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t童话故事(一)

童话故事 87

童 话 故 事

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妈妈对我的爱

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马虎的小马

102班 李坤烨

一天，马妈妈叫小马送米到奶奶家。

小马背上了大米走出家门，他走啊走，忽然听见后面有人叫他。小马回头一看，原来是小兔。

小兔边跑边叫着：“小马，你停一下。”

小马问：“怎么啦小兔？”小马又问，“是不是想叫我一起出去玩呀？但是我现在要去给奶奶送米，回来再陪你玩，可以吗？”

小兔急忙回答说：“不是，不是，小马你的米漏啦！”

小马仔细一看，哎呀，米还真的漏了，他着急地说：“怎么办呀？怎么办呀？”

小兔笑着说：“别急，我来帮你把它补好。”小兔跑到旁边，采来一些长长的草。

小马问：“你去采草干吗呀？”

小兔一边帮小马补米袋一边说：“长长的草可以当绳子把米袋补好。”

很快小兔就把米袋补好了。小马高兴地说：“谢谢你，小兔，我要去给奶奶送米啦，再见。”

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童话故事 89

指导老师：石瑛宝

捞 皮 球

202班 苗若宸

今天，天气很好，小河水哗哗地流着，风微微地吹着。 小猴子丁丁找来小猴子明明、亮亮和皮皮一起在一棵茂密的大树下踢球，他们一起玩得可开心了。

玩着玩着，小猴子丁丁一不小心把皮球踢歪了，把球踢到了小河里，他们就想，这可怎么办才好呢？

突然小猴子明明跳了起来说：“我有办法了。”其他的小猴子惊奇地问：“你有什么好办法？”明明说：“我们可以去找大象伯伯来帮忙，让他用长鼻子把球捞上来。”大家都说：“这真是一个好办法。”小猴子们马上找来大象伯伯，大象伯伯用长鼻子一捞，球就上来了，小猴子一起说：“谢谢您，大象伯伯。”

雨 丝

90 童话故事

小猴子们又开始开心地玩球了。 指导老师：廖文兰

续 写 故 事

202班 张语青

小兔正在路上散步，小松鼠急急忙忙地向他走来。

小兔问：“小松鼠，你为什么走得这么急？”小松鼠说：“砍树的人来了，我的家也会被砍树的人砍了。”小兔说：“我们一起去报110吧。”

小松鼠说：“好啊。我的暑假英语作文“110来了。””大熊猫说：“有什么事吗？”小松鼠说：“砍树的人把我的家砍了。”大熊猫把砍树的人赶走了，小松鼠笑了。

小松鼠说：“谢谢你，大熊猫。”

指导老师：廖文兰

神奇的窗帘

402班 何可人

20年过去了，我已是一位举世闻名的发明家。这几天，我又发明了一种非常神奇的窗帘，虽然还没有对外出售，但我家现在已经安装上了，它给我的生活带来了很多方便。

一天，我的小学同学陆语澄和王可来我家做客。刚一走进客厅，陆语澄就惊讶地问：“你家怎么没有电视机啊！”看着她们疑惑不解的样子，我神气地说：“你们跟我来吧！”我大步走到窗帘前，在窗帘旁边的红色按钮上轻轻一按，窗帘立刻成了巨型电视屏幕，而且上面还有一层保护膜，能保护眼睛，但绝不会影响看电视的效果。“真好啊！”她俩异口同声地叫道。“你们今天

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座右铭作文

童话故事 91

就住在我家吧！这里还有很多你们不知道的呢！”我说。

到了中午，“太热啦！热死啦！”也们俩喊道，“你家怎么没有空调啊！”“现在空调早就过时了，我有更好的调温设备！”我来到窗帘前，按下了绿色按钮，窗帘马上散发出阵阵凉气，制冷效果是普通空调的好几倍呢！而且窗帘还可以根据天气的冷热变化，调节窒内的温度。比如夏天，它就会散出冷气，使人们感到凉爽；冬天，它就会放出热气，使人们不用忍受寒冷的折磨。“你的发明太伟大了，不仅节省了空间，又约了不少能源。”她们羡慕地说。

很快就到了下午，我们正在餐厅吃饭，忽然，王可闻到一股香味，她问我“你家不是没有养花吗？我怎么闻到一股茉莉花的香味呢？”“是这样的，这香味是我的窗帘散发出来的。”我答道，“我的窗帘可以根据光线的强度变换颜色，可以根据颜色变化散发出与颜色对应的花香味。

晚上，陆语澄和王可对我说：“几年不见，你居然有了这么多的发明，你真了不起！”

“哈哈，我的窗帘够神奇的吧！”

我懂得了珍惜时间

指导老师：吴海亚

喜鹊和兔子

403班杨洋

一只兔子和一只喜鹊是好朋友，它们整天形影不离。喜鹊每天都唱动听的歌给兔子听，而小兔子呢?则最喜欢安安静静地听它的朋友演唱。

有一天冬天到了，喜鹊要离开兔子了,飞到温暖的南方去过冬。小白兔依依不舍地说：“再见了，小喜鹊，明年春天请你回来，再唱歌给我听。”小喜鹊信誓旦旦地说：“好的，明年我一定回来给你唱歌。”

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t童话故事(二)

1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE FLAXby Hans Christian AndersenTHE flax was in full bloom; it had pretty little blue flowers asdelicate as the wings of a moth, or even more so. The sun shone, andthe showers watered it; and this was just as good for the flax as itis for little children to be washed and then kissed by their mother.They look much prettier for it, and so did the flax."People say that I look exceedingly well," said the flax, "andthat I am so fine and long that I shall make a beautiful piece oflinen. How fortunate I am; it makes me so happy, it is such a pleasantthing to know that something can be made of me. How the sunshinecheers me, and how sweet and refreshing is the rain; my happinessoverpowers me, no one in the world can feel happier than I am.""Ah, yes, no doubt," said the fern, "but you do not know the worldyet as well as I do, for my sticks are knotty;" and then it sung quitemournfully-"Snip, snap, snurre,Basse lurre:The song is ended.""No, it is not ended," said the flax. "To-morrow the sun willshine, or the rain descend. I feel that I am growing. I feel that I amin full blossom. I am the happiest of all creatures."Well, one day some people came, who took hold of the flax, andpulled it up by the roots; this was painful; then it was laid in wateras if they intended to drown it; and, after that, placed near a fireas if it were to be roasted; all this was very shocking. "We cannotexpect to be happy always," said the flax; "by experiencing evil aswell as good, we become wise." And certainly there was plenty ofevil in store for the flax. It was steeped, and roasted, and broken,and combed; indeed, it scarcely knew what was done to it. At last itwas put on the spinning wheel. "Whirr, whirr," went the wheel soquickly that the flax could not collect its thoughts. "Well, I havebeen very happy," he thought in the midst of his pain, "and must becontented with the past;" and contented he remained till he was put onthe loom, and became a beautiful piece of white linen. All the flax,even to the last stalk, was used in making this one piece. "Well, thisis quite wonderful; I could not have believed that I should be sofavored by fortune. The fern was not wrong with its song of'Snip, snap, snurre,Basse lurre.'But the song is not ended yet, I am sure; it is only just beginning.How wonderful it is, that after all I have suffered, I am madesomething of at last; I am the luckiest person in the world- so strongand fine; and how white, and what a length! This is somethingdifferent to being a mere plant and bearing flowers. Then I had noattention, nor any water unless it rained; now, I am watched and takencare of. Every morning the maid turns me over, and I have ashower-bath from the watering-pot every evening. Yes, and theclergyman's wife noticed me, and said I was the best piece of linen inthe whole parish. I cann

ot be happier than I am now."After some time, the linen was taken into the house, placedunder the scissors, and cut and torn into pieces, and then prickedwith needles. This certainly was not pleasant; but at last it was madeinto twelve garments of that kind which people do not like to name,and yet everybody should wear one. "See, now, then," said the flax; "I have become something of importance. This was my destiny; it isquite a blessing. Now I shall be of some use in the world, as everyoneought to be; it is the only way to be happy. I am now divided intotwelve pieces, and yet we are all one and the same in the whole dozen.It is most extraordinary good fortune."Years passed away, and at last the linen was so worn it couldscarcely hold together. "It must end very soon," said the pieces toeach other; "we would gladly have held together a little longer, butit is useless to expect impossibilities." And at length they fell intorags and tatters, and thought it was all over with them, for they weretorn to shreds, and steeped in water, and made into a pulp, and dried,and they knew not what besides, till all at once they found themselvesbeautiful white paper. "Well, now, this is a surprise; a glorioussurprise too," said the paper. "I am now finer than ever, and Ishall be written upon, and who can tell what fine things I may havewritten upon me. This is wonderful luck!" And sure enough the mostbeautiful stories and poetry were written upon it, and only once wasthere a blot, which was very fortunate. Then people heard thestories and poetry read, and it made them wiser and better; for allthat was written had a good and sensible meaning, and a great blessing was contained in the words on this paper."I never imagined anything like this," said the paper, "when I wasonly a little blue flower, growing in the fields. How could I fancythat I should ever be the means of bringing knowledge and joy toman? I cannot understand it myself, and yet it is really so. Heavenknows that I have done nothing myself, but what I was obliged to dowith my weak powers for my own preservation; and yet I have beenpromoted from one joy and honor to another. Each time I think that the song is ended; and then something higher and better begins for me. I suppose now I shall be sent on my travels about the world, so that people may read me. It cannot be otherwise; indeed, it is more than probable; for I have more splendid thoughts written upon me, than I had pretty flowers in olden times. I am happier than ever."But the paper did not go on its travels; it was sent to theprinter, and all the words written upon it were set up in type, tomake a book, or rather, many hundreds of books; for so many morepersons could derive pleasure and profit from a printed book, thanfrom the written paper; and if the paper had been sent around theworld, it would have been worn out before it had got half throughits journey."Th

is is certainly the wisest plan," said the written paper; "Ireally did not think of that. I shall remain at home, and be held inhonor, like some old grandfather, as I really am to all these newbooks. They will do some good. I could not have wandered about as they do. Yet he who wrote all this has looked at me, as every word flowed from his pen upon my surface. I am the most honored of all."Then the paper was tied in a bundle with other papers, andthrown into a tub that stood in the washhouse."After work, it is well to rest," said the paper, "and a very goodopportunity to collect one's thoughts. Now I am able, for the firsttime, to think of my real condition; and to know one's self is trueprogress. What will be done with me now, I wonder? No doubt I shall still go forward. I have always progressed hitherto, as I know quite well."Now it happened one day that all the paper in the tub was takenout, and laid on the hearth to be burnt. People said it could not besold at the shop, to wrap up butter and sugar, because it had beenwritten upon. The children in the house

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