少儿英语故事精选5篇
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The Three Fishermen4
Brother must have passed through the years in a hurry, remembering his father bringing him here as a boy. \Brother said in his clipped North Saugus fashion, outlander, specific, no waste in his words. Old Oren Bentley, it had been told us, had walked five miles through the unknown woods off Route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite, the remnants of an old lodge1, and a great curve in the Pine River so that a miles walk in either direction gave you three miles of stream to fish, upstream or downstream. Paradise up north.
His Venerable Self nodded again, a man of signals, then said, \passed a few times.\history of encounter was in his words; it marched right through us
the way knowledge does, as well as legend. He pointed2 at the coffeepot. \some. Ill sit a while and take some of thet.\pronounced, too dramatic, and it was a short time before I knew why.
The white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion, his head nodded again. He spoke3 to his sons. \back no moren two-three hours so these fellers can do their things too, and keep the place tidied up.\
The most orderly son said, \two elderly sons left the campsite and walked down the path to the banks of the Pine River, their boots swishing at thigh4 line, the most elegant rods pointing the way through scattered5 limbs, experience on the move. Trout6 beware, we thought.
\\seemed to listen for their departure, the leaves and branches quiet, the murmur7 of the stream a tinkling8 idyllic9 music rising up the banking10. Old Venerable Himself moved the wicker rocker forward and back, a small timing11 taking place. He was hearing things we had not heard yet, the whole symphony all around us. Eddie looked
at me and nodded his own nod. It said, \know you are. This is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the river we love, that we come to twice a year, in May with the mayflies, in June with the black flies.\scourge12, wed often remember, having been both scarred and sewn by it.
The Three Fishermen5
Brother was still at memory, we could tell. Silence we thought was heavy about us, but there was so much going on. A bird talked to us from a high limb1. A fox called to her young. We were on the Pine River once again, nearly a hundred miles from home, in Paradise2.
\introductions had been accounted for.
Old Venerable Roger Treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leaned forward and said, \spare beers, would ya?\
Now thats the way to start the day on the Pine River. A Childs Dream of a Star
There was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world.
They used to say to one another, sometimes, supposing all the children upon earth were to die, would the flowers, and the water, and the sky be sorry? They believed they would be sorry. For, said they, the buds are the children of the flowers, and the little playful streams that gambol1 down the hill-sides are the children of the water; and the smallest bright specks2 playing at hide and seek in the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars; and they would all be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more.
There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky before the rest, near the church spire3, above the graves. It was larger and more beautiful, they thought, than all the others, and every night they watched for it, standing4 hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first cried out, \
少儿英语故事精选5篇
