小学英语 安徒生童话系列（五）the Daisy阅读素材.docx

thedaisybyhanschristianandersen（1838）nowlisten！inthecountry，closebythehighroad，stoodafarmhouse；perhapsyouhavepassedbyandseenityourself.therewasalittleflowergardenwithpaintedwoodenpalingsinfrontofit；closebywasaditch，onitsfreshgreenbankgrewalittledaisy；thesunshoneaswarmlyandbrightlyuponitasonthemagnificentgardenflowers，andthereforeitthrivedwell.onemorningithadquiteopened，anditslittlesnow-whitepetalsstoodroundtheyellowcentre，liketheraysofthesun.itdidnotmindthatnobodysawitinthegrass，andthatitwasapoordespisedflower；onthecontrary，itwasquitehappy，andturnedtowardsthesun，lookingupwardandlisteningtothesongofthelarkhighupintheair.thelittledaisywasashappyasifthedayhadbeenagreatholiday，butitwasonlymonday.allthechildrenwereatschool，andwhiletheyweresittingontheformsandlearningtheirlessons，itsatonitsthingreenstalkandlearntfromthesunandfromitssurroundingshowkindgodis，anditrejoicedthatthesongofthelittlelarkexpressedsosweetlyanddistinctlyitsownfeelings.withasortofreverencethedaisylookeduptothebirdthatcouldflyandsing，butitdidnotfeelenvious. “icanseeandhear，”itthought； “thesunshinesuponme，andtheforestkissesme.howrichiam！”inthegardenclosebygrewmanylargeandmagnificentflowers，and，strangetosay，thelessfragrancetheyhadthehaughtierandproudertheywere.thepeoniespuffedthemselvesupinordertobelargerthantheroses，butsizeisnoteverything！thetulipshadthefinestcolours，andtheyknewitwell，too，fortheywerestandingboltuprightlikecandles，thatonemightseethemthebetter.intheirpridetheydidnotseethelittledaisy，whichlookedovertothemandthought， “howrichandbeautifultheyare！iamsuretheprettybirdwillflydownandcalluponthem.thankgod，thatistandsonearandcanatleastseeallthesplendour.”andwhilethedaisywasstillthinking，thelarkcameflyingdown，crying“tweet，”butnottothepeoniesandtulipsno，intothegrasstothepoordaisy.itsjoywassogreatthatitdidnotknowwhattothink.thelittlebirdhoppedrounditandsang， “howbeautifullysoftthegrassis，andwhatalovelylittleflowerwithitsgoldenheartandsilverdressisgrowinghere.”theyellowcentreinthedaisydidindeedlooklikegold，whilethelittlepetalsshoneasbrightlyassilver.howhappythedaisywas！noonehastheleastidea.thebirdkisseditwithitsbeak，sangtoit，andthenroseagainuptothebluesky.itwascertainlymorethanaquarterofanhourbeforethedaisyrecovereditssenses.halfashamed，yetgladatheart，itlookedovertotheotherflowersinthegarden；surelytheyhadwitnesseditspleasureandthehonourthathadbeendonetoit；theyunderstooditsjoy.butthetulipsstoodmorestifflythanever，theirfaceswerepointedandred，becausetheywerevexed.thepeoniesweresulky；itwaswellthattheycouldnotspeak，otherwisetheywouldhavegiventhedaisyagoodlecture.thelittleflowercouldverywellseethattheywereillatease，andpitiedthemsincerely.shortlyafterthisagirlcameintothegarden，withalargesharpknife.shewenttothetulipsandbegancuttingthemoff，oneafteranother. “ugh！”sighedthedaisy， “thatisterrible；nowtheyaredonefor.”thegirlcarriedthetulipsaway.thedaisywasgladthatitwasoutside，andonlyasmallfloweritfeltverygrateful.atsunsetitfoldeditspetals，andfellasleep，anddreamtallnightofthesunandthelittlebird.w&ww.zzstep.c%omonthefollowingmorning，whenthefloweroncemorestretchedforthitstenderpetals，likelittlearms，towardstheairandlight，thedaisyrecognisedthebirdsvoice，butwhatitsangsoundedsosad.indeedthepoorbirdhadgoodreasontobesad，forithadbeencaughtandputintoacageclosebytheopenwindow.itsangofthehappydayswhenitcouldmerrilyflyabout，offreshgreencorninthefields，andofthetimewhenitcouldsoaralmostuptotheclouds.thepoorlarkwasmostunhappyasaprisonerinacage.thelittledaisywouldhavelikedsomuchtohelpit，butwhatcouldbedone？indeed，thatwasverydifficultforsuchasmallflowertofindout.itentirelyforgothowbeautifuleverythingarounditwas，howwarmlythesunwasshining，andhowsplendidlywhiteitsownpetalswere.itcouldonlythinkofthepoorcaptivebird，forwhichitcoulddonothing.thentwolittleboyscameoutofthegarden；oneofthemhadalargesharpknife，likethatwithwhichthegirlhadcutthetulips.theycamestraighttowardsthelittledaisy，whichcouldnotunderstandwhattheywanted.“hereisafinepieceofturfforthelark，”saidoneoftheboys，andbegantocutoutasquareroundthedaisy，sothatitremainedinthecentreofthegrass.“pluckthefloweroff”saidtheotherboy，andthedaisytrembledforfear，fortobepulledoffmeantdeathtoit；anditwishedsomuchtolive，asitwastogowiththesquareofturfintothepoorcaptivelarkscage.“noletitstay，”saidtheotherboy， “itlookssopretty.”andsoitstayed，andwasbroughtintothelarkscage.thepoorbirdwaslamentingitslostliberty，andbeatingitswingsagainstthewires；andthelittledaisycouldnotspeakorutteraconsolingword，muchasitwouldhavelikedtodoso.sotheforenoonpassed.“ihavenowater，”saidthecaptivelark， “theyhaveallgoneout，andforgottentogivemeanythingtodrink.mythroatisdryandburning.ifeelasifihadfireandicewithinme，andtheairissooppressive.alas！imustdie，andpartwiththewarmsunshine，thefreshgreenmeadows，andallthebeautythatgodhascreated.”anditthrustitsbeakintothepieceofgrass，torefreshitselfalittle.thenitnoticedthelittledaisy，andnoddedtoit，andkisseditwithitsbeakandsaid： “youmustalsofadeinhere，poorlittleflower.youandthepieceofgrassarealltheyhavegivenmeinexchangeforthewholeworld，whichienjoyedoutside.eachlittlebladeofgrassshallbeagreentreeforme，eachofyourwhitepetalsafragrantflower.alas！youonlyremindmeofwhatihavelost.”“iwishicouldconsolethepoorlark，”thoughtthedaisy.itcouldnotmoveoneofitsleaves，butthefragranceofitsdelicatepetalsstreamedforth，andwasmuchstrongerthansuchflowersusuallyhave：thebirdnoticedit，althoughitwasdyingwiththirst，andinitspaintoreupthegreenbladesofgrass，butdidnottouchtheflower.theeveningcame，andnobodyappearedtobringthepoorbirdadropofwater；itopeneditsbeautifulwings，andflutteredaboutinitsanguish；afaintandmournful“tweet，tweet，”wasallitcou