英语小报的英文怎么写

The Selfish Giant

Every afternoon, as the children were coming back from school, they used to go and play in the giant's garden

It was a beautiful large garden Beautiful flowers grew in the grass There were twelve fruit trees In the spring the fruit trees were covered with red and white flowers, and later in the year they bore rich fruit The birds sang in the trees so sweetly that sometimes the children stopped their games and listened to them "How happy we are here!" they cried to each other

One day the giant came back He had been away for seven years When he arrived, he saw the children playing in his garden "What are you doing here" he cried in a very loud voice The children ran away

"My own garden is my own garden," said the giant "I will allow no one to play in it but myself "So he built a high wall round it and put up a notice: Keep out He was a very selfish giant

So the children had nowhere to play They tried to play on the road, but the road was dusty and full of hard stone, and they did not like it They wandered round the high walls when their lessons were finished and talked about the beautiful garden inside "How happy we were there!" they said to each other

The spring came, and there were flowers and little birds all over the country But in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was till winter the birds did not like to sing in it because there were no children, and the trees forgot to bear flowers Snow covered up the grass, and ice covered all the trees with silver The north wind came, and driving rain

"I can't understand why the spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant as he sat at the window of his house and looked out at his cold white garden "I hope that there will be a change in the weather"

But the spring never came, nor the summer When there was golden fruit in every other garden, there was no fruit in the the giant's garden It was always winter there with the north wind, and snow, and ice, and driving rain

The giant was lying in bed one morning when he heard some beautiful music It was a little bird singing outside his window It was so long since he had heard the song of a bird that it seemed to him the most beautiful music in the world Then the north wind and the rain stopped

"I believe that spring has come at last!" said the giant He jumped out of bed and looked out

What did he see

He saw a most wonderful sight The children had come in though a hole in the wall and were sitting in the branches of the trees There was a little child in every tree that he could see The trees were so glad to have the children back that they had covered themselves with flowers: the birds were flying about and singing with joy, and flowers were looking up through the green grass

A little boy was standing in the farthest corner of the garden He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, but was wandering round it and weeping That tree was still covered with ice and snow

"How selfish I have been!" said the giant "Now I know why the spring would not come here I'll put the little boy on the top of the tree Then I'll pull down the wall and my garden shall be a children's playground for ever" He was really sorry for what he had done

So he went down: he opened the door very quietly, and went out into the garden But, when the children saw him, they were afraid and ran away Only the little boy did not run: his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the giant coming The giant came quietly behind him He took the little boy gently in his hand and put him up into the tree Then the tree was suddenly covered with flowers, and the birds came and sang in it, and the little boy put his arms round the giant's neck and kissed him

The other children saw that giant was not bad and selfish now, so they came running back

"It's your garden now, little children," said the giant, and he pulled down the wall

When the people were going along the road to the town, they found the giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen

The children played all day, and in the evening they came to the giant to say goodbye to him

"But where is your little friend" he said "Where is the little boy I put in the tree" The giant loved him best because the little boy had kissed him

"We don't know," answered the children "he has gone away"

"You must tell him to come tomorrow, he must come tomorrow" "We don't know where he lives We had never seen him before" The giant felt very sad

Every afternoon when school ended, the children came and played with the giant But the little boy whom the giant loved was never seen again The giant was very kind to all the children, but he did want to see his first little friend "How much I would like to see him!" he said

Years went by, and the giant became very old and weak He could not play in the garden now; so he sat in a big chair and watched the children at their games and looked at his beautiful garden "I have many beautiful flowers," he said, "but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all"

One morning, when he was dressing himself, he looked out of the window He did not hate the winter now, because he knew that the spring was sleeping and the flowers were resting: he knew that they would come again

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes; he looked again at the wonderful sight! In the farthest corner of the garden there was a tree quite covered with beautiful white flowers Its branches were golden, and silver fruit hung down from them And the little boy whom he loved was standing under the tree

He ran out into the garden: he hurried across the grass and came near the child When he came quite close, his face became red with anger and he said, "Who has dared to wound you" There were marks on the child's hands, and on the little feet

"Who had dared to wound you" cried the giant "Tell me and I will take my sword and kill him!"

"No," said the child, "These are the wounds of love"

"Who are you" said the giant He was afraid, and knelt before the little child

"You once let me play in your garden," said the child "Today you'll come with me into my garden in heaven"

When the children came into the garden on that afternoon, they found the giant lying dead under the tree, covered with white flowers

English tabloid。

_⒂镄”ㄓ⑽男次:English tabloid。

_abloid:n小报(版面通常比大报小一半)；通俗小报(文短图多，内容多为名人逸事，常被视为不太严 肃)；adi摘要的，缩编的；小报式的；轰动性的，扼要的；复数:tabloids；派生词: tabloid adj。

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古诗词英语翻译：春思

　李白

　燕草如碧丝， 秦桑低绿枝。

　当君怀归日， 是妾断肠时。

　春风不相识， 何事入罗帏。

　in spring

　li bai

　your grasses up north are as blue as jade,

　our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;

　and at last you think of returning home,

　now when my heart is almost broken…

　o breeze of the spring, since i dare not know you,

　why part the silk curtains by my bed

古诗词英语翻译：望岳

　杜甫

　岱宗夫如何， 齐鲁青未了。

　造化钟神秀， 阴阳割昏晓。

　荡胸生层云， 决眥入归鸟。

　会当凌绝顶， 一览众山小。

　a view of taishan

　du fu

　what shall i say of the great peak --

　the ancient dukedoms are everywhere green,

　inspired and stirred by the breath of creation,

　with the twin forces balancing day and night

　…i bare my breast toward opening clouds,

　i strain my sight after birds flying home

　when shall i reach the top and hold

　all mountains in a single glance

古诗词英语翻译：赠卫八处士

　杜甫

　人生不相见， 动如参与商。

　今夕复何夕， 共此灯烛光。

　少壮能几时， 鬓发各已苍。

　访旧半为鬼， 惊呼热中肠。

　焉知二十载， 重上君子堂。

　昔别君未婚， 儿女忽成行。

　怡然敬父执， 问我来何方。

　问答乃未已， 驱儿罗酒浆。

　夜雨剪春韭， 新炊间黄粱。

　主称会面难， 一举累十觞。

　十觞亦不醉， 感子故意长。

　明日隔山岳， 世事两茫茫。

　to my retired friend wei

　du fu

　it is almost as hard for friends to meet

　as for the morning and evening stars

　tonight then is a rare event,

　joining, in the candlelight,

　two men who were young not long ago

　but now are turning grey at the temples

　…to find that half our friends are dead

　shocks us, burns our hearts with grief

　we little guessed it would be twenty years

　before i could visit you again

　when i went away, you were still unmarried;

　but now these boys and girls in a row

　are very kind to their father's old friend

　they ask me where i have been on my journey;

　and then, when we have talked awhile,

　they bring and show me wines and dishes,

　spring chives cut in the night-rain

　and brown rice cooked freshly a special way

　…my host proclaims it a festival,

　he urges me to drink ten cups --

　but what ten cups could make me as drunk

　as i always am with your love in my heart

　…tomorrow the mountains will separate us;