[育儿] 儿童经典诵读-〉儿童文学精选

大家都在问我儿童经典诵读的东西，太大了我不知道怎么办，有知道的jm告诉我怎么上载文件吗？

在下面，我把第32张盘子《儿童文学精选》（children's literature) 发在下面，如果有人要音频的话，请加我的msn：teddyismyson@hotmail.com.

The Princess and The Pea

        ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He traveled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.
“Well, we’ll soon find that out,” thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
“Oh, very badly!” said she. “I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It’s horrible!”
Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story..

Grandmother

GRANDMOTHER is very old, her face is wrinkled, and her hair is quite white; but her eyes are like two stars, and they have a mild, gentle expression in them when they look at you, which does you good. She wears a dress of heavy, rich silk, with large flowers worked on it; and it rustles when she moves. And then she can tell the most wonderful stories. Grandmother knows a great deal, for she was alive before father and mother—that’s quite certain. She has a hymn-book with large silver clasps, in which she often reads; and in the book, between the leaves, lies a rose, quite flat and dry; it is not so pretty as the roses which are standing in the glass, and yet she smiles at it most pleasantly, and tears even come into her eyes. “I wonder why grandmother looks at the withered flower in the old book that way? Do you know?” Why, when grandmother’s tears fall upon the rose, and she is looking at it, the rose revives, and fills the room with its fragrance; the walls vanish as in a mist, and all around her is the glorious green wood, where in summer the sunlight streams through thick foliage; and grandmother, why she is young again, a charming maiden, fresh as a rose, with round, rosy cheeks, fair, bright ringlets, and a figure pretty and graceful; but the eyes, those mild, saintly eyes, are the same,—they have been left to grandmother. At her side sits a young man, tall and strong; he gives her a rose and she smiles. Grandmother cannot smile like that now. Yes, she is smiling at the memory of that day, and many thoughts and recollections of the past; but the handsome young man is gone, and the rose has withered in the old book, and grandmother is sitting there, again an old woman, looking down upon the withered rose in the book.
Grandmother is dead now. She had been sitting in her arm-chair, telling us a long, beautiful tale; and when it was finished, she said she was tired, and leaned her head back to sleep awhile. We could hear her gentle breathing as she slept; gradually it became quieter and calmer, and on her countenance beamed happiness and peace. It was as if lighted up with a ray of sunshine. She smiled once more, and then people said she was dead. She was laid in a black coffin, looking mild and beautiful in the white folds of the shrouded linen, though her eyes were closed; but every wrinkle had vanished, her hair looked white and silvery, and around her mouth lingered a sweet smile. We did not feel at all afraid to look at the corpse of her who had been such a dear, good grandmother. The hymn-book, in which the rose still lay, was placed under her head, for so she had wished it; and then they buried grandmother.
On the grave, close by the churchyard wall, they planted a rose-tree; it was soon full of roses, and the nightingale sat among the flowers, and sang over the grave. From the organ in the church sounded the music and the words of the beautiful psalms, which were written in the old book under the head of the dead one.
The moon shone down upon the grave, but the dead was not there; every child could go safely, even at night, and pluck a rose from the tree by the churchyard wall. The dead know more than we do who are living. They know what a terror would come upon us if such a strange thing were to happen, as the appearance of a dead person among us. They are better off than we are; the dead return no more. The earth has been heaped on the coffin, and it is earth only that lies within it. The leaves of the hymn-book are dust; and the rose, with all its recollections, has crumbled to dust also. But over the grave fresh roses bloom, the nightingale sings, and the organ sounds and there still lives a remembrance of old grandmother, with the loving, gentle eyes that always looked young. Eyes can never die. Ours will once again behold dear grandmother, young and beautiful as when, for the first time, she kissed the fresh, red rose, that is now dust in the grave..

The Little Match-Girl

It was so dreadfully cold! It was snowing, and the evening was beginning to darken. It was the last evening of the year, too—New Year’s Eve. Through the cold and the dark, a poor little girl with bare head and naked feet was wandering along the road. She had, indeed, had a pair of slippers on when she left home: but what was the good of that! They were very big slippers—her mother had worn them last, they were so big—and the little child had lost them hurrying across the road as two carts rattled dangerously past. One slipper could not be found, and a boy ran off with the other—he said he could use it as a cradle when he had children of his own.
So the little girl wandered along with her naked little feet red and blue with cold. She was carrying a great pile of matches in an old apron and she held one bundle in her hand as she walked. No one had bought a thing from her the whole day; no one had given her a halfpenny; hungry and frozen, she went her way, looking so woe-begone, poor little thing! The snow-flakes fell upon her long fair hair that curled so prettily about the nape of her neck, but she certainly wasn’t thinking of how nice she looked. Lights were shining from all the windows, and there was a lovely smell of roast goose all down the street, for it was indeed New Year’s Eve – yes and that what she was thinking about.
Over in a corner between two houses, where one jutted a little farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and huddled together; she had drawn her little legs up under her, but she felt more frozen than ever, and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches and hadn’t got a single penny, and her father would beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, too: there was only the roof over them, and the wind whistled in, although the biggest cracks had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost dead with cold. Ah, a little match might do some good! If she only dared pull one out of the bundle, strike it on the wall, and warm her fingers! She drew one out—Whoosh! –How it spluttered! How it burnt! It gave a warm bright flame, just like a little candle, when she held her hand round it. It was a wonderful light: the little girl though she was sitting in front of a great iron stove with polished brass knobs and fittings; the fire was burning so cheerfully and its warmth was so comforting – Oh, what was that! The little girl had just stretched her feet out to warm them, too, when—the fire went out! The stove disappeared – and she was sitting there with the little stump of a burnt-out match in her hand.
Another match was stuck; it burnt and flared, and where the light fell upon it, the wall became transparent like gauze; she could see right into the room where the table stood covered with a shining white cloth and set with fine china, and there was a roast goose, stuffed with prunes and apples, steaming deliciously—but what was more gorgeous still, the goose jumped off the dish, waddled across the floor with knife and fork in its back, and went straight over to the poor girl. Then the match went out, and there was nothing to see but the stick cold wall.
She struck yet another. And then she was sitting beneath the loveliest Christmas-tree; it was even bigger and more beautifully decorated than the one she had seen this last Christmas through the glass-doors of the wealthy grocer’s shop. Thousands of candles were burning on its green branches, and the shop-windows, were looking down at her. The little girl stretched out both her hands—and then the match went out; the multitude of Christmas-candles rose higher and higher, and now she saw they were the bright stars—one of them fell and made a long streak of fire across the sky.
‘Someone’s now dying!’ said the little girl, for her old granny, who was the only one that had been kind to her, but who was now dead, had said that when a star falls a soul goes up to God.
Once more she struck a match on the wall. It lit up the darkness round about her, and in its radiance stood old granny, so bright and shining, so wonderfully kind.
‘Granny!’ cried the little girl. ‘Oh, take me with you! I know you’ll go away when the match goes out—you’ll go away just like the warm stove and the lovely roast goose and the wonderful big Christmas-tree!’ – And she hastily struck all the rest of the matches in the bundle, for she wanted to keep her granny there, and the matches shone with such brilliance that it was brighter than day-light. Granny had never before been so tall and beautiful; she lifted the little girl up on her arm, and they flew away in splendor and joy, high, high up towards heaven. And there was no more cold and no more fear—they were with God.
But in the corner by the house, in the cold of the early morning, the little girl sat, with red cheeks and a smile upon her lips—dead, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The morning of the New Year rose over the little dead body sitting there with her matches, one bundle nearly all burnt out. She wanted to keep herself warm, they said; but no one knew what beautiful things she had seen, nor in what radiance she had gone with her old granny into the joy of the New Year..

9 Aesop’s Fables
The Ant and the Dove

        An ant went to the bank of a river to quench its thirst, and being carried away by the rush of the stream, was on the point of drowning. A Dove sitting on a tree overhanging the water plucked a leaf and let it fall into the stream close to her. The Ant climbed onto it and floated in safety to the bank. Shortly afterwards a bird catcher came and stood under the tree, and laid his lime-twigs for the Dove, which sat in the branches. The Ant, perceiving his design, stung him in the foot. In pain the bird catcher threw down the twigs, and the noise made the Dove take wing.

“One good turn deserves another”.

The Bear and the Two Travelers

        Two men were traveling together, when a Bear suddenly met them on their path. One of them climbed up quickly into a tree and concealed himself in the branches. The other, seeing that he must be attacked, fell flat on the ground, and smelt him all over, he held his breath, and feigned the appearance of death as much as he could. The Bear soon left him, for it is said he will not touch a dead body. When he was quite gone, the other Traveler descended from the tree, and jocularly inquired of his friend what it was the Bear had whispered in his ear. “He gave me this advice,” his companion replied. “Never travel with a friend who deserts you at the approach of danger.”

Misfortune tests the sincerity of friends..

The Boy and the Nettles

        A boy was stung by a Nettle. He ran home and told his Mother, saying, “Although it hurts me very much, I only touched it gently.” “That was just why it stung you,” said his Mother. “The next time you touch a Nettle, grasp it boldly, and it will be soft as silk to your hand, and not in the least hurt you.”

Whatever you do, do with all your might..

The Dancing Monkeys

        A prince had some Monkeys trained to dance. Being naturally great mimics of men’s action, they showed themselves most apt pupils, and when arrayed in their rich clothes and masks, they danced as well as any of the courtiers. The spectacle was often repeated with great applause, till on one occasion a courtier, bent on mischief, took from his pocket a handful of nuts and threw them upon the stage. The monkey at the sight of the nuts forgot their dancing and became (as indeed they were) Monkeys instead of actors. Pulling off their masks and tearing their robes, they fought with one another for the nuts. The dancing spectacle thus came to an end amidst the laughter and ridicule of the audience.

“Not everything you see is what it appears to be.”


我儿子现在读到这里。.

The Hare and the Tortoise

        The hare was once boasting of his speed before the other animals. “I have never yet been beaten,” said he, “when I put forth my full speed. I challenge any one here to race with me.”
        The tortoise said quietly, “I accept your challenge.”
        “That is a good joke,” said the Hare; “I could dance round you all the way.”
        “Keep your boasting till you’ve beaten,” answered the Tortoise. “Shall we race?”
        So a course was fixed and a start was made. The Hare darted almost out of sight at once, but soon stopped and, to show his contempt for the Tortoise, lay down to have a nap. The Tortoise plodded on and plodded on, and when the Hare awoke from his nap, he saw the Tortoise just near the winning-post and could not run up in time to save the race. Then said the Tortoise:

“Plodding win the race.”.

The Old Woman and the Wine-Jar

        An old woman found an empty jar which had lately been full of prime old wine and which still retained the fragrant smell of its former contents. She greedily placed it several times to her nose, and drawing it backwards and forwards said. “O most delicious! How nice must the Wine itself have been, when it leaves behind in the very vessel which contained it so sweet a perfume!”
“The memory of a good deed lives.”.

我帮TEDDY上传一下

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The Serpent and the Eagle

        An eagle swooped down upon a Serpent and seized it in his talons with the intention of carrying it off and devouring it. But the Serpent was too quick for him and had its coils round him in a moment; and then there ensued a life-and-death struggle between the two. A countryman, who was a witness of the encounter, came to the assistance of the eagle, and succeeded in freeing him from the Serpent and enabling him to escape. In revenge, the Serpent spat some of his poison into the man’s drinking-horn. Heated with his exertions, the man was about to slake his thirst with a draught from the horn, when the Eagle knocked it out of his hand, and spilled its contents upon the ground.

“One good turn deserves another.”.

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The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

        A wolf found great difficulty in getting at the sheep owing to the vigilance of the shepherd and his dogs. But one day it found the skin of a sheep that had been flayed and thrown aside, so it put it on over its own pelt and strolled down among the sheep. The Lamb that belonged to the sheep, whose skin the Wolf was wearing, began to follow the Wolf in the Sheep’s clothing; so, leading the Lamb a little apart, he soon made a meal off her, and for some time he succeeded in deceiving the sheep, and enjoying hearty meals.

“Appearances are deceptive.”.

coco 已经帮我上传了所有的文本文件，谢谢coco..

谢谢teddy妈妈和coco..

谢谢COCO和TEDDY妈妈！
TEDDY能自己朗读了吗？真了不起！.

谢谢teddy妈妈和coco. 请问这适合多大的宝宝？.

有中文的音频，《论语》《孟子》《大学中庸》《诗经》《左传》《史记》《老子》《庄子》《孙子兵法》《唐诗》《宋词》《历代诗歌》《历代美文》《笠翁对韵》《弟子规，三字经，百家姓，千字文》，英文的如上。
我觉得唐诗以后的比较适合幼儿园小朋友和低年级学生，美文有点深，前面的比较适合高年级的小孩。不过他们说的就是这些盘子是13岁以前背完，当然看各人的进展拉，说是13岁以前的记忆力最好，背得出。
每天放30分钟，当作背景音乐在吃饭时候，洗澡，睡觉以前听，当然能集中注意力听最好了，说是听比读更能激发记忆潜能。大家有兴趣的就试试看吧。反正都是读经班的老师说的。.

谢谢teddy妈妈和coco..

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非常感谢楼上两位
请问这英语也是要求孩子背诵吗?谢谢!.

非常感谢楼上两位.

前几周儿子一直要我找卖火柴的小女孩，今天可算找到了。多谢，一下子从旺旺网下载这么多东西，都有点不好意思了。.

十分感谢teddy妈妈的分享，在网络有些问题的情况下，还一遍遍不厌其烦地努力着。。。.

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xiexie.

下载了，谢谢。.

谢谢.

谢谢！.

很不错的东西啊！辛苦了！不知道如果买磁带的话哪里有买呢？或者哪里有音频下载？.

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谢谢COCO和TEDDY妈妈！.

音频下载我弄不来，如果要可以加我的msn，因为我会发布这个星期发什么，如果没有msn的，请email我，我也会把你们加到发送list里的，嘻嘻。.

非常感谢楼主！.

teddy妈妈：请问哪里可以找到《唐诗》《宋词》《历代诗歌》的文字文本。.

真是太感谢 .

加了你MSN了,可以发给我吗 .

我加了你的msn,我想要中文音频版的.

我加了你的msn,我想要中文音频版的,谢谢！.

我加了你的msn,我想要英文文音频版的，真是好东东，谢谢.

我加了你的msn,我想要中英文音频版的,谢谢！

[ 本帖最后由 sunnysun 于 2006-11-29 11:19 编辑 ].

我加了你的msn,我想要中英文音频版的,谢谢！ .

谢谢二位妈妈了.