小学英语 安徒生童话系列（七）the Flying Trunk飞箱阅读素材.docx

theflyingtrunkbyhanschristianandersen（1838）therewasonceamerchantwhowassorichthathecouldhavepavedthewholestreetwithgold，andwouldeventhenhavehadenoughforasmallalley.buthedidnotdoso；heknewthevalueofmoneybetterthantouseitinthisway.socleverwashe，thateveryshillingheputoutbroughthimacrown；andsohecontinuedtillhedied.hissoninheritedhiswealth，andhelivedamerrylifewithit；hewenttoamasqueradeeverynight，madekitesoutoffivepoundnotes，andthrewpiecesofgoldintotheseainsteadofstones，makingducksanddrakesofthem.inthismannerhesoonlostallhismoney.atlasthehadnothingleftbutapairofslippers，anolddressing-gown，andfourshillings.andnowallhisfriendsdesertedhim，theycouldnotwalkwithhiminthestreets；butoneofthem，whowasverygood-natured，senthimanoldtrunkwiththismessage， “packup！” “yes，”hesaid， “itisallverywelltosaypackup，”buthehadnothinglefttopackup，thereforeheseatedhimselfinthetrunk.itwasaverywonderfultrunk；nosoonerdidanyonepressonthelockthanthetrunkcouldfly.heshutthelidandpressedthelock，whenawayflewthetrunkupthechimneywiththemerchantssoninit，rightupintotheclouds.wheneverthebottomofthetrunkcracked，hewasinagreatfright，forifthetrunkfelltopieceshewouldhavemadeatremendoussomersetoverthetrees.however，hegotsafelyinhistrunktothelandofturkey.hehidthetrunkinthewoodundersomedryleaves，andthenwentintothetown：hecouldsothisverywell，fortheturksalwaysgoaboutdressedindressing-gownsandslippers，ashewashimself.hehappenedtomeetanursewithalittlechild. “isay，youturkishnurse，”criedhe， “whatcastleisthatnearthetown，withthewindowsplacedsohigh？”“thekingsdaughterlivesthere，”shereplied； “ithasbeenprophesiedthatshewillbeveryunhappyaboutalover，andthereforenooneisallowedtovisither，unlessthekingandqueenarepresent.”“thankyou，”saidthemerchantsson.sohewentbacktothewood，seatedhimselfinhistrunk，flewuptotheroofofthecastle，andcreptthroughthewindowintotheprincesssroom.shelayonthesofaasleep，andshewassobeautifulthatthemerchantssoncouldnothelpkissingher.thensheawoke，andwasverymuchfrightened；buthetoldherhewasaturkishangel，whohadcomedownthroughtheairtoseeher，whichpleasedherverymuch.hesatdownbyhersideandtalkedtoher：hesaidhereyeswerelikebeautifuldarklakes，inwhichthethoughtsswamaboutlikelittlemermaids，andhetoldherthatherforeheadwasasnowymountain，whichcontainedsplendidhallsfullofpictures.andthenherelatedtoheraboutthestorkwhobringsthebeautifulchildrenfromtherivers.theseweredelightfulstories；andwhenheaskedtheprincessifshewouldmarryhim，sheconsentedimmediately.“butyoumustcomeonsaturday，”shesaid； “forthenthekingandqueenwilltaketeawithme.theywillbeveryproudwhentheyfindthatiamgoingtomarryaturkishangel；butyoumustthinkofsomeveryprettystoriestotellthem，formyparentsliketohearstoriesbetterthananything.mymotherprefersonethatisdeepandmoral；butmyfatherlikessomethingfunny，tomakehimlaugh.”“verywell，”hereplied； “ishallbringyounoothermarriageportionthanastory，”andsotheyparted.buttheprincessgavehimaswordwhichwasstuddedwithgoldcoins，andthesehecoulduse.thenheflewawaytothetownandboughtanewdressing-gown，andafterwardsreturnedtothewood，wherehecomposedastory，soastobereadyforsaturday，whichwasnoeasymatter.itwasreadyhoweverbysaturday，whenhewenttoseetheprincess.theking，andqueen，andthewholecourt，wereatteawiththeprincess；andhewasreceivedwithgreatpoliteness.“willyoutellusastory？”saidthequeen，“onethatisinstructiveandfullofdeeplearning.”“yes，butwithsomethinginittolaughat，”saidtheking.“certainly，”hereplied，andcommencedatonce，askingthemtolistenattentively. “therewasonceabundleofmatchesthatwereexceedinglyproudoftheirhighdescent.theirgenealogicaltree，thatis，alargepine-treefromwhichtheyhadbeencut，wasatonetimealarge，oldtreeinthewood.thematchesnowlaybetweenatinder-boxandanoldironsaucepan，andweretalkingabouttheiryouthfuldays.ah！thenwegrewonthegreenboughs，andwereasgreenasthey；everymorningandeveningwewerefedwithdiamonddropsofdew.wheneverthesunshone，wefelthiswarmrays，andthelittlebirdswouldrelatestoriestousastheysung.weknewthatwewererich，fortheothertreesonlyworetheirgreendressinsummer，butourfamilywereabletoarraythemselvesingreen，summerandwinter.butthewood-cuttercame，likeagreatrevolution，andourfamilyfellundertheaxe.theheadofthehouseobtainedasituationasmainmastinaveryfineship，andcansailroundtheworldwhenhewill.theotherbranchesofthefamilyweretakentodifferentplaces，andourofficenowistokindlealightforcommonpeople.thisishowsuchhigh-bornpeopleaswecametobeinakitchen.“minehasbeenaverydifferentfate，saidtheironpot，whichstoodbythematches；frommyfirstentranceintotheworldihavebeenusedtocookingandscouring.iamthefirstinthishouse，whenanythingsolidorusefulisrequired.myonlypleasureistobemadecleanandshiningafterdinner，andtositinmyplaceandhavealittlesensibleconversationwithmyneighbors.allofus，exceptingthewater-bucket，whichissometimestakenintothecourtyard，liveheretogetherwithinthesefourwalls.wegetournewsfromthemarket-basket，buthesometimestellsusveryunpleasantthingsaboutthepeopleandthegovernment.yes，andonedayanoldpotwassoalarmed，thathefelldownandwasbrokentopieces.hewasaliberal，icantellyou.“youaretalkingtoomuch，saidthetinder-box，andthesteelstruckagainsttheflinttillsomesparksflewout，crying，wewantamerryevening，dontwe？“yes，ofcourse，saidthematches，letustalkaboutthosewhoarethehighestborn.“no，idontliketobealwaystalkingofwhatweare，remarkedthesaucepan；letusthinkofsomeotheramusement；iwillbegin.wewilltellsomethingthathashappenedtoourselves；thatwillbeveryeasy，andinterestingaswell.onthebalticsea，nearthedanishshore“whataprettycommencement！saidtheplates；weshallalllikethatstory，iamsure.“yes；wellinmyyouth，ilivedinaquietfamily，wherethefurniturewaspolished，thefloorsscoured，andcleancurtainsputupeveryfortnight，“whataninterestingwayyouhaveofrelatingastory，saidthecarpet-broom；itiseasytoperceivethatyouhavebeenagreatdealinwomenssociety，thereissomethingsopurerunsthroughwhatyousay.“thatisquitetrue，saidthewater-bucket；andhemadeaspringwithjoy，andsplashedsomewateronthefloor.“thenthesaucepanwentonwithhisstory，andtheendwasasgoodasthebeginning.“theplatesrattledwithpleasure，andthecarpet-broombroughtsomegreenparsleyoutofthedust-holeandcrownedthesaucepan，forheknewitwouldvextheothers；andhethought，ificrownhimto-dayhewillcrownmeto-morrow.“now，letushaveadance，saidthefire-tongs；andthenhowtheydancedandstuckuponelegintheair.thechair-cushioninthecornerburstwithlaughterwhenshesawit.“shallibecrownednow？askedthefire-tongs；sothebroomfoundanotherwreathforthetongs.“theywereonlycommonpeopleafterall，thoughtthematches.thetea-urnwasnowaskedtosing，butshesaidshehadacold，andcouldnotsingwithoutboilingheat.theyallthoughtthiswasaffectation，andbecauseshedidnotwishtosingexceptingintheparlor，whenonthetablewiththegrandpeople.“inthewindowsatanoldquill-pen，withwhichthemaidgenerallywrote.therewasnothingremarkableaboutthepen，exceptingthatithadbeendippedtoodeeplyintheink，butitwasproudofthat.“ifthetea-urnwontsing，saidthepen，shecanleaveitalone；thereisanightingaleinacagewhocansing；shehasnotbeentaughtmuch，certainly，butweneednotsayanythingthiseveningaboutthat.“ithinkithighlyimproper，saidthetea-kettle，whowaskitchensinger，andhalf-brothertothetea-urn，thatarichforeignbirdshouldbelistenedtohere.isitpatriotic？letthemarket-basketdecidewhatisright.“icertainlyamvexed，saidthebasket；inwardlyvexed，morethananyonecanimagine.arewespendingtheeveningproperly？woulditnotbemoresensibletoputthehouseinorder？ifeachwereinhisownplaceiwouldleadagame；thiswouldbequiteanotherthing.“letusactaplay，saidtheyall.atthesamemomentthedooropened，andthemaidcamein.thennotonestirred；theyallremainedquitestill；yet，atthesametime，therewasnotasinglepotamongstthemwhohadnotahighopinionofhimself，andofwhathecoulddoifhechose.“yes，ifwehadchosen，theyeachthought，wemighthavespentaverypleasantevening.“themaidtookthematchesandlightedthem；dearme，howtheysputteredandblazedup！“nowthen，theythought，everyonewillseethatwearethefirst.howweshine；whatalightwegive！evenwhiletheyspoketheirlightwentout.“whatacapitalstory，”saidthequeen， “ifeelasifiwerereallyinthekitchen，andcouldseethematches；yes，youshallmarryourdaughter.”“certainly，”saidtheking， “thoushalthaveourdaughter.”thekingsaidthoutohimbecausehewasgoingtobeoneofthefamily.thewedding-daywasfixed，and，ontheeveningbefore，thewholecitywasilluminated.cakesandsweetmeatswerethrownamongthepeople.thestreetboysstoodontiptoeandshouted“hurrah，”andwhistledbetweentheirfingers；altogetheritwasaverysplendidaffair.“iwillgivethemanothertreat，”saidthemerchantsson.sohewentandboughtrocketsandcrackers，andallsortsoffire-worksthatcouldbethoughtof，packedtheminhistrunk，andflewupwithitintotheair.whatawhizzingandpoppingtheymadeastheywentoff！theturks，whentheysawsuchasightintheair，jumpedsohighthattheirslippersflewabouttheirears.itwaseasytobelieveafterthisthattheprincesswasreallygoingtomarryaturkishangel.a