英语作文推荐故事或电影【一】
也难怪他头疼，因为这是来源于成语故事“邯郸学步”，如果对成语故事不理解，是很难有什么灵感的。
有一次坐火车，我听到报站名——“邯郸”，十分兴奋，赶紧凑到列车窗口去看，站台上有一些人跑向火车，大都慌慌张张;还有一些人推着食品车寻找买主，大都逡巡不定。车开了之后，我还失望怅惘了好一阵：我没有发现邯郸人走路的样子与其他地方的人有什么不同。
车开了之后，我看着“邯郸”两个字想：两千多年前，这里是赵国的都城呢。有一位来自寿陵的少年，就是在这里“邯郸学步”!后来，他没有学会邯郸人走路的美姿，只好爬回家了。
我一直很同情这位少年，觉得学别人美姿美仪，是挺好的事情，并始终怀疑“爬回家”的真实性。我小的时候，为了验证这一点，还偷偷跟在别人后面学走路，虽然没有学好，却也不至于“爬回家”。那时就想，什么时候到了“邯郸”，我一定要学一把，看看“邯郸”是不是有什么特别的魔咒，会让人满地爬。
我第一次知道“邯郸学步”，还是个小学生。20年后，依然没有忘记。可见，成语对我的影响，实在太深远了。
我小的时候，在学校的楼梯拐角捡了一本《现代汉语成语小词典》，是已经毕业的学生丢弃的。这本成语词典，成了我每天必翻的课外书。起初是挑有典故的来看，印象最深的有“东施效颦”“叶公好龙”“班门弄斧”“杞人忧天”“黄粱一梦”，等等，有故事的.看完了，就看没故事了，比如“水泄不通”“一目十行”……那时候，不知道这是夸张手法，一直大惑不解。我每当看到人扎堆儿，就很想端盆水泼一下他们，看看是不是水泄不通。我悄悄练习了很久“一目十行”，虽头昏眼花，没有成功，但阅读速度果然大大超过同龄人。那时还不知道这种语文技能就叫做“速读”。
有故事和没故事的都看完了，就只好看“引文”，成语词典中一般都有文言文的原文引用。比如“邯郸学步”出自《庄子·秋水》：“且子独不闻夫寿陵余子之学行于邯郸与?未得国能，又失其故行矣，直匍匐而归耳。”我已知道故事，再对照文言文，就不觉得那么艰深了。我做语文老师之后，才发现：我的文言文基础，也是来自小时候看的那本成语词典。
文言文原文看完，再没有什么可看的，我就开始“回味”这些成语故事。
说实话，我对效颦的东施、好龙的叶公、弄斧的学徒、忧天的杞人、做黄粱梦的痴人，甚至邯郸学步的少年，这些成语里被嘲笑的人，通通寄予理解和同情，因为我发现自己跟这些人是一类人，小时候，我常常看到流星坠落，也有和杞人一样的担忧，内心忍不住替他辩解。现在我知道了：杞人是早期智者，担心的事情不无道理。现代宇宙学也认为，宇宙膨胀到极限，就会反过来收缩，相当于“天”在坍缩。
再说到这个“邯郸学步”的少年，我问学生：“你觉得他应该是什么结局呢?要是顺着这个成语写，那他就是被嘲笑，然后上吊，投河了。”他说：“那不太好吧!”我又说：“你觉得这个学步的少年，是不是也有比别人强的地方啊?”他说：“嗯，他很好学，是第一个走出国门的人……”
续写和改写成语故事，无非就是要具有现代的观念。有个科幻作者北星，把很多成语故事改写为科幻短篇小说，其中一篇《亡羊补牢》，讲的是地球人来到天羊星，把羊群(可能具有高智商都关进羊圈，每天宰***吃肉。忽然有一天，羊圈门打开，而地球人携带的***伤性武器却全都不见了……
续写《邯郸学步》：这位寿陵少年爬回了国，路上，人们议论纷纷，他却自豪地说：“你们懂啥?这种走法目前在邯郸是非常流行的，很多贵族都是这样走路的。”听多了，人们渐渐相信了他的话，也渐渐怀疑他疯了。有一天，他正在得意地爬着，忽然遇到一位老者，老者端详了半日，说：“我看你虽然爬得古怪，但姿势却很熟悉……”原来，这是一位来自赵国的礼仪官，正好来访问……
结尾：这位来自邯郸的外宾，同情少年的好学以及未得到真传，便教给他真正的美姿美态，带他来到邯郸，使他成为仪仗队员。努力自有回报，结局皆大欢喜。
英语作文推荐故事或电影【二】
Mouse and Cat in Partnership
英汉对照
A certain cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship she felt for her, that at length the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. But we must make a provision for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger, said the cat, and you, little mouse, cannot venture everywhere, or you will be caught in a trap some day. The good advice was followed, and a pot of fat was bought, but they did not know where to put it. At length, after much consideration, the cat said, I know no place where it will be better stored up than in the church, for no one dares take anything away from there. We will set it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are really in need of it. So the pot was placed in safety, but it was not long before the cat had a great yearning for it, and said to the mouse, I want to tell you something, little mouse, my cousin has brought a little son into the world, and has asked me to be godmother, he is white with brown spots, and I am to hold him over the font at the christening. Let me go out to-day, and you look after the house by yourself. Yes, yes, answered the mouse, by all means go, and if you get anything very good to eat, think of me, I should like a drop of sweet red christening wine myself. All this, however, was untrue, the cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church, stole to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked the top of the fat off. Then she took a walk upon the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched herself in the sun, and licked her lips whenever she thought of the pot of fat, and not until it was evening did she return home. Well, here you are again, said the mouse, no doubt you have had a merry day. All went off well, answered the cat. What name did they give the child. Top off, said the cat quite coolly. Top off, cried the mouse, that is a very odd and uncommon name, is it a usual one in your family. What does that matter, said the cat, it is no worse than crumb-stealer, as your God-children are called.
Before long the cat was seized by another fit of yearning. She said to the mouse, you must do me a favor, and once more manage the house for a day alone. I am again asked to be godmother, and, as the child has a white ring round its neck, I cannot refuse. The good mouse consented, but the cat crept behind the town walls to the church, and devoured half the pot of fat. Nothing ever seems so good as what one keeps to oneself, said she, and was quite satisfied with her days work. When she went home the mouse inquired, and what was this child christened. Half-done, answered the cat. Half-done. What are you saying. I never heard the name in my life, Ill wager anything it is not in the calendar.
The cats mouth soon began to water for some more licking. All good things go in threes, said she, I am asked to stand godmother again. The child is quite black, only it has white paws, but with that exception, it has not a single white hair on its whole body, this only happens once every few years, you will let me go, wont you. Top-off. Half-done, answered the mouse, they are such odd names, they make me very thoughtful. You sit at home, said the cat, in your dark-gray fur coat and long tail, and are filled with fancies, thats because you do not go out in the daytime. During the cats absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order but the greedy cat entirely emptied the pot of fat. When everything is eaten up one has some peace, said she to herself, and well filled and fat she did not return home till night. The mouse at once asked what name had been given to the third child. It will not please you more than the others, said the cat. He is called all-gone. All-gone, cried the mouse, that is the most suspicious name of all. I have never seen it in print. All-gone, what can that mean, and she shook her head, curled herself up, and lay down to sleep.
From this time forth no one invited the cat to be godmother, but when the winter had come and there was no longer anything to be found outside, the mouse thought of their provision, and said, come cat, we will go to our pot of fat which we have stored up for ourselves - we shall enjoy that. Yes, answered the cat, you will enjoy it as much as you would enjoy sticking that dainty tongue of yours out of the window. They set out on their way, but when they arrived, the pot of fat certainly was still in its place, but it was empty. Alas, said the mouse, now I see what has happened, now it comes to light. You are a true friend. You have devoured all when you were standing godmother. First top off then half done, then -. Will you hold your tongue, cried the cat, one word more and I will eat you too. All gone was already on the poor mouses lips, scarcely had she spoken it before the cat sprang on her, seized her, and swallowed her down. Verily, that is the way of the world.
有一只猫认识了一只老鼠，便对它大谈特谈自己是多么喜欢老鼠，原意和它交朋友，弄得老鼠终于同意和猫住在一起，共同生活。“我们得准备过冬的东西了，不然我们到冬天会挨饿的，”猫说，“至于你嘛，我的小老鼠，哪里也不要去，我真怕你会被什么老鼠夹子夹住。”老鼠接受了猫的好建议，于是它们买来了一罐猪油，然而两个人都不知道该把猪油放在什么地方。它们左思考右思考，最后猫说：“我觉得这猪油放在教堂里是再合适不过的了，因为谁也不敢偷教堂里的东西。我们把猪油藏在祭坛下，不到万不得已的时候决不动它。”猪油罐就这样被放到了安全的地方。可是没过多久，猫开始想吃猪油了，便对老鼠说：“小老鼠，我想跟你说点事。我的表姐刚刚生了一个小宝宝，还请我当小宝贝的教母。那小宝贝全身雪白，带着一些褐色的斑点。我要抱着它去接受洗礼，所以今天要出去一下，你一个人在家看家，好吗？”“好的，好的，”老鼠说，“你尽管去吧。要是有什么好吃的东西，千万要记着我。我很想尝一点洗礼时用的红葡萄酒。”这一切当然都不是真的，因为猫并没有表姐，也没有被请去当教母。它直接去了教堂，偷偷爬到猪油罐那里，开始舔呀舔，把顶上一层猪油舔得精光。然后，它在城里的屋顶上散了散步，想碰碰别的运气；接着便躺下来晒太阳。每当想起那罐猪油，它都情不自禁地舔舔自己的嘴唇。它一直等到天黑才回家。“啊，你终于回来了，”老鼠说，“这一天肯定过得很开心吧？”“一切顺利。”猫答道。“你们给那孩子起了什么名字？”“没了顶层！”猫冷淡地说。“没了顶层！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个古怪的名字可不多见。你们家常取这样的名字吗？”“那有什么？”猫说,“不比你的那些教子叫什么偷面包屑的更糟吧？”
没过多久，猫又想吃猪油了。它对老鼠说：“你得帮我一个忙，再一个人看一次家。又有人请我当教母了，而且这个孩子的脖子上有一道白圈，我实在无法推辞。”好心的老鼠同意了。猫从城墙后面溜进教堂，一口气吃掉了半罐猪油。“什么东西也没有比吃到自己的嘴里更好，”它说，心里对这一天的收获感到很满意。等它到家时，老鼠问道：“这个孩子起的什么名字呀？”“吃了一半，”猫回答。“吃了一半！你在说什么呀？我长这么大了还从来没有听说过这样的名字。我敢打赌，就是年历上也不会有这样的名字！”
不久，猫的嘴巴又开始流口水了，想再去舔一舔猪油。“好事成三嘛，”它说，“又有人请我去当教母了。这个孩子除了爪子是白色的，浑身黑黝黝的，连一根白毛都没有。这是好几年才会碰上的事情，你当然会同意我去的，是吗？”“没了顶层！吃了一半！”老鼠回答，“这些名字真怪！我实在弄不明白。”“你白天又不出门，”猫说，“整天穿着深灰色的皮袄，拖着长长的尾巴，坐在家里胡思乱想，当然弄不明白啦！”趁着猫不在家，老鼠把屋子打扫了一下，把东西放得整整齐齐。可是那只馋猫把剩下的猪油吃得干干净净。“人只有把东西吃得干干净净才能放心，”它自言自语地说。它吃得饱饱的，直到天黑了才挺着圆圆的肚子回家。老鼠看到它回来，立刻问它这第三个孩子起的什么名字。“你也不会喜欢这个名字，”猫说，“它叫吃得精光。”“吃得精光！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个名字太令人费解了！我从来没有在书上见过。吃得精光！这是什么意思呢？”它摇摇头，蜷缩起身子，躺下睡着了。
从此，猫再也没有被邀请去当教母。可是冬天来到了，外面再也找不到任何吃的东西。老鼠想到了它们准备的过冬的东西，便说：“走吧，猫！我们去取储存的猪油吧。我们可以美美吃上一顿。”“是的，”猫回答，“那准会把你美得就像把你那尖尖的舌头伸到窗外去喝西北风一样。”它们动身去教堂，可它们到达那里后，看到猪油罐倒是还在那里，里面却是空的。“天哪！”老鼠说，“我现在终于明白是怎么回事了！你可真是个好朋友！你在去当什么教母的时候，把这猪油全吃光了！先是吃了顶上一层，然后吃了一半，最后……”“你给我住嘴！”猫嚷道，“你要是再罗嗦，我连你也吃了！”“……吃得精光，”可怜的老鼠脱口而出。它刚把话说完，猫就扑到了它的身上，抓住它，把它吞进了肚子。这世界就是这样！
New Words and Expressions 生词和词组
1. acquaintance n. 认识
2. provision n. 准备，供应品
3. yearning n. 渴望，怀念
4. consent v. 同意，许可
5. calendar n. 日历，日程表
6. suspicious a. 可疑的，令人费解的
7. curl up 卷起
8. dainty a. 优美的，讲究的
9. verily ad. 真正的，真实的
英语作文推荐故事或电影【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。
英语作文推荐故事或电影【四】
东汉班固的《通幽赋》，有一句“北叟颇知其倚伏”的话，即提示了它的寓意。靠近边塞的'地方，住着一位老翁。老翁精通术数，善于算卜过去未来。有一次，老翁家的一匹马，无缘无故(大概是雌马发情罢挣脱羁绊，跑入胡人居住的地方去了。邻居都来安慰他，他心中有数，平静地说：“这件事难道不是福吗?”几个月后，那匹丢失的马突然又跑回家来了，还领着一匹胡人的骏马一起回来。邻居们得知，都前来向他家表示祝贺。老翁无动于衷，坦然道：“这样的事，难道不是祸吗?”老翁家畜养了许多良马，他的儿子生性好武，喜欢骑术。有一天，他儿子骑着烈马到野外练习骑射，烈马脱缰，把他儿子重重地甩了个仰面朝天，摔断了大腿，成了终身残疾。邻居们听说后，纷纷前来慰问。老翁不动声色，淡然道：“这件事难道不是福吗?”又过了一年，胡人侵犯边境，大举入塞。四乡八邻的精壮男子都被征召入伍，拿起武器去参战，死伤不可胜计。靠近边塞的居民，十室九空，在战争中丧生。惟独老翁的儿子因跛脚残疾，没有去打仗。因而父子得以保全性命，安度残年余生。所以福可以转化为祸，祸也可变化成福。这种变化深不可测，谁也难以预料。
马的寓言或成语故事：马首是瞻
春秋时，晋国联合齐鲁等国一起伐秦。晋国大将荀偃任三军统帅，指挥联军。联军人多心杂，到了泾水边谁也不肯先渡河。后来鲁军带头泅渡，联军才随后跟上。
秦军为了阻止联军渡河，悄悄在河里投下毒药。联军饮了河水，大批士兵中毒身亡。于是，人心惶惶，联军乱作一团。几天后，联军才渡过泾水在榆林扎营。
荀偃下令道：“明天鸡鸣出兵，唯余马首是瞻!”联军说：“干吗都要跟着荀偃的马头跑呢!”荀偃哭笑不得，只好随他们各行其是。
唯：只准。余：我。“马首是瞻”：看着马头行事，马到哪里，兵到哪里，服从指挥。
英语作文推荐故事或电影【五】
风和太阳●风和太阳两方为谁的能量大相互争论不休。
●突然，他们看到一个行人走在路上，太阳说：“谁能使行人脱下衣服，谁就更强大。”
●太阳藏在乌云后面，风开始拼命地吹，风刮得越猛烈，行人越是裹紧自己的衣服。
●太阳出来了，暖暖地晒着行人，行人感到很热，很快就把外套脱了下来。
寓意: 劝说往往比强迫更为有效。
英语作文推荐故事或电影【六】
??寓言小故事：The Wolf and the LambaWolf, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea, which should justify to the Lamb himself his right to eat him. He thus addressed him:"Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." Then said the Wolf, "You feed in my pasture."
"No, good sir," replied the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Again said the Wolf, "You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother′s milk is both food and drink to me." On which the Wolf seized him, and ate him up, saying, "Well! I won′t remain supperless, even though you refute every one of my imputations."The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.
狼和小羊
一只狼瞧见一只迷路失群的小羊，决定暂缓下毒手，想先找一些理由，对小羊证明自己有吃它的权利。它就说：「小鬼!你去年曾经骂过我。」小羊可怜地说：「老实说，我去年还没有出生呢。」狼再说：「你在我的草地上吃过草。」
小羊回答说：「不，好先生，我还未曾尝过草的味道呢。」狼又说：「你喝过我井里的.水。」小羊叫道：「不，我从没有喝过水，因为直到今天为止，我都是吃着母亲的奶汁。」狼一听这话，便抓住它，把它吃下去，便说：「好!即使你驳倒我每一句话，我终究要吃晚餐的!」暴君总有他暴行的借口。
