuddenly, he said, "I've got it""You must all swim together, and swim like one big fish"One by one, the little red fish pressed close togetherThey became one big red fish, the biggest fish in the sea"I will be the eye," Swimmy saidWhen morning came, they swam out into the cool dawn waterThe big red fish sparkled in the sunlight, and the shadows of the big fish scattered and fled前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个孤儿从沼泽走向伦敦，追逐绅士梦却发现财富来自逃犯，最终在幻灭中找回真正的爱与尊严。When the wind blew across the marshes, Pip was still just a little boy.He stood before his parents' gravestones, looking at a row of stones under the gray sky.No one was around, only mud, reeds, a distant river, and a child's unstoppable fearJust then, a man in prison clothes lunged from behind a gravestone, chains dragging at his feet, his face marked by hunger and cold.The man grabbed him and demanded he bring food tomorrow, and a file.Otherwise, someone would come and tear his body apart.Pip trembled with fear, went home and stole a meat pie and brandy from his sister's kitchen, then stole a file from his brother in law Joe's forge, and ran into the marshes before dawnHe thought he was only doing this to stay alive.He did not know then that this convict would pull his whole life in another direction.Pip lived at his sister's house.His sister ruled him with scolding and a stick, as if raising him was a debt that could never be repaid.Only Joe was different.Joe was a blacksmith with rough hands, his clothes smelling of forge fire and iron filings, but he always spoke to Pip slowly, as if afraid of startling him.The steadiest warmth Pip had in that home was the shadow of Joe sitting by the fire.But later, Pip was taken into Miss Havisham's house.That house seemed locked in time.The curtains were heavy, the light was dim, the wedding feast on the table had long rotted, and the clocks had stopped many years agoMiss Havisham wore a yellowed wedding dress, as if she had withered into old age from a wedding that never ended.Beside her was a girl, Estella, beautiful and cold, like a finely polished cold instrument.The first time Pip saw her, she looked down on him.She mocked his coarse hands, his clumsy boots, and his unrefined speechThose words were small, but they pierced Pip's heart like needles.Back at the forge, he began to stare at his own hands, at Joe's apron, at everything familiar by the fire, and felt shame for the first timeHe could have been Joe's apprentice, keeping to the anvil, the sparks, the supper, and the country lanes, living a steady but rough lifeBut Estella's eyes made him believe he had to become someone else.Someone who spoke well, dressed neatly, and would not be laughed at.Soon, a lawyer from London named Jaggers told him that an anonymous benefactor was willing to give him a large sum of money, to leave the forge, go to London for an education, and become a gentleman.Pip believed almost at once that the person must be Miss Havisham.He thought it was all arranged.Miss Havisham had let him meet Estella, made him fall in love with her, then gave him wealth and status, and perhaps in the end would place Estella in his handsThe fantasy was too sweet and too pleasing, so he asked no questions and left Joe with a pride as fresh as his new clothes and new name.When Joe came to London to see him, he stood in Pip's fine room, not even knowing where to put his hat.Watching Joe's awkwardness, Pip felt not pain, but embarrassment.He wished Joe would leave quickly, wished his poor origins would not be seen by anyone.After Joe left, the room fell quiet.Pip did not become more of a true gentleman because of it.He spent money in London, ran up debts, befriended Herbert, and learned the manners of a gentleman, but the deepest place in his heart remained emptyEstella appeared again and again, and left again and again.She never promised him love, only watched men suffer for her with cold cruelty, just as Miss Havisham had raised her to do.Yet Pip still waited.Until one stormy night, a rough old man appeared at his door.The man's clothes were soaked, his voice was hoarse, but his eyes were fixed intently on Pip.Pip soon recognized him as the convict from the marshes all those years ago, Magwitch.Magwitch told him that all the money, all the prospects, had come from him.He had been transported overseas, survived hard labor and danger, and saved money bit by bit, just to make a gentleman of the boy who had given him food and a fileHe could not return to England, or he might be executed, yet he still had to see with his own eyes the "gentleman" he had made.Pip's heart sank to the bottom.It was not Miss Havisham.It was not a marriage arrangement.It was not fate finally noticing him.The illusion that had sustained him for years had come from a convict, from a pair of hands reaching out of the marshes.At first he felt disgust, fear, and even thought himself tainted.But there was no calculation in Magwitch's eyes, only a clumsy and dangerous love.This man cast out by society had made Pip the proof that he had lived.The more Pip wanted to flee, the more he saw that his true cruelty lay not in poverty or birth, but in how he had abandoned Joe and treated the love of others as shame.Meanwhile, Miss Havisham began to see what she had done.She had raised Estella with a cold, hard heart, to take revenge on all men.But Estella was not a knife, nor a shadow to take revenge for her; she too was someone whose warmth had been stolen.When Estella married the brutal Drummle, Miss Havisham finally felt regret, too late, in that frozen house.Then, the fire started.Miss Havisham's old wedding dress was caught by the flames, and Pip rushed to save her, his arms burned.The woman who had locked herself in old humiliation finally fell amid fire and smoke.She did not truly win back Estella, nor set Pip's life right; she only left a late apology and a rotting house.Pip decided to help Magwitch escape.He no longer only wanted to be rid of him.He knew this old man was guilty, rough, and had once been violent, but he also knew that Magwitch had staked everything he had on him.Pip and his friends arranged a boat, hoping to leave England by the river.Mist pressed down on the water, and they thought there was still a sliver of hope.The pursuers came anyway.Magwitch was captured.His old enemy died in the river, and he himself was badly wounded, thrown into prison to await judgment.Pip stayed by his side, no longer calling him a burden, no longer seeing him as a stain.He only told the dying man that Estella was still alive, and that she was his daughter.Hearing this, Magwitch seemed to grasp a sliver of human warmth at the last moment, and then slowly died.After Magwitch died, the money vanished too.Pip fell ill, buried in debt, without even the strength to stand.The one who came to care for him was Joe.Joe did not blame him for years of coldness, did not ask how his gentleman dreams had shattered.Joe simply sat by the bed, gave him medicine, paid off his debts, and watched over him quietly, just as he had by the forge fire all those years ago.When Pip woke, Joe was already preparing to leave.He was still gentle, still clumsy, yet more solid than all the refinement Pip had ever chased.When Pip returned to his hometown, he wanted to apologize to Joe and Biddy, and secretly thought of staying.But when he pushed open the door, he saw that Joe and Biddy were already married.He had come too late.The days he had scorned and missed would not wait for him just because he had finally understood.So Pip left England and went overseas to work with Herbert.He no longer lived on illusions, nor waited for an invisible hand to lift him up.Years later, he returned to his hometown and walked to the ruins of Miss Havisham's old house.There was no stopped clock, no rotten wedding feast, and no old woman in a wedding dressHe met Estella.She was no longer the girl who had wounded him with cold eyes.Suffering had changed her, and worn away the cold hardness that had been taught into her.Pip looked at her as if seeing all the shame, misrecognition, longing, and loss of his youth slowly quieting in the shadow of the ruins.Together they walked out of that desolate place.The mist lifted, and the old house was left behind.Pip did not reclaim the glory he had once wanted, nor turn his broken years into something whole.But at last he could walk beside Estella, no longer hating himself for his poverty, no longer hiding from those who had loved him behind a mask of refinement.前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一部关于时间、勇气与信念的冒险史诗，八十天环游地球的传奇旅程。In London in 1872, Mr. Fogg lived every day like a clockHe woke up at a fixed time each morning, walked a fixed route to the Reform Club, and sat at a fixed seat to read the paper, eat, and play cardsHis clothes must not wrinkle, his water must be the right temperature, his steps must not falterEven his new French servant Passepartout thought he had finally found a master who could not be any quieterBut on this day, a timetable of the world appeared in the newspaperStarting from London, take a train to Italy, then a steamer across the Mediterranean and the Suez Canal; to India, switch to railway; then to Hong Kong, Yokohama, cross the Pacific to America; go across the North American continent, and return to Europe from New YorkAll the routes, trains, and steamer schedules added together made exactly eighty daysThe gentlemen at the club did not believe itThe weather could change, ships could be late, railways could break, storms could rage at sea, and people could fall illBut Mr. Fogg only looked at that timetable and said calmly that he could do itThe wager was twenty thousand poundsThat very evening at eight forty-five, Fogg left London with PassepartoutPassepartout had wanted a quiet life, but on his very first day on the job, his master dragged him on a journey around the worldThey first arrived at SuezAt the port beside the desert, ship smoke rose, passengers came ashore, and merchants, soldiers, and officials mingled togetherAnd it was right here that Detective Fix set his sights on FoggThe Bank of England had just been robbed, and the suspect was said to be a respectable gentlemanFogg carried a large amount of cash and was in a hurry to travel; in Fix's eyes, he looked suspicious in every wayThe arrest warrant had not yet arrived, so Fix could only follow and wait for a chance to hold up this silent EnglishmanFogg, however, did not explainHe only looked at the time, only looked at the next stretch of roadThe ship crossed the Red Sea and arrived at BombayAccording to the plan, the railway would take them to CalcuttaBut halfway there, they discovered that the railway on the map was not fully builtThe tracks stopped in the wilderness, and a stretch of road ahead had to be crossed on footThe timetable cracked open for the first timeFogg did not complainHe bought an elephant, hired a guide, and pressed onForests, heat, earth, and the smell of wild beasts pressed in from all sides; sitting on the elephant's back, Passepartout finally understood that this was not a route on paper; this was the earth that had to be crossed inch by inch with one's own bodyAnd in the jungles of India, they met AoudaShe was a young Parsi woman whose husband had died, and she was being held by the locals to be burned alive on her husband's funeral pyreShe was drugged and had almost no strength left to resistThat night, firelight lit up the forest, drumbeats drew closer and closer, and time was closing in tooFogg, who valued time above all else, stoppedPassepartout risked his life, disguised himself as the dead man, leaped up from beside the pyre, and in the chaos rescued AoudaThe elephant kept moving forward, with shouts of pursuit behind them and railways and steamers aheadFogg had saved someone who was never part of his plan, and from that moment on, he was no longer racing only against timeThey reached Calcutta and then boarded a ship bound for Hong KongFix was still chasing behind themHe waited for the arrest warrant time and again, and missed chance after chance under British jurisdictionHe saw Fogg spend money like water, saw him cold and almost heartless, and grew more and more convinced that this man must have a secretHong Kong was a critical stopIf they could catch the ship to Yokohama, they could continue across the Pacific as plannedBut Fix, to delay their journey, told part of the truth to Passepartout and threw him into confusionPassepartout failed to warn his master, stumbled onto the ship himself by accident, while Fogg and Aouda were left behind in Hong KongThis time, the road was cut off even more completelyFogg still did not panicHe found a boat, negotiated a price, calculated the wind, and finally took a small vessel on a risky voyage to Shanghai to catch another steamer bound for JapanA storm at sea whipped up waves, and the boat struggled on the water like a piece of driftwoodWatching this always silent man, Aouda slowly came to understand that his calm was not a lack of feeling, but a refusal to hand his fear to anyoneThey finally reached Yokohama and found Passepartout againThe poor servant, just to survive, had already joined a traveling acrobat troupe and was performing unsteadily on stageWhen his master appeared, he could hardly believe his eyesThere was no scolding, no long explanation; Fogg simply brought him back to his side and kept goingNext came the Pacific OceanThe steamer sailed from Japan toward San Francisco, the sea stretching out as if it had no endEvery day, the sun rose from the east and sank into the seaIn Fogg's travel journal, the dates turned page by page; but unbeknownst to them, time was quietly changing because they kept moving eastIn America, they boarded the transcontinental railwayOutside the window were plains, snowy mountains, canyons, and herds of wild buffaloThe railway was like a thin thread stitching unfamiliar lands together, but this thread could snap at any momentBridges were dangerous, a blizzard was closing in, and the train came under attackIn the chaos, Passepartout risked his life to uncouple the train cars to save everyone, but he was taken awayFogg did not keep goingHe knew full well that every minute could cost him the wager, yet he still took men back to rescue himBy the time Passepartout was rescued, they had already missed their original trainSo they took a sled, raced across the ice and snow with the wind, then switched to a train and rushed toward New YorkBut fate seemed to be one step too slow on purposeBy the time they rushed to the harbor, the ship bound for England had just left the shoreJust a little too lateFogg did not stand on the dock and sighHe found another ship and paid a fortune to change its courseWhen the coal ran low, he bought the entire ship and tore down its timber to burn as fuelThe ship pushed across the Atlantic belching thick smoke, as if burning every piece of furniture, railing, and deck into time to get homeThey finally arrived in EnglandBut at Liverpool, Fix finally got his chance to make an arrestHe seized Fogg and locked him upAll the rushing, calculating, risk taking, and money were blocked by a single doorA short while later, word came that the real bank robber had already been caughtFix was wrongWhen Fogg was released, he did not roar or defend himselfHe simply punched Fix in the face, then continued on his way to LondonBut he thought he was still too lateBack home, the room fell quietThe wager was lost, his fortune was nearly gone, and the eighty day journey felt like a colossal wasteBut Aouda did not leaveShe looked at this man who had protected her all the way and had been chased by time all the way, and asked if he would marry herFogg said yesPassepartout ran off to arrange the weddingAnd it was during this very run that he suddenly realized the date in London was not what they thought it wasThey had been traveling east all along, and with every meridian they crossed, they quietly gained a few extra minutes from the sunAround the entire globe, all those minutes added up to exactly one extra dayFogg thought he was late, but in truth he still had timePassepartout sprinted homeFogg left at once and rushed to the Reform ClubAt a few minutes past eight forty-four in the evening, at the card table in the club, several gentlemen were waiting for the final second to tick byThe door opened and Fogg walked in, neatly dressed and calm, as if he had simply come from home for a game of cards as usualHe had wonIn those eighty days, the steamers, railways, meridians, time zones, and every inch of distance on the map had not stayed merely on paperThey had carried a man so punctual he was almost cold across deserts, jungles, oceans, and snowy plains, and had also brought Aouda and Passepartout into his lifeWhat remained in the London night was not just the wager won backThere was also a pocket watch closed once more, a journey rewritten by the world, and a man who no longer had to live alone前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个男孩在端午节这天，从五色线、艾草和粽子中，慢慢懂得了古老心愿的意义，也记住了奶奶的温暖。On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, Xiaoman woke up and found a five color thread tied around his wristRed, yellow, blue, white, and black, the thin threads twisted together, resting against his skin, a little itchyHe frowned and asked his grandma, "Why do we have to tie this on every year I'm not a zongzi"Grandma was in the kitchen, washing bamboo leavesThe green leaves floated in the water basin, like little boatsShe did not answer right awayShe just handed a leaf to Xiaoman for him to smellThe scent was very fresh, carrying the fragrance of grass and rainGrandma said, "The Dragon Boat Festival falls on the fifth day of the fifth lunar monthLong ago, people believed that when the fifth month arrived, the weather grew hot, insects multiplied, and people fell ill more easilySo they would hang mugwort and calamus at the door, wear sachets, and tie five color threads around children's wristsIt was not for decorationIt was to keep peace and safety close by"Xiaoman ran to the door and sure enough, he saw a bundle of mugwort tucked above the doorframeWhen the wind blew, the tips of the leaves swayed gently, as if standing guard for the homeThe water in the pot began to bubbleGrandma wrapped glutinous rice, red dates, and red bean paste into the bamboo leaves, bit by bitHer hands were steadyAs she wound the string around, the zongzi took shape in her palm, forming a tiny pointed cornerXiaoman asked, "Then why do we eat zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival"Grandma said, "There are many storiesThe best known one is that people do this to honor Qu YuanLegend says that after he threw himself into the river, the common people rowed their boats to search for him and threw balls of rice into the water, hoping the fish and shrimp would not harm his bodyOver time, the rowing became dragon boat racing, and the rice balls slowly became zongzi"Xiaoman looked down at the white steam rising from the edge of the potSo a zongzi was not just rice and datesInside it was also the heart of people from long ago, who wanted to hold on to someone they lovedAt noon, the sound of dragon boat drums came from far awayBoom, boom, boomXiaoman stood by the window and listenedThe sound did not feel like a race to himIt felt more like many people searching together across the waterGrandma placed the cooked zongzi into a bowlWhen she unwrapped the leaves, steam rose into the air, and the glutinous rice glistenedXiaoman took a bite, and the sweetness melted slowly on his tongueSuddenly, he did not want to cut off the five color thread anymoreGrandma said, "In our hometown, when the first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival comes, you can take off the thread and place it by the waterThe old folks say the rain will carry away all the bad things"A few days later, the first rain really did fallXiaoman stood under the eaves and gently untied the five color threadRainwater flowed along the roof tiles into a thin little streamHe placed the thread into it and watched it drift slowly awayIn that moment, he felt he understood the Dragon Boat FestivalIt was not a big holiday, nor a distant legendIt was the bundle of mugwort at the door, the zongzi in the pot, the tiny thread around a wristIt was grown ups quietly tying an ancient wish onto a child前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一只穿靴子的猫用智慧帮助主人改变命运的经典童话，机智勇敢，扣人心弦。The miller diedHe left three things, a mill, a donkey, and a catThe oldest son took the millThe second son took the donkeyThe youngest son only got the catEveryone in the village laughed at himThey said the cat was uselessThe youngest son sat in the corner, staring at the thin catThe cat looked upHe smoothed his whiskers with his paw, and he spoke"Give me a pair of boots," said the catThe youngest son fell back in shock"Don't be afraid," the cat said, his tail held high"I just need boots and a sack, just wait and see"The youngest son spent his last coin on a pair of leather bootsThe cat put on the boots, slung the sack over his shoulder, and marched out of the millHe went into the fields, filled the sack with bran and greensHe lay on the ground, held the sack open, and played deadA foolish rabbit jumped into the sackThe cat pulled the rope tight, and the rabbit was trappedThe cat slung the rabbit over his shoulder and marched to the palaceThe guards stopped him"Stop, what does a cat want at the palaceThe cat puffed out his chest, his boots clicking on the stones"I'm the Marquis of Carabas's messenger. This is a gift for the king"The guard took the rabbit into the palaceThe king looked at the fat rabbit and smiled"This Marquis of Carabas is very thoughtful," said the kingFor a month, the cat hunted every dayHe brought quail, pheasant, and partridgeEach time, he said it was a gift from the Marquis of CarabasThe king remembered the nameOne day, the cat learned the king would travel along the river with his daughterThe cat ran to the youngest son"Take off your clothes and jump into the river"Why"No time to explain, just do itThe youngest son jumped into the riverThe cat threw his old clothes aside and shouted from the bank"Help, the Marquis of Carabas has fallen into the riverThe king's carriage happened to pass byThe king pulled back the curtain and saw a cat in boots jumping on the riverbank"Isn't that the Marquis's cat, quick, save himThe guards pulled the youngest son outThe king ordered fine silk clothes for him from head to toeThe princess looked outShe saw a handsome young man in a golden silk robe standing in the sunlightHer heart beat faster, and her cheeks turned redThe king invited the youngest son to ride in the carriageThe cat ran aheadHe reached a wheat field where farmers were harvestingThe cat jumped onto the fence and spoke sharply"The king's carriage will pass by soon. If anyone asks who owns this land, say it belongs to the Marquis of Carabas. Otherwise, you'll be chopped into piecesThe farmers nodded in fearThe carriage passed byThe king leaned out and asked, "This wheat field is beautiful, who owns it"It belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, Your Majesty," the farmers answered togetherThe king nodded"So the Marquis of Carabas is very wealthyThe cat ran further aheadHe passed a vineyard, a pasture, and a forestEverywhere, he threatened the farmers to give the same answerAll of it belonged to the Marquis of CarabasThe king grew more amazedThis Marquis's lands were even larger than the palace groundsThe carriage finally stopped before a huge castleThe castle belonged to an ogre, the true lord of the landThe cat rushed into the castleThe ogre sat by the fire, chewing on a leg of lambHis body was covered in red fur, and sharp fangs showed from his mouth"Greetings, honorable lord," said the cat, taking off his hat and bowing"Who are you" the ogre rumbled like thunder"I'm just a passing cat. I heard you can turn into any animal, is that trueThe ogre smiled proudlyHe took a deep breath, his body began to swell, his fur grew stiffIn a moment, he turned into a lionThe lion roared, and the whole castle trembledThe cat stepped back but didn't runHe patted his chest, and said, "Amazing. But I bet you can't turn into something small. You're so big, you probably can't turn into a mouseThe ogre's pride was sparkedThe lion vanished, smoke cleared, and on the ground was a tiny mouseThe cat pouncedHe bit the mouse's neck in one snapThe ogre was deadThe king's carriage rolled into the castleThe cat stood at the gate, bowing"Welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carabas, Your MajestyThe king stepped down from the carriageHe looked at the tall stone walls and the golden hallHe turned to the princess and smiled"My daughter, this Marquis is worthy of youThe princess blushed and noddedThat night, the youngest son and the princess were marriedThe king gave half his kingdom as a dowryThe cat sat at the center of the feast tableHe wore his little leather boots, a gold ribbon around his neck, and a plate of grilled fish before himFrom then on, he was no ordinary catHe was Puss in Boots, the First Minister of the Kingdom of CarabasHe changed his fate with just three thingsA pair of boots, a sack, and a heart bold enough to dream前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。少年达达尼昂独闯巴黎，与三位火枪手结为生死兄弟，为守护王后荣誉历险伦敦，以"人人为我，我为人人"的誓言书写传奇。To become a musketeer, you need three things, a sword, a brave heart, and a secret codeD'Artagnan set out with only the first, never knowing the other two were waiting for himD'Artagnan climbed onto his old yellow horse, bid his mother farewell, and left Gascony behindHis father had given him a sword and a letter of introductionHe was heading to Paris, to become one of the king's musketeersThe young man cracked his whip, ambition hidden in the rising dustHe stopped at the town of Meung, where he ran into a gentleman in blackThe man mocked his old horse, laughing without restraintD'Artagnan drew his sword and charged, only to be knocked to the ground with a single blowHis sword broke in two, and the letter of introduction was stolenCovered in mud, the young man gritted his teeth and rose to his feetHe'd never forget that face, that mocking laughThe man was Rochefort, the cardinal's right-hand manD'Artagnan went to see Monsieur de Treville, captain of the musketeersWithout the letter, the captain was only half convincedThen through the window, he spotted Rochefort and bolted out the doorHe crashed into Athos, hurting the man's wounded shoulderHe bumped into Porthos, tearing off the fake golden shoulder strapHe ran into Aramis, scattering a pile of manuscripts across the floorAll three men challenged him to a duel, all at onceThe first duel was set in the monastery's backyardHis opponent was Athos, cold as iceJust as D'Artagnan drew his sword, the cardinal's guards stormed inPorthos and Aramis arrived as wellThree duels turned into a fierce battle, three against fiveThe young man turned and stood with the musketeersThe four of them fought together and drove back the cardinal's guardsThat day, they became brothers in armsAll for one, and one for allFour swords crossed together as oneD'Artagnan rented a room in ParisHe met his young and beautiful landladyHer name was Constance, the queen's personal maidThe queen had secretly given her diamond studs to the Duke of BuckinghamThe cardinal learned of this and set a trapHe asked the king to throw a ball for the queenAnd demanded she wear the diamond studs to the eventThe studs were far away in London, and the queen was helplessConstance came to D'Artagnan in tears, begging for his helpWithout a word, the young man saddled his horse and set offHe'd ride to London, to bring back those studsAthos and the other two joined him on the journeyThe cardinal's men hunted them down, laying ambushes along the wayAthos was shot and collapsed at a roadside innPorthos was trapped in a post stationAramis was wounded and left behind to recover at an innOnly D'Artagnan kept running, racing toward the port of CalaisA woman was hot on his heelsHer name was Milady, the cardinal's secret weaponShe was beautiful as a serpent, with the brand of a fleur-de-lis on her wristShe caught up with him, pretending to be friendlyD'Artagnan saw through her trick, and crossed the sea that very nightMilady's men reached the harbor, but the ship had already sailedD'Artagnan arrived in London, and rode straight to Buckingham PalaceThe duke recognized the token, and handed over the diamond studsTwo of the diamonds had already been stolen by the cardinal's menThe duke had them restored overnight, with new diamonds set in placeD'Artagnan took the studs and rode back to ParisHe changed horses, but never stopped, riding day and nightOn the night of the ball, the young man burst through the palace gatesHe placed the studs in the queen's handsTwelve diamonds, not a single one missingThe queen wore the studs, and appeared at the ball in all her splendorThe cardinal was speechless, his plan had failedThe queen smiled at the young manConstance wept in the shadowsMilady was imprisoned in an English castleShe pretended to be pious and repentant, winning the trust of her guardFelton set her free, and even agreed to assassinate the duke for herThe Duke of Buckingham fell in his own palace, his robes stained with bloodMilady fled back to France, and hid herself in a conventShe found Constance, and offered her a cup of poisoned wineConstance drank the poisoned wine, and died in the young man's armsD'Artagnan's eyes turned red, he drew his sword and charged into the nightThe four brothers reunited, to hunt down the serpent womanAramis disguised himself as a priest, and listened to her final confessionAthos revealed the proof of his former wife's crimes, every word a bladeThe executioner swung his axe, the fleur-de-lis stained with bloodThe four stood in silence by the river, their swords had tasted revengeD'Artagnan knelt down, and received the commissionEven the cardinal had come to recognize his courageHe was made lieutenant of the musketeersThat old sword, had finally found its homeHe looked up, Athos was smiling at him from across the streetPorthos raised his glass in the tavern, Aramis closed his bibleFour swords, four hearts, one 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每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。红发孤女安妮被绿山墙农舍误收，从被质疑到被接纳，从闯祸到成长，最终主动选择守护家园的温暖故事。When Matthew Cuthbert went to the station to pick someone up,he thought he would be bringing home a boy.Green Gables needed a helper.He and his sister Marilla were getting on in years,and the farm work was growing harder by the day.But waiting for him on the platform was a thin little girl in worn clothes,clutching a traveling bag, her red hair blazing fiercely in the evening light.Her name was Anne Shirley,and it had to be spelled with an "e." The moment she climbed into the carriage,it was as if she had finally found someone willing to listen to her.She called the road lined with apple blossoms the "White Way of Delight,"and she imagined the pond to be the "Lake of Shining Waters." Matthew had beena quiet man all his life, but that day he listened all the way homeand never once asked her to be still.But Marilla did not want a girl.She was practical, restrained, and knew exactly what a farm truly needed.Anne could not do much heavy work, and she was far too fond of daydreamsand far too fond of talking.When Anne heard that she might be sent away again,the light in her face went out all at once.It was not the first time she had been pushed from one roof to another,and she knew that the moment she did not fit, she would be returned.Marilla had meant to send her back.But she soon learned that if Green Gables would not take Anne,Mrs. Blewett might take her insteadand put her to work looking after a houseful of children, carrying on through hard, rough days.Matthew was never good at fighting for anything, yet he spoke up for Anne, awkwardly.He did not say the girl would be useful; he only felt that keepingher might be a good thing for her.Marilla did not suddenly grow tender, but she kept Anne.After Anne stayed, trouble followed.The first time Mrs. Lynde saw Anne,she told her to her face that she was skinny, homely,and had terribly red hair.Those words struck Anne in her sorest spot, and she burst out at once, cryingand hitting back.Marilla told her to apologize, and Anne thought that was harder than any punishment,yet she still stood before Mrs. Lynde and swallowed her pride, bit by bit.She began to learn the ways of Green Gables,and she brought her imagination into the house too.The little room in the attic got a name,the tree outside the window gained a character, and ordinary roadsand ponds turned into fairy tales in her eyes.Matthew remained a man of few words,but he always stood a little closer whenever someone looked down on her.Marilla was stern with her words,but in her heart she was slowly making room for Anne.But trust does not grow all at once.One time, Marilla's amethyst brooch went missing.Anne said she had not taken it, but Marilla did not believe her.To put an end to the questioning andso she could go to the picnic she had been longing for,Anne made up a confession and took the blame for something she had never done.Later the brooch was found, and only then did Marilla realize she had wronged her.Anne had been scolded before and punished before, but this time it hurt more.What she truly feared was not being shut in her room,but that the grown-ups had already decided she was not worth believing.Marilla also saw for the first time that her own strictness was sometimes not discipline,but a way of pushing this child right back to the place whereshe had nowhere to go.The person Anne treasured most was Diana Barry.They became bosom friends and vowed never to part.But at one tea party, Anne mistakenly gave Diana wine instead of cordial,and Diana went home drunk.Mrs. Barry decided Anne had corrupted her daughter and forbade them from seeing each other.Anne's world felt like a door had been shut.Friendship had only just let her believe she could be liked,and then in an instant it was taken back because of a single mistake.Later, Diana's little sister Minnie May fell dangerously ill in the night,and the adults were away.Anne had once looked after children and knew what to do.She stayed by the little girl who could barely breatheand pulled her back from danger, little by little. When morning came,Mrs. Barry finally understood that this girl who was always getting into troublewas not a bad child after all.Diana came back to Anne's side.At school, Anne met Gilbert Blythe.Gilbert was clever and well-liked,but the first time he tried to get Anne's attention,he chose the worst possible way.He teased her about her red hair.Anne picked up her slate and cracked it over his head,and from that day on she refused to forgive him.Gilbert wanted to make peace, but Anne would not.Yet it was precisely because he was always ahead that she began to study furiouslyand fight furiously for first place.Later Miss Stacy came to the school, and she truly saw Anne's brightness, bringing herand her classmates into the Queen's class to prepare for higher studies.Anne's imagination did not disappear; it simply settled quietly into books and examsand the glow of late-night lamps.She still made mistakes.She dyed her hair a dreadful green and had to cut it short.To prove her courage she walked the ridgepole of a roofand fell, spending weeks recovering.She lay in a boat pretending to be a storybook maidenand nearly came to grief on the water,only to be rescued by Gilbert in the end.Time and again she got herself into a mess, and timeand again she found that Green Gables was still waiting for her to come home.The seasons passed one after another.Matthew secretly bought her a dress with puffed sleeves,because he knew she wanted to look pretty just once, like the other girls.It was nothing terribly fine, but it was Matthew's quietest form of devotion.He never stood in the middle of the room and said he loved her,yet every small wish Anne had, he kept it close to his heart.Later, Anne passed the entrance exams for Queen's Academyand went on to win the Avery Scholarship.She could have gone to Redmond to continue her studies.The girl who once stood at the station waiting for others to decide her fatehad finally walked herself to the threshold of a much longer road.And then Matthew died.Word came that the Abbey Bank had failed,and Matthew, whose heart had long been weak, could not bear the shock.He collapsed at the gate of Green Gables.The old man who had always quietly listened to Anneand always stood behind her to shield her would never come back from the fields again.Marilla's eyes were growing worse too.The doctor said she must not overwork herself any longer.Without Matthew, Green Gables might have to be sold.Anne looked at this home, looked at Marilla's face as she braced herselfand refused to soften, and made her decision.She would not go to Redmond.She would stay, teach at the nearby school, look after Marilla,and hold on to Green Gables.This was not the ending she had dreamed of as a child. But this time,it was not someone else sending her somewhere; it was she herself choosing where to stay.When Gilbert heard of it, he gave up the Avonlea school post for Anneand went to teach elsewhere.Anne finally reached out her hand in reconciliation.The slates and the teasing and the rivalryand the silence slowly fell away behind them.Dusk settled over Green Gables.Anne walked home from school, the shadows of the roadside trees stretching beneath her feet,and inside the house Marilla was waiting for her.She pushed open the door, and lamplight fell across the familiar table and chairs.This home had once nearly sent her away; now it was she who kept it,with her own two hands.前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。这是一个关于忠诚与虚伪的友谊的故事，善良的小汉斯被所谓的朋友利用，最终酿成悲剧。By the pond, the old water rat said: there is nothing in the world nobler than devoted friendshipThe linnet asked him what a devoted friend should doThe water rat answered without hesitation: be devoted to me, of courseHearing this, the linnet began to tell the story of little HansLittle Hans lived in a tiny cottage at the edge of the village, with a beautiful garden in frontIn spring, summer, and autumn, flowers bloomed one patch after anotherHe took his flowers and fruit to the market to sell, trading them for bread and a little pocket moneyAmong all his friends, the one who talked most about being "devoted" was the miller, HughHugh was very richHis mill was stacked with sacks of flourHe kept cows and sheep at home, and he burned a warm stove in winterBut every time he passed little Hans's garden, he picked a big bunch of flowers and pulled up handfuls of sweet herbsWhen the fruit ripened, he stuffed his pockets full of plums and cherriesHe always said: true friends ought to share everythingWhen little Hans heard this, he felt very proud to have such a friendWinter came, and the garden lay emptyLittle Hans had no flowers to sellHe shivered with cold and often went to bed on an empty stomachOne by one, he sold his silver buttons, his silver chain, his big pipe, and finally even his wheelbarrow, just to buy foodBut the whole winter long, Hugh never once came to see himHugh sat by his own warm fire and said: a person in trouble ought to be left aloneA friend should not disturb him at such a timeWhen spring came and Hans had flowers to give again, then he would truly make Hans happySpring arrived, and the primroses bloomedHugh came down the hill carrying a large basket and finally visited little Hans's gardenLittle Hans was overjoyedHe said he was planning to sell the primroses so he could buy back his wheelbarrowAs soon as Hugh heard this, he jumped in: Hans, I'll give you my wheelbarrowThe wheelbarrow was broken on one side, and the spokes had cracks tooBut little Hans's face still lit upHe said he had a plank of wood in his cottage that could fix itHugh said at once: oh, that plank would be just the thing to patch my barn roofI have already promised you the wheelbarrow, so giving me the plank would be a fair exchange between friendsHans did not hesitateHe ran inside and dragged the plank outAfter the plank was taken away, Hugh handed over his basket again and told Hans to fill it with flowersHans knew that if all his flowers were gone, he would never get his silver buttons backBut Hugh reminded him that a true friend should not be so selfishLittle Hans was afraid Hugh would think less of himSo he picked every last primrose and stuffed the big basket fullHugh carried the plank and the flowers and walked back up the hillHans stayed alone in the garden, thinking about the wheelbarrow he had not yet received, and felt happy againThe next day, Hugh arrived carrying a sack of flour and told Hans to take it to the market for himHans had been planning to nail up the vines, water the flowers, and tidy the grassBut Hugh said: look, I am about to give you my wheelbarrowIf you refuse me now, that would be very unfriendly of youWithout a second word, Hans hoisted the flour onto his shoulder and set offThe road was hot and dustyHe was so tired that when he reached the sixth milestone, he had to stop and catch his breathBut he sold the flour anyway and brought all the money backThe next day, Hugh came to collect the moneySeeing Hans still in bed, he accused him of being lazyHans tried to explain that he was simply exhaustedBut Hugh said: a true friend tells you hard truthsIf I do not say it, who willThen he sent Hans off to mend the barn roofHans's flowers had gone two days without waterHow he longed to go back to his gardenBut the wheelbarrow weighed on his mindSo he climbed onto the roof and worked all day longWhen the sun went down, Hugh only said: working for others is the most pleasant work of allAfter that, Hugh sent him to drive the sheep up the mountain, then on a long errand, then to help at the millLittle Hans's garden slowly fell into ruinThe flower stems drooped, the weeds grew tallSometimes he felt so sad, as if the flowers themselves thought they had been forgottenBut every time, he told himself: the miller is my best friendBesides, he promised me a wheelbarrowOne stormy night, a knock came at the doorLittle Hans opened it and saw Hugh standing outside, holding a lantern in one hand and a walking stick in the otherHugh said his little son had fallen from a ladder and was badly hurtThe doctor lived far away, and the night was so dreadfulSo it would be best if Hans went to fetch the doctorAfter all, Hugh was about to give him the wheelbarrow, so it was only fair that Hans did something for him in returnHans agreed at onceHe asked only one thing: the night was so dark he was afraid of falling into a ditchCould Hugh lend him the lanternHugh said: noThis is a new lantern, and if anything happened to it, I would suffer a great lossLittle Hans said nothing moreHe put on his thick coat, his red cap, and wrapped his scarf around his neck, then stepped out into the wind and rainThe night was so dark he could barely see the road, and the wind nearly knocked him overAfter walking for three hours, he finally knocked on the doctor's doorThe doctor lit his own lantern, mounted his horse, and rode toward the millLittle Hans ran behind the horseBut the rain grew heavier and the wind grew fiercerHe could not see where he was stepping, and he could not keep up with the horseThen he lost his way and stumbled into the wildernessThe place was full of deep pitsThe next day, some shepherds found himHe was floating in a deep pool of water, with no breath left in himAt the funeral, many people from the village cameEveryone had loved little HansHugh came tooHe said he was Hans's best friend, so naturally he deserved to stand at the front of the processionAfter the funeral, everyone gathered at the innThe blacksmith sighed: little Hans's death is a great loss to all of usHugh replied: especially to meI had practically given him my wheelbarrowNow that he is dead, I really do not know what to do with that broken thingIt just sits in the way at home, and it is so battered I could not sell it for more than a few coinsThen he added: from now on, I will never give anything away so easily againPeople always suffer for their generosity前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一只胆小的小猪星星在妈妈和朋友的鼓励下，一步步克服内心的恐惧，最后勇敢站上舞台表演功夫的温暖成长故事。Forest School was going to celebrate Children's DayThe teacher asked, "Who wants to perform on stage"Little Bird raised her wing, "I will sing"Little Rabbit perked up her ears, "I will dance"Little Monkey swung his tail, "I will do somersaults"Only Little Pig Xingxing hung his head, hiding his two little hooves under the deskActually, Xingxing had a talent tooEvery evening, he would secretly practice kung fu by the muddy pondBut he only dared to practice aloneThe moment he thought someone was watching him, his short legs would start to tremble, and his round belly would wobble along with themAfter school, Mama Pig asked, "Xingxing, don't you want to perform"Xingxing said quietly, "I doBut everyone will be watching me"Mama said, "Then show me firstJust do the one you know best"Xingxing stood in the yardHe lowered his headGet steady firstPunchKickTurn"Ha"That sound was very soft, as soft as wind brushing past a blade of grassAfter he finished, Xingxing quickly hid behind his motherMama did not say he was timidShe just clapped softly, "You did it"The next day, Xingxing went to practice kung fu by the muddy pond againHe had just gotten steady when three little ducklings came waddling over"Xingxing, what are you doing"the ducklings askedXingxing was so startled he wanted to turn and runBut he remembered what Mama said, just do the one you know bestSo he stoppedGet steady firstPunchKickTurn"Ha"This time, it was a little louder than yesterdayThe three little ducklings watched with their eyes wide openThey did not laugh at XingxingInstead, they stood just like himPunchKickTurnPlopPlopPlopAll three little ducklings sat down in the mudXingxing was stunned for a moment, then he laughed tooThe ducklings flapped their wings and said, "Xingxing, you should perform this"On the third day, the teacher asked again, "Does anyone else want to sign up"Xingxing's heart was beating very fastHe remembered the first time in the yard, and the second time by the muddy pondSo, slowly, he raised his little hoof"Teacher, I want to perform kung fu"On Children's Day, Forest School was full of little animalsLittle Bird finished singing, and everyone clappedLittle Rabbit finished dancing, and everyone clappedLittle Monkey finished his somersaults, and everyone clapped even louderFinally, the teacher said, "Next, Xingxing will perform kung fu"Xingxing stood at the edge of the stageHe saw so many eyes down belowHis short legs started trembling again, and his round belly wobbledBut this time, he did not runHe saw Mama sitting in the last row, and he also saw the three little ducklings sitting in the very frontThey quietly stood up and struck the first pose Xingxing had taught themXingxing walked onto the stageGet steady firstPunchKickTurn"Ha"This cry was bright and clear, flying across the whole playgroundThe audience was quiet for a little whileThen the three little ducklings flapped their wings first, "XingxingOne more time"Little Bird flapped her wings tooLittle Rabbit clapped tooLittle Monkey jumped onto his chair and shouted loudly, "One more time"Xingxing stood on the stageHis face was still red, and his legs were still trembling a littleBut he did not hide behind the curtainHe looked at Mama, then at his little friends down below, and gently noddedHe got steady againPunchKickTurn"Ha"This time, many little animals in the audience shouted along with him, "Ha"After school that day, Xingxing went to the muddy pond againThe three little ducklings came tooLittle Bird came, Little Rabbit came, and Little Monkey came tooThey lined up behind Xingxing and stood just like himXingxing said, "Get steady first"Everyone said, "Get steady first"Xingxing punched, and everyone punchedXingxing kicked, and everyone kickedXingxing turned, and everyone turnedPlopPlopPlopThe three little ducklings sat down in the mud againXingxing laughedThis time, his laughter was very, very loudEven the water in the muddy pond gently rippledMama Pig stood not far away, watching himShe did not say, "You are so brave"Because Xingxing was already doing brave thingsThe sunset fell upon the edge of the muddy pondLittle Pig Xingxing stood at the very front, his round belly sticking out, his curly little tail pointing upHe took a deep breath and said to everyone"One more time"前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个木匠之子在贵族社会中挣扎向上，用野心追逐世界，却在失去一切后才看清真爱。In the sawmill noise of Verrieres, Julien Sorel never seemed to fit inHis father and two brothers lived by strength, thick arms, loud voicesJulien was thin, quiet, often hiding in a corner to readHe did not read books meant for a carpenter's sonHe kept Napoleon in his heart, treating battlefields, medals, promotions, and glory as another way to liveBut his time had already changedThe sword no longer lifted the poor to high places, the church and nobility had closed their doors againSo he learned to recite the Latin Bible, learned to bow his head, learned to hide his true thoughts beneath his faceFather Chelan saw his intelligence, and also saw his danger, yet still recommended him to Mayor de RenalThe mayor needed a tutor who knew Latin, it would make his household seem respectableJulien needed a chance to leave the sawmillHe wanted to stand straight before those who looked down on him, no longer covered in sawdustWhen he walked into the de Renal home, Madame de Renal had expected a rough, coarse man who would frighten the childrenBut standing before her was a pale young man, shabby clothes, stubborn eyesHe was not like a servant, nor like a gentlemanHe was like a blade just pulled from the shadows, not yet knowing where to pointAt first, Julien treated this house as a battlefieldHe had to prove he was not the beaten son of a carpenterHe locked every cold look in his heart, saw every politeness as a testHe approached Madame de Renal with a young man's pride and vengeanceAs if winning her tenderness could reclaim some dignity from this noble houseBut things did not go according to his planMadame de Renal was not skilled at calculationShe lived within her husband's power and the town's rules, gentle, devout, and lonelyHer pity for the young teacher slowly turned into a love she could not admitJulien thought he was conqueringOnly later did he realize that in her eyes, for the first time, he was not just a tool, not just ambitionSummer nights, gardens, window shadows, the quiet of sleeping children, pushed them into a relationship that could not see the lightJulien found softness from her, and also found fearThe more Madame de Renal loved him, the more guilt tormented herShe feared her husband, feared God, feared that her children would be punished because of herJulien was afraid tooHe feared scandal would ruin his future, and even more, he feared that his own cold heart would be held back by this genuine feelingAfter the anonymous letter appeared, the town's air turned sharpMayor de Renal suspected, raged, yet cared about his reputationEveryone calculated face, everyone covered the cracksTo calm things down, Julien left Verrieres and was sent to the Besancon SeminaryThere were no gardens there, and no gentle eyesThe seminary corridors were cold, the young men watched each other, informed on each otherPiety was often just a posture, silence was like a weaponJulien was smart, but he could not naturally belong thereHe was too proud, too clear-headed, knowing he had not come for faithHe wanted to climb up, only the ladder left for the poor in this age happened to be draped in a black robeFather Pirard saw his talent, and also saw that he would be swallowed up among these menSo Julien was taken to Paris again, entering the Marquis de La Mole's mansion as a secretaryParis had higher doors, brighter lights, sharper cold staresThe nobles laughed and talked as if everything had always been theirsJulien stood carefully among them, remembering every letter, every order, every chance to riseHis talent earned the Marquis's approval, his silence made people uneasyThe closer he got to power, the clearer he saw that he was only allowed near, not truly acceptedMathilde saw him in this mansionShe was tired of the safe noble youths, tired of arranged love and marriageJulien's humble birth, his pride, his danger, fascinated her insteadShe imagined him as a rebel from old stories, turning her own love into a proud adventureJulien loved her, but was also wounded by her changeabilityThey attracted each other, tested each other, like two people who would not admit they had already fallen into each other's handsAfter Mathilde became pregnant, everything suddenly became realThe Marquis was furious, but could not ignore his daughter's honorHe began to arrange a title, property, and a military commission for JulienThe carpenter's son was almost going to wear a uniform, hold a title, walk into the highest place he had ever dreamed ofJust then, a letter reached the Marquis's handThe letter was from Madame de RenalDriven by the priest's pressure and her own pain, she wrote that Julien was a man who seduced women to advance his careerThose words were like a knife, cutting off everything Julien had just gainedThe Marquis called off the wedding, the future collapsedJulien did not argue, did not investigate slowlyHe carried a cold despair back to VerrieresIn the church, Madame de Renal was prayingWhen the gunshot rang out, the woman who once held him close fellShe did not dieBut Julien seemed to have already sentenced himselfHe was arrested, thrown into prison, and the power, the engagement, the title, the commission, all slipped away from himIn prison, Mathilde rushed about trying to save him, as if guarding a grand legendMadame de Renal also came to his sideHer wound was not yet healed, but she did not hate himFacing her, Julien finally let go of all his tense posturesHe understood that he had once treated love as a ladder and dignity as a battle honorBut at this moment, what truly calmed him was not the name given by the Marquis, nor the shine of the uniformIt was this woman he had hurt, who still loved himWhen the trial came, Julien did not pretend to be a repentant pitiful manHe knew that people were not only punishing him for shootingBut also because a poor man dared to cross his station, dared to love a noble ladyDared to approach their world with talent and ambitionHe stood in the courtroom, spoke this truth, and sealed his own way outThe death sentence fellThe days before execution became unusually clearMadame de Renal's visits, the light on the prison wall, the blood quietly cooling inside his bodyAll of it pushed Julien further from the boy who once looked up to NapoleonHe no longer dreamed of being recognized by the world, no longer begged the world for forgivenessHe simply walked to the end that his choices and the world's forces had pushed him to togetherAfter Julien was executed, Mathilde took his head and buried him in the ancient, proud way she believed inShe wanted this love to take the shape of a legendMadame de Renal did not do thisShe returned to her children, guarding a quieter, deeper loveThree days later, she too diedThe sawmill noise of Verrieres would continueThe lights of Paris would still shineBut the young man who once wanted to climb from the bottom to the top ended at the most contradictory place of his lifeHe chased the world with ambition, only to see what he truly loved after losing everything前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。被卖往南方的黑奴汤姆，在苦难中始终坚守善良与尊严，他的故事曾唤醒一个时代对奴隶制度的反思。The night in Kentucky was quiet, but the lights were still on at the Shelby house.Inside, the debt collector sat at the table, talking prices while his eyes looked over people like livestock. He had his eye on Tom, and on little Harry too. One was a man who had managed his master's affairs for years, never running, never stealing, never talking back; the other was a child still clinging to his mother Eliza's arms.Mrs. Shelby could not believe it was happening. Tom had been with this family for so many years — his wife Chloe worked in the kitchen, his children grew up beside the little cabin. But when debt comes pressing down and a man is written into a contract, even crying cannot stop it.Eliza heard her son's name from outside the door, and her blood went cold. She had no time to beg anyone, no time to wait for daylight. In the dark, she took Harry in her arms, grabbed what she could carry, and left the home she knew — the home she could never trust again.The river was crusted with broken ice, and someone was chasing behind her. The child in her arms was shivering, and so was she, but she could not stop. Ice cracked beneath her feet as she jumped from one floe to the next, her shoes soaked, her hands bleeding, but as long as the child was in her arms, she dared not look back.Tom knew he had been sold too.He could have run. Some told him to run. But he thought of Chloe, thought of the children, thought of the Shelbys' debt, thought of how someone else might be taken in his place if he fled. He sat in the little cabin like a piece of wood sinking into water, pressing his fear deep into his chest, and only said he would go.The next day, Tom was taken away. Chloe packed his things, her hands so busy they could not stop, because the moment they stopped, she would fall apart. She stuffed in everything she could think of, as if an extra shirt or a little more food could shorten the long road south.The boat moved downstream, the river growing wider, taking Tom farther and farther from home.On the boat, he met little Eva. The white girl had a thin body but bright, clear eyes, and she did not look at skin color and price the way grown-ups did. She talked to Tom, listened to him sing, and treated him like a living person who could feel cold, feel tired, feel homesick.One day, Eva fell from the boat into the water. Tom hardly thought — he jumped in and pulled her out. Eva's father, St. Clare, bought Tom for saving her and brought him to New Orleans.The St. Clare house was grand — fine furniture in the rooms, a garden trimmed just so, servants coming and going — yet something felt hollow in it. St. Clare was tired of slavery but still enjoyed the comfort it gave him; his wife Marie cared only for her own aches and her own temper; and his cousin Ophelia stood by her principles while carrying the prejudices of the North.For a while, no whip chased Tom here. He drove the carriage for St. Clare, kept Eva company, and watched the little girl grow weaker day by day. Eva was like the softest light in that house — but the brighter the light, the sharper the shadows became.When Topsy was brought before Ophelia, nobody knew what to do with her. She had been beaten, scolded, and treated like trouble ever since she was small, and so she had learned to lie, to steal, to hide herself behind a grinning face. Ophelia tried to change her with rules, but Eva simply looked at her with care, as if Topsy was not something broken.Eva grew sicker and sicker.She cut off her curly hair and gave it to the people around her. She spoke to Tom, spoke to her father, and spoke to those who were usually ordered about and overlooked. She did not know how to change this house, but before she died, she still wanted them to remember — that they had been loved, and that they deserved to be loved as human beings.After Eva was gone, it was as if St. Clare had woken up halfway. He promised Tom he would give him his freedom. In that moment, Tom finally saw a road home — he might see Chloe again, might return to the little cabin in Kentucky, might walk through his own door on his own two feet.But before the papers could be signed, St. Clare was caught in a fight and died from his wounds.That sheet of freedom, never finished, could not save Tom. Marie had no heart to trouble herself over him, and soon the slaves of the house were sent to auction. Tom stood among the crowd, turned back into a price, measured by strangers' eyes, handled by strangers' hands.The man who bought him was named Simon Legree.Legree's plantation lay deeper in the South, where there was no Eva, no brief kindness like the St. Clares', only cotton fields, the smell of whiskey, the overseer, and the crack of the whip. People were worked down to their last breath, then sent to the fields again the next day. Sick, you worked; broken, you worked; crying was worth nothing here.Legree saw that Tom was different. He wanted to turn this quiet, hardworking, trusted man into his own tool. If only Tom would manage the others for him, would swing the whip, would learn to be cruel — then his days could be easier.Tom would not.He could bear being beaten, but he would not pass the pain on to anyone else. The more Legree tried to break him, the more he hated that thing in Tom's eyes that would not go out. It was not a shout of defiance — just a man, in the worst of places, still holding on to the line that said he would not hurt another.On the plantation were also Cassy and young Emmeline. Cassy had had her children taken from her, had been hardened by torment, and she had long seen through Legree's fear and weakness. She took Emmeline and escaped, hiding in the attic that was whispered to be haunted, using Legree's own superstition to frighten him away.When Legree could not find them, he came for Tom.Tom knew what kind of darkness awaited them if they were caught. He was dragged out, threatened, beaten — and still he said nothing. Blood ran down from his body, but his voice did not give away the path to another's life.By the time George Shelby finally found the plantation and came with money to buy Tom back, it was too late.Tom lay there, his body ruined, but his eyes recognized the child of his old home. He did not return to Kentucky, did not see Chloe again, did not walk into that little cabin. He only heard someone calling him home, like hearing the sound of a river from far away.George knelt beside him and finally understood — some debts can never be repaid with money.Later, George went back to Kentucky and set free every enslaved person in his household. Eliza, George, and Harry crossed the border at last and found their footing in Canada, and the scattered family slowly found their way back to one another.And Tom's cabin still lives in memory. A fire once burned in the hearth there, a wife once cooked by the stove, children once ran in and out the door. A man was sold from that place, carried through rivers and steamboats and mansions and cotton fields, and in the end he did not bring back freedom — but he left the living unable to pretend any longer that those who were priced had no names, no homes, no souls.前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个关于真伪与敏感的经典童话，一颗小小的豌豆揭开真正的公主身份。The prince had always wanted to find a real princessIt was not that he had never seen princesses beyond the castle walls the world was vast palace after palace crown after crown and many young ladies claimed to be of noble birth welcomed as princesses wherever they wentThe prince traveled from place to place and saw splendid gowns sparkling jewels and grand halls filled with perfect manners Yet every time a small doubt lingered in his heartPerhaps they were princesses and perhaps they were notSomething about them was hard to put into words something simply did not feel right What exactly was wrong he could not quite say What a real princess should look like it seemed as though everyone knew yet no one could offer any proofAnd so the prince returned to his own castleHe was very sad What he wanted was not someone who merely looked like a princess but a real one Yet after traveling so far and meeting so many young ladies of distinguished families he had come home empty-handedThat night the weather suddenly turned terribleThe wind howled outside the castle walls and the rain poured down as if the sky were emptying whole buckets at once Thunder rolled across the rooftop and with every flash of lightning the windows and stone walls seemed to split open for an instant Everyone inside the castle stayed warm and dry while beyond the great gate the wind and rain still raged in the darknessOn just such a night someone knocked at the castle gateThe old king himself went to open itOutside stood a young ladyShe was drenched from head to toe Rainwater ran down her hair streaming from her cheeks to her neck and dripping from her clothes and shoes She stood there looking so bedraggled that she did not seem like anyone who could have come from any palace at allBut she spoke up and said that she was a princessThose words sounded very strange amid the noise of the wind and rain How could a real princess arrive alone at a castle door on such a night How could a real princess be caught in the rain like thisThe old king welcomed her inside Inside the castle there were lights a fire and warm dry rooms But the identity she claimed did not become believable just because she had been brought through the doorThe old queen said nothing at allShe did not question her on the spot nor did she send anyone to verify her story She simply turned and walked into the bedchamber to prepare a bed for the young ladyThe bed was going to look very soft indeedBut at the very bottom right on the bedboard the old queen first placed a tiny little peaJust a single pea Round and hard it lay there quietly with almost no weight at all Once it was in place the old queen piled twenty mattresses on top of itLayer upon layerThe mattresses rose higher and the pea was pressed beneath them all completely out of sight But the old queen was not finished yet She had twenty eiderdown quilts laid on top as wellThe bed grew taller and taller coming to resemble a soft little mountain Anyone who saw it would think that a night spent there would be a wonderful sleep With such thick mattresses and such light fluffy eiderdown someone who had been battered by wind and rain all night would surely sink right in and sleep warmly until dawnThe young lady was shown to the very top of it allThe night deepened and the castle grew quiet The rain outside was still falling and the lights inside the rooms slowly went out one by one That tiny pea lay at the very bottom hidden beneath twenty mattresses and then twenty eiderdown quiltsNo one could see itBut the next morning everyone asked the young lady how she had sleptHer answer made everyone stop in their tracksShe said she had barely slept at allShe said it felt as though there was something terribly hard in the bed She lay there tossing and turning unable to get comfortable no matter what she did The thing pressed into her and tormented her keeping her from resting all night long By morning she felt black and blue all overOnly then did the people in the castle understandThe young lady who had been soaked by the rain whose clothes had dripped with water who had stood so wretchedly at the gate she truly was a princessFor only a real princess could feel a tiny little pea at the very bottom through twenty mattresses and twenty eiderdown quiltsThe prince had finally found the one he had been looking forAnd he married herThe pea was not simply thrown away It was sent to a museum and preserved like a precious piece of evidenceUnless someone has taken it it may still be there to this day前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一部关于苦难与光的童年回忆，讲述阿廖沙在黑暗中寻找希望的成长故事。The first thing Alyosha remembered was not toys, not the courtyard, not his mother's smileIt was his father lying in the roomThe grownups spoke in low voices, his mother Varvara seemed drained of all strength, little Alyosha did not yet understand why a person would suddenly stop opening his eyes, why every sound in the room had grown so heavyAfter his father died, his mother took him back to his grandfather's houseIt was a lively houseIt was also like a boiling potHis grandfather Kashrin used to run a dye shop, he was small, shrewd, and his temper was as hard as iron, his two sons, Mikhail and Yakov, quarreled all day over the family propertyWho should get more, who had been shortchanged, who had gotten the better deal, they argued until nothing was left between kin but red-eyed enmityAlyosha had barely arrived when that atmosphere closed around himThey quarreled at the dinner tableThey quarreled in the courtyardEven at night, the cursing could not be stifledAt first he thought that when family gathered together, that was home, later he learned that some homes were just places where many suffering people were locked in the same room, left to hurt one anotherHis grandfather's rules were strict, and his anger came fastOnce, when Alyosha made a mistake, his grandfather beat him severely, the child's body was pinned down, the whip fell, and he hurt so much he nearly lost consciousnessPeople in the room watched, some tried to intervene, some were afraid, but no one could truly pull him out of that furyWhen the pain passed, his grandmother came to his sideGrandmother Akulina was not like this houseShe was poor too, she suffered too, she was worn full of scars by fate, but she did not carry that hardness that dragged others down into misery with her, she cleaned his wounds, talked with him, told him storiesShe spoke of God, of saints, of suffering people, of distant places that seemed like dreamsAlyosha lay in pain and listenedHe was still under his grandfather's roof, but slowly another door opened in his heartThis house was not without lightThere was a young man called "Little Gypsy"He was lively, he could dance, he loved to laugh, like a wind that did not belong to this house, the grownups were rough, but he often looked out for AlyoshaSometimes when his grandfather beat the child, he would quietly slip his own arm in the way to take a few blows for himHe was not preaching any great truthHe simply could not bear to see a child in painBut people like that were not kept by life eitherOne day while moving heavy objects, "Little Gypsy" had an accident and diedHis death came very suddenly, one moment a man who could laugh and dance, the next crushed under something heavyThe house soon returned to its noise, life pushed on, as if a kind person vanishing was just a wind that had stoppedBut Alyosha remembered himHe remembered those hands that had blocked the whipHe remembered that even in a wretched place, a person could choose to protect others firstLater, Alyosha saw the old worker GrigoryGrigory had spent his whole life in the dye shop, his eyes were ruined by the work, his body drained empty, when he could no longer work, he was pushed asideThere was nothing beautiful in this old man's fate, he simply fell apart slowly, and was slowly forgottenWatching him, Alyosha vaguely understood for the first time that people did not only suffer for their mistakesSometimes people were just poor, just old, just no longer useful, and so they were cast asideHis grandfather's house grew less and less like a homeHis uncles' fighting never stopped, family feeling was worn thin by money, and faces grew twisted in the struggleHis grandfather guarded his own petty schemes, the more he feared loss, the tighter he held on, the tighter he held on, the more he suffocated those around himHe was not a man who had never known hardshipBut what he learned from hardship was not pity, it was harder methodsAlyosha saw in him a terrible transformation, after life had beaten a person, that person might turn around and beat others with the same painIn those days, there was a lodger people called "Good Deeds"He was quiet, odd, liked to do his own things, and did not fit with the crude voices around him, Alyosha drew close to him and felt this man carried a rare clarityBut in his grandfather's house, not belonging was itself a crimePeople did not understand him, and did not want to understand himIn the end, he was driven awayAlyosha watched another decent person disappear from his lifeHis mother Varvara was also slowly disappearingIt was not that she did not love Alyosha, but she too was pushed around by fate, she left his grandfather's house, then returned, she tried to start over, married again, but the new life never truly caught herAlyosha watched his mother's face grow dimmer by the dayShe had once been the person closest to him, brightest in his heart, but poverty, marriage, illness bent her little by little, when she returned to Alyosha, she no longer had the strength she once didWhat a child found hardest to bear was not just losing his motherIt was seeing her still alive, yet slowly drifting away from himLater, Varvara grew gravely illThe breath of death filled the room againAlyosha had already seen his father die, seen "Little Gypsy" die, seen Grigory slowly worn away by life, but when it was his mother's turn, the pain was newAfter his mother died, the last soft anchor Alyosha had in this world was severedHis grandfather had fallen into declineThe man who once ruled the family, shrewd and strong, was now cornered by poverty, he no longer had the means to raise this child, so he told Alyosha he could no longer hang around his neck, it was time to go out into the worldGo out into the worldWhen those words fell, Alyosha's childhood endedBut he had in fact long been in the worldHis first lesson in the world was his father's coffinHis second lesson was his grandfather's whipLater came his uncles' faces torn by money, "Little Gypsy's" crushed body, Grigory's dim eyes, "Good Deeds'" retreating back, his mother's ever-weakening breath on her sickbedOnly his grandmother was there tooHer stories, her rough hands, her heart that had not turned bad even in suffering, all these stayed with AlyoshaSo when he walked out of his grandfather's house, he carried more than just woundsHe also carried that little bit of light he had seenThat light was not loud, not pure, often pressed very low by darknessBut it had not gone outWith this childhood, Alyosha walked toward a larger world前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一只小小的鳄鱼爱上了高高的长颈鹿，想尽各种办法引起她的注意，却总是阴差阳错，最终命运让他们撞到了一起。The crocodile was very, very shortThe giraffe was very, very tallThe crocodile fell in love with the giraffeHe started to shake, like being outside in winter with no clothes onHe started to sweat, like running ten miles in the summerHe cried one moment, then laughed the nextHe had caught the love bugThe crocodile thought of a planHe climbed onto a big rock and waitedHe waited for the giraffe to walk pastThe giraffe kept her head down and walked right byShe did not see the crocodile on the rock at allThe crocodile thought of another planHe climbed onto a bridge and jumped up and downHe jumped high, again and againThe giraffe was walking under the bridge with her friends, chattingShe did not look up at allThe crocodile climbed up a treeHe picked the softest, greenest leavesHe shaped them into a heart and put them on a branchHe waited for the giraffe to walk byBut the giraffe had a coldHer neck was all tangled up in a knotShe did not look up at allThe crocodile went back homeHe sat by the window and made a love callThe call floated out the window and down the streetThe giraffe walked past the crocodile's house, eating leavesShe was eating leaves and walking slowlyShe did not hear the call at allThe crocodile took out a vineHe tied the vine into a loopHe put the loop around the giraffe's neckHe wanted her to look down and see himThe giraffe got a big scare and shook her head hardThe crocodile flew up into the sky, fell back down, and landed in the hospitalThe crocodile came out of the hospitalHe hung his head and dragged his tail down the streetHe did not want to chase the giraffe anymoreSuddenly, the giraffe came rushing around the cornerBam They crashed into each other and fell to the groundThe crocodile looked up, and the giraffe looked down at himLittle stars popped up above both their headsAnd just like that, they were together前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个淘气小女孩闯入三只熊的家，发现小熊的东西总是"刚刚好"，最后吓得跳窗逃跑的经典童话故事。Once upon a time, there was a little girl whom everyone called GoldilocksWhat a good child! praised the newcomers to the townYou would think so, the neighbors said with a sneerOne morning, Mother asked Goldilocks to go to the neighboring village to buy muffinsYou must promise not to take the shortcut through the forest. I heard there are big brown bears living thereI promise, I promise, Goldilocks repliedBut really, she was just the kind of naughty girl who did whatever she wantedDeep in the forest, there was a beautiful house where the bear family was sitting around the table having breakfastOuch! roared the big Papa Bear, This porridge is too hot! It burned my tongue!I can't eat it either! cried Baby BearIndeed... said Mama Bear, It's too hotLet me think... said Papa Bear, Why don't we go for a ride while the porridge cools down?Good idea, said Mama Bear happilySo the three bears got on their rusty, rickety bicycle and set offNot long after, Goldilocks arrived at the bears' houseShe didn't even knock before barging right inOn the table were three bowls filled with delicious-smelling porridgeDon't blame me, don't blame me! Goldilocks muttered to herself as she picked up the biggest bowlBut this porridge was too hot!Ouch! she spat out the porridge in her mouthShe tried the medium-sized bowl, but it was too coldThen she licked the porridge in the smallest bowl—it was neither too hot nor too cold, just rightGoldilocks liked it so much that she poured the whole bowl into her tummyFull and satisfied, Goldilocks thought it would be fun to look around the houseWithin three seconds, she found coarse brown fur everywhereThey must have a cat, she said smuglyIn the living room, there were three chairsDon't blame me, don't blame me, Goldilocks muttered as she climbed onto the biggest chair, but it was so hard that she couldn't get comfortableShe sat in the medium-sized chair, but it was too softGoldilocks thought she might sink in and never get outThen she sat in the smallest chair—it was neither too hard nor too soft, just rightShe liked it so much that she rocked and swayed until—crack!—the chair fell apartNow Goldilocks was exhaustedI'll take a little nap, she said, finding three beds upstairsDon't blame me, don't blame me, she mumbled as she climbed onto the biggest bed, but the headboard was frighteningly highShe tried the medium-sized bed, but the headboard was too lowThen she ran to the smallest bed—it was just right, comfortable and warmSoon Goldilocks was fast asleep, and she didn't hear the bear family come home at allWhen the three hungry bears walked into the dining room, they couldn't believe their eyes!Someone has been eating my porridge! Papa Bear shoutedSomeone has been eating mine too! Mama Bear criedSomeone has been eating my porridge too! Baby Bear said sadly, And it's all gone!In the living room, the bear family got another surpriseSomeone has been sitting in my chair! Papa Bear shoutedSomeone has been sitting in mine too! Mama Bear criedSomeone has been sitting in my chair too! Baby Bear said sadly, And it's broken to pieces!The three bears crept quietly upstairs, not knowing what they would findLook! Baby Bear said sadly, Someone has been sleeping in my bed, and she's still lying there!Look here! Papa Bear roaredGoldilocks woke up in fright, her eyes nearly popping out of her headBefore the bears could ask her to explain, she slipped out of bed, jumped out the window, and ran all the way homeWho was that girl? Baby Bear askedI can't imagine, Mama Bear said, I hope we never see her againAnd indeed, they never did see her again前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。香港首位女航天员黎家盈的真实成长故事，从家门口的紫荆花小路到酒泉卫星发射中心的梦想之旅。On the morning of May 23, 2026, at the Jiuquan Satellite Launch CenterA press conference pushed three names into the public eyeZhu Yangzhu, Zhang Zhiyuan, and Lai Ka YingThe crew for the Shenzhou-23 manned mission was officially announcedThe next evening, at 23:08 on May 24, the spacecraft would target this time for launchMany people's eyes stopped on the third nameLai Ka YingShe came from Hong Kong and was the payload specialist for this missionThis story cannot begin with the rocket ignitionBecause before the rocket, there was an ordinary pathPublic reports stated that Lai Ka Ying was born, studied, and worked without ever leaving Hong KongThere was a small path lined with bauhinia flowers outside her homeAs a child, she walked out from there to go to school, to grow up, and to understand the order and changes of a cityOn the night of June 30, 1997, fifteen-year-old Lai Ka Ying walked onto the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui with her familyThat night, Hong Kong was waiting for a historic midnightShe saw police officers changing their badges on duty and saw her parents, originally from Shunde in Guangdong, shed tearsWe don't need to over-explain this sceneA fifteen-year-old girl stood in the crowd, seeing streets, uniforms, badges, her family's tears, and watching a city enter a new timeThat moment didn't automatically decide her future life, but it became a deep nail in her memoryLater, she was admitted to the University of Hong Kong to study computer science, all the way to a doctoral degreeIt was an era of rapid internet development, and a computer science PhD had many choicesShe eventually joined the Hong Kong Police Force, working in technical servicesThis is not a story of a sudden turn toward spaceFor a long time, her identity was clear: a professional who grew up in Hong Kong, a technical backbone in the police force, someone who put her knowledge into the public service systemThe real turning point came in October 2022China's fourth batch of astronaut selection beganThis time, the selection was open to Hong Kong and MacaoLai Ka Ying signed upIn public reports, she said she got carsick and seasick, but strangely didn't feel dizzy in the rotating chair testDuring the centrifuge assessment, her vision had already blurred, but by persisting a little longer, she got through itThese small details are closer to reality than saying "she was born for space"Astronaut selection doesn't believe in legendsIt believes in physical indicators, psychological stability, professional background, and the results of test after testInitial selection, re-selection, and final selectionGoing through each stage, in June 2024, Lai Ka Ying was selected as a payload specialist in China's fourth batch of astronautsIn August 2024, she entered the People's Liberation Army Astronaut CorpsFrom that moment, her life truly changedShe was no longer just a police superintendent in the Hong Kong Police Force, no longer just a computer science PhD, and no longer just someone who passed the selectionShe had to relearn an enormous systemAerodynamics, spacecraft principles, space station assembly management, space science experiments, robotic arm operations, and manned spacecraft proceduresThese topics sound distant, but in training, they became daily classes, assessments, simulations, and reviewsOfficial information stated that after joining the corps, she completed over 200 training subjects across 8 categories, totaling more than 1,700 hours, and passed the flight qualification assessment with excellent resultsA little over one year is a short timeBut the standards weren't lowered because she came from Hong Kong, because she was a payload specialist, or because it was her first missionDuring the 72-hour sleep deprivation training, when extremely exhausted, she found Cantonese would slip outIn wilderness survival training, she and her teammates passed through jungles with snakes and insects, entered dark narrow caves, and experienced the heat and cold of the desertThese places were far from Hong KongFar from that small path lined with bauhinia flowers outside her homeBut sometimes people are reshaped this wayNot by a slogan, but by completing tasks when too sleepy to keep eyes open, by listening clearly to instructions when the body already feels terrible, by learning to trust the team in completely unfamiliar environments and letting the team trust youThe Shenzhou-23 crew is not one person's spotlightZhu Yangzhu serves as the commander, having previously flown on the Shenzhou-16 missionZhang Zhiyuan is the space pilot, from China's third batch of astronautsLai Ka Ying is the payload specialist, from China's fourth batch of astronautsThe three people represent the three types of astronauts currently serving in ChinaFlight engineer, space pilot, and payload specialistThis is also a clear signal that China's space station has entered the application and development phase: space missions don't only need people who can pilot spacecraft, but also need engineering technicians, science experiment executors, and more professional backgrounds to enter the same systemSo Lai Ka Ying's significance is not just "the first from Hong Kong"If we only write her as a symbol, it would actually narrow her storyHer more specific significance lies in this: a person who studied and worked in Hong Kong for a long time, someone who came from a technical position, entered the national manned space mission through strict selection and trainingShe is not someone put into the story to serve as a symbolShe is someone who will carry out tasks in the space stationAccording to public introductions, the Shenzhou-23 mission will complete in-orbit rotation with the Shenzhou-21 crew, continue space science and application work, conduct extravehicular activities and cargo transfers, install and recover external payloads and equipment, and also carry out science education, public welfare activities, and space-based experimentsThese words sound grandBut for a payload specialist, they become specific actionsThe start and end of an experiment, recording a set of data, confirming an equipment status, executing a procedure that cannot go wrongSpace doesn't become gentle just because someone is visiting for the first timeIt only accepts those who are fully preparedOn May 23, Lai Ka Ying had already entered the public eyeBut the story hadn't reached its endingBecause Shenzhou-23 hadn't launched yet23:08 Beijing time on May 24 was an approaching momentThe Long March 2F Y23 rocket was about to be fueled with propellant, the space station was orbiting about 400 kilometers away, and the ground systems, spacecraft, rocket, and crew were all waiting for the final windowLooking back at that small path lined with bauhinia flowers now, it seems very quietA girl once walked from there to school, to university, to the police force, and later to the Astronaut CorpsHer path wasn't suddenly rewrittenIt extended bit by bitFrom the streets of Hong Kong to the launch site at JiuquanFrom computer science to payload specialistFrom a police badge to a spacecraftWhen the hatch closes and the countdown begins, many people will see the rocket rise on their screensAt that moment, viewers see flames, thunder, and the night sky being lit upBut behind the flames, there is a longer timeThere is the street from when she was fifteen, the classrooms at the University of Hong Kong, the technical position in the police force, selection test after selection test, 72 hours without sleep in training, and the tacit understanding formed among a crew before departureThe most moving part of space stories may not be how far they are from usBut that they finally tell us: the path to space often begins from the most familiar place under a person's feet前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

出自｜安徒生童话Once there were twenty-five tin soldiers, all brothers, all cast from the same old tin spoonThey carried muskets on their shoulders and stared straight aheadThe last soldier had only one leg, because they ran out of tinBut he stood just as steady on his one leg as the others did on twoOn the table stood a beautiful paper castleAt the castle gate stood a paper lady, wearing a cloth skirt with a blue ribbon over her shoulder and a sparkling ornament at her chestShe stretched out both arms and lifted one leg so high that the tin soldier could barely see it, so he thought she had only one leg, just like him"She'd make a fine wife for me," he thoughtWhen night fell, the toys came alive, they paid each other visits, started pretend wars, and held dancesOnly two never moved, the tin soldier and the little dancerShe stood on the tips of her toes, arms outstretchedThe tin soldier stood steady on his one leg, his eyes fixed on herSuddenly the clock struck twelve, and the lid of the snuff box flew openOut hopped a little black goblin"Tin soldier," said the goblin "Keep your eyes to yourself"The tin soldier pretended not to hear"All right, just you wait until tomorrow," said the goblinThe next morning, the children moved the tin soldier to the windowsillThe window blew open, and the soldier fell headfirst from the third floor to the groundHis bayonet lodged in the crack between the paving stonesThe nursemaid and the child came down to look for himThey almost stepped on him but never saw himThe tin soldier felt it wouldn't be proper to shout while in uniform, so he stayed silentIt began to pourWhen the rain stopped, two street boys came by"Look," said one "A tin soldier Let's send him sailing"They folded a boat from newspaper and placed the tin soldier insideThe paper boat drifted down the gutterThe soldier stood rock-steady, his face unchanged, musket on his shoulder, eyes straight aheadSuddenly the boat swept into a pitch-black drain"I wonder where this will take me," he thought"Ah, if only that young lady were here with me, I wouldn't care if it were twice as dark"A huge rat appeared"Your passport Show me your passport"The tin soldier said nothingHe only gripped his musket tighterThe boat burst out of the drain into a wide canalWater poured over the sidesThe boat began to sinkThe soldier stood upright, the water up to his neckHe thought of the beautiful dancerThen a voice rang in his ears"Onward, onward, soldier of tin, death alone awaits you"The tin soldier sank to the bottomJust then, a great fish swallowed him wholeOh, the darkness insideWorse than the drain, and so narrowBut the tin soldier was steadfast, he held tight to his musket, even as he lay stillThen a flash of light pierced the darknessSomeone shouted, "The tin soldier"The fish had been caught, sold at the market, and brought into a kitchenThe maid sliced the fish open with a big knife and carried the soldier into the sitting roomThe tin soldier found himself back in the very same roomHe saw the same children, the same beautiful castle, and the lovely dancerShe was still standing on one legHer courage stirred something inside him, he almost wept tin tears, but he couldn'tHe looked at her, and she looked at him, and neither said a wordA child grabbed the tin soldier and flung him into the fireThat goblin's work, no doubtThe tin soldier stood there, glowing redHe felt his body slowly melting, but he still held his gun and stood firmThe door blew open, and a gust of wind swept the dancer upShe flew into the fire, landed beside the tin soldier, burst into flame, and vanishedThe tin soldier melted into a lump of tinThe next morning, the maid emptied the ashesShe found a small tin heartAll that was left of the dancer was her sparkling ornament, but it had burned as black as charcoal前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜E. NesbitThe story of the Railway Children, begins in a cozy home in LondonRoberta, Peter, and Phyllis, were the three children in the familyTheir father was gentle, their mother wrote stories, and their home had a warm fire, dinner on the table, and everything the children knew and lovedBut one day, two strange men came to the house, and talked with their father in the study for a long timeAfter that day, Father left home, and never returned as he always had beforeMother did not tell the children the truth, She only said that Father had gone away on a long journeySoon, life at home changedMother took the three children away from London, and moved to a small house in the countryside called "Three Chimneys"Life was not as convenient as before, and there was not enough money, Mother had to earn a living by writingThe children did not fully understand what had happened to their family, They only knew that Mother was busier, and life had become harderNext to their new home, there was a railwayGradually, the children became fascinated by the railwayEvery day, they went to watch the trains pass by, looking at the carriages, the smoke, and the people coming and going on the platformThey met Perks, the railway porter, and the station masterThere was also an old gentleman who often took the same train, The children would wave to himThe railway became the most important place in their livesOne day, Mother fell illThere was not enough money in the house, The children did not know what to do, so they thought of the old gentleman on the trainThey wrote him a letter asking for helpThe old gentleman did not blame them, nor did he make the help embarrassing, Instead, he sent a doctor, and brought the things Mother neededWhen Mother later learned about this, she was a little sad, because she did not want the children to ask others for help so easilyBut this also made the children understand, that the family's difficulties were real, Mother had just been trying her best to hide themLater, something even more dangerous happened by the railwayAfter the rain, the hillside collapsed, and mud and rocks fell onto the tracksWhen the children discovered this, the next train was already approachingIf the train continued as usual, there would be a terrible accidentThey did not have proper signal flags, so they tore off their red clothes, and stood by the railway, waving them desperatelyFinally, the train stopped before the danger, and the people on board were savedAfter this, the children became little heroes by the railwayBut the story does not only write about their bravery, It also continues to write about the people they met in lifeThey helped a Russian exileThis man had left his homeland for political reasons, and came to Britain searching for his familyMother took him in, and the children learned that they were not the only family in the world suffering separation and injusticeThey also rescued a boy who was injured in a tunnelThis boy was later sent to their home to recover, Only then did the children learn that he was related to the old gentleman on the trainThe old gentleman thus became more deeply involved in their livesThere was also Perks's birthdayThe children wanted to prepare gifts for Perks, so they collected things from the villagersAt first, Perks was very angry, thinking that others were treating him like a poor person and giving him charityAfter the children explained, he understood that these things were not pity, but genuine gratitude from everyone for his usual helpAll these things happened by the railway, They looked like small adventures, but they were slowly changing the three childrenThey began to understand that in the adult world, there is poverty, misunderstanding, pride, and difficulties that cannot be easily spokenIn the second half of the story, Roberta accidentally saw her father's name in an old newspaperOnly then did she learn that Father had not gone away on a journey, He had been wrongly accused of leaking state secrets, and was imprisonedMother had never told them, because she did not want the children to bear this burdenRoberta did not immediately tell her younger siblingsShe kept this secret in her heart, and then wrote to the old gentleman, asking him to help investigate Father's caseThe old gentleman truly helped themAfter investigation, Father was finally cleared of the chargesAt the end of the story, the children came to the stationThe train stopped, the door opened, and Father stepped offThe one who had been absent for so long, finally returnedThe Railway Children is not about a distant adventure, but about three children living through a difficult time by the railwayThe train brought strangers, brought news, and brought hopeIt passed by their new home again and again, and finally brought Father home too前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜李欧·李奥尼Food fills the belly, but poetry and beauty fill the soulAn old stone wall stood by the meadow A family of field mice lived inside the wall They loved to chatter and chirp all day longThe farmers moved away The barn stood emptyWinter was near The mice got busyThey gathered corn and nuts and wheat and straw They worked from dawn till dusk No one stopped No one except FrederickFrederick, why don't you workI do work, Frederick saidI'm gathering sun raysWinter is cold and dark Sun rays are preciousFrederick sat in the meadow He stared into the distanceAnd now, FrederickI'm gathering colorsWinter is grey and dull Colors are preciousFrederick's eyes were half-closed He looked half asleepAre you dreaming, FrederickI'm gathering wordsWinter days are long We'll run out of things to sayWinter came The first snow fellFive little field mice hid inside the wallAt first there was plenty to eatThey told stories about silly foxes and lazy cats They were a happy little familyBut little by little the nuts ran outThe berries were gone The straw was all eaten The corn was just a memoryThe wall was cold No one felt like talkingThey remembered what Frederick had saidSun rays and colors and wordsFrederick, what about your suppliesFrederick climbed up on a big stoneClose your eyes, he saidNow I send you the sun's raysCan you feel their golden glowThe four little mice really felt warmerWas it Frederick's voice Was it magicWhat about colors, FrederickClose your eyes againFrederick spoke of blue periwinkles Red poppies in the yellow wheat field And the green leaves of the berry bushThe mice saw those colors clearly Like a painting inside their mindsAnd the words, FrederickFrederick cleared his throat He waited a momentLike standing on a stage He recited a poemWho scatters the snow Who melts the iceWho lights up the moon Who dims the daylightFour little field mice live in the sky Four little mice, just like you and IOne is the Spring mouse who turns on the showersOne is the Summer mouse who colors the flowersOne is the Fall mouse who brings nuts and wheatOne is the Winter mouse with cold little feetFour seasons a year aren't we gladWhat if we had one less, or one more than thatThe poem ended They all clappedFrederick, you're a poetFrederick blushed He took a bowHe whispered Yes, I know前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个关于梦想与执着的经典故事，神秘富翁盖茨比用尽一切只为找回失去的爱情。When the story began, Gatsby was nothing more than a distant light to NickOn summer nights, by the sea in West Egg, Long Island, Nick stood outside his little house and saw a grand mansion glowing with light in the distanceCars arrived one after another Women's skirts slipped out from the car doors Men held their glasses, drifting between the lawn and the swimming pool Music spilled from the house like warm air, wrapping around the whole gardenMany people did not even know the host They had simply heard that there was a party here every weekendThey drank his wine Gossiped about where he came from Said he had killed someone Said he was a German spy Said he had come back from OxfordYet in this house, Gatsby himself seemed like a mystery that kept delaying its appearanceOne evening, Nick met him at a party The man was young, and his smile was carefully measured, as if he had practiced it a thousand times He called people "old sport," so politely that it sounded almost carefulHe owned an entire house that glittered But in the crowd, he did not look like the host He looked more like someone waiting for a certain person to appearLater, the first time Nick truly remembered Gatsby was not during the liveliest part of a partyBut on a quiet nightGatsby stood on his own lawn, reaching out across the bay On the other side, there was a tiny green light, shining at the end of Daisy's dockAt that moment, Nick did not yet know what that light meant He only saw a man standing in the dark, reaching for something forever beyond his graspDaisy had once loved GatsbyBack then, he was not yet the Gatsby he is now He did not have this house, or the parties, or the expensive clothes He was just James Gatz, a young man from an ordinary background, desperately trying to escape where he came fromDaisy was differentShe lived in a bright house Her life had been surrounded by money, decency, and soft laughter from the very beginning She did not need to chase that world She belonged there alreadyThen the war came Gatsby left Daisy waited for him, but she did not wait foreverShe married TomTom was rough and arrogant, carrying a kind of superiority that needed no explanation He was not necessarily smarter than Gatsby, nor did he necessarily understand love better But he had one thing that Gatsby, no matter how hard he tried, could barely make up forHe was born on the inside of that doorAfter Gatsby came back, he did something that took a very long timeHe rebuilt himself completelyHe changed his name He changed his identity He got money He bought a house across the bay from Daisy He threw party after partyThose lights, that wine, that laughter, they seemed to be for everyone But really, they were just sending a signal across the bayHe hoped that one day, Daisy would walk inFinally, they met againThat day, it began in Nick's little cottage Gatsby was so nervous he did not seem like the host of those grand parties He knocked the clock askew, unable to stand still or sit still Outside, it was raining, and inside the room there was a heavy, awkward silenceBut when Daisy truly appeared at the door, all those years seemed to suddenly crowd back into this small roomLater, the rain stoppedGatsby took Daisy to see his grand mansion He opened the rooms one by one The stairs, the garden, the piano, the windows, each one was proof of the years he had spent preparingWhat struck the deepest was when he threw out his shirts, one by oneSoft, expensive, beautifully colored shirts, piled on the table Daisy suddenly began to cryShe said the shirts were so beautifulBut what truly hurt in that moment was not the shirtsIt was that Gatsby had laid all his years of effort before Daisy As if to say: Look, I am no longer that poor boy from long ago Look, I have finally reached your worldBut Daisy's reason for crying may not have been so simpleWhat she saw might have been something lost and found again It might also have been all those years that could never come back Or it might have been a dream she wanted to get close to but did not dare to truly embraceDaisy was not simply a bad person She was light and fragile, used to being protected, and used to retreating to safe places She could be moved by Gatsby But to truly walk away from her own world, she could not do itGatsby was not willing to accept thisWhat he wanted was not to start over now He wanted to bring the past back, whole and unbrokenIn that sweltering room in New York, Tom, Daisy, Gatsby, and Nick were all there The heat made everyone irritable The words grew uglier and uglierGatsby pressed toward the coreHe wanted Daisy to admit that she had never loved TomThis was not an ordinary romantic notion If this statement were true, then those past few years could be erased Gatsby could believe that he had not arrived too late He had simply taken a long journey and returned to where he startedBut Daisy could not say itShe had loved Gatsby She had also loved Tom Or, more precisely, she could not leave the world that Tom representedAt that moment, Gatsby's dream had already cracked Only he still stood there, refusing to look downAfter that, the car accident happenedMyrtle rushed onto the road and was hit and killed The one driving was Daisy But Gatsby stayed behind, ready to take the blame for herHe was still waiting outside Daisy's house Inside, Daisy and Tom sat at the table They did not look like people who had just been through a disaster They looked more like two people who had caused trouble, whispering about how to shut it all awayGatsby kept watch outside the house He thought he was still protecting loveBut the people inside had already begun to retreat into their own worldThe next day, the call Gatsby was waiting for from Daisy never cameHe was by the swimming pool It was near the end of that summer The water was still, and the house was still The guests who had come were all gone The music had stopped The garden was like a space that had finally shown its true emptinessWilson found himAfter the gunshot rang out, Gatsby died in his own houseAfter he died, Nick called everyone he could But the people who had once crowded his garden vanished one by one They could come to his parties, but they did not want to come to his funeralVery few people showed up in the endThat mansion, once so full of noise, finally fell completely silentThe truly cold part of The Great Gatsby is right hereIt did not paint Gatsby as a purely devoted lover There was fantasy in his love, and possessiveness, and a longing for a world above his own The Daisy he loved was not just Daisy herself It was also the future that Daisy had once lit upBut it did not mock him, eitherBecause he had truly believed Believed that a person could rename himself Believed that money could make up for where he came from Believed that a grand party could bring an old love back from across the bayIt was just that the world had never truly caught himTom and Daisy shattered things, then retreated into the house built by money and status Gatsby stayed where he was, paying the final price for that dreamAt the end of the story, Nick thought of that green lightIt was small Across the dark water Shining on the other sideGatsby had kept looking at it, as if looking at the futureBut it was actually the pastIt was the past that, no matter how hard he stretched out his hand, he could never touch again前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一封跨越十八年的侨批，两个女人用一生守住的沉默情义，关于等待、责任与不被看见的爱。This is a quiet film, it does not portray love as grand, sweeping vows, nor does it render fate as a dramatic legendIt tells of a few letters sent from Nanyang back to Chaoshan, of a man who never made it home, and of two women who each, in their own way, held onto himThey held onto the simplest, heaviest bonds of loyalty that defined their eraThe story begins with a thought that is pragmatic, even somewhat desperateXiaowei, the grandson, had failed in business and accumulated debtHe attended his grandmother Ye Shurou's birthday banquet, the family gathered, the food was abundant, but his mind was on moneyHe had heard that his grandfather, Zheng Musheng, whom he had never met, had made a fortune in Thailand, donated schools, and become a person of standing among the overseas ChineseSo an idea formed in his mind: go to Thailand and find his grandfatherPerhaps this elder, far across the sea, could help him fill the hole he now facedBut this "Grandpa" had never been a clear figure in the familyHe was like an old photograph pressed beneath the years in the bottom of a trunk, he had existed, yet was seldom brought out to discussGrandma Shurou had married Zheng Musheng when she was young, and the two had loved each other passionatelyIn those days, Chaoshan was poor, the world was chaotic, and to escape wartime conscription, Musheng left his homeland to "go to Nanyang", to what is today Thailand and Malaya, to make a livingThe qiaopi, letters and remittances sent by overseas Chinese, were the lifeline: the money was the material support, the letters were the spiritual nourishmentAfter Musheng left home, Shurou lived on these qiaopiThe letters contained money, and they contained his ordinary words from afar: he was well, business was fair, and when he saw the moon on the river during his night voyages, he felt as if he were back homeHe felt as if he were still standing beside his wife, watching the same moonThe words were not flowery, yet they were enough to let a woman left behind in her homeland sustain herself through the endless days, one by oneBut then, a photograph shattered the waiting of her entire lifeIn the photograph, Zheng Musheng stood with an unfamiliar woman, children beside them, looking for all the world like a complete family portraitWhen Shurou saw it, she hardly needed anyone to explainIn her heart, she had already pronounced him guilty: so he hadn't been unable to return, he had simply made another family out thereAnd so this man slowly became, in the family's memory, a man who had abandoned his familyAs the children grew and the grandchildren were born, when anyone mentioned him, only a vague resentment remainedXiaowei went to Thailand with the purpose of a debt collector, yet there he slowly cracked open the truth that had been sealed by misunderstandingHe learned that this grandfather, legendary for his prosperity abroad, had actually died in nineteen sixtyYet the last letter the family received was in nineteen seventy-eightThat meant that for eighteen years after Zheng Musheng's death, someone had continued writing to Shurou, continued sending money, continued reporting his well-being in his voiceSomeone was maintaining for this dead man the responsibilities of husband and fatherThat person was Xie NanzhiAfter Musheng fled to Thailand, he had stayed at the inn run by NanzhiShe was a woman who could bear great burdens, her father drank constantly, and the entire inn depended on her to keep it runningShe was not willing to give her life away easily to anyone, so for the men who came proposing marriage, she set only one condition: if they wished to wed, they must marry into her familyMany men heard this and leftAt first, she did not like MushengThis man from China owed rent, and carried the desperation of someone far from homeBut gradually, she saw another side of him: he was hardworking, loyal, and even in his own difficult circumstances, he worried about letting local Chinese children learn their languageHe was always writing letters, sending money to his distant wife, with only one wish, to save enough and go homeLater, when the inn was set on fire, Musheng risked his life to save Nanzhi and her fatherIn the conflict, he injured someone and was sentenced to prisonIt was during his imprisonment that Nanzhi sent money back to Chaoshan for him, wrote letters to Shurou for himPerhaps it was from that time that Nanzhi fell in love with MushengBut her love contained no seizing, no confession, not even any expectation of returnShe knew that Musheng had a wife in his heart, had children, had a home that no matter how far away, he must return toSo the way she loved him was to complete the things he cared about mostShe hid her love in the letters, in the money sent back to the homeland, in those seemingly ordinary greetingsAfter Musheng was released from prison, he went back to working on shipsWhen they parted, Nanzhi went to see him offThat farewell, at the time, seemed only temporary, but fate never tells people in advance which wave of the hand will be the lastTwo years of sailing later, Musheng had finally saved enough money to go homeHe was one step away from returning to Chaoshan, to Shurou's side, to the home he had imagined in his letters again and againBut on the eve of his return, he heard robbers breaking in next door and went to helpIn the chaos, he was killedAfter handling Musheng's funeral, Nanzhi had originally intended to tell Shurou the news of his deathShe had even walked to the post office with the letter in handBut in the end, she stoppedShe must have thought of that woman far away in her homelandThat woman who had waited so many years, raising children, living on the letters sent by a man from across the seaIf this news of death reached her hands, would her world collapseMusheng had failed to return, that was already fate's debt to her, if even the letters stopped, if even the thread of hope was severed, what would she have left to keep goingSo Nanzhi made a decision: she would not send the news of his deathShe would continue writing in Musheng's name, continue sending money, continue fulfilling the responsibilities of a husband for a man who was already deadShe wrote for nearly twenty yearsWhat moves us here is not how great Nanzhi was, but that she never placed herself in the position of being "great"She did not step forward demanding anyone's understanding, nor did she tell Shurou: look, it was I who held up this family for youShe simply did it quietlyShe wrote of daily life, of the distant moon, of a man's longing for his wifeThe more she wrote, the more she became like Musheng, and the more clearly she understood that she could only ever stand on the back side of Musheng's lifeBy nineteen seventy-eight, Nanzhi finally decided to tell Shurou the truthShe wrote a letter explaining that Musheng had long since died, and explaining where all the letters and money over the years had come fromBut this letter encountered a storm on the way, the mail carrier fell into the water, the letter was destroyed, and in the end only a photograph reached Shurou's handsIt was that photographA belated truth, in the end, left only the evidence most easily misunderstoodShurou did not read Nanzhi's explanation, she only saw her husband standing with another womanAnd so eighteen years of devoted guardianship, in her eyes, became eighteen years of deceptionNanzhi's lifelong act of devotion, in fate's hands, was folded into the shape of betrayalBy this point in the story, what hurts most is not that anyone did anything wrong, but that everyone was loving in their most sincere way, yet were separated by time, distance, and a rainstormMusheng did not betray, he simply failed to come homeShurou did not judge him lightly, she had simply waited too long, feared too much that her waiting would become a jokeAnd Nanzhi did not take possession, she simply took a man's unfinished responsibilities and quietly carried them on her own shouldersMany years later, Xiaowei finally brought this layer of truth homeShurou also came to Thailand and met the elderly NanzhiBy then, Nanzhi's hair had turned white, her memory had grown hazyShe held kapok flowers in her hand, the same flowers she had once sent to Shurou in her lettersThe two women finally stood on the same piece of landOne had waited a lifetime, one had guarded a lifetime, one had thought herself abandoned, one had hidden herself away to complete another's happinessThey did not weep loudly, nor did they question each otherTrue suffering, in the end, is seldom cried outShurou stayed with Nanzhi for several daysUntil before their parting, Nanzhi seemed to suddenly recognize her from the long fog, and asked softly: "The cured pork I sent you, was it good"Shurou said, "It was good"Nanzhi said, "If it was good, I'll send more"In these words, nothing was explained, yet everything was explainedWhat Nanzhi remembered was not her own grievances, not who she had loved, not who had misunderstood herWhat she remembered was that she had once sent cured pork to that woman far away, she remembered that she had cared for herShe was still thinking that if you found it good, I could send moreAnd so the two old women embracedThere was, of course, the same man between themBut in the end, they were no longer rivals, no longer standing on opposite sides of obligationThey were family bound by the same fateShurou finally knew that what she had received in her life was not the perfunctory gestures of a husband who had changed his heart, but the bonds of loyalty that another woman had spent a lifetime continuing for himAnd Nanzhi finally reached a moment when she could be seen, even if she did not truly demand this momentXiaowei had originally gone to Thailand for moneyBut what he brought back was not wealth, it was something almost forgotten: what it means for a person to honor their word, to keep faith across a lifetimePerhaps this is where the film truly captivatesIt does not say that "to love someone means you must possess them"Instead, it says that love can become waiting, can become sending money, can become writing letters, can become the words "if it's good, I'll send more"It speaks not only of love between men and women, but of homeland, family, fellow countrymen, promises and responsibilitiesAnd how, in a turbulent era, they survived through letters that slowly made their way across the distanceSo the "love letters" in Love Letters to Grandma are written not only to Ye Shurou, but also to Xie Nanzhi, to Zheng MushengThey are written to those who left home, guarded home, and waited for home in that great eraIt lets us believe that some love, even when unseen, does not mean it did not existThat some people, even when they did not return, does not mean they forgot the way homeThat some truths, even when delayed by many years, when finally spoken, can still let two white-haired people, in a quiet embrace, gently lay down a lifetime of misunderstanding前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个男孩从洗瓶工厂的苦工成长为作家的感人故事，狄更斯最温暖的自传体小说。Where should I begin, telling the story of my lifeThe day I was born, there was a birthmark on the left side of my headSome said it was a sign of good luck, others said it meant nothing at allBut as the years went by, I came to feel that my life was truly worth tellingI was born in a quiet little town in EnglandMy mother Clara was gentle, and she loved to laughOur nurse Peggotty had rough hands, but she held me so carefullyIn those days, life was like the fire in the hearth, warm and comfortingBut the good days did not last longMr Murdstone walked into our homeHis eyes were cold as iceMy mother married him, and the laughter in our house faded awayHe disciplined me with a stick, and would send me to stand in the corner for the smallest thingMy mother did not dare to speak, she could only cry quietly in the dark of nightLater, he sent me to work in a bottle-washing factory in LondonI was only ten years old, washing bottles all day, my hands soaked in lye water, red and achingI was surrounded by grown-ups, but no one talked to meI felt like a stone, left by the side of the road, forgotten by everyoneBut I did not want to live like this foreverI saved up a little money, and ran away in secretI walked alone across the open fields of England, for days on endThe soles of my shoes wore through, and my feet were covered in blistersI was heading to Dover, to find my father's aunt, Miss Betsey TrotwoodWhen I finally found my aunt, I was covered in dirt from head to toeShe stood at the garden gate, and stared at me for a long timeThen she said, "Come along, child, let's get you washed up first"My aunt spoke in a gruff voice, but her heart was softer than anyone'sShe took me in, and sent me to schoolAt school, I met a boy named SteerforthHe was handsome, he spoke well, and I thought of him as my best friendBut I was wrong about himHe ran away with Peggotty's niece Little Em'ly, and shattered a perfectly good familyThat was when I learned, the better someone smiles, the less you can trust their heartI also met Mr MicawberHe was a poor gentleman, always in debt, always waiting for money that was "coming any day now"But he never once wore a gloomy face, he laughed every single dayLater, Mr Micawber exposed the scheme of a true villainThat villain was Uriah Heep, always bowing his head, calling himself "humble"But all along, he had been scheming behind people's backs, cheating Mr Wickfield out of his fortuneMr Micawber presented the evidence, and exposed him before everyoneMr Wickfield's daughter Agnes, was the kindest person I have ever knownShe was always quiet and gentle, and every word she said put your heart at easeIn my most confused moments, she said to me, "David, you're going to be someone remarkable"I did not understand it then, but later I realized, she had been by my side all alongWhen I grew older, I fell in love with DoraShe was beautiful beyond words, her smile like a flower in springWe got married, and our days were as sweet as honeyBut Dora's health was never good, she grew thinner and thinner, like a flower slowly wilting awayIn the end, she left meThat night, I sat alone in the empty room, and the whole world went silentAfter Dora was gone, I poured all my grief into writingPage by page, I turned all the happy and painful days into storiesAnd as I wrote, I suddenly realized, the one who had always been there for me, was AgnesShe was not as dazzling as Dora, but she was like a lamp, burning quietly, never going outI finally gathered the courage, and told Agnes what was in my heartShe cried, and said she had waited for those words for so very longWe got married, and our life was peaceful and warmI sat at my desk writing stories, while she sat beside me, reading quietlyThe fire in the hearth crackled, and rain fell softly outside the windowI looked up at her, and she smiled back at meIn this life of mine, I have taken many wrong turns, endured much hardship, and lost the ones I loved mostBut I never once gave upI went from a little boy washing bottles, to a man who tells storiesIf you ask me, was this life worth livingI would say, yes, it was worth itEvery single step was worth it前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个淘气男孩的冒险成长故事, 刷墙的智慧, 墓地惊魂On the banks of the Mississippi River, in the little town of St Petersburg, summer sun baked the white wooden housesA boy with messy hair ran barefoot down the muddy road, his pockets full of marbles and dead bugs, his knees caked in mudHis name was Tom Sawyer, the biggest troublemaker in townAunt Polly stood at the door, waving a wooden spoon, Tom slipped out the back, hopped over the fence, and ran faster than a rabbitHe didn't want to whitewash that long fence, it was his punishment for the dayHe crouched under a tree watching ants carry their loads, his mind spinning with a clever trickSuddenly he jumped up, grabbed the brush, and made one stroke on the wallHis friend Billy walked by, and Tom pretended that painting the fence was the most fun thing in the worldHe hummed a tune, painted a stroke, stepped back, and tilted his head to admire his workBilly was mesmerized, and begged Tom to let him tryTom shook his head and said, "This isn't just for anyone, you know"Billy pulled out an apple, and only then did Tom hand over the brushOne by one, the other kids lined up to paint the fenceTom sat under the tree eating apples, watching them workThe fence got painted three times, and his pockets were stuffed with marbles, spools of thread, and little pinwheelsThe sun went down, and the town grew quiet, Tom climbed out the window with a dead cat and sneaked off to the graveyardHe wanted to try an old trick, using a dead cat to cure wartsHuck Finn was waiting for him under the old treeHuck had no mother and no home, he wore ragged clothes, and the grown-ups in town wouldn't let him near their childrenThe two boys crouched behind a tombstone, the moonlight stretching their shadows longThree dark figures walked up, it was Dr Robinson, old Muff Potter, and Injun JoeThey were digging up a grave, and a quarrel broke outInjun Joe knocked Potter to the ground with one punch, grabbed Potter's knife, and stabbed the doctorTom and Huck trembled all over, clutching each other in terrorInjun Joe shoved the knife into Potter's hand, and when Potter woke up, he thought he'd killed the manThe two boys ran home as fast as they could, swearing they'd never breathe a word about that nightA few days later, Potter was locked up in jail, Everyone in town said he was the murdererTom couldn't eat, couldn't sleepHe went to visit Potter, and Potter actually thanked the townsfolk for being kind to himTom's heart felt like a stone was pressing down on itOn the day of the trial, Tom sat in the courtroom, his palms dripping with sweatPotter hung his head, and his lawyer didn't even try to defend himTom stood up and walked to the judgeHe raised his hand and told the truth about that nightInjun Joe lunged forward, knocked over his chair, smashed through the courtroom door, and disappeared without a tracePotter was set free, and he hugged Tom and criedTom became the hero of the town, but he wasn't happy at allInjun Joe was still out there somewhere, and Tom had nightmares every nightHe got his best friends Joe Harper and Huck together, and the three of them decided to become piratesThey stole some bread and salted meat, paddled a raft down the river, and landed on Jackson's IslandNo grown-ups on the island, and no rules eitherThey swam in their bare skin, caught fish in the river, and kept the campfire burning till midnightTom lay on the grass, thinking it was the greatest place in the worldThe townsfolk searched every inch of the riverbank, but couldn't find the three boysEveryone thought they'd drownedA funeral was held at the church, and Aunt Polly cried so hard she could barely standJust as the preacher was saying the last words, the church door creaked openTom, Huck, and Joe Harper stood in the doorway, alive and full of energyThe whole church went silent for a second, then erupted into deafening cheersAunt Polly grabbed Tom and held him tight, laughing and crying at the same timeNear the end of summer, Becky invited everyone to explore McDougal's CaveThe cave was huge, its tunnels winding like a mazeTom and Becky ran ahead of the others, holding up candles, going deeper and deeperThey saw bats, an underground lake, and stalactites hanging like iciclesWhen the candles were almost gone, they realized they were lostTom scratched marks on the walls, but every tunnel looked the sameBecky was terrified, tears rolling down her cheeks one by oneTom held her hand and promised he'd find the way outThey shared the last piece of cake, and when the candles died, the cave was pitch blackTom felt his way forward, his fingers trailing along the wet stone wallsThen he spotted a faint glimmer of light in the distanceIt was sunlight, He pulled Becky through a small hole and out into the openThey collapsed on the grass, gulping down big breaths of fresh airThe whole town was overjoyed, but then Tom heard something terribleThe judge had put a heavy iron door on the cave entrance and locked itTom's face went white in an instantInjun Joe was still inside the cavePeople rushed to the cave, pried open the door, and found Injun Joe dead inside, his knife still beside himTom stayed silent for a long timeSome time later, Tom went to find HuckHe led Huck back into the cave, and from the corner where Injun Joe had hidden, they dug out a chest full of gold coinsTwelve thousand dollars in gold, gleaming in the candlelightThe two boys stared wide-eyed, looking at each other, and then they burst out laughing togetherEveryone in town said Tom Sawyer had grown up, that he'd become a real heroBut Tom was still the same old Tom, with his messy hair, his muddy knees, and his pockets full of marbles and stones前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事,读绘本,磨耳朵.一只小兔子的菜园大冒险,顽皮与成长的故事温暖了一百多年的小读者Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and PeterThey lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree"Now my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden your Father had an accident there he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor""Now run along, and don't get into mischief I am going out"Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker's She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant bunsFlopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberriesBut Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gateFirst he ate some lettuces and some French beans and then he ate some radishesAnd then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsleyBut round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregorMr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief"Peter was most dreadfully frightened he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gateHe lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoesAfter losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite newPeter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himselfMr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind himHe rushed into the tool-shed, and jumped into a can It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in itMr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool-shed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot He began to turn them over carefully, looking under eachPresently Peter sneezed "Kertyschoo" Mr. McGregor was after him in no timeHe tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter He went back to his workPeter sat down to rest he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go Also he was very damp with sitting in that canAfter a time he began to wander about, going lippity — lippity — not very fast, and looking all roundHe found a door in a wall but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneathAn old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer She only shook her head at him Peter began to cryThen he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzledPresently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans A white cat was staring at some gold-fish, she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her he had heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin BunnyHe went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch Peter scuttered underneath the bushesBut presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow and peeped over The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gatePeter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushesMr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the gardenMr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirdsPeter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-treeHe was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole and shut his eyes His mother was busy cooking she wondered what he had done with his clothes It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnightI am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the eveningHis mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea and she gave a dose of it to Peter"One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time"But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜Phoebe Gilman 每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一条蓝星星毯子，在爷爷的巧手下变成外套、背心、领带、手帕、纽扣，直到什么都没有了，爱却变成了一个永远的故事。There's something in this world that gets better the older it getsIt's not gold, not jewelsIt's the love Grandpa sews into every stitch, every threadJoseph knew this secret from the time he was littleThe day Joseph was born, Grandpa brought an old chair, sat down by the windowHe took out a piece of blue fabric, covered in little golden starsGrandpa's needle went up and down, stitching all afternoon longA beautiful blue starry blanket was doneMom wrapped the blanket around Joseph, and he slept so soundlyJoseph grew bigger every day, and the blanket grew olderIt got fuzzy, and the edges started to frayMom said, "Joseph, this blanket is old and worn, it's time to throw it out"Joseph ran to find GrandpaGrandpa picked up the blanket, looked it over, rubbed his chin, and smiled"Grandpa can fix anything"He picked up his scissors, snip snip, and turned the blanket into a blue jacketJoseph put on the jacket, and ran outside happilyJoseph wore his jacket to school, to play, and to buy candy in townThe jacket got smaller and smaller, and the cuffs started to tearMom said, "Joseph, this jacket is old and worn, it's time to throw it out"Joseph ran to Grandpa againGrandpa picked up the jacket, turned it inside out, and smiled"Grandpa can fix anything"He picked up his scissors, snip snip, and turned the jacket into a blue vestJoseph put on the vest, and felt so proudAs the days went by, the vest got worn out tooMom said it was time to throw it awayGrandpa picked up his scissors, and turned the vest into a blue tieJoseph wore the tie to his school play, and all his friends said it looked greatLater the tie got old too, and Grandpa turned it into a blue handkerchiefJoseph folded the handkerchief neatly every day, and kept it in his pocketThe handkerchief got worn through, so Grandpa took the last piece of blue clothHe stitched it carefully, sew and sew, into a little buttonJoseph sewed the button onto his shirt, and told everyone he met"This was made by my Grandpa"One day, Joseph looked down, and the button was goneHe searched every pocket, looked all over his room, but the button was nowhere to be foundJoseph ran to Grandpa, and said sadly"Grandpa, the button is lost, there's nothing left"Grandpa held Joseph close, didn't say a word, just patted his back gentlyThat night, Joseph sat at the table, picked up a penHe drew a blue starry blanket on the paper, drew the jacket, drew the vestHe drew the tie, drew the handkerchief, drew that little buttonAnd he wrote down this story, word by wordThe material was gone, but the story would last foreverJoseph handed the paper to Mom, and said with a smile"Look Mom, Grandpa's way, it can even make a book"前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个孩子眼里无所不能的妈妈，温暖幽默，充满爱与想象力。She's nice, my mumMy mum's a fantastic cook, and a brilliant jugglerShe's a great painter, and the strongest woman in the worldShe's really nice, my mumMy mum's a magic gardener, and she can make anything growAnd she's a good fairy, when I'm sad she can make me happyShe can sing like an angel, and roar like a lionShe's really, really nice, my mumMy mum's as beautiful as a butterfly, and as comfy as an armchairShe's as soft as a kitten, and as tough as a rhinoShe's really, really, REALLY nice, my mumMy mum could be a dancer, or an astronautShe could be a film star, or the big bossBut she's my mumShe's a supermumAnd she makes me laugh, a lotI love my mumAnd you know whatShe loves meand she always will前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个虚荣的皇帝被骗子愚弄，全城人都假装看见不存在的华服，直到一个天真的小孩喊出真相。Many years ago, there was an emperor who loved beautiful new clothes, he spent all his money on clothes, never cared about his army, never watched plays, never went to the park, only thought about showing off his new clothesPeople always said about him, "The emperor is in the dressing room"One day, two tricksters came to the city, they said they were weavers who could weave the most beautiful cloth anyone could imagineThis cloth had a strange quality, anyone who was foolish or incompetent would not be able to see itThe emperor thought, if I wear such clothes, I can find out who in my kingdom is incompetent, who is wise and who is foolishSo he paid a lot of money to the two tricksters and asked them to weave the cloth right awayActually there was nothing on the looms, the tricksters put all the silk and gold into their own pockets, only pretending to work on the empty looms until late at nightFirst, the emperor sent his honest old minister to look, the minister opened his eyes very wide, but saw nothingBut he thought, could I be foolish?, I must never let anyone know!So he praised it saying, "It's beautiful! It's wonderful!"The emperor then sent another official to look, similarly he saw nothing and dared not say anything, only kept praising how beautiful the cloth wasFinally, the emperor went to look himself, he saw nothing and was very scared inside, am I a foolish person?, don't I deserve to be emperor?But he still said, "Oh, it's beautiful! I'm very satisfied!"The emperor granted the two tricksters titles of nobility and medals, he called them "Royal Weavers"The night before the parade, the tricksters worked through the night, they lit candles, pretended to cut fabric with scissors, sewed with needles that had no threadThe next morning, the emperor arrived with his knights, the two tricksters raised their hands as if holding something, they said, "Here are the pants, here's the robe, here's the outer garment, light as spider webs, you feel like you're wearing nothing"The emperor took off all his clothes, the tricksters pretended to dress him in the new garments, they fastened something around his waist as a trainThe emperor turned before the mirror, everyone said, "How perfectly it fits! How beautiful!"The emperor paraded through the streets beneath a magnificent canopy, people on the streets and in windows all exclaimed, "Wow! The emperor's new clothes are so beautiful! The train is so gorgeous!"Nobody wanted to admit they couldn't see anythingSuddenly, a child shouted out, "But he's not wearing any clothes!"The father said, "Listen to that innocent voice!", everyone quietly spread the word"He isn't wearing any clothes! A child said he isn't wearing any clothes!""He really isn't wearing any clothes!", finally all the people saidThe emperor trembled slightly, but he thought, I must complete the paradeSo he walked with even prouder spirits, his officials followed behind, holding a train that didn't actually exist前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个穷困潦倒的美国水手意外获得一张百万英镑钞票，在伦敦上演了一段关于信任、友谊与命运的奇妙冒险。London, fog drifted over the ThamesA young man in a worn coat stood before a grand house, clutching a letterThe envelope had no name, just one line: please come at three o'clockHe didn't know that pushing open that door would change his fate foreverThe young man's name was Henry, an American sailorA month ago his ship had gone down at sea, and he'd drifted to England with only one dollar in his pocketHe was starving, walking the streets of London, too ashamed to even step into a bakeryJust as he was about to faint from hunger, a letter was pressed into his handThe door openedTwo elderly men with white hair sat by the fireplace, their eyes gleamingThe older brother said, "Young man, I'd like to make a bet with you"He pulled a banknote from a drawer, and slapped it on the tableHenry looked down, and his eyes nearly popped out of his headIt was a million-pound banknote, more money than he'd ever seen in his entire lifeThe older brother said, "I bet that if you give this note to a poor man, he'll starve in a month, because no one in London can change it"The younger brother shook his head, "I bet he won't just survive, he'll thrive"Before Henry could figure out what was happening, the banknote was stuffed into his pocketThe two old men pushed him out the doorHenry clutched the million-pound note, walking down a London streetHis stomach growling, he stepped into a small restaurant, and ordered a steakAfter he finished, he pulled out the note and handed it overThe owner took one look, his eyes went wide, and his hands started to shakeHe searched every drawer, searched every shelf, but couldn't make change for a single pennyHenry said, "No worries, I'll come back and settle up another day"The owner grabbed his arm, "Sir, come anytime you like, this meal is on the house"Henry stood there in shockHe walked into a tailor's shop, hoping to get a proper suit madeThe tailor took his measurements, and Henry handed over the banknoteOne glance at it, and the tailor's legs nearly buckledHe said with deepest respect, "Sir, this suit is free, please come back in a few days to pick it up"Just as Henry turned to leave, the tailor called after him"Sir, could you possibly change this into smaller bills, so I can give you your change"Henry said, "I don't have any other money on me"The tailor gritted his teeth, dug into his own pocket, and pressed a handful of coins into Henry's hand"Sir, here's your change, please keep it safe"Word spread fastAll of London was talking about the young American with the million-pound noteRestaurants competed to invite him for meals, shops competed to send him gifts, and newspapers put him on the front pageNo one dared take his money, and no one could change that banknoteHenry didn't spend a single penny, yet he ate the finest food, wore the finest clothes, and stayed in the best hotelsOne day, Henry met a girl in the parkHer name was Portia, and her eyes shone like moonlight on the ThamesPortia didn't care whether Henry had money or notShe just thought this American young man was funny, and his laugh was bright and warmFor the first time, Henry felt that the banknote had brought him something more than free lunches, it had brought him a real friendThe days went byHenry discovered a secret, as long as people believe you're rich, you really are richHe started helping friends sell stocks, and connecting businessmen with each otherWhat people saw wasn't his ability, but that million-pound note in his pocket, the likes of which no one had ever seenAfter a month, Henry had earned twenty thousand pounds of his own, all through the power of trustHe carefully folded the million-pound note, and tucked it into his coat pocketThe thirty days were upHenry walked into the grand house in a sharp suitThe two old men sat by the fireplace, exactly as they had a month beforeHenry pulled out the banknote, set it on the table, and said with a smile"I'm returning this note to you, without a single scratch on itBut I've made twenty thousand pounds, and I've made the best friend in the world"The older brother's jaw dropped, he couldn't say a wordThe younger brother slapped the table and laughed, "I won"Portia walked in from outside, and took Henry's armShe looked at the two old men with a bright smile, and said"And soon, he'll have one more family member"Henry looked at Portia, then at the banknote on the table, the one that had rewritten his destinyHe smiled, brighter than the London sunshine前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜安东尼·布朗（Anthony Browne）｜每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个孩子眼中的超级爸爸，像大猩猩一样强壮，像泰迪熊一样柔软，他什么都不怕，因为他爱我。He's all right, my dadMy dad isn't afraid of ANYTHING, even the Big Bad WolfHe can jump right over the moon, and walk on a tightrope, without falling offHe can wrestle with giants, or win the fathers' race on sports day easilyHe's all right, my dadMy dad can eat like a horse, and he can swim like a fishHe's as strong as a gorilla, and as happy as a hippopotamusHe's all right, my dadMy dad's as big as a house, and as soft as my teddyHe's as wise as an owl, except when he tries to helpHe's all right, my dadMy dad's a great dancer, and a brilliant singerHe's fantastic at soccer, and he makes me laugh, a lotI love my dad, and you know whatHE LOVES ME, and he always will前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜五味太郎（Gomi Taro）｜每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。鳄鱼怕看牙医，牙医怕看鳄鱼，当两个"怕怕鬼"相遇，一场爆笑又温馨的看牙之旅开始了The crocodile's tooth really hurtsHe holds his cheek, pacing back and forth in the roomBut he can't avoid seeing the dentistThe crocodile looks at himself in the mirror, and slowly says, "Do I really have to go"The dentist sits in the clinic, flipping through the appointment bookA crocodile is coming to see him todayThe dentist puts down the book, sighs and says, "Do I really have to go"The crocodile puts on his coat, opens the door, and walks forward step by stepHe keeps his head down, staring at his toes"I really have to go"The dentist puts on his white coat, turns on the exam room lightHe picks up the mirror and the little hook, and takes a deep breath"I really have to go"The crocodile walks through the clinic doorThe hallway smells like disinfectantHe looks up and sees the dental room sign, his legs feel a bit weak"Ah", the crocodile lets out a small cryThe dentist hears footsteps outside the doorHe turns around, and sees a huge shadow at the door"Ah", the dentist also lets out a small cryThe crocodile sits in the treatment chairThe dentist pulls the lamp closer, leaning toward the crocodile's mouthBoth of them open their eyes wideThe crocodile thinks to himself, "I really have to go"The dentist also thinks to himself, "I really have to go"The dentist picks up the little mirror, and looks inside the crocodile's mouthA big cavity, dark and deepThe crocodile opens his mouth wide, showing his sharp teethThe dentist's hands are shaking a littleThe crocodile's mouth is also shaking a littleThe dentist picks up the drill, aiming at the bad tooth"Ouch", the crocodile cries outHe swings his hand, almost hitting the dentist"Ouch", the dentist also cries outHe steps back, almost falling downThe dentist steadies himself, and leans in again"Don't be afraid", the dentist says softlyHe pats the crocodile's shoulder"Don't be afraid", the crocodile also says softlyHe pats the dentist's armThe dentist keeps drilling the bad toothThe grinding sound fills the roomThe crocodile grips the armrests of the chair tightlyThe dentist grips his tools tightly tooBoth of them are trying to hold onFinally, the drilling is doneThe dentist puts down his tools, and wipes the sweatThe crocodile lets go of the armrests, and lets out a long breathBoth of them are exhaustedThe dentist starts to fill the toothLittle by little, he fills the material into the cavityThe crocodile keeps his mouth open, not moving at allThe dentist works carefully, filling it bit by bitThe filling is doneThe dentist turns off the lamp, and stands upThe crocodile sits up in the chair, moving his jaw aroundThey look at each otherThe dentist says seriously, "You must brush your teeth every day"The crocodile nods hard, and says seriously, "I will brush my teeth every day"The crocodile stands up, and walks toward the doorHe takes two steps, then turns around"So I will never forget to brush my teeth"The dentist also nods, watching the crocodile leave"So you will never forget to brush your teeth"The crocodile reaches the door, and pushes it open"See you next year"The dentist stands in the exam room, waving his hand"See you next year"The crocodile walks on his way home, holding his mouthHe thinks to himself, "I never want to see him again"The dentist sits in the clinic, putting away his toolsHe also thinks to himself, "I never want to see him again"前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜Leo LionniThis is little blueHere he is at home with papa and mama blueLittle blue has many friends, but his best friend is little yellowwho lives across the streetHow they love to play at hide-and-seekand ring-a-ring-o'-rosesIn school they sit still in neat rowsAfter school they run and jump and chase each other all the way homeOne day mama blue went shopping"You stay home," she said to little blueBut little blue went out to look for little yellowAlas, the house across the street was emptyHe looked hereand thereand everywhereuntil suddenly, around a corner, there was little yellowHappily they hugged each otherand hugged each otherand hugged each otheruntil they were greenThen they went to play in the parkThey ran through a long dark tunnelThey chased little orange up and down the hillsThey climbed a great big mountainWhen they were tired, they went homeBut papa and mama blue said, "You are not our little blue, you are green"And papa and mama yellow said, "You are not our little yellow, you are green"Little blue and little yellow were very sadThey cried big blue and yellow tearsThey cried and cried until they were all tearsWhen they finally pulled themselves apart, there was little blueand there was little yellowThey said, "Will they believe us now"Mama blue and papa blue were very happy to see their little blueThey hugged him and kissed himAnd they hugged little yellow toobut look, they became greenNow they knew what had happenedand so they went across the street to bring the good newsThey all hugged each other with joyand the children played until suppertime前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜W. Somerset Maugham（萨默塞特·毛姆）Afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting slender shadows on the floorKitty lay in Charlie's arms, savoring this stolen momentThe whistle of the Victoria Harbour sounded outside, as if accompanying this love that should never have begunSuddenly, the white corridor handle turned silentlyKitty jerked upright, heart poundingNo one stood outside the door, yet her heart would never know peace againKitty was born into an English middle-class familyShe was naturally beautiful, raised by her mother to be pleasing and charmingHer mother's greatest ambition was for her to marry into wealth and statusBut the years slipped away, and at twenty-five, Kitty remained unmarriedHer younger sister's wedding announcement came, she was about to marry into a baronet's householdKitty felt her pride woundedJust as her mother's face grew increasingly grim, the bacteriologist Walter appearedHe was quiet and unromantic, Kitty did not love himBut she was exhausted from her mother's sighsSo she accepted his proposal, and hastily became a wifeAfter their wedding, Walter brought Kitty to Hong KongHere the city blazed with lights and noise, its social calendar perpetually fullAt a dinner party, Kitty met Charlie TownsendHe was tall and handsome, articulate and magnetic, the center of everyone's attentionKitty felt he was her destined soulShe did not know that fate had already marked the price in darknessThat afternoon, Kitty met again at Charlie's apartmentShe lay in his arms, thinking she held the entire worldThe white corridor handle turned silently once moreKitty sat up in alarmThis time, Walter stood outside the doorHe looked at her silently, without rage, without accusationThat stillness suffocated Kitty"I know," Walter's voice was softWalter gave Kitty a choiceEither go with him to cholera-affected Meitan, or Charlie divorce his wife and marry herKitty refused to believe it, she went to CharlieShe thought he would give up everything for herBut Charlie frowned, saying he could not leave his wifeHe said he loved Kitty, but would not divorceHe even said, "What we said in the heat of passion doesn't count"In that moment, Kitty's world shattered completelyKitty was forced to board the boat to Meitan with WalterThis city was engulfed by cholera, the air thick with disinfectantCoffins were carried through the streets, death's shadow loomed everywhereKitty was terrified, yet had nowhere to escapeShe hated Walter for punishing her this wayBut she hated herself more, hated herself for her original choiceIn Meitan, Kitty encountered the nuns at the conventThey were simple yet noble, quietly tending to the sick and orphanedThey never complained, never asked for anything in returnKitty had never witnessed such a way of living, such faithShe began asking herself, what had she truly been pursuing all her lifeMeanwhile, Kitty discovered a different side of WalterHe was highly skilled medically, working tirelessly day and night to save patientsHe was compassionate at heart, caring for every patient with devotionThe people of the afflicted area respected him, needed himKitty realized she had never truly understood her husband beforeKitty decided she could no longer simply waitShe went to the convent and requested to help care for the orphansThe nuns accepted herHere, Kitty felt needed for the first time through givingNot for her beauty, not for being pleasingBut for having done something meaningfulDays passed, Kitty felt herself changingShe began understanding Walter, his silence, his loveBut just then, she discovered she was pregnantAfter two years of marriage with no child, it came at this momentThat night, Walter asked her, "Is the child mine"Kitty opened her mouth, but could not speak a single wordMoonlight streamed through the window, illuminating both their facesThe story ends hereWhen the veil is lifted, can we truly see our authentic selves前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜维克多·雨果每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个发生在1482年巴黎的动人故事，关于善良与丑陋、爱与牺牲，叩问心灵的永恒答案。前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

原著作者｜威廉·莎士比亚In Denmark, the winter was colder than any winter beforeThe old king's death was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into everyone's earsThe funeral bell rang three timesQueen Gertrude didn't cry, her eyes like a frozen lake, showing no emotion at allLess than a month later, she married the new king ClaudiusThe air in the whole court felt blockedServants walked with heads bowedMinisters' boots made no sound on the carpetOnly Hamlet knewHis eyes were colder than the winter windHe stood at the end of the palace corridor, his fingers digging crescents into his palmsNo moonA figure rose from the shadow of the city wallPale armor, ashen face, a deep wound on the neck visible to the boneHamlet's breath stopped"I am your brother" the ghost's voice like squeezed from stone cracks "He poured poison in my ear"The prince didn't retreatHis fist clenched until veins popped, nails digging into his palms"Remember me"The ghost faded into the cold windHamlet stood alone in the darkness, like a statueThe players entered the palaceThe old player's eyes were like stones polished by years"What shall we perform, Your Highness"Hamlet handed the scriptHis fingertips trembled, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth"Just the simplest one"The performance began at duskOn stage, actors vividly portrayed the king and queenClaudius sat on the throne, fingers drumming the armrest unconsciouslyThe third act began"The king fell asleep in the garden" the actor's voice was clear "His brother quietly approached and poured poison in his ear"Claudius's face changedNot pale, but gray-white, like drained of bloodHe stood up abruptly, his chair fell back, the sound echoing through the silent hall"Light the lamps" his voice crackedHamlet stood in the shadow, eyes had cold gleam, no tearsHe confirmed itThe time for revenge, was ripeThe Queen's chamberCandlelight cast shaking shadows on the wallsGertrude sat at the vanity, her lips moved, but no sound came"You shouldn't have married him""He's the king" "He killed Father"The Queen's face turned ashenShe opened her mouth, wanted to speakBehind the curtain, someone was tremblingHamlet's gaze swept overHis arm was faster than his thinkingThe sword left the scabbard like a sighThen the dull sound of a body falling, like a puppet with cut stringsHe pulled the curtain asidePolonius lay in a pool of blood, blood stains forming dark brown cracks across that aged faceHamlet didn't cryHis eyes held only cold gleam"Send him to England"Claudius's voice came from outside the door, cold as a bladeIn the sealed ship cabin, only the sounds of ratsHamlet crouched in the corner, fingers searching the floor cracksA letterHe pried open the seal with trembling fingersThe King of England would behead two envoys upon arrivalHis fingers trembledBut his eyes lit upHe had a planThe pen tip moved under candlelight, ink slowly soaked the paperA new name was writtenA new seal pressedThe shipwreck happenedThe ship broke into pieces in the stormHamlet grabbed a piece of wood, drifted in the dark seaHe woke lying on the beachA pirate islandBut they let him go"This man is interesting" the pirate chief said "There's fire in his eyes"Hamlet stepped onto Danish landClaudius's spies were everywhereBut he didn't care"A duel" Claudius smiled "My dear nephew has returned, we should celebrate"Horatio burst into the room, his face white as paper"The letter, I intercepted it, they'll kill you in the duel"Hamlet looked at the sky outside the windowHis gaze fell on the sword"I know"He smiled, the smile contained icy thingsThe dueling hall was bright with candlesClaudius sat on the high platform, his wine cup gleamed in the candlelight, with faint luster insideLaertes walked to Hamlet's side, whispered "Let me be your second"The prince shook his headHis fingers picked up the sword, the pommel pressed into his palmThe first thrustA feintThe second thrustHamlet's sword tip cut Rozencrantz's armThe third thrustClaudius's sword tip stabbed toward the prince's chestThe Queen stood up, her lips moved, wanted to speakThe wine cup was emptyGertrude's body began to convulse"The wine" her voice caughtHer fingers grabbed the tablecloth, knuckles whiteShe fell, her eyes still looking at HamletClaudius's sword pierced the prince's shoulderBut Hamlet's sword also pierced himClaudius fell into the pool of blood, eyes wide open, like seeing something he shouldn't have seenRozencrantz rushed over, but Laertes's sword had already pierced his chestHe fell beside his fatherHamlet fell on the stageHis blood flowed on the wooden planks, like a thin dark red riverHoratio rushed over, held his head"Live" the prince's voice like from far away "Denmark needs someone to remember"His hand fellThe hall was silentThe Prince of Denmark, the Queen of Denmark, Claudius, RozencrantzAll had fallenOnly Horatio still stoodHe stood and walked to the windowDawn was breaking outsideBut Denmark's sun, would never rise again前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

苏轼（字子瞻，号东坡居士）Why is life so unhappy, just because you've never read Su DongpoNine centuries have passed, yet Su Dongpo remains the soul ferryman for countless Chinese peopleWhen life presses down on you till you can't breathe, open this biography of Su Dongpo, you'll find there's no predicament you can't escape, only a heart that refuses to healIn the year 1037, Su Shi was born in Meishan, SichuanHis father Su Xun didn't start serious studying until the age of twenty sevenHis mother Cheng Shi taught him the Book of Later Han herselfAt ten years old, he read the story of Fan Pang's death for righteousnessHe looked up and asked his mother, if I became like Pang, would you consent to thatThe seed of serving the world was planted at age tenAt twenty one, he and his brother Su Che passed the imperial examination togetherThe chief examiner Ouyang Xiu read his paper and exclaimed, this old man must step aside, to give this person room to rise above othersThe idiom to rise above others originated from this very momentBut fate never follows a scriptWhen Su Shi first entered official service, he encountered Wang Anshi's reformHe cared deeply for the common people, he couldn't help speaking out directlyThis angered the new party, several times he barely survivedAt forty five, the Crow Terrace Poetry Case explodedHe was imprisoned for one hundred and three daysOnce friends covered the empire, yet with one fall, few came to inquireBarely surviving, what awaited him was an imperial edict, exiled to HuangzhouHuangzhou was an isolated small town, his post there was merely a title in name onlySu Shi's heart was at a loss, full of confusionUntil one rainy day, he heard distant temples playing peaceful zen soundsSuddenly he seemed to understand something, no contending, no grasping, self contentmentFrom then on, he shed his scholar's robe, wore coarse cloth clothes, and worked the fields like a farmerWith no side dishes, he slaughtered his sick ox, ate beef while drinking fine wineDrunk with joy, he even placed a large watermelon on his head, walking and singing along the furrowsImagine that scene, a once world famous literary giant, wobbling with a watermelon on his head, humming a tuneWhen the sun shone bright, he rowed at Red Cliff, in misty rain he smiled at wind and rain, and wrote: "No more rain, no more wind, no more blinding sun"It was here that Su Zizhan became Su DongpoThis Dongpo was not granted by the court, but grew from the earth by his own handsSpeaking of talent, before Su Shi, ci poetry was popular songs sung by banquet entertainers, scholars thought it beneath themYet Su Shi waved his brush and unleashed the great river flowing east, making ci grand like rivers and seasWhen will the moon arise, making ci philosophical as the bright moonTen years apart, the living barely know the dead, making ci profound as the oceanHe alone elevated ci poetry to equal standing with poetryHe could also turn the most ordinary days into verse, mugwort filling the fields, short reed shoots, it is the season for river pufferfishDaily I eat three hundred lychees, willingly forever a person of LingnanIn Su Shi's writing, life became poetry everywhereYet fate did not spare himAt fifty nine he was again exiled to Huizhou, at sixty two he was sent to distant Hainan Danzhou by a solitary boat, the farther the exile the more tragicHe himself sighed, worldly affairs are but a great dream, life has only several autumns of chillIf it were anyone else, they would likely have lost heart long ago, complaining against heaven and blaming fateBut Su Dongpo did notHis openness was not about seeing through things, but about never taking himself seriouslyIn Huizhou, plagued by tropical diseases, he admired the vast scenery, invented roast lamb spine, developed a love for lychees, even brewed his own wine, the jade colored Zhenyi wineIn Danzhou, scarce population, no meat for food, no room for shelter, he built houses himself, named them Betel Nut ResidenceIn boredom he told ghost stories with villagers under trees, laughing with sheer joyWhat the world called suffering, in his hands became seasoning for lifeHe chewed hardship, swallowed it, then dusted his hands saying, not bad, quite flavorfulAnd he was not merely a man of letters, but also a practical administratorWest Lake was more than half silted, he mobilized two hundred thousand laborers to build a long causeway, this is the origin of today's Su Causeway Spring Morning sceneWhen floods threatened the city, wealthy families fled, he said if the wealthy leave, the people will panic, who will stand with me to protect themHe led from the front and saved the cityIn Danzhou he established an academy, nurturing the first provincial graduate in Hainan's historyA thousand years later, as we struggle between rat race and lying flat, we can find a third way from Su ShiWork hard with diligence, lie flat with eleganceHis greatest achievement lay not in writing how many excellent poems and ci, but in the attitude he livedIn prosperity he accomplished things, in adversity he wrote poetry, in any circumstance he never lost love and creativity for lifeOpen this biography of Su Dongpo, you're not reading another's story, but finding that fire within youSu Shi has passed away, his name merely a memoryA thousand years have passed, yet Su Dongpo remains a light in the hearts of countless Chinese people前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

出自｜艾瑞·卡尔（Eric Carle）经典儿童绘本Brown bear, brown bear, what do you seeI see a red bird looking at meThe bird says, the bird is looking at meFrog hops over, eyes sparklingCat says, cat is looking at whatCat sees a yellow duckDuck waddles, following behind catDuck says, what are you looking atI see a green frogFrog jumps into water, splashingHorse neighs in the distanceHorse eyes are big, horse is looking at meBee flies, circling around horseFish swims in waterWhat does fish seeFish sees a black dogDog drinks water by the riverDoes dog see the foxFox hides in the grassBear teacher walks inTeacher glasses sparkleStudents in the back row, sitting one by oneMom sits by the windowWhat is mom looking atMom looks out the window, smiles softlyBrown bear also laughsI see it, you are lookingEveryone, is looking at someoneEvery pair of eyes, is discovering new friends前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

出自｜玛格丽特·怀兹·布朗（Margaret Wise Brown）经典睡前绘本每天五分钟听经典英文睡前故事，读绘本，伴孩子温馨入眠。这本经典睡前绘本以柔和的笔触、重复的韵律，描绘了小兔子道晚安的温馨场景，传递出睡前仪式感与满满的安全感，是无数孩子的睡前必读。前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

出自｜伊索寓言每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一只贪图享乐的蚱蜢，在寒冬将至时陷入无食可吃的困境，而勤恳劳作的蚂蚁早已备足过冬口粮，这则故事道出了勤劳与未雨绸缪的珍贵意义。前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

出自｜安徒生童话Mother duck sits on her nest hatching eggs,The eggs crack one by one,Little ducks pop out one after another,Only the biggest egg hasn't moved yet,Finally the shell cracks,Out comes a dusty gray little duck,The brothers and sisters gather around,"So ugly," they click their tongues,"So ugly," they shake their heads,The ugly duckling lowers its head,Afraid to look at anyone,In the daytime the little ducks go learn to swim,The other ducks say,"Don't let the ugly duckling swim with us,"The ugly duckling stands on the shore,Watching everyone have fun playing,At night the little ducks huddle together to sleep,They say,"Don't let the ugly duckling sleep over here,"The ugly duckling shrinks into the corner,Shivering all alone,Days pass by one after another,The mockery keeps growing,Friends become fewer and fewer,The ugly duckling thinks,"Here nobody likes me,"It flaps its wings,Quietly leaves the pond,The forest is dark,The trees are so tall,The ugly duckling walks and walks,Can't find any food,The wind blows,It buries its head in its wings,The rain comes,It hides beneath the fallen leaves,So cold and so hungry,It curls up into a ball,But it doesn't cry,Walking forward step by step,One day it comes to a big lake,Several white birds are swimming on the lake,Their feathers are so white,Their necks are so long,The ugly duckling is completely amazed,"They are so beautiful,"It stands on the shore,Admiring these birds so much,It looks down at its own gray feathers,"I could never be this beautiful,"Winter comes,The lake surface freezes over,The white birds fly away,Flying to warm places far away,The ugly duckling stands alone on the ice,Breathing out white fog,The wind blows hard,It wraps its wings tight,The snow falls down,It lowers its head,So cold and so cold,But it still keeps waiting,Spring finally comes,The ice on the lake slowly melts,The white birds are back again,A white bird swims over,Gently touches it with its beak,"Come play with us,"The ugly duckling raises its head,Frozen in shock,It looks down into the water,A white bird is reflected in the water,With a long neck,And white feathers,"So I am also......,"The ugly duckling spreads its wings wide,The water reflects a beautiful shadow,It finally smiles,Swimming toward the white birds,The ugly duckling has become a beautiful swan,前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动

出自｜伊索寓言Morning sunlight poured into the forestUnder a big tree, a lion lay curled up, its mane rising and falling with each breathNot far away, a tiny mouse crept along, sniffing the airIt tripped, stumbling right onto the lion's whiskersThe lion opened one eyeThe little mouse froze, too scared to breatheThe lion opened his huge mouth, showing sharp teethThe mouse curled into a ball, voice trembling"Please don't eat me, maybe someday I can help you"The lion paused, then laughed, and let the mouse goThe little mouse tumbled and scrambled into the grassThree days later, the lion was walking through the valleySuddenly, a big net fell from the trees, tangling the lion tightlyThe lion roared and struggled, but the net only tightenedHunters were comingThe little mouse heard the roar and poked its head out of the grassIt recognized the lion immediatelyWithout hesitation, the mouse rushed overIt bit and chewed with its teethChomp, chomp, chompFor a long, long timeThe net finally snappedThe lion was freeThe lion lowered his head, looking at this mouse a hundred times smaller than himselfHe gently cupped the mouse in his paw"Thank you," said the lion, "tiny you, saved big me"The mouse smiled, "because we are good friends"From that day on, the animals in the forest all saidNever look down on anyoneYou never know when, you might need someone elseYou never know when, someone might need you前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动