英文睡前故事 Bedtime Story

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Publisher

Riley讲故事

Category

kids & family

Language

zh

Explicit

No

First episode

23 Apr 2024

Latest episode

7 Apr 2026

Latest episodes

20 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   7 Apr 2026

   The Willow Branch That Never Fades 永不褪色的柳枝

   Little Lin loved spring. She loved the warm rain, the buzzing bees, and the way the wind carried the scent of fresh earth. But this year, spring felt different. Her grandmother had passed away in winter, and Lin missed her more than words could say. One morning, her mother said, “Today we will visit Grandma at the hillside. It’s almost Qingming.” Lin didn’t understand. “How can we visit her? She’s not there.” Her mother smiled softly. “Her body rests there, but her love lives in our hearts. Qingming is the day we sweep the graves, offer food, and show that we remember.” So Lin and her family walked up the misty hill, carrying a basket of oranges, rice cakes, and a small pot of tea—Grandma’s favorite. They cleaned the moss from the stone, placed fresh wildflowers around it, and poured tea in a circle near the grave. Lin whispered, “Grandma, I miss you. I drew a picture of us under the old banyan tree. I left it here for you.” As she tucked the drawing beneath a smooth stone, a gentle breeze lifted a single willow branch from a nearby tree. It floated down and landed softly on Lin’s palm. “Look,” her mother said. “Willow branches are for Qingming. They help guide our loved ones’ spirits home, just for a little while.” That night, Lin placed the willow branch under her pillow. As she closed her eyes, she dreamed of Grandma—not as a ghost, but as a warm light. They sat under the old banyan tree, eating rice cakes and laughing. Grandma touched Lin’s cheek and said, “I see your picture, little one. And I will always be with you—in the spring rain, in the willow’s shade, and in your kind heart.” Lin woke with tears on her cheeks, but also a smile. She hugged the willow branch and whispered, “Good night, Grandma. I’ll remember you every spring.” And from that year on, whenever Lin saw a willow branch sway in the breeze, she knew it was Grandma’s way of saying, “I’m still here. And I love you.”

2. 

   8 Mar 2025

   The Star Within 不灭的星光

   In a small village nestled under a sky full of stars, there lived a girl named Ayla. Ayla loved to gaze at the night sky, imagining herself soaring among the constellations(星座). But sometimes, she felt unsure about being a girl. “People say girls should be quiet and gentle,” she thought. “But I want to be bold and brave. Can I still be a girl and dream of the stars?” One night, as Ayla sat on a hilltop, a shooting star streaked across the sky. It landed nearby, and when she approached, she found a glowing figure—a woman made of starlight. “I am the Keeper of the Stars,” she said. “And I’m here to show you something extraordinary.” The Keeper waved her hand, and the sky came alive. Stars rearranged themselves into shapes of women from history: a pilot soaring through the clouds, an engineer building bridges, a poet weaving words into magic. “These are just a few of the countless girls and women who reached for the stars,” the Keeper said. Ayla’s eyes widened. “But… how did they do it?” The Keeper smiled. “They embraced who they were. They were strong when they needed to be, gentle when it mattered, and brave even when they were afraid. They knew that being a girl wasn’t about fitting into a mold—it was about breaking it and creating their own.” As Ayla walked through the starlit meadow, she noticed something incredible. With every step, new stars appeared in the sky. One constellation formed a shield(盾). “This is the star of courage,” the Keeper said. “It shines for girls who stand up for what’s right.” Another constellation sparkled like a paintbrush streaking across the night. “This is the star of creativity,” the Keeper explained. “It glows for girls who dream and create.” And then there was a tiny, steady star that pulsed(跳动) softly. “This one is for kindness,” the Keeper said. “It shines for girls who care for others, even when no one is watching.” Ayla felt her heart swell(怦怦跳). “So… being a girl means I can be all these things?” “Yes,” the Keeper said. “And more. The stars shine because of girls like you. You are strong, kind, clever, and full of dreams. You are part of a story that’s been written for centuries—a story of girls and women who have shaped the world with their hearts and hands.” As Ayla left the meadow, she noticed something new: a tiny star had appeared in the sky, just above her. It was her star, just beginning to shine. From that day on, Ayla walked with her head held high, proud to be a girl. And whenever she doubted herself, she remembered the Keeper’s words: “You are part of something infinite, simply by being you.”

3. 

   11 Feb 2025

   The Year of the Brave Snake 蛇年之勇敢的蛇

   Long ago, in a misty valley nestled between emerald mountains, there lived a village terrified of the monstrous Nian. Every winter, when the moon grew thin, the beast would descend from the shadows, devouring crops, homes, and even children. The villagers trembled, hiding in caves, until one frosty year, a shimmering snake named Ling slithered into their midst. Ling was no ordinary serpent. Her scales glowed like jade, and her eyes held the wisdom of ancient rivers. “I can help you,” she hissed softly. “Nian fears courage and light. Together, we can drive him away.” The villagers doubted—how could a snake defeat a monster? But Ling’s calm resolve kindled hope. On the eve of Nian’s return, Ling coiled herself around the village well, her scales reflecting the moonlight. When Nian lunged, roaring with fiery breath, Ling struck. She twisted her body into a living barrier, her venomous fangs biting at the beast’s claws. The villagers, emboldened, clanged pots and lit firecrackers, their noise echoing like thunder. Nian staggered, blinded by the flashes and deafened by the clamor. But the monster was relentless. With a furious swipe, he tore through Ling’s scales. Yet even wounded, she tightened her coils, trapping Nian in a glittering knot. “Now!” Ling cried. The villagers hurled torches, driving Nian into the mountains—forever. Exhausted, Ling collapsed, her light fading. “Do not mourn,” she whispered. “My spirit will watch over you. Let my sacrifice remind you that even the smallest can be mighty.” As her last breath misted into the cold air, her scales scattered like stars, painting the night sky. From that year on, the villagers honored Ling by naming the year after her, celebrating the Year of the Snake. They hung red lanterns to ward off evil and shared stories of the brave serpent who taught them courage. To this day, when the new moon rises, children whisper thanks to Ling, knowing her stars still shine above, guarding them from shadows. And so, kindness and bravery—like a snake’s sleek grace—endure forever.

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