Once upon a time, there were four mice that lived in a wall in the field.
Summer was coming, and so the mice came out of the wall to collect berries, nuts, corn and straw. Everyone was working very hard, day and night.
Everyone was working very hard, except, Frederick.
“Why aren’t you working, Frederick?” his friends asked him. “oh,but I am.” Frederick told them. “I’m collecting the sunshine for the cold, dark winter.”
A few days later his friends asked him again “why aren’t you working,Frederick?” “Oh, but I am.” Frederick told them. “I’m collecting colors for the long, grey winter.”
A few days later his friends asked him again “why aren’t you working, Frederick?” “Oh, but I am.” Frederick told them. “I’m collecting words for the long, quiet winter.”
Soon, the first snow came, and the four mice went back into the wall.
They ate their berries and they ate their nuts and they ate their corn and they ate their straw. But time passed, and time passed, and soon there were no more berries, and soon there were no more nuts and soon there were no more corn and soon there were no more straw.
Now the winter was cold and dark, long and quiet. The mice were sad and hungry. Then they remembered Frederick.
“Hey, Frederick, can you show us what you collected for the winter.”
“Ok,” said Frederick, “close your eyes. Here is my sunshine for the cold, dark inter.” And Frederick b
began to tell his friends some stories, and the mice to feel warmer and warmer.
“Great, Frederick! How about the colors and the words?”
“Ok,” said Frederick, “close your eyes” and he told them about theblue skies, and he told them about the red poppies, and he told them about thegreen grass, and he told them about the purple berries, and he told them about theyellow corn of summer.
“That’s wonderful, Frederick, thank you.” Said the mice. “We’ve learnedsomething about you”, they told him.
I have nine little goldfish .Eight goldfish are all orange and one is black .I like the black one best. We call it Xiao Hei .Its body is black .It has two big and round eyes, a small mouth ,and a big tail. Though it's very small ,it swims fast .
I often feed them and change water for them. We are good friends .
A cat goes to a river every day. He wants to go fishing. But he can’t catch any fish.
一只猫每天去河边,他想去钓鱼,但是他去钓不到一条。
One day, he goes to the river as usual. Suddenly a fish comes out. He catches the fish. He is very happy. He forgets to put the fish in the basket. He dances and sings. He shouts, “I have a fish! I have a fish!” All his friends come to see him.
A farmer can’t read or write. One day he asks a man to write a letter for him. He wants to post the letter to his uncle.
一个农民既不会读书也不会写字。一天,他请一个男子为他写一封信。他要把这封信寄给他叔叔。
“I can’t write you letter,” says the man, “Because I have a bad leg.”
“我不能为你写信,”男子说,“因为我有一条腿坏了。”
“Sir,” says the farmer, “I know, but I can’t see what a bad leg has to do with writing a letter.”
“先生,”农民说道,“我知道,但是我不明白写信与腿坏了有什么关系。”
“It has much to do with it,” says the man, “because I can’t walk so far and read the letter to you uncle.”
“有很大关系,”男子说,“因为我不能走那么远为你叔叔读信。”
“What do you mean, sir?” says the farmer. “His son can read it to him. Why do you need to read if for him?”
“您这是什么意思,先生?”农艺说道:“他的儿子可以读给他听。为什么需要你读给他听呢?”
“Don’t you understand,” answers the man, “that only I can read what I write?”
“你还不明白吗,”男子说道,“我写的只有我能读得懂。”
Selling Cow
卖牛
An old man is selling a big cow. A young man comes to the cow and begins to look at it carefully. Then the old man goes up to him and says in his ears. “Don’t say anything about the cow before I sell it, then I will give you some meat.”
“All right,” says the young man. After the old man sells the cow, he gives the young man some meat and says, “Now, you can tell me how do you think of the bad leg of the cow.”
“I didn’t find the bad leg,” says the young man. “Then why did you look at the cow carefully?” asks the old man.
“我没发现坏腿呀。”年轻男子说。“那你为什么仔细地看着这头牛?”老人问道。
Then young man answers, “Because I have never seen a cow, and I wanted to know what it looks like.”
年轻人回答道:“因为我从未见过奶牛,我只想知道它长得什么样。”
Number Twenty Now
现在排第二十名
Peter’s father wants to know how his son is getting along in school. One day he asks, “Peter, how are you getting along in school? What is your place in the class?” “Number twenty-one.” “And how many students are there in your class?” “Twenty-one, Father.”