500-word Stories 英国小初学生英语作文集

李小跳 · 发表于 2019-4-12 15:22

本帖最后由李小跳于 2019-4-12 23:04 编辑

BBC2每年搞一次儿童创意写作比赛，定几个主题，让小朋友用500个单词左右写一个故事，其实有点像我们的新概念作文比赛。

都是些10岁上下的英国小屁孩，但写出来的故事有些还很惊艳，语言也十分生动和准确。和我们同龄的小孩的中文写作相比，他们的构思和语言似乎更胜一筹（当然奥数完全比不上我们）。

前几年为了给小孩找阅读材料，我从网站上一篇一篇下载，整理成册。这里分享给有需要的同学，同时赚点金币吧

K哥 · 发表于 2019-4-12 16:49

在哪里下载啊？

来自苹果APP客户端

李小跳 · 发表于 2019-4-12 16:57

点击附件不行吗？第一次弄这个，实在也不懂...

李小跳 · 发表于 2019-4-12 16:59

而且我设置了售价2金币，但下载积分好像又变成1金币

李小跳 · 发表于 2019-4-12 20:07

下载的人不多呀，里面大概有50个故事，我贴其中一个出来。作文要求应该是写一件发生在自己所住小区的事情。写得生动有趣，可见英国人的幽默感从小就有了。

Chaos Street by Charlotte Fillery

The fire started slowly. Someone saw a light at the back of the house in the kitchen and thought it was a burglar. The house had been empty for months so no one had snuck downstairs to make that late night cup of tea. And so the fire brigade was called and that was when my dad woke up.
My dad sleeps in his pants so that was a shock to begin with. He also made a noise like an angry gorilla because the sirens had scared him. He literally jumped out of bed. “Fire! Fire! Fire!” he shouted which woke my mum up who swore.

The street was filling up quickly. I looked out of the window. Number 15 was ablaze. The fire licked the front door frame with its orange tongue. And the windows glowed like angry eyes.

The two elderly sisters Grace and Edna who lived next door to the burning house were in the street now in nighties and curlers and Mr Pearson from number 12 had run out in his night shirt, socks and slippers. It was like Christmas with all the house lights going on in the dark night. Grace was clutching a bottle of something. “Sherry, probably” said my mum who unlike my dad was getting dressed before she went outside. My dad was outside already running backwards and forwards up and down the street, talking to people. Telling the fireman what they probably already knew.

It’s funny when you see what people wear to bed. Practical Pete from number 30 obviously went to bed prepared because he fled from his house in his green army trousers with a woolly hat to protect his bald head from the cold. But he then realised he had forgotten his key and could not get back in. My dad shouted up at my bedroom window “Tell your mother to stick the kettle on for the firemen”. But I was too busy watching them unravel their long hoses and the sudden powerful jets of water.

Everyone had realised the firemen were too busy for tea at the moment and so just stood still watching. They puffed air like dragons and those pools of smoke were clear in the damp night. Whoosh whoosh went the water up and down and in and out of the house. The front door had gone now and two of the windows had broken. Mr Pearson had found two glasses for Grace’s sherry and the two old sisters sat on the kerb huddled together. My dad put his car blanket over them. I hoped the fire would not eat their house too.

I looked at my street differently from that night on. I had seen inside the lives of the people who lived there. I knew what Mr Pearson wore to bed. I knew Practical Pete was not practical. After they had put out the fire, the firemen had to break his front door down for him to get back into his house.