The version of the original text of Lin Huiyin, the original text of the Lin Huiyin of Wang Erde

The and the rose

"She Said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," Cried the young student, "But in all my garden that is no red rose." Rose. " n
from her nest in the oak tree the heart him, and she looked out through the leaves and wondered. n
"no red rose in all garden! filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of are mine, yet for want (没有) of a red rose is my life made wretched. "

" Here at last is a true lover, "Said the." Night After Night has have I sung of him, though i knew Him not: night has been he told his stars and Now I see Him. His hair is dark as the hyacingTh (Hyacina)- BLOSSOM, and his lips are red as the rose of his designire; but passion has good brow. "

" The Prince Gives A Ball (Dance) to-Morrow Night, "Murmured the Young Student, "And my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she dance with me till dawn. If I bring rar a red rose, I should hold her in my aRMS, and she well lenedand My Shoulder, and Her Her Hand Will Be Clasped in Mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She Will No Heed of Me, and my heart willl "

"Here, indeed, is the true lover," said the. "What I sing of, he suffers: what is joy to me, to him is pain. is more precious than emeralds (翡翠), and dearer than fine opals (蛋白石). Pearls and cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold." rnrn"The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed , and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so apply that her feet will not too ch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her:" and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his Hands, and wept.

"why is he weeping?" Asked a little green lizard, as he ran pas his his tail in the air.
n "Why, indeedeed ? "Said a butterfly, who was about after a sunbeam.

" why, independened a daisy to his neighbour, in a sound.
n n " He is weeping for a red rose, "said the.

" for a Red Rose? "They Cried:" How very! "And the Little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (cynical) , laughed outright. rnrnBut the the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love. rnrnSuddenly she spread her brown Wings for Flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grike like a shadow and like a share of the sailed access. SS-PLOT WAS Standing A Beautiful Rose-Tree, and when she said she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.
n "give me a red rose," she cried, "and I Will sing you my sweetest song. "

But the tree shook its head. n
" my roses are white, "It anged; And Whiter than the SNOW Upon the Mountain. But going to my Brother Who Grows Round the Old Sun (a rose), and Perhaps he Will give you want. "
ove the To the rose-then -That was geowing round the old sun-dial.

"give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my speed."
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But the tree shook its head.

"my roses are yellow," it angred; "as Yellow as the hair of the mermaiden (mermaid) Who Sits upon an amber through, daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want." rn
So the flew over to the rose-then -tree that was growing beneath the state's window.

"give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you too," r r r . n
But the tree Shook its head.

"my roses are red," It Answered, "As Red as the Feet of the Dove, and Redder than the Great Fans of Corial THAT WAVE AND Wave in the overan-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the from has nipped (destroyed) my buds, and the storm hashas brochmches, and I shall.
"One Red Rose is all I want," Cried the, "only one red rose! is there no way by which I can get it? Answered the tree; rn"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing T o me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-black must flow into me veins, and become mine. The, "And Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the geen wood, and to watch the sun in his chariot, and the moon in her chariot of peace. the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?" r nrnSo she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove. rnrnThe young Student was still Laying on the grass, where she had left hem, and the tears we not yet dry in his beautical eyes. n
"be happy," "be happy; you shall. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own art's blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings , and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath is like ." rnrnThe Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not what the was saying to Him, for he only knew the thing that are written downloaded.

But the oak-then, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little, who had built hene his Brarent

"sing me one last song," he whispered; "I Shall Feel Lonely when you are gone. Like Water Bubbling from a Silver Jar.

when She Had Finished Her Song, The Student Got UP, and Pulled a Note-Book and a Lead-PONCIL OU HIS POCKET. R R R R R
"She Had Form," Her Said to HimSelf, As he Walked Away Through the GROVE- "That Cannot Be Denied to Her; has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good!" And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet- BED, and Began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep. n
and when the moon shone in the heads the flew to the rose-time, and set her break . All night long she sang, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her .

she sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spray of the rose-time theRee Blossomd A m arvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a Rose in a Mirror of Silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pop, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the tree. The thorn. "Press Closer, Little," Cried The Tree, "Or the Day Will Come Before the Rose is Finished."
nSo the pressed closer agorn, and louder girl For she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.

and a dellicate fush of pink came the leaves of the rose, the flush in the face of the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a 's heart's blood can crimson the heart of a rose. rnrnAnd the Tree cried to The to Press Close R against the thorn. "Press Closer, Little," Cried The Tree, "Or the Day will come beface the rose is finned. , And a Fierce Pang of Pain Shot Through Her. Bitter, Bitter Was the Pain, and Wilder and Wilder Grew Her Song, for she sang of the love that is perfected by deating, love n
and the marvelous rose beCame Crimson (scarlet), like the rose of the ele rigy. Crimson was the girldle of petals, and crimson as a ruby ​​(ruby) The 'voice grew fains, and her little wings began, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt sthing her throat. last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore IT T o her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea. rnrn"Look, look!" cried The tree, "The ral is finished now;" But the Made Not Answer, for she who was laying dead in the long grass, with the project. looked out.

"why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" He cried; "Here is a Red Rose! I have never seen all my life. I am sure it has a long latin name; n
the daughter of the propessor was sitting in the doorway winding blue size on a reel, and her little? Brought you a red rose, "Cried the Student." Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You wi LL Wear it to-night Next you heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you. Will not go with my dress, "She Answered;" AND, BESIDES, The 'S Nephew Had Sent Me Some Real Jewels, and Everybody Knows that Jewels Cost FAN Flowers. upon my word, you are very, "said the student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he Street, where it fell into the gutter (yin groove), and a cartwheel weeeel we.

"! "SAID The GIRL." I Tell You What, You Are Very Rude; AFTER ALL, WHO Are You? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have ever buckles to feel 's "And She get from her chair and went into the house.

" What a size thing love is! "Said the student as he was well. It do does not prove anything, and it is always telling one that are not going to happen, and macking one believe thinks that are not true. In fact, it is quite, and, as in this age to be practical is, I shall go back to and standy (metaphysics). And began to read.

Wang Elde's original book; Lin Huiyin translated as

"She said that if I use red roses for her, she dances with me. "Young students cried and said," But how did I have a red rose in the whole garden? " "
The nightingale heard in the oak nest, looking from the leaf bush, and was surprised in his heart.
The youth cried," There is no red rose in my garden! " "He was full of tears in his eyes." Yeah! " Happiness is leaning against
This small things! I have finished the ancient sage book. I have realized the mystery of philosophy. However, because I want a red
The rose, my life is so embarrassing. "
The nightingale sighs," The true lover is here. Although I never knew before, I sang him all night: I am at night
This told the stars about one of his piles, and now I see him. His hair was as black as a culprit, and his lips were red than
The rose he was looking forward to, but his affection had made him look embarrassed, and his troubles had traces on his eyebrows. "
The young man whispered to himself:" The prince dances tonight, and my lover will also attend the meeting. If I pick red rose for her
, she dances with me until Tianming. If I pick red roses for her, I will hold her in her arms, her head
, in me Pillow on her shoulders, her hand held in my hand. But there is no red rose in my garden. I can only sit lonely
and see her walking from me. She ignores me, and my heart is about to shatter. "
" This is really a true lover. "The nightingale said again," My singing is the suffering he has suffered: in the
of me, but he is sad in him. ‘Love’ is really a very thing. It is more precious than emerald, more valuable than agate.
Pearls, no -buying gaducums, and gold cannot be at the cost of him, because he is not sold in the city, nor
The things sold by businessmen. "
The young man said:" The musicians will pounce on silk bamboo in the music scene, and my lover will also dance according to the syllable of the string. She
danced so personally, and the lotus step could not be on the ground, and the young people in the Chinese clothes would envy her. But she was different. I danced
, because I did not pick up red roses for her. "So he fell into the grass and covered his face with both hands.
The green tiger said," Why is he crying? " "After speaking, the tail ran through him.
This is chasing the sun and flying. He also asked," Well, what? " "Golden cup also whispered to her neighbors
," Well, what? " The nightingale said, "He cried for a red rose. "
This called," For a red rose! Really jokes! "The little gecko was originally harsh, so laughed.
But the nightingale understands the secrets of the young man's troubles, she sat quietly on the oak branches and thought about" love ". Both wings, flying in the sky. She passed through the woods like shadow, like shadow one
, she flew out of the garden.
is standing in the grass with a beautiful rose tree standing in the grass. She saw that. The tree flew forward to a branch.
. She called, "Give me a bright red rose, I sing my most gentle song for you. "
But the tree shook his head.
" My rose is white, "Na tree answered her," White Ruhai Hai Tao's bubble, Bai Zi Shan Bian's superiors. Please
It to find my brother next to the ancient Japanese, or he can ask for what you ask. "
So the nightingale flew to the rose next to the sun.
. She called again," Give me a bright red rose, I sing the most intoxicated song for you. "
but the tree shakes his head.
" My rose is yellow, "the tree answered her. Previous Jintushui County. Please go to the youth window to find my brother, or he can ask for what you ask. "
So the nightingale flew to the cluster of the rose under the youth window.
He still called," Give me a bright red rose, I sing the sweetest song for you. "
but the tree shook his head.
This tree answered her," My rose is red, red like white pigeon toes, and the corals fanned under the bottom of the sea n. But the severe winter has frozen my blood, the frost has wounded my bud, the storm has interrupted my branches
, this year I can't open it anymore. "
The nightling said," A red rose is enough. As long as a red rose! Is there a great way? "
The tree replied," There is a way, there is only one, but it is terrible, I dare not tell you. "
" Tell me, "the nightingale said bravely," I'm not afraid. "
The tree said," If you want a red rose, you need to make music in the moonlight, and then use your own heart
to dye her with blood. You need to hold a spike on your chest to sing for me. You need to sing for me all night, that thorns need to be thorny
The blood in your heart, the blood of your life flows into my atrium and turns into mine. "
The nightingale sighed," buying a red rose in that dead, the price is really not small, who's life is not precious, sit in the green
”” ”, watch the sun in the golden car, The moon is galloping in the white beads, which is really a joy. The taste of hawthorn
is so fragrant, the hanging flowers in the valley and the grass on the hillside are beautiful. However, ‘love’ is more valuable than life. How can a bird ’s heart compare with people’ s hearts? "
Suddenly she opened her brown wings and flew away in the sky. She passed through the garden like a shadow, she wiped out the
forest.
The place where she left only, the tears in his eyes had not been done.
The nightale shouted, "Happy, happy eight; you will pick your red rose. I will use the sound of the month
to make her. The remuneration I ask for you is just to be a sincere lover, because although philosophy is wise, love is more intelligent, although she is strong, love is stronger than her. The color of the flame light is the wings of love, and the color of the fire is the body of love
. She was like honey's lips, Ruolan's breath. "
The young man raised his head from the grass to listen to his ears, but he didn't understand what the nightingale said to him, because he only knew everything in the book
. I feel sad, because he loves the nightingale of the nest on the branches.
. He said softly: "Sing a final song for me. After you leave, I will feel infinite loneliness.
"
So the nightingale sings for oak trees. Her fond tone is like the clear and overflowing water waves in the silver bottle.
. When she sang, the young man stood up and came from A thin diary and a pen were drawn in the bag.
The he walked out of the woods and said, "The nightingale was indeed a bit of posture. This is the
that people cannot deny; but is she emotional? I'm afraid there is no. She is really like many artists, she is a ritual, and she has no sincerity
. She must not sacrifice. What she thinks is nothing more than music, but who doesn't know that art is for herself. Although
, we must always admit that she has an intoxicating singing voice. Unfortunately, the kind of singing is meaningless and useless. "Yu
is he returned to his room, lying on his small grass pad to miss his lover; he fell asleep when the film.
n When the sky was released, the nightingale came to the rose branches and inserted her chest on the thorns
. She inserted a spike on her chest, singing all night, and the crystal moon leaned on the clouds by the clouds. Listening. She was all overnight, holding the
singer's voice, the thorns became deeper and deeper, and the blood of her life gradually overflowed.
The first thing she praised was the birth of the child and young girl's heart. So the top branches of the roses were budding
Is the buds of the roses, and the songs were singing one by one, and the petals were opened. Like the mist covered on the river-the dim communication of the dawn, the silver gray is like the wings of the dawn, then the rose buds on the branches are like a rose shadow reflected in the silver mirror or shown in the pond in the pond. The roses are incarnate.
But the tree still urges the night warbler to insert the thorn tightly. "Tightly stabbing, small nightingale. "The tree called,
" Otherwise, the rose has not yet opened, and Xiaoguang is about to break. "
So the nightingale, the more tightly inserted into the spike, the more loudly sang her song, because she praised men and women this time. The rose petal gave birth to a delicate layer of red halo, just like the groom's cheeks when the bride first kissed the bride. Dye rose
Hua Xin.
The tree repeatedly urged the nightbale to insert the thorn, "tightly thorn, nightingale," the tree called, "No
, Ran, Rose, Rose, Rose Before the success, Xiaoguang was about to compete. "
So the nightingale inserted the thorn tightly, and the thorns actually inserted her heart, but a kind of painful pain passed through her whole body
, the painful, the stronger, her singing voice, her singing voice, her singing voice, her singing voice, her singing voice, her singing voice The more crazy, the stronger, because she praised this time to complete the love of
and the immortal love in the mound. The outer petal is red and the fire, the inner heart of the flower
is like a jade.
The sound of the nightingale sings, the more blurred. Her wings patted, and her eyes had a thin film. The song
is blurred, she feels choked in her throat.
So she released the last singing voice, the white remnant moon heard, forgot Tianxiao, hanging in the air and stopped. That rose listened
See, shuddering, the openness of the petals in the cold wind. The echo leads the song into the purple hole on the hillside,
to wake the shepherd child from the dream. Pass this information with the sea.
The tree called, "Look, this rose has been made. "But the nightingale did not answer, she was lying in the grassy grass
, the thorn was still inserted in her heart.
In afternoon, the young man opened the window and looked out.
It's really unable to meet. There are red roses here. Such a good rose, I have never been born
I have seen it. It has a very long Latin name in this beautiful red; when he said, he leaned down and folded this flower.
So he put on a hat and ran to the professor's house, holding a red rose in his hand. R. n The professor's daughter is sitting in front of the door and a axis blue silk. Her puppy is in front of her feet.
The youth shouted, "You said that if I use red roses for you, you will Dancing with me. Here is the most
of the world's most
. You can insert her in your chest. When we are dancing with each other, this flower can tell you,
What I love you. "
This girl frowned.
I replied," I'm afraid that this flower will not be able to match my clothes; and the minister's nephew sent me many jewelry, people
people know that Jewelry is more expensive than flowers. "
The young man angrily," I dare to say you are a ruthless person. "She threw the rose on the street and dropped it in the rut,
let a wheel rolled over.
said," Ruthlessness? " Let me tell you, you are really rude; even who are you? But a student
The literati, I think you don't have the silver buckle on the nephew's shoes. "Speaking of standing up and walking back to the room.
The youth said to himself," Stupid love, far less practical as ethics, what it tells us, no
In fact, it will not happen, and the incompetent incident. In the current world
, there are practical things. I still go back to my philosophy and metaphysics books. "
So he returned to the room and took out a bulky book with a large book full of dust.