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英语寓言故事演讲稿 篇1
In days of yore, a mighty runmbling was heard in a mountain. It was said to be in labor, and multitudes flocked together, from far and near, to see what it would produce. After long expectation and many wise conjectures from the by-standers -- out popped a Mouse! The story applies those magnificent promises end in a paltry performance.
英语寓言故事演讲稿 篇2
The miser and his gold Once upon a time there was a miser. He hid his gold under a tree. Every week he used to dig it up.
One night a robber stole all the gold. When the miser came again, he found nothing but an empty hole.
He was surprised, and then burst into tears.All the neighbors gathered around him.
He told them how he used to come and visit his gold. "Did you ever take any broke them easily. He then addressed them in these words: "My sons, if you are of one mind, and unite to assist each other, you will be as this faggot, uninjured by all the attempts of your enemies; but if you are divided among yourselves, you will be broken as easily as these sticks.
英语寓言故事演讲稿 篇3
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.
英语寓言故事演讲稿 篇4
A man walking in the night slipped from a rock. Afraid that he would fall down thousands of feet, because he knew that place was a very deep valley, he took hold of a branch that was hanging over the rock. In the night all he couls see was a bottomless abyss. He shouted, his own shout reflected back——there was nobody to hear. You can imagine that man and his whole night of scare. Every moment there
was death, his hands were becoming cold, he was losing his grip...... and as the sun came out he looked down and he laughed. There was no abyss. Just six inches
down there was a rock. He could have rested the whole night, slept well——the rock was big enough——but the whole night was a nightmare.
Fear is only six inches deep. Now it is up to you whether you want to go on
cling to the branch and turn your life into a nightmare, or whether you would love to leave the branch and stand on your feet. There is nothing to fear.