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安徒生童话：金宝贝(英) The Golden Treasure by Hans Christian Andersen（1865） 　　THE drummers wife went into the church. She saw the new altar with the painted pictures and the carved angels. Those upon the canvas and in the glory over the altar were just as beautiful as the carved ones； and they were painted and gilt into the bargain. Their hair gleamed golden in the sunshine， lovely to behold； but the real sunshine was more beautiful still. It shone redder， clearer through the dark trees， when the sun went down. It was lovely thus to look at the sunshine of heaven. And she looked at the red sun， and she thought about it so deeply， and thought of the little one whom the stork was to bring， and the wife of the drummer was very cheerful， and looked and looked， and wished that the child might have a gleam of sunshine given to it， so that it might at least become like one of the shining angels over the altar. 　　And when she really had the little child in her arms， and held it up to its father， then it was like one of the angels in the church to behold， with hair like gold—the gleam of the setting sun was upon it. 　　“My golden treasure， my riches， my sunshine！” said the mother； and she kissed the shining locks， and it sounded like music and song in the room of the drummer； and there was joy， and life， and movement. The drummer beat a roll—a roll of joy. And the Drum said—the Fire-drum， that was beaten when there was a fire in the town： 　　“Red hair！ the little fellow has red hair！ Believe the drum， and not what your mother says！ Rub-a dub， rub-a dub！” 　　And the town repeated what the Fire-drum had said. 　　The boy was taken to church， the boy was christened. There was nothing much to be said about his name； he was called Peter. The whole town， and the Drum too， called him Peter the drummers boy with the red hair； but his mother kissed his red hair， and called him her golden treasure. 　　In the hollow way in the clayey bank， many had scratched their names as a remembrance.