民间故事英文版

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第1篇：民间故事英文版第2篇：民间故事英文版第3篇：民间故事英文版第4篇：英文版民间故事：神奇的叶子

篇1：民间故事英文版

A fisherman, Bei Gongzhi got a very precious and rareluminous pearl, and all his acquaintances came to congratulate him.

And the minister of the state of Song promised to take him to see the king of the state of Song and promised him that he would get wealth and rank soon.

At this time, this father had just come back home. After hearing this, his father has made a simple living by hunting for a dozen said, “My family has made a simple living by hunting for a dozen generations.

It is easy to become rich and noble if I present the pearl to the king.

But after you become rich and noble, it is easy for you to become haughty, andhaughtiness will lead to atrocity, and atrocity will lead to wild act, and that will be very close to danger, and a fatal disaster will be imminent.

At that time, it would be impossible to come back to live the simple life of today.”

篇2：民间故事英文版

Da Fuquan made a born that could make sounds of dragon. He blew the born by the deep pool near Mountain Nanshang.

Hearing the sound, the three-legged turtle in the pool thought that people were to catch it and eat it.

So it got so frightened that it shouted hysterically with its mouth wide open.

Da Fuquan thought this was sound of a real dragon. Then he went to find Gong Zhiqi and told him he wanted to learn the real sound of a dragon.

Gong Zhiqi told him, “What you heard was not real sound of a dragon but sound of a three-legged turtle.

The real sound of a dragon is rare2 to be heard by people. The sound made by your born is not that of a dragon, and now it is even worse for you to mistake the sound of a turtle to be that of a dragon! You just give up one false thing to take up another.”

篇3：民间故事英文版

Dai Song was a famous painter in Tang dynasty and his paintings of ox were always cherished by Brahmins.

In Song dynasty, a person who lived in Sichuan province with a surname of Du collected a painting of ox by Dai Song, and he cherished it very much and often took it out to appreciate it.

And he even often dries it in sunny days.

Once a shepherd boy saw this painting and couldn't help laughing, thinking that the painting was to depict a fighting ox, but in this painting the tail of the ox was raised high, which was quite different from what he had observed before.

In fighting, the tail of the ox should he between the legs.

So this painting had this wrong. The Sichuan person with the surname of Du agreed with the shepherd boy and didn't cherish it that much any longer.

篇4：英文版民间故事：神奇的叶子

There are a lot of things magical in China: the people, the culture, the stories. Sometimes ordinary things seem magical, but in reality, they aren't. It usually takes a great fool to transform the ordinary into magically nothing.

In a small village deep in the heart of China, the local tax collector was feared. He taxed the villagers often. If they had no money, he took their possessions. And when possessions were of no interest to the tax collector, he would beat the taxpayers.

One day, a poor man entered the village. He had heard of the tax collector and his terrible ways. The poor man was carrying a plant that had many beautiful green leaves. The tax collector stopped the poor man before walking any further and told him he had to pay entrance fee if he wanted to walk through the village. The poor man said he had no money, but only the magic tree he was carrying. The tax collector, intrigued, asked what kind of magical tree it was. The poor man explained that it would make the holder of the leaves invisible. The tax collector snatched the tree from the poor man while striking him across the face. The poor man fell to the ground and was left in the dust of the tax collector's horse.

That night, the tax collector picked a leaf from the magic tree and held it up to his forehead. “Wife,” he asked, “can you see me?”

His wife looked at him strangely, “Yes, I can see you.”

He picked another leaf and held it to his forehead. “Wife,” he asked, “can you see me?”

His wife looked at him again, “Yes, I can see you.”

And with the third leaf, the wife could still see her husband. Same with the fourth. And so on until it was late at night and the wife was ready to sleep.

“Wife, can you see me now?” he asked, with the last leaf from the tree up to his forehead.

“Husband, I'm tired. No, I can not see you any more,” she said exasperated before she closed her eyes to sleep. And her tax-collecting husband smiled.

The next morning, the tax collector held up his magical leaf to his forehead as he walked from store to store. The tax collector thought, “Hmmm, this is truly a magical leaf. No one can see me. No one acknowledges my actions.” He continued to pass through the village, and no one said a word to him. No one looked at him in the eye. No one spoke to him, not even when he took money from the stores. Not even when he took food from the food stands. Every villager saw him, but in fear of a beating, did not speak to him.

The emperor's son was passing through the village that afternoon. He and his entourage were returning from a rewarding hunting expedition. Among his trophies were the pelts of snow leopards and tigers.

The tax collector saw the pelts hanging from the back of the royal saddle. Believing he was still invisible, he held his magic leaf to his forehead and reached out for the pelts.

“Stop! You there! What do you think you're doing?” one the royal guards exclaimed.

The emperor's son shouted, “How dare you steal from me! Did you not think I saw you approach me and attempt to steal my furs? You will pay for this. I will put you away in the palace dungeons.” The tax collector was quickly apprehended and taken prisoner.

The tax collector feebly tried to explain his tale of the poor man and his magical tree with the leaves to make one invisible. He tried to show the emperor's son the tree, but it had no leaves on it. The emperor's son, tired of listening to the alleged tale, had the tax collector beat by his guards before continuing on their journey homeward.

As the royal entourage walked through the village, they passed by the tavern. By the window, the tax collector heard the voice of the poor man he accosted the day before….“And then I handed over the kumquat tree I dug up from his garden, telling him it was a magic tree that could make one invisible!” Then everyone in the tavern laughed and looked out the window at the beaten tax collector.

There's that old saying, “A fool and his money are easily separated.” In this tale, well, the fool got what he was worth.