英文简单的哲理故事

　　成熟不是不流泪，而是含泪奔跑;成熟并非不恐惧，而是尽管恐惧，仍有所行动。这些哲理，不管是英文故事，还是其他都是想告诉我们的道理。对此小编给大家准备了英文简单的哲理故事，以供参阅。

　　英文简单的哲理故事篇(1)

　　Catch stone fisherman

　　Fisherman who dragnet, feel very heavy, they danced for joy, thinking that this suddenly catch a lot of fish.

　　the network pulled the shore, network full of stones and other things, not a fish.

　　They are very Yusang, did not catch fish inverted worth mentioning at all uncomfortable with the fact that they expected the opposite is true.

　　One of them elderly fisherman said: "friends, not sadness, joy and pain together total, they like a sister. Advance happy we have, and now had to endure the pain a little bit."

　　moral：The story is that life is happening, as sometimes sunnyskies will suddenly urmoil, not because of setbacks and frustration.

　　捕石头的渔夫

　　渔夫们拉网时,觉得很沉重,他们高兴得手舞足蹈,以为这一下子捕到了许多的鱼。

　　哪知把网拉到岸边,网里却满是石头和别的东西,没有一条鱼。

　　他们十分懊丧,没捕到鱼倒也罢,难受的是事实与他们所预想的正好相反。

　　他们中一个年老的渔夫说道:“朋友们,别难过,快乐总与痛苦在一起,她们如同一对姐妹。我们预先快乐过了,现在不得不忍受到一点点痛苦。”

　　寓意：这故事是说,人生变化万千,正如有时晴朗的天空会突然发生风暴, 不要因挫折而苦恼。

　　英文简单的哲理故事篇(2)

　　n old man was gathering sticks in a forest.

　　At last he grew very tired and hopeless. He threw down all the sticks and cried out, "I cannot bear this life any longer. Ah, I wish Death would come and take me!"

　　As he spoke, Death appeared, and said to him, "What would you do, old man? I heard you call me."

　　"Please, sir," replied the old man, "would you help me lift this bundle of sticks up to my shoulder?"

　　有个老人在森林中砍了不少柴，十分吃力地挑着走了很远的路。

　　一路上他累极了，实在挑不动了，便扔下柴担，叫喊起来：“这种日子我受不了了，死神啊，带我走吧。”

　　这时，死神来了，对他说：“老头，你想做什么，我听见你叫我?”

　　“先生”，老人说，“您能帮忙将那担子放在我的肩上吗?”

　　寓意：即使生活不幸，人们仍需爱惜生命。

　　英文简单的哲理故事篇(3)

　　A Goodbye Kiss

　　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."

　　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."

　　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."

　　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!"

　　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.‘

　　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.

　　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.‘

　　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.‘"

　　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."

　　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."

　　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