1、《醉中天·咏大蝴蝶》
Out of Zhuang Zhou's dream you're flying,
On the east wind two wings are spreading.
From the famous gardens,
Once for all you pollen.
If you're a gifted romantic one, I wonder,
Scaring the bees away pollening yonder.
With your wings gently waving,
Fanning the flower girl to the east of bridge, hawking.
弹破庄周梦，
两翅驾东风，
三百座名园，
一采一个空。
难道风流种?
吓杀寻芳的蜜蜂。
轻轻的飞动，
把卖花人扇过桥东。
2、《躲雨的蝴蝶》
Lightning storms struck unexpectedly
A butterfly hurriedly fled, straying into my window
Withwings covered in rain, it can only slowly crawl,
lying on the window glass, healing
Its home was flooded
How can it know the warmth and dryness inside the window
I turned and the wind and rain stopped.
The butterfly had gone, leaving the window empty and hazy
风雨雷电突如其来
一只蝴蝶落荒而逃，误入我窗
翅膀沾满了雨水，只能缓缓爬行
趴在窗
它的家被洪水淹了
它怎会知道窗内温
一转身，风雨停息
蝴蝶无影，遗下一窗空洞苍茫
3、《致蝴蝶》
Stay near me—do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:—with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her! feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
留在我身边，不要飞走!
在我眼前更长些停留!
记录我童年的历史学家，
我要跟你多多交谈!
飞近些;不要离开我!
逝去的时光在你身上复活：
你带回那个像你一样快乐的小家伙!
我父亲的家庭，
一个庄严的形象铭记我心中!
哦!那时候是多么的幸福，快乐，
童年时的玩耍游戏，
就是我和妹妹埃梅琳
一起把蝴蝶追逐!
我像一个猎人，匆忙扑向猎物：
向前奔跑，跳跃，
越过蕨草丛又到了
可是妹妹，上帝保佑!却害怕
将蝴蝶翅膀上的银粉抖落。
4、《致蝴蝶》
Written in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.
I've watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!—not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
写于格拉斯米尔镇尽头的果园。
我已整整半小时观望你;
在那黄色的花朵上镇定沉着
啊，小小蝴蝶!的确
我不知你在睡觉还是在享受佳肴。
怎会一动不动!并非结冰的海洋
更是一动不动!那么，
还有什么欢乐在将你等候，当微风
发现你在树丛里的.行踪
就会呼唤你起身飞走!
我们拥有这片果园，
树林归我所有，花卉属于妹妹;
当你疲惫时，让你的翅膀歇息此处;
栖息此处如同避难所!
常来拜访我们，不怕犯错;
安坐于我们附近的树枝蓬!
我们会谈论阳光和歌谣，
还有夏日，我们年轻的时候;
那甜蜜充满孩子气的日子，似乎只有
现在二十天的时光那样长久。
引导语：中文版的童话故事，大家很容易就看懂了，那么我们一起来挑战英文版的.童话故事吧。
THERE was once a butterfly who wished for a bride, and, as may be supposed, he wanted to choose a very pretty one from among the flowers. He glanced, with a very critical eye, at all the flower-beds, and found that the flowers were seated quietly and demurely on their stalks, just as maidens should sit before they are engaged; but there was a great number of them, and it appeared as if his search would become very wearisome. The butterfly did not like to take too much trouble, so he flew off on a visit to the daisies. The French call this flower "Marguerite," and they say that the little daisy can prophesy. Lovers pluck off the leaves, and as they pluck each leaf, they ask a question about their lovers; thus: "Does he or she love me?- Ardently? Distractedly? Very much? A little? Not at all?" and so on. Every one speaks these words in his own language. The butterfly came also to Marguerite to inquire, but he did not pluck off her leaves; he pressed a kiss on each of them, for he thought there was always more to be done by kindness.
"Darling Marguerite daisy," he said to her, "you are the wisest woman of all the flowers. Pray tell me which of the flowers I shall choose for my wife. Which will be my bride? When I know, I will fly directly to her, and propose." But Marguerite did not answer him; she was offended that he should call her a woman when she was only a girl; and there is a great difference. He asked her a second time, and then a third; but she remained dumb, and answered not a word. Then he would wait no longer, but flew away, to commence his wooing at once. It was in the early spring, when the crocus and the snowdrop were in full bloom. "They are very pretty," thought the butterfly; "charming little lasses; but they are rather formal." Then, as the young lads often do, he looked out for the elder girls. He next flew to the anemones; these were rather sour to his taste. The violet, a little too sentimental. The lime-blossoms, too small, and besides, there was such a large family of them. The apple-blossoms, though they looked like roses, bloomed to-day, but might fall off to-morrow, with the first wind that blew; and he thought that a marriage with one of them might last too short a time. The pea-blossom pleased him most of all; she was white and red, graceful and slender, and belonged to those domestic maidens who have a pretty appearance, and can yet be useful in the kitchen. He was just about to make her an offer, when, close by the maiden, he saw a pod, with a withered flower hanging at the end.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"That is my sister," replied the pea-blossom.
"Oh, indeed; and you will be like her some day," said he; and he flew away directly, for he felt quite shocked. A honeysuckle hung forth from the hedge, in full bloom; but there were so many girls like her, with long faces and sallow complexions. No; he did not like her. But which one did he like?
Spring went by, and summer drew towards its close; autumn came; but he had not decided. The flowers now appeared in their most gorgeous robes, but all in vain; they had not the fresh, fragrant air of youth. For the heart asks for fragrance, even when it is no longer young; and there is very little of that to be found in the dahlias or the dry chrysanthemums; therefore the butterfly turned to the mint on the ground. You know, this plant has no blossom; but it is sweetness all over,- full of fragrance from head to foot, with the scent of a flower in every leaf. "I will take her," said the butterfly; and he made her an offer. But the mint stood silent and stiff, as she listened to him. At last she said,- "Friendship, if you please; nothing more. I am old, and you are old, but we may live for each other just the same; as to marrying- no; don’t let us appear ridiculous at our age."
And so it happened that the butterfly got no wife at all. He had been too long choosing, which is always a bad plan. And the butterfly became what is called an old bachelor. It was late in the autumn, with rainy and cloudy weather. The cold wind blew over the bowed backs of the willows, so that they creaked again. It was not the weather for flying about in summer clothes; but fortunately the butterfly was not out in it. He had got a shelter by chance. It was in a room heated by a stove, and as warm as summer. He could exist here, he said, well enough.
"But it is not enough merely to exist," said he, "I need freedom, sunshine, and a little flower for a companion." Then he flew against the window-pane, and was seen and admired by those in the room, who caught him, and stuck him on a pin, in a box of curiosities. They could not do more for him.
"Now I am perched on a stalk, like the flowers," said the butterfly. "It is not very pleasant, certainly; I should imagine it is something like being married; for here I am stuck fast." And with this thought he consoled himself a little.
"That seems very poor consolation," said one of the plants in the room, that grew in a pot.
"Ah," thought the butterfly, "one can’t very well trust these plants in pots; they have too much to do with mankind."
英语童话：The brave tin soldier 勇敢的锡士兵
HERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were all brothers, for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered arms and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue. The first thing in the world they ever heard were the words, "Tin soldiers!" uttered by a little boy, who clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the box, in which they lay, was taken off.
They were given him for a birthday present, and he stood at the table to set them up. The soldiers were all exactly alike, excepting one, who had only one leg; he had been left to the last, and then there was not enough of the melted tin to finish him, so they made him to stand firmly on one leg, and this caused him to be very remarkable.
The table on which the tin soldiers stood, was covered with other playthings, but the most attractive to the eye was a pretty little paper castle. Through the small windows the rooms could be seen. In front of the castle a number of little trees surrounded a piece of looking-glass, which was intended to represent a transparent lake. Swans, made of wax, swam on the lake, and were reflected in it. All this was very pretty, but the prettiest of all was a tiny little lady, who stood at the open door of the castle; she, also, was made of paper, and she wore a dress of clear muslin, with a narrow blue ribbon over her shoulders just like a scarf. In front of these was fixed a glittering tinsel rose, as large as her whole face.
The little lady was a dancer, and she stretched out both her arms, and raised one of her legs so high, that the tin soldier could not see it at all, and he thought that she, like himself, had only one leg. "That is the wife for me," he thought; "but she is too grand, and lives in a castle, while I have only a box to live in, five-and-twenty of us altogether, that is no place for her. Still I must try and make her acquaintance." Then he laid himself at full length on the table behind a snuff-box that stood upon it, so that he could peep at the little delicate lady, who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance. When evening came, the other tin soldiers were all placed in the box, and the people of the house went to bed. Then the playthings began to have their own games together, to pay visits, to have sham fights, and to give balls. The tin soldiers rattled in their box; they wanted to get out and join the amusements, but they could not open the lid. The nut-crackers played at leap-frog, and the pencil jumped about the table. There was such a noise that the canary woke up and began to talk, and in poetry too. Only the tin soldier and the dancer remained in their places. She stood on tiptoe, with her legs stretched out, as firmly as he did on his one leg. He never took his eyes from her for even a moment. The clock struck twelve, and, with a bounce, up sprang the lid of the snuff-box; but, instead of snuff, there jumped up a little black goblin; for the snuff-box was a toy puzzle.
"Tin soldier," said the goblin, "don’t wish for what does not belong to you.
But the tin soldier pretended not to hear. "Very well; wait till to-morrow, then," said the goblin. When the children came in the next morning, they placed the tin soldier in the window. Now, whether it was the goblin who did it, or the draught, is not known, but the window flew open, and out fell the tin soldier, heels over head, from the third story, into the street beneath. It was a terrible fall; for he came head downwards, his helmet and his bayonet stuck in between the flagstones, and his one leg up in the air. The servant maid and the little boy went down stairs directly to look for him; but he was nowhere to be seen, although once they nearly trod upon him. If he had called out, "Here I am," it would have been all right, but he was too proud to cry out for help while he wore a uniform. Presently it began to rain, and the drops fell faster and faster, till there was a heavy shower. When it was over, two boys happened to pass by, and one of them said, "Look, there is a tin soldier. He ought to have a boat to sail in."
So they made a boat out of a newspaper, and placed the tin soldier in it, and sent him sailing down the gutter, while the two boys ran by the side of it, and clapped their hands. Good gracious, what large waves arose in that gutter! and how fast the stream rolled on! for the rain had been very heavy. The paper boat rocked up and down, and turned itself round sometimes so quickly that the tin soldier trembled; yet he remained firm; his countenance did not change; he looked straight before him, and shouldered his musket. Suddenly the boat shot under a bridge which formed a part of a drain, and then it was as dark as the tin soldier’s box. "Where am I going now?" thought he. "This is the black goblin’s fault, I am sure. Ah, well, if the little lady were only here with me in the boat, I should not care for any darkness."
Suddenly there appeared a great water-rat, who lived in the drain.
"Have you a passport?" asked the rat, "give it to me at once." But the tin soldier remained silent and held his musket tighter than ever. The boat sailed on and the rat followed it.
How he did gnash his teeth and cry out to the bits of wood and straw, "Stop him, stop him; he has not paid toll, and has not shown his pass." But the stream rushed on stronger and stronger. The tin soldier could already see daylight shining where the arch ended. Then he heard a roaring sound quite terrible enough to frighten the bravest man. At the end of the tunnel the drain fell into a large canal over a steep place, which made it as dangerous for him as a waterfall would be to us. He was too close to it to stop, so the boat rushed on, and the poor tin soldier could only hold himself as stiffly as possible, without moving an eyelid, to show that he was not afraid. The boat whirled round three or four times, and then filled with water to the very edge; nothing could save it from sinking. He now stood up to his neck in water, while deeper and deeper sank the boat, and the paper became soft and loose with the wet, till at last the water closed over the soldier’s head. He thought of the elegant little dancer whom he should never see again, and the words of the song sounded in his ears- "Farewell, warrior! ever brave, Drifting onward to thy grave."
Then the paper boat fell to pieces, and the soldier sank into the water and immediately afterwards was swallowed up by a great fish. Oh how dark it was inside the fish! A great deal darker than in the tunnel, and narrower too, but the tin soldier continued firm, and lay at full length shouldering his musket. The fish swam to and fro, making the most wonderful movements, but at last he became quite still. After a while, a flash of lightning seemed to pass through him, and then the daylight approached, and a voice cried out, "I declare here is the tin soldier." The fish had been caught, taken to the market and sold to the cook, who took him into the kitchen and cut him open with a large knife. She picked up the soldier and held him by the waist between her finger and thumb, and carried him into the room. They were all anxious to see this wonderful soldier who had travelled about inside a fish; but he was not at all proud. They placed him on the table, and- how many curious things do happen in the world!- there he was in the very same room from the window of which he had fallen, there were the same children, the same playthings, standing on the table, and the pretty castle with the elegant little dancer at the door; she still balanced herself on one leg, and held up the other, so she was as firm as himself. It touched the tin soldier so much to see her that he almost wept tin tears, but he kept them back. He only looked at her and they both remained silent. Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw him into the stove. He had no reason for doing so, therefore it must have been the fault of the black goblin who lived in the snuff-box. The flames lighted up the tin soldier, as he stood, the heat was very terrible, but whether it proceeded from the real fire or from the fire of love he could not tell. Then he could see that the bright colors were faded from his uniform, but whether they had been washed off during his journey or from the effects of his sorrow, no one could say. He looked at the little lady, and she looked at him. He felt himself melting away, but he still remained firm with his gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone. The tin soldier melted down into a lump, and the next morning, when the maid servant took the ashes out of the stove, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the little dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, which was burnt black as a cinder.
爱情不是数着日子过去，它让每个日子都变得有意义。一起来看看唯美的英文句子，仅供大家参考！谢谢！
关于唯美的英文句子1
1.All things are difficult before they are easy.凡事必先难后易。
2.East or west, home is best.东好西好，还是家里最好。
3.Four short words sum up what has lifted most successful individuals above the crowd: a little bit more.四个简短的词汇概括了成功的秘诀：多一点点！
4.From small beginning come great things.伟大始于渺小。
5.God helps those who help themselves.天助自助者。
6.Great hopes make great man. 伟大的理想造就伟大的人。
7.I feel happy at times we have had angry words but these have been kissed away.我们生气争执时，爱的双唇把它们吻得无影无踪，我的心也顿觉甜蜜。
8.In doing we learn.实践长才干。
9.Love is a fire which burns unseen.爱情是无形燃烧的火焰。 经典语句.
10.Nothing is impossible for a willing heart.心之所愿，无所不成。
11.One today is worth two tomorrows.一个今天胜似两个明天。
12.Storms make trees take deeper roots.风暴使树木深深扎根。
13.Tell me you are mine. I’ll be yours through all the years, till the end of time.请告诉我你是我的。岁岁年年，我都属于你，永远永远。
14.The shortest answer is doing.最简单的回答就是干。
15.The tongue is boneless but it breaks bones.舌无骨却能折断骨。
16.Truth never fears investigation.事实从来不怕调查。
17.Two heads are better than one.三个臭皮匠，顶个诸葛亮。
18.When the words "I love you" were said by you for the first time, my world blossoms.第一次听到你对我说"我爱你"，我的世界一瞬间鲜花绽开。
19.You cannot appreciate happiness unless you have known sadness too.不知道什么是忧伤，就不会真正感激幸福。
关于唯美的英文句子2
1、Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well.
任何值得做的，就把它做好。
2、Happiness is a way station between too much and too little.
幸福是太多和太少之间的一站。
3、In love folly is always sweet.
恋爱中，干傻事总是让人感到十分美妙。
4、The hard part isn’t making the decision. It’s living with it.
做出决定并不困难，困难的`是接受决定。
5、Your happy passer-by all knows, my distressed there is no place hides.
你的幸福路人皆知，我的狼狈无处遁形。
6、You may be out of my sight, but never out of my mind.
你也许已走出我的视线，但从未走出我的思念。
7、Love is not a maybe thing. You know when you love someone.
爱不是什么可能、大概、也许，一旦爱上了，自己是十分清楚的。
8、In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
到头来，你活了多少岁不算什么，重要的是，你是如何度过这些岁月的。
9、When the whole world is about to rain, let’s make it clear in our heart together.
当全世界约好一起下雨，让我们约好一起在心里放晴。
10、It’s better to be alone than to be with someone you’re not happy to be with.
宁愿一个人呆着，也不要跟不合拍的人呆一块。
11、Life is a journey, not the destination, but the scenery along the should be and the mood at the view.
人生就是一场旅行，不在乎目的地，在乎的应该是沿途的风景以及看风景的心情。
12、Time goes by so fast, people go in and out of your life. You must never miss the opportunity to tell these people how much they mean to you.
时间在流逝，生命中人来人往。不要错失机会，告诉他们在你生命中的意义。
13、I lied when I said I didn’t like you. I lied when I said I didn’t care. I lie every time I try to tell myself I will never fall for you.
我说不爱你，那是假话；我说不在乎，那是假话；我告诉自己对你再不会有感觉了，那也是假话。
14、One needs 3 things to be truly happy living in the world: some thing to do, some one to love, some thing to hope for.
要得到真正的快乐，我们只需拥有三样东西：有想做的事，有值得爱的人，有美丽的梦。
15、No matter how bad your heart has been broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief. The sun comes right back up the next day.
不管你有多痛苦，这个世界都不会为你停止转动。太阳依旧照样升起。
16、Accept what was and what is, and you’ll have more positive energy to pursue what will be.
接受过去和现在的模样，才会有能量去追寻自己的未来。
17、Until you make peace with who you are, you’ll never be content with what you have.
除非你能和真实的自己和平相处，否则你永远不会对已拥有的东西感到满足。
18、If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it. Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. －Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
要想射中靶，必须瞄准比靶略为高些，因为脱弦之箭都受到地心引力的影响。
19、If you wish to succeed, you should use persistence as your good friend, experience as your reference, prudence as your brother and hope as your sentry.
如果你希望成功，当以恒心为良友、以经验为参谋、以谨慎为兄弟、以希望为哨兵。
20、I’ll think of you every step of the way.
我会想你，在漫漫长路的每一步。
唯美的英文句子3
一、 The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart. 在这个世界上，男人最珍贵的财产就是一个女人的心。
二、 The people decided to forget don't see again full of excitement.决定忘记的人再见到就别再心潮澎湃了。
三、 如果你为着错过夕阳而哭泣，那么你就要错群星了。If you weeped for the missing sunset,you would miss all the shining stars.
四、 Obviously the rise is oxygen, but would rather lonely to suffocation.明明抬头就是氧气，却宁愿孤独到窒息。
五、 Time rolls on and youth is gone.时光如流水，青春不回头。
六、 凋谢是真实的 盛开只是一种过去。Fading is true while flowering is past.
七、 爱是永恒的，外表可能改变，但本质永远不变。Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.
八、 承诺常常很像蝴蝶,美丽的飞盘旋然后不见。Promises are often like the butterfly, which disappear after beautiful hover.
九、 Don't wait to have a lot, to share a bit. 不要等拥有许多后，才开始分享一些。
十、 Don't sleep too late. Don't laugh.别睡得太晚别笑得勉强。
十一、 Your obsession seems to be entangled in his eyes.你的执着在他眼里看起来可能是纠缠。
十二、 Remember: Friendship is like wine, it gets better as it grows older. 记得：友谊像醇酒，越久越浓。
十三、 尽管还不曾离开，我已对你朝思暮想！I miss you so much already and I haven't even left yet!
十四、 恋爱中，干傻事总是让人感到十分美妙。In love folly is always sweet.
十五、 你嫣然的微笑是我每日享受到的魅力。Your smiling at me is my daily dose of magic.
十六、 爱是一盏永不昏暗的明灯。Love is a light that never dims.
十七、 Don't wait to be lonely, to recognize the value of a friend. 不要等到寂寞了，才明白朋友的价值。
十八、 在回忆里继续梦幻不如在地狱里等待天堂。Dreaming in the memory is not as good as waiting for the paradise in the hell.
十九、 我的世界不允许你的消失,不管结局是否完美。No matter the ending is perfect or not, you cannot disappear from my world.
二十、 相爱的心息息相通，无需用言语倾诉。Love understands love; it needs no talk.
