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英语短文故事【第一篇】

The love world is big, which can hold hundreds of disappointments;

the love world is small which is crowded even with three people inside.

原来爱情的世界很大，大到可以装下上百种委屈；

原来爱情的世界很小，小到三个人就挤到窒息。

To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

对于世界而言，你是一个人；但是对于某个人，你是他的整个世界。

Don’t waste your time on a man/woman, who isn’t willing to waste their time on you.

不要为那些不愿在你身上花费时间的人而浪费你的时间。

Don’t try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

不要着急，最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one,

so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

在遇到梦中人之前，上天也许会安排我们先遇到别的人；

在我们终于遇见心仪的人时，便应当心存感激。

It is better bo have love and lost than never to have loved at all.

宁可曾经爱过而失败，也不要从来未曾有过一次爱。

Love me little, love me long.

爱不贵亲密，而贵长久。

To live in a world without you is more painful than any punishment.

Do you know that no one can replace you in my heart?

生活在没有的你的世界，比任何一种惩罚都要痛苦，

你知道吗，对我而言，你是任何人都无法取代的。

If love is a mountain, then if men go up,

more women they will see while women will see fewer men.

如果爱情像座山，那么男人越往上走可以俯视的女人就越多，

而女人越往上走可以仰视的男人就越少。

Love makes man grow up or sink down.

爱情，要么让人成熟，要么让人堕落。

The only thing you can do when you no longer have something is not to forget.

当你不能再拥有的时候，唯一可以做的就是令自己不要忘记。

To forgive is not to forget, nor remit, but let it go;

to be lonely is not because you have no friends, but no one is living in your heart.

宽恕、原谅并不代表忘记，也不代表赦免，而是放自己一条生路。

孤单不是有没有朋友，而是有没有人住在你心里。

The worst way to miss someone is to be

sitting right beside them knowing you can’t have them.

失去某人，最糟糕的莫过于，他近在身旁，却犹如远在天边。

To keep someone around you is not love; love is to let the one you love go freely.

不是把对方留在自己身边才叫爱，能放手让所爱的人离开，也是爱的一种。

During the whole life, you will regret for two things:

one is that you don’t get the one you love and the other is the one you love is not happy.

人的一生，有两种遗憾最折磨人：一是得不到你心爱的人；二是心爱的人得不到幸福。

Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

不要因为结束而哭泣，微笑吧，为你的曾经拥有。

Never expect the perfect man,

it’s not because that you cannot find, but just because there is no perfect man.

不要期待完美的男人，不是因为你期待不到，而是根本没有完美的男人。

An unacceptable love needs no sorrow but sometime for forgetting.

A badly-hurt heart needs no sympathy but understanding.

一段不被接受的爱情，需要的不是伤心，而是时间，一段可以用来遗忘的时间。

一颗被深深伤了的心，需要的不是同情，而是明白。

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

我爱你，不是因为你是一个怎样的人，而是因为我喜欢与你在一起时的感觉。

No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won’t make you cry.

没有人值得让你为他/她流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。

It’s often said that you will have the same life as the person you find.

Therefore, different choices make different endings.

人们说，找到了什么样的人就有了什么样的生活，于是不同的选择，就有不同的童话结尾。

Sometimes you need to look back,

otherwise you will never know what you have lost in the way of forever searching.

偶尔要回头看看，否则永远都在追寻，而不知道自己失去了什么。

Most of people are looking forward the crystal-like love—pure without any defect.

However the truth is most people are having the glass-like love.

许多人向往水晶般的爱情，晶莹剔透没有瑕疵。但更多人拥有的是玻璃般的爱情。

The one you love also loves you. This is a miracle.

And the god names this as falling in love with each other.

自己爱的人同时也爱着自己，这简直是一种奇迹，

神明为这种奇迹取了一个名字，叫做恋爱。

How it feels when you are loved by the one you love? How could it be like?

If you want to answer it immediately, you shall know how happy you are.

被自己所爱的人深爱着是什么样的感觉呢？会是什么样子呢？

想要立刻回答的人，你要知道自己是多么幸福。

Hope and trust is the tail of a lizard, which can reproduce even after being cut off.

希望和信任是蜥蜴的尾巴，即使被切断，但它们还会再长出来。

Do you think that the sourest feeling is to be jealous?

No, the sourest thing is that you have no rights to be jealous.

That’s the sourest thing.

你以为最酸的感觉是吃醋吗？不是的，最酸溜溜的感觉是没权吃醋，

根本就轮不到你吃醋，那才是…

The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.

失去某人，最糟糕的莫过于，他近在身旁，却犹如远在天边。

To lost in something you love is better than to win in something you hate.

宁可失败在你喜欢的事情上，也不要成功在你所憎恶的事情上。

It is better bo have love and lost than never to have loved at all.

宁可曾经爱过而失败，也不要从来未曾有过一次爱。

I know that love shall not be compared, but I still used to complaining what he is lack of.

我知道感情不能拿来比较，但无意中还是习惯抱怨他所缺少的。

Never frown, even when you are sad,

because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

纵然伤心，也不要愁眉不展，因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。

Love is an impossible meeting.

For example, I am a bird flying in sky,

you are a leopard in forest. We just fall in love accidentally.

缘分是不可能的相遇。比如我是空中的鸟，你是林中的豹，只是我们碰巧相爱。

When someone abandons you, it is him that gets loss

because he lost someone who truly loves him

but you just lost one who doesn’t love you.

当你认为被抛弃的时候，受损失的其实是对方：

因为他失去了一个真正喜欢他的人，而你只不过少了一个不喜欢你…

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to,

doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

爱你的人如果没有按你所希望的方式来爱你，那并不代表他们没有全心全意地爱你。

Good love makes you see the whole world from one person

while bad love makes you abandon the whole world for one person.

好的爱情是你通过一个人看到整个世界，坏的爱情是你为了一个人舍弃世界。

Why to ask so much when you are in love?

The mature never ask the past,

the wise never ask the present

and the open-minded never ask the future.

爱，又何必多问？成熟的人不问过去，聪明的人不问现在，豁达的人不问未来。

The key for happiness is not to find a perfect person,

but find someone and build a perfect relationship with him.

幸福的关键不在于找到一个完美的人，

而在找到一个人，然后和他一起努力建立一个完美的关系。

If you leave me, please don’t comfort me

because each sewing has to meet stinging pain.

离开我就别安慰我，要知道每一次缝补也会遭遇穿刺的痛。

英语短文故事精选【第二篇】

I was now five, and still I showed no real sign of intelligence. I showed no apparent interest in things except with my toes – more especially those of my left foot. Although my natural habits were clean I could not aid myself, but in this respect my father took care of me. I used to lie on my back all the time in the kitchen or, on bright warm sunny days, out in the garden, a little bundle of crooked muscle and twisted nerves, surrounded by a family that loved me and hoped for me and that made me part of their own warmth and humanity. I was lonely, imprisoned in a world of my own, unable to communicate with others, cut off, separated from them as though a glass wall stood between my existence and theirs, thrusting me beyond the sphere of their lives and activities. I longed to run about and play with the rest, but I was unable to break loose from my bondage.

Then, suddenly, it happened! In a moment everything was changed, my future life moulded into a definite shape, my mother’s faith in me rewarded and her secret fear changed into open triumph. It happened so quickly, so simply after all the years of waiting and uncertainty that I can see and feel the whole scene as if it had happened last week. It was the afternoon of a cold, grey December day. The streets outside glistened with snow; the white sparkling flakes stuck and melted on the window-panes and hung on the boughs of the trees like molten silver. The wind howled dismally, whipping up little whirling columns of snow that rose and fell at every fresh gust. And over all, the dull, murky sky stretched like a dark canopy, a vast infinity of greyness.

Inside, all the family were gathered round the big kitchen fire that lit up the little room with a warm glow and made giant shadows dance on the walls and ceiling.

In a corner Mona and Paddy were sitting huddled together, a few torn school primers before them. They were writing down little sums on to an old chipped slate, using a bright piece of yellow chalk. I was close to them, propped up by a pillow against the wall, watching.

It was the chalk that attracted me so much. It was a long slender stick of vivid yellow. I had never seen anything like it before, and it showed up so well against the black surface of the slate that I was fascinated by it as much as if it had been a stick of gold.

Suddenly I wanted desperately to do what my sister was doing. Then – without thinking or knowing exactly what I was doing, I reached out and took the stick of chalk out of my sister’s hand – with my left foot.

I do not know why I used my left foot to do this. It is a puzzle to many people as well as to myself, for, although I had displayed a curious interest in my toes at an early age, I had never attempted before this to use either of my feet in any way. They could have been as useless to me as were my hands. That day, however, my left foot, apparently on its own volition, reached out and very impolitely took the chalk out of my sister’s hand.

I held it tightly between my toes, and, acting on an impulse, made a wild sort of scribble with it on the slate. Next moment I stopped, a bit dazed, surprised, looking down at the stick of yellow chalk stuck between my toes, not knowing what to do with it next, hardly knowing how it got there. Then I looked and became aware that everyone had stopped talking and were staring at me silently. Nobody stirred. Mona, her black curls framing her chubby little face, stared at me with great big eyes and open mouth. Across the open hearth, his face lit by flames, sat my father, leaning forward, hands outspread on his knees, his shoulders tense. I felt the sweat break out on my forehead.

My mother came in from the pantry with a steaming pot in her hand. She stopped midway between the table and the fire, feeling the tension flowing through the room. She followed their stare and saw me, in the corner. Her eyes looked from my face down to my foot, with the chalk gripped between my toes. She put down the pot.

The she crossed over to me and knelt down beside me, as she had done so many times before. ‘I’ll show you what to do with it, Chris,’ she said, very slowly and in a queer, jerky way, her face flushed as if with some inner excitement.

Taking another piece of chalk from Mona, she hesitated, then very deliberately drew, on the floor in front of me, the single letter ‘A’. ‘Copy that,’ she said, looking steadily at me. ‘Copy it, Christy.’ I couldn’t.

I looked about me, looked around at the faces that were turned towards me, excited faces that were at that moment frozen, immobile, eager, waiting for a miracle in their midst. The stillness was profound. The room was full of flame and shadow that danced before my eyes and lulled my taut nerves into a sort of waking sleep. I could hear the sound of the water-tap dripping in the pantry, the loud ticking of the clock on the mantelshelf, and the soft hiss and crackle of the logs on the open hearth.

I tried again. I put out my foot and made a wild jerking stab with the chalk which produced a very crooked line and nothing more. Mother held the slate steady for me. ‘Try again, Chris,’ she whispered in my ear. ‘Again.’

I did. I stiffened my body and put my left foot out again, for the third time. I drew one side of the letter. I drew half the other side. Then the stick of chalk broke and I was left with a stump. I wanted to fling it away and give up. Then I felt my mother’s hand on my shoulder. I tried once more. Out went my foot. I shook, I sweated and strained every muscle. My hands were so tightly clenched that my finger nails bit into the flesh. I set my teeth so hard that I nearly pierced my lower lip. Everything in the room swam till the faces around me were mere patches of white. But – I drew it – the letter ‘A’. There it was on the floor before me. Shaky, with awkward, wobbly sides and a very uneven centre line. But it was the letter ‘A’. I looked up. I saw my mother’s face for a moment, tears on her cheeks. Then my father stooped down and hoisted me on his shoulder.

I had done it! It had started – the thing that was to give my mind its chance of expressing itself. True, I couldn’t speak with my lips, but now I would speak through something more lasting than spoken words – written words.

That one letter, scrawled on the floor with a broken bit of yellow chalk gripped between my toes, was my road to a new world, my key to mental freedom. It was to provide a source of relaxation to the tense, taut thing that was me which panted for expression behind a twisted mouth.

英语故事短文【第三篇】

Sports brings us together

Sports are more than competitions. To me, they mean growth under the care of others. I learned this the hard way.

I used to be very shy and often felt lonely. Although I did well in all the academic subjects, I was afraid of physical education. My classmates often laughed at me.

“Look at that girl,” they said. “Her feet don’t leave the ground when she runs!”

Their words embarrassed me. Moreover, whenever the teacher organized some competitive games, no one in the class liked to have me as their partner or team member. As a result, I often ended up looking at others enjoy their games.

Things would go on like that if not for a sports meet in my high school. By mistake, my name was put on the list of those who would compete in the women’s 1500 meters race. By the time people found the mistake, it was too late to change.

My desk-mate was a natural athlete. She said to me, “I couldn’t run that race in your place, because I’ve signed up for three items already.” Other athletic girls of the class said the same.

I was utterly dumbfounded. 1500 meters! Running against the best runners from other classes! And in front of students of the entire school! It would be the worst nightmare I’d ever have!

“You still have time to catch up because there is still one month before the sports meet,” they all said this to me, including my teacher.

My desk-mate patted me on the shoulder, “Cool! You will run for our class! And we will do training together.” Yes, this is not just for myself, but for my class too, I said to myself. But still, 1500 meters to me was like Mount Everest to a beginning climber. I had no idea even how to start my preparation.

Fortunately, my desk-mate gave me a hand. Every afternoon after class, several of us ran together. When the fear of being laughed at struck me, I saw others running right beside me. They gave me strengths. While we were running, some others would stand by the tracks cheering for us.

One month certainly couldn’t make me a good runner. But when I was standing behind the start line, I no longer felt lonely or afraid. I saw my classmates standing by the tracks waving at me as if about to run beside me.

With the shot of the starting gun, I dashed out and ran as fast as I could, as if it were a 200-meter race. Soon I was out of breath and slowed down. Other runners passed me one by one, and gradually I had no idea how many of them were still behind me. My legs were getting heavier and heavier, and I might fall down at any moment. However, I suddenly heard my classmates chanting my name. My desk-mate even ran along the tracks beside me and cheered for me at the same time, just like the month-long training we did together.

As expected, I was almost the last to cross the finish line. Immediately, my classmates held my arms and urged me to walk on my feet and not to sit down. I was surrounded, with all kinds of drinks handed to me. I felt a kind of warmth I had never felt before. Even though I was almost the last to finish the race, I was full of confidence that I would improve in the future.

That sports meet was an unforgettable experience. The memory of my classmates cheering for me, holding my arms and handing me drinks stays fresh on my mind. Sports are no longer about winning or losing. They give me a lot of confidence, both confidence in my fellow students and confidence in my own potential. I am no longer lonely, no longer afraid. Sports have brought me close to my classmates and helped us grow together.

Now, I participate in the sports meet every year. Even if I am not competing, I would help my classmates with their practice, just like the way my desk-mate and others ran with me.

英语短文故事精选【第四篇】

Never Judge a Book by Its Cover

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard’s outer office .The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods country folk had not business at Harvard, and probably didn’t even deserve to be in Cambridge .She frowned. ”We want to see the president,” the man said softly.” He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary snapped.” We’ll wait,” the lady replied. For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn’t. And the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president. ”Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she told him. He signed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with nobodies, but he detested gingham and homespun suits cluttering his office.

The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple .The lady told him, ”We had a son that attended Harvard for one year .He loved Harvard, and was very happy here. But he was accidentally killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him somewhere on campus. ”The president wasn’t touched, and she was shocked, ”Madam,” he said gruffly, ”we can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died, this place would look like a cemetery.

“Oh, no“ the lady explained quickly, “we don’t want to erect a statue .We thought we would give a building to Harvard.” The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, ”A building! Do you have and earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard.

For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased .He could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly.” Is that all it costs to start a university?” Her husband nodded .The president’s face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name -------a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who can do nothing for them or to them.

英语故事短文【第五篇】

英语故事：园艺的快乐

A few years ago I went through a period of such severe depression that life didn't seem worth living. It was like permanent winter, so bleak and cold that the sun would never shine.

几年前，我曾有一段时间患了严重的抑郁症，生活于我几近无可眷恋。我感觉身处永久的严冬，连阳光也无法穿透刺骨的寒冷。

Then I saw snowdrops pushing through the freezing, iron-hard ground. I looked at them every day until I felt that if they could come back to life, then so could I.

后来我看到雪花莲从冰冷坚硬的泥土里钻出来了。我每天看着它们，心想，如果它们可以挺过这个寒冬，那我也可以。

Those green shoots gave me hope in a way that nothing else had.

唯独是这些绿色的嫩芽，用独特的方式给我带来了希望。

As spring came, I started to put in more and more plants, until the garden was ablaze with colour. Life was growing through my hands; gentle, peaceful, but, above all, optimistic. If I gave love, it was returned, a hundredfold.

春天来了，我开始不断地在花园里种各种花草，整个花园都充满了鲜艳的色彩。生命通过我的双手不断成长，迸发着柔和宁静、乐观向上的气息。我给它们的爱意，它们百倍地回报了我。

I could spend hours lost in gardening. The form of depressive illness I have is biological. It has affected generations of my family and follows no rhyme, reason nor circumstance. I can be depressed when the sun is shining or I am surrounded by a group of loving friends.

我陶醉在园艺中，不知不觉就会度过好几个小时。我患有的抑郁症是遗传性的，已经影响了我家里好几代人，无规律可循，原因不明，也不知道什么时候会发作。无论是阳光灿烂的时候，还是和一群好朋友在一起，我都有可能会郁郁寡欢。

Of course, fresh air and exercise help to alleviate depression, but for me gardening is more than that. It represents endurance as well as hope.

当然，呼吸新鲜空气和做运动能够减轻抑郁的症状，但对我来说，园艺不仅仅是一种治疗的手段。它代表着忍耐和希望。

At the end of the first garden I made stood a tree, huge and magnificent. It withstood freezing temperatures and gale-force winds. It bent but never broke.

在第一个花园的深处，我亲手种了一棵树，高大茂盛，经得住刺骨的严寒和凛冽的暴风，即使被吹弯了也从来没有折断过。

The leaves dropped until it looked no more than a stark skeleton, but it always, always came back to life. And so I learned that we may be battled and bruised, but hope is a living thing.

每次落叶纷飞，最后只剩下光秃秃的树枝，它总是可以恢复生机。从中我懂得了一个道理：我们会经受考验，会跌倒受伤，但希望是不灭的。

英语故事：孤岛上的故事

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.

在一场船难中，唯一的生存者随着潮水，漂流到一座无人岛上。

He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him,

他天天激动地祈祷神救他能够早日离开此处，回到家乡。

and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

他还每天注视着海上有否可搭救他的人，但却是除了汪洋一片，什么也没有。

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

后来，他决定用那片带他到小岛的木头造一个简陋的小木屋，以保护他在这险恶的环境中生存，并且保存他所有剩下的东西。

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.

但有一天，在他捕完食物后，准备回小屋时，突然发现他的小屋竟然陷在熊熊烈火之中， 大火引起的浓烟不断向天上窜。

The worst had happened; everything was lost.

最悲惨的是：他所有的一切东西，在这一瞬间通通化为乌有了。

He was stunned with grief and anger. “God how could you do this to me!” he cried.

悲痛的他，气愤的对天呐喊着：神啊！你怎么可以这样对待我！顿时，眼泪从他的眼角中流出。

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island.

第二天一早，他被一艘正靠近小岛的船只的鸣笛声所吵醒。

It had come to rescue him.

是的，有人来救他了。

“How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man of his rescuers. “We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.

到了船上时，他问那些船员说：「你怎么知道我在这里？」

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad.

「因为我们看到了信号般的浓烟。」他们回答说。 人在碰到困难时，很容易会沮丧。

But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

不过无论受到折磨或者痛苦，都不用因此失去信心，因为上帝一直在我们心里面做着奇妙的工作。

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.

记住：当下一次你的小木屋着火时，那可能只是上帝美妙恩典的表征而已。

For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves,God has a positive answer for it.

在所有我们所认为负面的事情，上帝都是有正面答案的。

什么才是真正的礼物？

The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.- Eric Hoffer

世界上最难的算术题是如何清点我们的祝福。

According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet, he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher。

据传说，一个年轻的男子在漫游沙漠途中看到一泉如水晶般清澈而可口的水。水的味道非常甜美，于是他灌满了他的皮水壶，这样就可以带一些回去，送给曾经是他老师的部落长老。

After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart。

经过四天的旅程，他把水呈献给老人。老人深饮一口，和蔼地笑了笑，并深切感激学生赠予他甜美的水。年轻人怀着愉快的心情回到了村庄。

Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. He spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container。

后来，老师让他的另一个学生品尝水。学生吐了出来，说水太难喝了。它显然已经因为陈旧的皮革容器而变得不再新鲜。

The student challenged his teacher: “Master, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?”

学生质疑他的老师：“师父，水是臭的，你为什么要假装喜欢它？”

The teacher replied, “You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter.”

老师回答说，“你只品尝了水的味道，我却是在品尝礼物的味道。水仅仅是装载善与爱之行为的容器，而没有什么东西比善与爱更甜美了。”

I think we understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love from young children. Whether it's a ceramic tray or a macaroni bracelet, the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness because we love the idea within the gift。

我认为当我们从天真的孩子们那里收到爱的礼物时，能够最透彻地明白这个道理。无论它是一个陶瓷托盘或通心粉手镯，我 们自然而恰当的反应是欣赏，并表示感激，因为我们喜欢礼物所包含的心意。

Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart。

感恩并不总是自然而来的。不幸的是，大多数儿童和成人只看重被赠予的东西本身，而不是它体现的情谊。我们应该提醒自己，并教导我们的孩子，感情和对感激之情的表达是美丽而纯洁的。毕竟，发自内心给与的礼物才是真正的礼物。

伊索寓言：狐狸和山羊

A fox had fallen into a well, and had been casting about for a long time how he should get out again, when at length a goat came to the place, and wanting to drink, asked Reynard whether the water was good, and of there was plenty of it .The fox, dissembling the real danger of his case, replied :“come down, my friend, the water is so good that I can not drink enough of it, and so aboundant that it can not be exhausted .”Upon this the goat without any more ado leaped in, when the fox, taking advantage of his friend's horns, as nimbly leaped out, and coolly remarked to the poor deluded goat :“if you had half as much brains as you have beard, you would have looked before you leaped.”

一只狐狸掉在一口井里，转了很久怎样再跳上去，最后一只山羊来到这里，他正想喝水，便问狐狸这水好不好，还多不多，狐狸掩饰起他的真实危险处境，回答说：“下来吧，我的朋友，这水好得使我喝不够，而且多的用不完。”于是山羊立刻跳了井里，狐狸踩着他朋友的角，敏捷地跳了上去，并且冷淡地对受了骗的可怜的山羊说：“如果你的脑子有你胡子一半多，你就会先思而后行了。”

伊索寓言：熊与狐狸

A bear used to boast of his excessive love for that he never worried or mauled him when dead .The fox observed .with a smile :“I should have thought more of profession if you never eaat him alive .”

Better save a man from dying than slalve him when dead.

一只熊总喜欢夸耀自己很爱人，他说人死了之后，他从来不咬他或伤害他，狐狸笑着说：“假如你从来不吃活人的话，我就会更重视你所说的话了。”

拯救一个人使他不死，胜过在他死后说些安慰的话。

伊索寓言：豹和狐狸

A Leopard and a fox had a contest which was the finer creature of the two ,the leopard put forward the beauty of its numberless spots ,but the fox replied: “It is better to have a versatile mind than a variegated body.

一只豹和一只狐狸在争论谁好谁不好，豹提出他有数不尽的美丽斑点，而狐狸回答说：”有多方面的智力比有多种颜色的身体强。