Question

英语小故事，要英文并翻译

大约5个左右
不要太长，读起来差不多3、4分钟
要有意义的，最好是简单易懂

Answer 1

A Wolf had been gorging on an animal he had killed, when suddenly a small bone in the meat stuck in his throat and he could not swallow it. He soon felt terrible pain in his throat, and ran up and down groaning and groaning and seeking for something to relieve the pain. He tried to induce every one he met to remove the bone. “I would give anything,” said he, “if you would take it out.” At last the Crane agreed to try, and told the Wolf to lie on his side and open his jaws as wide as he could. Then the Crane put its long neck down the Wolf's throat, and with its beak loosened the bone, till at last it got it out.
“Will you kindly give me the reward you promised?” said the Crane. The Wolf grinned and showed his teeth and said: “Be content. You have put your head inside a Wolf's mouth and taken it out again in safety; that ought to be reward enough for you.”
Gratitude and greed go not together.

狼和鹤
一只狼在吞咽刚杀掉的一只动物，忽然一块肉里的小骨头扎进了它的喉咙，吞不进去，吐不出来，疼得它上蹿下跳。狼呻吟着去找人减轻它的痛苦，它尝试劝诱每一个遇见的人帮它把骨头取出来，“如果有人能帮我取出骨头，我愿意给它任何东西。”最终有只鹤同意帮它，它让狼侧身躺着，将嘴尽量张大，然后把自己的长脖子伸入到狼的喉咙中，用嘴啄松了骨头，将它取了出来。
“请给我您承诺过的奖励吧”鹤说，狼龇着钢牙冷笑到，“你就知足吧，刚才你把头放进一只狼的嘴里，并且安然无恙的拿了出来，这对你已经是最大的奖励了。”
贪婪的人不懂得感恩。

Three bulls fed in a field together in the greatest peace and harmony. A lion had long watched them in the hope of seizing them, but found that there was little chance for him so long as they all kept together .He therefore began secretly to spread evil and slanderous reports of one against the other, till he had formed a jealousy and distrust amongst them. No sooner did the lion see that they avoided one another, and fed each by himself apart, then he fell upon them, and so made an easy prey of them all.
The quarrels of friends are the opportunities of foes.

狮子和牛
有三头牛，他们极其友好和睦地在一起在野外吃草，一头狮子窥视了很久，想逮住他们，但是觉得只要他们聚在一起，就得不到机会。因此他开始暗地里散布流言蜚语，说这一个跟另一个作对，直到他们之间制造了妒忌和不信任。狮子一看到他们各奔东西、分头吃草的时候，就马上向他们一个一个的进攻了。这样他就轻而易举地把他们全吃光了。
朋友间的不知，就是敌人进攻的机会。

A man who lost his axe suspected his neighbor’s son of stealing it. To him, as he observed the boy, the way he lad walked, the expression on his face, the manner of his speech-in fact everything about his appearance and behavior betrayed that he had stolen the axe.
Not long afterwards the man found his axe while digging in his cellar. When he saw his neighbor’s son again, nothing about the boy’s behavior nor appearance seemed to suggest that he had stolen the axe.

亡斧疑邻
从前有一个丢失斧子的人，怀疑是邻居的儿子偷了斧子。看到他走路，像偷斧子的样子；看他的脸色，像偷斧子的样子；听到他讲话，也像偷斧子的样子。总之，他的动作态度，没有一样不像偷斧子的样子。后来他在挖掘山沟的时候，找到了斧子。过了几天，再看邻居的儿子，他的动作态度都不像偷斧子的样子了。

"The Frog and the Ox".

“Oh Father,” said a little Frog to the big one sitting by the side of a pool, “I have seen such a terrible monster! It was as big as a mountain, with horns on its head, and a long tail, and it had hoofs divided in two.”
“Tush, child, tush,” said the old Frog, “that was only Farmer White’s Ox. It isn't so big either; he may be a little bit taller than I, but I could easily make myself quite as broad; just you see.” So he blew himself out, and blew himself out, and blew himself out. “Was he as big as that?” asked he.
“Oh, much bigger than that,” said the young Frog. Again the old one blew himself out and asked the young one if the Ox was as big as that. “Bigger, father, bigger,” was the reply. So the Frog took a deep breath, and blew and blew and blew, and swelled and swelled and swelled. And then he said: “I’m sure the Ox is not as big as...” But at this moment he burst.
Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction.

青蛙和公牛
“爸爸，爸爸，”一只小青蛙对着一只坐在水池边的大青蛙喊，“我看见了一头可怕的妖怪！它像一座山，头上长着犄角，有长长的尾巴，它的蹄子一分两瓣。”
“切！”老青蛙不屑地说：“孩子，那只不过是农夫怀特家的公牛，它也没有那么大，它或许比我高那么一点点，但是我很容易就能变得和他一样宽，你看着，”青蛙爸爸开始吹起他的肚皮，一点点得变大，“它像这么大吗？”青蛙爸爸问儿子。
“比这大，爸爸”小青蛙回答，老青蛙又把自己吹大一点，“再大点，爸爸，再大点”，小青蛙依然不满意，于是老青蛙深吸一口气，吹啊吹啊，肚皮长啊长啊，“我敢肯定，那头公牛一定没有....”话未说完，老青蛙就爆炸了。
自大可以导致自我毁灭。

"The Two Pots".

There were two pots on the bank of a river. One was made of brass, and the other was made of clay.
When the water rose they both floated off down the river. The earthen pot tried to stay away from the brass one. So the brass pot cried out, "Fear nothing, friend, I will not hit you."
"But I may come in contact with you," said the earthen pot. "If I come too close, whether I hit you or you hit me, I shall suffer for it."
After that the earthen pot floated away.

两口锅
河中漂流着一个瓦锅和一个铜锅。
每当潮涨潮落时，瓦锅就尽量地远离铜锅。铜锅大叫：“别害怕，朋友，我不会撞你的。
“但是我有可能会和你接触，”瓦锅对铜锅说,“如果我离你太近，无论是你碰到我，或者是我自己不小心碰到你，我都会碎的。”
然后，瓦锅就漂走了。

Answer 2

A painter hangs his or her finished pictures on a wall, and everyone can see it. A composer writes a work, but no one can hear it until it is performed. Professional singers and players have great responsibilities, for the composer is utterly dependent on them. A student of music needs as long and as arduous a training to become a performer as a medical student needs to become a doctor. Most training is concerned with technique, for musicians have to have the muscular proficiency of an athlete or a ballet dancer. Singers practice breathing every day, as their vocal chords would be inadequate without controlled muscular support. String players practice moving the fingers of the left hand up and down, while drawing the bow to and fro with the right arm—two entirely different movements.

Singers and instruments have to be able to get every note perfectly in tune. Pianists are spared（free of ） this particular anxiety, for the notes are already there, waiting for them, and it is the piano tuner’s responsibility to tune the instrument for them. But they have their own difficulties; the hammers that hit the string have to be coaxed not to sound like percussion, and each overlapping tone has to sound clear.

This problem of getting clear texture is one that confronts student conductors: they have to learn to know every note of the music and how its should sound, and they have to aim at controlling these sound with fanatical but selfless authority.

Technique is of no use unless it is combined with musical knowledge and understanding. Great artists are those who are so thoroughly at home in the language of music that they can enjoy performing works written in any century.
Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel.
All claimed that they were the best.
The most important.
The most useful.
The favorite.

Green said:
"Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."

Blue interrupted:
"You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."

Yellow chuckled:
"You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."

Orange started next to blow her trumpet:
"I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."

Red could stand it no longer he shouted out:
"I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."

Purple rose up to his full height:
He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey."

Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination:
"Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."
And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak:
"You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me."

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.
The rain continued:
"From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow." And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another.