恋人的童话故事

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恋人的故事简介

爱情的起因——“我们既然一起住在一个匣子里,我们来做一对恋人好不好?”,骄傲的拒绝的理由——“可能你还不知道我的爸爸和妈妈曾经是一双鞣皮拖鞋,我的内部有一块软木吧?”。追求的资本——“是市长亲手把我车出来的。他自己有一个车床,他做这种工作时感到极大的愉快。”球儿迫切的跳起高攀,却落在了屋顶上的水笕里,最后进了垃圾桶。球儿消失,陀螺越得不到她,爱情越加深,当爱人在屋顶上的水笕里呆了五年,弄得全身透湿的时候,“爱情”也就无形地消逝了。连认都不愿再相认。

恋人的故事

一个陀螺和一个球儿跟许多别的玩具一起呆在一个抽屉里。陀螺对球儿说:

“我们既然一起住在一个匣子里,我们来做一对恋人好不好?”

但球儿是用鞣皮缝的,所以她像一个时髦的小姐一样,骄傲得不可一世,对于此事根本不作回答。

第二天,这些玩具的主人(一个小孩子)来了。他把陀螺涂上了一层红黄相间的颜色,同时在他身上钉了个铜钉。所以当这个陀螺嗡嗡地转起来的时候,样子非常漂亮!

“请瞧瞧我!”他对球儿说:“你现在有什么话讲呢?我们订婚好吗?我们两人配得非常好!你能跳,我能舞。谁也不会像我们两人这样幸福的!”

“嗨,你居然有这个想头!”球儿说:“可能你还不知道我的爸爸和妈妈曾经是一双鞣皮拖鞋,我的内部有一块软木吧?”

“知道,不过我是桃花心木作的,”陀螺说:“而且还是市长亲手把我车出来的。他自己有一个车床,他做这种工作时感到极大的愉快。”

“我能相信这话吗?”球儿问。

“如果我撒谎,那么愿上帝不叫人来抽我!”陀螺回答说。

“你倒是会奉承自己,”球儿说。“不过我不能答应你的请求。我也可算是和一个燕子订了一半的婚吧:每次当我跳到空中去的时候,他就把头从窠里伸出来,同时说:'你答应吗?你答应吗?’我已经在心里说了一声’我答应’。这差不多等于是一半订婚了。不过我答应你,我将永远也不忘记你。”

“好,那也很不坏!”陀螺说。

他们此后就再也不讲话了。

第二天,小孩把球儿拿出去。陀螺看到她多么像一只鸟儿,高高地向空中飞,最后人们连她的影子都看不见了。但她每次都飞回来,不过当她一接触到地面时,马上就又跳到空中去了——这是因为她急迫地想要高攀,或是因为她身体里有一块软木的缘故吧。不过,到第九次的时候,这球儿忽然不见了,再也没有回来。小孩子找了又找,但是她失踪了。

“我知道她在什么地方,”陀螺叹了一口气说。“她是在燕子的窠里,跟燕子结婚了!”

陀螺越想着这事,就越怀念着球儿。正因为他得不到这只球。他对她的爱情就越发加深。在这件事情中最令人奇怪的是,她居然选择了另外一个对象。陀螺跳着舞,哼着歌,可是心中一直怀念着球儿——在他的想像中,球儿变得越来越美丽。好几年的光阴就这么过去了。这已经成了“旧恋”。

但陀螺已经不再年轻了——不过有一天,他全身涂上了一层金;他从来没有像现在这样漂亮过。他现在是一个金陀螺,他跳着,一直跳到他唱出嗡嗡的歌声来。是的,这情景值得欣赏一下!可是忽然间,他跳得太高,于是他失踪了!

大家找了又找,甚至到地下室里去找过,但是没有办法找到他。

他到什么地方去了呢?他原来跳到垃圾箱里去了——这儿什么东西都有:白菜梗啦,垃圾啦,从屋顶上落下的沙粒啦。

“我来到的这个地方真妙!我身上的金色现在要离开我了。我简直是落到一批贱民中来了!”于是他向旁边一根被剥得精光的长白菜梗子斜望了一眼,又向一个颇像老苹果的、奇怪的圆东西瞧了一下——但这并不是苹果,而是那只老球儿!她在屋顶上的水笕里躺了许多年,完全被水浸涨了。

“谢天谢地,现在总算来了一位有身份的人,可以跟我聊聊天了!”球儿说,同时向这个金陀螺瞟了一眼。

“我是真正的鞣皮制的,由姑娘亲手缝出来的,而且我身体里还有一块软木,但是谁在我身上都看不出来!我几乎要跟一个燕子结婚,不过却落到屋顶上的水笕里去了,在那儿我整整呆了五个年头,弄得全身透湿!请你相信我,对于一个年轻姑娘说来,这段时间是太长了。”

不过陀螺什么也不说。他回想起他的“旧恋”。他越听越明白:这就是她。

这时一个小丫头来了。她要倒掉这箱垃圾。

“哎唷!金陀螺原来就在这儿啦!”她说。

于是金陀螺又被拿进屋子里来了,引起人的注意和尊敬。可是那个球儿呢,一点下文也没有。陀螺再也不说他的“旧恋”了,因为,当爱人在屋顶上的水笕里呆了五年,弄得全身透湿的时候,“爱情”也就无形地消逝了。是的,当人们在垃圾箱里遇到她的时候,谁也认不得她了。

恋人的故事寓意

童话故事告诉我们:爱情是单纯的,孩子们读了,会露出快乐的微笑;它又是意味深长的,常常关注人类最深刻的情感,引导人们来思考人生。

英文版:The Top and Ball

AWHIPPING TOP and a little ball lay together in a box, among other toys, and the top said to the ball, “Shall we be married, as we live in the same box?”

But the ball, which wore a dress of morocco leather, and thought as much of herself as any other young lady, would not even condescend to reply.

The next day came the little boy to whom the playthings belonged, and he painted the top red and yellow, and drove a brass-headed nail into the middle, so that while the top was spinning round it looked splendid.

“Look at me,” said the top to the ball. “What do you say now? Shall we be engaged to each other? We should suit so well; you spring, and I dance. No one could be happier than we should be.”

“Indeed! do you think so? Perhaps you do not know that my father and mother were morocco slippers, and that I have a Spanish cork in my body.”

“Yes; but I am made of mahogany,” said the top. “The major himself turned me. He has a turning lathe of his own, and it is a great amusement to him.”

“Can I believe it?” asked the ball.

“May I never be whipped again,” said the top, “if I am not telling you the truth.”

“You certainly know how to speak for yourself very well,” said the ball; “but I cannot accept your proposal. I am almost engaged to a swallow. Every time I fly up in the air, he puts his head out of the nest, and says, ‘Will you?’ and I have said, ‘Yes,’ to myself silently, and that is as good as being half engaged; but I will promise never to forget you.”

“Much good that will be to me,” said the top; and they spoke to each other no more.

Next day the ball was taken out by the boy. The top saw it flying high in the air, like a bird, till it would go quite out of sight. Each time it came back, as it touched the earth, it gave a higher leap than before, either because it longed to fly upwards, or from having a Spanish cork in its body. But the ninth time it rose in the air, it remained away, and did not return. The boy searched everywhere for it, but he searched in vain, for it could not be found; it was gone.

“I know very well where she is,” sighed the top; “she is in the swallow’s nest, and has married the swallow.”

The more the top thought of this, the more he longed for the ball. His love increased the more, just because he could not get her; and that she should have been won by another, was the worst of all. The top still twirled about and hummed, but he continued to think of the ball; and the more he thought of her, the more beautiful she seemed to his fancy.

Thus several years passed by, and his love became quite old. The top, also, was no longer young; but there came a day when he looked handsomer than ever; for he was gilded all over. He was now a golden top, and whirled and danced about till he hummed quite loud, and was something worth looking at; but one day he leaped too high, and then he, also, was gone. They searched everywhere, even in the cellar, but he was nowhere to be found. Where could he be? He had jumped into the dust-bin, where all sorts of rubbish were lying: cabbage-stalks, dust, and rain-droppings that had fallen down from the gutter under the roof.

“Now I am in a nice place,” said he; “my gilding will soon be washed off here. Oh dear, what a set of rabble I have got amongst!” And then he glanced at a curious round thing like an old apple, which lay near a long, leafless cabbage-stalk. It was, however, not an apple, but an old ball, which had lain for years in the gutter, and was soaked through with water.

“Thank goodness, here comes one of my own class, with whom I can talk,” said the ball, examining the gilded top. “I am made of morocco,” she said. “I was sewn together by a young lady, and I have a Spanish cork in my body; but no one would think it, to look at me now. I was once engaged to a swallow; but I fell in here from the gutter under the roof, and I have lain here more than five years, and have been thoroughly drenched. Believe me, it is a long time for a young maiden.”

The top said nothing, but he thought of his old love; and the more she said, the more clear it became to him that this was the same ball.

The servant then came to clean out the dust-bin.

“Ah,” she exclaimed, “here is a gilt top.” So the top was brought again to notice and honor, but nothing more was heard of the little ball. He spoke not a word about his old love; for that soon died away. When the beloved object has lain for five years in a gutter, and has been drenched through, no one cares to know her again on meeting her in a dust-bin.

文章来源:安徒生童话

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