有趣的小学英语阅读文章

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Little Ida's Flowers

A long time ago, there was a kid named 'Ida'. She liked flowers very much. One day, her flowers were all faded away. "My flowers are all dry and dead. What happened to them?" Ida asked a man sitting right next to her.

"The flowers went to a ball last night. That's why they are hanging their heads down." Ida felt strange to hear what he said. "How can flowers dance? I thought they could not dance."

"Late at night, flowers dance and run around from place to place. That castle over there is the place of the party." He kept talking. "If you go to the castle, you can see the flowers. Go to your garden and tell the flowers quietly that they have a party tonight. Then, one flower will tell the news to the others."

"How can the flowers speak?" Her curiosity grew bigger. "Flowers give and receive their messages through their body language. Have you seen the flowers shake their leaves when the wind blows?" "Wow, that's really interesting."

Then, a legal expert with no sense of humor listened to the conversation between the man and Ida. "You tell those unreasonable and fake stories to a little kid? Tusk, tusk!" Ida brought the flowers to her room. "Take a rest before the party begins."

laid down the flowers and covered them with a blanket. After a while, the sound of a piano came out of her room. Ida went into the room.

The moonlight was bright, and the flowers were dancing to the melody. They danced with a teddy bear and the flowers asked the teddy bear. "We do not live very long. After dawn, we are all going to die. Would you bury us next to the grave of the canary? Then, we will wake up in summer again."

At that moment, the door opened, and the very beautiful flowers came into the room dancing. Ida thought to herself, 'They are so beautiful! They must be from the castle. 'Two roses with crowns and other flowers exchanged greetings and danced. After a while, they said good-bye to each other.

The next morning, Ida thought, "I have to make sure that the flowers are still laying down. Well, they are still there. Only they look more depressed than yesterday." Ida talked to her teddy bear. "Do you remember the message the flowers want you to give me?" The Teddy bear kept silent. "You are very bad. You even danced with those flowers, but you forgot the flowers' favor?" Ida came close to the dry flowers. "I will bury you in a pretty casket. Then, you will bloom in the summer beautifully, won't you?" Ida buried the flowers with her cousins. She dug a small grave and buried the flowers' casket in the ground.

The Candles

Once, there were two candles. One candle was made from beeswax and the other was made from animals' fat. "I am much brighter than other candles, and I can last longer than all of us can. That's why I should stand on a silver candle holder." The beeswax candle was proud of herself and said. The candle made from animals' fat envied the beeswax candle. 'The beeswax candle must live a great and splendid life.'

One day, there was a party in this house. "I will be great at the party." The Beeswax candle said arrogantly as if she was the hostess of the party.

Then, a master came in. "I have to light up a candle." After saying this, he took the beeswax candle. "The party must be wonderful!" The animal fat candle was left behind and became lonelier.

At that time, one little boy appeared with his torn basket at the kitchen door. In the basket, there were five or six potatoes and one apple. A mistress of the house gave them to this poor boy. "I will give you this candle, too." The mistress slipped the animal fat candle into the boy's hand. The little boy was very happy and went back to his house.

'Where am I going?' The candle finally arrived at a poor and small hut. Three children and a mother were living in that small room with a low-ceiling. The candle stood on an iron candlestick.

"This is too much!" The candle grumbled to himself regretting for his miserable situation. 'The beeswax candle, went to the party, she must be standing on a great silver candle holder at this time.' The Candle made from animals' fat envied the beeswax candle very much.

The mother prepared dinner by boiling potatoes and peeling the apple. The three children and the mother had dinner happily. The animal fat candle shone their table brightly.

"This candle is very bright!" The boy said. "God bless this kind lady!" The mother prayed. It was a poor but peaceful and happy family. The animal fat candle felt happy as he enjoyed shining brightly for this family.

The Feather Pen and the Inkstand

There was an inkstand on the desk in a poet's room. Some strange sounds came out of the bottle. "How amazing! Anything can come out of that inkstand."

The inkstand was proud of herself when she heard that. "Yes, I am unbelievable." The inkstand told this to a feather pen and other writing materials. "Sometimes, even I am amazed by what comes out of me. One drop of me is enough to fill half a piece of paper."

The inkstand had no idea what was inside of her. But she thought she had everything. "Don't you think about yourself at all? If you had a chance to think abort who you really are, you would have found out that the only thing that you can do is drop ink." The feather pen said that he was the one who wrote on the paper. The inkstand and the feather pen had an argument. "You idiot, the poet can write his poems only because of me." The feather pen said that the only thing the inkstand can do is give him ink. They kept arguing.

"Inkstand! You don't know anything. People cannot write without a pen." "Without me, you are just a shabby little bird feather." The feather pen laughed at the inkstand.

At that moment, the poet came back from a concert. He opened the inkstand to write a poem. He started to write about the fantastic violin performance of that night. "The sound of the violin was just magnificent. But people think it is easy to play the violin."

The poet had a different opinion from those of other people. He wrote that the wonderful violin performance was because of the player's ability. Neither the inkstand nor the feather pen could recognize that their abilities were all precious until then. They are a gift from God.