行政执法工作总结小学英语 英语故事(童话故事)The Candles 烛

2021年1月26日发(作者：贺知章)
The
Candles
烛

There was once a big wax candle who had the highest opinion of his merits.

brilliantly than any other candle, and I outlast them all. I belong in the high
chandelier or the silver candlestick.

a
delightful
life
you
must
lead,
the
tallow
candle
admitted.

am
only
tallow.
Just a tallow dip. But it's a comfort to think how much better off I am than the
taper. He's only dipped twice, while I am dipped eight times to make a thick and
respectable candle of me. I'm satisfied. To be sure it would be better to be born
of
wax
than
of
tallow,
and
a
lucky
thing
to
be
shaped
in
a
mold,
but
one
isn't
asked
how
he
wants
to
be
born.
Your
place
is
in
the
big
rooms
with
glass
chandeliers.
Mine
is in the kitchen. But kitchen is a good
place too. All the food
in the
house comes
from there.


the
glitter
of
good
society
in
which
I
shine.
Why,
I
and
all
my
family
are
invited to a ball that's being given here this very evening.
No sooner had he said this than all the wax candles were sent for. But the tallow
candle was not left behind. The mistress of the house took it in her own hand and
carried
it
to
the
kitchen,
where
a
poor
boy
waited
with
his
basket
full
of
potatoes
and a few apples that she had given him.

can use it to work by when she sits up late at night.
The
lady's
small
daughter
stood
close
beside
her
mother,
and
when
she
heard
the
magic
words
too!
red ribbon.

mustn't forget how it looks, for I certainly shan't see it again.
the basket and closed the lid. Away the boy went with it.

can
he
be
taking
me?
the
candle
wondered.

may
have
to
live
with
poor
people
who
don't
even
own
a
brass
candlestick,
while
the
wax
candle
sits
in
silver
and
beams
at all the best people. How fine it must be to shine in good company. But this is
what I get for being tallow, not wax.
And the candle did come to live with poor people. They were a widow and her three
children, who had a low-ceilinged room across the way from the well-to-do house.

bless
our
neighbor
for
all
that
she
gave
us,
the
widow
said.

good
candle
will burn far into the night.
She struck a match to it.

fie,
he
sputtered.

a
vile
smelling
match
she
lights
me
with.
Would
anyone
offer such a kitchen match to the wax candle, in the well-to-do house across the
way?
There the candles were lighted too. They made the street bright as carriages came
rumbling with guests dressed in their best for the ball. The music struck up.