小学英语安徒生童话系列八TheAngel阅读素材2

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