The Ugly Duckling, the first grade text of the People's Education Press

Here is a mother duck sitting in her nest. She has to hatch all her ducklings. But by this time she was exhausted. Few visitors came to see her. Other ducks would rather swim in the stream than come under the burdock to chat with her. Finally, the duck eggs collapsed one after another. "Crack! Crack!" The eggshell rang. All the egg yolks have now turned into little animals. They stick their little heads out. "Quack! Quack!" said the mother duck. They also started to scream loudly. They looked around under the green leaves. Mom asked them to look around as much as possible, because green is good for their eyes. "This world is really big!" these young guys said. Indeed, compared to when they were in eggshells, their world now is really different. "You think this is the whole world!" Mom said. "This place stretches out to the other side of the garden, all the way to the vicar's field. It's so far! I've never been there myself! I suppose you're all here?" She stood up. "No, I haven't laid you all out yet! This big egg is still lying there without any movement. How long will it have to lie there? I'm really annoyed." So she sat down again. "Well, how's it going?" asked an old duck who came to visit her. "This egg takes so long!" said the sitting duck. "It never cracks. Please look at the rest. They are some of the cutest ducklings! They all look like their father - the bad guy never came to see me once!" "Let me see. Look at this egg that never cracks," said the old guest. "Believe me, this is an egg from a Tushou chicken. I was deceived in the same way once. You know, those little guys don't crack. I know how much trouble and trouble it caused me, because they didn't dare to go into the water. I couldn't help but ask them to try it in the water. It was of no use at all - let me take a look at this egg! "Oh! It's the egg of a chicken! Let him lie down, and you can ask the other children to go swimming." "I'd better sit on it for a while," said the mother duck. After sitting for so long, it doesn’t matter if I sit on it for another week.” “Then please do it,” said the old duck. So she took her leave. Finally the big egg cracked. "Crack! Crack!" The new kid screamed and crawled outside. He is big and ugly. Mother Duck glanced at him. "This little duck is so big and scary," she said, "that there is no one else like him; but he is nothing like a little duck! Well, let's try it right away. He has to go into the water and I'll kick him Kick him into the water too. "The weather the next day was sunny and beautiful. The sun shines on green burdock. Mother Duck took all her children to the stream. thump! She jumped into the water. "Quack! Quack!" she cried, and the little ducks jumped down one after another. The water came up to their heads, but they emerged right away and swam beautifully. Their calves paddled nimbly. They were all in the water, even the ugly little gray fellow swimming with them. "Well, he's not a chicken," she said. "Look how nimble his legs are and how stable he floats! He's my own child! If you look at him carefully, he's pretty good. She's pretty. Ga! Ga! Come with me, I'll take you to the vast world and show you the chicken farm. But you have to stick close to me so that no one else steps on you. Watching you. You have to watch out for the cats!" Then they came to the chicken farm. There was a terrible uproar, for two families were fighting over an eel's head, and the cat snatched it away. "Look, the world is like this!" said Mother Duck. Her mouth salivated a little because she also wanted to eat the eel head. "Use your legs now!" she said. "Brace yourselves. If you see an old she-duck there, you have to put your head down, for she is the most prestigious person here. She is of Spanish descent—for she is very fat. Look , there is a piece of red cloth on her leg. This is a very outstanding thing, and it is also the greatest honor that a duck can get: it means a lot, it shows that people are not willing to lose her, and animals and people must know her. . Cheer up - don't pull your legs in. A well-bred duck always spreads its legs, like daddy and mommy. They did.

The other ducks stood by and watched, and at the same time said in a rather loud voice: "Look! Now there is another group of guests looking for something to eat, as if there weren't enough of us! Bah! Look at that little duck. What an ugly look! We can't stand it!" Then a duck flew over and pecked him on the neck. "Please leave him alone," said the mother, "he is not hurting anyone!" "Yes, but he is too big and special," said the duck that pecked him, "so he must be beaten. "The duck's babies are all beautiful," said the duck with the red cloth on its leg. "They are all beautiful except one. It's a pity that I can hatch him again." "No, ma'am," replied Mother Duck, "he is not good-looking, but he has a very good temper. He can swim just as well as the others - I might as well say, he can swim better than the others. I think He'll get better over time, or maybe he'll shrink a little in due course. He's been in the egg for too long, so he looks a little unnatural," she said, rubbing her neck. I pecked him and ruffled his feathers. "Besides, he's a drake," she said, "so it doesn't matter too much. I think he has a strong body and will find his way out in the future." "The other ducks are cute," The old duck said, "Don't be polite here. If you find an eel head, please give it to me." They are here now, just like they are at home. But the little duck that crawled out of the eggshell was too ugly. He was beaten, ostracized, and ridiculed everywhere, not only among the ducks, but also among the chickens. "He is really big and ugly!" everyone said. There was a male rooster who was born with spurs on his feet, so he thought he was an emperor. He inflated himself like a sailboat filled with wind, and walked towards him menacingly, with his big eyes wide open and his face turned red. The poor little duck didn't know where to stand or where to go. He felt very sad because he was so ugly and became an object of ridicule to all the chickens and ducks. This is what happened on the first day. Then it got worse day by day. Everyone wanted to get rid of the poor little duck; even his own brothers and sisters became angry with him. They always said: "You ugly monster, I hope the cat will catch you!" Then the mother also said: "I hope you go farther away!" The ducks pecked him. The chickens beat him, and the maid who fed the chickens and ducks kicked him. So he flew away over the fence; and the birds in the bush, seeing him, flew up into the air in panic. "It's because I'm so ugly!" thought the little duck. So he closed his eyes and continued running forward. He ran to a swamp where wild ducks lived. He lay there all night because he was so tired and frustrated. At dawn, the wild ducks took off. They looked at their new friend. "Who are you?" they asked. The little duck turned this way and that, trying to salute everyone as respectfully as possible. "You are very ugly," said the ducks, "but as long as you don't marry any of our kind, it doesn't matter to us." Poor little thing! He had no thought of marriage; all he wanted was permission to lie down among the reeds and drink some swamp water. He lay there for two full days. Then two geese - strictly speaking, it should be said that they were two male geese, because they were two men - flew over. They haven't crawled out of their mother's eggshells for long, so they are very naughty. “Listen, friend,” they say, “you’re so cute that even I can’t help but like you. You. Can you be a migratory bird and fly away with us? There is another swamp very close to here. There are several lively and lovely geese there. They all say: "Gah!" It's so ugly, you can try your luck with them!" "Crack!" There was a sound in the sky. The two male geese fell into the reeds and died, dyeing the water bright red. "Crack! Crack!" There was another sound. The whole flock of geese flew up from the reeds, and another burst of gunfire rang out. It turns out that someone is hunting on a large scale. Hunters were lying in ambush around the swamp, and some even sat on the branches that stretched above the reeds. Blue smoke shrouded the black trees like clouds, slowly drifting away on the water. At this time, the hunting dogs ran over in the mud with a splash, and the rushes and reeds fell to both sides.

What a terrible thing for the poor little duck! He turned his head around and hid it in his wings. However, at this moment, a terrifying large hunting dog stood closely beside the duckling. Its tongue protruded very long from its mouth, and its eyes glowed hideously and horribly. It put its nose against the duckling's body and exposed its fangs, but - plop! thump! ——It ran away without catching him. "Ah, thank God!" the duckling sighed, "I'm so ugly that even hunting dogs don't want to bite me!" He lay down quietly. The sound of gunfire was still ringing in the reeds, and bullets were fired one after another. When it was getting dark, the surrounding area became quiet. But the poor little duck didn't dare to stand up yet. He waited several hours before he dared to look around, and then he hurried out of the swamp and ran as fast as he could toward the fields and pastures. Then a strong wind blew, making it very difficult for him to run. When it got dark, he came to a simple farmhouse. It was so broken that it didn't even know which way to fall - so it didn't fall. The wind howled so loudly around the duck that he had to sit down facing it. The more it blows, the more fierce it becomes. Then he saw that one of the hinges on the door was loose and the door was crooked. He could get into the house through the gap, so he got in. There was an old woman living in the house with her cat and a hen. She called the cat "Little Son." He can arch his back high and make meowing noises; he can also make sparks fly from his body, but if you want him to do this, you have to touch his fur. The hen's legs are short and small, so she is called "short-legged chicken". The eggs she laid were very good, so the old woman loved her as if she were her own child. The next morning, people immediately noticed the unknown duckling. The cat began to meow, and the hen clucked. "What's going on?" said the old woman, looking around. But her eyes were a bit blurry, so she thought the duck was a fat duck and had gone the wrong way, so she came here. "What a rare stroke of luck!" she said. "Now I can have a duck egg. I just hope it's not a drake! We have to find out!" In this way, the little duck suffered three After weeks of testing, he didn't lay any eggs. The cat is the gentleman of the family, and the hen is the wife of the family, so they say as soon as they speak: "We and the world!" because they think they are half of the world, and the best half. Woolen cloth. The duck felt that he could have a different opinion, but the hen couldn't stand his attitude. "Can you lay eggs?" she asked. "No!" "Then please don't express your opinion." Then the tomcat said: "Can you arch your back, purr and make sparks?" "No!" "Then, as a sensible person When people are talking, there is no need for you to express your opinions!" Xiaoya was sitting in a corner, feeling very bad. Then he thought of fresh air and sunlight. He felt a strange longing: he wanted to swim in the water. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and had to tell the hen what was on his mind. "What are you thinking about?" asked the hen. "You have nothing to do, that's why you have these weird thoughts. As long as you lay a few eggs or make a few meowing noises, then these weird thoughts of yours will disappear." "But, in the water, How wonderful it is to swim!" said the little duck. "What a pleasure it would be to have the water over your head and dive into the bottom of the water!" "Yes, it must be a pleasure!" said the hen. "You are going crazy. Just ask the cat - -Among all the friends I know, he is the smartest - you ask him if he likes to swim in the water or get into the water. I won't talk about myself first. Ask him. Master—that old woman—there is no wiser person in the world! Do you think she wants to swim and let the water go over her head?” “You don’t know me,” said the duck. . "We don't know you? Who knows you? You can't be smarter than the cat and the mistress - I won't mention myself. My child, don't think you are great! You have these cares now, You should thank God. You are in a warm house now, you have some friends, and you can learn a lot from them, right? But you are a loser, and you can't be happy to be around you. I, I say these unpleasant words to you solely to help you.

Only in this way will you know who your true friends are! Please pay attention to learn how to lay eggs, or howl, or how to make sparks! "I think I'd better go out into the wide world," said the duck. "Well, you go!" "said the hen. So the duckling went away. He swam in the water for a while and got into the water for a while; however, because of his ugly appearance, all the animals looked down on him. Autumn has arrived. The leaves in the forest turned into Yellow and brown. The wind picked them up and carried them flying in the air, and the clouds were heavy with hail and snowflakes, hanging low on the fence. They were so cold that they could only cry: “Quah! Gua! "Yes, you will feel cold just thinking about this scene. This poor little duck really never had a comfortable time. One night, when the sun was setting beautifully, a group of beautiful big birds came from Flying out of the bush, the ducks had never seen anything so beautiful. They were shining white and had long soft necks. They made a strange sound and spread their beautiful long wings. They flew from the cold zone to the warm country, to the ice-free lake. They flew very high - so high that the ugly duckling couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement, spinning like a wheel on the water. He whirled and stretched his neck toward them, making a strange sound that frightened even him! He could never forget these beautiful birds, these happy birds. When he couldn't see them, he sank to the bottom of the water; but when he came to the surface again, he felt very empty. He didn't know the names of these birds, and he didn't know where they were flying. But he loved them as if he had never loved anything before. How could he dream of being as beautiful as they were, as long as other ducks allowed him to live with them? Very satisfied - poor ugly thing. It got very cold in the winter, so the little duck had to swim around in the water to avoid it completely freezing into ice. Shrinking one night. The water was so cold that one could hear the cracking of ice. The duck had to keep swimming on one of his legs to prevent the water from being completely closed by the ice. Finally, he passed out and lay down. It was motionless and stuck together with the ice. Early in the morning, a farmer passed by here. He walked over and broke the ice with his clogs, then picked it up and gave it to him. Woman. Then he gradually regained consciousness. The children wanted to play with him, but the little duck thought they wanted to hurt him and jumped into the milk dish, spilling the milk all over the room. The woman screamed and clapped her hands. Then the little duck flew into the butter basin, and then it finally climbed out looking good. The woman screamed and tried to hit him with a poker. The children huddled together and tried to catch the duck. Fortunately, the door was open. into the fresh snow among the bushes. There he lay, almost in a coma, and the story would have been too tragic to tell only of the hardships and misfortunes he had suffered in this harsh winter. When he looked at it, he was lying in the reeds in the swamp. The lark began to sing - it was a beautiful spring day. He lifted it up and flew away. Unknowingly, he had flown into a large garden where the apple trees were in bloom; the lilacs were exuding their fragrance, and their long green branches hung over the winding stream. . Ah, it's so beautiful here, full of spring! Three beautiful white swans swam up to him from the shade of the trees. They floated lightly on the water, their feathers swishing. The little duck recognized these beautiful animals and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. "I will fly to them, to these noble birds! But they will kill me because I am so ugly that I dare to approach them. But it does not matter! It is better to be killed by them than by a duck How much better to be bitten, to be pecked by the chickens, to be kicked by the maid who looks after the chicken farm, and to suffer in the winter!" So he flew into the water and swam toward these beautiful swans: the animals saw him and immediately It ruffled its feathers and swam toward him. "Please kill me!" said the poor animal. He lowered his head to the water, just waiting to die. But what did he see in the clear water? He saw his reflection.

But it was no longer a clumsy, dark gray, ugly and annoying duck, but a swan! Introduction to the author

Andersen (1805-1875) was a famous Danish fairy tale writer in the 19th century and the founder of fairy tales in world literature. He was born in a poor shoemaker family in Odense. He studied at a charity school and worked as an apprentice in his early years. Influenced by his father and folk oral literature, he loved literature since childhood. When he was 11 years old, his father died of illness and his mother remarried. In order to pursue art, he came to Copenhagen alone at the age of 14.

After eight years of hard work, he finally showed his talent in the poetic drama "Alfsol". Therefore, he was sent to Slagelsee Grammar School and Helsingo School for free by the Royal Theater of Arts. It lasted 5 years. In 1828, he entered the University of Golhagen. After graduation, he has never had a job and mainly relies on royalties to make a living. In 1838, he received a writer's bonus - the state allocated him a non-public service allowance of 200 yuan every year.

General plot

1. (1~13) After birth, he was bullied because of his ugliness. He ran away but encountered a hunter, and luckily escaped in the reeds.

2. (14~33) He was taken in by an old woman when he was lost, laughed at by a chicken and a cat, and finally left there.

3. (34~36) Experience the joy of swimming in the pond, very envious of the beauty of swans, but at the same time very inferior.

4. (37~39) After the lake froze, he was taken in by a farmer and bullied by the children.

5. (40~48) Finally, spring came, and she found that she was also a beautiful white swan. She was praised and got the happiness in her dreams.

From this text, we gain inspiration

The ugly duckling turned into a white swan after going through untold hardships and hardships. That is because it has a dream in its heart and is supported by the dream. it. In fact, destiny has no trajectory. The key lies in the pursuit of a beautiful realm and beautiful ideals. Frustration and pain in life are inevitable, we must learn to put them under our feet.