四年級上冊英語手抄報大全

　　I love you not for who you are, but for who I am before you.我愛你不是因為你是誰，而是我在你面前可以是誰。下面是小編為大家整理了一些，希望大家喜歡。

　　1

　　Wolves are coming

　　One day the following week, the boy was herding sheep with the other shepherds on the hill.

　　又過了一個星期，這個男孩兒和其他牧羊童一塊兒在山上放羊。

　　The grass was green, the flowers were red, yellow, white and orange, the sky was blue, xiaogushi8 the sun was shining, it was a nice colorful picture.

　　綠色的草地，紅的、黃的、白的和橙色的花兒，藍藍的天空，金光閃耀的太陽，真是一幅悅目的圖畫，一幅五顏六色的圖畫。

　　Some of the shepherds started playing games, some were fling kites the boy was sitting on a pear tree and looking at his friends.

　　有的牧羊童在做遊戲，有的在放風箏。這個男孩兒坐在一棵梨樹上，看著他的朋友們玩。

　　Suddenly, the sheep started bleating and running about, the boy saw clearly from the free-two wolves were running towards the sheep. The boy shouted, “Help! Help! Wolves are coming! Help! Help!” He thought the farmers at the foot of the hill could hear him and come to help. But the farmers heard his shouts and said, “Don’t listen to him, the boy is playing a joke again, the boy is telling a lie. He forgets his joke, but we don’t.”

　　突然，羊群咩咩叫著，四處亂跑，這個男孩兒從樹上看到兩隻狼正跑向羊群。英語小故事男孩兒大叫：“救命!救命!狼來了!救命!救命!”他想山腳下的農夫能聽見叫聲，他們會來幫忙的。但是，山下的農夫們聽見他的叫聲後說：“別理他，這個孩子又在開玩笑，他在撒謊，他忘記了他開的玩笑，但是我們還記得。”

　　This time, no farmer ran help him. The boy’s friends were all shouting at him, “It’s your fault, no farmer will come to help us, we don’t want to play with you. We don’t want to herd sheep with you!”

　　這一次，沒有農夫跑上山來幫忙，男孩而的小夥伴們都跟他大吵：“全是你的錯，沒有一個農夫來幫助我們，我們不想和你玩，我們不想和你一塊兒放羊了!”

　　2

　　The Bridge Keeper

　　There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.

　　A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard. He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man's strength.

　　Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "Daddy, where are you?" His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die. He took a moment to make his decision.

　　The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.

　　Now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man's heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done for us thru Jesus Christ?

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