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鸭英语童话故事篇1 Mother Duck is sitting on her eggs, The eggs break and the

ducklings come one by one. 鸭妈妈正在孵它的蛋。蛋开了，小鸭子们一个接一个地出来了。

But a duckling is different from others ,It looks very hungry .Its brothers and sisters dislike

it. They often laugh at him and bite him. So the ugly duckling goes away. 但是有一只小

鸭子和别的不同，它看起来非常丑。它的兄弟姐妹不喜欢它，它们经常取笑它、咬它。于是丑小鸭

就走了。 When the ugly duckling wakes up the next day, it finds some wild ducks are

surrounding it. The wild ducks warn,You are so ugly. Dont come up near us 第二天，当

丑小鸭醒来的时候，发现一群野鸭正围着它。野鸭们警告它说：你太丑了，不要靠近我们 The

ugly duckling is leaving here and a big dog appears. It stares at the duckling. The duckling

is very scared. It thinks the big dog will eat it. But the big dog shakes his head and runs

away. The ugly duckling says, I am so ugly that the bi dog doesnt want to eat me. 正当

丑小鸭要离开这儿的时候，一条大狗出现了。它盯着丑小鸭。丑小鸭非常害怕，它以为这条大狗要

把它吃掉。但是这条大狗摇摇头，跑开了。丑小鸭说：我太丑了，就连大狗都不想吃我。 It is

dark, The ugly ducklings comes to a house .Its too tired. It falls asleep near the door of the

house. Early next morning, an old women opens the door. She finds the duckling and lets

it in. There is a hen and a cat in the house. They dislike the duckling, either. So the ugly

duckling goes away 天黑了，丑小鸭来到一座房子面前。它太累了，在离房门不远处睡着了。

第二天一大早，一个老妇人把门打开，她发现了这只鸭子，让他进来了。房子里有一只母鸡和一只

猫，它们不喜欢丑小鸭。于是丑小鸭就走开了。 Autumn comes, One day ,the ugly duckling

comes to a river. It sees some white and big birds are flying across the river. Theyre swans.

They are so beautiful. The duckling envies them very much 秋天来了，一天丑小鸭来到河

边，他看见一些又大又白的鸟正飞过河，它们是天鹅，它们非常漂亮，丑小鸭羡慕极了。 Winter

comes, It become colder and colder. The river is iced. The ugly duckling is caught by the

ice in the river. 冬天来了，天气变得越来越冷。小河结冰了，丑小鸭在河里被冻住了。 A

farmer finds the ugly duckling. He breaks the ice and brings it to his home. The children of

the farmer want to play with the ugly duckling, but it thinks they will hurt itself. So it flies

away. 一位农夫发现了丑小鸭，他把冰打破，把它带回了家。农夫的孩子们想和丑小鸭玩，但

是它以为孩子们会伤害它，就飞走了。 Spring comes, The ugly duckling comes to the river

again .It sees the beautiful swans are swimming in the river. It comes to them and says, Kill

me! I dont want to live .Im too ugly. Im not happy at all. The swans say to him, You arent

ugly. You are a beautiful swan. No, you cheat me! cries the ugly duckling. look at the water!

You are so beautiful that we cant compare with you! say the swans. 春天来了，丑小鸭又

来到河边。它看见美丽的天鹅在河里游泳。他游了过去，说：杀了我吧!我不想活了。我太丑了。

我一点也不快乐。天鹅对它说：你不丑，你是一只美丽的天鹅。不，你们骗我!丑小鸭哭着说。看

看水里吧。你是那样漂亮，我都比不上你。天鹅们说道。 The ugly duckling looks at the water.

It really becomes a beautiful swan. It is very happy. 丑小鸭看了看水面，它真的变成了一

只美丽的天鹅，它开心极了。 关于丑小鸭英语童话故事篇2 A mother duck was brooding

on her eggs near the margin of a pond. A flock of lovely baby ducks was soon born,

making sweet peeping sounds when the eggs were broken. But one egg remained

unbroken. It is strange. Why has this egg not broken? The mother duck continued her

brooding. At last, the egg was broken and a baby duck was born. However that baby duck

was very ugly compared to the other baby ducks. The mother duck was worried, but

still she took the baby ducks near the water and taught them how to swim. The ugly

duckling also swam with his brothers and sisters, moving his legs eagerly. It is lucky

though. That baby swims well. Still his brothers pecked at the ugly duckling with their bills.

How hideous this baby duck is. We dont want to see you. Go to a cat. His brothers gave a

very hard time to the poor duckling. Stop it, dont do that! The mother duck sighed and

said, Ah! I wish that this baby could live happily at another place. The baby duck heard

what his mother said and dropped tears of sorrow saying, Mom, I will leave. Good-bye.

The ugly duckling left his nest beyond the pond. When he entered the forest, other

birds were frightened by the baby duck and ran away. Why do they run away? Is it because

I am so awful? The baby duck became sadder and plodded along the field. Near the

water beside the field, two wild ducks were playing around. Yah, what is that ugly duck?

Lets make fun of him. The two wild ducks flew up in the air and threw stones at the baby

duck. Bang! Bang! At that time, a hunter shot his gun. The two wild ducks fell down

dead to the ground. Uh? What is this small bird? The hunter took home the awkward little

baby duck along with the two wild ducks. Dad, what is this poor-looking bird? I took it

with me in order to give it to you, my son. It was trembling with fear in the water. The

children gave a hard time to the baby duck by pulling its wings and tail. That hurts! Ow!

The baby duck spilled a jug of milk while running away from the cruel hands of the

children. The dishes on the table were also broken. The angry hunter sent out the baby

duck with a flourish of his broomstick. And so the after being cast out from the house of

the hunter, the ugly duckling spent a long and cold winter alone. Finally spring came.

The baby duck had a good stretch and flew up in the air vigorously. Uh! I am flying!

Upon the lake, a flock of white and pretty swans were playing around while swimming.

They are indeed pretty birds. The baby duck became sad. Those birds may not like me as I

am so ugly. The baby duck tried to run away from the group of beautiful swans. Hi!

Where are you going? Come and play around with us! The baby duck approached the

swans hesitatingly. At that moment, the baby duck saw his own appearance reflected to

the lake. There was one more beautiful swan gliding gracefully across the water. The

ugly duckling who overcame all suffering had finally become a beautiful swan. And so he

lived happily ever after. 关于丑小鸭英语童话故事篇3 It was so beautiful out on the

country, it was summer- the wheat fields were golden, the oats were green, and down

among the green meadows the hay was stacked. There the stork minced about on his red

legs, clacking away in Egyptian, which was the language his mother had taught him.

Round about the field and meadow lands rose vast forests, in which deep lakes lay hidden.

Yes, it was indeed lovely out there in the country. In the midst of the sunshine there

stood an old manor house that had a deep moat around it. From the walls of the manor

right down to the waters edge great burdock leaves grew, and there were some so tall

that little children could stand upright beneath the biggest of them. In this wilderness of

leaves, which was as dense as the forests itself, a duck sat on her nest, hatching her

ducklings. She was becoming somewhat weary, because sitting is such a dull business and

scarcely anyone came to see her. The other ducks would much rather swim in the moat

than waddle out and squat under the burdock leaf to gossip with her. But at last the

eggshells began to crack, one after another. Peep, peep! said the little things, as they

came to life and poked out their heads. Quack, quack! said the duck, and quick as

quick can be they all waddled out to have a look at the green world under the leaves. Their

mother let them look as much as they pleased, because green is good for the eyes.

How wide the world is, said all the young ducks, for they certainly had much more room

now than they had when they were in their eggshells. Do you think this is the whole

world? their mother asked. Why it extends on and on, clear across to the other side of the

garden and right on into the parsons field, though that is further than I have ever been. I

do hope you are all hatched, she said as she got up. No, not quite all. The biggest egg still

lies here. How much longer is this going to take? I am really rather tired of it all, she said,

but she settled back on her nest. Well, how goes it? asked an old duck who came to

pay her a call. It takes a long time with that one egg, said the duck on the nest. It wont

crack, but look at the others. They are the cutest little ducklings Ive ever seen. They look

exactly like their father, the wretch! He hasnt come to see me at all. Lets have a look at

the egg that wont crack, the old duck said. Its a turkey egg, and you can take my word for

it. I was fooled like that once myself. What trouble and care I had with those turkey

children, for I may as well tell you, they are afraid of the water. I simply could not get them

into it. I quacked and snapped at them, but it wasnt a bit of use. Let me see the egg.

Certainly, its a turkey egg. Let it lie, and go teach your other children to swim. Oh, Ill sit

a little longer. Ive been at it so long already that I may as well sit here half the summer.

Suit yourself, said the old duck, and away she waddled. At last the big egg did crack.

Peep, said the young one, and out he tumbled, but he was so big and ugly. The duck

took a look at him. Thats a frightfully big duckling, she said. He doesnt look the least like

the others. Can he really be a turkey baby? Well, well! Ill soon find out. Into the water he

shall go, even if I have to shove him in myself. Next day the weather was perfectly

splendid, and the sun shone down on all the green burdock leaves. The mother duck led

her whole family down to the moat. Splash! she took to the water. Quack, quack, said she,

and one duckling after another plunged in. The water went over their heads, but they

came up in a flash, and floated to perfection. Their legs worked automatically, and they

were all there in the water. Even the big, ugly gray one was swimming along. Why,

thats no turkey, she said. See how nicely he uses his legs, and how straight he holds

himself. Hes my very own son after all, and quite good-looking if you look at him properly.

Quack, quack come with me. Ill lead you out into the world and introduce you to the duck

yard. But keep close to me so that you wont get stepped on, and watch out for the cat!

Thus they sallied into the duck yard, where all was in an uproar because two families were

fighting over the head of an eel. But the cat got it, after all. You see, thats the way of

the world. The mother duck licked her bill because she wanted the eels head for herself.

Stir your legs. Bustle about, and mind that you bend your necks to that old duck over

there. Shes the noblest of us all, and has Spanish blood in her. Thats why shes so fat. See

that red rag around her leg? Thats a wonderful thing, and the highest distinction a duck

can get. It shows that they dont want to lose her, and that shes to have special attention

from man and beast. Shake yourselves! Dont turn your toes in. A well-bred duckling turns

his toes way out, just as his father and mother do-this way. So then! Now duck your necks

and say quack! They did as she told them, but the other ducks around them looked on

and said right out loud, See here! Must we have this brood too, just as if there werent

enough of us already? And-fie! what an ugly-looking fellow that duckling is! We wont

stand for him. One duck charged up and bit his neck. Let him alone, his mother said.

He isnt doing any harm. Possibly not, said the duck who bit him, but hes too big and

strange, and therefore he needs a good whacking. What nice-looking children you

have, Mother, said the old duck with the rag around her leg. They are all pretty except that

one. He didnt come out so well. Its a pity you cant hatch him again. That cant be

managed, your ladyship, said the mother. He isnt so handsome, but hes as good as can be,

and he swims just as well as the rest, or, I should say, even a little better than they do. I

hope his looks will improve with age, and after a while he wont seem so big. He took too

long in the egg, and thats why his figure isnt all that it should be. She pinched his neck

and preened his feathers. Moreover, hes a drake, so it wont matter so much. I think he will

be quite strong, and Im sure he will amount to something. The other ducklings are

pretty enough, said the old duck. Now make yourselves right at home, and if you find an

eels head you may bring it to me. So they felt quite at home. But the poor duckling

who had been the last one out of his egg, and who looked so ugly, was pecked and

pushed about and made fun of by the ducks, and the chickens as well. Hes too big, said

they all. The turkey gobbler, who thought himself an emperor because he was born

wearing spurs, puffed up like a ship under full sail and bore down upon him, gobbling and

gobbling until he was red in the face. The poor duckling did not know where he dared

stand or where he dared walk. He was so sad because he was so desperately ugly, and

because he was the laughing stock of the whole barnyard. So it went on the first day,

and after that things went from bad to worse. The poor duckling was chased and buffeted

about by everyone. Even his own brothers and sisters abused him. Oh, they would always

say, how we wish the cat would catch you, you ugly thing. And his mother said, How I do

wish you were miles away. The ducks nipped him, and the hens pecked him, and the girl

who fed them kicked him with her foot. So he ran away; and he flew over the fence.

The little birds in the bushes darted up in a fright. Thats because Im so ugly, he thought,

and closed his eyes, but he ran on just the same until he reached the great marsh where

the wild ducks lived. There he lay all night long, weary and disheartened. When

morning came, the wild ducks flew up to have a look at their new companion. What sort

of creature are you? they asked, as the duckling turned in all directions, bowing his best to

them all. You are terribly ugly, they told him, but thats nothing to us so long as you dont

marry into our family. Poor duckling! Marriage certainly had never entered his mind.

All he wanted was for them to let him lie among the reeds and drink a little water from the

marsh. There he stayed for two whole days. Then he met two wild geese, or rather wild

ganders-for they were males. They had not been out of the shell very long, and thats what

made them so sure of themselves. Say there, comrade, they said, youre so ugly that we

have taken a fancy to you. Come with us and be a bird of passage. In another marsh

near-by, there are some fetching wild geese, all nice young ladies who know how to quack.

You are so ugly that youll completely turn their heads. Bing! Bang! Shots rang in the air,

and these two ganders fell dead among the reeds. The water was red with their blood.

Bing! Bang! the shots rang, and as whole flocks of wild geese flew up from the reeds

another volley crashed. A great hunt was in progress. The hunters lay under cover all

around the marsh, and some even perched on branches of trees that overhung the reeds.

Blue smoke rose like clouds from the shade of the trees, and drifted far out over the water.

The bird dogs came splash, splash! through the swamp, bending down the reeds and the

rushes on every side. This gave the poor duckling such a fright that he twisted his head

about to hide it under his wing. But at that very moment a fearfully big dog appeared

right beside him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his wicked eyes glared horribly.

He opened his wide jaws, flashed his sharp teeth, and - splash, splash - on he went

without touching the duckling. Thank heavens, he sighed, Im so ugly that the dog

wont even bother to bite me. He lay perfectly still, while the bullets splattered through

the reeds as shot after shot was fired. It was late in the day before things became quiet

again, and even then the poor duckling didnt dare move. He waited several hours before

he ventured to look about him, and then he scurried away from that marsh as fast as he

could go. He ran across field and meadows. The wind was so strong that he had to

struggle to keep his feet. Late in the evening he came to a miserable little hovel, so

ramshackle that it did not know which way to tumble, and that was the only reason it still

stood. The wind struck the duckling so hard that the poor little fellow had to sit down on

his tail to withstand it. The storm blew stronger and stronger, but the duckling noticed

that one hinge had come loose and the door hung so crooked that he could squeeze

through the crack into the room, and thats just what he did. Here lived an old woman

with her cat and her hen. The cat, whom she called Sonny, could arch his back, purr, and

even make sparks, though for that you had to stroke his fur the wrong way. The hen had

short little legs, so she was called Chickey Shortleg. She laid good eggs, and the old

woman loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning they were quick to

notice the strange duckling. The cat began to purr, and the hen began to cluck. What

on earth! The old woman looked around, but she was short-sighted, and she mistook the

duckling for a fat duck that had lost its way. That was a good catch, she said. Now I shall

have duck eggs-unless its a drake. We must try it out. So the duckling was tried out for

three weeks, but not one egg did he lay. In this house the cat was master and the hen

was mistress. They always said, We and the world, for they thought themselves half of the

world, and much the better half at that. The duckling thought that there might be more

than one way of thinking, but the hen would not hear of it. Can you lay eggs? she

asked No. Then be so good as to hold your tongue. The cat asked, Can you

arch your back, purr, or make sparks? No. Then keep your opinion to yourself when

sensible people are talking. The duckling sat in a corner, feeling most despondent.

Then he remembered the fresh air and the sunlight. Such a desire to go swimming on the

water possessed him that he could not help telling the hen about it. What on earth has

come over you? the hen cried. You havent a thing to do, and thats why you get such silly

notions. Lay us an egg, or learn to purr, and youll get over it. But its so refreshing to

float on the water, said the duckling, so refreshing to feel it rise over your head as you dive

to the bottom. Yes, it must be a great pleasure! said the hen. I think you must have

gone crazy. Ask the cat, whos the wisest fellow I know, whether he likes to swim or dive

down in the water. Of myself I say nothing. But ask the old woman, our mistress. Theres no

one on earth wiser than she is. Do you imagine she wants to go swimming and feel the

water rise over her head? You dont understand me, said the duckling. Well, if we

dont, who would? Surely you dont think you are cleverer than the cat and the old

woman-to say nothing of myself. Dont be so conceited, child. Just thank your Maker for all

the kindness we have shown you. Didnt you get into this snug room, and fall in with

people who can tell you whats what? But you are such a numbskull that its no pleasure to

have you around. Believe me, I tell you this for your own good. I say unpleasant truths, but

thats the only way you can know who are your friends. Be sure now that you lay some

eggs. See to it that you learn to purr or to make sparks. I think Id better go out into the

wide world, said the duckling. Suit yourself, said the hen. So off went the duckling.

He swam on the water, and dived down in it, but still he was slighted by every living

creature because of his ugliness. Autumn came on. The leaves in the forest turned

yellow and brown. The wind took them and whirled them about. The heavens looked cold

as the low clouds hung heavy with snow and hail. Perched on the fence, the raven

screamed, Caw, caw! and trembled with cold. It made one shiver to think of it. Pity the

poor little duckling! One evening, just as the sun was setting in splendor, a great flock

of large, handsome birds appeared out of the reeds. The duckling had never seen birds so

beautiful. They were dazzling white, with long graceful necks. They were swans. They

uttered a very strange cry as they unfurled their magnificent wings to fly from this cold

land, away to warmer countries and to open waters. They went up so high, so very high,

that the ugly little duckling felt a strange uneasiness come over him as he watched them.

He went around and round in the water, like a wheel. He craned his neck to follow their

course, and gave a cry so shrill and strange that he frightened himself. Oh! He could not

forget them-those splendid, happy birds. When he could no longer see them he dived to

the very bottom. and when he came up again he was quite beside himself. He did not

know what birds they were or whither they were bound, yet he loved them more than

anything he had ever loved before. It was not that he envied them, for how could he ever

dare dream of wanting their marvelous beauty for himself? He would have been grateful if

only the ducks would have tolerated him-the poor ugly creature. The winter grew cold

- so bitterly cold that the duckling had to swim to and fro in the water to keep it from

freezing over. But every night the hole in which he swam kept getting smaller and smaller.

Then it froze so hard that the duckling had to paddle continuously to keep the crackling

ice from closing in upon him. At last, too tired to move, he was frozen fast in the ice.

Early that morning a farmer came by, and when he saw how things were he went out on

the pond, broke away the ice with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his

wife. There the duckling revived, but when the children wished to play with him he

thought they meant to hurt him. Terrified, he fluttered into the milk pail, splashing the

whole room with milk. The woman shrieked and threw up her hands as he flew into the

butter tub, and then in and out of the meal barrel. Imagine what he looked like now! The

woman screamed and lashed out at him with the fire tongs. The children tumbled over

each other as they tried to catch him, and they laughed and they shouted. Luckily the

door was open, and the duckling escaped through it into the bushes, where he lay down,

in the newly fallen snow, as if in a daze. But it would be too sad to tell of all the

hardships and wretchedness he had to endure during this cruel winter. When the warm

sun shone once more, the duckling was still alive among the reeds of the marsh. The larks

began to sing again. It was beautiful springtime. Then, quite suddenly, he lifted his

wings. They swept through the air much more strongly than before, and their powerful

strokes carried him far. Before he quite knew what was happening, he found himself in a

great garden where apple trees bloomed. The lilacs filled the air with sweet scent and

hung in clusters from long, green branches that bent over a winding stream. Oh, but it was

lovely here in the freshness of spring! From the thicket before him came three lovely

white swans. They ruffled their feathers and swam lightly in the stream. The duckling

recognized these noble creatures, and a strange feeling of sadness came upon him. I

shall fly near these royal birds, and they will peck me to bits because I, who am so very

ugly, dare to go near them. But I dont care. Better be killed by them than to be nipped by

the ducks, pecked by the hens, kicked about by the hen-yard girl, or suffer such misery in

winter. So he flew into the water and swam toward the splendid swans. They saw him,

and swept down upon him with their rustling feathers raised. Kill me! said the poor

creature, and he bowed his head down over the water to wait for death. But what did he

see there, mirrored in the clear stream? He beheld his own image, and it was no longer the

reflection of a clumsy, dirty, gray bird, ugly and offensive. He himself was a swan! Being

born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swans egg. He felt

quite glad that he had come through so much trouble and misfortune, for now he had a

fuller understanding of his own good fortune, and of beauty when he met with it. The

great swans swam all around him and stroked him with their bills. Several little

children came into the garden to throw grain and bits of bread upon the water. The

smallest child cried, Heres a new one, and the others rejoiced, yes, a new one has come.

They clapped their hands, danced around, and ran to bring their father and mother.

And they threw bread and cake upon the water, while they all agreed, The new one is the

most handsome of all. Hes so young and so good-looking. The old swans bowed in his

honor. Then he felt very bashful, and tucked his head under his wing. He did not know

what this was all about. He felt so very happy, but he wasnt at all proud, for a good heart

never grows proud. He thought about how he had been persecuted and scorned, and

now he heard them all call him the most beautiful of all beautiful birds. The lilacs dipped

their clusters into the stream before him, and the sun shone so warm and so heartening.

He rustled his feathers and held his slender neck high, as he cried out with full heart: I

never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling. 看了

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鸭英语童话故事篇1 Mother Duck is sitting on her eggs, The eggs break and the

ducklings come one by one. 鸭妈妈正在孵它的蛋。蛋开了，小鸭子们一个接一个地出来了。

But a duckling is different from others ,It looks very hungry .Its brothers and sisters dislike

it. They often laugh at him and bite him. So the ugly duckling goes away. 但是有一只小

鸭子和别的不同，它看起来非常丑。它的兄弟姐妹不喜欢它，它们经常取笑它、咬它。于是丑小鸭

就走了。 When the ugly duckling wakes up the next day, it finds some wild ducks are

surrounding it. The wild ducks warn,You are so ugly. Dont come up near us 第二天，当

丑小鸭醒来的时候，发现一群野鸭正围着它。野鸭们警告它说：你太丑了，不要靠近我们 The

ugly duckling is leaving here and a big dog appears. It stares at the duckling. The duckling

is very scared. It thinks the big dog will eat it. But the big dog shakes his head and runs

away. The ugly duckling says, I am so ugly that the bi dog doesnt want to eat me. 正当

丑小鸭要离开这儿的时候，一条大狗出现了。它盯着丑小鸭。丑小鸭非常害怕，它以为这条大狗要

把它吃掉。但是这条大狗摇摇头，跑开了。丑小鸭说：我太丑了，就连大狗都不想吃我。 It is

dark, The ugly ducklings comes to a house .Its too tired. It falls asleep near the door of the

house. Early next morning, an old women opens the door. She finds the duckling and lets

it in. There is a hen and a cat in the house. They dislike the duckling, either. So the ugly

duckling goes away 天黑了，丑小鸭来到一座房子面前。它太累了，在离房门不远处睡着了。

第二天一大早，一个老妇人把门打开，她发现了这只鸭子，让他进来了。房子里有一只母鸡和一只

猫，它们不喜欢丑小鸭。于是丑小鸭就走开了。 Autumn comes, One day ,the ugly duckling

comes to a river. It sees some white and big birds are flying across the river. Theyre swans.

They are so beautiful. The duckling envies them very much 秋天来了，一天丑小鸭来到河

边，他看见一些又大又白的鸟正飞过河，它们是天鹅，它们非常漂亮，丑小鸭羡慕极了。 Winter

comes, It become colder and colder. The river is iced. The ugly duckling is caught by the

ice in the river. 冬天来了，天气变得越来越冷。小河结冰了，丑小鸭在河里被冻住了。 A

farmer finds the ugly duckling. He breaks the ice and brings it to his home. The children of

the farmer want to play with the ugly duckling, but it thinks they will hurt itself. So it flies

away. 一位农夫发现了丑小鸭，他把冰打破，把它带回了家。农夫的孩子们想和丑小鸭玩，但

是它以为孩子们会伤害它，就飞走了。 Spring comes, The ugly duckling comes to the river

again .It sees the beautiful swans are swimming in the river. It comes to them and says, Kill

me! I dont want to live .Im too ugly. Im not happy at all. The swans say to him, You arent

ugly. You are a beautiful swan. No, you cheat me! cries the ugly duckling. look at the water!

You are so beautiful that we cant compare with you! say the swans. 春天来了，丑小鸭又

来到河边。它看见美丽的天鹅在河里游泳。他游了过去，说：杀了我吧!我不想活了。我太丑了。

我一点也不快乐。天鹅对它说：你不丑，你是一只美丽的天鹅。不，你们骗我!丑小鸭哭着说。看

看水里吧。你是那样漂亮，我都比不上你。天鹅们说道。 The ugly duckling looks at the water.

It really becomes a beautiful swan. It is very happy. 丑小鸭看了看水面，它真的变成了一

只美丽的天鹅，它开心极了。 关于丑小鸭英语童话故事篇2 A mother duck was brooding

on her eggs near the margin of a pond. A flock of lovely baby ducks was soon born,

making sweet peeping sounds when the eggs were broken. But one egg remained

unbroken. It is strange. Why has this egg not broken? The mother duck continued her

brooding. At last, the egg was broken and a baby duck was born. However that baby duck

was very ugly compared to the other baby ducks. The mother duck was worried, but

still she took the baby ducks near the water and taught them how to swim. The ugly

duckling also swam with his brothers and sisters, moving his legs eagerly. It is lucky

though. That baby swims well. Still his brothers pecked at the ugly duckling with their bills.

How hideous this baby duck is. We dont want to see you. Go to a cat. His brothers gave a

very hard time to the poor duckling. Stop it, dont do that! The mother duck sighed and

said, Ah! I wish that this baby could live happily at another place. The baby duck heard

what his mother said and dropped tears of sorrow saying, Mom, I will leave. Good-bye.

The ugly duckling left his nest beyond the pond. When he entered the forest, other

birds were frightened by the baby duck and ran away. Why do they run away? Is it because

I am so awful? The baby duck became sadder and plodded along the field. Near the

water beside the field, two wild ducks were playing around. Yah, what is that ugly duck?

Lets make fun of him. The two wild ducks flew up in the air and threw stones at the baby

duck. Bang! Bang! At that time, a hunter shot his gun. The two wild ducks fell down

dead to the ground. Uh? What is this small bird? The hunter took home the awkward little

baby duck along with the two wild ducks. Dad, what is this poor-looking bird? I took it

with me in order to give it to you, my son. It was trembling with fear in the water. The

children gave a hard time to the baby duck by pulling its wings and tail. That hurts! Ow!

The baby duck spilled a jug of milk while running away from the cruel hands of the

children. The dishes on the table were also broken. The angry hunter sent out the baby

duck with a flourish of his broomstick. And so the after being cast out from the house of

the hunter, the ugly duckling spent a long and cold winter alone. Finally spring came.

The baby duck had a good stretch and flew up in the air vigorously. Uh! I am flying!

Upon the lake, a flock of white and pretty swans were playing around while swimming.

They are indeed pretty birds. The baby duck became sad. Those birds may not like me as I

am so ugly. The baby duck tried to run away from the group of beautiful swans. Hi!

Where are you going? Come and play around with us! The baby duck approached the

swans hesitatingly. At that moment, the baby duck saw his own appearance reflected to

the lake. There was one more beautiful swan gliding gracefully across the water. The

ugly duckling who overcame all suffering had finally become a beautiful swan. And so he

lived happily ever after. 关于丑小鸭英语童话故事篇3 It was so beautiful out on the

country, it was summer- the wheat fields were golden, the oats were green, and down

among the green meadows the hay was stacked. There the stork minced about on his red

legs, clacking away in Egyptian, which was the language his mother had taught him.

Round about the field and meadow lands rose vast forests, in which deep lakes lay hidden.

Yes, it was indeed lovely out there in the country. In the midst of the sunshine there

stood an old manor house that had a deep moat around it. From the walls of the manor

right down to the waters edge great burdock leaves grew, and there were some so tall

that little children could stand upright beneath the biggest of them. In this wilderness of

leaves, which was as dense as the forests itself, a duck sat on her nest, hatching her

ducklings. She was becoming somewhat weary, because sitting is such a dull business and

scarcely anyone came to see her. The other ducks would much rather swim in the moat

than waddle out and squat under the burdock leaf to gossip with her. But at last the

eggshells began to crack, one after another. Peep, peep! said the little things, as they

came to life and poked out their heads. Quack, quack! said the duck, and quick as

quick can be they all waddled out to have a look at the green world under the leaves. Their

mother let them look as much as they pleased, because green is good for the eyes.

How wide the world is, said all the young ducks, for they certainly had much more room

now than they had when they were in their eggshells. Do you think this is the whole

world? their mother asked. Why it extends on and on, clear across to the other side of the

garden and right on into the parsons field, though that is further than I have ever been. I

do hope you are all hatched, she said as she got up. No, not quite all. The biggest egg still

lies here. How much longer is this going to take? I am really rather tired of it all, she said,

but she settled back on her nest. Well, how goes it? asked an old duck who came to

pay her a call. It takes a long time with that one egg, said the duck on the nest. It wont

crack, but look at the others. They are the cutest little ducklings Ive ever seen. They look

exactly like their father, the wretch! He hasnt come to see me at all. Lets have a look at

the egg that wont crack, the old duck said. Its a turkey egg, and you can take my word for

it. I was fooled like that once myself. What trouble and care I had with those turkey

children, for I may as well tell you, they are afraid of the water. I simply could not get them

into it. I quacked and snapped at them, but it wasnt a bit of use. Let me see the egg.

Certainly, its a turkey egg. Let it lie, and go teach your other children to swim. Oh, Ill sit

a little longer. Ive been at it so long already that I may as well sit here half the summer.

Suit yourself, said the old duck, and away she waddled. At last the big egg did crack.

Peep, said the young one, and out he tumbled, but he was so big and ugly. The duck

took a look at him. Thats a frightfully big duckling, she said. He doesnt look the least like

the others. Can he really be a turkey baby? Well, well! Ill soon find out. Into the water he

shall go, even if I have to shove him in myself. Next day the weather was perfectly

splendid, and the sun shone down on all the green burdock leaves. The mother duck led

her whole family down to the moat. Splash! she took to the water. Quack, quack, said she,

and one duckling after another plunged in. The water went over their heads, but they

came up in a flash, and floated to perfection. Their legs worked automatically, and they

were all there in the water. Even the big, ugly gray one was swimming along. Why,

thats no turkey, she said. See how nicely he uses his legs, and how straight he holds

himself. Hes my very own son after all, and quite good-looking if you look at him properly.

Quack, quack come with me. Ill lead you out into the world and introduce you to the duck

yard. But keep close to me so that you wont get stepped on, and watch out for the cat!

Thus they sallied into the duck yard, where all was in an uproar because two families were

fighting over the head of an eel. But the cat got it, after all. You see, thats the way of

the world. The mother duck licked her bill because she wanted the eels head for herself.

Stir your legs. Bustle about, and mind that you bend your necks to that old duck over

there. Shes the noblest of us all, and has Spanish blood in her. Thats why shes so fat. See

that red rag around her leg? Thats a wonderful thing, and the highest distinction a duck

can get. It shows that they dont want to lose her, and that shes to have special attention

from man and beast. Shake yourselves! Dont turn your toes in. A well-bred duckling turns

his toes way out, just as his father and mother do-this way. So then! Now duck your necks

and say quack! They did as she told them, but the other ducks around them looked on

and said right out loud, See here! Must we have this brood too, just as if there werent

enough of us already? And-fie! what an ugly-looking fellow that duckling is! We wont

stand for him. One duck charged up and bit his neck. Let him alone, his mother said.

He isnt doing any harm. Possibly not, said the duck who bit him, but hes too big and

strange, and therefore he needs a good whacking. What nice-looking children you

have, Mother, said the old duck with the rag around her leg. They are all pretty except that

one. He didnt come out so well. Its a pity you cant hatch him again. That cant be

managed, your ladyship, said the mother. He isnt so handsome, but hes as good as can be,

and he swims just as well as the rest, or, I should say, even a little better than they do. I

hope his looks will improve with age, and after a while he wont seem so big. He took too

long in the egg, and thats why his figure isnt all that it should be. She pinched his neck

and preened his feathers. Moreover, hes a drake, so it wont matter so much. I think he will

be quite strong, and Im sure he will amount to something. The other ducklings are

pretty enough, said the old duck. Now make yourselves right at home, and if you find an

eels head you may bring it to me. So they felt quite at home. But the poor duckling

who had been the last one out of his egg, and who looked so ugly, was pecked and

pushed about and made fun of by the ducks, and the chickens as well. Hes too big, said

they all. The turkey gobbler, who thought himself an emperor because he was born

wearing spurs, puffed up like a ship under full sail and bore down upon him, gobbling and

gobbling until he was red in the face. The poor duckling did not know where he dared

stand or where he dared walk. He was so sad because he was so desperately ugly, and

because he was the laughing stock of the whole barnyard. So it went on the first day,

and after that things went from bad to worse. The poor duckling was chased and buffeted

about by everyone. Even his own brothers and sisters abused him. Oh, they would always

say, how we wish the cat would catch you, you ugly thing. And his mother said, How I do

wish you were miles away. The ducks nipped him, and the hens pecked him, and the girl

who fed them kicked him with her foot. So he ran away; and he flew over the fence.

The little birds in the bushes darted up in a fright. Thats because Im so ugly, he thought,

and closed his eyes, but he ran on just the same until he reached the great marsh where

the wild ducks lived. There he lay all night long, weary and disheartened. When

morning came, the wild ducks flew up to have a look at their new companion. What sort

of creature are you? they asked, as the duckling turned in all directions, bowing his best to

them all. You are terribly ugly, they told him, but thats nothing to us so long as you dont

marry into our family. Poor duckling! Marriage certainly had never entered his mind.

All he wanted was for them to let him lie among the reeds and drink a little water from the

marsh. There he stayed for two whole days. Then he met two wild geese, or rather wild

ganders-for they were males. They had not been out of the shell very long, and thats what

made them so sure of themselves. Say there, comrade, they said, youre so ugly that we

have taken a fancy to you. Come with us and be a bird of passage. In another marsh

near-by, there are some fetching wild geese, all nice young ladies who know how to quack.

You are so ugly that youll completely turn their heads. Bing! Bang! Shots rang in the air,

and these two ganders fell dead among the reeds. The water was red with their blood.

Bing! Bang! the shots rang, and as whole flocks of wild geese flew up from the reeds

another volley crashed. A great hunt was in progress. The hunters lay under cover all

around the marsh, and some even perched on branches of trees that overhung the reeds.

Blue smoke rose like clouds from the shade of the trees, and drifted far out over the water.

The bird dogs came splash, splash! through the swamp, bending down the reeds and the

rushes on every side. This gave the poor duckling such a fright that he twisted his head

about to hide it under his wing. But at that very moment a fearfully big dog appeared

right beside him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his wicked eyes glared horribly.

He opened his wide jaws, flashed his sharp teeth, and - splash, splash - on he went

without touching the duckling. Thank heavens, he sighed, Im so ugly that the dog

wont even bother to bite me. He lay perfectly still, while the bullets splattered through

the reeds as shot after shot was fired. It was late in the day before things became quiet

again, and even then the poor duckling didnt dare move. He waited several hours before

he ventured to look about him, and then he scurried away from that marsh as fast as he

could go. He ran across field and meadows. The wind was so strong that he had to

struggle to keep his feet. Late in the evening he came to a miserable little hovel, so

ramshackle that it did not know which way to tumble, and that was the only reason it still

stood. The wind struck the duckling so hard that the poor little fellow had to sit down on

his tail to withstand it. The storm blew stronger and stronger, but the duckling noticed

that one hinge had come loose and the door hung so crooked that he could squeeze

through the crack into the room, and thats just what he did. Here lived an old woman

with her cat and her hen. The cat, whom she called Sonny, could arch his back, purr, and

even make sparks, though for that you had to stroke his fur the wrong way. The hen had

short little legs, so she was called Chickey Shortleg. She laid good eggs, and the old

woman loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning they were quick to

notice the strange duckling. The cat began to purr, and the hen began to cluck. What

on earth! The old woman looked around, but she was short-sighted, and she mistook the

duckling for a fat duck that had lost its way. That was a good catch, she said. Now I shall

have duck eggs-unless its a drake. We must try it out. So the duckling was tried out for

three weeks, but not one egg did he lay. In this house the cat was master and the hen

was mistress. They always said, We and the world, for they thought themselves half of the

world, and much the better half at that. The duckling thought that there might be more

than one way of thinking, but the hen would not hear of it. Can you lay eggs? she

asked No. Then be so good as to hold your tongue. The cat asked, Can you

arch your back, purr, or make sparks? No. Then keep your opinion to yourself when

sensible people are talking. The duckling sat in a corner, feeling most despondent.

Then he remembered the fresh air and the sunlight. Such a desire to go swimming on the

water possessed him that he could not help telling the hen about it. What on earth has

come over you? the hen cried. You havent a thing to do, and thats why you get such silly

notions. Lay us an egg, or learn to purr, and youll get over it. But its so refreshing to

float on the water, said the duckling, so refreshing to feel it rise over your head as you dive

to the bottom. Yes, it must be a great pleasure! said the hen. I think you must have

gone crazy. Ask the cat, whos the wisest fellow I know, whether he likes to swim or dive

down in the water. Of myself I say nothing. But ask the old woman, our mistress. Theres no

one on earth wiser than she is. Do you imagine she wants to go swimming and feel the

water rise over her head? You dont understand me, said the duckling. Well, if we

dont, who would? Surely you dont think you are cleverer than the cat and the old

woman-to say nothing of myself. Dont be so conceited, child. Just thank your Maker for all

the kindness we have shown you. Didnt you get into this snug room, and fall in with

people who can tell you whats what? But you are such a numbskull that its no pleasure to

have you around. Believe me, I tell you this for your own good. I say unpleasant truths, but

thats the only way you can know who are your friends. Be sure now that you lay some

eggs. See to it that you learn to purr or to make sparks. I think Id better go out into the

wide world, said the duckling. Suit yourself, said the hen. So off went the duckling.

He swam on the water, and dived down in it, but still he was slighted by every living

creature because of his ugliness. Autumn came on. The leaves in the forest turned

yellow and brown. The wind took them and whirled them about. The heavens looked cold

as the low clouds hung heavy with snow and hail. Perched on the fence, the raven

screamed, Caw, caw! and trembled with cold. It made one shiver to think of it. Pity the

poor little duckling! One evening, just as the sun was setting in splendor, a great flock

of large, handsome birds appeared out of the reeds. The duckling had never seen birds so

beautiful. They were dazzling white, with long graceful necks. They were swans. They

uttered a very strange cry as they unfurled their magnificent wings to fly from this cold

land, away to warmer countries and to open waters. They went up so high, so very high,

that the ugly little duckling felt a strange uneasiness come over him as he watched them.

He went around and round in the water, like a wheel. He craned his neck to follow their

course, and gave a cry so shrill and strange that he frightened himself. Oh! He could not

forget them-those splendid, happy birds. When he could no longer see them he dived to

the very bottom. and when he came up again he was quite beside himself. He did not

know what birds they were or whither they were bound, yet he loved them more than

anything he had ever loved before. It was not that he envied them, for how could he ever

dare dream of wanting their marvelous beauty for himself? He would have been grateful if

only the ducks would have tolerated him-the poor ugly creature. The winter grew cold

- so bitterly cold that the duckling had to swim to and fro in the water to keep it from

freezing over. But every night the hole in which he swam kept getting smaller and smaller.

Then it froze so hard that the duckling had to paddle continuously to keep the crackling

ice from closing in upon him. At last, too tired to move, he was frozen fast in the ice.

Early that morning a farmer came by, and when he saw how things were he went out on

the pond, broke away the ice with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his

wife. There the duckling revived, but when the children wished to play with him he

thought they meant to hurt him. Terrified, he fluttered into the milk pail, splashing the

whole room with milk. The woman shrieked and threw up her hands as he flew into the

butter tub, and then in and out of the meal barrel. Imagine what he looked like now! The

woman screamed and lashed out at him with the fire tongs. The children tumbled over

each other as they tried to catch him, and they laughed and they shouted. Luckily the

door was open, and the duckling escaped through it into the bushes, where he lay down,

in the newly fallen snow, as if in a daze. But it would be too sad to tell of all the

hardships and wretchedness he had to endure during this cruel winter. When the warm

sun shone once more, the duckling was still alive among the reeds of the marsh. The larks

began to sing again. It was beautiful springtime. Then, quite suddenly, he lifted his

wings. They swept through the air much more strongly than before, and their powerful

strokes carried him far. Before he quite knew what was happening, he found himself in a

great garden where apple trees bloomed. The lilacs filled the air with sweet scent and

hung in clusters from long, green branches that bent over a winding stream. Oh, but it was

lovely here in the freshness of spring! From the thicket before him came three lovely

white swans. They ruffled their feathers and swam lightly in the stream. The duckling

recognized these noble creatures, and a strange feeling of sadness came upon him. I

shall fly near these royal birds, and they will peck me to bits because I, who am so very

ugly, dare to go near them. But I dont care. Better be killed by them than to be nipped by

the ducks, pecked by the hens, kicked about by the hen-yard girl, or suffer such misery in

winter. So he flew into the water and swam toward the splendid swans. They saw him,

and swept down upon him with their rustling feathers raised. Kill me! said the poor

creature, and he bowed his head down over the water to wait for death. But what did he

see there, mirrored in the clear stream? He beheld his own image, and it was no longer the

reflection of a clumsy, dirty, gray bird, ugly and offensive. He himself was a swan! Being

born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swans egg. He felt

quite glad that he had come through so much trouble and misfortune, for now he had a

fuller understanding of his own good fortune, and of beauty when he met with it. The

great swans swam all around him and stroked him with their bills. Several little

children came into the garden to throw grain and bits of bread upon the water. The

smallest child cried, Heres a new one, and the others rejoiced, yes, a new one has come.

They clapped their hands, danced around, and ran to bring their father and mother.

And they threw bread and cake upon the water, while they all agreed, The new one is the

most handsome of all. Hes so young and so good-looking. The old swans bowed in his

honor. Then he felt very bashful, and tucked his head under his wing. He did not know

what this was all about. He felt so very happy, but he wasnt at all proud, for a good heart

never grows proud. He thought about how he had been persecuted and scorned, and

now he heard them all call him the most beautiful of all beautiful birds. The lilacs dipped

their clusters into the stream before him, and the sun shone so warm and so heartening.

He rustled his feathers and held his slender neck high, as he cried out with full heart: I

never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling. 看了

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