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因為每學期都有英語說故事比賽，每次都要幫學生找，實在很麻煩。所以乾脆一次收集多一點，以後要用就有啦！
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The Lark Burying Its Father
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The Lark Burying Its Father
The Lark (according to an ancient legend) was created before the earth itself, and when her father died by a fell disease, as there was no earth, she could find for him no place of burial. She let him lie uninterred for five days, and on the sixth day, being in perplexity, she buried him in her own head. Hence she obtained her crest, which is popularly said to be her father's grave-hillock.
百靈鳥葬父親《伊索寓言》
據以前的傳說，百靈鳥是生於地球未形成之前的；牠父親死於一場惡病，那時因為沒有地球，牠找不到地方做墳墓。牠就停喪五天，直到第六天，牠心中慌亂，就將父親葬在牠自己的頭裡。因此，牠就得到牠的冠毛，大家都說這是牠父親的墳。
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The Legend
Long Ago, there was a bird who sang but just once in her life. From the moment she left the nest, she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree, never resting until she found one. Then she began to sing, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. But carry away in the rapturous honor song, she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn. As she was dying, she rose above her own agony to out-sing even the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and the whole world was captured to listen! And God, in His heaven smiles~
As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain. Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come. But when we push the thorn into our breast, We know…We understand…And still…we choose the pain of the thorn…
As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain. Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come. But when we push the thorn into our breast, We know…We understand…And still…we choose the pain of the thorn…
傳說
傳說中，有一種鳥一生只鳴唱一次，當牠離開巢穴的那一天起，就永不停歇地尋找著世上最長的荊棘。當牠找到時，就會將自己的胸膛朝著最長最尖的刺撞去，在最深最刻苦的痛中，引亢(口部)高歌，而這樣的歌聲，超越了牠自身的痛楚，聲音無與倫比，感人肺腑，就連世人以為聲音甜美的雲雀或夜鶯都不能與之相比，刺鳥從不懼死亡的降臨，以牠的生命作為換取世上最美麗歌聲的代價，而當我們迎向最深刻的痛，我們知道我們將無所畏懼，因為，
「唯有經歷著最深沉的痛楚，才能換取最美好的事物！」
「唯有經歷著最深沉的痛楚，才能換取最美好的事物！」
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One Good Turn Deserves Another
One good turn deserves another. That's the lesson five store clerks learned recently.
Every day a strange old man came to their supermarket to buy groceries. "Once he came in wearing only one shoe," recalled one of the clerks. And although he grumbled a lot and they often had to stand there listening to him, he was a nice old man. The clerks befriended him and even helped him carry his groceries. One day when he fell ill with cancer, they even visited him in the hospital. The old man turned out to be a retired doctor. And, of course, when he died, he didn't die a pauper. He left US$70,000 in his will to thank them for their kindness.
善有善報，是五名電員最近學到的一課。
每天，一位陌生的老先生都會到她們的超級市場來買雜貨。其中一名電員回想道：有一次他進來時只穿著一支鞋子。而雖然他常發牢騷並且她們的站在那裡聽他抱怨，他仍然是個心地不壞的老先生。那幾個電員帶他像朋友一樣，甚至還幫他拿他買的雜貨。有一天他罹患了癌症，她們還到醫院探望他。那位老先生原來是一名退休的醫生。當然，他臨終時並非是個窮光蛋。他在他的遺囑中留下七萬美元來感謝她們的好心。
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Peek-ing Duck
When I was 5 years old, my father was invited to go duck hunting with some business associates. He asked them if I could come along. They reluctantly agreed.
After the appropriate amount of preparation and training, we started to the duck blind a little before 5am. It was a perfect day for duck hunting, cold and wet. After hours of waiting, ducks were sighted flying toward the blind. The other hunters waited anxiously and quietly for them to come into firing range, but the excitement got the best of me. I jumped up with my toy rifle and in true machine-gun style shouted "Bla-da-da-da-dow!"
The ducks veered off safely and no more were to be seen that day. My father and I never went duck hunting again.
After the appropriate amount of preparation and training, we started to the duck blind a little before 5am. It was a perfect day for duck hunting, cold and wet. After hours of waiting, ducks were sighted flying toward the blind. The other hunters waited anxiously and quietly for them to come into firing range, but the excitement got the best of me. I jumped up with my toy rifle and in true machine-gun style shouted "Bla-da-da-da-dow!"
The ducks veered off safely and no more were to be seen that day. My father and I never went duck hunting again.
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The Ant And The Dove（螞蟻與鴿子）
One day a little ant was walking along the bank of a stream. His foot slipped and he fell into the water. “Oh, help, help!” cried the ant. A dove was sitting on a branch of a tree over the stream and heard his cry of help. “Oh, poor ant!” said the dove. “I will help the ant.”
The dove pulled off a leaf and dropped it near the ant. “Here is a leaf. Climb on it,” said the dove. The ant climbed on it at once and floated to the bank.
A few days after this a hunter found the dove and was going to shoot her. Just then the ant passed by and said to himself, “This time I must help the dove.” The ant ran to the hunter and bit his foot hard. The hunter sprang up and missed to shoot the dove. The dove said to the ant, “Thank you very much, my little friend. You have saved my life,” and she could fly away happily.
The dove pulled off a leaf and dropped it near the ant. “Here is a leaf. Climb on it,” said the dove. The ant climbed on it at once and floated to the bank.
A few days after this a hunter found the dove and was going to shoot her. Just then the ant passed by and said to himself, “This time I must help the dove.” The ant ran to the hunter and bit his foot hard. The hunter sprang up and missed to shoot the dove. The dove said to the ant, “Thank you very much, my little friend. You have saved my life,” and she could fly away happily.
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