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外语儿童通话故事 小红帽 第1章
Once upon a time there lived on the borders of a great forest a woodman and his wife who had one little daughter, a sweet child, whom every one loved. She was a joy of her father and mother’s hearts. To please her, her mother made her a little scarlet cloak and hood. The child looked so pretty in it that everybody called her Little Red Riding-Hood. One day her mother sent her to visit her grandmother—a spirited elderly woman who lived in the heart of the wood—to take her some fresh butter and new-laid eggs and a nice cake. Little Red Riding-Hood was very pleased to be sent on this errand, for she liked to do kind things, and always enjoyed visits with her grandmother. Little Red Riding Hood’s mother wisely instructed her to be sure to stay on the path, for the forest can be dangerous for those who stray. The sun was shining brightly as Little Red Riding-Hood set off on her journey, but it was pleasantly cool under the shade of the old trees. She sang with glee as she walked. She soon spied colorful butterflies flying playfully in the sun, and forgetting her mother’s instructions, skipped along behind them off the path into the forest.外语儿童通话故事 小红帽 第1章
Once upon a time there lived on the borders of a great forest a woodman and his wife who had one little daughter, a sweet child, whom every one loved. She was a joy of her father and mother’s hearts. To please her, her mother made her a little scarlet cloak and hood. The child looked so pretty in it that everybody called her Little Red Riding-Hood. One day her mother sent her to visit her grandmother—a spirited elderly woman who lived in the heart of the wood—to take her some fresh butter and new-laid eggs and a nice cake. Little Red Riding-Hood was very pleased to be sent on this errand, for she liked to do kind things, and always enjoyed visits with her grandmother. Little Red Riding Hood’s mother wisely instructed her to be sure to stay on the path, for the forest can be dangerous for those who stray. The sun was shining brightly as Little Red Riding-Hood set off on her journey, but it was pleasantly cool under the shade of the old trees. She sang with glee as she walked. She soon spied colorful butterflies flying playfully in the sun, and forgetting her mother’s instructions, skipped along behind them off the path into the forest.430 Listeners
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