更新时间：2019-08-25 来源：演讲稿 点击：
2024-02-02
2024-02-02
2024-02-02
2024-02-02
2024-02-01
【www.rubber-label.com--演讲稿】
一篇优秀的英语故事演讲稿应该简洁而生动。下面是由教师范文吧整理的小学英语故事演讲稿，欢迎阅读。更多相关英语演讲稿文章，请关注本栏目。
she kindled a third match. again shot up the flame; and now she was sitting under a most beautiful christmas tree ,far larger, and far more prettily decked out, than the one she had seen last christmas eve through the glass doors of the rich merchant's house. hundreds of wax-tapers lighted up the green branches, and tiny painted figures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down from the tree upon her. the child stretched out her hands towards them in delight, and in that moment the lights of the match warm quenched; still, however, the christmas candles burned higher and higher， she beheld them beaming like stars in heaven; one of them fell, the lights streaming behind it like a long, fiery tail.
“now some one is dying,” said the little girl, softly, for she had been told by her old grandmother， the only person who had ever been kind to her, and who was now dead that whenever a star falls an immortal spirit returns to the god who gave it.
she struck yet another match against the wall; it flamed up, and surrounded by its light, appeared before her that same dear grandmother, gentle and loving as always, but bright and happy as she had never looked during her lifetime.
Lan and Fred were boys. They were both twelve years old, and they were in the same class in their school. Last Friday afternoon they had a fight in class, and their teacher was very angry. He said to both of them, “Stay here after the lessons this afternoon, and write your names a thousand times.” After the last lesson, all the other boys went home, but Lan and Fred stayed in the classroom with their teacher and begin writing their names.
Then Fred began crying.
The teacher looked at him and said,” Why are you crying, Fred?”
“Because his name’s Lan May, and mine’s Frederick Hollingsworth,” Fred said.
A little frog wakes up in the morning. He can’t find his toy, he is crying.
A fish hears and comes. He asks, “Why are you crying?” The frog answers, “I lost my toy.” “What is your toy?” “I don’t know its name, but it’s round and yellow.” The fish says, “I know, I know.” Quickly, he comes back with a yellow leaf. “No, no,That’s not my toy.” The frog still cries.
A dog is coming, “A round and yellow thing is on the playground. That must be your toy.” The frog sees, that is not his toy, too. It’s a yellow ball.
A squirrel is running with a pine nut. But that’s not the frog’s toy.
It’s dark. The frog is very sad. He doesn’t find his toy. He cries again. The moon is rising in the sky. The shadow of the moon is on the pond. “Oh! My toy! I found my toy!”
The frog jumps happily.
buying a hat
a lady went to a hat shop to buy a hat. as she was very fussy, it took her a long time to pick on one. already at the end of his patience the salesman was afraid that she might change her mind again so he tried to flatter her: "an excellent choice, madam. you look at least ten years younger with this hat on!" to his dismay, the lady took off her hat at once and said: "i don't want a hat that makes me look ten years older as soon as i take it off. show me some more hats!"
not long after an old chinese woman came back to china from her visit to her daughter in the states, she went to a city bank to deposit the us dollars her daughter gave her. at the bank counter, the clerk checked each note carefully to see if the money was real. it made the old lady out of patience.
at last she could not hold any more, uttering. "trust me, sir, and trust the money. they are real us dollars. they are directly from america."
she kindled a third match. again shot up the flame; and now she was sitting under a most beautiful christmas tree ,far larger, and far more prettily decked out, than the one she had seen last christmas eve through the glass doors of the rich merchant's house. hundreds of wax-tapers lighted up the green branches, and tiny painted figures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down from the tree upon her. the child stretched out her hands towards them in delight, and in that moment the lights of the match warm quenched; still, however, jsfw8.comthe christmas candles burned higher and higher， she beheld them beaming like stars in heaven; one of them fell, the lights streaming behind it like a long, fiery tail.
“now some one is dying,” said the little girl, softly, for she had been told by her old grandmother， the only person who had ever been kind to her, and who was now dead that whenever a star falls an immortal spirit returns to the god who gave it.
she struck yet another match against the wall; it flamed up, and surrounded by its light, appeared before her that same dear grandmother, gentle and loving as always, but bright and happy as she had never looked during her lifetime.
but the teacher crie，the six-year-old john was terribly spoiled . his father knew it, but his grandma doted on him. he hardly left her side. and when he wanted anything, he either cried or threw a temper tantrum. then came his first day of school, his first day away from his grandmother's loving arms. when he came home from school his grandma met him at the door."was school all right?" she asked, "did you get along all right? did you cry?""cry?" john asked. "no, i didn't cry, but the teacher did!"
I' ve opened the curtain of my east window here above the computer, and I sit now in a holy theater before a sky-blue stage. A little cloud above the neighbor s trees resembles Jimmy Durante s nose for a while, then becomes amorphous as it slips on north. Other clouds follow, big and little and tiny on their march toward whereness. Wisps of them lead or droop because there must always be leading and drooping.
The trees seem to laugh at the clouds while yet reaching for them with swaying branches. Trees must think that they are real, rooted, somebody, and that perhaps the clouds are only tickled water which sometimes blocks their sun. But trees are clouds, too, of green leavesclouds that only move a little. Trees grow and change and dissipate like their airborne cousins
Vampire, the blood sucking ghost, has both terrified and fascinated people at the same time. Scary tales including vampires are perfect to be told on the occasion of Halloween. You can simply enthrall children and glue them to their seats by narrating a gory vampire story. The story of a valiant vampire hunter will also interest young kids. Try to be animated while telling the story, in the dark, for the desired effect. You can invite your friends to join the listeners as well. It will make the story-telling more fun for you. Here, we have listed a scary vampire story, just for you!
吸血鬼的英语故事 , 关于万圣节的英语小故
It was a sunny Fall day, crisp and blue and gold. Kevin and his friend Katie climbed onto the school bus, heading for the Pumpkin Patch. They sat on the back bench and had fun bouncing around. But Katie was grumpy. She didn't want to go on the trip. She hated cold Fall weather and pumpkins and everything. The bus parked at the farm. There was an enormous pile of orange pumpkins beside a wagon and tractor. Everyone rushed for the wagon. Kevin and Katie sat in the front as it headed out. They watched the huge wheels of the tractor bump slowly over ruts in the dirt path. More bouncing! Then the tractor stopped. On either side long rows of pumpkins lay in the dust, each in its own tangle of vines. They were all different sizes and shades of orange, with light brown patches. ……
参考译文：
这是一个阳光明媚的秋日，凉爽，蓝色和金色。凯文和他的朋友凯蒂登上校车，为帕姆普金帕奇标题。他们坐在长凳上，后面有乐趣蹦跳着。但凯蒂脾气暴躁。她不想去旅行。她讨厌寒冷的天气和秋季南瓜和一切。 巴士停在了农常有一个橙色的南瓜马车和拖拉机旁边一大堆。每个人跑的马车。凯文和凯蒂坐在前面，因为它领导了，英语小故事演讲稿。他们看着慢慢在车辙的土路，拖拉机颠簸的巨大车轮。更多弹跳!然后，拖拉机停了下来。 两边的南瓜长排躺在尘土，在其自己的藤蔓缠绕每个。他们都不同大小和橙色色调与浅棕色斑块。……