小學(xué)英語(yǔ)安徒生童話系列（一）淘氣的男孩閱讀素材.docx

淘氣的男孩Alongtimeago，therelivedanoldpoet，athoroughlykindoldpoet.Ashewassittingoneeveninginhisroom，adreadfulstormarosewithout，andtherainstreameddownfromheaven；buttheoldpoetsatwarmandcomfortableinhischimney-comer，wherethefireblazedandtheroastingapplehissed.Thosewhohavenotaroofovertheirheadswillbewettedtotheskin，saidthegoodoldpoet.Ohletmein！Letmein！Iamcold，andImsowet！exclaimedsuddenlyachildthatstoodcryingatthedoorandknockingforadmittance，whiletherainpoureddown，andthewindmadeallthewindowsrattle.Poorthing！saidtheoldpoet，ashewenttoopenthedoor.Therestoodalittleboy，quitenaked，andthewaterrandownfromhislonggoldenhair；hetrembledwithcold，andhadhenotcomeintoawarmroomhewouldmostcertainlyhaveperishedinthefrightfultempest.Poorchild！saidtheoldpoet，ashetooktheboybythehand. Comein，comein，andIwillsoonrestorethee！Thoushalthavewineandroastedapples，forthouartverilyacharmingchild！Andtheboywassoreally.Hiseyeswereliketwobrightstars；andalthoughthewatertrickleddownhishair，itwavedinbeautifulcurls.Helookedexactlylikealittleangel，buthewassopale，andhiswholebodytrembledwithcold.Hehadanicelittlebowinhishand，butitwasquitespoiledbytherain，andthetintsofhismany-coloredarrowsranoneintotheother.theoldpoetseatedhimselfbesidehishearth，andtookthelittlefellowonhislap；hesqueezedthewateroutofhisdrippinghair，warmedhishandsbetweenhisown，andboiledforhimsomesweetwine.Thentheboyrecovered，hischeeksagainGREwrosy，hejumpeddownfromthelapwherehewassitting，anddancedroundthekindoldpoet.Youareamerryfellow，saidtheoldman. Whatsyourname？MynameisCupid，answeredtheboy. Dontyouknowme？Thereliesmybow；itshootswell，Icanassureyou！Look，theweatherisnowclearingup，andthemoonisshiningclearagainthroughthewindow.Why，yourbowisquitespoiled，saidtheoldpoet.Thatweresadindeed，saidtheboy，andhetookthebowinhishand-andexamineditoneveryside. Oh，itisdryagain，andisnothurtatall；thestringisquitetight.Iwilltryitdirectly.Andhebenthisbow，tookaim，andshotanarrowattheoldpoet，rightintohisheart. Youseenowthatmybowwasnotspoiled，saidhelaughing；andawayheran.thenaughtyboy，toshoottheoldpoetinthatway；hewhohadtakenhimintohiswarmroom，whohadtreatedhimsokindly，andwhohadgivenhimwarmwineandtheverybestapples！thepoorpoetlayontheearthandwept，forthearrowhadreallyflownintohisheart.Fie！saidhe. HownaughtyaboyCupidis！Iwilltellallchildrenabouthim，thattheymaytakecareandnotplaywithhim，forhewillonlycausethemsorrowandmanyaheartache.Andallgoodchildrentowhomherelatedthisstory，tookGREatheedofthisnaughtyCupid；buthemadefoolsofthemstill，forheisastonishinglycunning.Whentheuniversitystudentscomefromthelectures，herunsbesidetheminablackcoat，andwithabookunderhisarm.Itisquiteimpossibleforthemtoknowhim，andtheywalkalongwithhimarminarm，asifhe，too，wereastudentlikethemselves；andthen，unperceived，hethrustsanarrowtotheirbosom.Whentheyoungmaidenscomefrombeingexaminedbytheclergyman，orgotochurchtobeconfirmed，thereheisagainclosebehindthem.Yes，heisforeverfollowingpeople.Attheplay，hesitsinthegreatchandelierandburnsinbrightflames，sothatpeoplethinkitisreallyaflame，buttheysoondiscoveritissomethingelse.Herovesaboutinthegardenofthepalaceandupontheramparts：yes，onceheevenshotyourfatherandmotherrightintheheart.Askthemonlyandyouwillhearwhattheylltellyou.Oh，heisanaughtyboy，thatCupid；youmustneverhaveanythingtodowithhim.Heisforeverrunningaftereverybody.Onlythink，heshotanarrowo