英文幽默哲理小故事【优选4篇】

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英文幽默哲理小故事篇一

Title: The Clever Monkey

Once upon a time, in a dense forest, there lived a clever monkey named Jack. Jack was known for his intelligence and quick thinking. One day, while swinging from tree to tree, he noticed a group of hunters setting up a trap nearby.

Curiosity piqued, Jack decided to observe the hunters from a safe distance. He watched as they laid out a net on the ground, hoping to catch some animals passing by. Jack knew he had to warn the other animals about the trap and come up with a plan to outsmart the hunters.

Jack called for a meeting with all the animals in the forest. He explained the situation and asked for their cooperation. The animals were worried but impressed by Jack's determination. They agreed to work together to outsmart the hunters.

The next day, Jack gathered a group of animals and devised a plan. They decided to distract the hunters while freeing their captured friends from the net. Jack, being the fastest, volunteered to be the decoy. He would lead the hunters away from the trap, giving the other animals enough time to rescue their friends.

As expected, the hunters spotted Jack and began chasing after him. Jack led them on a wild goose chase through the forest. Meanwhile, the other animals swiftly approached the trap and started freeing their trapped companions. Together, they managed to save everyone from the net.

After successfully outsmarting the hunters, Jack and the animals gathered to celebrate their victory. They applauded Jack's quick thinking and leadership skills. The animals realized the importance of unity and teamwork in overcoming challenges.

From that day forward, the animals in the forest formed a strong bond and worked together to protect each other from any harm. Jack's cleverness and bravery became legendary, and his story was passed down through generations as a reminder of the power of unity.

Moral of the story: Unity and teamwork can help overcome any challenge, no matter how difficult it may seem. By working together, we can achieve great things and protect ourselves from harm.

英文幽默哲理小故事篇二

Title: The Wise Tortoise

In a small village near a river, there lived a wise tortoise named Timothy. Timothy was known for his wisdom and problem-solving abilities. One day, the villagers faced a severe drought, and the river started drying up. The villagers were worried and didn't know what to do.

Timothy, being the wise tortoise he was, decided to find a solution to the problem. He called for a meeting with the villagers and shared his plan. He suggested digging a well near the village to access groundwater. The villagers were hesitant at first, as they had never dug a well before. However, they trusted Timothy's wisdom and agreed to give it a try.

Everyone in the village worked together to dig the well. They faced many challenges along the way, but Timothy's guidance and encouragement kept them going. After days of hard work, they finally struck water. The villagers rejoiced and celebrated their success.

The well provided a sustainable source of water for the village, even during the drought. The villagers were grateful to Timothy for his wisdom and leadership. They realized that sometimes, the solution to a problem lies in thinking outside the box and taking risks.

Years passed, and the village prospered with the well as their lifeline. Timothy's story spread far and wide, and he became a symbol of wisdom and problem-solving. People from neighboring villages sought his advice, and he was always ready to help.

Moral of the story: Sometimes, the answer to a problem may not be obvious. It takes wisdom and thinking outside the box to find a solution. By trusting our abilities and working together, we can overcome challenges and achieve success.

英文幽默哲理小故事篇三

　　推荐理由：

　　类似的故事看过不少，可是仍然没有办法不揪心。眼睁睁地看着四岁的儿子消失在眼前，对于一个父亲来说，最痛苦的事莫过于此。可是谁能给他不牺牲的理由？

　　短小精悍，也很容易懂。

　　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?

英文幽默哲理小故事篇四

　　推荐理由：

　　我们每个人都有过那样的时代，开始想要拒绝父母，想要成为自己，只是在那个年龄我们不曾意识到，无论怎样我们都是父母眼里永远的孩子，需要疼爱需要呵护。

　　一个不美满的结局，一个永不可能实现的心愿，一个父亲伟大的心，一个儿子深切的忏悔。

　　很感人，很动人，几乎让人流泪。

　　The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "How embarrassing. I am getting so clumsy in my old age."

　　Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, "Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment."

　　Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home."

　　He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."

　　Frank‘s voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"

　　He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, ‘No, Dad.‘

　　It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.

　　I said, ‘Dad, I‘m too old for a goodbye kiss. I‘m too old for any kind of kiss.‘

　　My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield. ‘You‘re right,‘ he said. ‘You are a big boy....a man. I won‘t kiss you anymore.‘"

　　Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn‘t long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save the nets and the floats."

　　I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don‘t know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old face....to smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."

　　-Bishop Thomas Charles Clary