小学英语 安徒生童话系列（八）The Angel阅读素材.docx

theangelbyhanschristianandersen（1844）heneveragoodchilddies，anangelofgodcomesdownfromheaven，takesthedeadchildinhisarms，spreadsouthisgreatwhitewings，andflieswithhimoveralltheplaceswhichthechildhadlovedduringhislife.thenhegathersalargehandfulofflowers，whichhecarriesuptothealmighty，thattheymaybloommorebrightlyinheaventhantheydoonearth.andthealmightypressestheflowerstohisheart，buthekissestheflowerthatpleaseshimbest，anditreceivesavoice，andisabletojointhesongofthechorusofbliss.“thesewordswerespokenbyanangelofgod，ashecarriedadeadchilduptoheaven，andthechildlistenedasifinadream.thentheypassedoverwell-knownspots，wherethelittleonehadoftenplayed，andthroughbeautifulgardensfulloflovelyflowers.“whichoftheseshallwetakewithustoheaventobetransplantedthere？”askedtheangel.closebygrewaslender，beautiful，rose-bush，butsomewickedhandhadbrokenthestem，andthehalf-openedrosebudshungfadedandwitheredonthetrailingbranches.“poorrose-bush！”saidthechild， “letustakeitwithustoheaven，thatitmaybloomaboveingodsgarden.”theangeltookuptherose-bush；thenhekissedthechild，andthelittleonehalfopenedhiseyes.theangelgatheredalsosomebeautifulflowers，aswellasafewhumblebuttercupsandhearts-ease.“nowwehaveflowersenough，”saidthechild；buttheangelonlynodded，hedidnotflyupwardtoheaven.itwasnight，andquitestillinthegreattown.heretheyremained，andtheangelhoveredoverasmall，narrowstreet，inwhichlayalargeheapofstraw，ashes，andsweepingsfromthehousesofpeoplewhohadremoved.therelayfragmentsofplates，piecesofplaster，rags，oldhats，andotherrubbishnotpleasanttosee.amidstallthisconfusion，theangelpointedtothepiecesofabrokenflower-pot，andtoalumpofearthwhichhadfallenoutofit.theearthhadbeenkeptfromfallingtopiecesbytherootsofawitheredfield-flower，whichhadbeenthrownamongsttherubbish.“wewilltakethiswithus，”saidtheangel， “iwilltellyouwhyasweflyalong.”andastheyflewtheangelrelatedthehistory.“downinthatnarrowlane，inalowcellar，livedapoorsickboy；hehadbeenafflictedfromhischildhood，andeveninhisbestdayshecouldjustmanagetowalkupanddowntheroomoncrutchesonceortwice，butnomore.duringsomedaysinsummer，thesunbeamswouldlieonthefloorofthecellarforabouthalfanhour.inthisspotthepoorsickboywouldsitwarminghimselfinthesunshine，andwatchingtheredbloodthroughhisdelicatefingersasheheldthembeforehisface.thenhewouldsayhehadbeenout，yetheknewnothingofthegreenforestinitsspringverdure，tillaneighborssonbroughthimagreenboughfromabeech-tree.thishewouldplaceoverhishead，andfancythathewasinthebeech-woodwhilethesunshone，andthebirdscarolledgayly.onespringdaytheneighborsboybroughthimsomefield-flowers，andamongthemwasonetowhichtherootstilladhered.thishecarefullyplantedinaflower-pot，andplacedinawindow-seatnearhisbed.andtheflowerhadbeenplantedbyafortunatehand，foritgrew，putforthfreshshoots，andblossomedeveryyear.itbecameasplendidflower-gardentothesickboy，andhislittletreasureuponearth.hewateredit，andcherishedit，andtookcareitshouldhavethebenefitofeverysunbeamthatfounditswayintothecellar，fromtheearliestmorningraytotheeveningsunset.theflowerentwineditselfeveninhisdreamsforhimitbloomed，forhimspreaditsperfume.anditgladdenedhiseyes，andtotheflowerheturned，evenindeath，whenthelordcalledhim.hehasbeenoneyearwithgod.duringthattimetheflowerhasstoodinthewindow，witheredandforgotten，tillatlengthcastoutamongthesweepingsintothestreet，onthedayofthelodgersremoval.andthispoorflower，witheredandfadedasitis，wehaveaddedtoournosegay，becauseitgavemorerealjoythanthemostbeautifulflowerinthegardenofaqueen.”“buthowdoyouknowallthis？”askedthechildwhomtheangelwascarryingtoheaven.“iknowit，”saidtheangel， “becauseimyselfwasthepoorsickboywhowalkeduponcrutches，andiknowmyownflowerwell.”thenthechildopenedhiseyesandlookedintotheglorioushappyfaceoftheangel，andatthesamemomenttheyfoundthemselvesinthatheavenlyhomewhereallishappinessandjoy.andgodpressedthedeadchildtohisheart，andwingsweregivenhimsothathecouldflywiththeangel，handinhand.thenthealmightypressedalltheflowerstohisheart；buthekissedthewitheredfield-flower，anditreceivedavoice.thenitjoinedinthesongoftheangels，whosurroundedthethrone，somen