安徒生童话故事第：飞箱The Flying Trunk
引导语：安徒生的童话故事第飞箱还有英文版，欢迎大家阅读与学习。
从前有一个商人，非常有钱，他的银元可以用来铺满一整条街，而且多余的还可以用来铺一条小巷。不过他没有这样作：他有别的方法使用他的钱，他拿出一个毫子，必定要赚回一些钱。他就是这样一个商人——后来他*。
他的儿子现在继承了全部的钱财;他生活得很愉快;他每晚去参加化装跳舞会，用纸币做风筝，用金币——而不用石片——在海边玩着打水漂的游戏。这样，钱就很容易花光了;他的钱就真的这样花光了。最后他只剩下四个毫子，此外还有一双便鞋和一件旧睡衣。他的朋友们现在再也不愿意跟他来往了，因为他再也不能跟他们一道逛街。不过这些朋友中有一位心地很好的人，送给他一只箱子，说：“把你的东西收拾进去吧!”这意思是很好的，但是他并没有什么东西可以收拾进去，因此他就自己坐进箱子里去。
这是一只很滑稽的箱子。一个人只须把它的锁按一下，这箱子就可以飞起来。它真的飞起来了。嘘——箱子带着他从烟囱里飞出去了，高高地飞到云层里，越飞越远。箱子底发出响声，他非常害怕，怕它裂成碎片，因为这样一来，他的筋斗可就翻得不简单了!愿*保佑!他居然飞到土耳奇人住的国度里去了。他把箱子藏在树林里的枯叶子下面，然后就走进城里来。这倒不太困难，因为土耳奇人穿着跟他一样的衣服：一双拖鞋和一件睡衣。他碰到一个牵着孩子的奶妈。
“喂，您——土耳奇的奶妈，”他说，“城边的那座宫殿的窗子开得那么高，究竟是怎么一回事啊?”
“那是国王的女儿居住的地方呀!”她说。“有人曾经作过预言，说她将要因为一个爱人而变得非常不幸，因此谁也不能去看她，除非国王和王后也在场。”
“谢谢您!”商人的儿子说。他回到树林里来，坐进箱子，飞到屋顶上，偷偷地从窗口爬进公主的房间。
公主正躺在沙发上睡觉。她是那么美丽，商人的儿子忍不住吻了她一下。于是她醒来了，大吃一惊。不过他说他是土耳奇人的神，现在是从空中飞来看她的。这话她听来很舒服。
这样，他们就挨在一起坐着。他讲了一些关于她的眼睛的故事。他告诉她说：这是一对最美丽的、乌黑的湖，思想像人鱼一样在里面游来游去。于是他又讲了一些关于她的前额的故事。他说它像一座雪山，上面有最华丽的大厅和图画。他又讲了一些关于鹳鸟的故事：它们送来可爱的婴儿。①是的，这都是些好听的故事!于是他向公主求婚。她马上就答应了。
“不过你在星期六一定要到这儿来，”她说。“那时国王和王后将会来和我一起吃茶!我能跟一位土耳奇人的神结婚，他们一定会感到骄傲。不过，请注意，你得准备一个好听的故事，因为我的父母都是喜欢听故事的。我的母亲喜欢听有教育意义和特殊的故事，但是我的父亲则喜欢听愉快的、逗人发笑的故事!”
“对，我将不带什么订婚的礼物，而带一个故事来，”他说。这样他们就分手了。但是公主送给他一把剑，上面镶着金币，而这对他特别有用处。
他飞走了，买了一件新的睡衣。于是他坐在树林里，想编出一个故事。这故事得在星期六编好，而这却不是一件容易的事儿啦。
他总算把故事编好了，这已经是星期六。
国王、王后和全体大臣们都到公主的地方来吃茶。他受到非常客气的招待。
“请您讲一个故事好吗?”王后说，“讲一个高深而富有教育意义的故事。”
“是的，讲一个使我们发笑的故事!”国王说。
“当然的，”他说。于是他就开始讲起故事来。现在请你好好地听吧：
从前有一捆柴火，这些柴火对自己的高贵出身特别感到骄傲。它们的始祖，那就是说一株大枞树，原是树林里一株又大又老的树。这些柴火每一根就是它身上的一块碎片。这捆柴火现在躺在打火匣和老铁罐中间的一个架子上。它们谈起自己年轻时代的那些日子来。
“是的，”它们说，“当我们在绿枝上的时候，那才真算是在绿枝上啦!每天早上和晚间我们总有珍珠茶喝——这是露珠。太阳只要一出来，我们整天就有太阳光照着，所有的小鸟都来讲故事给我们听。我们可以看得很清楚，我们是非常富有的，因为一般的宽叶树只是在夏天才有衣服穿，而我们家里的人在冬天和夏天都有办法穿上绿衣服。不过，伐木人一来，就要发生一次大的变革：我们的家庭就要破裂。我们的家长成了一条漂亮的船上的主桅——这条船只要它愿意，可以走遍世界。别的枝子就到别的地方去了。而我们的工作却只是一些为平凡的人点火。因此我们这些出自名门的人就到厨房里来了。”
“我的命运可不同，”站在柴火旁边的老铁罐说。“我一出生到这世界上来，就受到了不少的摩擦和煎熬!我做的是一件实际工作——严格地讲，是这屋子里的第一件工作。我唯一的快乐是在饭后干干净净地，整整齐齐地，躺在架子上，同我的朋友们扯些有道理的闲天。除了那个水罐偶尔到院子里去一下以外，我们老是待在家里的。我们唯一的新闻贩子是那位到市场去买菜的篮子。他常常像煞有介事地报告一些关于*和老百姓的消息。是的，前天有一个老罐子吓了一跳，跌下来打得粉碎。我可以告诉你，他可是一位喜欢乱讲话的人啦!”
“你的话讲得未免太多了一点，”打火匣说。这时一块铁在燧石上擦了一下，火星散发出来。“我们不能把这个晚上弄得愉快一点么?”
“对，我们还是来研究一下谁是最高贵的吧?”柴火说。“不，我不喜欢谈论我自己!”罐子说。“我们还是来开一个晚会吧!我来开始。我来讲一个大家经历过的故事，这样大家就可以欣赏它——这是很愉快的。在波罗的海边，在丹麦的山毛榉树林边——”
“这是一个很美丽的开端!”所有的盘子一起说。“这的确是我所喜欢的故事!”
“是的，我就在那儿一个安静的家庭里度过我的童年。家具都擦得很亮，地板洗得很干净，窗帘每半月换一次。”
“你讲故事的方式真有趣!”鸡毛帚说。“人们一听就知道，这是一个女人在讲故事。整个故事中充满了一种清洁的味道。”
“是的，人们可以感觉到这一点。”水罐子说。她一时高兴，就跳了一下，把水洒了一地板。
罐子继续讲故事。故事的结尾跟开头一样好。
所有的盘子都快乐得闹起来。鸡毛帚从一个沙洞里带来一根绿芹菜，把它当做一个花冠戴在罐子头上。他知道这会使别人讨厌。“我今天为她戴上花冠，”他想，“她明天也就会为我戴上花冠的。”
“现在我要跳舞了，”火钳说，于是就跳起来。天啦!这婆娘居然也能翘起一只腿来!墙角里的那个旧椅套子也裂开来看它跳舞。“我也能戴上花冠吗?”火钳说。果然不错，她得到了一个花冠。
“这是一群乌合之众!”柴火想。
现在茶壶开始唱起歌来。但是她说她伤了风，除非她在沸腾，否则就不能唱。但这不过是装模作样罢了：她除非在主人面前，站在桌子上，她是不愿意唱的。
老鹅毛笔坐在桌子边——女佣人常常用它来写字：这支笔并没有什么了不起的地方，他只是常被深插在墨水瓶之中，但他对于这点却感到非常骄傲。“如果茶壶不愿意唱，”他说，“那么就去她的吧!外边挂着的笼子里有一只夜莺——他唱得蛮好，他没有受过任何教育，不过我们今晚可以不提这件事情。”
“我觉得，”茶壶说——“他是厨房的歌手，同时也是茶壶的异母兄弟——我们要听这样一只外国鸟唱歌是非常不对的。这算是爱国吗?让上街的菜篮来评判一下吧?”
“我有点烦恼，”菜篮说。“谁也想象不到我内心里是多么烦恼!这能算得上是晚上的消遣吗?把我们这个家整顿整顿一下岂不是更好吗?请大家各归原位，让我来布置整个的游戏吧。这样，事情才会改变!”
“是的，我们来闹一下吧!”大家齐声说。
正在这时候，门开了。女佣人走进来了，大家都静静地站着不动，谁也不敢说半句话。不过在他们当中，没有哪一只壶不是满以为自己有一套办法，自己是多么高贵。“只要我愿意，”每一位都是这样想，“这一晚可以变得很愉快!”
女佣人拿起柴火，点起一把火。天啦!火烧得多么响!多么亮啊!
“现在每个人都可以看到，”他们想，“我们是头等人物。我们照得多么亮!我们的光是多么大啊!”——于是他们就都烧完了。
“这是一个出色的故事!”王后说。“我觉得自己好像就在厨房里，跟柴火在一道。是的，我们可以把女儿嫁给你了。”
“是的，当然!”国王说，“你在星期一就跟我们的女儿结婚吧。”
他们用“你”来称呼他，因为他现在是属于他们一家的了。②
举行婚礼的日子已经确定了。在结婚的头天晚上，全城都大放光明。饼干和点心都随便在街上散发给群众。小孩子用脚尖站着，高声喊“万岁!”同时用手指吹起口哨来。真是非常热闹。
“是的，我也应该让大家快乐一下才对!”商人的儿子想。因此他买了些焰火和炮竹，以及种种可以想象得到的鞭炮。他把这些东西装进箱子里，于是向空中飞去。
“啪!”放得多好!放得多响啊!
所有的土耳奇人一听见就跳起来，弄得他们的拖鞋都飞到耳朵旁边去了。他们从来没有看见过这样的火球。他们现在知道了，要跟公主结婚的人就是土耳奇的神。
商人的儿子坐着飞箱又落到森林里去，他马上想，“我现在要到城里去一趟，看看这究竟产生了什么效果。”他有这样一个愿望，当然也是很自然的。
嗨，老百姓讲的话才多哩!他所问到的每一个人都有自己的一套故事。不过大家都觉得那是很美的。
“我亲眼看到那位土耳奇的神，”一个说：“他的眼睛像一对发光的星星，他的胡须像起泡沫的水!”
“他穿着一件火外套飞行，”另外一个说：“许多最美丽的天使藏在他的衣褶里向外窥望。”
是的，他所听到的都是最美妙的传说。在第二天他就要结婚了。
他现在回到森林里来，想坐进他的箱子里去。不过箱子到哪儿去了呢?箱子被烧掉了。焰火的一颗火星落下来，点起了一把火。箱子已经化成灰烬了。他再也飞不起来了。也没有办法到他的新娘子那儿去。
她在屋顶上等待了一整天。她现在还在那儿等待着哩。而他呢，他在这个茫茫的世界里跑来跑去讲儿童故事;不过这些故事再也不像他所讲的那个“柴火的故事”一样有趣。
飞箱英文版：
The Flying Trunk
THERE was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have paved the whole street with gold, and would even then have had enough for a small alley. But he did not do so; he knew the value of money better than to use it in this way. So clever was he, that every shilling he put out brought him a crown; and so he continued till he died. His son inherited his wealth, and he lived a merry life with it; he went to a masquerade every night, made kites out of five pound notes, and threw pieces of gold into the sea instead of stones, making ducks and drakes of them. In this manner he soon lost all his money. At last he had nothing left but a pair of slippers, an old dressing-gown, and four shillings. And now all his friends deserted him, they could not walk with him in the streets; but one of them, who was very good-natured, sent him an old trunk with this message, “Pack up!” “Yes,” he said, “it is all very well to say ‘pack up,’” but he had nothing left to pack up, therefore he seated himself in the trunk. It was a very wonderful trunk; no sooner did any one press on the lock than the trunk could fly. He shut the lid and pressed the lock, when away flew the trunk up the chimney with the merchant’s son in it, right up into the clouds. Whenever the bottom of the trunk cracked, he was in a great fright, for if the trunk fell to pieces he would have made a tremendous somerset over the trees. However, he got safely in his trunk to the land of Turkey. He hid the trunk in the wood under some dry leaves, and then went into the town: he could so this very well, for the Turks always go about dressed in dressing-gowns and slippers, as he was himself. He happened to meet a nurse with a little child. “I say, you Turkish nurse,” cried he, “what castle is that near the town, with the windows placed so high?”
“The king’s daughter lives there,” she replied; “it has been prophesied that she will be very unhappy about a lover, and therefore no one is allowed to visit her, unless the king and queen are present.”
“Thank you,” said the merchant’s son. So he went back to the wood, seated himself in his trunk, flew up to the roof of the castle, and crept through the window into the princess’s room. She lay on the sofa asleep, and she was so beautiful that the merchant’s son could not help kissing her. Then she awoke, and was very much frightened; but he told her he was a Turkish angel, who had come down through the air to see her, which pleased her very much. He sat down by her side and talked to her: he said her eyes were like beautiful dark lakes, in which the thoughts swam about like little mermaids, and he told her that her forehead was a snowy mountain, which contained splendid halls full of pictures. And then he related to her about the stork who brings the beautiful children from the rivers. These were delightful stories; and when he asked the princess if she would marry him, she consented immediately.
“But you must come on Saturday,” she said; “for then the king and queen will take tea with me. They will be very proud when they find that I am going to marry a Turkish angel; but you must think of some very pretty stories to tell them, for my parents like to hear stories better than anything. My mother prefers one that is deep and moral; but my father likes something funny, to make him laugh.”
“Very well,” he replied; “I shall bring you no other marriage portion than a story,” and so they parted. But the princess gave him a sword which was studded with gold coins, and these he could use.
Then he flew away to the town and bought a new dressing-gown, and afterwards returned to the wood, where he composed a story, so as to be ready for Saturday, which was no easy matter. It was ready however by Saturday, when he went to see the princess. The king, and queen, and the whole court, were at tea with the princess; and he was received with great politeness.
“Will you tell us a story?” said the queen,—“one that is instructive and full of deep learning.”
“Yes, but with something in it to laugh at,” said the king.
“Certainly,” he replied, and commenced at once, asking them to listen attentively. “There was once a bundle of matches that were exceedingly proud of their high descent. Their genealogical tree, that is, a large pine-tree from which they had been cut, was at one time a large, old tree in the wood. The matches now lay between a tinder-box and an old iron saucepan, and were talking about their youthful days. ‘Ah! then we grew on the green boughs, and were as green as they; every morning and evening we were fed with diamond drops of dew. Whenever the sun shone, we felt his warm rays, and the little birds would relate stories to us as they sung. We knew that we were rich, for the other trees only wore their green dress in summer, but our family were able to array themselves in green, summer and winter. But the wood-cutter came, like a great revolution, and our family fell under the axe. The head of the house obtained a situation as mainmast in a very fine ship, and can sail round the world when he will. The other branches of the family were taken to different places, and our office now is to kindle a light for common people. This is how such high-born people as we came to be in a kitchen.’
“‘Mine has been a very different fate,’ said the iron pot, which stood by the matches; ‘from my first entrance into the world I have been used to cooking and scouring. I am the first in this house, when anything solid or useful is required. My only pleasure is to be made clean and shining after dinner, and to sit in my place and have a little sensible conversation with my neighbors. All of us, excepting the water-bucket, which is sometimes taken into the courtyard, live here together within these four walls. We get our news from the market-basket, but he sometimes tells us very unpleasant things about the people and the government. Yes, and one day an old pot was so alarmed, that he fell down and was broken to pieces. He was a liberal, I can tell you.’
“‘You are talking too much,’ said the tinder-box, and the steel struck against the flint till some sparks flew out, crying, ‘We want a merry evening, don’t we?’
“‘Yes, of course,’ said the matches, ‘let us talk about those who are the highest born.’
“‘No, I don’t like to be always talking of what we are,’ remarked the saucepan; ‘let us think of some other amusement; I will begin. We will tell something that has happened to ourselves; that will be very easy, and interesting as well. On the Baltic Sea, near the Danish shore’—
“‘What a pretty commencement!’ said the plates; ‘we shall all like that story, I am sure.’
“‘Yes; well in my youth, I lived in a quiet family, where the furniture was polished, the floors scoured, and clean curtains put up every fortnight,’
“‘What an interesting way you have of relating a story,’ said the carpet-broom; ‘it is easy to perceive that you have been a great deal in women’s society, there is something so pure runs through what you say.’
“‘That is quite true,’ said the water-bucket; and he made a spring with joy, and splashed some water on the floor.
“Then the saucepan went on with his story, and the end was as good as the beginning.
“The plates rattled with pleasure, and the carpet-broom brought some green parsley out of the dust-hole and crowned the saucepan, for he knew it would vex the others; and he thought, ‘If I crown him to-day he will crown me to-morrow.’
“‘Now, let us have a dance,’ said the fire-tongs; and then how they danced and stuck up one leg in the air. The chair-cushion in the corner burst with laughter when she saw it.
“‘Shall I be crowned now?’ asked the fire-tongs; so the broom found another wreath for the tongs.
“‘They were only common people after all,’ thought the matches. The tea-urn was now asked to sing, but she said she had a cold, and could not sing without boiling heat. They all thought this was affectation, and because she did not wish to sing excepting in the parlor, when on the table with the grand people.
“In the window sat an old quill-pen, with which the maid generally wrote. There was nothing remarkable about the pen, excepting that it had been dipped too deeply in the ink, but it was proud of that.
“‘If the tea-urn won’t sing,’ said the pen, ‘she can leave it alone; there is a nightingale in a cage who can sing; she has not been taught much, certainly, but we need not say anything this evening about that.’
“‘I think it highly improper,’ said the tea-kettle, who was kitchen singer, and half-brother to the tea-urn, ‘that a rich foreign bird should be listened to here. Is it patriotic? Let the market-basket decide what is right.’
“‘I certainly am vexed,’ said the basket; ‘inwardly vexed, more than any one can imagine. Are we spending the evening properly? Would it not be more sensible to put the house in order? If each were in his own place I would lead a game; this would be quite another thing.’
“‘Let us act a play,’ said they all. At the same moment the door opened, and the maid came in. Then not one stirred; they all remained quite still; yet, at the same time, there was not a single pot amongst them who had not a high opinion of himself, and of what he could do if he chose.
“‘Yes, if we had chosen,’ they each thought, ‘we might have spent a very pleasant evening.’
“The maid took the matches and lighted them; dear me, how they sputtered and blazed up!
“‘Now then,’ they thought, ‘every one will see that we are the first. How we shine; what a light we give!’ Even while they spoke their light went out.
“What a capital story,” said the queen, “I feel as if I were really in the kitchen, and could see the matches; yes, you shall marry our daughter.”
“Certainly,” said the king, “thou shalt have our daughter.” The king said thou to him because he was going to be one of the family. The wedding-day was fixed, and, on the evening before, the whole city was illuminated. Cakes and sweetmeats were thrown among the people. The street boys stood on tiptoe and shouted “hurrah,” and whistled between their fingers; altogether it was a very splendid affair.
“I will give them another treat,” said the merchant’s son. So he went and bought rockets and crackers, and all sorts of fire-works that could be thought of, packed them in his trunk, and flew up with it into the air. What a whizzing and popping they made as they went off! The Turks, when they saw such a sight in the air, jumped so high that their slippers flew about their ears. It was easy to believe after this that the princess was really going to marry a Turkish angel.
As soon as the merchant’s son had come down in his flying trunk to the wood after the fireworks, he thought, “I will go back into the town now, and hear what they think of the entertainment.” It was very natural that he should wish to know. And what strange things people did say, to be sure! every one whom he questioned had a different tale to tell, though they all thought it very beautiful.
“ I saw the Turkish angel myself,” said one; “he had eyes like glittering stars, and a head like foaming water.”
“He flew in a mantle of fire,” cried another, “and lovely little cherubs peeped out from the folds.”
He heard many more fine things about himself, and that the next day he was to be married. After this he went back to the forest to rest himself in his trunk. It had disappeared! A spark from the fireworks which remained had set it on fire; it was burnt to ashes! So the merchant’s son could not fly any more, nor go to meet his bride. She stood all day on the roof waiting for him, and most likely she is waiting there still; while he wanders through the world telling fairy tales, but none of them so amusing as the one he related about the matches.
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一阵狂风把两颗种了从遥远的树林里吹来，随随便便地抛在广阔的田野里。雨水灌溉着它们，泥土把它们埋起来温暖着，于是田野里长出了两棵树。
树起初很小，但是无聊的时间使它们长得高高地离开了地面，使它们远远地彼此望着。
它们彼此看见了。
田野那么辽阔，但直到尽头，这绿色平原上都没有别的树木。只有这两棵彼此噪的树仁立在田野中间，枝丫交错地张开来像个十字，孤零零的似乎是一种用来丈量空间的古怪的标杆。
它们彼此遥望，互相思念，互相倾慕。春天，当生命的力量温暖着它们，营养的液汁在它们体内流动的时候，它们便怀念起它们永生不忘，但却永远分离了的母林来了。
它们摇撼着树枝，互相默默地作着手势。当同一只小鸟，像同一种心意似的，从这树飞到那棵树的时候，它们就会高兴得发起洞。
在狂风暴雨中，它们惊慌地东摇西摆，折断了树枝，发出呜呜的声音，仿佛力图挣出地面，飞去相迎，互相拥抱，求得援助。
在黑夜里，它们又被隔离开来，彼此看不见了。它们因这种不幸而感到痛苦，祈祷似地仰望着天空，期待着天空破晓，它们又可以彼此相望了。
当措人或者是收割的农民坐在一棵树的荫影下休息的时候，它就悲伤地沙沙地响着，伤心地诉说孤的生活多么痛苦：诉说不跟亲人在一起，时间过得多么慢，多么空虚，多么没有意义；诉说希望因达不到目的而日渐消失；诉说不能交融的爱情有多么强烈，得不到相互亲热的生活多么难以忍受。
2、孩子听的安徒生童话故事全集
从前，有一个男人，他的老婆脾气不好，为人十分任性。他平时非常宠爱她，凡事都依从她，就怕惹她不高兴，这样一来，就把她惯得不像样子了。
这个男人有一块园地，每天都早出晚归地到园中去耕地。除草。浇灌，把园地管理得井井有条。他老婆见他整天忙着侍弄园地，便问道："你每天忙忙碌碌地跑来跑去，你都忙些什么呢？"
他说："我得每天去管理咱家的园子，我在园子里种了些你喜欢的东西，你见了准高兴。"
他老婆说："那我得去看看。"
他见老婆关心园地，心里很高兴，便带着她去了。他俩手挽手。肩并肩地来到园地。他如数家珍般地给老婆介绍自己在园中种植的果树。蔬菜，心中充满了自豪感。
这时，有两个青年人路过此地，看到他俩在园中亲密无间的样子，就产生了怀疑，认为一男一女在园子里这样亲热，准是在干见不得人的勾当。于是，他们悄悄地跟进园中，藏在树后，要看个究竟。
那对夫妇在园中忙了一阵子，便坐下来休息。妻子见园中景色优美，对丈夫说："这儿景色不错，又挺安静的，来，让咱们快活一阵子吧！"
丈夫听了，十分不高兴地说："你一个女人，说这种话，难道就不觉得害臊吗？这是什么地方，能由着你的性子胡来吗？况且，我还有不少事情要做呢，回家再说吧！"
妻子说："园子里的活儿，是永远也干不完的，再说了，咱们是夫妻呀，夫妻俩之间的事儿，别人是管不着的。即使是让别人看到了，又能怎么样呢？能说我们是私通吗？你如果现在不满足我，那我就赖着你不走，让你什么活儿也干不成！"
丈夫拗不过她，又怕她不高兴，便答应了她的要求。正在这时，那两个藏在树后的青年人跳将出来，大喝一声，抓住他们不放，威胁道："你们在这里私通，我们是不能轻饶你们的，快去跟我们到法官那里，让法官严惩你们吧！"
两个青年说着就上来抓他们。丈夫护着妻子，说道："你们这是在胡说八道！我们俩是夫妻关系，你们不要胡来！"
两个青年并不听他解释，不由分说继续抓他们。于是，丈夫便与他们厮打起来，在搏斗中，一个青年拔出匕首，将他刺*。
宰相赫马斯讲了男人和任性老婆的故事，又对国王说："陛下，我讲的这个故事，说明了作为男人，切切不可对女人惟命是从，更不能失去主见，以女人的主意为行事的准则。陛下是拥有渊博才学和聪颖心智的人，不该听任浅陋愚昧者搬弄是非。陛下千万要注意遇事一定要明察秋毫，明辨是非，分清哪些是逆耳忠言，哪些是阴谋诡计。依臣之见，那些个徒然无益的放纵享乐，不仅是浪费了大量的时间和金钱，还将损害您的健康，是最不可取的呀！"
宰相赫马斯苦口婆心地劝说着，国王瓦尔德听了，想到自己的所作所为，心中似有所悟，便接受了宰相的意见，表示明天上朝。宰相又一次得到了国王的，辞别国王，来到大臣们中间，将国王的告诉他们。
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在中国，你们知道，皇帝是中国人，他周围的人也都是中国人。我这会儿要跟你讲的这个故事发生在许多年以前，因此趁它还没有被忘记，现在就来听听它。我要讲的这个皇帝，他那皇宫是天底下最美丽的。它整个儿由瓷砖砌成，价值非常昂贵，但是它太脆薄易碎，谁摸它都得十分小心。在花园里可以看到最珍奇的花卉，其中最美丽的，上面系着小银铃，丁零丁零响，这样人人经过就不会不注意到那些花了。
的确，皇帝的花园里样样东西都安排得极其精巧。这花园大得连总园丁自己也不知道它到哪里为止。沿着它一直走，最后，会来到一座宏伟的树林，树木很高，倒映在一些很深的湖上。树林一直通到大海，海又蓝又深，连大船也能紧靠岸边在树影下开过。在这些树当中，有一棵上面待着一只夜莺，它唱得那么动听，每夜出来撒网的渔夫听到了也要停下来听它唱，不禁说：“噢，天啊，它唱得多美啊！”但是他不能久久听下去，因为他得去干活，打起鱼来，他很快就把鸟忘掉了。然而第二天夜里一听到它的歌声，他又要重复昨夜那句话：“天啊，它唱得多美啊！”
世界各国的人来到皇帝的京城瞻仰他的皇宫和花园；但是一听到那夜莺的歌唱，全都说这才是所有东西当中的。这些旅行者回国以后，介绍他们的见闻；有学问的人还写成书，书中描写这座京城、皇宫和花园；但是他们没有忘记那只夜莺，不，它总是在头一章就被提到了。会写诗的人写美丽的长诗来歌颂这只住在海边树林中的夜莺。
这些书畅销全球，其中一本还传到了这位皇帝的手里；他坐在他那把金交椅上读了起来，一面读一面不时点头，因为他看到把他这座京城、他的皇宫和他的花园如此称赞，感到十分高兴。但是接下来他读到了“其中要数夜莺最美丽”这句话。
“什么！夜莺？我根本不知道有什么夜莺，我可从来没有听说过。然而它就在我的帝国里，甚至就在我的花园里。看来读书可以知道一些事情。”
于是他把他的一个侍臣召来。这个侍臣是如此高贵，任何比他地位低的人对他说话，或者问他一件事情，他只是回答一声“呸”，这个字什么意思也没有。
“这里提到一只很有名的奇怪的鸟，这只鸟叫做夜莺，”这回是皇帝对他说话；“他们说这是我整个庞大帝国里最了不起的东西。我为什么从来没有听说过它呢？”
“这名字我连听也没有听说过，”这位侍臣回答说，“它从来没有被进贡到宫里来。”
“我要它今天晚上就送到这里，”皇帝命令说，“全世界都知道，我竟然不知道。”
“我也从来没有听说过，”侍臣还是说，“不过我一定尽力去找到它。”
4、孩子听的安徒生童话故事全集
被窝猪本来不叫这个名字的，只因为他总是喜欢赖在床上，哦，不，是赖在被窝里，所以大家都叫他被窝猪了。
早上，妈妈叫他吃饭，被窝猪只从被窝里探出脑袋来说：“我懒得过去，妈妈请把饭给我端过来吧。”妈妈没办法，只好把饭给他送到床前。被窝猪连坐都懒得坐，就趴在被窝里吃了。
饭吃完了，该上学了吧。被窝猪还是不想动。他对妈妈说：“我今天就不去上学了吧，妈妈帮我请假吧。”妈妈不同意：“不行，*不行，你都好几天没上学了，不能总睡在家里。快点，我们出发。”
等妈妈准备好，一回头发现被窝猪又在被窝里呼呼睡着了。妈妈实在没办法了，只好连着被窝和她的宝贝儿子一起抱到学校去。唉，家里有个这样的孩子真让人头疼啊。
妈妈抱着被窝猪挤上了公共汽车，很快就有位狐狸先生给他们让座了。狐狸先生看了看被窝里的小猪，对猪妈妈说：“您的宝宝真可爱，他长得好胖哦。”被窝猪的妈妈脸红了，她接话说：“是啊，他从小就能吃能睡。”
几位兔阿姨围过来七嘴八舌地说：“瞧他睡得多可爱。”“要是我家宝宝也这么胖就好了。”“他真是个超级婴儿。”
车上正好有位记者猴先生，他的职业敏感可灵了，听到有人说超级婴儿，他立刻挤了过来。可不是？这个婴儿又大又胖，真是个好新闻呢。他一边给被窝猪拍摄，一边采访猪妈妈：“孩子多大了？您是怎么把他培养成超级婴儿的？”
妈妈的脸更红了，她除了说她的宝宝吃得多睡得多，别的什么也不敢说。她悄悄地打量周围，幸好没有认识的人。
汽车经过学校那一站时，妈妈也没敢下车。他们兜了一圈又回到了家里。被窝猪呢，他一直在睡，根本不知道发生了什么事。
一进家门，妈妈就再也忍不住了，把被窝猪放到床上，然后把他拉出来：“睡，睡，睡，就知道睡。太丢人了。”被窝猪揉揉眼睛：“怎么了呀？”
晚上，被窝猪在电视里看到了自己的形象。他看到自己被称为超级婴儿时，脸上直发烧。
被窝猪决定改掉睡懒觉的坏习惯，当然也得改掉这个名字。现在，被窝猪担心的不是明天能不能早起，而是明天怎么面对那些知道他是超级婴儿的同学。
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今天我读了丑小鸭的故事，它的作者是安徒生，这个故事讲的是鸭妈妈孵化的一只巨蛋的故事。
故事里出现了一只老鸭子给鸭妈妈说这像一只火鸡蛋。鸭妈妈半信半疑，为了验证然后带孩子们去游泳，结果丑小鸭游得很好。鸭妈妈就觉得丑小鸭是自己的孩子。于是就带着孩子们一起生活了。
但是在生活中，他的与众不同使得它的兄弟姐妹都嘲笑他，最后竟然连鸭妈妈都说你走的越远越好。一天晚上丑小鸭再也受不了这样的生活了，终于逃走了。丑小鸭在后来的日子里又克服种种困难，经过自己的努力最后在第二年的春天终于变成了美丽又优雅的白天鹅。这个寓言故事告诉了我不能以貌取人嘲笑别人，也不要因为别人的嘲笑而气馁。只要坚持不懈的努力就会实现自己的梦想。
今天，我终于读完了《安徒生童话》这本书，它给我的感触很深。
我最喜欢的一篇童话是《恶毒的王子》。在你们心中，王子肯定是一个好人，可这篇童话里的王子不是你们想象中的那样，他非常恶毒。它主要讲述的是在很久很久以前，有一位很恶毒的王子，他想要征服全世界。他每天烧杀抢掠，用火烧老百姓的房子，他的士兵也是这样。因此他很有钱，造了很大一栋别墅，许多外国人看了，觉得王子很了不起。它为了不让别人超过自己，就去攻打别的国家，让别的国家的国王吃自己的剩菜剩饭。
突然，一个祭司说“虽然你很厉害，但是，*要比你强大的多。”王子说“好吧，我要征服*！”于是他下令让所有的士兵去建造一艘能在天上飞的船，一年后，飞船造好了，王子带领所有的士兵去攻打*。可是他们被一只老鹰打败了。王子不服，他又用了八年时间造了一群飞船·去攻打*。当飞船群飞到一半时，来了一大群蚊子，它们用嘴啄着王子，王子用最好的衣服抵挡着蚊子的攻击，可是有一只蚊子钻进了王子的耳朵里乱啄，王子被折磨*。
读了这篇童话我明白了一个有野心的人，做坏事，一定会遭到*！
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