丑小鸭的拼音怎么写的( 三 ) _丑小鸭

丑小鸭在池塘里。）Ugly Duckling: Oh,it is so cold.The water is frozen.I must keep swimming,or I will die.But I can't crack the ice.I can't swim.(A man sees the Ugly Duckling.)丑小鸭：噢，太冷了。
水都结冰了。我必须不停地游泳，要不我会死的。
但是我破不开冰。我没法游泳。
（一个人看见了丑小鸭。）Man: Oh,poor duckling!You are freezing.Don't worry.I will take you to my house.It is warm there.男人：喔，可怜的小鸭子！你冻僵了。
别担心，我会把你带回家。那儿很暖和。
（in the man's house）9在那个人的房子里）Ugly Duckling: It is very warm.I can move now.丑小鸭：真暧和。我现在能动了。
Cbildren: (laughing)Ha-ha!You are a big and ugly duckling.We don't like you.Go away！孩子们：（笑着说）哈哈！你是一只又大又难看的小鸭子。我们不喜欢你。
走开！Ugly Duckling: The children are bad to me.I am tired.I will run to the marsh.丑小鸭：孩子们对我一点儿都不好。我好累呀。
我要跑回沼泽去。（in a cold home by the water）（在水边冰冷的窝里）Ugly Duckling: It is cold here.(crying)I am alone.I am lonely.丑小鸭：这儿真冷呀。
（哭着说）就我一个人。我很孤独。
Act 4第四幕The Ugly Duckling Becomes a Swan丑小鸭变天鹅（Soon winter is past. It is spring.）（冬天很快过去了。春天来了。）
Ugly Duckling: Oh,it is warm.Look!The birds are singing.The sun is shining.But I am still alone.丑小鸭：哦，天气暖和了。看呐！鸟儿在唱歌。
太阴在照耀。可我还是一个人。
（The Ugly Duckling looks up and points at the sky.）。
6. "丑小鸭的故事英文版缩写"怎么样写 The Ugly Duckling One evening, the sun was just setting in with true splendor when 1)a flock of beautiful large birds appeared out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen anything so beautiful. They were dazzlingly white with long waving necks. They were swans and uttering a peculiar cry. They spread out their magnificent broad wings and flew away from the cold regions toward warmer lands and open seas. They 2)mounted so high, so very high, and the ugly little duckling became strangely uneasy. He circled around and around in the water like a wheel, 3)craning his neck out into the air after them. Then he uttered the shriek so 4)piercing and so strange that he was quite frightened by himself. Oh, he could not forget those beautiful birds, those happy birds and as soon as they were out of sight. He 5)ducked right down to the bottom and when he came up again, he was quite beside himself. He did not know what the birds were or where'd they flew. But all the same, he was more drawn towards them than he had ever been by any creatures before. He did not envy them in the least. How could it occur to him even to wish to be such a marvelous beauty? He wouldn't be thankful if only the ducks would have tolerated him among them, the poor ugly creature. Early in the morning, a peasant came along and saw him, he went out onto the ice and hammered a hole in it with his heavy wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. There, it soon 6)revived. The children wanted to play with it. But the duckling thought they were going to ill use him and rushed in and he frightened to the milk-pan, and the milk 7)spurted out all over the room. The woman shrieked and threw up her hands. Then it flew to the butter-cask and down into the meal-tub and out again. Oh, just imagine what it looked like by this time. The woman screamed and tried to hit it with the 8)tongs, and the children 9)tumbled over one another in trying to catch it, and they screamed with laughter. By good luck, the door stood open and the duckling flew out among the bushes and the new fallen snow. And it lay there, thoroughly exhausted, but it would be too sad to mention all the privation and misery had to go through during that hard winter. When the sun began to shine warmly again, the duckling was in a marsh, lying among the rushes. The larks were singing, and the beautiful spring had come. Then all at once, it raised its wings and they flapped with much greater strength than before and bore him off vigorously. Before he knew where he was, he found himself in a large garden with the apple trees were in full blossom. And the air was scentedly with lilacs, the long branches of which overhung the indented shores of the lake. Oh, the spring freshness was so delicious. Just in front of him, he saw three beautiful white swans advancing towards him from a 10)thicket. With 11)rustling feathers, they swam lightly over the water. The duckling recognized the majestic birds, and he was overcome by a strange melancholy. “I will fly to them, the royal birds, and they will hack me to pieces because I who am so ugly venture to approach them. But it won't matter. Better to be killed by them than be snacked up by the ducks, 12)pecked by the hens, or 13)spurned by the hen wife, or suffer so much misery in the winter.” So he flew into the water and swam towards the stately swans. They saw him and darted toward him with ruffled feathers. “Kill me, oh, kill me.” said the poor creature. And bowing his head towards the water, he awaited his death. But what did he see? Reflected in the transparent water, he saw below him his own image, but he was no longer a clumsy dark gray bird, ugly and ungainly. He was himself, a swan. 。