双语安徒生童话_5.doc

双语安徒生童话 ’ eyes! but they have no shoes nor stockings. They dance onthe GREen rampart， just on the place where， according to the old story， the ground alwayssank in， and where a sportive， frolicsome child had been lured by means of flowers， toys andsweetmeats into an open grave ready dug for it， and which was afterwards closed over thechild; and from that moment， the old story says， the ground gave way no longer， themound remained firm and fast， and was quickly covered with the green turf. The little peoplewho now play on that spot know nothing of the old tale， else would they fancy they heard achild crying deep below the earth， and the dewdrops on each blade of grass would be to themtears of woe. Nor do they know anything of the Danish King who here， in the face of thecoming foe， took an oath before all his trembling courtiers that he would hold out with thecitizens of his capital， and die here in his nest; they know nothing of the men who havefought here， or of the women who from here have drenched with boiling water the enemy，clad in white， and ‘biding in the snow to surprise the city. 　　“No! the poor little ones are playing with light， childish spirits. Play on， play on， thoulittle maiden! Soon the years will come—yes， those glorious years. The priestly hands havebeen laid on the candidates for confirmation; hand in hand they walk on the GREen hast a white frock on; it has cost thy mother much labor， and yet it is only cut down forthee out of an old larger dress! You will also wear a red shawl; and what if it hang too fardown? People will only see how large， how very large it is. You are thinking of your dress，and of the Giver of all good—so glorious is it to wander on the green rampart! 　　“And the years roll by; they have no lack of dark days， but you have your cheerfulyoung spirit， and you have gained a friend—you know not how. You met， oh， how often!You walk together on the rampart in the fresh spring， on the high days and holidays，