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安徒生童話故事第6篇：頑皮的孩子The Saucy Boy
引導(dǎo)語(yǔ)：關(guān)于頑皮的孩子的安徒生童話故事，大家學(xué)習(xí)過(guò)？下面是小編收集的中英文版吧，歡迎大家閱讀！
從前有一位老詩(shī)人——一位非常和善的老詩(shī)人。有一天晚上，他坐在家里，外面起了一陣可怕的風(fēng)暴。雨在傾盆地下著;不過(guò)這位老詩(shī)人坐在爐旁，又溫暖，又舒適。
火在熊熊地燎著，蘋果烤得咝咝地發(fā)響。
“這樣的天氣，外面的窮苦人身上恐怕沒(méi)有一根紗是干的了。"他說(shuō)，因?yàn)樗且晃恍哪c非常好的老詩(shī)人。
“啊，請(qǐng)開(kāi)門!我非常冷，衣服也全濕透了。"外面有一個(gè)小孩子在叫。他哭起來(lái)，敲著門。這時(shí)雨正在傾盆地下著，風(fēng)把所有的窗扉吹得呼呼地響。
“你這個(gè)可憐的小家伙!"老詩(shī)人說(shuō);他走過(guò)去把門開(kāi)了。門口站著一個(gè)小小的孩子。他全身沒(méi)有穿衣服，雨水從他長(zhǎng)長(zhǎng)的金發(fā)上滾下來(lái)。他凍得發(fā)抖;如果他沒(méi)有走進(jìn)來(lái)的話，一定會(huì)在這樣的暴風(fēng)雨中凍死的。
“你這個(gè)可憐的小家伙!"老詩(shī)人說(shuō)，同時(shí)拉著他的手。
“到我這兒來(lái)吧，我可以使你溫暖起來(lái)。我可以給你喝一點(diǎn)酒，吃一個(gè)蘋果，因?yàn)槟闶且粋�(gè)美麗的孩子。”
他的確是很美麗的。他的眼睛亮得像兩顆明亮的星星，他的金發(fā)雖然有水滴下來(lái)，可是卷卷曲曲的，非常好看。他像一個(gè)小小的天使，不過(guò)他凍得慘白，全身發(fā)抖。他手里拿著一把漂亮的弓，但是雨水已經(jīng)把它弄壞了。涂在那些美麗箭上的色彩全都被雨淋得模糊不清了。
老詩(shī)人坐在爐邊，把這小孩子抱到膝上，把雨水從他的卷發(fā)里擠出來(lái)，把他的手放到自己的手里暖著，同時(shí)為他熱了一些甜酒。這孩子馬上就恢復(fù)過(guò)來(lái)了。他的雙頰也變得紅潤(rùn)起來(lái)了。他跳到地上來(lái)，圍著這位老詩(shī)人跳舞。
“你是一個(gè)快樂(lè)的孩子!"老詩(shī)人說(shuō)。"你叫什么名字?”
“我叫阿穆?tīng)枹伲?quot;他回答說(shuō);"你不認(rèn)識(shí)我嗎?我的弓就在這兒。你知道，我就是用這把弓射箭哪!看啊，外面天晴了，月亮也出來(lái)了。”
“不過(guò)你的弓已經(jīng)壞了。"老詩(shī)人說(shuō)。
“這倒是很可惜的，"小孩子回答說(shuō)，同時(shí)把弓拿起來(lái)，看了一看。"哎，它還很干呢，并沒(méi)有受到什么損害。弦還很緊——我倒要試它一試!"于是他把弓一拉，插上一支箭，對(duì)準(zhǔn)了目標(biāo)，向這位和善的老詩(shī)人的心中射去。"請(qǐng)你現(xiàn)在看看究竟我的弓損壞了沒(méi)有!"他說(shuō)，大笑了一聲，就跑掉了。這小孩子該是多么頑皮啊!他居然向這位老詩(shī)人射了一箭，而這位老詩(shī)人還把他請(qǐng)進(jìn)溫暖的房間里來(lái)，對(duì)他非常和善，給他喝最好的酒，吃最好的蘋果呢!
這位和善的老詩(shī)人躺在地上，哭起來(lái)了;他的心中了一箭，他說(shuō)："嗨，這個(gè)阿穆?tīng)栒媸且粋�(gè)頑皮的孩子!我要把這事情告訴所有的好孩子們，叫他們當(dāng)心，不要跟他一起玩耍，因?yàn)樗麜?huì)跟他們搗蛋!”
所有的好孩子們——女孩子和男孩子們——聽(tīng)到了他講的這個(gè)故事，都對(duì)這個(gè)頑皮的孩子有了戒心;然而他還是騙過(guò)了他們，因?yàn)樗浅５亓胬�。�?dāng)大學(xué)生聽(tīng)完了課走出來(lái)的時(shí)候，他就穿著一件黑上衣，腋下夾著一本書(shū)，在他們的旁邊走，他們一點(diǎn)也沒(méi)有看出他。于是他們就挽著他的手，以為他也是一個(gè)學(xué)生呢。過(guò)時(shí)他就把一支箭射進(jìn)他們的心里去。當(dāng)女孩子們到教堂去受"堅(jiān)信禮"②的時(shí)候，他也在后面跟著她們。是的，他老是在跟著人!他坐在戲院里的蠟燭臺(tái)上，光耀奪目，弄得人們把他當(dāng)做一盞明燈�？墒遣痪么蠹揖椭劳耆皇沁@么一回事。他在御花園里，在散步場(chǎng)上跑來(lái)跑去。是的，他從前有過(guò)一次射中了你爸爸和媽媽的心啦。你只需問(wèn)問(wèn)他們。你就可以聽(tīng)到一段故事�？龋@個(gè)阿穆?tīng)栒媸且粋�(gè)壞孩子;你們決不能跟他有任何來(lái)往!他在跟著每一個(gè)人。
你想想看，有一次他居然把一支箭射進(jìn)老祖母的心里去啦
=——不過(guò)這是很久以前的事了。那個(gè)創(chuàng)傷早已經(jīng)治好了，但是老祖母一直忘不了它。呸，那個(gè)惡作劇的阿穆?tīng)?不過(guò)你現(xiàn)在認(rèn)識(shí)他了!你知道他是一個(gè)多么頑皮的孩子。
�、侔⒛�?tīng)?Amor)即希臘神話中的丘比特，是羅馬神話中愛(ài)情之神。他是一個(gè)頑皮和快樂(lè)的孩子，經(jīng)常帶著弓和箭。當(dāng)他的箭射到一個(gè)人的心里去的時(shí)候，這支箭就燃起愛(ài)情的火焰。
②在基督教里面，小孩子受了洗禮以后，到了青春發(fā)育期間、一般地都要再受一次"堅(jiān)信禮"，以加強(qiáng)和鞏固他對(duì)宗教的信心。受"堅(jiān)信禮"是進(jìn)入成人階段的標(biāo)記。
頑皮的孩子英文版：
The Saucy Boy
ONCE upon a time there was an old poet, one of those right good old poets.
One evening, as he was sitting at home, there was a terrible storm going on outside; the rain was pouring down, but the old poet sat comfortably in his chimney-corner, where the fire was burning and the apples were roasting.
“There will not be a dry thread left on the poor people who are out in this weather,” he said.
“Oh, open the door! I am so cold and wet through,” called a little child outside. It was crying and knocking at the door, whilst the rain was pouring down and the wind was rattling all the windows.
“Poor creature!” said the poet, and got up and opened the door. Before him stood a little boy; he was naked, and the water flowed from his long fair locks. He was shivering with cold; if he had not been let in, he would certainly have perished in the storm.
“Poor little thing!” said the poet, and took him by the hand. “Come to me; I will soon warm you. You shall have some wine and an apple, for you are such a pretty boy.”
And he was, too. His eyes sparkled like two bright stars, and although the water flowed down from his fair locks, they still curled quite beautifully.
He looked like a little angel, but was pale with cold, and trembling all over. In his hand he held a splendid bow, but it had been entirely spoilt by the rain, and the colours of the pretty arrows had run into one another by getting wet.
The old man sat down by the fire, and taking the little boy on his knee, wrung the water out of his locks and warmed his hands in his own.
He then made him some hot spiced wine, which quickly revived him; so that with reddening cheeks, he sprang upon the floor and danced around the old man.
“You are a merry boy,” said the latter. “What is your name?”
“My name is Cupid,” he answered. “Don’t you know me? There lies my bow. I shoot with that, you know. Look, the weather is getting fine again—the moon is shining.”
“But your bow is spoilt,” said the old poet.
“That would be unfortunate,” said the little boy, taking it up and looking at it. “Oh, it’s quite dry and isn’t damaged at all. The string is quite tight; I’ll try it.” So, drawing it back, he took an arrow, aimed, and shot the good old poet right in the heart. “Do you see now that my bow was not spoilt?” he said, and, loudly laughing, ran away. What a naughty boy to shoot the old poet like that, who had taken him into his warm room, had been so good to him, and had given him the nicest wine and the best apple!
The good old man lay upon the floor crying; he was really shot in the heart. “Oh!” he cried, “what a naughty boy this Cupid is! I shall tell all the good children about this, so that they take care never to play with him, lest he hurt them.”
And all good children, both girls and boys, whom he told about this, were on their guard against wicked Cupid; but he deceives them all the same, for he is very deep. When the students come out of class, he walks beside them with a book under his arm, and wearing a black coat. They cannot recognize him. And then, if they take him by the arm, believing him to be a student too, he sticks an arrow into their chest. And when the girls go to church to be confirmed, he is amongst them too. In fact, he is always after people. He sits in the large chandelier in the theatre and blazes away, so that people think it is a lamp; but they soon find out their mistake. He walks about in the castle garden and on the promenades. Yes, once he shot your father and your mother in the heart too. Just ask them, and you will hear what they say. Oh! he is a bad boy, this Cupid, and you must never have anything to do with him, for he is after every one. Just think, he even shot an arrow at old grandmother; but that was a long time ago. The wound has long been healed, but such things are never forgotten.
Now you know what a bad boy this wicked Cupid is.