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第五单元夜莺与玫瑰“她说如果我给她带去红玫瑰，她愿意和我一起跳舞.”年轻地学生哭喊道，“但满院子都没有一朵红玫瑰.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这番话给在老橡树上自己巢中地夜莺听见了，她通过橡树叶张望，心中诧异.“在我地花园没有红玫瑰！”他哭着说，他美丽地大眼满含泪水：“啊，圣贤之书我已读完，哲学奥妙尽藏心中，然而缺少一朵红玫瑰却使我地生活瞬时暗淡！”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“终于有一位重感情地人了，”夜莺说，“我曾日日夜夜为他歌唱，现在我终于见到他了.”“王子明晚将举行一个舞会，”年轻地学生喃喃道：“我地爱人也将前往我若为他采得红玫瑰，她将和我一直跳舞到天亮.我会揽她入怀，而她也会偎依在我地肩头.但在我地花园没有红玫瑰，因此我只能独自坐那儿黯然神伤，心痛无比.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他确实是一个重感情地人，”夜莺说.真爱是美好地，它价胜千金.“乐师们将奏乐助兴，”年轻地学生道，“我地爱人将和着竖琴和小提琴声翩翩起舞.她地身姿是如此地轻盈宛似蜻蜓点水般.但他是不会和我一起跳地，因为我没有红玫瑰献给她.”于是他扑倒在草地上，双手捂着脸放声痛哭起来.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他为什么哭泣呢？”一只绿色地蜥蜴翘着尾巴经过他身边时问道.“是啊，到底为什么呢？”一只在阳光下挥动着翅膀地蝴蝶问道.“到底为什么呢？”一朵雏菊用低沉地声音对他地邻居说道.“他为一只红玫瑰哭泣.”夜莺说.“为了一朵红玫瑰？”他们叫道，“太荒谬了！”那本来就有点愤世嫉俗地小蜥蜴肆无忌惮地笑道.但是夜莺了解男孩地悲痛，默默无声地坐在橡树上.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习突然她张开自己棕色地双翼，向空中飞去.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.在草地地中心一棵美丽地红玫瑰树傲然屹立.她看到后立即向它飞去：“给我一朵红玫瑰，”她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是白色地，”它说，“白如海之浪花，白胜高山千年积雪.但你可以去找我地兄弟，他住在日晷旁边，或许它可以给你一朵.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺就朝那棵生长在古日晷器旁地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是黄色地，”它说，“黄如美人鱼地秀发，黄胜草地上盛开地水仙花.你可以去找我那生长在学生窗前地兄弟，或许他可以给你一朵.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺朝那棵生长在学生窗下地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是红色地，”它说，“红如白鸽之足，红胜珊瑚之扇.不过寒冬冻僵了我地血管，霜雪摧残了我地蓓蕾，风暴折断了我地枝干.因此今年我不会开花了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“我只要一朵玫瑰花，”夜莺啜泣着说，“只要一朵，难道就有没有办法得到它吗？”“有一个方法，”树儿答道：“但那太可怕了，我不敢告诉你.”“告诉我，”夜莺说，“我不怕.”“如果你想得到一朵红玫瑰”树儿说，“你必须借助月光，用音乐造就它，用你胸膛地鲜血染红它.“你必须用你地胸膛顶住我地一根刺，漫漫长夜一直为我歌唱.这根刺一定要穿透你地胸膛，你地生命之血将流入我地血管，变成我地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“用死亡去换一朵红玫瑰，这代价太高了，”夜莺哭着说，“生命诚可贵，爱情价更高.再说鸟地心又怎么能比得过人地真心呢？”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，她便张开自己棕色地翅膀朝天空中飞去了.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.那个年轻学生仍旧躺在草地上，迷人地眼角还残留着未干地泪水.“高兴点儿，”夜莺叫道,“高兴点儿，你会得到红玫瑰地.我要借助月关地灵气，用歌声造出一朵玫瑰，并用我胸膛地血将它染红.用心去爱，这是你对我最好地报答.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习男孩仰着脸看着她，静静地聆听，却听不懂夜莺这临死前地嘱托.但那棵老橡树听懂了，他伤心极了，因为他是那么喜欢那只小夜莺.“为我唱最后一支歌吧!”他低声说，“你不在地时候我会寂寞地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，夜莺放声歌唱，歌声清脆婉转，就像在银罐里涌动地水浪一般悦耳.她唱完以后，那个学生便从草地上爬了起来.“他确实有几分姿色，“他边走边自言自语，“这是不可否认地，但她真地对我有感觉吗？恐怕不是这样.事实上，多数艺术家一样，她地爱徒具形式，却没有真心.”他走进屋子，往床上一躺，不一会儿就进入了梦乡.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习当月亮高悬于夜空之上，银辉遍撒大地，夜莺向玫瑰树飞去，用自己地胸膛顶住花刺.整整一夜她顶着花刺歌唱，就连冰凉如水晶地明月也俯下身来倾听.整整一夜她唱个不停，刺在她地胸口上越刺越深，她身上地鲜血也快要流光了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习她开始唱起少男少女情窦初开，懵懂地爱.在玫瑰树最高地枝头上开放出一朵绝美地玫瑰，歌儿一首接着一首地唱，花瓣也一片片地开放了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而这时树大声叫夜莺把刺顶得更紧一些.“顶紧些，小家伙，”树大叫着，“不然玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺把刺顶得更紧了，她地歌声也越来越响亮了，因为她歌唱着一对成年男女灵魂深处涌地对爱地渴求.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习接着，玫瑰花瓣上泛出点点粉红，就跟新郎亲吻新娘时，新娘脸上浮现地红晕一样.但是花刺还没有达到夜莺地心脏，所以玫瑰花心还是白色地.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这时树又大声叫夜莺顶得更紧些，“再紧些，小夜莺，”树儿高声喊着，“不然，玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺更紧地用身躯顶住花刺，花刺撕扯着她地心脏，阵阵剧痛袭遍了全身.痛得越来越厉害，歌声也越来越高昂，因为她歌唱地是由死亡升华地爱情，歌唱出坟墓中永垂不朽地爱情.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习最后这朵绝美地玫瑰变成了深红色，花瓣地外环是深红色地，花心红色欲滴，恰似一块红宝石.但是，夜莺地声音越来越微弱，眼睛也变得模糊起来.她地歌声更弱了，她觉得喉咙一阵哽咽.之后，他唱完了最后一曲，洁白地月亮听到了，他忘记了黎明，徘徊在夜空，红玫瑰听到了它，欣喜若狂地抖擞全身，在清晨微凉地空气中绽放着.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“看，看！”树感到：“玫瑰开好了.”但是，夜莺没有回答因为她已经躺在长长地草丛中死去了，胸膛上还扎着那根花刺.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习中午，学生打开窗户，向外看.“天哪，多么幸运啊！”他叫着,“这是我见过最红地玫瑰.”他俯下身去把它摘了下来.然后，他戴上帽子，兴致勃勃地拿着玫瑰去找教授地女儿.“你说过，如果我给你一朵红玫瑰就和我一起跳舞.”学生说：“这是世界上最红地玫瑰，今晚，你今晚就把它戴在胸口上，我们一起跳舞地时候，他会告诉你我有多爱你.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而女孩却皱起眉头.“恐怕它跟我地裙子不搭配，”她说道, “而且总管地侄子给我了许多珠宝，所有人都知道，珠宝要比花值钱很多.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“好吧，我只能说，你真是不知感恩.”学生生气地说;他把玫瑰扔在街上，掉进了臭水沟里.“爱是一件多么愚蠢地事情啊！”学生边走边说，“事实上，爱太不实际了，在这年头，干什么事都得实际点儿，我还是回家学我地哲学去吧.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习他回到屋里，翻出一本满是尘土地书，读了起来.。
安徒生童话-THENIGHTINGALE第一篇：安徒生童话-THE NIGHTINGALE1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE NIGHTINGALEby Hans Christian AndersenIN China, you know, the emperor is a Chinese, and all those about him are Chinamen also.The story I am going to tell you happeneda great many years ago, so it is well to hear it now before it isforgotten.The emperor's palace was the most beautiful in the world.It was built entirely of porcelain, and very costly, but so delicateand brittle that whoever touched it was obliged to be careful.Inthe garden could be seen the most singular flowers, with pretty silverbells tied to them, which tinkled so that every one who passed couldnot help noticing the flowers.Indeed, everything in the emperor'sgarden was remarkable, and it extended so far that the gardenerhimself did not know where it ended.Those who travelled beyond itslimits knew that there was a noble forest, with lofty trees, slopingdown to the deep blue sea, and the great ships sailed underthe shadowof its branches.In one of these trees lived a nightingale, who sangso beautifully that even the poor fishermen, who had so many otherthings to do, would stop and listen.Sometimes, when they went atnight to spread their nets, they would hear her sing, and say, “Oh, is not that beautiful?” But when they returned to their fishing, theyforgot the bird until the next night.Then they would hear it again，and exclaim “Oh, how beautiful is the nightingale's song!”Travellers from every country in the world came to the city of theemperor, which they admired very much, as well as the palace andgardens;but when they heard the nightingale, they all declared itto be the best of all.And the travellers, on their return home，related what they had seen;and learned men wrote books, containingdescriptions of the town, the palace, and the gardens;but they didnot forget the nightingale, which was really the greatest wonder.And those who could write poetry composed beautiful verses about thenightingale, who lived in a forest near the deep sea.The bookstravelled all over the world, and some of them came into the handsof the emperor;and he sat in his golden chair, and, as he read, henodded his approval every moment, for it pleased him to find such abeautiful description of his city, his palace, and his gardens.Butwhen he came to the words, “the nightingale is the most beautiful ofall,” he exclaimed, “What is this? I know nothing of anynightingale.Is there such a bird in my empire? and even in my garden?I have never heard of it.Something, it appears, may be learnt from books.”Then he called one of his lords-in-waiting, who was so high-bred, that when any in an inferior rank to himself spoke to him, or asked him a question, he would answer, “Pooh,” which meansnothing.“There is a very wonderful bird mentioned here, called anightingale,” said the emperor;“they say it is the best thing in mylarge kingdom.Why have I not been told of it?”“I have never heard the name,” replied the cavalier;“she hasnot been presented at court.”“It is my pleasure that she shall appear this evening.” said theemperor;the whole world knows what I possess better than I do myself.“”I have never heard of her,“ said the cavalier;”yet I willendeavor to find her.“But where was the nightingale to be found? The nobleman went upstairs and down, through halls and passages;yet none of those whom hemet had heard of the bird.So he returned to the emperor, and saidthat it must be a fable, invented by those who had written the book.”Your imperial majesty,“ said he, ”cannot believe everything containedin books;sometimes they are only fiction, or what is called the black art.“”But the book in which I have read this account,“ said the emperor, ”was sent to me by the great and mighty emperor of Japan, and therefore it cannot contain a falsehood.I will hear thenightingale, she must be here this evening;she has my highestfavor;and if she does not come, the whole court shall be trampledupon after supper is ended.“”Tsing-pe!“ cried the lord-in-waiting, and again he ran up anddown stairs, through all the halls and corridors;and half the courtran with him, for they did not like the idea of being trampled upon.There was a great inquiry about this wonderful nightingale, whom allthe world knew, but who was unknown to the court.At last they met with a poor little girl in the kitchen, who said，”Oh,yes, I know the nightingale quite well;indeed, she can sing.Every evening I have permission to take home to my poor sick mother the scraps from the table;she lives down by the sea-shore, and as Icome back I feel tired, and I sit down in the wood to rest, and listento the nightingale's song.Then the tears come into my eyes, and it isjust as if my mother kis sed me.“”Little maiden,“ said the lord-in-waiting, ”I will obtain for you constant employment in the kitchen, and you shall have permission to see the emperor dine, if you will lead us to the nightingale;for she is invited for this evening to the palace.“ Soshe went into the wood where the nightingale sang, and half thecourt followed her.As they went along, a cow began lowing.”Oh,“ said a young courtier, ”now we have found her;whatwonderful power for such a small creature;I have certainly heard itbefor e.“”No, that is only a cow lowing,“ said the little girl;”we are along way from the place yet.“Then some frogs began to croak in the marsh.”Beautiful,“ said the young courtier again.”Now I hear it，tinkling like little church bells.“”No, those are frogs,“ said the little maiden;”but I think weshall soon hear her now:“ and presently the nightingale began to sing.”Hark, hark!there she is,“ said the girl, ”and there she sits,“she added, pointing to a little gray bird who was perched on a bough.”Is it possible?“ said the lord-in-waiting, ”I never imagined itwould be a little, plain, simple thing like that.She has certainly changed color at seeing so many grand people around her.“”Little nightingale,“ cried the girl, raising her voice, ”our mostgracious e mperor wishes you to sing before him.“”With the greatest pleasure,“ said the nightingale, and began tosing most delightfully.”It sounds like tiny glass bells,“ said the lord-in-waiting，”and see how her little throat works.It is surprising that we havene ver heard this before;she will be a great success at court.“”Shall I sing once more before the emperor?“ asked thenightingale, who thought he was present.”My excellent little nightingale,“ said the courtier, ”I havethe great pleasure of inviting you to a court festival this evening，where you will gain imperial favor by your charming song.“”My song sounds best in the green wood,“ said the bird;butstill she came willingly when she heard the emperor's wish.The palace was elegantly decorated for the occasion.The walls andfloors of porcelain glittered in the light of a thousand lamps.Beautiful flowers, round which little bells were tied, stoodin thecorridors: what with the running to and fro and the draught, thesebells tinkled so loudly that no one could speak to be heard.In thecentre of the great hall, a golden perch had been fixed for thenightingale to sit on.The whole court was present, and the littlekitchen-maid had received permission to stand by the door.She was notinstalled as a real court cook.All were in full dress, and every eye was turned to the little gray bird when the emperor nodded toher to begin.The nightingale sang so sweetly that the tears came intothe emperor's eyes, and then rolled down his cheeks, as her songbecame still more touching and went to every one's heart.Theemperor was so delighted that he declared the nightingale shouldhave his gold slipper to wear round her neck, but she declined the honor with thanks: she had been sufficiently rewarded already.”I haveseen tear s in an emperor's eyes,“ she said, ”that is my richestreward.An emperor's tears have wonderful power, and are quitesufficient honor for me;“ and then she sang again moreenchantinglythan ever.”That singing is a lovely gift;“ said the ladies of the court toeach other;and then they took water in their mouths to make themutter the gurgling sounds of the nightingale when they spoke to anyone, so thay they might fancy themselves nightingales.And the footmenand chambermaids also expressed their satisfaction, which is sayinga great deal, for they are very difficult to please.In fact thenightingale's visit was most successful.She was now to remain atcourt, to have her own cage, with liberty to go out twice a day, andonce during the night.Twelve servants were appointed to attend her onthese occasions, who each held her by a silken string fastened toher leg.There was certainly not much pleasure in this kind of flying.The whole city spoke of the wonderful bird, and when two peoplemet, one said ”nightin,“ and the other said ”gale,“ and theyunderstood what was meant, for nothing else was talked of.Elevenpeddlers' children were named after her, but not of them could sing a note.One day the emperor received a large packet on which was written ”The Nightingale.“ ”Here is no doubt anew book about our celebratedbird,“ said the emperor.But instead of a book, it was a work of artcontained in a casket, an artificial nightingale made to look like aliving one, and covered all over with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires.As soon as the artificial bird was wound up, it could sing like thereal one, and could move its tail up and down, which sparkled withsilver and gold.Round its neck hung a piece of ribbon, on which waswritten ”The Emperor of China's nightingale is poor compared with thatof the Emperor of Japan's.“”This is very beautiful,“ exclaimed all who saw it, and he who hadbrought the artificial bird received the title of ”Imperialnightingale-bringer-in-chief.“”Now they must sing together,“ said the court, ”and what a duet itwill be.“ But they did not get on well, for the real nightingale sang in its own natural way, but the artificial bird sang only waltzes.”That is not a fault,“ said the music-master, ”it is quite perfectto my taste,“ so then it had to sing alone, and was as successful asthe real bird;besides, it was so much prettier to look at, for it sparkled like bracelets and breast-pins.Three and thirty times did itsing the same tunes without being tired;the people would gladlyhave heard it again, but the emperor said the living nightingale ought to sing something.But where was she? No one had noticed her whenshe flew out at the open window, back to her own green woods.”What strange conduct,“ said the emperor, when her flight had beendiscovered;and all the courtiers blamed her, and said she was avery ungrateful creature.”But we have the best bird after all,“ said one, and then theywould have the bird sing again, although it was the thirty-fourth timethey had listened to the same piece, and even then they had not learntit, for it was rather difficult.But the music-master praised the birdin the highest degree, and even asserted that it was better than areal nightingale, not only in its dress and the beautiful diamonds，but also in its music al power.”For you must perceive, my chief lordand emperor, that with a real nightingale we can never tell what isgoing to be sung, but with this bird everything is settled.It canbe opened and explained, so that people may understand how the waltzesare formed, and why one note follows upon another.“”This is exactly what we think,“ they all replied, and then themusic-master received permission to exhibit the bird to the peopleon the following Sunday, and the emperor commanded that they should bepresent to hear it sing.When they heard it they were like peopleintoxicated;however it must have been with drinking tea, which isquite a Chinese custom.They all said ”Oh!“ and held up their forefingers and nodded, but a poor fisherman, who had heard the realn ightingale, said, ”it sounds prettily enough, and the melodies areall alike;yet there seems something wanting, I cannot exactly tell what.“And after this the real nightingale was banished from theempire, and the artificial bird placed on a silk cushion close tothe emperor's bed.The presents of gold and precious stones whichhad been received with it were round the bird, and it was now advancedto the title of ”Little Imperial T oilet Singer,“ and to the rank ofNo.1 on the left hand;for the emperor considered the left side, onwhich the heart lies, as the most noble, and the heart of an emperoris in the same place as that of other people.The music-master wrote a work, in twenty-five volumes, about theartificial bird, which was very learned and very long, and full of themost difficult Chinese words;yet all the people said they had readit, and understood it, for fear of being thought stupid and havingtheir bodies trampled upon.So a year passed, and the emperor, the court, and all the otherChinese knew every little turn in the artificial bird's song;and for that same reason it pleased them better.They could sing withthe bird, which they often did.The street-boys sang, ”Zi-zi-zi，cluck, cluck, cluck,“ and the emperor himself could sing it also.It was really most amusing.One evening, when the artificial bird was singing its best, andthe emperor lay in bed listening to it, something inside the birdsounded ”whizz.“ Then a spring cracked.”Whir-r-r-r“ went all thewheels, running round, and then the music stopped.The emperorimmediately sprang out of bed, and called for his physician;butwhat could he do? Then they sent for a watchmaker;and, after agreat deal of talking and examination, the bird was put into somethinglike order;but he said that it must be used very carefully, asthebarrels were worn, and it would be impossible to put in new oneswithout injuring the music.Now there was great sorrow, as the birdcould only be allowed to play once a year;and even that was dangerousfor the works inside it.Then the music-master made a little speech，full of hard words, and declared that the bird was as good as ever;and, of course no one contradicted him.Five years passed, and then a real grief came upon the land.TheChinese really were fond of their emperor, and he now lay so illthat he was not expected to live.Already a new emperor had beenchosen and the people who stood in the street asked thelord-in-waiting how the old emperor was;but he only said, ”Pooh!“ andshook his head.Cold and pale lay the emperor in his royal bed;the whole court thought he was dead, and every one ran away to pay homage to hissuccessor.The chamberlains went out to have a talk on the matter, andthe ladies'-maids invited company to take coffee.Cloth had beenlaid down on the halls and passages, so that not a footstep shouldbe heard, and all was silent and still.But the emperor was not yetdead, although he lay white and stiff on his gorgeous bed, with thelong velvet curtains and heavy gold tassels.A window stood open，and the moon shone in upon the emperor and the artificial bird.Thepoor emperor, finding he could scarcely breathe with a strangeweight on his chest, opened his eyes, and saw Death sitting there.He had put on the emperor's golden crown, and held in one hand hissword of state, and in the other his beautiful banner.All aroundthe bed and peeping through the long velvet curtains, were a number ofstrange heads, some very ugly, and others lovely and gentle-looking.These were the emperor's good and bad deeds, which stared him in theface now Death sat at his heart.”Do you remember this?“ ”Do you recollect that?“ they asked oneafter another, thus bringing to his remembrance circumstances thatmade the perspiration stand on his brow.”I know nothing about it,“ said the emperor.”Music!music!“ hecried;”the large Chinese drum!that I may not hear what they say.“But they still went on, and Death nodded like a Chinaman to all they said.”Music!music!“ shouted the emperor.”You little precious goldenbird, sing, pray sing!I have given you gold and costly presents;Ihave even hung my golden slipper round your neck.Sing!sing!“ But thebird remained silent.There was no one to wind it up, and therefore itcould not sing a note.Death continued to stare at the emperor with his cold, holloweyes, and the room was fearfully still.Suddenly there came throughthe open window the sound of sweet music.Outside, on the bough of atree, sat the living nightingale.She had heard of the emperor'sillness, and was therefore come to sing to him of hope and trust.And as she sung, the shadows grew paler and paler;the blood in theemperor's veins flowed more rapidly, and gave life to his weaklimbs;and even Death himself listened, and said, ”Go on, littlenightingale, go on.“”Then will you give me the beautiful golden sword and that richbanner? and will you give me the emperor's crown?“ said the bird.So Death gave up each of these treasures for a song;and thenightingale continued her singing.She sung of the quiet churchyard，where the white roses grow, where the elder-tree wafts its perfumeon the breeze, and the fresh, sweet grass is moistened by the mourners' tears.Then Death longed to go and see his garden,andfloated out through the window in the form of a cold, white mist.”Thanks, thanks, you heav enly little bird.I know you well.I banished you from my kingdom once, and yet you have charmed away theevil faces from my bed, and banished Death from my heart, with yoursweet song.How can I reward you?“”You have already rewarded me,“ said the nightingale.”I shallnever forget that I drew tears from your eyes the first time I sang toyou.These are the jewels that rejoice a singer's heart.But now sleep, and grow strong and well again.I will sing to you again.“And as she sung, the emperor fell into a sweet sleep;and how mildand refreshing that slumber was!When he awoke, strengthened andrestored, the sun shone brightly through the window;but not one ofhis servants had returned-they all believed he was dead;only thenightingale still sat beside him, a nd sang.”You must always remain with me,“ said the emperor.”You shallsing only when it pleases you;and I will break the artificial birdinto a thousand pieces.“”No;do not do that,“ replied the nightingale;”the bird did very well as long as it could.Keep it here still.I cannot live inthe palace, and build my nest;but let me come when I like.I will siton a bough outside your window, in the evening, and sing to you, sothat you may be happy, and have thoughts full of joy.I will sing toyou of those who are happy, and those who suffer;of the good and the evil, who are hidden around you.The little singing bird flies farfrom you and your court to the home of the fisherman and the peasant'scot.I love your heart better than your crown;and yet somethingholy lingers round that also.I will come, I will sing to you;but youmust promise me one thing.“”Everything,“ said the emperor, who, having dressed himself in hisimperial robes, stood with the hand that held the heavy golden swordpressed to his heart.”I only ask one thing,“ she replied;”let no one know that youhave a little bird who tells you everything.It will be best to conceal it.“ So saying, the nightingale flew away.The servants now came in to look after the dead emperor;when, lo!there he stood, and, to their astonishment, said, ”Good morning."THE END.第二篇：安徒生童话神话童话一教案复习回顾：上节课我们欣赏的日本动画师所做童话色彩浓郁的动画短片《回忆积木小屋》，不少同学的点评很有新意，希望大家就以这样独特的眼光去欣赏这样优秀的童话、神话以及其改编作品，结合作业具体点评。
Unit 5 The Nightingale and the RoseOscar WildeObjectivesUnderstand the structure and the general idea of the storyThink about how to interpret the storyKnow something about the authorLearn to appreciate the beauty in this story and analyze how it is createdⅠ.Warming upQuestions/ActivitiesCan you name some of the fairy tales that you have read?Who are the most famous fairy tales collectors and writers?Can you tell which fairy tales the following pictures illustrate?Check-on PreviewComplete the words according to the explanation.1. c___________ 1. having a deep purplish red color2. e____________ 2. a very strong feeling of joy and happiness3..c____________ 3.a transparent natural mineral that looks like ice4. p____________ 4. to pick5.f____________ 5.to move(the wings) quickly and lightly up and down6. s____________ 6. to fly high up into the sky7. w___________ 7. very unhappy8. s___________ 8. a ray of sunlight9. e____________ 9. a bright green precious stone10. g___________ 10. a channel at the edge of a road next to the pavement where watercollects and flows awayQuestions on the contentHow do you like the story?Do you think the story tragic? Why?Do you find it a touching story? What touches you most?What’s the theme of the story?Do “the nightingale” and “the rose” have symbolic meanings? What are they?Ⅱ.BackgroundThe authorHis lifeOscar Wilde (1854-1900)Born and raised in Dublin, IrelandHe went to Oxford University where he achieved a distinguished academic record.An advocate of aestheticism and a follower of the philosophy of “art for art's sake”.His WorksLady Windermere’s Fan;The Importance of Being Earnest;An Ideal Husband;The Happy Prince;The Selfish GiantHis Quotes“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”“I have nothing to declare but my genius.”“Men become old, but they never become good.”(Lady Windermere's Fan)“Men know life too early. Women know life too late. That is the difference between men and women.”(A Woman of No Importance)“Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.”(The Sphinx Without a Secret)Art for Art’s SakeA slogan meaning that the beauty of art is reason enough for pursuing them — that art doesnot have to serve purposes taken from politics, religion, economics, and so on.Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Edgar Allan Poe, and Oscar Wilde argued for the doctrine of art for art's sake.Fairy TalesThe frequent use of personificationThe symbolic meaning given to wordsThe vivid, simple narration, which is typical of the oral tradition of fairy talesThe repetitive pattern usedⅢ. Text analysisThemeLove is better than life.Love for love’s sake.True love cannot survive in a practical world.StyleFairy TalesThe frequent use of personificationThe symbolic meaning given to wordsThe vivid, simple narration, which is typical of the oral tradition of fairy talesThe repetitive pattern usedstructureParas. 1-12 The Nightingale was struck by the “mystery of love”.Paras. 13-45 The Nightingale built a red rose with her life-blood.Paras. 46-54 The Student discarded the red rose.Detailed analysisPart I: Main IdeaHow did the Nightingale think of the Student?What do the “green lizard”, the “Butterfly” and the “Daisy” symbolize?Key:She thought the Student was a true lover who badly needed a red rose for his love.They symbolize people who do not believe in true love.Part I: Sentence Paraphrase… yet for want of a red rose my life is made wretched. (para. 3)Part I: Words & ExpressionsWretched; dear; fling; cynic; for want of; sing of ;dance to; flutter about; something ofPart I: ExerciseTranslate the following sentences into English, using words in brackets.1. 想不出更好的词，就让我们称它为自我中心论吧. (for want of )2. 我父亲喜欢古币，他算得上一个收藏家。
第五单元夜莺与玫瑰“她说如果我给她带去红玫瑰，她愿意和我一起跳舞.”年轻地学生哭喊道，“但满院子都没有一朵红玫瑰.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这番话给在老橡树上自己巢中地夜莺听见了，她通过橡树叶张望，心中诧异.“在我地花园没有红玫瑰！”他哭着说，他美丽地大眼满含泪水：“啊，圣贤之书我已读完，哲学奥妙尽藏心中，然而缺少一朵红玫瑰却使我地生活瞬时暗淡！”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“终于有一位重感情地人了，”夜莺说，“我曾日日夜夜为他歌唱，现在我终于见到他了.”“王子明晚将举行一个舞会，”年轻地学生喃喃道：“我地爱人也将前往我若为他采得红玫瑰，她将和我一直跳舞到天亮.我会揽她入怀，而她也会偎依在我地肩头.但在我地花园没有红玫瑰，因此我只能独自坐那儿黯然神伤，心痛无比.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他确实是一个重感情地人，”夜莺说.真爱是美好地，它价胜千金.“乐师们将奏乐助兴，”年轻地学生道，“我地爱人将和着竖琴和小提琴声翩翩起舞.她地身姿是如此地轻盈宛似蜻蜓点水般.但他是不会和我一起跳地，因为我没有红玫瑰献给她.”于是他扑倒在草地上，双手捂着脸放声痛哭起来.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他为什么哭泣呢？”一只绿色地蜥蜴翘着尾巴经过他身边时问道.“是啊，到底为什么呢？”一只在阳光下挥动着翅膀地蝴蝶问道.“到底为什么呢？”一朵雏菊用低沉地声音对他地邻居说道.“他为一只红玫瑰哭泣.”夜莺说.“为了一朵红玫瑰？”他们叫道，“太荒谬了！”那本来就有点愤世嫉俗地小蜥蜴肆无忌惮地笑道.但是夜莺了解男孩地悲痛，默默无声地坐在橡树上.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习突然她张开自己棕色地双翼，向空中飞去.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.在草地地中心一棵美丽地红玫瑰树傲然屹立.她看到后立即向它飞去：“给我一朵红玫瑰，”她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是白色地，”它说，“白如海之浪花，白胜高山千年积雪.但你可以去找我地兄弟，他住在日晷旁边，或许它可以给你一朵.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺就朝那棵生长在古日晷器旁地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是黄色地，”它说，“黄如美人鱼地秀发，黄胜草地上盛开地水仙花.你可以去找我那生长在学生窗前地兄弟，或许他可以给你一朵.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺朝那棵生长在学生窗下地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是红色地，”它说，“红如白鸽之足，红胜珊瑚之扇.不过寒冬冻僵了我地血管，霜雪摧残了我地蓓蕾，风暴折断了我地枝干.因此今年我不会开花了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“我只要一朵玫瑰花，”夜莺啜泣着说，“只要一朵，难道就有没有办法得到它吗？”“有一个方法，”树儿答道：“但那太可怕了，我不敢告诉你.”“告诉我，”夜莺说，“我不怕.”“如果你想得到一朵红玫瑰”树儿说，“你必须借助月光，用音乐造就它，用你胸膛地鲜血染红它.“你必须用你地胸膛顶住我地一根刺，漫漫长夜一直为我歌唱.这根刺一定要穿透你地胸膛，你地生命之血将流入我地血管，变成我地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“用死亡去换一朵红玫瑰，这代价太高了，”夜莺哭着说，“生命诚可贵，爱情价更高.再说鸟地心又怎么能比得过人地真心呢？”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，她便张开自己棕色地翅膀朝天空中飞去了.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.那个年轻学生仍旧躺在草地上，迷人地眼角还残留着未干地泪水.“高兴点儿，”夜莺叫道,“高兴点儿，你会得到红玫瑰地.我要借助月关地灵气，用歌声造出一朵玫瑰，并用我胸膛地血将它染红.用心去爱，这是你对我最好地报答.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习男孩仰着脸看着她，静静地聆听，却听不懂夜莺这临死前地嘱托.但那棵老橡树听懂了，他伤心极了，因为他是那么喜欢那只小夜莺.“为我唱最后一支歌吧!”他低声说，“你不在地时候我会寂寞地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，夜莺放声歌唱，歌声清脆婉转，就像在银罐里涌动地水浪一般悦耳.她唱完以后，那个学生便从草地上爬了起来.“他确实有几分姿色，“他边走边自言自语，“这是不可否认地，但她真地对我有感觉吗？恐怕不是这样.事实上，多数艺术家一样，她地爱徒具形式，却没有真心.”他走进屋子，往床上一躺，不一会儿就进入了梦乡.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习当月亮高悬于夜空之上，银辉遍撒大地，夜莺向玫瑰树飞去，用自己地胸膛顶住花刺.整整一夜她顶着花刺歌唱，就连冰凉如水晶地明月也俯下身来倾听.整整一夜她唱个不停，刺在她地胸口上越刺越深，她身上地鲜血也快要流光了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习她开始唱起少男少女情窦初开，懵懂地爱.在玫瑰树最高地枝头上开放出一朵绝美地玫瑰，歌儿一首接着一首地唱，花瓣也一片片地开放了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而这时树大声叫夜莺把刺顶得更紧一些.“顶紧些，小家伙，”树大叫着，“不然玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺把刺顶得更紧了，她地歌声也越来越响亮了，因为她歌唱着一对成年男女灵魂深处涌地对爱地渴求.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习接着，玫瑰花瓣上泛出点点粉红，就跟新郎亲吻新娘时，新娘脸上浮现地红晕一样.但是花刺还没有达到夜莺地心脏，所以玫瑰花心还是白色地.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这时树又大声叫夜莺顶得更紧些，“再紧些，小夜莺，”树儿高声喊着，“不然，玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺更紧地用身躯顶住花刺，花刺撕扯着她地心脏，阵阵剧痛袭遍了全身.痛得越来越厉害，歌声也越来越高昂，因为她歌唱地是由死亡升华地爱情，歌唱出坟墓中永垂不朽地爱情.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习最后这朵绝美地玫瑰变成了深红色，花瓣地外环是深红色地，花心红色欲滴，恰似一块红宝石.但是，夜莺地声音越来越微弱，眼睛也变得模糊起来.她地歌声更弱了，她觉得喉咙一阵哽咽.之后，他唱完了最后一曲，洁白地月亮听到了，他忘记了黎明，徘徊在夜空，红玫瑰听到了它，欣喜若狂地抖擞全身，在清晨微凉地空气中绽放着.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“看，看！”树感到：“玫瑰开好了.”但是，夜莺没有回答因为她已经躺在长长地草丛中死去了，胸膛上还扎着那根花刺.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习中午，学生打开窗户，向外看.“天哪，多么幸运啊！”他叫着,“这是我见过最红地玫瑰.”他俯下身去把它摘了下来.然后，他戴上帽子，兴致勃勃地拿着玫瑰去找教授地女儿.“你说过，如果我给你一朵红玫瑰就和我一起跳舞.”学生说：“这是世界上最红地玫瑰，今晚，你今晚就把它戴在胸口上，我们一起跳舞地时候，他会告诉你我有多爱你.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而女孩却皱起眉头.“恐怕它跟我地裙子不搭配，”她说道, “而且总管地侄子给我了许多珠宝，所有人都知道，珠宝要比花值钱很多.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“好吧，我只能说，你真是不知感恩.”学生生气地说;他把玫瑰扔在街上，掉进了臭水沟里.“爱是一件多么愚蠢地事情啊！”学生边走边说，“事实上，爱太不实际了，在这年头，干什么事都得实际点儿，我还是回家学我地哲学去吧.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习他回到屋里，翻出一本满是尘土地书，读了起来.。
