作者：威廉·H.爱尔森,卢娜·E.伦克尔
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CONTENTS01 SILENT READING PICTURE STORY
02 ALICE AND THE BLUEBIRD
03 THE BLUEBIRD
04 HOW LITTLE BROWN BEAR GOT READY FOR WINTER
05 HOW WEST WIND HELPED DANDELION
06 THE FOOLISH FOX
07 WHAT TINY RAINDROP DID
08 RAIN
09 HOW THE CRAB FOOLED THE FOX
10 THE LITTLE GRAY LAMB
11 THE BOY’S CASTLE
12 A MOTHER’S SONG
13 THE OLD MAN AND HIS GOLD
14 SELLING SNOWBALL
15 THE BOY WHO NEEDED NO HELP
16 NIGHT AND DAY
17 RUNAWAY BROOK
18 HOW LITTLE RABBIT WENT SOUTH
19 DRAKESTAIL
20 THE STAR MONEY
21 THE CUP OF MILK
22 THE TOP AND THE BALL
23 SNOW-FLAKES
24 THE LITTLE BLACK POT
25 GEORGE WASHINGTON’S BIRTHDAY PARTY
26 HELPING EACH OTHER
27 JACK’S THANKSGIVING
28 THE LITTLE ENGINE
29 ROBIN’S CHRISTMAS SONG
30 GOOD NIGHT!
返回总目录01 SILENT READING PICTURE STORYWhat do the boy and girl see?
Have you seen any of them before?
Where will you find them by and by?02 ALICE AND THE BLUEBIRD
Once there was a little girl named Alice.
She lived in a big white house.
Near the house was a pretty garden where Alice played.
Alice liked to see the birds and the bees.
She liked to see the butterflies, too.
A bluebird came to the garden.
He sang and sang to Alice.
One day he told her an old, old story.
This is the story he told:
Once there was a little brown worm who lived in a big garden.
He crawled from flower to flower.
The little worm was not happy.
“I don’t want to be a brown worm,” he said. “I want to be a flower.
How can I turn into a flower? I will ask the bees.”
Just then the little worm saw a bee.
The bee was flying from flower to flower.
The worm said to the bee, “I don’t want to be a worm.
I want to be a pretty flower.
Will you tell me how I can turn into a flower?”
The bee said, “I can not tell you, Little Worm, because I do not know.
Why don’t you ask the flowers?
Buzz, buzz. Good-bye.”
The little worm crawled away.
At the other side of the garden the worm found a big, yellow rose.
He crawled up the stem of the rose.
Then he said, “Pretty rose, I want to be a flower.
Can you tell me how to turn into a flower?”
The rose could not tell him, and so he went right down again.
He crawled up the stem of a lily, but she could not tell him.
He went right down again.
Then the worm crawled up the stem of a dandelion and asked her, too.
She could not tell him how to turn into a flower.
“Oh, dear, oh, dear, what shall I do?” cried the little worm.
Just then the little worm saw a fairy.
“Oh, Fairy.” he said, “I want to be a flower.
Can you tell me how to turn into a pretty flower?”
The fairy said, “I can not tell you.
Go to the fairy of the clovers.
She dances in the meadow all day long.
I think she can tell you how to turn into a pretty flower.”
The little worm said, “Oh, thank you, kind Fairy.”
Then he crawled away to the meadow.
In the meadow the little worm found the clover fairy.
He told her what he wanted.
She said, “I will help you to turn into a pretty flower.
First, find a four-leaf clover.
Then bring it to me, and I will tell you how to get your wish.”
The worm looked and looked.
At last he found a four-leaf clover in a corner of the meadow.
He took it to the fairy.
She said, “Little Worm, you must make a bed to sleep in.
When it is made, you must go to sleep and dream that you are a flower.
Then my color fairies will dance around you three times and make some wishes.”
The little worm worked and worked.
At last his bed was ready, and he went to sleep in it.
The color fairies danced around him three times and made their wishes.
One wished the worm would turn into a flower.
One wished he would be a yellow flower.
Another wished he would be blue.
The last fairy wished he would be brown.
Then the fairies danced away.
The little brown worm slept in his bed for a long time.
At last he waked up.
He was not a worm now.
He was not a flower, but he was as pretty as a flower.
He was yellow and blue and brown.
He flew in the sunshine.
How beautiful he was!
He was a butterfly.
“That is all of my story,” said the blue- bird to Alice.
“It was a good story,” she said.
“Will you tell me another one?”
The bluebird said, “Not today, Alice.
I must fly home now.”
As he flew away, Alice called to him, “Good-bye, Bluebird. Come again soon.”
The bluebird liked Alice.
He came to see her again soon.—— Patten Beard03 THE BLUEBIRD
Over in the meadow,
In a hole in the tree,
Lived a mother bluebird
And her little birdies three.
“Sing!” said the mother;
“We sing,” said the three.
So they sang and were glad
In the hole in the tree.—— Olive A. Wadsworth04 HOW LITTLE BROWN BEAR GOT READY FOR WINTER
One morning in the fall Little Brown Bear sat under a big tree.
Bluebird came to see him.
She said, “Good-bye, Little Brown Bear.
Winter is coming, and I am going South, where it is warm.
I will come back next spring.”
Little Bear did not want winter to come.
He could not go to the warm South.
He thought for a long time.
At last he said, “I will go and talk with Mr. Turtle.”
On the way he met Mrs. Duck.
“Winter will be here soon,” she said.
“I am going South with my friends. I was coming to say good-bye to you.”
Little Brown Bear went with Mrs. Duck to the pond. There were many ducks on the pond.
“Quack, quack, quack!” they said.
What a great noise they made!
Mrs. Duck swam out on the pond to her friends.
They all flew up in the air together.
Away they went to the South.
Little Brown Bear started off again to look for Mr. Turtle.
He could not find Mr. Turtle anywhere.
Little Bear looked for Mr. Frog, but Mr. Frog was gone, too.
Little Bear walked on and on.
By and by he found Bobbie Beaver.
Bobbie Beaver said, “I can not stop to talk with you.
I am getting food for winter.
I shall take it to the bottom of the pond.
Mr. Frog and Mr. Turtle are there.
They are asleep in the mud, and they will stay there all winter.
They said to tell you good-bye.
Don’t you hear someone calling you?
I think it is your mother.”
Little Brown Bear ran home to his mother.
She was near a tree that had a big hole in it.
“I have been calling you, Little Bear,” she said.
“Come and help me get ready for winter.
We will put leaves into this hole.
They will make a soft, warm bed.
We will sleep on them all winter.”
Little Brown Bear said, “I will help you, Mother.
Bobbie Beaver is getting ready for winter.
Mr. Frog and Mr. Turtle are asleep in the mud at the bottom of the pond.
We must get ready for winter, too.”
Little Brown Bear helped his mother put leaves into the hole in the tree.
When the soft, warm bed was ready, they both crawled into it.
They slept there all winter.—— Myrtle Jamison Trachsel05 HOW WEST WIND HELPED DANDELION
A dandelion plant grew in the grass outside a garden wall.
Her leaves were green, and her flowers were bright yellow.
Dandelion was as happy as she could be, because she had many friends.
The raindrops, the sun, and the winds were her friends.
The raindrops gave her all the water she wanted to drink.
The sun kept her warm.
The winds came to play with her.
Dandelion had many flower friends, too.
The clovers lived near her, by the road.
Some garden flowers lived near her, on the other side of the wall.
By and by one of Dandelion’s yellow flowers was gone.
Instead of a flower there was a white ball.
The ball was made of little seeds, and the little seeds had wings.
One day Dandelion saw two children in the garden.
Each of them had a little basket.
They were picking the ripe seeds of the garden flowers.
They did not take Dandelion’s seeds.
By and by May said, “I have picked all the ripe seeds I see.”
George said, “I have picked some, too.”
Then May said, “We will take them all to Mother.
She will keep them until next spring.
Then we can plant them.”
Dandelion watched May and George put the seeds into their little baskets.
Then the children went into the house.
Dandelion thought about what May and George had said.
She knew that they were going to plant the flower seeds next spring.
She wanted her seeds planted, too.
“My seeds are as ripe as the seeds of the garden flowers,” said Dandelion.
“I wish that May and George would come and pick my seeds. Then they could be planted next spring.”
Dandelion felt very sad.
Just then Robin saw her.
“Cheer up! Cheer up!” sang Robin.
Dandelion said, “I can not cheer up. No one will plant my seeds.”
“Wait and see,” said Robin.
“Maybe someone will plant them for you.”
“Oh, who will take my seeds?” thought Dandelion, when Robin flew away.
Just then West Wind came along.
“Oh, dear West Wind, who will take my seeds?” asked Dandelion.
“I want them planted next spring.”
West Wind said, “I will take your seeds and plant them for you.”
“Oh, thank you!” said Dandelion.
“But how will you take them?”
West Wind said, “I will take your ripe seeds by their little wings.
I will plant them in many places where there are no dandelions now.”
“What a kind friend you are,” said Dandelion.
West Wind said, “I like to plant seeds. I plant many seeds every year.”
How happy Dandelion was when West Wind called, “Ready. One, two, three. Go!”
Then West Wind blew hard.
Away flew the seeds on their little wings.
Dandelion saw some of her seeds near her.
She saw many of them flying in the air.
West Wind said, “I will blow some of your seeds far, far away.”
Dandelion watched the seeds fly far away.
Then Robin came to see Dandelion again.
He sang, “Cheer up! Cheer up!”
Dandelion said, “I am very happy now, dear Robin.
West Wind took my seeds.
He will plant them, and they will grow next spring.”
Robin sang a song to Dandelion.
Then Dandelion went to sleep.—— Emilie Poulsson06 THE FOOLISH FOX
One fine day a fox was out walking.
By and by he came to a fence. He looked through the fence and saw some ripe grapes.
“I shall have grapes for my supper,” he said.
“I will come back and get them when everyone is asleep.”
The fox came back at night, but he could not get the grapes.
They were on the other side of the fence.
He could not crawl through the fence.
He tried and tried, but at last he had to give it up.
Then he said, “I am so tired that I can not go home now.
I will sleep for a little while.”
The fox went to sleep and dreamed that he was very thin.
He dreamed that he crawled through the fence.
When he waked up, he said, “I will go home and grow thin.
I will not eat anything.
Then I shall grow so thin that I can crawl through the fence.”
The fox did not eat anything for three days.
He grew very thin. But he grew very hungry, too. He went back and crawled through the fence.
Then he ate all the grapes that he wanted.
He ate so many that he grew very fat.
The fox was so fat that he could not crawl through the fence to go home.
“How foolish I have been!” he said.
“Now I must grow thin again.
I can not eat anything.
Oh, where can I hide while I am growing thin?
I will hide under the grape vines in the corner.”
The fox hid under the grape vines for three days.
He did not eat anything, and he grew very thin.
Then he crawled through the fence and went home.
“I will never be so foolish again,” he said.—— A Hebrew Tale07 WHAT TINY RAINDROP DID
Once there was a farmer who had a big field of corn.
Every day he went to look at it.
He needed corn for his pigs and his chickens.
The hot sun came down on the field, but the rain did not come.
The corn could not grow until it had rain.
Away up in the sky some raindrops were playing.
Tiny Raindrop looked down and saw the farmer.
She said, “I am sorry for the farmer.
His corn can not grow.”
The farmer looked at his corn, and he felt very sad.
“Maybe I can help the farmer,” said Tiny Raindrop.
“Ha, ha!” laughed Big Raindrop. “What can you do?
You are only a little raindrop.”
Tiny Raindrop said, “I know that I am very little.
But I will do all I can.
Here I go! Good-bye, dear raindrops!”
Down went Tiny Raindrop from her home in the sky.
Down, down, she went until she fell right on the farmer’s nose.
“What is this?” said the farmer. “A raindrop. How fine that is!
Maybe we shall have a good rain.
Then the corn will grow up tall.
There will be plenty to eat in our barnyard this winter.”
All the other raindrops watched Tiny Raindrop go down.
One said, “I have played long enough up here.
I think I shall follow Tiny Raindrop.”
“I am going, too,” said a second raindrop.
“Wait for me,” called another.
“Here I come,” shouted Big Raindrop.
Down went the raindrops faster and faster.
Soon there was plenty of rain.
The corn began to grow, and the farmer was happy.—— Old Tale08 RAIN
The rain is raining all around.
It falls on field and tree;
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.—— Robert Louis Stevenson09 HOW THE CRAB FOOLED THE FOX
One summer day a crab lay on the warm sand.
“How happy I am,” he said. “I have everything I want.”
Just then he saw a fox coming along.
“How do you do, Mr. Fox,” the crab said.
“What a fine warm day this is!”
The fox sat down by the crab and began to make fun of him.
“How many legs you have!” said the fox.
“Why do you have so many!
I have only four legs, but I can run faster than you can. Will you run a race?”
“I never ran a race, Mr. Fox, but I think I could,” said the crab.
“Then run with me,” said the fox.
“You have more legs than I. You should win the race.”
How the fox laughed!
The crab said, “I have more legs than you, but you have a tail, instead.
It stands up in the air, and the wind blows it. The wind will blow you along.
Your tail will help you win. You must tie it down.”
“Well, tie my tail down,” said the fox.
“I do not need it when I race with you.”
The crab said, “I will tie your tail to your coat.”
“That is a good plan,” said the fox.
“When you are ready, we will go.
Let us run to the gate of Farmer Brown’s meadow.”
The crab tied the fox’s tail to his coat.
Then the crab held on to the tail.
Off ran the fox as fast as he could go.
Soon the fox was very near the gate.
“Foolish little crab,” he said. “He can not win a race with me.”
The fox turned around to look for the crab.
The crab was holding on to the fox’s tail! When the crab saw the fox looking at him, he gave a jump to the gate. He was there first! Then he laughed at the fox. The fox ran home.—— A Chinese Tale10 THE LITTLE GRAY LAMB
There was once a little gray lamb who was not happy.
His friends in the meadow said to him, “Come and play with us.”
But the lamb would not go.
Instead of playing, he stayed near his mother and cried.
What did the little lamb do?
“Why do you cry?” asked the old mother sheep.
“Oh, Mother,” said the lamb, “I am not happy.
The other lambs have white wool, but my wool is gray. I want white wool, too.”
An old father sheep saw that the little lamb was crying.
“Look at my wool,” said the father sheep. “It is gray.
I like gray wool. You should like it, too.”
But the little lamb still cried very hard.
He would not play with the other lambs.
After a while the little gray lamb went away to a corner of the meadow.● • Why did the lamb cry?● • What did the father sheep tell him?
There he saw some vines on the fence.
The vines had pretty white flowers.
“Please give me some of your flowers,” said the lamb.
“I will make a white coat of the flowers.
All the other lambs have white coats.”
The vines shook their heads, and said, “How foolish you are, little lamb!
You should not want a white coat.
Your gray coat is just as pretty as the white coats of the other lambs.”
The lamb did not get any flowers.
The little gray lamb went on.
He found a white hen on the gate.● • What did the lamb want the vines to do?● • What did the vines tell him?
“Please, Mrs. Hen,” said the lamb, “give me some white feathers. You have plenty.
I want to make a white coat.
All the other lambs have white coats.
I am very sad, because my coat is gray.”
“How foolish you are, little lamb!” said the hen.
“I have seen many brown chickens.
I have seen yellow chickens, too.
What did the lamb ask the hen to do?
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