染雾童话 英文版 篇一
Title: The Magical Adventure of Princess Lily
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Evergreen, there lived a beautiful princess named Lily. She had long golden hair that shimmered in the sunlight and eyes as blue as the sky. Princess Lily was known throughout the kingdom for her kind heart and gentle spirit.
One day, as she was walking in the royal gardens, Princess Lily stumbled upon a hidden pathway that led deep into the enchanted forest. Curious to explore, she ventured forth into the unknown, guided by the soft whispers of the wind.
As she walked further into the forest, Princess Lily came across a shimmering pond with water so clear, she could see her reflection in it. Suddenly, a magical creature emerged from the water – a water nymph named Aurora. Aurora told Princess Lily that the kingdom of Evergreen was in grave danger and only she could save it.
Determined to help her people, Princess Lily embarked on a journey filled with danger and adventure. Along the way, she encountered mythical creatures like unicorns and dragons, who helped her on her quest. With their guidance and her own bravery, Princess Lily overcame every obstacle in her path.
Finally, Princess Lily arrived at the heart of the enchanted forest where the evil sorcerer Malachi was casting a spell to destroy the kingdom. With a courage that belied her years, Princess Lily confronted Malachi and with a single touch of her hand, broke the spell that bound him.
The kingdom of Evergreen was saved, and Princess Lily was hailed as a hero. From that day on, she ruled with wisdom and compassion, ensuring that peace and prosperity reigned throughout the land. And though her adventure had come to an end, Princess Lily knew that her true journey was just beginning.
And they all lived happily ever after.
童话 英文版 篇二
Title: The Lost Treasure of Captain Jack
In a far-off land across the seven seas, there lived a legendary pirate known as Captain Jack. He was feared by all who crossed his path, for his treasure was said to be the greatest in all the world. But Captain Jack's treasure was not just gold and jewels – it was a magical artifact that could grant any wish to its possessor.
For years, Captain Jack sailed the seas in search of more riches to add to his collection. But one fateful day, a fierce storm struck his ship, causing it to crash upon the rocks of a remote island. The crew managed to escape, but Captain Jack and his treasure were lost to the depths of the sea.
Years passed, and the legend of Captain Jack's lost treasure lived on in the hearts of adventurous souls. Many brave souls embarked on a quest to find the treasure, but none returned. Until one day, a young girl named Emily stumbled upon a map that led to the island where Captain Jack's treasure was hidden.
Determined to prove her worth, Emily set sail for the island, facing treacherous waters and deadly creatures along the way. But she was undeterred, for she knew that the power of Captain Jack's treasure was worth any risk.
Finally, Emily arrived at the island and found the buried treasure of Captain Jack. As she held the artifact in her hands, a bright light shone forth, granting her the power to make any wish come true. But instead of using it for her own gain, Emily wished for peace and prosperity to reign throughout the world.
And so, the lost treasure of Captain Jack brought not riches, but hope and goodwill to all who sought it. Emily returned home a hero, her name forever etched in the annals of history as the bravest adventurer to have ever lived. And the legend of Captain Jack and his treasure lived on, a reminder that true wealth lies not in gold, but in the kindness of the heart.
童话 英文版 篇三
童话 英文版
The Black Cat黑猫的英文版童话，希望大家喜欢。
英文版童话之The Black Cat
You are not going to believe this story. But it is a true story, as true as I sit here writing it—as true as I will die in the morning. Yes, this story ends with my end, with my death tomorrow.
I have always been a kind and loving person—everyone will tell you this. They will also tell you that I have always loved animals more than anything. When I was a little boy, my family always had many different animals round the house. As I grew up, I spent most of my time with them, giving them their food and cleaning them.
I married when I was very young, and I was happy to find that my wife loved all of our animal friends as much as I did. She bought us the most beautiful animals. We had all sorts of birds, gold fish, a fine dog and a cat.
The cat was a very large and beautiful animal. He was black, black all over, and very intelligent. He was so intelligent that my wife often laughed about what some people believe; some people believe that all black cats are evil, enemies in a cat's body.
Pluto—this was the cat's name—was my favourite. It was always I who gave him his food, and he followed me everywhere. I often had to stop him from following me through the streets! For years, he and I lived happily together, the best of friends.
But during those years I was slowly changing. It was that evil enemy of Man called Drink who was changing me. I was not the kind, loving person people knew before. I grew more and more selfish. I was often suddenly angry about unimportant things. I began to use bad language, most of all with my wife. I even hit her sometimes. And by that time, of course, I was often doing horrible things to our animals. I hit all of them—but never Pluto. But, my illness was getting worse—oh yes, drink is an illness! Soon I began to hurt my dear Pluto too.
I remember that night very well. I came home late, full of drink again. I could not understand why Pluto was not pleased to see me. The cat was staying away from me. My Pluto did not want to come near me! I caught him and picked him up, holding him strongly. He was afraid of me and bit my hand.
Suddenly, I was not myself any more. Someone else was in my body: someone evil, and mad with drink! I took my knife from my pocket, held the poor animal by his neck and cut out one of his eyes.
The next morning, my mind was full of pain and horror when I woke up. I was deeply sorry. I could not understand how I could do such an evil thing. But drink soon helped me to forget.
Slowly the cat got better. Soon he felt no more pain. There was now only an ugly dry hole where the eye once was. He began to go round the house as usual again. He never came near me now, of course, and he ran away when I went too close.
I knew he didn't love me any more. At first I was sad. Then, slowly, I started to feel angry, and I did another terrible thing . . .
I had to do it—I could not stop myself. I did it with a terrible sadness in my heart—because I knew it was evil. And that was why I did it—yes! I did it because I knew it was evil. What did I do? I caught the cat and hung him by his neck from a tree until he was dead.
That night I woke up suddenly—my bed was on fire. I heard people outside shouting, 'Fire! Fire!' Our house was burning! I, my wife and our servant were lucky to escape. We stood and watched as the house burned down to the ground.
There was nothing left of the building the next morning. All the walls fell down during the night, except one - a wall in the middle of the house. I realized why this wall did not burn: because there was new plaster on it. The plaster was still quite wet.
I was surprised to see a crowd of people next to the wall. They were talking, and seemed to be quite excited. I went closer and looked over their shoulders. I saw a black shape in the new white plaster. It was the shape of large cat, hanging by its neck.
I looked at the shape with complete horror. Several minutes passed before I could think clearly again. I knew I had to try to think clearly. I had to know why it was there.
I remembered hanging the cat in the garden of the house next door. During the fire the garden was full of people. Probably, someone cut the dead cat from the tree and threw it through the window—to try and wake me. The falling walls pressed the animal's body into the fresh plaster. The cat burned completely, leaving the black shape in the new plaster. Yes, I was sure that was what happened.
But I could not forget that black shape for months. I even saw it in my dreams. I began to feel sad about losing the animal. So I began to look for another one. I looked mostly in the poor parts of our town where I went drinking. I searched for another black cat, of the same size and type as Pluto.
One night, as I sat in a dark and dirty drinking-house, I noticed a black object on top of a cupboard, near some bottles of wine. I was surprised when I saw it. 'I looked at those bottles a few minutes ago,' I thought, 'and I am sure that object was not there before . . .'
I got up, and went to see what it was. I put my hand up, touched it, and found that it was a black cat - a very large one, as large as Pluto. He looked like Pluto too - in every way but one: Pluto did not have a white hair anywhere on his body; this cat had a large white shape on his front.
He got up when I touched him, and pressed the side of his head against my hand several times. He liked me. This was the animal I was looking for! He continued to be very friendly and later, when I left, he followed me into the street. He came all the way home with me— we now had another house - and came inside. He immediately jumped up on to the most comfortable chair and went to sleep. He stayed with us, of course. He loved both of us and very soon he became my wife's favourite animal.
