The girl heard the devil selling:
"Come and buy fruit from our orchard.
Come and buy, come and buy:
Apples and pears,
Lemons and oranges,
Full, peeled cherries. Wow,
Melon and raspberry,
Peaches with rosy cheeks and hairy cheeks,
A black mulberry,
Wild cranberries,
Keywords hawthorn, raspberry,
Pineapple, blackberry,
Apricots and strawberries; ——
They are all cooked together.
In summer,-
Dawn hurried by,
Beautiful dusk flies;
Come and buy, come and buy:
Our grapes are fresh.
Pomegranate is full and tender.
Jujube and sour plum,
Precious pears and plums,
Plums and cranberries,
Give it a try:
Tea deer and gooseberry,
As bright as fire, Niu Fu,
Figs will fill your mouth,
Citron is produced in the south,
Sweet the tongue and brighten the eyes;
Come and buy, come and buy. "
From dusk to dusk
In the rush grass by the stream,
Laura looked down and listened,
Lizzie covered her blushing face:
Curled up together
In cold weather,
With clenched arms and warning lips,
And those burning and stinging cheeks and fingertips
"Hide," Laura said.
Hold her golden head high:
"We can't see the devil,
We must never buy their fresh fruit;
Who knows what soil they are nourished by?
Their thirsty roots? "
"Come and buy it," said the demons.
Stumbling down the canyon.
"Oh," cried Lizzie, "Laura, Laura,
You shouldn't peek at those demons. "
Liz blindfolded her,
Cover tightly so that they can't see;
Laura raised her shining head,
Whisper like a flowing stream:
"Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,
The villain walked down the canyon.
One dragged the basket,
One with a plate,
One pulls the other.
There are many pound plates.
How well the vines grow.
Otherwise whose grapes are so sweet;
How warm the wind is blowing
Blowing through those fruit trees. "
"No," said Lizzie, "no, no, no;
What they offer is not attractive to us,
Their evil gifts will hurt us. "
She inserted a gentle finger.
Go to every ear, close your eyes and run:
Curious Laura chose to stay.
Someone who is surprised by every trader.
A face with a cat,
One is wagging its tail,
A person walks along the footprint of a mouse,
One crawls like a snail,
A wombat-like, furry, dull,
One rolled like a honey badger in a hurry.
She heard a sound like a dove.
Goo goo rang together:
They sound very kind and full of love.
In this comfortable weather.
Laura stretched her glittering neck.
Like a swan rushing forward,
Like lilies in the rapids,
Like poplar branches in the moonlight,
Like a spaceship in launch.
When its last bondage is lifted.
Towards the moss-covered canyon.
The demons turned around and gathered together,
With their shrill cries,
Come and buy, come and buy.
When they came to Laura's house,
They stood on the moss like stumps,
Look at each other,
Treat suspicious associates as brothers;
Send signals to each other,
Treat cunning partners as brothers.
One put down the basket,
A plate that exposed him;
One began to weave a corolla.
With tendrils, leaves and coarse brown nuts.
People in any market town won't sell it like this.
Golden burden.
Give her plates and fruit;
"Come and buy, come and buy" is still their selling.
Laura's eyes widened, but she didn't waver.
Unlimited desire but no money to buy:
The businessman wagged his tail and invited her to taste it.
Sweet as honey,
The cat's face and throat purred,
The man with a rat step said
The snail seems to have heard the welcome speech;
A happy parrot voice.
Call "lovely elf" or "beautiful Polly1"; ——
One whistles like a bird.
And Laura, who loves sweets, is anxious to say:
"Good people, I don't have a coin;
If you take it, you steal it;
I don't have any money in my wallet,
Not a penny,
All my gold is on that mung bean.
Trembling in the breeze
On the rotten heather. "
"You have a lot of gold on your head."
They answered in chorus:
Buy from us with a strand of blonde hair.
She cut off a lock of precious blonde hair,
She shed fewer tears than pearls,
Then suck their tender and red fruit balls:
Sweeter than honey in hard cheese,
Stronger than the wine at the wedding reception,
Flowing juice is clearer than flowing water;
She's never tasted it before,
How can there be limits to enjoyment?
She sucks, sucks, eats and swallows more.
Fruits from unknown orchards;
Her lips ached when she sucked them;
And leave the empty shell behind.
But he collected a stone,
She can't tell the difference between day and night.
When she came home alone.
Lizzie met her at the gate.
Full of wise reproach:
"My dear, you shouldn't delay so long.
Twilight is not good for virgins;
You shouldn't wander in the canyon
That's where demons haunt.
Don't you remember Jenny?
How she met them in the moonlight,
Bring many gifts they can choose,
Eat their fruits and wear their flowers.
It was taken from the shade.
It's always summer there.
But by noon,
She was weak and haggard;
Looking for them day and night,
But it can't be found anymore. She is thin and old.
Then the first heavy snow came,
There is no grass to grow on this day.
She fell dead there;
I planted daisies there a year ago.
But it never bloomed.
You shouldn't wander around like this. "
"Shh, don't ring the doorbell," Laura said.
"Hush, don't ring, my sister:
I'm full,
My mouth is still longing;
I need it tomorrow night.
"So she kissed her:
"What a pity;
I will bring you some plums tomorrow.
Fresh, just picked from the original branch,
Cherry is also worth tasting;
You can't imagine what figs are like.
My teeth touched them,
Bitter melon
With a golden plate.
It's too big for me to lift,
And that hairy peach,
Transparent grapes have no seeds;
It smells good, just like mead.
Where they grow, they sip pure waves.
With the lily on the shore,
Their juice is like honey. "
The golden head rests on the golden head,
Like two pigeons nestled in the same nest.
Put away their wings,
They lie on the bed, covered by curtains;
Like two flowers on a root,
Like two newly fallen snowflakes,
Like two ivory branches
The golden top looks like a majestic king.
The moon and stars stared at them,
The wind sang lullabies for them,
The clumsy owl restrained herself from flying,
Not a bat fluttered its wings before and after the flight.
Around their rest:
Cheek to cheek, chest to chest.
Hugging each other in the same nest.
early in the morning
When the first rooster crows,
Smart, happy and busy as a bee,
Laura and Lizzie stood up:
Take honey, milk,
Ventilate the house, tidy the room,
Use the whitest wheat flour to make scones,
Scones are for people who pay attention to taste,
Next, I stir the butter and whip the cream.
After feeding their poultry, sit down and mend it;
Speaking like a quiet girl should:
Lizzie has a frank mind,
Laura was immersed in a trance-like dream.
One is full of joy, the other is unhappy;
A person sings like a bird just because the sky is clear and happy.
People look forward to the night.
It's easy to slow down the night;
They came to the reedy stream with pitcher;
Lizzie looks quiet,
Laura is like a jumping flame.
They draw gurgling water from the depths of the stream;
Lizzie picked purple and bright gold irises.
Then he turned to his home and said, "The sunset glow has been drowned.
Those farthest and highest cliffs;
Please, Laura, there are no other girls to stay,
And there are no wayward squirrels swinging,
Animals and birds will fall asleep soon. "
But Laura is still wandering in the rush grass.
Besides, the slope is too steep.
She added that it was still early,
The dew has not fallen, and the wind is not cold;
She has been listening, but she didn't hear.
Ordinary Hawking,
Come and buy, come and buy,
The one who repeats the rhythm
Honey bait words:
No matter what she thinks.
I can't even see one demon at a time.
Run, run, roll and limp;
Not to mention a group of demons.
I used to walk slowly in the canyon,
Groups or individuals,
A dynamic fruit merchant.
Until Lizzie urged, "Oh, Laura, come on;
I heard shouts, but I didn't dare to look:
You shouldn't stay by this stream for too long;
Come home with me.
The stars rise, the moon bends her bow,
Every firefly shines with her spark,
Let's go home before dark;
Because dark clouds may gather.
Even though it's summer,
It will also put out the lights and get us wet;
What if we get lost? "
Laura turned around, cold as a stone.
Found that her sister could hear the shouting alone,
The devil is selling,
"Come and buy our fruit, come and buy it."
Can't she buy such delicious fruit any more?
She will never find such a rich pasture again,
Become deaf or blind?
The tree of her life withered from its roots;
The sharp pain in her heart prevented her from saying a word;
Just staring at the darkness, but I can't see clearly at all.
When she came home tired, the water in her jar leaked all the way;
Climb into bed, lie down,
Silence until Lizzie falls asleep;
Then she sat up eagerly,
And gnash your teeth for your frustrated desire and cry and lament.
It seems that her heart is about to break.
Day after day, night after night,
Laura watched in vain.
In the gloomy silence of extreme pain.
She never heard the cry of the devil:
"Come and buy, come and buy"; ——
She never found the devil again.
Selling fruit along the canyon:
But when it gets brighter at noon,
Her hair became sparse and gray;
She lost weight, like a bright full moon soon.
Withered and exhausted.
Her talent.
One day, she remembered her stone.
She planted it by the wall facing south;
Wet it with tears, hoping it will take root and sprout,
Looking forward to a growing seedling,
But nothing grows;
It has never seen the sun,
It never felt tears flowing:
Although the eye socket is sunken, the corners of the mouth fade.
She still dreams of melons, just as a traveler sees them.
Pseudo-waves in arid desert
In the leafy shade,
So he burned the throat of the hungry people in the wind and sand.
She stopped cleaning the house,
No longer feed chickens, ducks or cows,
No more honey, no more wheat scones,
No more water from that stream;
Just sitting lazily in the corner behind the chimney
I don't feel like eating anything.
Gentle Lizzie can't stand it.
Watching her sister get into an ulcer.
Instead of sharing.
She works from night to morning.
Heard the cries of the devil:
"Come and buy the fruit in our orchard,
Come and buy, come and buy ":-
By the stream, by the canyon,
She heard the devil's footsteps,
Talk and noise,
Poor Laura can't hear you;
How much she wants to buy fruit to comfort herself,
But I'm afraid of paying too much.
She thought of Jenny in the grave,
It should be the bride;
But that's the happy person the bride wants.
But weakness and death.
In her happy youth,
In early winter,
Covered with the first layer of frost,
Encountered the first snow of winter.
Until Laura became weaker and weaker.
Seems to be knocking at the door of death:
Lizzie stopped measuring the results.
For better or worse;
Just put a penny of silver in your wallet,
Kissed Laura and walked through the heath with green beans.
At dusk, stand by and go to the stream:
So for the first time in her life,
Start listening and watching.
Every demon laughed.
When they spy on her appearance:
Stumbling towards her,
Fly, run, jump,
Panting,
Roaring, clapping, cheering,
Roar,
Make faces, make faces,
Full of gestures,
With a crooked face,
Make a serious face,
Like cats and mice,
Like honey badgers and wombats,
Those who are as slow as snails are in a hurry,
Singers and whistlers like parrots,
In a hurry,
Chatting like a magpie,
Flapping its wings like a flying dove,
Slip around like a fish.
Hug her, kiss her,
Hold her tight, comfort her,
Spread out their plates,
Baskets and plates:
"Look at our apples.
There are tan and auburn,
Knock on our cherries,
Take a bite of our peach,
Citron and jujube,
Grapes are all free,
Pears are red and moon jade.
Warm sunshine,
Plums hang on their branches;
Take them off and eat them,
Pomegranate pomegranate, fig. "
"Good man," said Lizzie.
I was thinking about Jenny:
"Give me as much as possible":-
Unfold her apron,
Throw them her silver coin.
"Well, sit with us,
Please do us the honor of having dinner with us. "
They rictus to answer:
"Our party has just begun.
It's still early,
The warm dew glistened,
The sleepless star is shining.
Fruits like this
No one can accept it;
Half their flowers will fly away,
Half their dew will dry up,
Half their sense of taste will disappear.
Sit down and enjoy it with us,
Be our welcome guest,
Cheer for you and rest with us. "——
"Thank you," Lizzie said, "but someone
Wait for me at home alone:
So there's no need to go further,
If you don't want to sell me some
Although you have a lot of fruit,
Please return my silver coin.
I threw it to you as a reward. "——
They started scratching their heads,
No more wagging your tail and purring,
But obviously disagree,
Whispering and growling.
One said she was arrogant,
Bad-tempered and rude;
Their tones gradually improved,
Their appearance has become evil.
Wagging his tail.
They trampled and pushed her,
Push her,
Grab things with your claws,
Ow, meow, shh, laugh,
Tore her coat, dirty her socks,
The roots are pulling at her hair,
Stamping her delicate feet,
Grab her hand and squeeze their fruit.
Stuff it in her mouth and force her to eat.
Lizzie, pale and noble, stood,
Like a lily in a torrent,-
Like a blue-textured coral reef.
Affected by tidal noise,
Like a lighthouse abandoned by loneliness
In the ocean of gray and white,
Holding a golden flame,-
Like a fruity citrus.
Flowers with honey are pale,
The pain comes from the entanglement between wasps and bees.
Like a solemn virgin town
Decorate the roof with gilded domes and spires.
But surrounded by a fleet.
Tear off her flag crazily.
A man can throw a horse into the river,
Twenty people can't make it drink water.
Although the devil caught her and hit her,
Coaxed her, resisted for her,
Threatened and begged her,
Grab her, squeeze her, make her as black as ink,
Kick her, knock her,
Abuse her, laugh at her,
Lizzie didn't spit out a word;
Never open your mouth,
Lest they be full of fruit:
But she was exulting and felt dribs and drabs.
Juice syrup spilled all over her face,
Left in the shallow pit of her chin,
There are wrinkles on her neck, shaking like curd.
In the end, those evil guys
Exhausted by her resistance
Throw her silver coin back and kick it over.
Follow any path they take,
Not abandoning roots, stones or branches;
Some fell to the ground,
Some sneaked into the stream.
Wave after wave,
Some people walk quietly in the strong wind,
Some disappeared in the distance.
In sorrow, pain and trembling,
Lizzie set foot on her path;
I don't know whether it's night or day;
Jump on the slope, quickly cross the green beans,
Squeeze through bushes and wooded valleys,
While listening to her silver coin gently shaking.
Jumping around in her purse,
Its bounce is like music to her.
She ran and ran.
It seems that she is afraid of some demons.
Follow her with ridicule or curses.
Or worse:
But without the devil following,
She was not stabbed by fear;
This kind of mood makes her feet wind.
The rush to rush her home almost left her breathless.
She smiled in her heart.
She called "Laura" and ran into the garden.
"Do you miss me?
Come and kiss me.
Never mind my scars,
Hug me, kiss me, suck me
For the juice you squeezed from the devil's fruit,
Devil's meat and juice.
Eat me, drink me and love me;
Laura, learn more about me:
I bravely went to the canyon for you.
I have dealt with evil businessmen. "
Laura jumped up from the chair,
The arm she waved in the air,
Grab her hair:
"Lizzie, Lizzie, you have tasted it.
Fruit banned because of me?
Your light will be hidden like me,
Your young life will be wasted like me,
After I destroyed it
Destroyed after my destruction,
And then become hungry, troubled, haunted by demons? "——
She hugged her sister,
Kiss, kiss, suck, sip her:
Tears again
Moistened her shriveled eyes,
It seems to have fallen for a long time.
Rain after heat and drought;
Trembling with cold, fear and pain,
Kissed and kissed with her thirsty mouth.
Her lips began to burn,
That juice is absinthe to her tongue,
She hates this feast;
Rolling as if someone were controlling her to jump and sing,
She tore all the clothes and twisted them.
Her hands were immersed in sad panic,
Beat my chest and feet.
Her hair fluttered like a torch.
Blocked by a man running at full speed,
Or like a horse's mane on the battlefield,
Or like an angel against the light.
Fly directly to the sun,
Or like living in a free cage,
Or like a flag flying in a marching army.
The rapid flame passed through her blood vessels and hit her heart.
Meet Mars smoldering there.
So it conquered its smaller flame;
She swallowed the nameless bitterness:
Ah! Stupid, such a choice.
Kill the troubles of the soul!
Lost his mind in this deadly struggle;
Like a watchtower
In a town destroyed by an earthquake,
Like a mast damaged by lightning,
Like a tree uprooted by the wind
Spinning,
It's like a huge wave churning at the top
I plunged into the sea,
She finally fell down;
Happiness will pass, troubles will pass,
Dead or alive?
Come back from the dead.
Lizzie was by her side that night,
Counting her weak pulse,
Feel her breath,
Hold water for her lips and cool her face.
With tears and fan blades:
But when the first birds chirped on the eaves,
The early reaper trudged along.
Where are the golden crops,
Dew wet the grass.
Bow, bow, when the morning wind blows gently,
A brand-new bud ushered in a brand-new day.
Cup-shaped lilies bloom in the river,
Laura woke up from a dream,
Smiling innocently as usual,
Hug Lizzie, but not twice;
Her shiny hair is not gray,
Her breath is as sweet as May.
The light danced in her eyes.
Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year.
Later they all became wives.
Have your own children;
Their mother's heart is surrounded by fear,
Their lives are devoted to a gentle life;
Laura will call the children.
Tell them that when she was young,
Those happy days are long gone.
Never go back to that period:
She would talk about haunted canyons,
Evil and weird fruit merchant,
Their fruit is as sweet as honey.
But it is the poison of blood;
(People in any market town won't sell it like this:)
She will tell them how her sister insists.
At the risk of death for her benefit,
The antidote to winning the flame:
Then she extended her palm to the little palm.
She would tell them to trust each other,
"Because no friend can be like a sister.
In a calm or violent climate;
Cheer for a person on a dull and monotonous road,
Convince a person that when she goes astray,
Inspire a person. When she faltered,
When a person is patient and persistent, inspire her.