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帖子  zhuomin 于 周四 七月 10, 2014 5:42 pm

快乐王子

快乐王子的雕像高高地耸立在城市上空—根高大的石柱上面。他浑身上下镶满了薄薄的黄金叶片,明亮的蓝宝石做成他的双眼,剑柄上还嵌着一颗硕大的灿灿发光的红色宝石。
世人对他真是称羡不已。“他像风标一样漂亮,”一位想表现自己有艺术品味的市参议员说了一句,接着又因担心人们将他视为不务实际的人,其实他倒是怪务实的,便补充道:“只是不如风标那么实用。”
“你为什么不能像快乐王子一样呢?”一位明智的母亲对自己那哭喊着要月亮的小男孩说,“快乐王子做梦时都从没有想过哭着要东西。”
“世上还有如此快乐的人真让我高兴,”一位沮丧的汉子凝视着这座非凡的雕像喃喃自语地说着。
“他看上去就像位天使,”孤儿院的孩于们说。他们正从教堂走出来,身上披着鲜红夺目的斗篷,胸前挂着干净雪白的围嘴儿。
“你们是怎么知道的?”数学教师问道,“你们又没见过天使的模样。”
“啊!可我们见过,是在梦里见到的。”孩子们答道。数学教师皱皱眉头并绷起了面孔,因为他不赞成孩子们做梦。
有天夜里,一只小燕子从城市上空飞过。他的朋友们早在六个星期前就飞往埃及去了,可他却留在了后面,因为他太留恋那美丽无比的芦苇小姐。他是在早春时节遇上她的,当时他正顺河而下去追逐一只黄色的大飞蛾。他为她那纤细的腰身着了迷,便停下身来同她说话。
“我可以爱你吗?”燕子问道,他喜欢一下子就谈到正题上。芦苇向他弯下了腰,于是他就绕着她飞了一圈又一圈,并用羽翅轻抚着水面,泛起层层银色的涟漪。这是燕子的求爱方式,他就这样地进行了整个夏天。
“这种恋情实在可笑,”其他燕子痴痴地笑着说,“她既没钱财,又有那么多亲戚。”的确,河里到处都是芦苇。
等秋天一到,燕子们就飞走了。
大伙走后,他觉得很孤独,并开始讨厌起自己的恋人。“她不会说话,”他说,“况且我担心她是个***,你看她老是跟风调情。”这可不假,一旦起风,芦苇便行起最优雅的屈膝礼。“我承认她是个居家过日子的人,”燕子继续说,“可我喜爱旅行,而我的妻子,当然也应该喜爱旅行才对。”
“你愿意跟我走吗?”他最后问道。然而芦苇却摇摇头,她太舍不得自己的家了。
“原来你跟我是闹着玩的,”他吼叫着,“我要去金字塔了,再见吧!”说完他就飞走了。
他飞了整整一天,夜晚时才来到这座城市。“我去哪儿过夜呢?”他说,“我希望城里已做好了准备。”
这时,他看见了高大圆柱上的雕像。
“我就在那儿过夜,”他高声说,“这是个好地方,充满了新鲜空气。”于是,他就在快乐王子两脚之间落了窝。
“我有黄金做的卧室,”他朝四周看看后轻声地对自己说,随之准备入睡了。但就在他把头放在羽翅下面的时候,一颗大大的水珠落在他的身上。“真是不可思议!”他叫了起来,“天上没有一丝云彩,繁星清晰又明亮,却偏偏下起了雨。北欧的天气真是可怕。芦苇是喜欢雨水的,可那只是她自私罢了。”
紧接着又落下来一滴。
“一座雕像连雨都遮挡不住,还有什么用处?”他说,“我得去找一个好烟囱做窝。”他决定飞离此处。
可是还没等他张开羽翼,第三滴水又掉了下来,他抬头望去,看见了——啊!他看见了什么呢?
快乐王子的双眼充满了泪水,泪珠顺着他金黄的脸颊淌了下来。王子的脸在月光下美丽无比,小燕子顿生怜悯之心。
“你是谁?”他问对方。
“我是快乐王子。”
“那么你为什么哭呢?”燕子又问,“你把我的身上都打湿了。”
“以前在我有颗人心而活着的时候,”雕像开口说道,“我并不知道眼泪是什么东西,因为那时我住在逍遥自在的王宫里,那是个哀愁无法进去的地方。白天人们伴着我在花园里玩,晚上我在大厅里领头跳舞。沿着花园有一堵高高的围墙,可我从没想到去围墙那边有什么东西,我身边的一切太美好了。我的臣仆们都叫我快乐王子,的确,如果欢愉就是快乐的话,那我真是快乐无比。我就这么活着,也这么死去。而眼下我死了,他们把我这么高高地立在这儿,使我能看见自己城市中所有的丑恶和贫苦,尽管我的心是铅做的,可我还是忍不住要哭。”
“啊!难道他不是铁石心肠的金像?”燕子对自己说。他很讲礼貌,不愿大声议论别人的私事。
“远处,”雕像用低缓而悦耳的声音继续说,“远处的一条小街上住着一户穷人。一扇窗户开着,透过窗户我能看见一个女人坐在桌旁。她那瘦削的脸上布满了倦意,一双粗糙发红的手上到处是针眼,因为她是一个裁缝。她正在给缎子衣服绣上西番莲花,这是皇后最喜爱的宫女准备在下一次宫廷舞会上穿的。在房间角落里的一张床上躺着她生病的孩子。孩子在发烧,嚷着要吃橘子。他的妈妈除给他喂几口河水外什么也没有,因此孩子老是哭个不停。燕子,燕子,小燕子,你愿意把我剑柄上的红宝石取下来送给她吗?我的双脚被固定在这基座上,不能动。”
“伙伴们在埃及等我,”燕子说,“他们正在尼罗河上飞来飞去,同朵朵大莲花说着话儿,不久就要到伟大法老的墓穴里去过夜。法老本人就睡在自己彩色的棺材中。他的身体被裹在黄色的亚麻布里,还填满了防腐的香料。他的脖子上系着一圈浅绿色翡翠项链,他的双手像是枯萎的树叶。”
“燕子,燕子,小燕子,”王子又说,“你不肯陪我过一夜,做我的信使吗?那个孩子太饥渴了,他的母亲伤心极了。”
“我觉得自己不喜欢小孩,”燕子回答说,“去年夏天,我到过一条河边,有两个顽皮的孩于,是磨坊主的儿子,他们老是扔石头打我。当然,他们永远也别想打中我,我们燕子飞得多快呀,再说,我出身于一个以快捷出了名的家庭;可不管怎么说,这是不礼貌的行为。”
可是快乐王子的满脸愁容叫小燕子的心里很不好受。“这儿太冷了,”他说,“不过我愿意陪你过上一夜,并做你的信使。”
“谢谢你,小燕子,”王子说。
于是燕子从王子的宝剑上取下那颗硕大的红宝石,用嘴衔着,越过城里一座连一座的屋顶,朝远方飞去。
他飞过大教堂的塔顶,看见了上面白色大理石雕刻的天使像。他飞过王宫,听见了跳舞的歌曲声。一位美丽的姑娘同她的心上人走上了天台。“多么奇妙的星星啊,”他对她说,
“多么美妙的爱情啊!”
“我希望我的衣服能按时做好,赶得上盛大舞会,”她回答说,“我已要求绣上西番莲花,只是那些女裁缝们都太得了。”
他飞过了河流,看见了高挂在船桅上的无数灯笼。他飞过了犹太区,看见犹太老人们在彼此讨价还价地做生意,还把钱币放在铜制的天平上称重量。最后他来到了那个穷人的屋舍,朝里面望去。发烧的孩子在床上辗转反侧,母亲已经睡熟了,因为她太疲倦了。他跳进屋里,将硕大的红宝石放在那女人顶针旁的桌子上。随后他又轻轻地绕者床飞了一圈,用羽翅扇着孩子的前额。“我觉得好凉爽,”孩子说,“我一定是好起来了。”说完就沉沉地进入了甜蜜的梦乡。
然后,燕子回到快乐王子的身边,告诉他自己做过的一切。“你说怪不怪,”他接着说,“虽然天气很冷,可我现在觉得好暖和。”
“那是因为你做了一件好事,”王子说。于是小燕子开始想王子的话,不过没多久便睡着了。对他来说,一思考问题就老想睡觉。
黎明时分他飞下河去洗了个澡。“真是不可思议的现象,”一位鸟禽学教授从桥上走过时开口说道,“冬天竟会有燕子!”于是他给当地的报社关于此事写去了一封长信。每个人都引用他信中的话,尽管信中的很多词语是人们理解不了的。
“今晚我要到埃及去,”燕子说,一想到远方,他就精神百倍。他走访了城里所有的公共纪念物,还在教堂的顶端上坐了好一阵子。每到一处,麻雀们就吱吱喳喳地相互说,“多么难得的贵客啊!”所以他玩得很开心。
月亮升起的时候他飞回到快乐王子的身边。“你在埃及有什么事要办吗?”他高声问道,“我就要动身了。”
“燕子,燕子,小燕子,”王子说,“你愿意陪我再过一夜吗?”
“伙伴们在埃及等我呀,”燕子回答说,“明天我的朋友们要飞往第二瀑布,那儿的河马在纸莎草丛中过夜。古埃及的门农神安坐在巨大的花岗岩宝座上,他整夜守望着星星,每当星星闪烁的时候,他就发出欢快的叫声,随后便沉默不语。中午时,黄色的狮群下山来到河边饮水,他们的眼睛像绿色的宝石,咆哮起来比瀑布的怒吼还要响亮。”“燕子,燕子,小燕子,”王子说,“远处在城市的那一头,我看见住在阁楼中的一个年轻男子。他在一张铺满纸张的书桌上埋头用功,旁边的玻璃杯中放着一束干枯的紫罗兰。他有一头棕色的卷发,嘴唇红得像石榴,他还有一双睡意朦胧的大眼睛。他正力争为剧院经理写出一个剧本,但是他已经给冻得写不下去了。壁炉里没有柴火,饥饿又弄得他头昏眼花。”
“我愿意陪你再过一夜,”燕子说,他的确有颗善良的心。“我是不是再送他一块红宝石?”
“唉!我现在没有红宝石了。”王子说,“所剩的只有我的双眼。它们由稀有的蓝宝石做成,是一千多年前从印度出产的。取出一颗给他送去。他会将它卖给珠宝商,好买回食物和木柴,完成他写的剧本。”
“亲爱的王子,”燕子说,“我不能这样做,”说完就哭了起来。
“燕子,燕子,小燕子,”王子说,“就照我说的话去做吧。”
因此燕子取下了王子的一只眼睛,朝学生住的阁楼飞去了。由于屋顶上有一个洞,燕子很容易进去。就这样燕子穿过洞来到屋里。年轻人双手捂着脸,没有听见燕子翅膀的扇动声,等他抬起头时,正看见那颗美丽的蓝宝石放在干枯的紫罗兰上面。
“我开始受人欣赏了,”他叫道,“这准是某个极其钦佩我的人送来的。现在我可以完成我的剧本了。”他脸上露出了幸福的笑容。
第二天燕子飞到下面的海港,他坐在一震大船的桅杆上,望着水手们用绳索把大箱子拖出船舱。随着他们嘿哟!嘿哟!”的声声号子,一个个大箱子给拖了上来。“我要去埃及了!”燕子略道,但是没有人理会他。等月亮升起后,他又飞回到快乐王子的身边。
“我是来向你道别的,”他叫着说。
“燕子,燕子,小燕子,”王子说,“你不愿再陪我过一夜吗?”
“冬天到了,”燕子回答说,“寒冷的雪就要来了。而在埃及,太阳挂在葱绿的棕搁树上,暖和极了,还有躺在泥塘中的鳄鱼懒洋洋地环顾着四周。我的朋友们正在巴尔贝克古城的神庙里建筑巢穴,那些粉红和银白色的鸽子们一边望着他们干活,一边相互倾诉着情话。亲爱的王子,我不得不离你而去了,只是我永远也不会忘记你的,明年春天我要给你带回两颗美丽的宝石,弥补你因送给别人而失掉的那两颗,红宝石会比一朵红玫瑰还红,蓝宝石也比大海更蓝。”
“在下面的广场上,”快乐王子说,“站着一个卖火柴的小女孩。她的火柴都掉在阴沟里了,它们都不能用了。如果她不带钱回家,她的父亲会打她的,她正在哭着呢。她既没穿鞋,也没有穿袜子,头上什么也没戴。请把我的另一只眼睛取下来,给她送去,这样她父亲就不会揍她了。”
“我愿意陪你再过一夜,”燕子说,“但我不能取下你的眼睛,否则你就变成个瞎子了。”
“燕子,燕子,小燕子,”王子说,“就照我说的话去做吧。”
于是他又取下了王子的另一只眼珠,带着它朝下飞去。他一下子落在小女孩的面前,把宝石悄悄地放在她的手掌心上。“一块多么美丽的玻璃呀!”小女孩高声叫着,她笑着朝家里跑去。
这时,燕子回到王子身旁。“你现在瞎了,”燕子说,“我要永远陪着你。”
“不,小燕子,”可怜的王子说,“你得到埃及去。”
“我要一直陪着你,”燕子说着就睡在了王子的脚下。
第二天他整日坐在王子的肩头上,给他讲自己在异国他乡的所见所闻和种种经历。他还给王子讲那些红色的朱鹭,它们排成长长的一行站在尼罗河的岸边,用它们的尖嘴去捕捉金鱼;还讲到司芬克斯,它的岁数跟世界一样长久,住在沙漠中,通晓世间的一切;他讲纽那些商人,跟着自己的驼队缓缓而行,手中摸着狼冶做的念珠;他讲到月亮山的国王,他皮肤黑得像乌木,崇拜一块巨大的水晶;他讲到那条睡在棕祸树上的绿色大莽蛇,要20个僧侣用蜜糖做的糕点来喂它;他又讲到那些小矮人,他们乘坐扁平的大树叶在湖泊中往来横渡,还老与蝴蝶发生战争。”
“亲爱的小燕子,”王子说,“你为我讲了好多稀奇的事情,可是更稀奇的还要算那些男男女女们所遭受的苦难。没有什么比苦难更不可思议的了。小燕子,你就到我城市的上空去飞一圈吧,告诉我你在上面都看见了些什么。”
于是燕子飞过了城市上空,看见富人们在自己漂亮的洋楼里寻欢作乐,而乞丐们却坐在大门口忍饥挨饿。他飞进阴暗的小巷,看见饥饿的孩子们露出苍白的小脸没精打采地望着昏暗的街道,就在一座桥的桥洞里面两个孩子相互搂抱着想使彼此温暖一些。“我们好饿呀!”他俩说。“你们不准躺在这儿,”看守高声叹道,两个孩子又跚蹒着朝雨中走去。随后他飞了回来,把所见的一切告诉给了王子。
“我浑身贴满了上好的黄金片,”王子说,“你把它们一片片地取下来,给我的穷人们送去。活着的人都相信黄金会使他们幸福的。”
燕子将足赤的黄金叶子一片一片地啄了下来,直到快乐王子变得灰暗无光。他又把这些纯金叶片一一送给了穷人,孩子们的脸上泛起了红晕,他们在大街上欢欣无比地玩着游戏。
“我们现在有面包了!”孩子们喊叫着。
随后下起了雪,白雪过后又迎来了严寒。街道看上去白花花的,像是银子做成的,又明亮又耀眼;长长的冰柱如同水晶做的宝剑垂悬在屋檐下。人人都穿上了皮衣,小孩子们也戴上了红帽子去户外溜冰。
可怜的小燕子觉得越来越冷了,但是他却不愿离开王子,他太爱这位王子了。他只好趁面包师不注意的时候,从面包店门口弄点面包屑充饥,并扑扇着翅膀为自己取暖。
然而最后他也知道自己快要死去了。他剩下的力气只够再飞到王子的肩上一回。“再见了,亲爱的王子!”他喃喃地说,“你愿重让我亲吻你的手吗?”
“我真高兴你终于要飞往埃及去了,小燕子,”王子说,“你在这儿呆得太长了。不过你得亲我的嘴唇,因为我爱你。”
“我要去的地方不是埃及,”燕子说,“我要去死亡之家。死亡是长眠的兄弟,不是吗?”
接着他亲吻了快乐王子的嘴唇,然后就跌落在王子的脚下,死去了。
就在此刻,雕像体内伸出一声奇特的爆裂声,好像有什么东西破碎了。其实是王子的那颗铅做的心已裂成了两半。这的确是一个可怕的寒冷冬日,
第二天一早,市长由市参议员们陪同着散步来到下面的广场。他们走过圆柱的时候,市长抬头看了一眼雕像,“我的天啊!快乐王子怎么如此难看!”他说。
“真是难看极了!”市参议员们异口同声地叫道,他们平时总跟市长一个腔调。说完大家纷纷走上前去细看个明白。
“他剑柄上的红宝石已经掉了,蓝宝石眼珠也不见了,他也不再是黄金的了,”市长说,“实际上,他比一个要饭的乞丐强不了多少!”
“的确比要饭的强不了多少,”市参议员们附和着说。
“还有在他的脚下躺着一只死鸟!”市长继续说,“我们真应该发布一个声明,禁止鸟类死在这个地方。”于是市书记员把这个建议记录了下来。
后来他们就把快乐王子的雕像给推倒了。“既然他已不再美丽,那么也就不再有用了,”大学的美术教授说。
接着他们把雕像放在炉里熔化了,市长还召集了一次市级的会议来决定如何处理这些金属,当然,我们必须再铸一个雕像。”他说,“那应该就是我的雕像。”
“我的雕像,”每一位市参议员都争着说,他们还吵了起来。我最后听到人们说起他们时,他们的争吵仍未结束。
“多么稀奇古怪的事!”铸像厂的工头说,“这颗破裂的铅心在炉子里熔化不了。我们只好把它扔掉。”他们便把它扔到了垃圾堆里,死去的那只燕子也躺在那儿。
“把城市里最珍贵的两件东西给我拿来,”上帝对他的一位天使说。于是天使就把铅心和死鸟给上帝带了回来。
“你的选择对极了,”上帝说,“因为在我这天堂的花园里,小鸟可以永远地放声歌唱,而在我那黄金的城堡中,快乐王子可以尽情地赞美我。”
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The Happy Prince Oscar Wilde High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. He was very much admired indeed. ‘He is as beautiful as a weathercock,’ remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; ‘only not quite so useful,’ he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not. ‘Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?’ asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.’ ‘I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,’ muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue. ‘He looks just like an angel,’ said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores. ‘How do you know?’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.’ ‘Ah! but we have, in our dreams,’ answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming. One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her. ‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and *** silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer. ‘It is a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has no money, and far too many relations;’ and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.
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2 After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said, ‘and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.’ And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, ‘but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.’ ‘Will you come away with me?’ he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home. ‘You have been trifling with me,’ he cried, ‘I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!’ and he flew away. All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I put up?’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations.’ Then he saw the statue on the tall column. ‘I will put up there,’ he cried; ‘it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince. ‘I have a golden bedroom,’ he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. ‘What a curious thing!’ he cried, ‘there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.’ Then another drop fell. ‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?’ he said; ‘I must look for a good chimney-pot,’ and he determined to fly away. But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see? The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity. ‘Who are you?’ he said. ‘I am the Happy Prince.’ ‘Why are you weeping then?’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me.’ ‘When I was alive and had a human heart,’ answered the statue, ‘I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty
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wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.’ ‘What, is he not solid gold?’ said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud. ‘Far away,’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.’ ‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ said the Swallow. ‘My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.’ ‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.’ ‘I don’t think I like boys,’ answered the Swallow. ‘Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.’ But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘It is very cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.’ ‘Thank you, little Swallow,’ said the Prince. So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town. He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘How wonderful the stars are,’ he said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love!’
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‘I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,’ she answered; ‘I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.’ He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel,’ said the boy, ‘I must be getting better;’ and he sank into a delicious slumber. Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. ‘It is curious,’ he remarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.’ ‘That is because you have done a good action,’ said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy. When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable phenomenon,’ said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. ‘A swallow in winter!’ And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand. ‘To-night I go to Egypt,’ said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, ‘What a distinguished stranger!’ so he enjoyed himself very much. When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Have you any commissions for Egypt?’ he cried; ‘I am just starting.’ ‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’ ‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ answered the Swallow. ‘To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.’ ‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the prince, ‘far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.
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He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.’   ‘I will wait with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby?’   ‘Alas! I have no ruby now,’ said the Prince; ‘my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.’   ‘Dear Prince,’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that;’ and he began to weep.   ‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’   So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.   ‘I am beginning to be appreciated,’ he cried; ‘this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,’ and he looked quite happy.   The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. ‘Heave a-hoy!’ they shouted as each chest came up. ‘I am going to Egypt!’ cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.   ‘I am come to bid you good-bye,’ he cried.   ‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’   ‘It is winter,’ answered the Swallow, ‘and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.’   ‘In the square below,’ said the Happy Prince, ‘there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.’
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‘I will stay with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, ‘but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.’ ‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’ So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘What a lovely bit of glass,’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing. Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind now,’ he said, ‘so I will stay with you always.’ ‘No, little Swallow,’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.’ ‘I will stay with you always,’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet. All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies. ‘Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.’ So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich *** merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are!’ they said. ‘You must not lie here,’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain. Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen. ‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the Prince, ‘you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.’ Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. ‘We have bread now!’ they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice. The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door where the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings. But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will you let me kiss your hand?’ ‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.’ ‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’ And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet. At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: ‘Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!’ he said. ‘How shabby indeed!’ cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it. ‘The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar!’ ‘Little better than a beggar’ said the Town councillors. ‘And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!’ continued the Mayor. ‘We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.’ And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion. So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,’ said the Art Professor at the University. Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. ‘We must have another statue, of course,’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.’
‘Of myself,’ said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still. ‘What a strange thing!’ said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.’ So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying. ‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird. ‘You have rightly chosen,’ said God, ‘for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.’
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看童话的时候 总是感触很深,这么多年过去,我已经很少在去看曾经迷恋的,或许沉醉的不可自拔的童话,我只是默默的在自己的世界里,想象着要怎样考一个好的大学,怎样沉浸在学术的海洋中,可那又怎样,如今我去看清华,也不过如此。只是他们在努力的发展自己的领域,可生活依然在继续,每个人都要为自己的生活的勤勤恳恳,享受生活,才会知足,才会明白那种最最简单的生活,我会为了燕子在快乐王子的脚下死去的那一瞬间心酸不已,我会为了世人认不出最珍贵的心而疼痛,我蓦然发现,那种简单真挚的纯真,那种似乎现实中无法存在的爱却打动了毫无防备的我,我喜欢看那些有的没的的感人情节,会看那些兜兜转转的伤心。可童话这种回头看看有点幼稚的情感,却真真戳中我心底的柔软,会回忆起曾经年少无知,曾经的懵懂,会想到如今的我曾被它如何深切的影响,会想到在世俗中的我曾经是如何的冷漠,如何的唯物至上,我突然觉得这一生真的失去了太多太多,被那种虚浮的欢乐所带走的,是真正的感情。
回看这些故事,我才发现,很多故事看过,却完全不记得,我只能如今慢慢咀嚼,不是他们所迷恋的动漫,而是我们童年的珍宝
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