经典英文绘本

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

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

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

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"

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

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

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

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

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"

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

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

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。

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

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

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

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。

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。

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,

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

出自｜伊索寓言The North Wind, a strongman, loved to blowThe Sun, a magician, loved to shineOne day, they met by the roadsideThe North Wind puffed out his chest and said, "I am stronger than you"The Sun shook his head and said, "Not at all"They argued back and forth endlesslyFrom a distance, a traveler came walkingHe was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, walking quickly with his head lowThe North Wind's eyes lit up and said, "The contest begins"The North Wind took a deep breath and puffed his cheeksWHOO, the wind raged, sand and stones flewThe North Wind blew and blew, sending leaves flying everywhereThe traveler pulled his collar tighter, wrapped his coat tighterThe North Wind blew harder and harder, yet the traveler wrapped his coat even tighterThe North Wind was exhausted and breathless, yet the traveler would not stopThe Sun smiled gently and stepped forward slightlySunshine spread down, warming the earthThe North Wind was not willing, blew even harderUnexpectedly, the traveler instead unfastened his coat buttonsThe Sun kept shining, warming people all overThe traveler wiped his sweat and took off his coat, draping it over his shoulderThe North Wind stared with wide eyes, frozen in placeThe Sun withdrew its light, gazing gently at the North WindThe North Wind drooped his head and said quietly, "I lost"The Sun patted the North Wind's shoulder"It is not that you are weaker than me, warmth has more power than cold"The North Wind nodded, and together with the Sun, they watched the traveler leave

原著作者｜Johanna Spyri每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个关于亲情、友情与归属感的温馨故事，发生在阿尔卑斯山的美丽风光中，触动无数读者心灵的经典儿童文学。

｜每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一部关于爱与牺牲的史诗巨作，在法国大革命的风云中见证人性的光辉。看一次哭一次，这部名著真是我的死穴，爆哭。#双城记 #英语启蒙 #英语绘本 #看动画学英语 #双语绘本 #每日英语 #治愈动画 #儿童英语 #绘本 #名著

原著作者｜大仲马 The bells of Marseille rang, the wedding feast was set A hundred miles away, in the dark dungeon of If, a man carved the 4900th mark on the stone wall That was the 4900th day and night he spent in prison His face no longer held tears His name was Edmond Dantès, he was the first mate of the ship Pharaon, and he should have married his beloved Mercedes The day before the wedding, Fernand stood at the edge of the feast, his eyes dark, he loved Mercedes, but she only saw him as a neighbor Maximilian came over, patted his shoulder, and they whispered in the corner Not far away, the prosecutor Villefort was reading a letter, someone had secretly slipped it into Dantès' clothes, the letter had Napoleon's name on it Villefort read it, folded it, put it in his pocket, and walked away as if nothing had happened He knew what to do As the wedding bells rang, police kicked open the door Dantès was handcuffed in front of Mercedes, he turned to Fernand, Fernand looked away He was pushed onto a carriage, drove to the port, drove to the black fortress on the sea Mercedes screamed behind him, the sound grew fainter, until nothing could be heard anymore The sound of the iron door locking was something Dantès would never forget The prison cell was cold, there was no sunlight, rats ran wildly in the corner He beat the iron door, he shouted for justice, no one paid attention The guard said, "You will stay here until you die" He didn't believe it In the first month, he shouted every day In the third month, he stopped He began to scratch lines on the stone wall, one line every day, until the lines were full When he reached the thousandth line, he slammed his head against the stone wall He wanted to die, but his life was too tough, he couldn't die The day the cell next door started moving, Dantès thought it was a rat A stone came crumbling from the crack, then came a pair of hands full of mud, then came a face covered in wrinkles This was the Abbé Faria, a scholar of the Roman Curia, imprisoned because he knew too many secrets He had dug a tunnel for three years, but dug in the wrong direction, and drilled straight into Dantès' cell Two people with nowhere to go, crashed into each other like this From then on, light came into Dantès' darkness The Abbé taught him to read, to do math, to speak many languages, to do chemistry, and to learn the law Knowledge took root in his brain like seeds, he greedily absorbed every word More importantly, the Abbé told him a secret, there was an island in the Mediterranean called Mount Cristo, buried under the island was an unimaginable treasure The Abbé was old, and knew he wouldn't get out He shoved a hand-drawn treasure map into Dantès' hands, said, "You go out for me, take that treasure, and live a good life" That night, the Abbé died The guard came to collect the body, put the Abbé's body in a sack Dantès used the darkness to swap places The sack was carried to the cliff, the soldiers counted, one, two, three, and threw him into the sea The cold sea water pressed in from all sides Dantès used his fingernails to tear the sack, and desperately swam upward, he broke through the water surface, gasped for air, he survived He swam to Mount Cristo Island, dug according to the map, gold coins poured out from the cracks, jewels filled the entire cave He knelt there, his hands trembling uncontrollably Fourteen years, he had used his best youth to gain all this When he stood up, he was no longer that ignorant sailor, he gave himself a new name: Count of Monte Cristo He returned to Paris with amazing wealth, no one recognized him Fernand was already a general, married Mercedes, lived in a mansion, and called the shots in the aristocratic circle Maximilian became the richest banker in Paris, his name appeared on every business contract Villefort became the prosecutor, sat in court every day deciding other people's fates The three of them had climbed to the top of power, they had long forgotten that young sailor The Count began to act He found the military secret files Fernand had sold to the Greek king, and sent the evidence one by one to major newspapers The next morning, all newspapers in Paris printed Fernand's name and crimes Fernand sat in the parliament hall, surrounded by mocking looks and angry pointing He went home, the door was open, Mercedes had already taken their son and left He walked into the study, closed the door, and a gunshot followed The next day, Maximilian's bank faced a run

原著作者｜ Khaled Hosseini Did you have a friend like that when you were young, someone who always waited for you with a smile, never asking why Now when I think back, that was a real friend My name is Amir, and I lived in Kabul Hassan was my friend, or more precisely, my servant, my brother We grew up together, running wild on the rooftops Hassan would always say with a smile, "You fly the kite, and I'll chase the wind" His eyes held only me That autumn, there was a kite-fighting tournament The blue kite meant the highest honor Everyone looked up at the sky, waiting to see who would bring it back I cut the string The blue kite wobbled and fell, disappearing over the old master's rooftop "I'll get it" Hassan took off running, fast as the wind His thin knees covered in dust, his legs like springs People on the street stopped and looked up, I crouched at the roof's edge, watching his back, shouting "Hassan, bring it back" But he had already disappeared into the alley It was a narrow lane, with yellow mud walls on both sides, and junk scattered on the ground I peered into the alley mouth, and saw three boys blocking the path The leader was named Assef, two years older than us He stepped forward and said, "Give me the kite" Hassan didn't move, holding the kite even tighter, saying "No way" Assef punched Hassan in the face, blood gushing from his nose Hassan stumbled back but still didn't let go Assef kicked his knees, Hassan fell to the ground, shielding the kite with his body The second punch came, the third punch came, and still he didn't let go I hid at the alley entrance, my legs as heavy as lead I wanted to rush in, but my legs wouldn't obey I wanted to shout, but my throat was blocked Hassan's eyes swept past the alley entrance, saying nothing But in that moment, our eyes met Then he stood up, walked out of the alley stumbling, handed me the kite and said, "For you" I took the kite, my hands shaking He said, "I just tripped" and wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve We walked home together, he smiled the whole way, as if nothing had happened Many years later, I stood by a window in San Francisco Someone was flying a kite outside I suddenly thought of that sky, the direction where the blue kite fell, the dull thuds from that alley, the moment Hassan stood up, the way he smiled as he handed me the kite "For you, a thousand times over" He always said that, I never said it back The kite still flies in the sky, but the string in people's hearts, should have been cut long ago

改编自小学语文课文 In the morning, a little cricket was playing in the grass, it jumped onto a blade of grass, the blade shook, and the cricket flew out, landing in a big mouth Snap, the teeth closed, everything went dark Splash, the cricket tumbled into the first room. This was the rumen, filled with wet grass. The grass was fermenting, it was hot and steamy, the cricket almost got cooked It swam hard and swam into the second room This was the reticulum, like a big sieve. The cricket saw grass scraps, dry grass balls, and round woolly clumps, all sieved here Splash, it got washed away again The third room was called the omasum, like a grinding machine. The grass was squeezed, ground, and pressed, turning into tiny pieces "Help", the cricket cried, nobody heard The fourth room arrived. This was the abomasum, with sour liquid. The grass started to melt, the cricket's skin stung "No, I must escape" It saw light ahead, where food was becoming liquid The cricket swam hard toward the light, toward the light, toward the light Puff, it got spit out The cricket lay on fresh grass, soaking wet, but it was alive Not far away, the cow was walking "Thank you for showing me your four stomachs", the cricket said quietly

出自｜格林童话 Deep in the forest stands a candy house Walls are chocolate, roof is pink cake Don't drool The last child who rushed in never came out Long ago, Hansel and Gretel were lost in the forest Father didn't want them, Mother had died too Hansel felt his pocket, a breadcrumb was inside He placed the breadcrumb on the road, hoping to find his way home But a bird flew over and ate the breadcrumb The two children cried in the forest, they cried for a very long time While crying, they smelled a sweet fragrance So fragrant, so sweet Following the fragrance, they saw a house Hansel reached out and poked the wall It was chocolate He broke off a piece and stuffed it in his mouth Delicious Gretel climbed onto the roof and took a bite It was cake, soft and tender The door opened by itself Inside stood an old grandmother "Come in children", she said, "I live alone, I feel so lonely" Her eyes sparkled brightly Her smile looked gentle Hansel and Gretel walked into the house Grandmother served candy and cake, piled into little hills "Eat eat", she said, "eat as much as you like" The two children ate ravenously They had never tasted anything so delicious But grandmother was sharpening a knife Huo huo huo She sharpened it until it gleamed Tomorrow, she said to Gretel, "you make the fire, I want to roast a chicken" Hansel heard it He crawled into the chicken cage and hid The next morning, grandmother pushed open the door "Come out little skinny chicken" No one answered She squinted her eyes to look "No this chicken is too skinny" She grabbed Hansel and locked him in a small room "Starve him for three days first" Gretel was very scared She did not dare to sleep In the middle of the night, she heard the sound of knife sharpening Huo huo huo Grandmother was sharpening her knife The next morning, Gretel knocked on the window "Grandma I'm here to deliver food" Grandmother opened the door Gretel pushed hard And pushed her into the fire Aaaaaah The fire was huge, the smoke was thick The witch burned to ashes Hansel crawled out of the chicken cage The two children searched the candy house They found a box and opened it Full of gemstones, gold coins and pearls They filled two pockets to the brim They left the forest They walked for a very long time They found their father Father was drinking, he was drunk "You're back", he said "We're back" They counted the gemstones together They counted all through the night Later they moved into a big house No one went hungry again Hansel grew up and became a chef Gretel raised a house full of cats And that candy house Still in the forest The walls are still chocolate, the roof is still cake But no child dares to go in anymore

原著作者｜汉斯·克里斯汀·安徒生 An old woman had lived alone for many long years. She planted a single grain of wheat and watered it every day. The grain sprouted and bloomed into a beautiful flower. In the center of the petals lay a tiny girl no bigger than a thumb. The old woman bent down softly and said, "I shall call you Thumbelina". One starry night a toad hopped by. It caught sight of the little girl resting on the petal. "What beauty," it thought, "she would make a perfect bride for my son". Gently the toad lifted the petal with the girl still lying on it. It carried the petal and jumped into a pond, sinking deep below. Thumbelina woke to find water everywhere around her. The toad guarded the jar lid and said to its son, "This is your bride". It covered the jar with a great lotus leaf. The leaf's edge rested on the water but left only a tiny gap. Thumbelina stretched her arm high but could not reach the leaf. Fish came swimming by and heard her crying. One fish said, "She should not be locked up in here". Another fish opened wide and bit into the lotus stem. It bit for a very long time until the stem nearly broke. The jar loosened and tilted to one side. A thin layer of ice formed and froze the stem in place. The toad felt cold and went to find another place to stay. Thumbelina curled in the corner of the jar waiting for the ice to melt. One day the ice cracked open. A swallow flew over the pond. It was so cold that it paced on the ice to warm its feet. The swallow looked down and saw the open jar. It flew inside and landed on the bottom of the jar. Thumbelina looked up softly and asked, "Who are you"?. The swallow flapped its wings and answered, "I am just passing by". Thumbelina reached out her hand and said, "Please take me with you". The swallow lowered its head and let her climb onto its back. The swallow carried her flying over the fields. Thumbelina trembled all over from the cold wind. She grew weaker and weaker and could not hold on any longer. The swallow landed at the edge of a field. It gently set Thumbelina down on a single grain of wheat. The swallow said, "I can only bring you this far". Then it flew away and vanished into the sky. Thumbelina lay on the wheat grain, cold and hungry and all alone. A field mouse came out from its burrow one day. It spotted Thumbelina and picked her up in its little hands. The mouse carried her into its warm cozy burrow. It gave her a seed to eat and said, "Have something first". Thumbelina ate it all up and felt much better. The mouse had been living alone for a very long time. It was lonely and its house was dark and quiet. Thumbelina sang songs for it and wove cloth for it. Listening to the songs the mouse's eyes grew bright. It said, "Stay here, I need you". Thumbelina nodded and decided to stay. Winter came and snow covered everything. Thumbelina sat by the window gazing outside. She thought of the pond and the swallow and the fields she had flown over. She let out a sigh and quietly planted a flower seed by the windowsill. The long cold winter finally passed away. Spring arrived and sunlight poured into the burrow. Thumbelina stepped out of the mouse's house. She came to the windowsill and stood there stunned. The seed had sprouted and grown into a flower. The flower was bigger than any other, its petals glowing with soft light. The petals slowly opened and standing inside was a Flower Prince. He wore a golden crown on his head and a robe of green leaves down to his feet. The Flower Prince looked at Thumbelina and reached out his hand. He said, "I have waited for so long, and now you are here at last". Thumbelina did not speak, she simply took his hand. The Flower Prince led her flying far away. They flew over forests and over the wide sea. At last they landed on a small island covered in flowers. There were no toads, no ice, no winter at all. Thumbelina stood among the blossoms and lifted her head. The sunlight fell on her face and the wind blew softly. She smiled and tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She was finally free.

原著作者｜新美南吉 A tree stood alone on a small hill A little bird flew down and landed on the tree "Hello there, tree", the bird said "Hello there, bird", the tree said, swaying its branches gently Every day, the bird came to the tree and sang The tree listened to the bird sing The wind blew, and the leaves rustled Sunlight fell, and shadows danced on the ground They were together, and they were happy Winter came The north wind blew, and the bird's body shivered with cold "Tree, I must fly south", the bird said "Go, go ahead", the tree said gently, "come back next spring and sing for me again" "I will definitely come", the bird said The bird flapped its wings and flew away The tree watched the bird go, getting smaller and smaller One by one, the leaves fell from the tree When the last leaf fell, the tree was bare The tree waited quietly It waited, and waited Snow fell, covering the tree's body The snow melted, and the wind grew gentle Grass poked its head out from the ground, and flowers bloomed Spring came The bird flew back But the tree was gone Only the stump remained, standing there all alone "Tree— tree—", the bird called loudly No one answered The bird flew around the stump once And then once more Not a single leaf on the stump The bird looked down and saw the rings in the stump The rings went around and around, as if saying "I'm here, I'm here" But the bird could not find the tree The bird flew toward the village In the village, smoke rose from chimneys In front of a window of one house, a lamp burned The lamp was small, its flame flickering The bird landed on the windowsill The lamp burned quietly The bird recognized it It was the tree's fire The bird sang softly to the lamp "The tree from last year, came back this year to sing" The lamp flickered gently As if to say, "I heard you" The bird finished singing And the lamp quietly went out The bird stood quietly on the windowsill Then the bird flew away The moon rose, shining over the village The bird flew toward the distance In the distance, there were new trees, new spring

原著作者｜艾瑞·卡尔 On moonlit leaves, a tiny egg lay still Stars twinkled and wind gently blew Morning came, the sun slowly climbed the hill The first golden light fell on the shell, crack, a crack appeared The little creature pushed hard, the shell broke in two A tiny green worm wiggled out, so small, so soft Its tummy rumbled, so hungry, so hungry Monday, the orchard smelled of apples Red apples hung on branches, dewdrops sparkling bright The worm looked up at the apple, opened wide Chomp, sweet juice flowed into its mouth But still hungry, tummy rumbled on Tuesday, pears bent the branches down Yellow pears like little lanterns, swaying to and fro One bite, so juicy, filling the mouth with water Mm, so sweet, the worm's eyes squinted with delight But still hungry, tummy rumbled on Wednesday, purple plums grew ripe Round plums hung in clusters, like strings of gems The worm crawled over, gently took a bite Tart and sweet spread through its mouth Still not full, the worm wiggled about Thursday, strawberries turned red Under green leaves they hid, red strawberries giving off sweet fragrance The worm burrowed under the leaves, found one Bite, soft and sweet But still hungry, tummy rumbled on Friday, oranges hung everywhere Round oranges, orange and round, their skin full of tiny holes The worm bit hard, juice squirted out Thin-skinned and juicy, so sweet But still hungry, tummy rumbled on Saturday, junk food beckoned Cake, cookies, ice cream, sweet smells wafting over The worm couldn't resist, rushed over, gobbling it down So sweet, so good, more, give me more Suddenly, tummy hurt, hurt so bad The worm clutched its belly, rolling on the ground Sunday, leaves swayed gently A tender green leaf drifted down, landing right beside the worm The worm crawled onto the leaf, took a bite Cool and refreshing, tummy stopped aching The worm rested in the leaf's shade, and let out a comfortable sigh Days passed, the worm grew bigger Body getting round and plump, skin feeling tight The worm felt so tired, found a branch It spun a thin strand of silk, wrapping itself in it A white cocoon hung from the branch, swaying gently The worm slept inside the cocoon, dreaming many dreams One day, crack, the cocoon broke open The worm crawled out, shook its wings Oh, what is this, wings gleaming with light Blue, green, orange, purple, rainbow patterns The worm spread its wings and flew up Wind held the wings, gently floating toward the sky I'm a butterfly, the worm turned with joy In the garden, flowers opened petals waiting The butterfly flew over meadows, over streams, toward the far horizon

原著作者｜弗朗西丝·霍奇森·伯内特 What kind of child would grow up if she had never been loved, even by everyone around her The story's main character, Mary, is exactly such a girl She was born in India, her parents too busy with parties and social life, leaving her in the care of a nurse Raised in coldness, Mary was bad-tempered and pale, like a little tree that had grown crooked A sudden plague took her parents' lives, and Mary became an orphan She was sent to an ancient manor in Yorkshire, England called Misselthwaite The manor sat on the wild moors, with a hundred rooms, yet deadly still Its master Mr. Craven was always traveling abroad Because ten years ago, his beloved wife died accidentally in the garden He locked that garden, buried the key, and locked his own heart away When Mary first arrived at the manor, she wandered the moors with nothing to do each day Until one day, guided by a robin, she dug up a rusty copper key from the earth Then a strong wind blew open the thick ivy on the wall, and a hidden narrow door appeared before her Mary pushed the door open and entered, greeted by a world abandoned for ten years Everywhere were dead roses and tangled weeds But beneath the silence, Mary caught a signal of life, tiny delicate sprouts just beginning to emerge This little girl who had never felt love before, for the first time felt a desire to protect something She began secretly weeding and loosening the soil, she would revive this garden During this time, Mary met two people her own age who would change her life forever One was Dickon, a farm boy who seemed to be the spirit of the moors themselves He could talk to all the animals, and he taught Mary how to live in harmony with nature The other was the manor's secret, the young master Colin Colin was Mr. Craven's only son Because of his wife's accident, Mr. Craven could not even bear to look at this child Colin stayed in bed all day, believing he was a hunchback, a monster close to death He screamed and threw tantrums, ruling the whole manor with fear But when Mary burst into his room, and used the most direct words to expose his cowardice and illusions, these two lonely souls collided Mary and Dickon made a bold decision, to secretly bring Colin into the secret garden That was where miracles began When Colin first breathed fresh air, and saw sunlight filtering through the rose vines, he felt magic This so-called magic was actually the power of life itself In the garden, the children worked together, ran and laughed Mary became rosy and cheerful And Colin, who once believed he could never stand, actually stood up and took his first steps in the sunshine As the garden came back to life, the children's hearts completed their transformation too When Mr. Craven heard his late wife's call in a dream, and returned to the manor What he saw was no longer a gloomy ruin, but a paradise filled with laughter and blooming flowers And there stood a healthy, upright son waiting for his father A person's heart is like a garden If you let it lie barren, it will grow weeds of jealousy, selfishness and anxiety But if you are willing to take up the key and sow hope, even a wild moor can bloom with the most brilliant roses When you change the way you see the world, the whole world will change for you

原著作者｜夏洛蒂·勃朗特 Jane Eyre was an orphan. Her parents died when she was very young. When she was still a baby, she was sent to her uncle's house, Gateshead Hall. Her uncle asked Mrs. Reed, her aunt, to promise to take good care of her. But Mrs. Reed hated her. John, her cousin, was cruel and often beat her for no reason. One day, he threw a book at her head. Blood ran down her forehead. Jane hid in an empty room. But Mrs. Reed made her come out and called her a liar in front of everyone. You know what? A ten year old girl stood before a room of adults, and no one spoke for her. Jane lifted her head and looked straight into Mrs. Reed's eyes. "You're wrong. I'm not a liar." She was locked in the red room, the room where her uncle's body had once lain. In the dark night, cold wind blew through the cracks of the door. No one came to see her. Later, a pharmacist named Mr. Lloyd came. He asked Jane why she always stayed alone. Jane told him everything in her heart, little by little. Mr. Lloyd listened quietly. Then he said to Mrs. Reed, "This child shouldn't stay here. Send her to school." Mrs. Reed was glad to get rid of her and agreed right away. Lowood School was a poor charity school. The beds were hard as rocks. The food was often burnt porridge. The children wore the same gray dresses and huddled together from the cold. But Jane met Helen here. Helen was a few years older than Jane. Her personality was gentle like water. She never complained and never defended herself. When the teacher made her kneel on the stone floor, she knelt quietly. Jane said angrily, "Why don't you fight back?" Helen just smiled and said, "If you think about beautiful things, the pain doesn't feel so bad." But Helen got sick. Lung disease spread through that school. She coughed blood for a long time. Jane sat by her bed and held her hand. Helen's hand grew colder and colder. Finally she said softly, "Goodbye," and closed her eyes forever. That night was very cold. Jane held Helen's things and cried for a long time. From then on, Jane changed. She turned her anger into strength and studied day and night. Eight years passed. She grew from a thin little orphan into the top student of the whole school. At eighteen, she graduated. She didn't want to stay at Lowood anymore. She wanted to see the world. Jane came to Thornfield Hall and became a governess. She taught a little girl to read. Life was peaceful like a still lake. The master of the manor was Mr. Rochester. He didn't come home often. But every time he returned, Jane could feel his gaze, a searching, testing gaze with quiet expectation. One day, Mr. Rochester asked Jane, "What do you think of me?" Jane said, "I don't like judging people by their looks." Mr. Rochester laughed. It was a laugh he hadn't made in a very long time. Two lonely souls slowly drew closer. They talked under the moonlight, shared hearts in the study, and read each other's scars in silence. Mr. Rochester proposed to Jane. She said yes. She thought she had finally found a home. On the wedding day, a strange woman appeared in the church. She screamed with disheveled hair. Mr. Rochester's face turned pale as paper. Who was she? She was Mr. Rochester's wife. A family had pushed a madwoman onto him for money, then hidden the truth from everyone. Jane stood in the church, cold to her bones. Mr. Rochester said, "Come with me. I can give you everything except a proper name." Jane was silent for a long time. She thought of Helen, of Lowood, of herself standing tall in the dark. "No." she said. "I want all of a man, not a broken kindness." She turned and walked away without looking back. Jane walked across the wild fields. Her shoes wore through and her feet swelled. She collapsed by the road and woke up in a clean little room. The people who saved her were St. John and his siblings, a clergyman's family. They took her in and helped her recover slowly. One day, a lawyer brought a letter. Jane's uncle had passed away and left her twenty thousand pounds. By coincidence, St. John was actually her cousin. Jane divided the inheritance into four parts. One for each of her cousins, one for herself. Quiet days passed for a while. But Jane always felt something was missing in her heart. Late at night, she often heard a voice, Mr. Rochester calling her name. She couldn't stay still any longer. Jane returned to Thornfield. What she saw was ruins. A great fire had burned the manor to the ground. Mr. Rochester had tried to save his mad wife. A falling beam crushed him and blinded his eyes. Jane found him. Neither of them said a word. They just held each other's hands tightly. Mr. Rochester asked, "Will you still marry me? I have no money, no status, and I can't see anymore." Jane lowered her head and kissed his rough scarred hand. "I will."

出自｜格林童话 The prince, in the second before being thrown from the tower, said three words to Rapunzel She didn't understand But the witch heard, her face turned white Long, long ago There was a tower, no door, only a window Inside lived a girl Her hair was so long, so very long It could hang down to the tower's base People called her Rapunzel Meaning "wild spinach" Because her mother once craved spinach so badly The witch Gothel locked her in the tower Saying outside was very dangerous Saying the world was very bad Saying only she truly loved Rapunzel Rapunzel believed She didn't know what the world looked like She only knew the sky outside her window One day, a prince came to the tower He was lost, his leg was hurt from a fall He looked up, saw a pair of eyes in the window Those eyes, curious like a young deer Who are you, Rapunzel asked I am a prince, he said What is a prince, can you eat it The prince laughed He told her about the outside world About gardens, marketplaces, stars About crowds, music, freedom Rapunzel heard the word "outside" for the first time Her eyes lit up Like stars falling into a well The witch Gothel discovered them She was very angry No, she wasn't angry She was afraid She was afraid of losing Rapunzel Afraid Rapunzel would know the truth Afraid she would leave One day, the witch caught the prince She brought the prince to the tower's peak Rapunzel cried from the window Don't, don't The witch smiled Smiled horribly Then, she pushed the prince off the tower In the second before falling The prince looked up at Rapunzel He said three words Rapunzel didn't understand That was the witch's language An ancient curse But the witch understood Her face, turned white The prince hit the ground From the tower came Rapunzel's scream The witch looked at her He said, he's dead, forget him Rapunzel cried Cried very quietly Tears flowed into her hair Her hair turned from gold, to gray That night Rapunzel touched her gray hair Touched it, and she remembered something The three words the prince said Were not words of love Were a song the witch sang when she was young That song, had magic Singing someone's true name, would make them lose their power The witch's true name Rapunzel always knew it She just forgot its power The next day The witch came again Bringing food and water Bringing a smile Good girl, have dinner Rapunzel looked at her She said, mother Then, softly sang that song The witch's hair began to fall Her skin began to wrinkle Her body began to shrink Stop, she screamed Stop Rapunzel didn't stop She kept singing The song floated out the window Floated into the forest Floated to every corner The song stopped The witch was gone Only Rapunzel was left in the tower Her hair was still there Just, no longer gold Not gray either But white Like snow Like moonlight The window was open Wind blew in for the first time Carrying the smell of grass Carrying the smell of flowers Carrying the smell of the world Rapunzel climbed down her hair For the first time, feet touched the ground She touched it Soft It was grass She found the prince He wasn't dead He fell into the bushes, passed out His leg was still hurt But he was alive The prince woke up The first thing he saw, was Rapunzel Her hair hung over his face White, like moonlight You came, he said I came, she said She helped him up He taught her to walk She taught him to sing The two of them, limped out of the forest Later Rapunzel went to many places Saw many beautiful sights Made many friends She discovered the world was vast With good, with bad With danger, and beauty too But she was not afraid anymore Because she knew The real magic Was not hair Was not singing It was knowing your own name It was being able to choose to leave

原著作者｜艾米丽·勃朗特（英国） On the wild moors of northern England there was a house called Wuthering Heights Long ago on a stormy night on the streets of Leeds a little boy with black hair was abandoned squatting at the bakery door No one cared who he was, or where he came from Until one day a carriage stopped in front of him "Child, will you come home with me" And just like that he was taken into Wuthering Heights This boy's name was Heathcliff From that day on everyone in this manor's fate began to spiral out of control The old master was extraordinarily kind to Heathcliff so kind that his own son Hindley was mad with jealousy Hindley hated him, hated him for stealing his father's attention, hated him for being an orphan yet more popular at home than himself But the old master's daughter Catherine was different she accepted him from the very first day The two children grew up together on the moors ran together did all the things adults wouldn't allow Catherine once said to the maid Nelly "I am Heathcliff, he is more myself than I am" The one who said it would never forget it for their whole life But then the old master died Hindley inherited Wuthering Heights The first thing he did was demote Heathcliff to a servant Make him do rough work, humiliate him, trample him underfoot Catherine saw this and her heart felt like it was being cut She thought many times of running away with Heathcliff, escaping to the ends of the earth But in the end she didn't One moonlit night she agreed to the proposal of Edgar the young master of Thrushcross Grange a wealthy, decent, quiet man That night Heathcliff heard what Catherine said to the maid Nelly "Edgar can make her the mistress of Thrushcross Grange, can make her wealthy, and respected" "And I love Heathcliff" "The problem is if I marry Heathcliff we'll starve to death together" She hadn't finished speaking Heathcliff had already disappeared into the rainy night He heard those words the one he loved had personally said I can't marry you, because I don't want to be poor with you After that rainy night Heathcliff never came back Three years later He came back With money, with status, with a face with sharp edges No one knew where he had been those three years, or what he had done But everyone soon realized he came back, not for Catherine but for revenge He schemed to get Hindley addicted to gambling step by step winning all of Wuthering Heights' land into his own hands He married Catherine back to Wuthering Heights not as the mistress but as a tool for his revenge Catherine went mad She died in Heathcliff's arms Before she died he asked her to open the window She said she wanted to go home He said "I've always been here" The night she died Heathcliff stood by her window all night talking to the void His hatred didn't end He married Edgar's sister Isabella and used the cruelest way to torture her, imprison her He taught Hindley's son Hareton to grow up in the crudest way The nephew of the one who had once bullied him He had become a monster Twenty years later Someone on that moor saw two ghosts One with black hair, one with blonde hair Holding hands running in the moonlight That was the cruelest ending The living rot in hell While the dead love stays forever on that moor If you also had an if only option what would you choose

原著作者｜玛格丽特·怀斯·布朗 Once there was a little rabbit who wanted to run away. "If you run away," said his mother, "I will run after you, for you are my little bunny." "If you run after me," said the little rabbit, "I will become a fish in a brook and swim away from you." "If you become a fish in a brook," said his mother, "I will become a fisherman and fish for you." "If you become a fisherman," said the little rabbit, "I will become a rock on the mountain, far away from you." "If you become a rock on the mountain," said his mother, "I will become a mountain climber and find you." "If you become a mountain climber," said the little rabbit, "I will become a little flower in a garden and hide." "If you become a little flower," said his mother, "I will become a gardener and find you." "If you become a gardener," said the little rabbit, "I will become a bird and fly far away." "If you become a bird," said his mother, "I will become a tree and you can fly home to me." "If you become a tree," said the little rabbit, "I will become a boat and sail far away." "If you become a boat," said his mother, "I will become the wind and blow you where I want you to go." "If you become the wind," said the little rabbit, "I will become a trapeze artist in a circus and fly very high." "If you become a trapeze artist," said his mother, "I will become a tightrope walker and walk to you." "If you become a tightrope walker," said the little rabbit, "I will become a little child and run home." "If you become a little child," said his mother, "I will be your mother with open arms waiting for you." "Then I will stay here and be your little bunny," said the little rabbit. So he ate his carrot happily and did not run away anymore. Every child who wants to run away is really saying: I just want to be sure you love me. And a mother's love never needs to be chased — it is always there, waiting for you to come home.

原著作者｜金·富兹阿（丹麦） Aspen loved his grandpa the most Grandpa always kept candy in the top drawer of the cupboard, waiting for Aspen to find it Grandpa would help him build sandcastles and make funny faces when Grandma was cooking pork liver Grandpa even sang a funny song about bottoms But one day, Grandpa suddenly fell on the street because of a heart attack Aspen didn't have his grandpa anymore He lay on the table crying endlessly, unable to accept this fact Mom said Grandpa went to heaven and became an angel But Aspen couldn't imagine Grandpa with wings The church held Grandpa's funeral, Grandpa lay in the coffin surrounded by flowers Dad said Grandpa would become dirt and slowly disappear But Aspen didn't believe, he felt Grandpa wouldn't just vanish like that That night, Grandpa came back He sat on Aspen's cupboard, eyes wide open, staring into the darkness Grandpa, aren't you dead, Aspen shouted Yes, Grandpa said, I thought I was dead too The book says if a ghost wants to, it can walk through any wall Grandpa tried, and he really could walk through walls Wow, Aspen said, you can really walk through walls Grandpa smiled and said, I'm back, because I missed you so much Aspen, why did you come back, Aspen asked Grandpa thought and said, because I seem to have forgotten something The book says if a person forgets something, they'll keep thinking about it after death Then let's find it together, Aspen said Aspen and Grandpa walked around the town Grandpa remembered many things When he was a little boy, his brother gave him a bicycle When dating Grandma, he got his first kiss Your dad peed all over Grandpa They also had a cat, but the car they bought smelled like a dog Grandpa talked and talked, but none of these were the forgotten thing Maybe it's your glasses, Aspen suggested No What about your teeth, also no Ghosts don't need those things, Grandpa said But what is it then, Aspen asked anxiously Grandpa looked at Aspen and said slowly I remember now When I was a little boy Grandpa's brother gave him a bicycle When dating Grandma, he got his first kiss We had your dad, who peed all over me We had a cat, but the car we bought smelled like a dog I also remember the taste of strawberries from our yard And the program about ships turning over on TV Oh Grandpa remembered so many things, Aspen said But none of these is the thing you forgot, right Grandpa shook his head The next day, Aspen was even sleepier, lying on the table barely able to keep his eyes open Aspen stop talking about ghosts, Mom and Dad said It's just a dream, because you miss Grandpa too much But Aspen knew this wasn't a dream That night Aspen waited for Grandpa, and waited and waited Grandpa, you're finally here, Aspen said Grandpa said, this thing is right before our eyes It's something about you Think about it, something that's about both you and me Aspen thought and said I remember so many things You took me to the amusement park, I almost vomited on the roller coaster We dug a big hole in your garden to plant a tree I kicked and broke your tulips, you shouted at me We fell asleep snoring during a boring movie You always kept candy in the top drawer of the cupboard You helped me build sandcastles We made funny faces when Grandma was cooking pork liver We went fishing, but didn't catch a single fish You often tickled me I almost choked on a lollipop Sometimes you smelled like tobacco And you sang a funny song about bottoms Looks like Aspen and Grandpa really were the best of friends Sweetie, do you love your grandpa Oh right, Grandpa suddenly said, it's this thing What thing I remember now, Grandpa said, no longer smiling I forgot to say goodbye to you, my little Aspen Both Grandpa and Aspen cried Grandpa said to Aspen, be good, but you don't have to be too good Think of each other once in a while, but you don't have to think of me all the time When Aspen said he wanted to hang Grandpa's photo on the wall, Grandpa was so happy Grandpa blew into Aspen's ear, making his toes tickle Maybe I'll see Grandma now, Grandpa said, I'll say hi to her for you Finally, Grandpa walked through the wall and left Aspen stood at the window waving, watching Grandpa disappear into the darkness He breathed a sigh of relief and climbed into bed Grandpa left, but Aspen knew he would never forget Grandpa Because Grandpa lives forever in his heart

原著作者｜阿斯特丽德·林格伦（瑞典） On a very very long street lived all kinds of children But the most special one was Pippi Longstocking who lived at Villa Villekulla Her socks were red and blue, her strength was greater than anyone else's She had no mom or dad, but she had a magical skill Making everyone who met her can't help but laugh Pippi's dad was blown away by a black wind to a very far place Pippi's mom had become an angel, watching Pippi from heaven Pippi lived alone at Villa Villekulla and was very happy She had a little monkey named Mr. Nilsson She also had a brown horse, though she had never bought it Next door lived Tommy and Annika They thought Pippi was the strangest child in the world Tommy said Pippi should go to school Annika said Pippi should wear normal socks But Pippi said, why should I go to school, I'm already smart enough My socks are perfectly normal, red and blue is so pretty Tommy and Annika decided to go see how Pippi really lived They knocked on the door of Villa Villekulla Pippi opened the door, standing there smiling happily at them Welcome to my house to play, Pippi said Tommy and Annika walked into the house, eyes wide open The floor was covered with gold and jewels, the table was full of candy The pictures on the walls were crooked, the fire in the stove was dancing Why is your house so messy, Tommy couldn't help saying Messy, I think it's just right, Pippi said If it were any tidier, how boring would that be Pippi treated them to snacks, she poured a whole jar of sugar into a bowl Eat up eat up, Pippi said, candy is meant to be eaten Tommy and Annika had never eaten so much candy at once They thought Pippi's life at home was really so wild But the next day, they came again And the day after too They liked listening to Pippi tell her old stories the most Pippi said she used to sail the seas with her dad and had been to many many places She had met dancing sharks and had fought pirates Once she defeated forty pirates all by herself Those pirates were all thrown into the sea by her Tommy opened his eyes wide, really Of course it's true, Pippi said, I never lie Though sometimes I forget things, that's true One day, Pippi took Tommy and Annika on an adventure They walked into the forest and found a little hill Let's climb up and see, Pippi said Tommy was a bit scared, what if there are wolves Wolves would be great, Pippi said, I could use a wolfskin coat They climbed up the hill and saw the whole village Turns out looking from up high, the world looks so different Pippi said, when I grow up I want to go on an Arctic expedition There's ice and snow, polar bears, and Eskimos Tommy said, then I'll go too Annika said, then I'll go too Then it's a promise, Pippi said, we'll go to the Arctic together The sun set, time to go home Tommy and Annika said goodbye to Pippi reluctantly Pippi stood at the door, waving to them Come play again tomorrow, Pippi shouted Tommy and Annika ran home, thinking about Pippi in their hearts They had never met a child like this Pippi was so brave, so free, so happy She had no mom or dad to watch her, but she wasn't pitiful at all She turned every day into an adventure Later, Tommy and Annika became Pippi's best friends They often went to Villa Villekulla together Listening to Pippi's wild stories Or following her on adventures in the forest Sometimes they asked Pippi, aren't you scared living alone Pippi always laughed and said, scared of what I have a brown horse, have Mr. Nilsson And have you good friends People with friends will never be lonely Pippi's socks were still red and blue Her strength was still greater than anyone's Her days were still wild and fun But most importantly, she was always laughing Because she knew, happiness is a choice No matter what happens, you can always choose to face it with a smile This is Pippi Longstocking A little girl who never grows up A little girl who is always having adventures A little girl who is always laughing

原著作者｜克里斯汀·汉娜 If time could turn back, which summer would you choose to return to? In the summer of 1978, two girls met on Firefly Lane. One wore a floral dress, shyly hiding behind a tree. One wore jeans, confidently riding a bicycle. They didn't know this meeting would change their lives forever. Kate was quiet and gentle, loving to read books in her room. Tully was lively and brave, always the first to try new things. "Let's be friends!" Tully reached out her hand, her smile as bright as sunshine. Kate nodded, handing her book to Tully to see. From that day on, Firefly Lane had two inseparable figures. They climbed trees together, watched stars together, shared secrets together. Tully taught Kate how to ride a bike, Kate taught Tully how to draw. "Will you always be my best friend?" Kate asked. "Of course!" Tully held her hand, "We're the best team on Firefly Lane!" Summer passed, autumn came. Leaves turned from green to golden yellow, then slowly fell. Two girls walked hand in hand on the path covered with fallen leaves. "Even when we grow up, we won't separate, right?" "Right! Never separate!" Time flew, ten years passed in a blink. Kate became a librarian, spending her days with books. Tully became a TV reporter, shining in front of the camera. Their lives became different. But whenever they faced difficulties, they still thought of each other first. When Kate had a broken heart, Tully cried with her all night. When Tully had trouble at work, Kate made her favorite cookies. "Thank you for always being here." Tully hugged Kate. "Because we're best friends." Kate answered softly. Many more years passed, they both turned forty. Firefly Lane looked the same, only the trees grew taller. Two women stood at the end of the lane again. "Do you remember how we looked when we first met?" "Of course! You were as shy as a little rabbit." "And you, riding your bike all over the place." They smiled at each other, forty years of memories hidden in the wrinkles at their eyes. Some things never changed. Like fireflies on summer nights, like the old oak tree in the lane. Like that friendship more precious than love. If time could really turn back. They would still choose to meet on that summer. They would still choose to be the most important friends in each other's lives. Because true friends. Are like the lights on Firefly Lane. Always shining when each other needs them.

原著作者｜哈珀·李 Harper Lee Have you ever wondered why a good person would kill a mockingbird America in the nineteen thirties Maycomb a small sleepy town in the South Six year old Scout lives with her brother Jem and their father Atticus Atticus is a lawyer with gray hair and gold rimmed glasses speaking slowly and calmly He tells his children there is something more important than human nature and that is conscience But in this town conscience doesn't seem worth much There's a young black man named Tom Robinson He's accused of raping a white woman Everyone knows he's innocent but everyone also says he's a dead man Atticus steps forward saying he'll defend Tom That night a group of white men come to the jail They want to lynch Tom Atticus sits at the jail entrance holding a book He doesn't bring a gun he brings his conscience Scout and Jem arrive too and a little girl runs to the crowd She says I know you my father fought you in court The men freeze then they scatter On trial day the courtroom is packed Atticus asks the white woman which hand did Tom use to hit you She says the right hand Atticus asks Tom to stand his left arm is disabled Everyone sees it Tom's left hand is shriveled he couldn't possibly have hit anyone Atticus says the real attacker is the woman's father Because his daughter seduced a black man he was furious The evidence is clear Tom is innocent But the jury finds him guilty That night Scout asks her father why did this happen Atticus says because they're human and humans have prejudice Tom refuses to accept it he tries to escape The guards say he's running they shoot and kill him Dead an innocent person just like that Scout doesn't understand why do good people die and bad people live Atticus tells her mockingbirds don't do harm They don't eat crops they don't destroy gardens they just sing for us with their hearts So killing a mockingbird is a sin Tom was a mockingbird He did nothing wrong he just lived and he was killed The story isn't over There's a strange man in town named Boo Radley He hasn't left his house in twenty years the children say he's a monster Scout and Jem always wonder what does Radley look like But Radley never appears He just occasionally leaves small gifts for the children in a tree hollow Until one day Scout and Jem are walking home The white woman's father appears with a knife He says it's all Atticus's fault he lost face He's going to kill these two children Jem is knocked unconscious Scout screams Suddenly a hand reaches out from the darkness It's Radley He kills the white man and saves the two children The sheriff arrives he says the white man fell on his own knife Atticus understands the sheriff doesn't want Radley on trial Because Radley is a good person and good people don't need to be put in court Scout walks Radley home She stands at Radley's door looking back She suddenly understands Radley is also a mockingbird He did nothing wrong he just lived quietly and people called him a monster She remembers her father's words Killing a mockingbird is a sin Some birds are meant to be left alone they just sing for us with their hearts This is To Kill a Mockingbird A story about prejudice about conscience about growing up Atticus teaches us with his life True courage isn't holding a gun It's knowing you'll lose but still doing what's right Because there's something more important than winning or losing And that is not letting your conscience be stained

原著作者｜卡洛·科洛迪 Old woodcarver Geppetto lived alone his greatest dream was to have a son One day he found a glowing piece of wood When he started carving the wood twisted and let out a laugh "haha, that tickles" Geppetto was surprised and delighted he knew this was a gift from heaven He carefully carved the wood dressed the puppet in beautiful clothes and named him Pinocchio When the last cut was made a miracle happened Pinocchio's eyes opened and he jumped off the bed running everywhere Geppetto made Pinocchio new shoes and prepared a schoolbag and textbooks Pinocchio was very happy he said "Father, I want to go to school" to become a real boy Geppetto sold his only coat to buy textbooks for Pinocchio On the way to school Pinocchio met a circus The circus master saw Pinocchio could talk and wanted him to perform Pinocchio performed wonderfully the circus master gave him gold coins Pinocchio happily ran home wanting to give the gold coins to his father On the road he met a fox and a cat The fox tricked him he said "if you plant gold coins in the Field of Miracles, by tomorrow they will grow into a tree" full of gold coins Pinocchio believed them and went to the Field of Miracles The fox and cat tied Pinocchio to a tree stole his gold coins and ran away Pinocchio was trapped in the tree cold and hungry, regretting deeply The next morning the Blue Fairy appeared The Blue Fairy asked Pinocchio "where are your gold coins" Pinocchio lied and said they were stolen At this moment Pinocchio's nose started to grow longer and longer The Blue Fairy said "lying children will have noses grow very long" Pinocchio was scared he admitted he was tricked the gold coins were not really stolen The Blue Fairy used magic to restore Pinocchio's nose to normal The Blue Fairy told Pinocchio from now on he must only tell the truth The Blue Fairy used magic to send Pinocchio back home Pinocchio returned home only to find his father had gone to look for him Pinocchio decided to go to the seaside to find his father He came to the seaside and saw his father on a small boat Suddenly a strong wind picked up and the boat was overturned Pinocchio jumped into the sea to save his father but was swallowed by a big whale In the whale's belly Pinocchio found his father they hugged and cried together Pinocchio thought of ways to escape He said to the whale "Mr Whale, could you sneeze" we want to get out The whale really sneezed and blew Pinocchio and his father out They swam back to shore and met a kind fisherman The fisherman took them in giving them food and a warm bed Pinocchio helped the fisherman every day he became hardworking and sensible The Blue Fairy appeared again she was very pleased with Pinocchio's changes The Blue Fairy said "Pinocchio, you have learned honesty and bravery" I have decided to grant your wish When Pinocchio woke up he found he had finally become a real boy His father Geppetto was overjoyed tears of happiness streamed down his face They returned home together and started a new life Pinocchio went to school every day studying knowledge seriously After school he helped his father with housework taking care of his father Pinocchio also helped his neighbors becoming a good child everyone liked One day Pinocchio met his old friends The friends said enviously "Pinocchio, how did you become a real boy" Pinocchio smiled and said "because I learned honesty, bravery and kindness" Pinocchio finally understood as long as you are a good child your dreams will come true From then on Pinocchio and his father lived a happy life together

原著作者｜谢尔·希尔弗斯坦 You think this is a story about "love" Actually, it's also a story about "loss" You think the tree is great Actually, it's also very lonely You think the boy is selfish Actually, he just grew up The most powerful thing about "The Giving Tree" is that everyone who reads it can see themselves This is an apple tree It loves a little boy Every day, the boy comes to the tree He climbs the tree, swings on the branches, eats apples When he's tired, he sleeps in the shade The boy loves this tree, very very much The tree is happy Days go by The boy grows up He doesn't come every day anymore The tree sits alone, swaying in the wind It feels lonely One day, the boy finally comes The tree is so happy it can hardly speak "Come on, climb the tree, swing on the branches" The boy shakes his head "I need money, can you give me some money" The tree says "I don't have money, but I have apples" "You can take the apples and sell them, then you'll have money" The boy picks all the apples and leaves The tree is happy For a long time, the boy doesn't come The tree is alone again After a long time, the boy comes The tree is so happy it can hardly speak "Come on, climb the tree, swing on the branches" The boy shakes his head again "I need a home, can you give me a house" The tree says "I don't have a house, but I have branches" "You can cut off my branches and build a house" The boy cuts off all the branches and leaves The tree is happy Many years pass before the boy comes The tree is so happy "Come on, climb the tree" The boy smiles bitterly "I'm old, I just want a boat to sail far away" The tree says "I don't have a boat, but I have a trunk" "You can cut down my trunk and build a boat" The boy cuts down the trunk and builds a boat He sails far away, into the sea The tree is happy But it feels a bit empty inside Year after year The boy, now an old man Comes back The tree whispers "I'm sorry" "I have nothing left, just an old stump" The old man says "I don't need apples, or a house, or a boat" "I'm just tired, I need a place to sit and rest" "Then sit on me" The old man sits on the stump and closes his eyes The tree is happy This tree loved a boy for its whole life It gave everything, yet said "I'm happy" The boy took everything, but never said thank you We always say, a parent's love is selfless But have we ever thought Should the one who receives love, also learn to give The most heartbreaking part of "The Giving Tree" is not the tree's giving but the boy's taking for granted It's like a mirror Reflecting our own past We are all that boy And our parents are the giving tree Until one day, we finally understand Love is not about taking but about cherishing while we still can give

原著作者｜欧·亨利 He was a painter who had failed his whole life For forty years, no one recognized his works Until that night of wind and rain He saved a young girl's life with a paintbrush This was his only masterpiece, yet no one ever saw it The story happened in Greenwich Village, New York A place where artists gathered Johnsy and Sue were young painters They shared a studio apartment Sharing dreams and paints But winter came Johnsy caught pneumonia She lay in her small bed Pale face, weak breathing The doctor told Sue Her illness was not severe But her will to live was weak She felt she could not recover Johnsy looked out the window every day At the ivy leaves falling one by one She whispered softly "When the last leaf falls I will leave too" Sue's heart tightened She put down her brush Stayed by the bedside Cooking soup, feeding medicine, telling stories But Johnsy's eyes grew dimmer Downstairs lived an old painter, Behrman He painted for forty years Yet remained a failure His canvas held only unfinished lines Behrman often drank wine He spoke in a rough voice But deep inside, he had a soft spot That day, Sue found Behrman Tears in her eyes She said "Johnsy believes she will die when the last leaf falls There are only a few leaves left" Behrman stared at Sue Suddenly roared "How can there be such a foolish thought in the world" He put on his coat Rushed into the cold wind Stood under the ivy Watching those swaying leaves That night, storms raged Rain poured like waterfalls Winds howled Branches shook in the wind Sue held Johnsy tightly Listening to the storm outside She feared the last leaf would fall In the morning Johnsy whispered softly "Pull the curtain I want to see if the leaves have all fallen" Sue trembled as she pulled the curtain She was stunned On the wall One leaf remained That leaf hung alone Still stubbornly clinging to the wall after the storm Johnsy stared at that leaf It did not fall It held on through the storm A flash of light appeared in Johnsy's eyes She said "I am such a bad child Even a leaf has more courage than me" That day Johnsy drank more soup Her breathing became steady The next day Johnsy sat up She said "I want to paint I want to paint an ocean" Tears fell from Sue's eyes She held Johnsy tightly The doctor came He examined Johnsy Smiled and said "She has made it through Now she just needs proper rest" That afternoon Sue came to Johnsy's bedside Whispered softly "Mr. Behrman passed away in the hospital today He caught pneumonia" Sue paused Then continued "That night When the storm was strongest Mr. Behrman took his brush and paints And climbed the ladder" Sue pointed outside "That leaf He painted it" Johnsy was stunned She looked at that leaf on the wall Tears streamed down her cheeks A painted leaf Yet became the most real hope Behrman saved a young life With his final masterpiece He spent his whole life pursuing great art Yet painted his most touching work On his final night Sometimes Hope does not need to be real It just needs to exist And some people Will light a lamp with their lives Even if you never realize it That leaf Still hangs on the wall In the hearts of everyone who needs hope

原著作者｜Sam McBratney 山姆·麦克布雷尼 Guess How Much I Love You Night was falling Little Nutbrown Hare should have been asleep but he wasn't ready to sleep He had something important to do He wanted Big Nutbrown Hare to know just how much he loved him And so a game of love began Little Nutbrown Hare held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare's long ears He wanted Big Nutbrown Hare to listen Little Nutbrown Hare said Guess how much I love you Big Nutbrown Hare said Oh I don't think I could guess that Little Nutbrown Hare stretched his arms out wide as wide as they could go and said I love you this much Big Nutbrown Hare stretched his arms out too His arms were longer and he said But I love you this much Little Nutbrown Hare thought Hmm that is a lot Little Nutbrown Hare reached up high and said I love you as high as my fingers can reach Big Nutbrown Hare reached up high too and said But I love you as high as my fingers can reach Little Nutbrown Hare thought That is very high I wish my arms were that long Little Nutbrown Hare stood on his head with his feet against the tree trunk and said I love you all the way to my toes Big Nutbrown Hare picked Little Nutbrown Hare up lifted him over his head and said But I love you all the way to your toes Little Nutbrown Hare jumped up and down and said I love you as high as I can jump Big Nutbrown Hare jumped too His ears touched the branches and he said But I love you as high as I can jump Little Nutbrown Hare thought That is very high I wish I could jump that high Little Nutbrown Hare was tired He looked at the distant hills and said I love you across the river to the fields full of wildflowers Big Nutbrown Hare said But I love you across the river past the hills all the way to the farthest place Little Nutbrown Hare thought That is really far He was sleepy and couldn't think of anything more He looked up at the sky and saw the moon shining in the night and said I love you right up to the moon Then Little Nutbrown Hare closed his eyes and fell asleep in Big Nutbrown Hare's arms Big Nutbrown Hare kissed him gently and whispered I love you right up to the moon and back Children have so many strange ideas in their little heads Have you ever been asked by your child Mommy Daddy how much do you love me Love is never a contest and it can never be measured But children will try every way they can to know how much they matter to you

原著作者｜Dr. Seuss 苏斯博士 Green Eggs and Ham Today we're going to talk about a book called Green Eggs and Ham This book is no ordinary book it has sold over two hundred million copies worldwide been translated into fifteen languages Dr. Seuss made a bet with his friend that he could write this classic using only fifty words and it became a legend in children's literature One day Sam came over with a plate of strange food on the plate were green eggs and green ham he asked another person would you like to try The person frowned and said no I do not like green eggs and ham Sam didn't give up he followed the person into a house holding up the plate he asked would you eat them in a house the person shook his head and said I would not eat them in a house Sam asked again would you eat them in a house with a mouse the person said I would not eat them in a house with a mouse Sam continued asking would you eat them in a box the person said I would not eat them in a box Sam asked again would you eat them in a box with a fox the person said I would not eat them in a box with a fox Sam still didn't give up he followed the person into a car and asked would you eat them in a car the person said I would not eat them in a car Sam asked again would you eat them in a car with a goat the person said I would not eat them in a car with a goat Sam kept asking would you eat them in a tree the person said I would not eat them in a tree Sam followed the person onto a train and asked would you eat them on a train the person said I would not eat them on a train Sam asked again would you eat them in the dark the person said I would not eat them in the dark Sam asked again would you eat them on a boat the person said I would not eat them on a boat The person finally couldn't take it anymore he shouted enough if you let me be I will try Sam handed him the plate the person picked up a fork speared a piece of green egg put it in his mouth chewed and suddenly his eyes went wide he took another bite of ham and a surprised look appeared on his face He said loudly I like green eggs and ham I like them in a house I like them with a mouse I like them in a box I like them with a fox I like them in a car I like them with a goat I like them in a tree I like them on a train I like them in the dark I like them on a boat It turns out some things you have to try to know how good they are We always say no no no but sometimes the thing that makes us frown can bring us surprises Dr. Seuss used fifty words to tell us don't be so quick to say no give it a try first maybe you'll discover a whole new world

原著作者｜罗尔德·达尔 Roald Dahl Today let me tell you the story of Fantastic Mr Fox This book has been translated into sixty-eight languages with over twenty million copies sold Wes Anderson made it into an animated film that got an Oscar nomination J K Rowling called it a classic every child must read The story takes place in a valley Three farmers control everything in the valley Boggis raises chickens Bunce raises ducks and Bean raises geese They have money power and guns Anyone who dares touch their things is in for trouble Below in the valley lives a fox family Mr Fox Mrs Fox and four hungry little foxes Mr Fox is clever Every night he goes to borrow a little food A chicken a duck a goose He never takes too much and never wastes But the three farmers would not let it go The three farmers got together and shouted That fox is stealing from us again They grabbed their guns Started up the excavators And stormed toward the fox den Get him out Get his whole family out Not one fox will survive Rumble rumble The excavators went to work Inside the fox den the little foxes trembled with fear Daddy will we die Mr Fox looked at his children with steady eyes No We have something more powerful than excavators What is it Wisdom Mr Fox started digging He led the children deeper Toward the farmers stores Follow me Dig to their chicken coop The little foxes followed their father You dig for a while I dig for a while Above ground the excavators roared Below ground the fox family moved silently forward Suddenly Mr Fox stopped We are here Where Right under Boggis chicken house Mr Fox gently opened a hole Reached in and grabbed three of the fattest chickens Remember we only take what we need Keep going Dig to Bunce duck house Then dig to Bean wine cellar Tonight we will invite all our neighbors to dinner The news spread The rabbits came the badger came The moles came too Every animal that the three farmers had bullied All came Deep underground lights blazed bright The long table was covered with food Roast chicken roast duck roast goose And Bean's treasured apple wine Mr Fox raised his glass Tonight we are not thieves We are survivors Right now they are still up there guarding Waiting for us to come out But we we are having a feast down here The animals cheered Long live Fantastic Mr Fox Above ground the three farmers still guarded the den He will come out eventually Yes a fox always comes out to find food They had no idea the fox family was enjoying a feast below They would never think this feast would last very very long Why is Fantastic Mr Fox worth reading Because it tells children When power presses down on you Head-on collision is not the only choice Wisdom is stronger than strength Unity is more powerful than loneliness True courage is not being unafraid True courage is moving forward even when afraid Mr Fox protected his family with wisdom And won victory through unity The three farmers kept waiting Waiting for a fox that would never come out And the animals in the valley finally understood The real strong ones are not those with guns But those who use wisdom to protect their families

原著作者｜肯尼斯·格雷厄姆 The Wind in the Willows When you're feeling down go read those classic fairy tales that heal the world For more than a hundred years countless adults crushed by life have found their long-lost peace in this book about rivers forests and friendship It is a gift Kenneth Grahame left to all humanity The Wind in the Willows crown jewel of British children's literature The story begins just like every one of us who doesn't want to go to work The protagonist is a mole who has lived in darkness for too long His days never change sweeping painting walls moving things dust covering his shoulders Until one day a tremor came from deep within the earth Like someone gently knocking saying come out it's different outside now He dropped his tools and rushed toward the light for the first time Sunlight poured down like a waterfall He squinted his eyes tears streaming down When he could finally see clearly he saw a river The river was so wide wide as the whole world The river sang the willows danced the wind carried flower scents New here A head poked out from the grass on the bank It was a water rat brown fur gleaming eyes holding the gentleness of the entire river Come aboard Let me teach you to know this river The boat pushed through the ripples like cutting through a piece of green silk The mole's hands trembled the rat's hands held the oars steady Don't rush This river doesn't like anxious people Learn to listen to its voice and it will take you anywhere They drifted for an entire afternoon No destination no to-do list Only water lapping the boat only dragonflies skimming the surface Doesn't this count as wasting time the mole asked softly The rat smiled Look at that cloud how long does it take to drift by No one knows no one cares The cloud doesn't care the river doesn't care Why should you In that moment something loosened in the mole's heart After that they often did this The rat would produce all kinds of food wild berries honey cakes smoked fish wrapped in lotus leaves They lay on the grass watching the sky turn from blue to purple The mole learned to recognize every sound of the water Rapids were warnings whirlpools were jokes calm depths hid schools of fish But he hadn't yet learned how to face his own past One winter evening they passed through a village The mole suddenly stopped There was a scent in the wind The scent of old wood the scent of fireplace ashes the scent of some night many years ago His feet rooted to the ground I want to go home and see his voice trembled but I'm afraid He didn't finish His home was small broken without even a proper teacup The rat said nothing He simply accompanied the mole walking through snow for a long time until they saw that low doorway Inside was even more humble than imagined Thick dust cobwebs in the corners The mole's face burned Let's go there's nothing worth staying for But the rat had already rolled up his sleeves He wiped the table built a fire spread the blanket he brought on the bed You know the rat looked at the low ceiling This slanted roof is cleverly designed rainwater flows off by itself And this fireplace positioned just right the whole room will be warm He turned around eyes sparkling This is the coziest house I've ever seen The mole's tears fell into the fire making a soft sizzling sound Some friends have seen you at your best yet are still willing to crouch down and embrace you at your most wretched moments But the rat had his moments of being lost too A traveler came to the bank He wore a sea-blue coat speaking with a salty flavor He spoke of a harbor where the moon was especially large where the wine was especially strong where girls sang songs in languages you couldn't understand The rat listened entranced His oar stopped mid-air the boat spinning in place That night he began packing his bag The mole stood at the door are you really leaving I must go or I'll regret it for the rest of my life The mole didn't stop him He simply pressed a piece of paper into the rat's hand Write these down first write them down and if you still want to go I'll see you to the dock The rat wrote all night He wrote of purple seas ancient clock towers sailors waiting at the harbor When he reached the last line he found himself crying Not from longing but from not wanting to leave He folded the paper put it in a drawer Some distant places are enough when left on paper The real distant place is where someone waits for you to come home to dinner And the toad the toad was lost more completely He was the richest animal on the riverbank also the easiest to tire of things This spring he loved rowing summer he loved carriages autumn he saw an automobile That red machine was like a fire burning away all his reason This is living he crashed one car This is freedom he stole two cars Until the handcuffs clicked on his wrists he was still shouting you don't understand I just want to feel alive The judge counted the charges theft reckless driving contempt of court nineteen years Someone suggested let's make it a round number twenty years

原著作者｜居伊·德·莫泊桑 Have you ever met someone like this You help them ten times miss once and you're the bad guy You refuse them ten times help once and you're the good guy Human hearts can be so strange sometimes Today's story will show you the truest side of human nature During the Franco-Prussian War France was defeated In a carriage sat a group of fleeing nobles merchants and politicians They dressed elegantly spoke gracefully and looked down on another woman in the carriage Her skin was fair and smooth like a piece of suet jade so people called her Boule de Suif She was a prostitute Those respectable people found her dirty found her cheap even breathing the same air made them sick The carriage traveled through the snow for a long time everyone grew hungry Those who had just been putting on airs now had green eyes from hunger Then Boule de Suif dragged a basket from under her seat Roasted chicken bread cheese wine The aroma instantly filled the carriage She looked at the hungry people and gently said "Have some" No showing off no revenge just pure kindness Can you imagine The same people who despised her a second ago were now wolfing down food the next They ate with greasy mouths then started praising her beauty her kindness calling her a good woman Boule de Suif smiled she thought true heart could exchange for true heart But she was wrong The carriage was trapped in a small town The Prussian officer said let that woman spend the night with me or no one leaves Boule de Suif shook her head she might be a prostitute but she sells her body not her country Those respectable people at first supported her "Yes we French must have backbone" But one day passed two days passed the carriage still couldn't move Their faces began to change The countess said "For everyone some sacrifice is necessary" The merchant said "We can't delay everyone's business just for one person can we" Even the nun said "God will forgive you" Boule de Suif looked at these people who had once smiled at her and suddenly understood Her kindness in their eyes was worth nothing She was isolated and helpless she broke down crying she finally compromised That night she lost her dignity And those people they celebrated in the inn cheering for their "victory" The next day the carriage continued its journey Boule de Suif returned to the carriage trembling all over She thought at least someone would look at her But no one did Those people resumed their arrogance as if she were something dirty They ate breakfast chatted no one gave her a single piece of bread Someone even said "Isn't this what she does stop pretending to be pitiful" Boule de Suif finally cried cried her heart out But no one looked back The carriage continued through the snow leaving a trail of wheel marks Like this story rolling over human hearts leaving deep scars Maupassant didn't preach a single word But he showed us one thing Those who talk most about morality often have the least Those who claim to be noble are often the basest Kindness and nobility never lie in fine clothes but in the soul But remember this Your kindness must have teeth Don't be the one who burns yourself but can't warm a heart of stone Let kindness grow teeth Able to warm the world and able to withstand the cold wind

原著作者｜塞尔玛·拉格洛夫 Did you know In the history of the Nobel Prize for Literature only one fairy tale has ever won It is The Wonderful Adventures of Nils In Sweden on this twenty-krona banknote the front shows the author Selma Lagerlöf and the back shows a little boy riding on a goose So what kind of child is Nils In today's words he was a super brat He was fourteen blond and tall quite handsome but his character was terrible He didn't like studying he was lazy and worst of all he lacked empathy Pulling the rooster's comb hitting cows with wooden shoes poking hornets' nests In his world he was the center and other lives were his toys Until one Sunday afternoon everything changed Nils discovered a little elf in his house and his first instinct was to play a prank He caught the elf with a net The elf got angry and cast a spell Bang Nils passed out When he woke up he found himself shrunk to the size of a thumb This setup is brilliant Before he was a giant a master who could kick anyone he didn't like Now he was tiny The chickens and ducks and cats and dogs he used to bully could easily kill him For the first time he truly felt what fear was what it meant to be small Just when Nils was in despair the family's white goose Merton suddenly flew up taking Nils into the sky And so one boy and one goose joined a flock of wild geese and began a journey across Sweden The leader of the flock a wise old goose named Akka would not accept him Why Because he was human In the animal world humans had a terrible reputation But that night a fox named Smirre attacked the flock and snatched a goose The old Nils would have hidden far away but this time he rushed forward without thinking grabbed the fox's tail and saved the goose at the risk of his life This was the first time Nils risked himself for someone else When a person begins to give to others their heart begins to mature The geese accepted him He helped squirrels find nuts he helped small animals untie ropes He was amazed to discover that the joy of helping others was far deeper and longer lasting than the thrill of bullying On this journey he witnessed so many amazing things One night at Kullaberg he saw something he would never forget It was the Dance of the Cranes At that sacred moment all the animals even foxes and rabbits who were usually enemies put aside their grudges and gathered on the hillside of Kullaberg The cranes began to dance They spread their wings spinning and leaping gracefully Moonlight fell on their white feathers like a performance from another world Nils hid behind a rock deeply shaken by this primitive and sacred life force He suddenly realized humans are not masters of the world but just one member of all living beings Later they came to Glimminge Castle Inside lived a colony of ancient black rats who guarded the civilization there But a swarm of savage gray rats invaded trying to wipe them out This was a metaphor for the clash of civilizations The geese wanted to help but could do nothing Once again Nils stepped forward He found a magic whistle in the castle and like the legendary Pied Piper he played a tune and led thousands of gray rats out of the castle far away The black rats were saved Another night Nils saw something even more magical On the beach he watched a magnificent city rise slowly from the sea It was the legendary underwater city of Vineta punished by the gods for its pride and excess and sunk beneath the waves The city rose only once every hundred years If just one living person would buy something even for a penny the city would be saved Ghost merchants desperately showed Nils their treasures their eyes filled with longing a longing for rebirth Nils wanted to buy but he had no money Then he remembered he had picked up a rusty coin on the beach He turned and ran back to find it but by the time he returned with the coin time was up The city collapsed before his eyes sinking back into the sea leaving only silence This story was cruel and profound It told Nils and it tells us opportunities are fleeting and greed and corruption can destroy the greatest civilizations This sense of history's weight settled on Nils's young heart with a burden beyond his years He learned the world is not just play there is regret there is loss What broke his heart the most was the moment they flew over his home He secretly went back to take a look He saw the shabby cottage he used to despise He saw his parents worried about losing their goose and he saw how much they had aged from missing him Before he thought his parents were ordinary and dull Now through the window he saw their love and the hardships of life True growth often begins the moment you truly see your parents He wanted to go home He wanted to tell his parents If you're unhappy just spank me But he was a little elf now he couldn't go back The climax of the story came at the end of the journey The elf told him If he brought the white goose Merton home and let his mother kill it he could become human again

原著作者｜赫尔曼·黑塞 December wind sweeps through city streets but cannot disperse the gloom in Harry Haller's heart He is fifty years old living alone in a small apartment Bookshelves overflow with books art reproductions hang on the walls They are silent just like him Harry stands at the window watching twilight slowly consume the sky In his pocket a razor cold He feels he is a steppenwolf half human half wolf forever tearing each other apart The human part of him yearns for warmth yearns for order longs to live like those good citizens The wolf part of him laughs at everything despises everything thinks all people are utterly foolish These two forces have battled in his blood for fifty years no winner only exhaustion The winter night grows even colder Harry walks out of his apartment stops by the stone wall A neon sign suddenly lights up red words flicker in the darkness Magic Theater Open Only to Madmen His heart skips a beat He pushes the door walks into the Black Eagle tavern The tavern is filled with smoke music drifts low A girl sits in the corner her eyes sharp as a wolf Her name is Hermine She looks at Harry and smiles I know what you have in your pocket Harry freezes Hermine stands up walks up to him There is a wolf living inside you isn't there I can teach you a game But there is a condition when the game ends you must fall in love with me then kill me Harry does not know whether this is nightmare or the beginning of salvation Hermine drags Harry into another world She forces him to listen to jazz forces him to learn to dance forces him into dance halls and bars You have lived too long she says time to taste the flavor of life She pushes Maria into Harry's arms Maria is a socialite her body like warm water making Harry's dried up life flow again She also brings him to Pablo Pablo is a jazz saxophonist his music full of desire full of laughter and wildness Harry has never experienced Under Hermine's forcing Harry removes his mask for the first time merging into the crowd at the masked ball He feels as if he has become one with everyone that joy makes him want to cry After the ball ends Pablo hands Harry a pill You are ready he says entering means losing your mind Harry swallows the pill The world begins to spin He walks into a long corridor lined with mirrors on both sides In the mirrors there are hundreds of Harrys Sometimes he is human well dressed face clean Sometimes he is wolf baring teeth fur standing on end They chase each other tear each other apart Harry runs toward the door at the end of the corridor On the door Come Happy Hunting He pushes the door open falls into a crazy world People drive cars carry guns hunting each other without discrimination Harry fights his former friend then pushes him off the cliff Blood blooms on the ground He feels the pleasure of destruction then deep emptiness The second door Character Structure Guidance A chess player sits there before a chessboard You are not you the player says you are a collection of roles He moves the pieces Harry sees his different faces scholar wanderer loner dreamer Learn to be the chess player the player says direct them direct your life The third door The Miracle of the Wolf Trainer The trainer leads a real wolf Extreme humanity is hypocrisy he says Extreme wolf nature is destruction Balance is the only way The final door All Girls Are Yours Harry sees Hermine and Pablo lying together Rage burns from his feet to his head He grabs an imaginary knife stabs it into Hermine's heart Hermine does not resist She falls with a smile You did it Now find your true self Harry awakens from the illusion finds himself in the corner of the tavern Sunlight streams through the window illuminating Hermine's empty seat He walks out of the tavern the winter wind is still cold but something in his heart has changed Harry finally understands Human nature and wolf nature do not need to destroy each other They can coexist in balance The battlefield that tore him apart finally falls silent The steppenwolf learns to howl but also learns to return home

原著作者｜加西亚·马尔克斯 A book in Nobel Prize literature writes down every form of love it is called Love in the Time of Cholera A man can keep changing bed partners while keeping his first love pure in his heart Six hundred and twenty lovers but waited for one person for fifty-three years At seventy-six years old he returned to his first love to fulfill that long waiting Is this love or is this a disease The story takes place in a small Caribbean town in the late nineteenth century when cholera was still spreading Florentino Ariza was a low-level clerk in the town poor as a church mouse but with a pair of melancholy eyes Fermina Daza was the daughter of the wealthy merchant Lorenzo young proud walking in the dusty world of mortal life Their meeting was a trick of fate Ariza went to Fermina's house to deliver a letter and saw her reading by the windowsill With just one glance Ariza was hopelessly in love Every day he sat on the garden bench pretending to read just to steal a glimpse of Fermina He started writing seventy-page love letters pouring all the brilliance of his soul into them In those days when carriages were slow and letters took time waiting and writing were a sweet torment Fermina was moved by this passionate sincerity For two years they never truly met face to face letters became the bond of their souls However Fermina's father discovered everything Lorenzo threatened Ariza with a gun and forcibly took Fermina away from her hometown This was a long inland journey meant to cut the thread of love but it unexpectedly became Fermina's rite of passage She rode in a mule-pulled cart across grasslands and mountains no longer a flower in a greenhouse becoming independent and mature Ariza did not give up he used his botanical knowledge to predict Fermina's route No matter where she went his letters always magically appeared there Every letter crossing mountains and rivers touched Fermina deeply At that time she believed this was love If the story ended here it would be a happy ending for the perfect couple But Marquez wrote the cruelest truth about love The journey ended Fermina returned to the small town That day on the street Ariza finally saw his beloved he had thought of day and night He excitedly stepped forward to greet her but Fermina turned around seeing not a white knight but a pale gloomy thin face At that moment she suddenly woke up all these years she had not loved this person in front of her but the imaginary phantom she had created in her mind She waved her hand and said the words that killed his heart No thank you forget it She returned all his letters along with the wilted camellia flower Camellias fall all at once just like her decisive love This moment of disillusionment completely ended their youthful love Fermina met Dr Juvenal Urbino through a misdiagnosis The doctor came from a noble family handsome and elegant an authoritative figure in the small town Under family pressure Fermina married the doctor becoming an enviable noble lady The marriage became mundane the doctor could give her the best material security but could not support her soul As for Ariza heartbroken he lived like a wandering spirit Watching his beloved marry someone else he was desperate and tormented During one voyage a strange woman forced herself upon him He discovered that physical pleasure though it could not heal the pain could at least temporarily numb the soul So Ariza began an absurd double life Keeping virginity for Fermina in his heart vowing to love only her in this lifetime But his body started chasing women wildly widows married women young girls he rejected none He recorded exactly six hundred and twenty-two lovers At the same time he realized to win Fermina back he must have more capital than the doctor He started climbing the ladder of the secular world starting from the bottom eventually becoming chairman of a shipping company accumulating great wealth He did all this for one goal to wait for the doctor to die This wait was exactly half a century One day the elderly doctor trying to catch a runaway parrot fell from a ladder and died instantly That night after the funeral when the guests had left an elderly man with white hair remained it was Florentino Ariza He walked with trembling steps but assumed a nearly perfect posture and spoke the words that had rested in his heart for fifty years I still love you Fermina was furious To talk about love at the moment her husband just died was an insult to the deceased She drove him away but she started reading the letters Ariza wrote Those were no longer passionate empty words but two old people's reflections on life aging and death The words slowly melted her lonely hardened heart in her later years In the end Fermina made a decision she boarded the riverboat Ariza had purchased beginning a journey across half the world