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TheNightingaleAndTheRoseOscarWilde\”ShesaidthatshewoulddancewithmeifIbroughtherredroses,\”criedtheyoungStudent,\”butinallmygardenthereisnoredFromhernestintheoaktree （栎树）theNightingaleheardhimandshelookedoutthroughtheleavesandwondered.\”Noredroseinallmygarden!hecriedandhisbeautifuleyesfilledwithtears.\”Ah,onwhatlittlethingsdoeshappinedepend!Ihavereadallthatthewisemenhavewritten,andallthesecretsofphilosophyaremine,yetforwantofaredroseismylifemadewretched.\ \”Hereatlastisatruelover,\”saidtheNightingale.\”NightafternighthaveIsungofhim,thoughIknewhimnot:nightafternighthaveItoldhisstorytothestarsandnowIseehairisdarkasthehyacinth(风信bloomandhislipsareredastheroseofhisdesirebutpaionhasmadehisfacelikepaleivory,andsorrowhassethersealuponhis\”ThePrincegivesaballto-morrownight,\”murmuredtheyoungstudent,\”andmylovewillbeoftheIbringheraredroseshewilldancewithmetillIbringheraredrose,Ishouldholdherinmyandshewillleanherheaduponmyshoulder,andherhandwillbeclaspedinthereisnoredroseinmygarden,soIshallsitlonely,andshewillpamewillhavenoheedofme,andmyheartwillbreak.\”\”Here,indeed,isthetruelover,\”saidtheNightingale.\”WhatIsingof,hesuffers:whatisjoytome,tohimisloveisawonderfulismorepreciousthanemeralds（绿宝石）anddearerthanfine（猫眼石）.Pearlsandpomegranates（石榴石）cannotbuyitnorissetforthinthemarket-maynotbepurchasedofthemerchants,norcanitbeweighedoutinthebalanceforgold.\ \”Themusicianswillsitintheirgallery,\”saidtheyoung\”andplayupontheirstringedinstruments,andmylovewilldancetothesoundoftheharpandthewilldancesolightlythatherfeetwillnottouchthefloor,andthecourtiersintheirgaydreeswillthrongroundwithmeshewillnotdance,forIhavenoredrosetogiveher:\ ”andheflunghimselfdownonthegra,andburiedhisfaceinhishands,and\”Whyisheweeping?\”askedalittleGreenLizard,asheranpasthimwithhistailintheair.\”Why,indeed?\”saidaButterfly,whowasflutteringaboutafterasunbeam.\”Why,indeed?\”whisperedaDaisytohisneighbour,inasoft,low\”Heisweepingforared \”saidthe\”Foraredrose?\”theycried:\”howveryridiculous!\”andthelittleLizard,whowassomethingofacynic,laughedoutright.ButtheNightingaleunderstoodthesecretoftheStudent ’ssorrow,andshesatsilentintheoak-tree,andthoughtaboutthemysteryofthegarden.Inthecenterofthegra-plotwasstandingabeautifulRose-tree,andwhenshesawitsheflewovertoit,andlituponaspray.\”Givemearedrose,\”shecried,\”andIwillsingyoumysweetestButtheTreeshookits\”Myrosesarewhite,\”itanswered;\”aswhiteasthefoamofsea,andwhiterthanthesnowuponthegotomybrotherwhogrowstheoldsun-dial（日规）andperhapshewillgiveyouwhatyouSotheNightingaleflewovertotheRose-treethatwasgrowingroundtheoldsun-dial.\”Givemearedrose,\”shecried,\”andIwillsingyoumysweetestButtheTreeshookits\”Myrosesareyellow,\”itanswered;\”asyellowasthehairofthemermaiden（美人鱼）whositsuponanamberthrone,andyellowerthanthedaffodilthatbloomsinthemeadow（割草机）beforethemowereswithhisgotomybrotherwhogrowsbeneaththeStudent’swindow,andperhapshewillgiveyouwhatyouwant.\ SotheNightingaleflewovertotheRose-treethatwasgrowingbeneaththeStudent’swindow.\”Givemearedrose,\”shecried,\”andIwillsingyoumysweetestButtheTreeshookits\”Myrosesarered,\”itanswered,\”asredasthefeetofthedove,andredderthanthegreatfansofcoralthatwaveandwaveintheocean-\”OneredroseisallIwant,\”criedtheNightingale,\”onlyoneredrose!IstherenowaybywhichIcangetit?\ \”Thereisaway,\”answeredtheTree;\”butitissoterriblethatIdarenottellittoyou.\ \”Tellittome,\”saidtheNightingale,\”Iamnotafraid.\”Ifyouwantaredrose,saidtheTree,\”youmustbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstain（染色）itwithyourownheart’smustsingtomewithyourbreastagainstanightlongyoumustsingtome,andthethornmustpierce（刺穿）yourheartandyourlife-bloodmustflowintomyveins（静脉）andbeemine.\”\”Deathisagreatpricetopayforaredrose,\”criedtheNightingale,\”andLifeisverydeartoispleasanttositinthegreenwood,andtowatchtheSuninhischariotofgold,andtheMooninherchariotofisthescentofthehawthorn,andsweetarethebluebellsthathideinthevalley,andtheheatherthatblowsontheloveisbetterthanLife,andwhatistheheartofabirdparedtotheheartofa Soshespreadherbrownwingsforflight,andsoaredintothesweptoverthegardenlikeashadow,andlikeashadowshesailedthroughtheTheyoungStudentwasstilllyingonthegra,whereshehadlefthim,andthetearswerenotyetdryinhisbeautifuleyes.\”Behappy,\”criedtheNightingale,\”behappy;youshallhaveyourredwillbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstainitwithmyownheart’sthatIaskofyouinreturnisthatyouwillbeatruelover,forLoveiswiserthanPhilosophy,thoughheiswise,andmightierthanhislipsaresweetashoney,andhisbreathislike TheStudentlookedupfromthegra,andlistened,buthecouldnotunderstandwhattheNightingalewassayingtohim,forheonlyknewthethingsthatarewrittendowninbooks.ButtheOak-treeunderstood,andfeltsad,forhewasveryfondofthelittleNightingale,whohadbuilthernestinhisbranches.\”Singmeonelastsong,\”hewhispered;\”Ishallfeellonelywhenyouaregone.\”SotheNightingalesang totheOak-tree,andhervoicewaslikewaterbubblingfromasilverjar.Whenshehadfinishedhersong,theStudentgotup,andpulledanote-bookandalead-penciloutofhispocket.\”Shehasform,\”hesaidtohimself,ashewalkedawaythroughthegrove—\”thatcannotbedeniedtoher;buthasshegotfeeling?Iamafraidfact,sheislikemostartists;sheisallstylewithoutanywouldnotsacrificeherselfforthinksmerelyofmusic,andeverybodyknowsthattheartsare,itmustbeadmittedthatshehassomebeautifulnotesinherapityitisthattheydonotmeananything,ordoanypracticalgood!\”Andhewentintohisroom,andlaydownonhislittlepallet-bed,andbegantothinkofhislove;and,afteratime,hefellAndwhenthemoonshoneintheheavenstheNightingaleflewtoRose-tree,andsetherbreastagainstthenightlongshesang,withherbreastagainstthethorn,andthecoldcrystalMoonleaneddownandnightlongshesang,andthethornwentdeeperanddeeperintoherbreast,andherlife-bloodebbedaway（逐渐消失）fromShesangfirstofthebirthofloveintheheartofaboyandathetopmostsprayoftheRose-treetherebloomedamarvelousrose,petalovertheriver—paleasthefeetofthemorning,andsilverasthewingsofthetheshadowofaroseinamirrorofsilver,astheshadowofaroseinawater-pool,sowastherosethatbloomedonthetopmostsprayoftheTree.ButtheTreecriedtotheNightingaletoprecloseragainstthewillebeforetheroseisfinished.\”SotheNightingalepreedcloseragainstthethorn,andlouderandamanandamaid.Andadelicateflushofpinkcameintotheleavesoftherose,theflushinthefaceofthebridegroomwhenhekiesthelipsofthethethornhadnotyetreachedherheart,sotherose’sheartremainedwhite,foronlyaNightingale’sheart’sbloodcancrimsontheheartofaAndtheTreecriedtotheNightingaletoprecloseragainstthewillebeforetheroseisfinished.\”SotheNightingalepreedcloseragainstthethorn,andthethornthatisperfectedbyDeath,oftheLovethatdiesnotinthetomb.wasthegirdleofpetals,andcrimsonasarubywastheheart.begantobeatandafilmcameoverherandfaintergrewhersongandshefeltsomethingchokingherinherThenshegaveonelastburstofwhiteMoonhearditandsheforgotthedawnandlingeredon（停留在…）intheredrosehearditandtrembledalloverwithecstasy（狂喜）andopeneditspetalstothecoldmorningboreittoherpurplecaverninthehills,andwokethesleepingshepherdsfromtheirfloatedthroughthereedsoftheriverandtheycarrieditsmeagetothesea.\”Look,look!\”criedtheTree,\”theroseisfinishednow;\”buttheNightingalemadenoanswer,forshewaslyingdeadinthelonggra,withthethorninherAndatnoontheStudentopenedhiswindowandlooked\”Why,whatawonderfulpieceofluck!\”Hecried;\”hereisaredrose!IhaveneverseenanyroselikeitinallmyissobeautifulthatIamsureithasalongLatinname;\”andheleaneddownandpluckedThenheputonhishat,andranuptotheProfeor ’shousewiththeroseinhishand.ThedaughteroftheProfeorwassittinginthedoorwaywindingbluesilkonareel,andherlittledogwaslyingatherfeet.\”YousaidthatyouwoulddancewithmeifIbroughtyouaredrose,\”criedtheStudent.\”Hereisthereddestroseinallthewillwearitto-nightnextyourheart,andaswedancetogetheritwilltellyouhowIloveyou.\”Buthegirl （皱眉\”Iamafraiditwillnotgowithmydre, \”sheanswered;\”and,besides,theChamberlain’snephewhadsentmesomerealjewels,andeverybodyknowsthatjewelscostfarmorethanflowers.\ \”Well,uponmyword,you areveryungrateful,\”saidtheStudentangrily;andhethrewtheroseontohestreet,whereitfellintothegutter（排水沟）andacartwheelwentover\”Ungrateful!\”saidthegirl.\”Itellyouwhat,youareveryrude;and,afterall,whoareyou?Onlya,IdontbelieveyouhaveevengotsilverbucklestoyourshoesastheChamberlain’snephewhas;\”andshegotupfromherchairandwentintothehouse.\”WhatasillythingLoveis!\”saidtheStudentashewalkedaway.\”ItisnothalfasusefulasLogic,foritdoesnotproveanything,anditisalwaystellingoneofthingsthatarenotgoingtohappen,andmakingonebelievethingsthatarenotfact,itisquiteunpractical,and,asinthisagetobepracticaliseverything,IshallgobacktoPhilosophyandstudyMetaphysics.\”Sohereturnedtohisroomandpulledoutagreatdustybook,andbegantoread.TheSelfishGiantbyOscarWildeEveryafternoon,astheywereingfromschool,thechildrenusedtogoandplayinthegiant\’sgarden.Itwasalargelovelygarden,withsoftgreenandtherewerepeach-treesthatinthespring-timebrokeoutintodelicatebloomsofpinkandpearl,andintheautumnborerichbirdssatonthetreesandsangsosweetlythatthechildrenusedtostoptheirgamesinordertolistentothem.\”Howhappyweare!\”theycriedtoeachother.OnedaythegiantcamehadbeentovisithisfriendtheCornishogre,andhadstayedwithhimforseventhesevenyearswereoverhehadsaidallthathehadtosay,forhisconversationwaslimited,andhedeterminedtoreturntohisownhearrivedhesawthechildrenplayinginthe\”Whatareyoudoinghere?\”hecriedinaverygruffvoice,andthechildrenranaway.\”Myowngardenismyowngarden,\”saidthegiant;\”anyonecanunderstandthat,andIwillallownobodytoplayinitbutmyself.\”Sohebuiltahighwallaroundit,andputupanotice-board\”Trespaerswillbeprosecuted.\”HewasaveryselfishThepoorchildrenhadnownowheretotriedtoplayontheroad,buttheroadwasverydustyandfullofhardstones,andtheydidnotlikeusedtowanderroundthehighwallswhentheirleonswereover,andtalkaboutthebeautifulgardeninside.\”Howhappywewerethere!\”theysaidtoeachother.Thenthespringcame,andalloverthecountrytherewerelittlebloomsandlittleinthegardenoftheselfishgiantitwasstillbirdsdidsawthatnotice-boarditwassosorryforthechildrenthatitslippedbackintothegroundagain,andwentofftoonlypeoplewhowerewerethesnowandthefrost.\”Springhasforgottenthisgarden,\”theycried,\”sowewillliveherealltheyearround. \”Thesnowcoveredupthegrawithhergreatwhitecloak,andthefrostpaintedallthetreestheyinvitedthenorthwindtostaywiththem,andhewaswrappedinfurs,andheroaredalldayaboutthegarden,andblewthechimney-potsdown.\”Thisisadelightfulspot,\”hesaid,\”wemustaskthehailtovisit.\”Sothehaildayforthreehoursherattledontheroofofwaslikeice.\”Icannotunderstandwhythespringissolateining, \”saidtheselfishgiant,ashesatatthewindowandlookedoutathiscold,whitegarden;\”Ihopetherewillbeachangeintheweather. Butspringnevercame,northeautumngavegoldenfruittoeverygarden,buttothegiant\’sgardenshegavenone.\”Heistooselfish,\”sheitwasalwayswinterthere,andthenorthwindandthehailandthefrostandthesnowdancedaboutthroughthetrees.Onemorningthegiantwaslyingawakeinbedwhenheheardsomelovelysoundedsosweettohisearsthathethoughtitmustbetheking\ musicianspaingwasreallyonlyalittlelinnetsingingoutsidehiswindow,butitwassolongsincehehadheardabirdsinginhisgardenthatitseemedtohimtobethemostbeautifulmusicinthethehailstoppeddancingoverhishead,andthenorthwindceasedroaringandadeliciousperfumecametohimthroughtheopencasement.\ ”Ibelievespringhaseatlast,\”saidthegiant;andhejumpedoutofbedandlookedWhatdidheHesawamostwonderfulalittleholeinthewallthechildrenhadcreptin,andtheyweresittinginthebranchesoftheeverytreethathecouldseetherewasalittlethetreesweresogladtohavethechildrenbackagainthattheyhadcoveredthemselveswithblooms,andwerewavingtheirarmsgentlyabovethechildren\’sbirdswereflyingaboutandtwitteringwithdelight,andtheflowerswerelookingupthroughthegreengraandwasalovelyscene,onlyinonecorneritwasstillwasthefarthestcornerofthegarden,andinitwasstandingalittlewassosmallthathecouldnotreachuptothebranchesofthetree,andhewaswanderingallroundit,cryingpoortreewasstillcoveredwithfrostandsnow,andthenorthwindwasblowingandroaringaboveit.\”Climbup!littleboy,\”saidthetree,anditbentitsbranchesdownaslowasitcould;buttheboywastootiny.Andthegiant\’sheartmeltedashelookedout.\”HowselfishIhavebeen!\”hesaid;\”nowIknowwhyspringwouldnotewillputthatpoorlittleboyonthetopofthetree,andthenIwillknockdownthewall,andmygardenshallbethechildren\’splaygroundforeverandever.\”Hewasreallyverysorryforwhathehaddone.Sohecreptdownstairsandopenedthefrontdoorquitesoftly,andwentoutintothewhenthechildrensawhimtheyweresofrightenedthattheyallranaway,andthegardenbecamewinterthelittleboydidnotrunforhiseyesweresofulloftearsthathedidnotseethegiantthegiantstoleupbehindhimandtookhimgentlyinhishand,andputhimupintothethetreebrokeoutatonceintobloom,andthebirdscameandonit,andthelittleboystretchedouthistwoarmsandflungthemaroundthegiant\’sneck,andkiedtheotherchildren,whentheysawthatthegiantwasnotwickedanylonger,camerunningback,andwiththemcamethespring.\”Itisyourgardennow,littlechildren,\”saidthegiant,andhetookagreataxeandknockeddownthewhenthepeopleweregoingchildreninthemostbeautifulgardentheyhadeverseen.tosaygood-bye.\”Butwhereisyourlittlepanion?\”hesaid:\”theboyIputintothetree.\”Thegiantlovedhimtheb