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安徒生童話故事第144篇：陽光的故事Sunshine Stories
引導語：陽光和空氣都是花兒的愛人，不過陽光是更被愛的一位。這是安徒生在《陽光的故事》童話故事中的附注，下面就是這篇童話故事的中英文版本，歡迎大家閱讀!
現在我要講一個故事!”風兒說。
“不成，請原諒我，”雨兒說，“現在輪到我了!你在街頭的一個角落里待得已經夠久了，你已經拿出你最大的氣力，大號大叫了一通!”
“這就是你對我的感謝嗎?”風兒說，“為了你，我把傘吹得翻過來;是的，當人們不愿意跟你打交道的時候，我甚至還把它吹破呢!”
“我要講話了!”陽光說。“大家請不要作聲!”這話說得口氣很大，因此風兒就乖乖地躺下來，但是雨兒卻搖著風，同時說：“難道我們一定要忍受這嗎?這位陽光太太老是插進來。
我們不要聽她的話!那不值得一聽!”
于是陽光就講了：“有一只天鵝在波濤洶涌的大海上飛翔。它的每根羽毛像金子一樣地發亮。有一根羽毛落到一條大商船上面。這船正掛著滿帆在行駛。羽毛落到一個年輕人的卷發上。他管理貨物，因此人們把他叫‘貨物長’。幸運之鳥的羽毛觸到了他的前額，變成了他手中的一桿筆，于是他不久就成了一個富有的商人。他可以買到金馬刺，用金盤改裝成為貴族的紋章。我在它上面照過。”陽光說。
“這只天鵝在綠色的草原上飛。那兒有一棵孤獨的老樹;一個七歲的牧羊孩子躺在它下面的蔭處休息。天鵝飛過的時候吻了這樹上的一片葉子。葉子落到這孩子的手中;這一片葉子變成了三片葉子，然后10片，然后成了一整本書。他在這本書里面讀到了自然的奇跡，祖國的語言、信仰和知識。在睡覺的時候，他把這本書枕在他的頭下，以免忘記他所讀到的東西。這書把他領到學校的凳子和書桌那兒去。我在許多學者之中讀到過他的名字!”陽光說。
“天鵝飛到孤寂的樹林中去，在那兒沉靜、陰暗的湖上停下來。睡蓮在這兒生長著，野蘋果在這兒生長著，杜鵑和斑鳩在這兒建立起它們的家。
“一個窮苦的女人在撿柴火，在撿落下的樹枝。她把這些東西背在背上，把她的孩子抱在懷里，向家里走來。她看到一只金色的天鵝——幸運的天鵝——從長滿了燈芯草的岸上飛起來。那兒有什么東西在發著亮呢?有一個金蛋。她把它放在懷里，它仍然是很溫暖的;無疑地蛋里面還有生命。是的，蛋殼里發出一個敲擊的聲音來;她聽到了，而且以為這是她自己的心跳。
“在她家里簡陋的房間里，她把金蛋取出來。‘嗒!嗒!’它說，好像它是一個很有價值的金表似的，但是它是一個有生命的蛋。這個蛋裂開了，一只小天鵝把它的頭伸出來，它的羽毛黃得像真金子。它的頸上有四個環子。因為這個可憐的女人有四個孩子——三個留在家里，第四個她抱著一起到孤寂的森林里去——她馬上就懂得了，她的每個孩子將有一個環子。當她一懂得這件事的時候，這只小小的金鳥就飛走了。
“她吻了每一個環子，同時讓每一個孩子吻一個環子。她把它放在孩子的心上，戴在孩子的手指上。”
“我看到了!”陽光說，“我看到了隨后發生的事情!
“頭一個孩子坐在泥坑里，手里握著一把泥。他用指頭捏它，它于是就變成了取得金羊毛的雅森①的像。
“第二個孩子跑到草原上去，這兒開著種種不同顏色的花。他摘下一把;他把它們捏得那么緊，甚至把它們里面的漿都擠出來了，射到他的眼睛里去，把那個環子打濕了，刺激著他的思想和手。幾年以后，京城的人都把他稱為偉大的畫家。
“第三個孩子把這個環子牢牢地銜在嘴里，弄出響聲——他心的深處的一個回音。思想和感情像音樂似的飛翔，然后又像天鵝似的俯沖到深沉的海里去——思想的深沉的海里去。他成了一個偉大的音樂家。每個國家現在都在想，‘他是屬于我的!’
“至于第四個孩子呢，咳，他是一個無人理的人。人們說他是個瘋子。因此他應該像病雞一樣，吃些胡椒和黃油!‘吃胡椒和黃油。’他們這么著重地說;他也就吃了。不過我給了他一個陽光的吻。”陽光說。“他一下子得到了我的10個吻。他有詩人的氣質，因此他一方面挨了打，一方面又得到了吻。不過他從幸運的金天鵝那里得到了一個幸運的環子。他的思想像一只金蝴蝶似的飛出去了——這是‘不朽’的象征!”
“這個故事太長!”風兒說。
“而且討厭!”雨兒說，“請在我身上吹幾下吧，好使得我的頭腦清醒起來。”
于是風兒就吹起來。陽光繼續說：
“幸運的天鵝在深沉的海灣上飛過去了。漁夫在這兒下了網。他們之中有一個最窮的漁人。他想要結婚，因此他就結婚了。
“天鵝帶了一塊琥珀給他;琥珀有吸引力，把心都吸到家里去了。琥珀是最可愛的香料。它發出一股香氣，好像是從教堂里發出來的;它發出上帝的大自然的香氣。他們感到真正的家庭幸福，滿足于他們的簡樸生活，因此他們的生活成了一個真正的陽光的故事。”
“我們停止好不好?”風兒說。“陽光已經講得夠長了。我聽厭了!”
“我也聽厭了!”雨兒說。
“我們聽到這些故事的人怎么說呢?”
我們說：“現在它們講完了!”
�、傺派�(Jason)是希臘神話中的一個人物。他父親的王國被他的異母兄弟貝立亞斯(Pelian)占領。他長大了去索取這個王國;貝立亞斯說，如果雅森能把被一條惡龍看守著的金羊的毛取來，他就可以交還王國。雅森終于把惡龍降服，取來了金羊毛。
《陽光的故事》英文版：
Sunshine Stories
NOW I am going to tell a story,” said the Wind.
“Excuse me,” said the Rain, “but now it is my turn—, you have been howling round the corner as hard as ever you could, this long time past.”
“Is that your gratitude toward me?” said the Wind. “I who, in honor of you, turn inside out—yes, even break—all the umbrellas, when people won’t have anything to do with you.”
“I am going to speak!” said the Sunshine. “Silence!”
And the Sunshine said it with such glory and majesty, that the long, weary Wind fell prostrate, and the Rain beat against him, and shook him, and said,—“We won’t stand it! She always breaks through, that Madam Sunshine; we won’t listen to her. What she says is not worth hearing.”
But the Sunshine said,—“A beautiful swan flew over the rolling, tumbling waves of the ocean. Every one of its feathers shone like gold: one feather drifted down on the great merchant vessel that, with all sail set, was sailing away. The feather dropped on the curly light hair of a young man, whose business it was to have a care for the goods—,supercargo they called him. The bird of Fortune’s feather touched his forehead, became a pen in his hand, and brought him such luck, that very soon he became a wealthy merchant,—rich enough to have bought for himself spurs of gold; rich enough to change a golden dish into a nobleman’s shield; and I shone on it,” said the Sunshine.
“The swan flew further, away over the bright green meadow, where the little shepherd-boy, only seven years old, had lain down in the shadow of the old and only tree there was. The swan, in its flight, kissed one of the leaves of the tree. The leaf fell into the boy’s hand, and it was changed to three leaves, to ten,—yes, to a whole book,—and in it he read about all the wonders of nature, about his native language, about faith and knowledge. At night he laid the book under his head, that he might not forget what he had been reading. The wonderful book led him to the school-bench, and thence in search of knowledge. I have read his name among the names of learned men,” said the Sunshine.
“The swan flew into the quiet, lonely forest, rested awhile on the dark, deep lake, where the water-lilies grow; where the wild apples are to be found on the shore ; where the cuckoo and wild pigeon have their homes.
“A poor woman was in the wood, gathering firewood branches that had fallen down, and dry sticks; she carried them in a bundle on her back, and in her arms she held her little child. She saw the golden swan, the bird of Fortune, rise from among the reeds on the shore. What was that that glittered? A golden egg, quite warm yet. She laid it in her bosom, and the warmth remained in it. Surely there was life in the egg! She heard a gentle picking inside of the shell, but mistook the sound, and thought it was her own heart that she heard beating.
“At home, in the poor cottage, she took out the egg; ‘tick, tick,’ it said, as if it had been a valuable gold watch; but that it was not, only an egg—a real, living egg. The egg cracked and opened, and a dear little baby-swan, all feathered as with purest gold, put out its little head; round its neck it had four rings, and as the poor woman had four boys,—three at home, and the little one that she had had with her in the lonely wood,—she understood at once that here was a ring for each boy and just as she thought of that, the little gold-bt here was a ring for each boy and just as she thought of that, the little gold-biird took flight She kissed each ring, made each of the children kiss one of the rings, laid it next to the child’s heart, then put it on his finger. I saw it all,” said the Sunshine, “and I saw what followed.
“One of the boys was playing in a ditch, and took a lump of clay in his hand, turned and twisted and pressed it between his fingers, till it took shape, and was like Jason, who went in search of and found the golden fleece.
“The second boy ran out on the meadow, where the flowers stood,—flowers of all imaginable colors; he gathered a handful, and squeezed them so tight that all the juice spurted into his eyes, and some of it wetted the ring. It cribbled and crawled in his thoughts, and in his hands, and after many a day, and many a year, people in the great city talked of the great painter.
“The third child held the ring so tight in his teeth, that it gave forth sound, an echo of the song in the depth of his heart. Thoughts and feelings rose in beautiful sounds; rose like singing swans; plunged, like swans, into the deep, deep sea. He became a great master, a great composer, of whom every country has the right to say, ‘He was mine!’
“And the fourth little one was—yes, he was—the ‘ugly duck’ of the family; they said he had the pip, and must have pepper and butter, like the little sick chickens, and that he got; but of me he got a warm, sunny kiss,” said the Sunshine. “He got ten kisses for one; he was a poet, and was buffeted and kissed, alternately, all his life. But he held what no one could take from him,—the Ring of Fortune, from Dame Fortune’s golden swan. His thoughts took wings, and flew up and away, like singing butterflies,—the emblem of immortality!”
“That was a dreadfully long story,” said the Wind.
“And O, how stupid and tiresome !” said the Rain. “Blow on me, please, that I may revive a little.”
And the Wind blew, and the Sunshine said,—“The swan of Fortune flew over the beautiful bay, where the fishermen had set their nets; the poorest of them wanted to get married, and marry he did. To him the swan brought a piece of amber; amber draws things toward it, and it drew hearts to the house. Amber is the most wonderful incense, and there came a soft perfume, as from a church; there came a sweet breath from out of beautiful nature, that God has made. They were so happy and grateful for their peaceful home, and content even in their poverty. Their life became a real Sunshine story!”
“I think we had better stop now,” said the Wind, “the Sunshine has talked long enough, and I am dreadfully bored.”
“And I also,” said the Rain.
And what do we others, who have heard the story, say?
We say, “Now my story’s done.”
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