安徒生童话故事第：红鞋The Red Shoes
从前有一个小女孩——一个非常可爱的、漂亮的小女孩。不过她夏天得打着一双赤脚走路，因为她很贫穷。冬天她拖着一双沉重的木鞋，脚背都给磨红了，这是很不好受的。
在村子的正*住着一个年老的女鞋匠。她用旧红布匹，坐下来尽她最大的努力缝出了一双小鞋。这双鞋的样子相当笨，但是她的用意很好，因为这双鞋是为这个小女孩缝的。这个小姑娘名叫珈伦。
在她的妈妈入葬的那天，她得到了这双红鞋。这是她第一次穿。的确，这不是服丧时穿的东西;但是她却没有别的鞋子穿。所以她就把一双小赤脚**去，跟在一个简陋的棺材后面走。
这时候忽然有一辆很大的旧车子开过来了。车子里坐着一位年老的太太。她看到了这位小姑娘，非常可怜她，于是就对牧师①说：
“把这小姑娘交给我吧，我会待她很好的!”
珈伦以为这是因为她那双红鞋的缘故。不过老太太说红鞋很讨厌，所以把这双鞋烧掉了。不过现在珈伦却穿起干净整齐的衣服来。她学着读书和做针线，别人都说她很可爱。不过她的镜子说：“你不但可爱;你简直是美丽。”
有一次皇后旅行全国;她带着她的小女儿一道，而这就是一个公主。老百姓都拥到宫殿门口来看，珈伦也在他们中间。那位小公主穿着美丽的白衣服，站在窗子里面，让大家来看她。她既没有拖着后裾，也没有戴上金王冠，但是她穿着一双华丽的红鞣皮鞋。比起那个女鞋匠为小珈伦做的那双鞋来，这双鞋当然是漂亮得多。世界上没有什么东西能跟红鞋比较!
现在珈伦已经很大，可以受坚信礼了。她将会有新衣服穿;她也会穿到新鞋子。城里一个富有的鞋匠把她的小脚量了一下——这件事是在他自己店里、在他自己的一个小房间里做的。那儿有许多大玻璃架子，里面陈列着许多整齐的鞋子和擦得发亮的*。这全都很漂亮，不过那位老太太的眼睛看不清楚，所以不感到兴趣。在这许多鞋子之中有一双红鞋;它跟公主所穿的那双一模一样。它们是多么美丽啊!鞋匠说这双鞋是为一位伯爵的小姐做的，但是它们不太合她的脚。
“那一定是漆皮做的，”老太太说，“因此才这样发亮!”
“是的，发亮!"珈伦说。
鞋子很合她的脚，所以她就买下来了。不过老太太不知道那是红色的，因为她决不会让珈伦穿着一双红鞋去受坚信礼。但是珈伦却去了。
所有的人都在望着她的那双脚。当她在教堂里走向那个圣诗歌唱班门口的时候，她就觉得好像那些墓石上的雕像，那些戴着硬领和穿着黑长袍的牧师，以及他们的太太的画像都在盯着她的一双红鞋。牧师把手搁在她的头上，讲着神圣的洗礼、她与*的誓约以及当一个*徒的责任，正在这时候，她心中只想着她的这双鞋。风琴奏出庄严的音乐来，孩子们的悦耳的声音唱着圣诗，那个年老的圣诗队长也在唱，但是珈伦只想着她的红鞋。
那天下午老太太听大家说那双鞋是红的。于是她就说，这未免太胡闹了，太不成体统了。她还说，从此以后，珈伦再到教堂去，必须穿着黑鞋子，即使是旧的也没有关系。
下一个星期日要举行圣餐。珈伦看了看那双黑鞋，又看了看那双红鞋——再一次又看了看红鞋，最后决定还是穿上那双红鞋。
太阳照耀得非常美丽。珈伦和老太太在田野的小径上走。路上有些灰尘。
教堂门口有一个残废的老兵，拄着一根拐杖站着。他留着一把很奇怪的长胡子。这胡子与其说是白的，还不如说是红的——因为它本来就是红的。他把腰几乎弯到地上去了;他回老太太说，他可不可以擦擦她鞋子上的灰尘。珈伦也把她的小脚伸出来。
“这是多么漂亮的舞鞋啊!”老兵说，“你在跳舞的时候穿它最合适!”于是他就用手在鞋底上敲了几下。老太太送了几个银毫给这兵士，然后便带着珈伦走进教堂里去了。
教堂里所有的人都望着珈伦的这双红鞋，所有的画像也都在望着它们。当珈伦跪在圣餐台面前、嘴里衔着金圣餐杯的时候，她只想着她的红鞋——它们似乎是浮在她面前的圣餐杯里。她忘记了唱圣诗;她忘记了念祷告。
现在大家都走出了教堂。老太太走进她的车子里去，珈伦也抬起脚踏进车子里去。这时站在旁边的那个老兵说：“多么美丽的舞鞋啊!”
珈伦经不起这番赞美：她要跳几个步子。她一开始，一双腿就不停地跳起来。这双鞋好像控制住了她的腿似的。她绕着教堂的一角跳——她没有办法停下来。车夫不得不跟在她后面跑，把她抓住，抱进车子里去。不过她的一双脚仍在跳，结果她猛烈地踢到那位好心肠的太太身上去了。最后他们**她的鞋子;这样，她的腿才算安静下来。
这双鞋子被放在家里的一个橱柜里，但是珈伦忍不住要去看看。
现在老太太病得躺下来了;大家都说她大概是不会好了。她得有人看护和照料，但这种工作不应该是别人而应该是由珈伦做的。不过这时城里有一个盛大的舞会，珈伦也被请去了。她望了望这位好不了的老太太，又瞧了瞧那双红鞋——她觉得瞧瞧也没有什么害处。她穿上了这双鞋——穿穿也没有什么害处。不过这么一来，她就去参加舞会了，而且开始跳起舞来。
但是当她要向右转的时候，鞋子却向左边跳。当她想要向上走的时候，鞋子却要向下跳，要走下楼梯，一直走到街上，走出城门。她舞着，而且不得不舞，一直舞到黑森林里去。
树林中有一道光。她想这一定是月亮了，因为她看到一个面孔。不过这是那个有红胡子的老兵。他在坐着，点着头，同时说：
“多么美丽的舞鞋啊!”
这时她就害怕起来，想把这双红鞋扔掉。但是它们扣得很紧。于是她扯着她的袜子，但是鞋已经生到她脚上去了。她跳起舞来，而且不得不跳到田野和草原上去，在雨里跳，在太阳里也跳，在夜里跳，在白天也跳。最可怕的是在夜里跳。她跳到一个教堂的墓地里去，不过那儿的死者并不跳舞：他们有比跳舞还要好的事情要做。她想在一个长满了苦艾菊的穷人的坟上坐下来，不过她静不下来，也没有办法休息。当她跳到教堂敞着的大门口的时候，她看到一位穿白长袍的安琪儿。她的翅膀从肩上一直拖到脚下，她的面孔是庄严而沉着，手中拿着一把明晃晃的剑。
“你得跳舞呀!”她说，“穿着你的红鞋跳舞，一直跳到你发白和发冷，一直跳到你的身体干缩成为一架骸骨。你要从这家门口跳到那家门口。你要到一些骄傲自大的孩子们住着的地方去敲门，好叫他们听到你，怕你!你要跳舞，不停地跳舞!”
“请饶了我吧!”珈伦叫起来。
不过她没有听到安琪儿的回答，因为这双鞋把她带出门，到田野上去了，带到大路上和小路上去了。她得不停地跳舞。有一天早晨她跳过一个很熟识的门口。里面有唱圣诗的声音，人们抬出一口棺材，上面装饰着花朵。这时她才知道那个老太太已经*。于是她觉得她已经被大家遗弃，被*的安琪儿责罚。
她跳着舞，她不得不跳着舞——在漆黑的夜里跳着舞。这双鞋带着她走过荆棘的野蔷薇;这些东西把她刺得流血。她在荒地上跳，一直跳到一个孤零零的小屋子面前去。她知道这儿住着一个刽子手。她用手指在玻璃窗上敲了一下，同时说：
“请出来吧!请出来吧!我进来不了呀，因为我在跳舞!”刽子手说：
“你也许不知道我是谁吧?我就是砍掉坏人脑袋的人呀。我已经感觉到我的斧子在颤动!”
“请不要砍掉我的头吧，”珈伦说，“因为如果你这样做，那么我就不能忏悔我的罪过了。但是请你把我这双穿着红鞋的脚砍掉吧!”
于是她就说出了她的罪过。刽子手把她那双穿着红鞋的脚砍掉。不过这双鞋带着她的小脚跳到田野上，一直跳到深黑的森林里去了。
他为她配了一双木脚和一根拐杖，同时教给她一首死囚们常常唱的圣诗。她吻了一下那只握着斧子的手，然后就向荒地上走去。
“我为这双红鞋已经吃了不少的苦头，”她说，“现在我要到教堂里去，好让人们看看我。”
于是她就很快地向教堂的大门走去，但是当她走到那儿的时候，那双红鞋就在她面前跳着舞，弄得她害怕起来。所以她就走回来。
她悲哀地过了整整一个星期，流了许多伤心的眼泪。不过当星期日到来的时候，她说：
“唉，我受苦和*已经够久了!我想我现在跟教堂里那些昂着头的人没有什么两样!”
于是她就大胆地走出去。但是当她刚刚走到教堂门口的时候，她又看到那双红鞋在她面前跳舞：这时她害怕起来，马上往回走，同时虔诚地忏悔她的罪过。
她走到牧师的家里去，请求在他家当一个佣人。她愿意勤恳地工作，尽她的力量做事。她不计较工资;她只是希望有一个住处，跟好人在一起。牧师的太太怜悯她，把她留下来做活。她是很勤快和用心思的。晚间，当牧师在高声地朗读《*》的时候，她就静静地坐下来听。这家的孩子都喜欢她。不过当他们谈到衣服、排场利像皇后那样的美丽的时候，她就摇摇头。
第二个星期天，一家人全到教堂去做礼拜。他们问她是不是也愿意去。她满眼含着泪珠，凄惨地把她的拐杖望了一下。于是这家人就去听*的训诫了。只有她孤独地回到她的小房间里去。这儿不太宽，只能放一张床和一张椅子。她拿着一本圣诗集坐在这儿，用一颗虔诚的心来读里面的字句。风儿把教堂的风琴声向她吹来。她抬起被眼泪润湿了的脸，说：
“*啊，请帮助我!”
这时太阳在光明地照着。一位穿白衣服的安琪儿——她一天晚上在教堂门口见到过的那位安琪儿——在她面前出现了。不过她手中不再是拿着那把锐利的剑，而是拿着一根开满了玫瑰花的绿枝。她用它触了一下天花板，于是天花板就升得很高。凡是她所触到的地方，就有一颗明亮的金星出现。她把墙触了一下，于是墙就分开。这时她就看到那架奏着音乐的风琴和绘着牧师及牧师太太的一些古老画像。做礼拜的人都坐在很讲究的席位上，唱着圣诗集里的诗。如果说这不是教堂自动来到这个狭小房间里的可怜的女孩面前，那就是她已经到了教堂里面去。她和牧师家里的人一同坐在席位上。当他们念完了圣诗、抬起头来看的时候，他们就点点头，说：“对了，珈伦，你也到这儿来了!”
“我得到了宽恕!”她说。
风琴奏着音乐。孩子们的合唱是非常好听和可爱的。明朗的太阳光温暖地从窗子那儿射到珈伦坐的席位上来。她的心充满了那么多的阳光、和平和快乐，弄得后来爆裂了。她的灵魂飘在太阳的光线上飞进天国。谁也没有再问她的那双红鞋。
①在旧时的欧洲，*没有家，就由当地的牧师照管。
红鞋英文版：
The Red Shoes
ONCE upon a time there was little girl, pretty and dainty. But in summer time she was obliged to go barefooted because she was poor, and in winter she had to wear large wooden shoes, so that her little instep grew quite red.
In the middle of the village lived an old shoemaker’s wife; she sat down and made, as well as she could, a pair of little shoes out of some old pieces of red cloth. They were clumsy, but she meant well, for they were intended for the little girl, whose name was Karen.
Karen received the shoes and wore them for the first time on the day of her mother’s funeral. They were certainly not suitable for mourning; but she had no others, and so she put her bare feet into them and walked behind the humble coffin.
Just then a large old carriage came by, and in it sat an old lady; she looked at the little girl, and taking pity on her, said to the clergyman, “Look here, if you will give me the little girl, I will take care of her.”
Karen believed that this was all on account of the red shoes, but the old lady thought them hideous, and so they were burnt. Karen herself was dressed very neatly and cleanly; she was taught to read and to sew, and people said that she was pretty. But the mirror told her, “You are more than pretty—you are beautiful.”
One day the Queen was travelling through that part of the country, and had her little daughter, who was a princess, with her. All the people, amongst them Karen too, streamed towards the castle, where the little princess, in fine white clothes, stood before the window and allowed herself to be stared at. She wore neither a train nor a golden crown, but beautiful red morocco shoes; they were indeed much finer than those which the shoemaker’s wife had sewn for little Karen. There is really nothing in the world that can be compared to red shoes!
Karen was now old enough to be confirmed; she received some new clothes, and she was also to have some new shoes. The rich shoemaker in the town took the measure of her little foot in his own room, in which there stood great glass cases full of pretty shoes and white slippers. It all looked very lovely, but the old lady could not see very well, and therefore did not get much pleasure out of it. Amongst the shoes stood a pair of red ones, like those which the princess had worn. How beautiful they were! and the shoemaker said that they had been made for a count’s daughter, but that they had not fitted her.
“I suppose they are of shiny leather?” asked the old lady. “They shine so.”
“Yes, they do shine,” said Karen. They fitted her, and were bought. But the old lady knew nothing of their being red, for she would never have allowed Karen to be confirmed in red shoes, as she was now to be.
Everybody looked at her feet, and the whole of the way from the church door to the choir it seemed to her as if even the ancient figures on the monuments, in their stiff collars and long black robes, had their eyes fixed on her red shoes. It was only of these that she thought when the clergyman laid his hand upon her head and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God, and told her that she was now to be a grown-up Christian. The organ pealed forth solemnly, and the sweet children’s voices mingled with that of their old leader; but Karen thought only of her red shoes. In the afternoon the old lady heard from everybody that Karen had worn red shoes. She said that it was a shocking thing to do, that it was very improper, and that Karen was always to go to church in future in black shoes, even if they were old.
On the following Sunday there was Communion. Karen looked first at the black shoes, then at the red ones—looked at the red ones again, and put them on.
The sun was shining gloriously, so Karen and the old lady went along the footpath through the corn, where it was rather dusty.
At the church door stood an old crippled soldier leaning on a crutch; he had a wonderfully long beard, more red than white, and he bowed down to the ground and asked the old lady whether he might wipe her shoes. Then Karen put out her little foot too. “Dear me, what pretty dancing-shoes!” said the soldier. “Sit fast, when you dance,” said he, addressing the shoes, and slapping the soles with his hand.
The old lady gave the soldier some money and then went with Karen into the church.
And all the people inside looked at Karen’s red shoes, and all the figures gazed at them; when Karen knelt before the altar and put the golden goblet to her mouth, she thought only of the red shoes. It seemed to her as though they were swimming about in the goblet, and she forgot to sing the psalm, forgot to say the “Lord’s Prayer.”
Now every one came out of church, and the old lady stepped into her carriage. But just as Karen was lifting up her foot to get in too, the old soldier said: “Dear me, what pretty dancing shoes!” and Karen could not help it, she was obliged to dance a few steps; and when she had once begun, her legs continued to dance. It seemed as if the shoes had got power over them. She danced round the church corner, for she could not stop; the coachman had to run after her and seize her. He lifted her into the carriage, but her feet continued to dance, so that she kicked the good old lady violently. At last they took off her shoes, and her legs were at rest.
At home the shoes were put into the cupboard, but Karen could not help looking at them.
Now the old lady fell ill, and it was said that she would not rise from her bed again. She had to be nursed and waited upon, and this was no one’s duty more than Karen’s. But there was a grand ball in the town, and Karen was invited. She looked at the red shoes, saying to herself that there was no sin in doing that; she put the red shoes on, thinking there was no harm in that either; and then she went to the ball; and commenced to dance.
But when she wanted to go to the right, the shoes danced to the left, and when she wanted to dance up the room, the shoes danced down the room, down the stairs through the street, and out through the gates of the town. She danced, and was obliged to dance, far out into the dark wood. Suddenly something shone up among the trees, and she believed it was the moon, for it was a face. But it was the old soldier with the red beard; he sat there nodding his head and said: “Dear me, what pretty dancing shoes!”
She was frightened, and wanted to throw the red shoes away; but they stuck fast. She tore off her stockings, but the shoes had grown fast to her feet. She danced and was obliged to go on dancing over field and meadow, in rain and sunshine, by night and by day—but by night it was most horrible.
She danced out into the open churchyard; but the dead there did not dance. They had something better to do than that. She wanted to sit down on the pauper’s grave where the bitter fern grows; but for her there was neither peace nor rest. And as she danced past the open church door she saw an angel there in long white robes, with wings reaching from his shoulders down to the earth; his face was stern and grave, and in his hand he held a broad shining sword.
“Dance you shall,” said he, “dance in your red shoes till you are pale and cold, till your skin shrivels up and you are a skeleton! Dance you shall, from door to door, and where proud and wicked children live you shall knock, so that they may hear you and fear you! Dance you shall, dance—!”
“Mercy!” cried Karen. But she did not hear what the angel answered, for the shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, along highways and byways, and unceasingly she had to dance.
One morning she danced past a door that she knew well; they were singing a psalm inside, and a coffin was being carried out covered with flowers. Then she knew that she was forsaken by every one and damned by the angel of God.
She danced, and was obliged to go on dancing through the dark night. The shoes bore her away over thorns and stumps till she was all torn and bleeding; she danced away over the heath to a lonely little house. Here, she knew, lived the executioner; and she tapped with her finger at the window and said:
“Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must dance.”
And the executioner said: “I don’t suppose you know who I am. I strike off the heads of the wicked, and I notice that my axe is tingling to do so.”
“Don’t cut off my head!” said Karen, “for then I could not repent of my sin. But cut off my feet with the red shoes.”
And then she confessed all her sin, and the executioner struck off her feet with the red shoes; but the shoes danced away with the little feet across the field into the deep forest.
And he carved her a pair of wooden feet and some crutches, and taught her a psalm which is always sung by sinners; she kissed the hand that guided the axe, and went away over the heath.
“Now, I have suffered enough for the red shoes,” she said; “I will go to church, so that people can see me.” And she went quickly up to the church-door; but when she came there, the red shoes were dancing before her, and she was frightened, and turned back.
During the whole week she was sad and wept many bitter tears, but when Sunday came again she said: “Now I have suffered and striven enough. I believe I am quite as good as many of those who sit in church and give themselves airs.” And so she went boldly on; but she had not got farther than the churchyard gate when she saw the red shoes dancing along before her. Then she became terrified, and turned back and repented right heartily of her sin.
She went to the parsonage, and begged that she might be taken into service there. She would be industrious, she said, and do everything that she could; she did not mind about the wages as long as she had a roof over her, and was with good people. The pastor’s wife had pity on her, and took her into service. And she was industrious and thoughtful. She sat quiet and listened when the pastor read aloud from the Bible in the evening. All the children liked her very much, but when they spoke about dress and grandeur and beauty she would shake her head.
On the following Sunday they all went to church, and she was asked whether she wished to go too; but, with tears in her eyes, she looked sadly at her crutches. And then the others went to hear God’s Word, but she went alone into her little room; this was only large enough to hold the bed and a chair. Here she sat down with her hymn-book, and as she was reading it with a pious mind, the wind carried the notes of the organ over to her from the church, and in tears she lifted up her face and said: “O God! help me!”
Then the sun shone so brightly, and right before her stood an angel of God in white robes; it was the same one whom she had seen that night at the church-door. He no longer carried the sharp sword, but a beautiful green branch, full of roses; with this he touched the ceiling, which rose up very high, and where he had touched it there shone a golden star. He touched the walls, which opened wide apart, and she saw the organ which was pealing forth; she saw the pictures of the old pastors and their wives, and the congregation sitting in the polished chairs and singing from their hymn-books. The church itself had come to the poor girl in her narrow room, or the room had gone to the church. She sat in the pew with the rest of the pastor’s household, and when they had finished the hymn and looked up, they nodded and said, “It was right of you to come, Karen.”
“It was mercy,” said she.
The organ played and the children’s voices in the choir sounded soft and lovely. The bright warm sunshine streamed through the window into the pew where Karen sat, and her heart became so filled with it, so filled with peace and joy, that it broke. Her soul flew on the sunbeams to Heaven, and no one was there who asked after the Red Shoes.
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1、安徒生童话故事第：开门的钥匙The Gate Key
每一把钥匙都有自己的故事，而钥匙的种类却是不少：有家臣①的钥匙，有开钟的钥匙，有圣彼得大教堂②的钥匙。我们可以谈到种种钥匙，不过现在我们只谈谈家臣的那把开门的钥匙。
它是在一个锁匠店里出世的;不过人们在它身上锤和挫得那么厉害，人们可能相信它是一个铁匠的产品。就裤袋说来，它是太大了，因此人们只好把它装在上衣袋里。它在这个袋里经常待在黑暗之中;不过它在墙上也有一个固定的位置;这个位置是在家臣的一张儿时画像的旁边——在这张像里，他的一副样儿倒颇像衬衫皱襞包着的肉丸。
人们说，在某些星宿下出生的人，会在自己的性格和品行中带有这些星宿的某些特点——如历书上所写的金牛宫啦、处女宫啦、天蝎宫啦。家臣的太太没有提起任何这类星宿的名字，而只是说她的丈夫是在“手车星”下面出生的，因为他老是要人向前推几下才能动。
他的父亲把他推到一个办公室里去，他的母亲把他推到结婚的路上去，他的太太把他推到家臣的职位上去——不过最后这件事她不讲出来，因为她是一个非常有分寸的女人：她在适当的场合下沉默，在适当的场合下讲话和向前推进。
现在他的年事渐长了，正如他自己所说的“肥瘦适中”;他是一个有教养、有幽默感的人，对于钥匙，具有丰富的知识——关于钥匙的问题，我们待一会儿就会知道。他老是心情愉快;大家都喜欢他，愿意和他谈话。他上城里去的时候，要不是他的妈妈在后面推着，是很难把他弄回家里来的。他必然会跟他碰到的每一个熟人谈一通，而他的熟人却是多如过江之鲫。这弄得他总是把吃饭的时间耽误了。
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乡下的夏天真是美丽，小麦金灿灿，燕麦绿油油，太阳照着牛蒡的大叶子，大叶子底下有一只母鸭在窝里孵她的蛋。终于，一只接一只的小鸭钻出了蛋壳，他们转动着毛绒绒的小脑袋，好奇地东张西望，一齐惊叹着：“哇，这个世界真大呀！”
鸭妈妈站起来，数她的孩子，这才发现她的脚下还有一个蛋呢。这个的蛋一点动静也没有，鸭妈妈真有些不耐烦了。可是，她很想看看这个姗姗来迟的小家伙是个什么样儿，于是又重新坐了下来。最后，这只蛋“劈啪”一声裂开了，从里面爬出来一个又大又丑的小家伙。第二夭，鸭妈妈带着她的所有孩子去参观养鸡场，那儿，有两个鸡的家族正在为一个鳝鱼头争得不可开交，而结果呢，鱼头却被刁滑的猫抢走了。鸭妈妈对她的孩子说：“看见了吧，世界就是这个样子！”
这时，走来一群别家的鸭子，他们故意扯开嗓喊：…快看呀，那只小鸭长得有多丑！”接着，他们当中的一只跑过去，在小鸭的颈子上很啄一口，并且理直气壮的说：“他长得太特别了，所以必须*！”到后来，小鸭的兄弟也讨厌起他来。他们总是说：你这个丑八怪，给给猫叼去才好哩”最后，连鸭妈妈也不愿意要他”，“你离我远点！”这就是她留给可怜的小家伙的最后一句话。
丑小鸭很伤心，他飞过篱芭逃走了，一直跑到一块沼泽地，那里住着一群野鸭。丑小鸭恭恭敬敬地向他行礼，可是野鸭们却说：“天哪，你真是丑得厉害！希望你个要同我们家族中的任何一只母鸭子结婚。“哦，你们若能允许我在芦苇里躺一躺，喝点沼泽的水，这就足够了。”丑小鸭自卑地想。
他在那里躺了两天。第三天，来了一个打猎的人，他们带着猎狗在沼泽里乱窜，一只大得怕人的猎狗一下就窜到丑小鸭的身边，它瞪着凶狠狠的眼睛，吐着长长的舌头，露出尖尖的牙齿，不过，他很快就跑开了。丑小鸭深深地叹了口气，说：“唉，我丑得连猎狗也不咬了！天快要黑的时候，沼泽地总算安静下来。丑小鸭躺在那儿一动也不敢动。过了很久，他才站起身向四周张望，然后就拼命地跑起来。现在，他来到了一间破旧的农舍前。他从门缝钻进上，看见一个老太婆正同她的猫和母鸡坐在一起。
猫是这家的绅士，母鸡是这家的太太。他们的口气很大，开口闭口就是“我们和这个世界”。当丑小鸭想发表一点不同看法时，母鸡总是问：“你会生蛋吗？”丑小鸭当然不会，母鸡就不客气地叫他“少说废话”。猫也不示弱，拱起背问：“你能发出咪咪的叫声吗？”丑小鸭当然也不能，于是猫就无礼地要求他“闭上嘴巴”。
丑小鸭的心里很难受，他突然产生了一种渴望，想到水里去游泳，去享受一下外面的阳光和新鲜空气。“那该多痛快呀！”他忍不住对母鸡说。
母鸡咋咋叫起来：“你大概是发疯了吧？你去问问猫，或者去问问老太婆，你以为他们会赞成你这种怪念头吗“你们都不了解我。”丑小鸭说，“我想，我还是出去的好”
于是，丑小鸭就离开了农舍，来到一条小河边，跳进去游了起来。
一天傍晚，一群天鹅从灌木丛飞出来，他们拍着雪白的翅膀，伸着长长的脖子，欢叫着从丑小鸭的头顶上掠过去。丑小鸭从来没有见过这么美丽的鸟儿，他想到自己的丑陋，简直无地自容。
冬天来了，天气变得很冷很冷，河水也变得越来越刺骨。丑小鸭只好一刻不停地游来游去，免得水面结起冰来。但最后，他还是昏倒了，同冰块结在一起。
当他醒来的时候，已经躺在一个农人家里了。几个孩子正围着他，想跟他玩，吓得他一下子跳进了装牛奶的盘子，然后飞到黄油盆上，接着又跌进面粉桶里。最后，他冲出大门，一头栽进沼泽的芦苇中，直到百灵鸟唱起春天的歌。
春天的阳光真好，暖融融地照在丑小鸭的身上，使他感到从未有过的舒畅。他扇了扇翅膀，突然就飞上了天空，一直飞进一个大花园里。
三只美丽的天鹅——他曾经那么羡慕过的鸟儿正向他游来，于是他也向他们游去。他在这些高贵的鸟儿面前卑谦地低下头去，却惊讶地发现水中的自己竟然是一只天鹅！
几个小孩子跑了过来、其中一个兴高采烈地叫道：“快看那只新来的天鹅！”他们拍着手，跳着舞，招呼他们的爸爸妈妈也来看，大家都说：“哇，这新来的一只看！”
新天鹅不好意思地将头藏在翅膀底下，他感到太快活了，他在心里一遍又一遍他说：“当我还是一只丑小鸭的时候，做梦也没有想到过我会有这么多的幸福！”但是他一点儿也不骄傲，因为，一颗好的心是永远也不会骄傲的。
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紧靠着锡兰岛的海岸，在荷尔斯腾斯堡①外面，曾经有过两个树木茂密的岛——汶岛和格棱岛。岛上有建着教堂的小镇，有庄园。两岛都紧靠海岸，相互之间距离很近，不过现在只有其中的一个岛了。
一天晚上，天气坏得非常可怕。海水上涨，在人的记忆中从没涨得这么高过；风暴越来越厉害，那是一种世界末日来临的天气，那声音就像地球在碎裂。教堂的钟剧烈地摇摆着，不用人去撞便自己响起来。
就在那天晚上，汶岛沉到海的深底去了，就好像这个岛从来就没有存在过似的。但在那以后的许多夏季的夜晚，当海上风平浪静，海潮退落，渔船挂着灯去叉鳗鱼的时候，眼睛锐利的渔民便说他可以看到汶岛就在自己的下面，岛上的白色教堂和教堂高高的围墙都依然可见。“汶岛等候着格棱岛②，”传说中这么讲。他看到了这个海岛，他听到了教堂的钟声从下面传来。可是他这点依然搞错了，那显然是那些经常在水面休息的野天鹅的声音。它们凄戚的鸣叫声从远处听，就像是教堂的钟声一样。
有个时候，格棱岛上的老人还能很清楚地记得那个暴风雨的夜晚，还记得他们小时候在潮水退落时能坐车来往于这两岛之间，就像今天人们乘车从离荷尔斯腾斯堡不远的锡兰岛乘车去格棱岛一样，海水只淹过轮 www.niub niubb.net b.net 子一点。“汶岛等候着格棱岛”，人们就是这么说的。这成了传说，像真事一样。许多小男孩和小女孩在暴风雨的夜晚躺在床上想：今晚汶岛带走格棱岛。他们在恐惧中念着*，就这样睡着了，做了美梦。——第二天早晨，格棱岛和岛上的树林、谷田，那些友善的农舍和麻园依然还存在；鸟儿在歌唱。鹿在跳蹦，鼹鼠不管它打多深的洞，也嗅不到海水的气味。
然而格棱岛的日子终归不多了。我们说不清楚还有多少天，但是不多了。在某个晴朗的早晨，这岛终归会不见了的。也许就是在昨天，在那边的海滩上，他们还能看到野天鹅在锡兰岛和格棱岛之间游弋，一只鼓满风帆的船在密林旁边驶过。你自己也曾在这别无他路的地方乘车穿越；马儿在水中跑着，水飞溅在车轮四边。
你离开了那里，也许到大世界里去走了一遭，经过了一些年后又折了回来。你看到了这里的树林围绕着一大片绿地，在这片绿地上，一座秀美的农舍前谷草散发着芬香。你在什么地方？荷尔斯腾斯堡和它那金光闪闪的塔顶依然屹立着，不过不是紧靠着海湾，它已经退到了陆地里。你穿过树林走着，走过了田野，走向海滩。——格棱岛哪里去了？你看不到前面有海岛，你看到的是一片大海。是不是汶岛带走了格棱岛，它等了那么多日子？出事的那场暴风雨发生在哪一个晚上，什么时候山摇地动，把古老的荷尔斯腾斯堡移动了几千几万个鸡步退到了内地了？
没有过什么暴风雨的夜晚，那是发生在光天化日之下。人类用聪明才智在海前修起了堤坝③。人类用聪明才智把海水抽干，使格棱岛牢牢地和锡兰岛联在一起。海湾变成了草场，长着茂盛的草，格棱岛牢牢地靠着锡兰岛了。那老庄园仍在它原来的地方。不是汶岛带走了格陵岛，是长着长“堤臂”的锡兰岛伸出了手。抽水泵的大嘴呼吸着，念着咒语——娶亲的语言，于是锡兰岛得到了大片的田地作为婚嫁礼物。这是真事，是在人民议会④上宣读过的。你看见传说成了事实，格棱岛不见了。
①锡兰岛西南部斯凯尔斯寇东的一个大地主庄园，属荷尔斯腾斯公爵所有。这家人是安徒生的好友，安徒生经常在这里居住创作。
②这篇童话中讲从前这里有两个岛，那是传说。实际上只有一个格棱岛。汶岛是人们想象中的岛。
③安徒生在1867年1月3日的日记中有这样的记载：“中饭时来了一位工程师和他的弟弟，他们明天要和公爵一起去格棱岛。人们在想着修一道堤坝让锡兰岛带走格棱岛。”1881年人们开始修堤坝把格棱岛和锡兰岛联起来。这时安徒生已经去世了。
④修筑这条堤坝的事曾在议会讨论过。
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五彩童话绘青春
——跟安徒生感悟光阴
白雪公主用纯洁赢得甜蜜的生活；灰姑娘用善良舞出水晶般的华丽，丑小鸭用真诚打动了美丽的天使。安徒生的童话告诉我们，只要经历了一番考验，才能伸展出最美丽的羽毛。
蓝色童话——童年
每一个人的童年几乎都是绚丽多彩的，而我的缤纷童年蓝色打的是主色调。
小时候的我天真烂漫，最喜欢的是每天晚上妈妈给我睡前讲得"安徒生童话"故事。每次听过一个美丽的故事，我都会做上一个甜美的梦，梦到自己变成的公主，变成了丑小鸭，变成仙度瑞拉。充满糖果味的童话在我童年的记忆里着上了一幅幅温暖的画卷，让我对未来充满了希望，就像蓝色的天，蓝色的海，让我洒落了许多梦想与希望。蓝色向往着明天与神秘，童年的我渴望成长，渴望明天，所以我的童年涂上了蓝色，并种上了一颗颗希望的种子。
安徒生爷爷的故事让我的童年更加多姿多彩，他的故事教会了我对生活充满希望。
粉色童话——青年
不知不觉，安徒生的童话已经跟随我的希望穿破流年，眨眼间，我长在了一个成熟懂事的少女，怀惴着少女最真诚的思念。
重新回味安徒生的童话故事，我感受到了信念的力量，只有对成功充满着坚定的信念，才能真正地获取到它，而检验信念的就是无休止的困难。小红帽遇到了大灰狼，白雪公主遇到臭美地恶毒后妈；丑小鸭经历了百般嘲弄。但是最终那些转折性的美好结局都揭示了只有拥有善良，真诚的信念，才能被成功所认可，无论现在面临多少困难，坚持才能成功。
粉色不是软弱的颜色，是坚强地拥有少女情怀的颜色，预示着我柔软温柔的青春梦想。
我渐渐成长，可唯一不变地是对童年的热爱，沉醉于童话，我获得了希望；回味于童话，我获得了坚强。未来的我不知会被涂上什么颜色的童话，但我坚信，我会像童话主人公一样充满善良并坚强面对希望人生！
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从前有一位王子，他想找一位公主结婚；但是她必须是一位真正的公主。所以他就走遍了全世界，要想寻到这样的一位公主。可是无论他到什么地方，他总是碰到一些障碍。公主倒有的是，不过他没有办法断定她们究竟是不是真正的公主。她们总是有些地方不大对头。结果，他只好回家来，心中很不快活，因为他是那么渴望着得到一位真正的公主。
有一天晚上，忽然起了一阵可怕的暴风雨。天空在掣电，在打雷，在下着大雨。这真有点使人害怕！这时，有人在敲门，老国王就走过去开门。
站在城门外的是一位美丽的公主。可是，天哪！经过了风吹雨打之后，她的样子是多么难看啊！水沿着她的头发和衣服向下面流，流进鞋尖，又从脚跟流出来。她说她是一个真正的公主。
“是的，这点我们马上就可以考查出来。”老皇后心里想，可是她什么也没说。她走进卧房，把所有的被褥都搬开，在床榻上放了一粒豌豆。于是她取出二十床垫子，把它们压在豌豆上。随后，她又在这些垫子上放了二十床鸭绒被。
这位公主夜里就睡在这些东西上面。
早晨大家问她昨晚睡得怎样。
“啊，不舒服极了！”公主说，“我差不多整夜没有合上眼！天晓得我床上有件什么东西？有一粒很硬的东西硌着我，弄得我全身发青发紫，这真怕人！”
现在大家就看出来了，她是一位真正的公主，因为压在这二十床垫子和二十床鸭绒被下面的一粒豌豆，她居然还能感觉得出来。除了真正的公主以外，任何人都不会有这么嫩的皮肤的。
因此那位王子就选她为妻子了，因为现在他知道他得到了一位真正的公主。这粒豌豆因此也就送进了博物馆。如果没有人把它拿走的话，人们现在还可以在那儿看到它呢。
请注意，这是一个真的故事。
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