Story Walker (行走在故事里的小男孩）

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Chapter One
      “Ok. So what would you say to the crow if you met her?” the teacher asked his students but no one held up his hand. He then had a glance to the class, and his eyes stopped on Fengri’s head. The little boy didn’t seem to have noticed his teacher’s stare. He was too absorbed into the fairy tales.
       “Fengri. Stand up and answer the question!” The teacher ordered but he got no response. He got a little raged. He should be, because he had just had a quarrel with the girl he loved! He rushed to the little boy and as he hated, he found his student was reading a book, which didn’t to any extent concern the text he was teaching.
        “Stand up.” He caught the book and shouted and until then did the little boy know that he was in trouble again as always.
         The boy didn’t say anything but stand up head down, hoping that the teacher would not tell that to his strict mother, but more importantly, he hoped the teacher would return the book to him, which seemed quite impossible. The teacher must have made a bond with his mother, for any time he found he was reading a story book, he would take it away and give it to his mother, who would hide it forever. But the one he was reading this time was a little different, cause it’s a fairy-tale book and he really liked the tales in it, but more importantly, he borrowed it from the girl who was seated in the front of the classroom, and it took him quite efforts to borrow it from her, who liked that book more than anything else in the world. Well, she seemed to be worried too, and her eyes were fixed on the teacher’s raged face curiously.
        “So you are reading a book again, Er?” said the teacher, “Stand here and answer my question.” With these words, the teacher went onto the platform, with that fairy-tale book in his hand of course. He was still in anger.
        “What would you say to the crow if you met her?” the teacher repeated the question. The little boy knew the story quite well, actually he had finished all the stories in the textbook the day when he got it, except some texts he really didn’t like.
        It didn’t take him much time to think and he opened his mouth.
       “I would tell her not to be sorry. I would buy a piece of bread for her, with cheese on it.” he said, and that’s what he really wanted to do if he had a chance of course, but his answer obviously didn’t please the teacher, on the contrary, he was more raged.
        “How kind-hearted you are.” Said the teacher, almost irony.
        “Stand there and learn to use your head.” Said the teacher eyes in burning anger, but as the little boy wasn not looking at him, he had to withdraw his eye and tuned to another boy, who always succeeded in pleasing him as if he knew what’s exactly in his teacher’s mind. Actually he was waiting for his teacher’s eyes to fall on his, cause he knew the answer the teacher was expecting.
      “Xu Shijie, what would you say?” the teacher asked as he expected. He stood up confidently and started:
       “If I met the crow, I would say: Poor crow, you should learn a lesson from what happened to you today. Never open your mouth again the next time you meet the fox.” He stopped and stared at the teacher, confidently and the teacher exhaled at last and then had a glance to Fengri who was still standing there as if he wanted him to know how proud he was of Xu Shijie, whose answer really pleased him.

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狂。。。。。。。。。。。FAINT。。。。。。。。。。。头大了啊~~~~~~~~~~~~

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试笔之作，敬请赐教！

gungun2001

只看懂几个单词

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Two
　　　Having lost her favorite book, the little girl didn’t at all seem to be happy. She was walking in front of Fengri, head down, quite fast, to show how unhappy she was. Well, in such a situation, Fengri was supposed to say sorry to her, but as he was not such an out-going boy, he just followed her tightly, without saying anything. He knew he would never have a chance to see that book again and he would never find it, which always puzzled him, cause he just couldn’t understand why the books his mother got from the teacher were gone forever. He absolutely had no idea where his mother hid them, and that’s the reason why he couldn’t guarantee the girl that he would find the book and return it to her, who also knew how rare the chances were.
  　　　They walked for quite a long time, in silence and at last the girl stopped and stooped down. Fengri at last gathered all his courage and stood by her, only to find the girl’s shoestring was loose and she was knotting with it. However, to his astonishment, he heard the girl sobbing, and when she looked up, he found her eyes already full of tears.
  　　　“Sorry.” He finally said and made up his mind to speak out what’s in his mind.
  　　　“I’ll buy you another copy. I’ll save any coin for it. My grandma will come. I’ll ask her for some. She loves me. She will buy a copy for me.” He said and said but the girl didn’t seem to calm down.
  　　　“I’ve told you it’s a gift from my father. Any other one will be different.” Said the little girl, and he knew that. The girl’s father was just an employee in a small factory and her mother had lost her job one year ago. Life for them was not easy, while his family was quite different. His father had his own business and his mother even didn’t have to work to support the family. But that’s what he hated. His mother had enough time to always keep an eye on him and she arranged everything for him, including his breakfast and supper, lunch excluded and that’s the only channel he had a chance to save some money. Well, that’s how he could buy some books he liked sometimes but every time when he was found reading a book under his quilt by his careful mother, he would be scolded and punished.
  　　　Hearing the girl’s words, he was wordless again and the girl said nothing more but resumed her paces. Fengri had to stop, cause they were no longer on the same way and he was forbidden to be back late.
　　　  “Sorry. I promise to buy you another copy and I will buy a lot of books for you when I grow up.” He said in his heart but the girl was already out of sight. He had to turn back into the direction to his building, heart filled with worries. He knew he would be scolded again by his mother, the woman he didn’t like much. How could it be possible that by chance his teacher, the man who always looked at him differently would just let it go! He wouldn’t just as the moon will never catch up with the sun. However, he had no choice but to go back. He was only a ten-year-old boy and it was too early for him to run away from home, though that’s his dream. Yea, he had a dream! He wanted to have his own house, without his mother’s peeking and the house would be filled with all kinds of story-books, and he would never be hungry nor be tired. But how could there be such a wonderful place for him? Every time when this idea occurred to him, he got disappointed, heart filled with sorrow. But miracles always happen, especially to kind-hearted people and sometimes you don’t have to worry too much! Well, that day, a miracle happened to our little hero and that’s how this story came into being.
　　　  It happened like this: He was walking back, quite worriedly and hesitatingly, feeling sorry when suddenly he heard people on the street shouting. He turned up and found people around him, head up, staring into the sky, seeming to be amazed. Like others, he looked up and found dark clouds moving fast towards them. People shouted in excitement, cause they had never seen such black clouds moving just above their heads. But they didn’t have any amazing association at all.
　　　“Oh. They must be released from a factory.” One thought.
　　　“Dear God. The end of the world finally comes.” Another thought.
　　　“What the hell are they?” a guy shouted. Well, nobody knew what on the earth they were. People were just watching them, eyes full of horror. But to our little hero, they didn’t appeal to him as much as stories did. He didn’t forget that he must be home on time, but it became darker and darker until he had to stop at last, for he could no longer see anything and people were crying here and there, in horror as if they were too frightened by the weird phenomenon.
　　　“It’s the end of the world. It finally came!” He heard a man shouting not far from him, but he failed to see his looks.  
　　　“Oh. How I wish it’s really the end of the world. I don’t have to go back at least.” He said to himself when he heard that.

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Three
　　　The little boy felt his left foot hit by something and it hurt, though not too much. He stooped down to feel the thing that had just hit him. Well, soon, he touched something, quite smooth, round and long. It’s like a bottle. He picked it up and the clouds in the sky started to scatter and he could faintly see what he was holding. It’s a bottle, but a little different from those he had ever seen.
　　　“Little boy, take me with you.” All of a sudden, he heard a girl’s voice from nowhere. He looked around, but failed to see any one speaking to him.
　　　“It’s me. I’m talking to you! Don’t be afraid. I’m a princess.” Said the voice again, and the boy finally realized that the voice came from the bottle.
　　　“Put me into your bag and take me to your home, my dear little friend! Don’t let any body see me. Hurry!” urged the voice and the little boy said no more but did as what he was asked to, heart filled with wild joy. It’s too much like a dream! He kicked a stone by the road and it hurt, so he was sure it’s not a dream, witch facilitated the rate of his joyful heart. He began to run and the day was bright again.
　　　 “Well. Little boy. It’s quite all right now. Slow down. It makes me a little uncomfortable in this bottle, so just walk.” Said that voice, so the little boy slowed down, out of breath, cheeks red.
　　　“Well. What a world! Quite different from mine.” Said the voice, “It’s not so bad to be sent here.” The voice had a pause and then it went on, “well, my dear little friend, do you live far from here?” the voice stopped, waiting for the little boy’s answer, but he didn’t seem ready to give a reply. “You don’t talk much, do you?” failing to get a reply, the voice said itself again, “You are shy, aren’t you? Well, what a lovely boy! Thank you for taking me with you. I’m afraid I have to stay here for quite a long time, with you! Will you be happy?”
　　　“Yes.” the little boy finally smiled and said, joyfully.
　　　“You finally opened your mouth! Ok. You will change!”
　　　The little boy arrived, but he hesitated. He was already late because of the clouds.
　　　“Well, are we going to stand here forever?” asked the voice.
　　　“I’m late. Mom will scold me. My teacher must have called her. I will be punished again.” He said, unwilling to ring the bell.
　　　“So?” asked the voice, amusingly, but the little boy didn’t say anything.
　　　“You are afraid of her, aren’t you?” the voice asked and the boy nodded, quite upset.
　　　“Don’t be afraid. I’ll help you. Don’t be afraid of anything. Come on. Be a brave boy!” the voice encouraged the boy and after a moment of hesitation, he rang the bell and the gate was opened. He entered and went upstairs, lips shaking.
　　　“You are shaking, aren’t you? Oh, my poor little friend! How can you be so afraid of your own mother? Is she a monster? No! So just come on.”
The little boy stopped on the fourth floor and the door was opened already and his mother, standing akimbo by the door, gazing at him.
　　　“Ten minutes late!” said the mother, pointing to the wall clock.
　　　“Well, now I can understand why you are so afraid of her.” The boy covered his bag unconsciousness with his hands when he heard the voice. Well, he never expected that. But it’s too late. The voice astonished the mother and his movement alerted her.
　　　“What’s in your bag?” she asked, eyes wide open and held out her right hand to take his bag. The son, without knowing it, caught the bag tightly.
　　　“Give it to me!” the mother ordered, eyes fixed on his. Staring at her eyes, the son finally loosed his hand and the mother pulled it into her hand, hard. She unzipped the bag, while her son watching her, trembling.
　　　“What’s this? Where did you get it?” she took out the bottle, gazing at him, asked. But the son was quiet, eyes swimming in tears.
“Has the cat got you tongue? Answer me!” the mother almost shouted. But the little boy just stood there, head down.
　　　“Don’t scare him. He is your own son after all.” The voice in the bottle at last said something again and the mother, this time, in great horror, threw the bottle onto the ground but it didn’t beak. For a moment, she just stared at it like a frightened mouse and then she rushed into her own room and came out with an iron bar in her hand. Seeing that, the little boy jumped to the bottle and covered it with his little body, looking at his mother, tears pouring out!
　　　“Please. Please.” He begged in his heart.
　　　“Go away.” But the mother yelled and caught her son’s back, while the little boy held the bottle in his arms. The mother, seeing this, caught the bottle with her right hand, pulling hard but the boy just held it, determined not to let it go.
　　　“Give it to me!” Shouted the mother again, after failing to pull it out.
　　　“No.” said the boy in his heart and shook his head.
　　　“Ok. Just loose your hands.” But the voice in the bottle said, “Don’t worry about me, my dear little boy.”
　　　The boy hesitated, but the bottle just got out of his arms itself. The mother pulled it so hard that she almost fell on her back, which raged her so much that she threw the bottle onto the ground with all her efforts and then held up high the iron bar and------noises of glass breaking, white smog spread quickly in the room and soon it filled the whole room, in which, a beautiful girl of about twenty appeared, in silk white gown, golden hair, smiling beautifully. The little boy looked at her, in great astonishment, eyes wide open, mouth in she shape of an O.
　　　“Hello, my dear little friend.” Said the girl to our little hero, who smiled from the bottom of his heart, tears on cheeks.
　　　“Thank you!” The girl then walked to the mother and said, and greeted but obviously she was not welcome, for the mother held up high the iron bar once again and wanted to hit her hard on the head.
　　　“Oh. What a woman! That’s quite rude!” the girl exclaimed, and held out her hand, well, the mother said nothing more, but fell onto the floor, eyes rolling in her head!

秋石

帮我找出里面的错误！

败家子

“How kind-hearted you are.” Said the teacher, almost irony.

irony那里应该用形容词形式ironic吧? 修饰SAID的
另外ironic..听起来不太舒服  建议用satiric

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Thank you.

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i know there are mistakes in it. Could you introduce some good English websites to me?

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Four
　　　The mother was lying on the floor, eyes closed, motionless. The boy seemed to be too frightened to say anything. He turned up to look at the beautiful girl from nowhere for a while and then turned to his mother and then the girl and then his mother again.
　　　“Don’t worry. She is quite all right. I just made her fall asleep to keep her motionless and shut up! Poor little boy, look at you. What kind of life have you been living here! But such unhappy things are never going to happen to you again, because I’m here. I’ll treat you like my dear little brother and you are going to be a dear little prince, cause I’m a princess!” said the girl, quite proud of herself. She must be a happy princess who brought happiness to wherever she went.
　　　“Are you really a princess?” asked the little boy! Well, he had heard she said she was a princess when she was in the bottle, but he ever heard a story about a devil locked in a bottle, so he thought she would be a witch or something else like a witch. But he was just too happy to know she was a princess and she did seem to be one, cause she was beautiful and smiling all the time. Witches couldn’t be as beautiful as she was and they couldn’t have such happy smiles.
　　　“Well. Sure I’m a princess. I’m from a beautiful world where the sky is as blue as the sea and water is clean and birds can sing beautiful songs. Well, this world is much worse, but I’m happy to have met you, my dear little brother.” The princess held out her right hand and wanted to hold his but the little boy stepped back, tears poured out again.
　　　“Why? Aren’t you happy to meet me?” astonished as the princess was, she asked. The boy looked up, tears shining in his eyes.
　　　“I’m just afraid it’s too good to be true. I always have such dreams. But I always wake up in the morning. I’m afraid I will wake up again.” Said the boy, crying.
　　　“Oh. Poor little thing, you are not going to wake up, cause it’s not a dream! I like you and we are friends now. I’ll stay here with you for a long time! Come on, dry your eyes! I want you to be a happy boy, cause you should be happy! Every little child should be happy. Smile, smile, smile.” The princess smiled and the boy smiled at last.
　　　“So tell me your name! No, wait, I want to give you a name. How about Julien? It’s a beautiful name, isn’t it?”
　　　The boy didn’t say anything but smiled and nodded.
　　　“So I’ll call you Julien and you call me Fairy Sister. Ok?”
　　　The boy nodded again, heart filled with joy.
　　　“Fairy Sister.” And then he called. And they both laughed. Then the boy turned to his mother again, who was still lying on the floor, motionless.
　　　“Don’t worry. I’ll send her to bed.” Said the princess and she took out her magic stick and pointed to the mother, who was moved by magic power and sent to her own bed.
　　　“So only two of us now. What are we going to do?” asked the girl, looking around, “Mmm, I’m sure I heard something, wait, it’s from your stomach. Somebody is hungry now!” said the princess to the little boy, whose stomach made some noises because of hunger.
　　　“I guess I should do something.” The princess said and then went to the table, to which she pointed her magic stick. Soon, delicious smells filled the room.
　　　“Woo!” the little boy couldn’t help exclaiming, eyes moving on the beautiful dishes.
　　　  “Come on, sit here and enjoy it.” The princess said smilingly to him and he moved his steps without knowing it.
　　　It’s really a good dinner and the boy enjoyed himself very much. He had never had any food like these before, and he was no longer as shy as before. He really liked this fairy sister and she was really like a sister to him and he at last dare ask her some questions.
　　　“Fairy sister, why do you come here?” he asked.
　　　“Well. I don’t know. Perhaps I come here for you, my little brother. But I do can tell you something about my world. Well, it’s a beautiful world for sure. And my mother, the honorable queen is kind to anyone. She loves me very much and she also loves my younger sister very much. She never scolds us like your mother does. People there are happy!”
　　　“Are there any witches?”
　　　“Witches? Sure there are witches but not in my kingdom. There are witches in other kingdoms. Some of them are good hearted and some of them wicked. But witches don’t come to my kingdom because we don’t need them.”
　　　“Do you have any brothers?”
　　　“No. I only have a sister. There are no boys in my kingdom but girls. You are my little brother now!”
　　　“There are no boys?” he asked in great shock.
　　　“No! Why? We have got used to it! But every body will like you if you go there.”
　　　“Can I?”
　　　“Sure! But not now, cause I don’t know how to go back now. Don’t worry. My mother will find me and when she comes, I’ll take you with me and you’ll be a little prince there! Do you like to be a prince?”
　　　The boy nodded in wild joy, eyes full of expectations. He was just too happy to go there!