英语小作文小故事十句【一】
窗子上有一株绿玫瑰花。不久以前它还是一副青春焕发的样子，但是现在它却现出了病容，在害某种病。
它身上有一批客人在一口一口地把它吃掉。要不是因为这个缘故，这一群穿着绿制服的朋友们倒是蛮好看的。
我和这些客人中的一位谈过话。他的年纪还不过三天，但是已经是一个老爷爷了。你知道他讲过什么话吗?他讲的全是真话。他讲着关于他自己和这一群朋友的事情。
“我们是世界生物中一个最了不起的队伍。在温暖的季节里，我们生出活泼的小孩子。天气非常好;我们立刻就订了婚，马上举行婚礼。天气冷的时候，我们就生起蛋来。小家伙在那里面睡得才舒服哩。最聪明的动物是蚂蚁。我们非常尊敬他们。他们研究和打量我们，但是并不马上把我们吃掉，而是把我们的蛋搬走，放在他们家族的共同蚁窟里的最低的一层楼上，同时在我们身上打下标记和号数，把我们一个挨着一个地、一层堆上一层地排好，以便每天能有一个新的生物从蛋里孵出来;然后就把我们关进栅栏里，捏着我们的后腿，挤出我们的奶，直到我们死去为止。这可是痛快啦!他们送我们一个最好听的称号：‘甜蜜的小奶牛!’一切具有蚂蚁这种知识的动物都叫我们这个名字。只有人是例外——这对我们是一种极大的侮辱，气得我们完全失去了‘甜蜜性’。
你能不能写点文章来反对这事儿，叫这些人能懂得一点道理呢?他们那样傻气地望着我们，绷着脸，用那样生气的眼光望着我们，而这只不过是因为我们把玫瑰叶子吃掉了;但是他们自己却吃掉一切活的东西，一切绿色的和会生长的东西。
他们替我们起些最下贱的、最丑恶的名字。噢，那真使我作呕!我说不出口，最低限度在穿着制服时说不出口，而我是永远穿着制服的。
我是在一个玫瑰树的叶子上出生的。我和整个队伍全靠玫瑰叶子过活，但是玫瑰叶子却在我们身体里面活着——我们属于高一等的动物。人类憎恨我们，他们拿肥皂泡来歼灭我们;这种东西的味道真难受!我想我闻到过它!你并不是为洗涤而生下来的，因此被洗涤一番真是可怕!
“人啊!你用严厉和肥皂泡的眼光来看我们;请你想想我们在大自然中的地位，以及我们生蛋和养孩子的天才的机能吧!我们得到祝福：‘愿你们生长和繁殖!’我们生在玫瑰花里，我们死在玫瑰花里;我们整个一生是一首诗。请你不要把那种最可怕的、最丑恶的名字加到我们身上来吧——我们说不出口，也叫不出来的那种名字!请把我们叫做蚂蚁的奶牛、玫瑰树的队伍、小小的绿东西吧!”
我作为一个人站在一旁，望着这株玫瑰，望着这些小小的绿东西——他们的名字我不愿意喊出来;也不愿意侮辱一个玫瑰中的公民，一个有许多卵子和小孩的大家族。本来我是带着肥皂水和恶意来的，打算喷他们一通。现在我打算把这肥皂水吹成泡，然后凝望着它们的美，可能每个泡里面会有一篇童话的。
泡越长越大，泛出各种颜色。泡里好像都藏着珍珠。泡浮起来，翱翔着，飞到一扇门上，于是爆裂了。但是这扇门忽然开了!童话妈妈站在门口。
“是的，那些小小的绿东西——我不说出他们的名字!关于他们的事情，童话妈妈讲的要比我好得多。”
“蚜虫!”童话妈妈说。“我们对任何东西应该叫出它正确的名字。如果在一般场合下不敢叫，我们至少可以在童话中叫的。”
英语小作文小故事十句【二】
大大的树上,住着小小的蜂鸟。她的妈妈去了远方,永远不再回巢。妈妈临走前告诉她:“妈妈把我们在一起的故事都留给你,妈妈永远爱你。”
小小蜂鸟哭啊哭、哭啊哭……突然她发现:不知不觉中妈妈的故事已经随风飘远了。
“啊,妈妈的故事丢了!我该怎么办?”小小蜂鸟又难过又着急。
她跑去问蜜蜂:“请问,妈妈留给我的故事是不是飘进了你们的城堡里?”
“没有,没有。”蜂蜜回答,“不过,采蜜的时候,我曾经发现过你的故事,它们带给一片残缺的花瓣很多安慰。我采下了那朵花的蜜汁,来,请你尝尝看。”
“甜蜜、芬芳……嗯,是妈妈留给我的故事。哦,谢谢你,也谢谢那片美丽的花瓣。”
小小蜂鸟又跑去问蚂蚁:“请问,妈妈留给我的故事是不是在你们的迷宫里迷路了?”
“没有,没有。”蚂蚁回答,“不过,那些故事曾经和我们,一起在弯弯曲曲的地道里捉过迷藏。一些声音至今还在迷宫里回荡……来,请你把耳朵贴在洞口听听看。”
“叮叮、咚咚、嘀嘀、答答……快乐、悠扬,是妈妈留给我的故事。哦,谢谢你们!”
小小蜂鸟又跑去问小鱼:“请问,妈妈留给我的故事是不是在你的小河里游泳?”
“没有,没有。”小鱼回达,“不过,刚才我见到它们正在安慰河边那条孤独的小船,你还是去问问它吧。”
于是,小小蜂鸟又去问小船,小船告诉她:“我看见***妈的故事飞到岸边的那棵大树上去啦!”
小小蜂鸟真高兴啊,她飞啊飞、飞啊飞,飞到了大树上,大树温柔地对她说:“你好哇,孩子,请把这片树叶铺到你的小床上,那些故事正在那儿等着你呢!”
那片小小的叶子,铺在床上好温暖——只有妈妈的故事才会这样温暖。
风吹来,“沙沙沙,沙沙沙”,到处都是妈妈的故事。
“妈妈爱你,妈妈爱你,妈妈永远爱你……”
英语小作文小故事十句【三】
：The Little Prince （小王子）Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:
"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."
"But we must wait," I said.
"Wait? For what?"
"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."
At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:
"I am always thinking that I am at home!"
Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.
If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little price, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added:
"You knowone loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunset?"
But the little prince made no reply.
On the fifth dayagain, as always, it was thanks to the sheepthe secret of the little princes life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:
"A sheepif it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"
"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."
"Even flowers that have thorns?"
"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."
"Then the thornswhat use are they?"
I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.
"The thornswhat use are they?"
The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:
"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite."
"Oh!"
There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:
"I dont believe you! Flowers are weak creature. They are native. They reassure themselves at best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons…"
I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still wont turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little price disturbed my thoughts.
"And you actually believe that the flowers"
"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no, no! I dont believe anything. I answered you the first thing that came into my head. Dont you seeI am very busy with matters of consequence!"
He stared at me, thunderstruck.
"Matters of consequence!"
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly…
"You talk just like the grown-ups!"
That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:
"You mix everything up together…You confuse everything…"
He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
The little prince was now white with rage.
"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? And if I knowI, myselfone flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doingOh! You think that is not important!"
His face turned from white to red as he continued:
"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars. He can say to himself, Somewhere, my flower is there… But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened…And you think that is not important!"
He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.
The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted, I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him:
"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will"
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
经典：The Little Prince 小王子
啊！我的小王子……就这样，一点一滴地，我逐渐懂得了你那忧郁的小生命。长久以来，你惟一的乐趣只是欣赏落日。这是我在第四天早晨知道的，当你说出：
“我喜欢看夕阳。我们一起去看太阳下山吧……”
“可以，我们必须要等……”
“等什么？”
“等太阳落山哪！”
起初，你看起来好象很惊讶，然后，又自我解嘲地说：
“我总以为自己还在家里。”
确实，大家都知道，美国的正午时分，正是法国夕阳落下的时候。如果能在一分钟内赶到法国，你就可以看到落日了，可惜法国太远了。但是，在你的小行星上，只要把椅子向后挪几步，就可以随时随地地看到落日的余辉了。
“有一天，我看了43次落日！”
过了一会儿，你又说：
“你知道当你感到悲伤的时候，就会喜欢看落日……”
“你那时很悲伤吗？就是你看了43次落日的那天？”
小王子没有回答。
第五天，我发现小王子身世的另一个秘密再次感谢那只羊。好象默默地思索了很长时间以后，得出了什么结果一样，他突然没头没脑地问我：
“羊会吃花吗？就像吃灌木丛一样？”
“它碰到什么吃什么。”
“连有刺的花都吃吗？”
“有刺的花也吃。”
“那刺还有什么用呢？”
我不知道该怎么回答。那时候，我正忙着将一个卡在引擎上的螺丝拆下来。我发现，飞机损坏的情形很严重，而且，更让我担心的是饮用水已经所剩不多了。
“那刺还有什么作用呢？”
小王子一旦提出了问题，就绝不放弃，而我正为了螺丝生气，于是不假思索地回答他
“那些刺儿毫无用处，花儿长刺只能害人！”
“噢！”
沉默了一会儿，他悻悻地说：“我不信你说的话！花儿弱不禁风，花儿天真无邪，她们自顾不暇呢。她们身上长了刺，是为了给自己壮胆，为了保护自己……”
我没有答话，当时我在想：“如果螺丝还不松动的话，我就一锤子敲碎它。”
小王子的话再次打断了我的思路：
“你真的认为花儿……”
“算了吧，算了吧！我什么也不认为！我是随便说说。你没看到我正在忙着要紧的事吗？”
他瞪着我，愣住了。
“要紧的事！？”
他看着我，蹲在那个在他眼中看来丑得要命的东西前面，手握着锤子，手指上沾满了油圬……
“你跟那些大人没什么两样！”
听了这话，我觉得有点惭愧。然而，他又毫不留情地说：
“你什么都分不清，你把什么都混在一起！”
他生气地摇晃着脑袋，金黄色的头发随风飘动着。
小王子气得脸色发白。
“几百万年来，花儿生来就有刺，就像几百万年来羊都在吃花一样。难道了解花的身上为什么会有这些没用的刺不重要的吗？难道羊和花之间的战争不重要？如果我知道一朵花人世间惟一的花，只长在我的小行星上，别的地方都不存在，在一天早晨，被一只小羊糊里糊涂地毁掉了，难道这样的事也不重要吗？”
他脸色渐渐转红，然后又接着说：
“如果有人钟爱着一朵独一无二，盛开在浩瀚星海里的花，那么，当他抬头仰望繁星时，便会心满意足。他会告诉自己：‘我心爱的花在那里，在那遥远的星星上。’可以，如果羊把花吃掉了，那么，对他来说，所有的星光便会在刹那间暗淡无光！而你却认为这不重要！”
他突然泣不成声，无法再说下去了。
夜幕降临，黑暗翩然而至。我把手中的工具，锤子、螺丝以及饥饿和死亡全抛在脑后，一切对我都已不再重要。在地球上，在我的行星上，有一位需要安慰的小王子。我将他抱在怀里，轻轻地摇着他，对他说：“你心爱的那朵花不会有危险的，我给你的小羊画一个口罩；我给你的花画个护栏……我……”
我不知道该对他说些什么，只觉得自己很笨拙，不懂得怎样抚慰打动他，不知道该如何才能再次回到与他心灵相通的地方。眼泪就是这么奇妙的东西。
英语小作文小故事十句【四】
调皮的.外星猴来到地球一个大森林里，遇到一只大老虎，觉得这个怪物很有意思：“嘿，你好，你是什么?”
老虎很不高兴这只猴子不怕它，冷冷地板着面孔说：“我是老虎。别以为跟我问好我就不吃你了。”
外星猴惊讶地问：“你要吃我?为什么。”
老虎觉得它真是太笨了：“难道你们家的大猴子没有告诉过你，老虎会吃猴子的吗?”
外星猴的家里人从来没有告诉过它这些，因为它们的猴子星球里只有猴子没有老虎，所以不知道害怕反而觉得很好玩，跟老虎开玩笑说：“我不相信你能吃我。我们打个赌吧，如果你吃不下我，就得背着我到处逛逛。”
老虎觉得这只小猴子真是天真得可爱，笑得肚子生痛，“好吧。”
“唉呀呀。”老虎张大嘴巴朝外星猴咬下去就被电了一下，惊恐地捂着嘴巴问，“你是什么猴呀?会放电。”
“外星猴。”外星猴得意地说，“你输了。”说完跳到老虎的背上。
老虎只好背着它在森林里观光旅行。
