Once upon a time, there was a woman who wanted a small and lovely child very much. She went to consult the witch. The witch said it was easy, so she gave her a wheat and let her plant it in a flowerpot. When this flower was in full bloom, Thumbelina was born and she lived very happily.
But one day, an ugly toad took her away and made her the wife of the little toad. The fish in the water felt sorry for Thumbelina and bit off the root of a lotus leaf. Thumbelina drifted along the lotus leaf to another country.
A scarab took a fancy to her. It caught Thumbelina, flew to the forest, gave her nectar, and said she was beautiful. But only it thinks so, and other scarabs say Thumbelina is ugly. When all scarabs said she was ugly, the scarab had to believe this. It didn't want her! She can go anywhere at will now. Scarab flew down from the tree with Thumbelina and put her on a daisy.
Thumbelina came under a leaf to escape the wind and rain. In the morning, with dew as drink and nectar as food, life is passable. Summer and autumn have passed, and the cold and long winter has come. Thumbelina came to a wheat field and a vole's home. The kind vole took her in. A few days later, the field mouse said, "the richest gentleman here, the mole, is coming." If you marry her, you will enjoy endless prosperity. "
The next day, the mole came in the fluffy coat of the black swan. Because he was blind and couldn't see Thumbelina's face clearly, the vole asked Thumbelina to sing a song, and the mole soon fell in love with her. However, the mole didn't show it because he was very cautious. A few days later, the mole formally proposed.
Autumn came, and the mole asked Thumbelina to sew the wedding dress. In fact, Thumbelina doesn't like moles, because she doesn't like sunshine and flowers, and she hates them.
Thumbelina once saved a swallow in the tunnel. Now, the swallow will fly to another country. She asked Thumbelina, "Would you like to go to another country with me?" Thumbelina readily agreed. Swallows fly to that country with Thumbelina on their backs. They put Thumbelina on the brightest flower with a handsome man as big as them. He is the prince of all flowers. After they got married, Thumbelina became the queen here.
Selected text version of Andersen's fairy tales
You know the child, but do you know the gardener's wife? She is very knowledgeable. She can recite many poems and write poems with a pen. Only the rhyme-which she called "Shun Zi"-made her feel a little troublesome. She has a gift for writing and speaking. She can be a priest, or at least a priest's wife.
"The earth in Sunday clothes is really beautiful!" She said. So she wrote this meaning into words and "fluent words", and finally compiled a beautiful long poem.
Mr Giuseppe Lupu is a student in a special school-his name has nothing to do with this story-and is her nephew; He came to visit the gardener today. He heard this lady's poem and said it was very beneficial to him, very beneficial.
"Aunt, you are so talented!" He said.
"Nonsense!" The gardener said. "Please don't let her have this idea. A woman should be a down-to-earth person, an honest person, and take good care of the rice cooker so as not to burn the porridge. "
"I can use a piece of charcoal to remove the burnt smell from the porridge!" The wife said.
"At least your burnt smell, I just need a kiss to get rid of it. Others think that you only think about cabbage and potatoes, but you still like flowers! " So she kissed him. "The flowers are brilliant!" She said.
"Please look at the rice cooker!" He said. Then he went into the garden, because the garden was his rice cooker and he had to take care of it.
The student and his wife sat down to discuss the problem. He commented on the lovely sentence "The earth is beautiful" because it is his habit.
"The earth is beautiful; People say: conquer it! So we became its rulers. Some people rule with spirit, while others rule with body. Some people come into this world like exclamation marks, while others come into this world like dashes, which makes me wonder: What is he doing here? This man became a bishop and that man became a poor student, but everything was arranged wisely. The earth is beautiful, always wearing holiday clothes! Aunt, this incident itself is a thought-provoking poem full of feelings and geographical knowledge. "
"Mr Giuseppe, you are so talented!" The wife said, "That's brilliant! I don't lie at all. A person can fully understand himself immediately after talking to you. "
They continued to talk like this and felt that they hit it off with each other. But there is another person talking in the kitchen. This man is the child in gray and red hat. You know him! The child is sitting in the kitchen. He is an observer of rice cookers. He was talking to himself, but no one paid attention to him, except a big black cat, which his wife called a "cheese thief".
The child was very angry with her because he knew that she didn't trust him. Of course, she hasn't seen him, but since she is so learned, she should know about his existence and show a little concern for him. It never occurred to her that she should give him a spoonful of porridge on Christmas Eve. His ancestors always got this kind of porridge, which was always given to uneducated wives. There was butter and cheese in the porridge. Hearing this, the cat drooled on its beard.
"She said that my existence is just a concept!" The child said, "this is an idea beyond all my concepts." She simply disowns me! I've heard her say such things before, and I heard her say such things just now. She sat with that student, the king of Xiao Ge, talking nonsense. I said to the old man,' Be careful with the porridge pot!' She doesn't care. Now I'm gonna burn it! "
So the child blew a fire. The fire burst into flames at once. "Dragon-dragon-dragon!" This is the sound of porridge boiling.
"Now I'm going to punch some holes in the old man's socks!" The child said. "I'm going to make holes in his heels and toes so that she can have something to mend when she's not writing poetry. Mrs. Shi, please mend the old man's socks! "
Then the cat sneezed. It has a cold, although it always wears fur.
Selected Texts of Three Andersen Fairy Tales
Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess, but she must be a real princess.
So he traveled all over the world, trying to find such a princess, but no matter where he went, he would always encounter some obstacles.
There are plenty of princesses, but he is not sure whether they are real princesses! They always seemed to have problems, and at last he had to go home, unhappy because the prince was so eager to get a real princess!
One night, there was a terrible storm suddenly, and the sky thundered! At this time, I heard someone knocking at the door outside, so the servant went to open the door.
Standing outside the city is a princess! However, my god ~ how ugly she looks after the wind and rain! Water ran down her hair and clothes, into the tip of her shoes and out of her heels.
She said she was a real princess! Hearing this, the old queen said nothing and thought, "Yes, whether you are a real princess or not, we can verify it right away."
So the old queen went into the bedroom, removed all the bedding, put a pea on the bed, and took out twenty mattresses to press on the pea. Then, she put twenty down quilts on these cushions!
The princess sleeps on these things at night. When I got up in the morning, everyone asked her how she slept last night.
"Oh, I slept very uncomfortable!" The princess said, "I almost didn't sleep a wink all night!" " I want to know what's in my bed. I slept on hard things, which made me blue all over. It's really hard! "
Now everyone can see that she is a real princess! Because there is a pea under the mattress on the 20th floor and a duvet on the 20th floor, she can still feel it. Only a real princess can have such tender skin!
After learning the news, the prince was very happy. He married the princess. From then on, the prince, princess and pea lived happily together!
This pea was sent to the museum. If no one took it away, people can still see it there now!
Selected Texts of Four Andersen Fairy Tales
Today is the last day of the year-New Year's Eve. It's snowing and freezing.
A little girl selling matches is walking in the street. Her clothes are old and worn, and she is wearing a pair of big slippers from her mother. There were many boxes of matches in her pocket, and she kept shouting, "Sell matches, sell matches!" " "People are buying holiday food and gifts. Who cares about her?
At noon, she didn't sell any matches and no one gave her a penny.
She walked and stopped at the window of a building, and the indoor scene attracted her. Oh, the Christmas tree in the house is really beautiful. The candy wrappers in those two children's hands are really nice.
Looking at the happy scene of others, the little girl remembered her sick mother and her dead grandmother and cried sadly. What's the use of crying? The little girl dried her tears and walked on.
"Sell matches, sell matches! Uncle and aunt, buy some matches! "
However, people bought holiday gifts and hurried home, and no one heard her selling. Snowflakes fell on her long blond hair and looked so beautiful, but no one noticed her.
The little girl was walking when a carriage came. She ran away in fear, and so did her big slippers. After the carriage passed, she hurried to look for shoes. Those are mom's slippers. Mom is still lying in bed. However, one can't be found, and the other was kicked away by a boy as a football. The little girl had to walk barefoot, and her feet were red and swollen with cold.
It's getting dark, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street, and finally only the little girl is left.
Lights were on in the houses on the street, and laughter came from the windows. The smell of roast goose wafted from the food store, and the little girl's stomach growled with hunger. The little girl wanted to go home, but she didn't sell any matches. How can she buy medicine for her mother?
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the streets look like thick white carpets.
The little girl hasn't eaten or drunk all day, so she can't walk any further. She sat down in a corner. She rubbed her red and swollen feet with her little hands, and after a while, her little hands were frozen stiff. It is really cold. If you light a small match, you can warm up.
She finally took out a match and rubbed it on the wall. Poof! A small flame came out. The little girl put her hand on the flame. How beautiful and warm the little flame is! She seemed to feel that she was sitting by the fire, and the little girl just wanted to stretch out her feet to warm herself. The flame went out, the stove disappeared, leaving only burnt matches.
She wiped another one, poof! Flames came out and gave off bright light. The wall was illuminated and became transparent, as if she had seen something in the room. The table is covered with a white tablecloth, which is filled with all kinds of delicious things. A roast goose suddenly jumped out of the plate and staggered towards her with a knife and fork in her back. Several loaves of bread also jumped down from the table, and one by one lined up like soldiers coming towards her. Just then, the match went out again, leaving only a dark and cold wall in front of her.
The little girl couldn't bear to light a match, but she was shivering with cold. She wiped another one, poof! Bright flames bloom. Wow! What a beautiful Christmas tree! This is the most beautiful Christmas tree she has ever seen. There are many colorful Christmas cards hanging on the Christmas tree, with all kinds of beautiful pictures painted on them. Thousands of candles were lit on the tree, flashing as if the stars were winking at her. The little girl held out her hand. Alas, the match went out again, and it was dark all around.
The little girl lit another match. She saw a candle rising and becoming a bright star. A star fell and drew a long flame in the sky. All the stars also fell, hanging from the sky to the ground like a rainbow.
The little girl lit another match, and the fire was everywhere, and grandma appeared in the fire. Grandma smiled at her, so gentle and kind.
"Grandma-"The little girl burst into tears with excitement and threw herself into her arms.
"Grandma, please take me away. I know you will disappear as soon as the match goes out! " The little girl polished the matches one by one in her hand because she really wanted to keep her grandmother. These matches give off strong light, which is brighter than during the day. Grandma has never been so beautiful and so tall. Grandma picked up the little girl and held her in her arms.
They both fly in light and happiness. They fly higher and higher, flying to heaven, without cold and hunger, with God.
The match went out and it was dark all around. The little girl closed her eyes happily.
On the morning of New Year, the snow stopped, the wind subsided, the sun rose and the earth was dyed golden. When the adults came to the street, everyone congratulated them on the Happy New Year. The children put on new clothes and had a snowball fight happily.
At this time, people saw a little girl freeze to death in the corner, with a bright face and a smile on her mouth. Around her, there are matches all over the ground, and there is a match in her little hand.
Text version of Andersen's fairy tales
Once upon a time, there was a powerful queen. Her garden is planted with the most beautiful flowers from all over the world every season. But she likes roses very much, so she has all kinds of roses: from wild roses whose green leaves can smell like apples to the loveliest roses in Provence. They climbed up the walls of the palace, climbed up the columns and window frames, and reached into the corridor until they reached the ceilings of all the halls. These roses have different scents, shapes and colors.
But these halls are full of worries and sadness. The queen couldn't get up from her bed, and the physician declared her life hopeless.
"Only one thing can save her," said one of the cleverest doctors. "Give her the most beautiful rose in the world-the rose representing the purest love. This flower should be given to her before she closes her eyes. Then she won't die. "
Young people and old people from all over the world sent many roses-the most beautiful roses in all gardens. However, this is not the kind of rose that can cure diseases. It should be a flower picked in the garden of love; But which rose really expresses the best and purest love?
The poet sings the most beautiful rose in the world; Every poet has his own flowers. The news spread all over the country, to every loving heart and to people of every age and occupation.
"No one can identify this flower yet," said the wise man. "No one can tell where this flower is in full bloom. This is not the rose on Romeo and Juliet's coffin, nor the rose on warburg's grave, although these roses are always fragrant in poetry and legend. This is not the rose on Winkley's blood-stained spear, but the blood from the heart of the hero who died for his motherland, although no death is so lovely and no flower is as red as his blood. This is not a wonderful work that people have spent countless sleepless nights and precious lives in a quiet room-a wonderful work of science. "
"I know where this flower blooms," said a happy mother. She took her delicate child to the queen's bedside. "I know where I can find the most beautiful rose in the world!" That rose, representing Shang and the purest love, comes from the bright face of my lovely child. Then he slept enough, opened his eyes and gave me a loving smile! "
"This rose is beautiful enough, but there is another one more beautiful than this one." The wise man said.
"Yes, it's much more beautiful than this," said another woman. "I have seen a kind of flower, there is no more noble and sacred flower, but it is like the petals of a Geng Shen rose, pale and bloodless. I can see it in the queen's face. She took off her crown, and in the long and sad night, she cried with her sick child in her arms, kissed him and prayed for God's blessing-just like a mother praying in a painful moment. "
"The white rose in sorrow is sacred and has magical power; But it is not the rose we are looking for. "
"No, I just saw the most beautiful rose in the world on the altar of God," said the pious old bishop. "I saw it shining like an angel's face. The young girls went to the holy table and repeated the promises they made when they were baptized, so the roses bloomed-pale white roses appeared on their fresh faces. A young woman is standing there. Her soul is full of pure love, and she looks up to God-this is the expression of the love of the purest monks. "
"May God bless her!" The wise man said. "But none of you told me about the most beautiful rose in the world."
At this moment, a child-the youngest son of the Queen-came into the room. His eyes and face are full of tears. He is holding an open thick book. This book is bound in velvet with big silver buttons on it.
"Mom!" The little guy said, "Oh, please listen to me!" " "
So the child sat down by the bed and read something about him in the book-he sacrificed his life on the cross and saved mankind, including those who were not yet born.
"No love can be greater than this!"
The queen's face was rosy, and her eyes became big and bright, because she saw the most beautiful rose in the world on this page-the rose in the blood of Christ on the cross.
"I saw it!" She said: "People who see this rose-the most beautiful rose on earth-will never die!" "