童话英文版

童话英文版

　　英文版的`童话会不会更吸引人呢?让我们一起来看一下吧!

　　英文版童话之《恶梦之灵》

　　The reason why people would do all sorts of dreams, color, gray, sad, frightening, sweet dreams, because there is the spirit of a dream. Many, many a dream world, this spirit, dedicated to people's dream world, but we can not see.

　　According to legend, the spirit is the dream of a sleeping baby, closed eyes, long eyelashes, wearing a gold silk robe, head wearing a gold silk hat, hat with three corners, each corner has a ball in the middle of the corner up, down both sides of CUI, very special, this is useful to it, dream it is in this spirit that, like the same antennae hat tip to probe who was asleep, and into his dreams , only to the people's dream, the dream of the Spirit will open your eyes and start working. And you certainly do not know, he was sleeping in a bowl in the legs and buttocks in the bowl, the body lying on the Wanbian on sleep and sweet - is not like you bought Taobao, placed in the Qing-head doll that dream?

　　Every night, the night began to fall, the dream of flexible start falling from the sky, the spirit of many a dream, which the air from the high, gently, gently going down, spiritual purity of the child, to hear them down sound, slightly Italy Italy - Tighten the spring as the starting point when the voice began to return. Blue night, the stars blinking quietly, quietly dream of the Spirit into the sleep of people who dream, carefully describe their dreams.

　　A sad dad lost his job during the day, and unemployment, but at home there baby and baby's mother needs money to feed his family, he was not, and Baby Mama, afraid she was worried, so to pretend nothing teasing baby play, and eat dinner, shower, sleeping as usual on the chuang, but he was wondering how to do it? He intends for the future, look for what kind of a work? He does not sleep, dream the spirit of guarding the top of his bed, waiting for him to sleep well into his sleep. Later, the father finally came too heavy sleep. Gone with the Wind Spirit dreams quickly into his dreams … … the owner was too tired to dream, the dream of the spirit to take him to a place where you can relax, he cited the dream master came to a grass, the grass is green, dream the owner can even smell the smell of grass children, then, the sun shines down, floating down the dream master's body, stretched out his arm could not help but dream of the owner, raised his head, turn from the circle, he was thinking, so that the bright sunlight, Baptism me well, so those who do not happy, do not go well are all away! With the power of the sun, what have I to fear ~ dream with a sweet smile, the owner wake up, wake up and clearly remember the dream of every ray of sunshine, he felt very happy doing such a wonderful and warm dream, he felt the spirit of times, that good luck is coming soon … … soon to eat his breakfast, take courage to go to work!

　　The other side of the city, with a child during the day and did something bad, he stole a small partner in the take-home toy wagon here! He was too like, this little wagon just like songs inside "My beloved little horse," as sung, lovely, really people like it, get it back so he hid in his own little bed below, from that moment on, he to direct uneasy, and eating incense, so when my mother answered absently, my mother told him to sleep just before the story, he did not mind listening to, for fear mother would open a bed and saw a small carriage … …， but also Well, my mother did not do so, her new his forehead said good night to return to a room. Child is finally a long sigh of relief, close your eyes to sleep. Dream Spirit descending slowly from the corner of the bed up, floated a child's dream. Dream, a child standing on the bed, surrounded with friends and relatives, there are parents, grandparents, there are many children they want to hear children sing a song, children were happy to sing it, while children sing vigorously, the bed of a small carriage suddenly gradually become larger and large, the bed board are bursting, and there are adults so high, and then all the people staring at the carriage, and all eyes were staring in amazement well large, there is also the real owner of a small carriage, child panic, he wanted to take the bed cover, but it was too late … … child Xiaxing woke up my mind who also parked eyes widened and he quickly see under the bed of a small carriage, also there, so small, did not grow up, but the kids are crying, he was very sad, he turned on the lights, pick up the bed of a small carriage, thought, back to it tomorrow morning master it!

　　Every day, hundreds of millions of the spirit of a dream, into the dreams of millions of people, there are lonely old lady, grandfather, a happy child, just born baby (they will teach the baby smile oh), most of the dream Peace is the dream of giving spiritual energy of the dream, the nightmare of a small number of Spirit, will give bad guys, of course, bad people, and sent to Devil's Dream ~ ~

　　童话英文版之卖火柴的小女孩

　　lt was dreadfully cold, it was snowing fast, and almost dark; the evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl, with bare head and feet, was still wandering about the streets. When she left her home she had slippers on, but they were much too large for her; indeed, properly, they belonged to her mother, and had dropped off her feet whilst she was running very fast across the road, to get out of the way of two carriages. One of the slippers was not to be found, the other had been snatched up by a little boy, who ran off with it thinking it might serve him as a doll's cradle.

　　So the little girl now walked on, her bare feet quite red and blue with the cold. She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a good many more in her tattered apron. No one had bought any of them the live long day; no one had given her a single penny. Trembling with cold and hunger crept she on, the picture of sorrow: poor little child

　　The snow-flakes fell on her long, fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders; but she thought not of her own beauty, or of the cold. Lights were glimmering through every window, and the savor of roast goose reached her from several houses; it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.

　　In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She sat down, drawing her little feet close under her, but in vain, she could not warm them. She dared not go home, she had sold no matches, earned not a single penny, and perhaps her father would beat her， besides her home was almost as cold as the street， it was an attic; and although the larger of the many chinks in the roof were stopped up with straw and rags. the wind and snow often penetrated through. Her hands were nearly dead with cold; one little match from her bundle would warm them. Perhaps, if she dared light it, she drew one out, and struck it against the wall, bravo! it was a bright, warm flame, and she held her hands over it. It was quite an illumination for that poor little girl; nay,1 call it rather a magic taper, for it seemed to her as though she was sitting before a large iron-stove with brass ornaments, so beautifully blazed the fire within! The child stretched out her feet to warm them also; alas, in an instant the flame had died away, the stove vanished, the little girl sat cold and comfortless, with the burnt match in her hand.

　　A second match was struck against the wall; it kindles and blazed, and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil. The little girl could see into the room within. She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth, whereon were ranged shining china-dishes; the roast goose stuffed with apples and dried plums stood at one end, smoking hot, and which was pleasantest of all to see;the goose, with knife and fork still in her breast, jumped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child. The match was burnt out, and only the thick, hard wall was beside her.