开讲啦李少红安徒生童话 幸福的家庭中英文

2021年1月26日发(作者：成德)
THE HAPPY FAMILY
Really,
the
largest
green
leaf
in
this
country
is
a
dock-leaf;
if
one
holds
it
before
one,
it
is
like
a
whole
apron,
and
if
one
holds
it
over one's
head
in
rainy
weather,
it
is
almost
as
good
as
an
umbrella,
for
it
is
so
immensely
large. The burdock never grows alone, but where there grows one there
always
grow
several:
it
is
a
great
delight,
and
all
this
delightfulness
is
snails'
food.
The
great
white
snails
which
persons
of
quality
in
former
times
made
fricassees
of,
ate,
and
said,

hem!
how
delicious!
for
they
thought
it
tasted so delicate--lived on dock-leaves, and therefore burdock seeds
were
sown.
Now, there was an
old manor-house,
where they
no longer ate
snails, they
were
quite extinct; but the
burdocks were not
extinct, they grew and grew all
over
the walks and all the beds; they could not get the mastery over them--it
was a
whole forest of burdocks.
Here and there
stood an apple
and a plum-tree,
or
else
one
never
would
have
thought
that
it
was
a
garden;
all
was
burdocks,
and
there lived the two last venerable old snails.
They themselves knew not how old
they were,
but they could
remember very
well
that there had been many more; that they were of a family from foreign
lands,
and
that
for
them
and
theirs
the
whole
forest
was
planted.
They
had
never
been
outside
it,
but
they
knew
that
there
was
still
something
more
in
the
world,
which was called the manor-house, and that there they were boiled, and
then
they
became
black,
and
were
then
placed
on
a
silver
dish;
but
what
happened
further they knew not; or, in fact, what it was to be boiled, and to lie
on a
silver dish, they could not possibly imagine; but it was said to be
delightful,
and
particularly
genteel.
Neither
the
chafers,
the
toads,
nor
the
earth-worms, whom they asked about it could give them any
information--none of
them had been boiled or laid on a silver dish.
The old white snails were
the
first persons
of distinction in
the world,
that
they
knew;
the
forest
was
planted
for
their
sake,
and
the
manor-house
was
there that they might be boiled and laid on a silver dish.
Now they lived a very lonely and happy life; and as they had no children
themselves, they had adopted a little common snail, which they brought
up as
their
own;
but
the
little
one
would
not
grow,
for
he
was
of
a
common
family;
but
the
old
ones,
especially
Dame
Mother
Snail,
thought
they
could
observe
how
he
increased
in
size,
and
she
begged
father,
if
he
could
not
see
it,
that
he
would at least feel the little snail's shell; and then he felt it, and
found
the good dame was right.
One day there was a heavy storm of rain.


right
down the stalk! You will see that it will be wet here! I am very happy
to
think
that
we
have
our
good
house,
and
the
little
one
has
his
also!
There
is
more done for us than for all other creatures, sure enough; but can you
not
see
that
we
are
folks
of
quality
in
the
world?
We
are
provided
with
a
house
from
our
birth,
and
the
burdock
forest
is
planted
for
our
sakes!
I
should
like
to know how far it extends, and what there is outside!

is
nothing
at
all,
said
Father
Snail.

place
can
be
better
than
ours, and I have nothing to wish for!

said
the
dame.

would
willingly
go
to
the
manorhouse,
be
boiled,
and
laid on a silver dish; all our forefathers have been treated so; there
is
something extraordinary in it, you may be sure!

manor-house
has
most
likely
fallen
to
ruin!
said
Father
Snail.

the
burdocks have grown up over it, so that they cannot come out. There need
not,
however,
be
any
haste
about
that;
but
you
are
always
in
such
a
tremendous
hurry, and the little one is beginning to be the same. Has he not been
creeping up that stalk these three days? It gives me a headache when I
look up
to him!

him,
Mother
Snail.
so carefully; he
will
afford
us
much
pleasure--and
we
have
nothing
but
him
to
live
for!
But
have
you
not
thought
of
it?
Where
shall
we
get
a
wife
for
him?
Do
you
not
think
that there are some of our species at a great distance in the interior
of the
burdock forest?

snails,
I
dare
say,
there
are
enough
of,
said
the
old
one.

snails without a house--but
they are so
common,
and so conceited.
But we
might
give the ants a commission to look out for us; they run to and fro as if
they
had something to do, and they certainly know of a wife for our little
snail!


am afraid we shall hardly succeed, for she is a queen!


hundred
passages!

thank
you!
said
Mother
Snail.

son
shall
not
go
into
an
ant-hill;
if
you know nothing better than that, we shall give the commission to the
white
gnats. They fly far and wide, in rain and sunshine; they know the whole
forest
here, both within and without.