小学英语 安徒生童话系列（三）The Saucy Boy阅读素材.docx

thesaucyboybyhanschristianandersen（1835）onceuponatimetherewasanoldpoet，oneofthoserightgoodoldpoets.oneevening，ashewassittingathome，therewasaterriblestormgoingonoutside；therainwaspouringdown，buttheoldpoetsatcomfortablyinhischimney-corner，wherethefirewasburningandtheappleswereroasting.“therewillnotbeadrythreadleftonthepoorpeoplewhoareoutinthisweather，”hesaid.“oh，openthedoor！iamsocoldandwetthrough，”calledalittlechildoutside.itwascryingandknockingatthedoor，whilsttherainwaspouringdownandthewindwasrattlingallthewindows.“poorcreature！”saidthepoet，andgotupandopenedthedoor.beforehimstoodalittleboy；hewasnaked，andthewaterflowedfromhislongfairlocks.hewasshiveringwithcold；ifhehadnotbeenletin，hewouldcertainlyhaveperishedinthestorm.“poorlittlething！”saidthepoet，andtookhimbythehand. “cometome；iwillsoonwarmyou.youshallhavesomewineandanapple，foryouaresuchaprettyboy.”andhewas，too.hiseyessparkledliketwobrightstars，andalthoughthewaterfloweddownfromhisfairlocks，theystillcurledquitebeautifully.helookedlikealittleangel，butwaspalewithcold，andtremblingallover.inhishandheheldasplendidbow，butithadbeenentirelyspoiltbytherain，andthecoloursoftheprettyarrowshadrunintooneanotherbygettingwet.theoldmansatdownbythefire，andtakingthelittleboyonhisknee，wrungthewateroutofhislocksandwarmedhishandsinhisown.hethenmadehimsomehotspicedwine，whichquicklyrevivedhim；sothatwithreddeningcheeks，hesprangupontheflooranddancedaroundtheoldman.“youareamerryboy，”saidthelatter. “whatisyourname？”“mynameiscupid，”heanswered. “dontyouknowme？thereliesmybow.ishootwiththat，youknow.look，theweatherisgettingfineagainthemoonisshining.”“butyourbowisspoilt，”saidtheoldpoet.“thatwouldbeunfortunate，”saidthelittleboy，takingitupandlookingatit. “oh，itsquitedryandisntdamagedatall.thestringisquitetight；illtryit.”so，drawingitback，hetookanarrow，aimed，andshotthegoodoldpoetrightintheheart. “doyouseenowthatmybowwasnotspoilt？”hesaid，and，loudlylaughing，ranaway.whatanaughtyboytoshoottheoldpoetlikethat，whohadtakenhimintohiswarmroom，hadbeensogoodtohim，andhadgivenhimthenicestwineandthebestapple！thegoodoldmanlayuponthefloorcrying；hewasreallyshotintheheart. “oh！”hecried， “whatanaughtyboythiscupidis！ishalltellallthegoodchildrenaboutthis，sothattheytakecarenevertoplaywithhim，lesthehurtthem.”andallgoodchildren，bothgirlsandboys，whomhetoldaboutthis，wereontheirguardagainstwickedcupid；buthedeceivesthemallthesame，forheisverydeep.whenthestudentscomeoutofclass，hewalksbesidethemwithabookunderhisarm，andwearingablackcoat.theycannotrecognizehim.andthen，iftheytakehimbythearm，believinghimtobeastudenttoo，hesticksanarrowintotheirchest.andwhenthegirlsgotochurchtobeconfirmed，heisamongstthemtoo.infact，heisalwaysafterpeople.hesitsinthelargechandelierinthetheatreandblazesaway，sothatpeoplethinkitisalamp；buttheysoonfindouttheirmistake.hewalksaboutinthecastlegardenandonthepromenades.yes，onceheshotyourfatherandyourmotherinthehearttoo.justaskthem，andyouwillhearwhattheysay.oh！heisabadboy，thiscupid，andyoumustneverhaveanythingtodowithhim，forheisaftereveryone.justth