Once upon a time there was a man who could tell many new fairy tales. But according to him, these fairy tales were secretly left to him. Often?
The fairy tales that came to visit him no longer came, nor did they knock on his door. Why don't you come again? Yes, this person has been for a long time.
I didn't expect it, and I didn't expect it to knock on his door. It didn't come because there was a war outside and at home.
Sadness and anxiety caused by struggle.
Storks and swallows came back from a long journey, and they didn't think there would be any danger. When they arrived, the quilt was
Burned down, human houses were burned down, doors fell down, and some doors simply disappeared; The enemy's horse is in the ancient tomb.
Step on the grave. This is a difficult and dark era, but this era will come to an end one day.
Actually, it's over now But the fairy tale hasn't knocked on the door yet, and no news has come.
"It must be dead and destroyed with other things," said the man. But fairy tales will never die!
A whole year has passed. He misses fairy tales very much!
"I wonder if fairy tales will knock on my door again?"
He still clearly remembers that fairy tales visited him in different ways: sometimes it was as young as spring.
Touching, sometimes it looks like a beautiful girl, wearing a wreath made of grass on her head and holding a beech branch in her hand.
Son, his eyes are as bright as the lake in the depths of the forest, shining in the bright sunshine. Sometimes it pretends to be a peddler. It opened.
Its backpack, let the silver ribbon float out-it is full of poems of memories. But when it pretends to be an old one.
Grandma will be the cutest then. Her hair is silvery white and her eyes are big and bright.
Ming. She can tell ancient stories-even more than when the princess spins with a golden spindle and the dragon guards outside the palace gate.
Ancient. She spoke so vividly that the audience seemed to feel that there were black spots dancing in front of them, as if the ground was stained with blood.
Yes Seeing such a scene and hearing such a story is really scary, but at the same time it is very fun, because it happened in
So in ancient times.
"She won't knock on my door again!" The man said. So he stared at the door and the black spot was right in front of him, on the ground.
Appeared. He didn't know if it was blood or the black veil used for mourning in that difficult dark age.
As he sat like this, he remembered whether fairy tales were hidden like those princesses in ancient fairy tales.
Do you need someone to find it? If it is discovered, it will glow again and be more beautiful than before.
"Who knows? Maybe it was hidden in a grass in a well thrown by others. Attention! Attention! Maybe it's hidden in
In a withered flower-in a big book on the shelf. "
In order to find the answer, the man opened the latest book; But there is not a flower in it. He read a report about passing through Dan here.
The story of Horg the Mairen, he also read: This story was invented by a French monk and it is a "translation".
Danish, and printed in Danish "legend, so Dulf in Denmark has never really existed, and will always exist.
Will not come back to us when we sing and believe. Danish holger and William Tell (2)
Sample, but an oral legend, completely unreliable, although it took a lot of research and written into a book.
For this story, see the fifth volume of Andersen's Complete Fairy Tales.
(2) VilhelmTell was a legendary national hero of Switzerland who resisted the rule at that time.
The Austrian Lord of Switzerland was arrested twice. Schiller, a German poet, once wrote his deeds into the poetic drama William Tell.
"Well, I want to believe what I believe," said the man. "Where my feet have not stepped on, the road will not be wide.
Yes "
So he closed the book, put it on the shelf, and then walked to the flowers in front of the window; Fairy tales may be hidden in
In those red tulips with gold edges, in the fresh roses, in the colorful camellias. Petal zhi
Sometimes there is the sun, but there are no fairy tales.
"Flowers that grow in difficult times are always beautiful. But they were all cut down, woven into garlands and put in coffins.
In the material, the national flag is covered on it! Maybe fairy tales were buried with these flowers. If so, the flowers will
We should know that the coffin should also know that the soil should also know that every grass growing from the soil should also be able to tell a truth.
Here it comes. Fairy tales will never die.
"Maybe it has been here and knocked at the door-but who will hear and think of it then? People with yin
Looking at the spring sun, mumbling birds and all the pleasant green things, with gloomy, heavy and almost angry expressions. Tongue Li Anna
Don't sing some old and happy folk songs; They were buried in the coffin with our favorite things. Fairy tales will do.
Knock on the door, but no one will hear you. Nobody welcomed him and left.
"I'm going to find it!"
"Go to the countryside to find it! Go to the Woods and find it! Look for it on the vast beach! "
There is an old manor in the country. It has red walls and pointed mountain walls; There is still a flag floating on the top of the tower. Nightingale at
? I sang among the thin beech leaves and looked at the blooming apple trees in the garden, thinking that they were just roses.
..... How? In the summer sunshine, bees are busy here, buzzing around their queen. Autumn storm
Tell many stories about wild hunting, fallen leaves in the Woods, and human stories in the past. At Christmas, wild swans
Singing on a piece of water in Wang Yang; In that ancient garden, people sit by the fire and listen to songs and ancient legends.
In an ancient corner of the garden, there is a road full of wild chestnut trees, which attracts people to its shade.
The man went in to look for fairy tales. The wind once whispered "a nobleman and his daughters" in his ear.
Things. The tree spirit-herself the mother in the fairy tale-once told him about the dream of the old oak tree here. Stay at grandma's house.
When we sit, there is a neatly trimmed fence; But now there are only ferns and nettles-they abandoned them.
The broken ancient stone statues there were all covered up. Moss grows in the eyes of these stone statues, but they can still be like
As before, you can see things-the person who comes to look for fairy tales can't, because he can't. Where are the fairy tales?
And then what?
This is also the name of a fairy tale by Andersen.
Thousands of crows flew over his head and flew around some old trees, calling, "There! Right there.
Yes! "
He walked out of the garden, out of the retaining wall river outside the garden and into the alder forest. There is a hexagonal hut here.
Son, there are also chicken farms and duck farms here. In the middle of the room sat an old woman. She manages everything here.
Love; She clearly knows every egg that lays eggs and every chicken that crawls out of them. But she's not this person.
The fairy tale she is looking for: she can take out the baptism certificate and smallpox certificate to testify.
Both of these things are in the drawer.
There is a mound not far from the house, which is covered with red hawthorn and golden chain flowers. Here lies an ancient fragment.
Tombstone. It was moved out of a church cemetery in a rural town; This is a monument to a prestigious senator in this city.
His wife and five daughters, with their hands arched and crepe collars, stood around his stone statue. People can view them.
For a long time, it has been observed that it plays a role in thought, and at the same time, thought acts on stone statues to make them distinguish.
About ancient times-at least that's what fairy tale explorers think. When he came here, he found.
A live butterfly landed on the forehead of the stone carving senator. The butterfly flapped its wings, flew forward for a while, and then fell again.
Being close to the headstone seems to point out everything that grows here. Four-leaf alfalfa grows here; one
* * * There are seven trees in a row. Lucky things never come alone. He picked alfalfa leaves and put them in his pocket. This man
Think: luck is as good as cash; But the wonderful new fairy tale is better than this. But he didn't find a fairy tale here.
The red and big sun went down and smoke rose on the grass; The swamp woman is making wine.
It's night. He stood alone in the house, looking at the sea, grass, swamp and beach. The moonlight is clear, grass
The ground is covered with a layer of smoke, like a big lake. As the legend says, here used to be a big lake-this legend.
Said it was now proved by moonlight. The man remembered the stories he read when he lived in this city: William Tell and Dutch.
Erg never existed. However, like this lake as a proof of legend, they live in folklore.
Yes, Danish holger will come back!
While he was standing there deep in thought, someone knocked heavily on the window. Is this a sparrow, a bat or a bird?
Where is the owl? If this is the case, there is no need to open the door. But the window opened automatically and an old woman came here.
People hope.
"What?" He said. "Who is she? She looked straight at the second floor. Is she standing on the ladder? "
"You have a clover with four leaves in your pocket," she said. "Yes, you have seven trees, including one.
What about six leaves? "
"Who are you, please?" The man asked again.
"Swamp woman!" She replied. "The woman who brewed the swamp. I'm making wine. The barrel is blocked, but there is one
A naughty swamp boy unplugged and threw it into the yard to smash the window. Now beer goes from
Dropping directly from the bucket is not good for anyone. "
"Please continue!" The man said.
"Oh, please wait!" The swamp woman said. "I have another thing to do at the moment." So she left.
The man was about to close the window when the swamp girl suddenly appeared again.
"Now I'm finished!" She said. "However, if the weather is fine tomorrow, I will save the other half of the beer for tomorrow.
Brew. What do you want to ask me? I am back now, because I am a man of my word. It's in your pocket
There are seven alfalfa trees with four leaves, and one of them has six leaves. This makes people feel respected because it is growing.
Roadside decorations, but not everyone can find them. Is there anything you want to ask me? Don't stand
Like a fool, because I have to look at my plug and bucket at once! "
So the man asked about fairy tales and asked her if she had seen them on the way.
"Hey, God bless my vat!" The swamp girl said, "Don't you have enough fairy tales?" my
I really believe you know enough. You should care about other things and pay attention to other things. Even children are no longer
What fairy tale do you want? Give the boy a cigar and the girl a new skirt. They will like this kind of thing better. listen to
What fairy tale! Well, there are still many things to do, and there are more important things! "
"What do you mean?" The man asked. "What do you know? All you see are frogs and jack-o'-lanterns! "
"Yes, please be careful of the jack-o'-lantern," said the swamp woman. They came out! They have slipped away! This is positive.
Is one of the things we want to discuss! Come to the swamp with me. I must go. I can put the whole thing
Let me tell you something. When your seven four-leaf clovers-one of which has six leaves-are still fresh,
Please come while the moon is still high! "
So the swamp woman disappeared.
The church clock struck12; Before the last knock on the door was over, the man had walked out of the house and stood in the garden.
On the grass. The smoke has dispersed. Swamp women don't make wine anymore.
"It took you so long to come!" The swamp woman said. "Witches walk much faster than people. I'm glad, I ... ...
Born a witch! "
What can you tell me now? The man asked. "Is this related to fairy tales?"
"Can't you ask something else?" The swamp woman said.
"Do you want to talk to me about future poetry?" The man asked again.
"Please don't show off your knowledge!" The swamp woman said. "Let me answer you. Poetry is always on your mind, but it is on your lips.
Ask fairy tales, as if fairy tales are the queen of all arts. She is the oldest person, but her appearance seems to be
The smallest. I know everything about her! I was young once, too. It's not childish. there is a
At that time, I was also a pretty demon girl. I also dance with others under the moon and listen to the nightingale.
I have been to the forest and met the fairy tale girl-she is always running around there. She soon met a half-opened tulip.
Or an ordinary wild flower, and then slipped into the church and wrapped himself in a black mourning cloth hanging on the altar candle to sleep.
Let's go "
"You are well informed!" The man said.
"I should at least know as much as you!" The swamp woman said. "Fairy tales and poems-yes, they are the same.
Two pieces of cloth woven from one material. They can lie anywhere. What they do and say, people can
Just make it up, it's good and cheap. You can get these things from me for free. I have a whole wardrobe.
Bottled poems. This is the essence and the best part of poetry-it is a sweet and bitter herb. In any case, people are interested in poetry.
Yes, it's all in my bottle. I sprinkle it on my handkerchief during the festival and smell it from time to time. "
"What you said is really wonderful!" The man said. Do you have bottled poems? "
"More than you can accept!" The swamp woman said. "You know,' the girl walking on the bread' (1) this
Story, she did it because she was afraid of getting her new shoes dirty. The story was written down and published.
Yes "
This is the name of a fairy tale by Andersen.
"I told this story myself." The man said.
"Yes, then you should know." The swamp woman said, "You know, that girl immediately sank to the ground."
The swamp woman went there-the devil's old lady was visiting to inspect the winery. As soon as she saw this,
When a girl sank, she asked to take her away as a souvenir of her trip. She got the baby, and so did I.
Got a useless gift. It's a travel medicine cabinet-the whole cabinet is full of bottled poems. The old lady told me the cupboard.
It should be put somewhere-it is still standing there. Please go and see it once! There are seven alfalfa trees with four leaves in your pocket.
Alfalfa-one of them has six leaves-so you should be able to see it. "
In fact, there is a stout alder trunk in the middle of the swamp. This is the old lady's closet. The swamp woman said, this cabinet
Children are open to her, to people in any country and at any time. People just need to know where it is. Its front
The front, back, every side and every corner can be opened-it's really a complete work of art, but it looks like a root.
The trunk of an alder. Poets from all countries, especially our own poets, were made here. Their spirits have all increased.
After consideration, evaluation, transformation and purification, it was put into a bottle. Grandma relies on her "great instinct"-something that no one has.
A word used to say "genius"-mix the taste of this or that poet with a little genius.
Sealed together in a bottle for future use.
"Please let me have a look!" The man said.
"Yes, there are more important things to come!" The swamp woman said.
"But now we are beside the cupboard!" Said the man, looking in at the same time. "There are all kinds of different volumes.
Bottle. What's in this? What's in there? "
"This is what people call May fragrance," said the swamp woman. "I haven't used it myself, but I know if
Sprinkle a drop of wine on the ground, and immediately a beautiful small lake will appear, which is full of water lilies, taro and wild mint. All you have to do is.
Drop two drops into an old exercise book-even the exercise book of the lowest class in primary school-and this book will become fragrant.
Script. It can be put on or put you to sleep, because its fragrance is too strong. There is such a label on the bottle.
Signboard:' Marsh Female Producer'-its intention is to compliment me.
"This is a rumor bottle. It seems to contain only the dirtiest water. This is indeed the dirtiest water, but
There are baking powder in the street gossip, three or two lies and two money truths. These raw materials are made of birch strips, not
The kind of branches soaked in salt water for a long time, which are specially used to hit the bleeding back of prisoners, are not the kind of branches used by primary school teachers.
Strip, but a branch drawn from the broom sweeping the ditch.
"This is a bottle of pious poems written in the tone of hymns. Every drop can send out that kind of hell gate
Sound. This is a punishment for blood and sweat. Some people say it's just pigeon bile. But pigeons
Is the most pious animal, without bile; That's what people who don't know natural history say.
"This is the biggest bottle, occupying half the area of the cabinet-a bottle full of' Daily Stories'. it is
Wrapped in bladder and pigskin, because its power cannot be evaporated. Every nation can shake bottles in its own way.
Make your own soup. There is an old German blood soup with robber meatballs in it. There is also a thin peasant soup, which
Inside, the real secretary of the Council sank to the end like a bean, and his face was full of philosophical fat eyes. There is England here.
Butler's soup, and French chicken soup boiled with chicken legs and sparrow legs-this is called "Kangkang Dance Soup" in Danish. no
The best soup I have ever tasted is Copenhagen soup. That's what the family says.
(1) Kan Kan is a crazy four-person dance popular in Paris in the middle of19th century.
"This is a champagne bottle, which contains' tragedy'. It can be broken and it should be broken. Comedy is like playing.
Fine sand in the eyes-that is, a more detailed comedy. There are vulgar comedies in the bottle, but that's all.
Some names to use-some are very famous, such as "How dare you spit in the machine" and "One ear"
Light, the lovely donkey and she are drunk. "
Hearing this, the man fell into a fantasy. But the swamp woman thinks further; She wants to do something.
End.
"You have been looking at this old cupboard for a long time!" She said, "You already know what's inside. but
There are more important things you should know that you don't know yet. Ghost fire is in town now! This is more important than poetry and fairy tales.
A lot. I really should shut up, but there is probably some kind of power, some kind of fate, and some kind of helplessness stuck in my throat.
Long Li always runs out. Ghost fire has entered the city! They are rioting like crazy! Look out, you people! "
"I don't understand a word you said!" The man said.
"Please sit on the cupboard." She said, "but please be careful not to sit down and break the bottle-you know."
They have something in it. There's something important that I have to tell you. It happened yesterday; It didn't happen very early.
Happen. 364 days is still valid. I suppose you know how many days there are in a year? "
The swamp woman said this:
"A big scene happened in the swamp yesterday! It was a children's party! A little demon fire was born-
In fact, more than a dozen of them were born at the same time. They got permission: they can enter this world if they want.
They can act and give orders as freely as they were born. This is a great event in the swamp, so ghosts
Fire, in swamps and grasslands, is like a light, and men and women are dancing-because some of them are women.
Sex, although they usually don't say it. I sat on the cupboard and put 12 new pumpkin lanterns on my lap. they
Glow like a firefly. They have started to jump, and their volume is increasing every second, so no
A quarter of an hour later, they looked as old as their father and uncle. According to the recognized old rules and special
Yes, if the moon shines exactly like yesterday and the wind blows exactly like yesterday, all ghosts will be born at this moment.
Fire has the right to become a human being, and each of them can exercise their rights within one year. If every ghost
If the fire is not afraid of falling into the sea and being blown out by a big storm, he can run all over the country and all over the world. He can attach it to
In a person, speak for him and do whatever you want. Jack-o'-lantern can appear in any form at will; He can be a man or a woman.
People can act according to their own spirit, but they must go to their own extremes and do what they want. But he
Within a year, 365 people will be led astray on a large scale: they will be led away from the truth and the right path. Only this
Sample, a jack-o'-lantern can reach the highest peak-become a runner in front of the devil's car. In this way, he can wear dark yellow
Clothes, flames from the throat. This is enough to satisfy an ordinary jack-o'-lantern. But there are also some fierceness in it.
Risk. An ambitious jack-o'-lantern wants to accomplish such an excellent task, and he has to encounter some troubles. If a person's eyes can
See what's in front of you, blow the jack-o'-lantern away in one breath, and it's over. It will only return to the swamp.
Let's go Similarly, if Guihuo wants to go home to visit relatives and give up his job before the end of the year, then he is finished.
It can no longer shine brightly, so it will soon go out and never burn again. At the end of the year, if he hasn't
If anything causes 365 people to deviate from the truth and all the goodness, then he will be imprisoned in a rotten wood.
Inside, lying there shining, unable to move. For a lively jack-o'-lantern, this is the best one.
A punishment. I know all this. At the same time, I also told this story to 12 jack-o'-lantern that I held in my lap. They listened to music.
I am as busy as a bee, telling them that the safest and easiest way is to give up this honor and do nothing. can
It is the children who disagree with this statement. They fantasized about wearing dark yellow clothes and spouting flames from their throats. follow
Let's live together! A few old jack-o'-lantern said. "Go and play jokes on people," said several others. People put me
Our grass has been drained! They have begun to drain water. How will our descendants survive? ""we want to send out.
Fuoco! Put out the fire! The new ghost fire theory. That's how things must have come down.
"A dance will begin-only one second; It can't be any shorter. The witches have been transformed with other witches.
Three circles, in order not to appear proud, are generally just willing to dance with themselves. Then the sponsors of the dance broke up.
Give a gift:' Drip'-this is the name of the gift. Gifts fly over the surface of the swamp like silica. each
The girl gave each other another small veil. Take this! They said,' Then you can dance a more advanced dance-that.
Some indispensable difficult spins and waist twists. Only in this way can you have the proper manners, and you can show yourself in the upper class.
Show yourself. Night crossing teaches every young jack-o'-lantern to say,' Good-good-good.' Teach them on what occasions to say
The most suitable. This is the greatest gift, which can keep you alive. Owls and storks also made some suggestions-no
But they said it wasn't worth talking about, so we didn't mention it. King Valdelmar is coming to Ueno in the swamp.
Hunting. When these nobles heard the grand occasion, they presented a pair of beautiful hounds as gifts. They chase the east.
The west is as fast as the wind and can carry one or three jack-o'-lanterns at the same time. Two old demons-they fly on things.
Son-also come to participate in the activity. They immediately taught the technology of drilling keyhole, making all doors equal to nothing.
Yes The two old demons also suggested taking the kids to the city, because they were familiar with the situation in the city. They are usually
Riding on manes and flying in the air, they always tie their hair in a knot because they like to sit on hard seats. But they are now
Sitting cross-legged on the hound, holding these young jack-o'-lanterns in their arms-they are going to the city to lead people astray.
In the room, with a hiss, they disappeared.
"This is what happened last night. Now that the jack-o'-lantern has come to this city, let's get to work-but how?
And then what? Alas! Can you tell me? There is a climate line on my big toe. It always tells me something. "
"This is completely a fairy tale." The man said.
"Yes, but this is just the beginning of a fairy tale," said the swamp woman. "Can you tell me, jack-o'-lantern behavior and
What does it feel like to do it? In what form do they lead people astray? "
"I believe," said the man, "that people can write a legend of a ghost fire, which is divided into twelve volumes, each of which tells a ghost.
It's on fire. Maybe it's better to write a popular script. "
"You write," said the swamp woman, "but you'd better let go."
"Yes, of course it's easier and more comfortable," said the man. "Because then we can get rid of the shackles of newspapers.
Yes Being bound by a newspaper is like a jack-o'-lantern glowing in rotten wood, and it is as uncomfortable as not saying a word. "
"It's none of my business," said the swamp woman. "Let others-those who can write and those who can't write-
Go and write! I'll give you an old plug on my bucket. It can open the cupboard of the poetry bottle, and you can get it from there.
Give you what you need. But you, my dear friend, your hands seem to have been dyed black enough with ink. You seem to have arrived.
At a sensible age, you don't have to run around looking for fairy tales every year. There are many important things to do in the world. you
Do you know what is happening now? "
"Ghost fire is in town now!" The man said. "I've heard of it, I know! But do you think I should?
What should I do? If I say to people,' Look, the ghost fire is moving there in solemn clothes!' People will definitely put me
Beat up. "
"They sometimes wear skirts to move!" The swamp woman said, "A jack-o'-lantern can take various forms, anywhere.
The party appeared. He went to church not to go to church, but to be attached to the priest. He took part in the election.
Speaking of it, it is not for the benefit of the country, but for himself. He is a painter or an actor. But he put
After catching the right hand, its paint box is empty! After talking for a long time, I still have to force it on me.
Pull out your throat, even if it's bad for my family. Now I'm going to save many people! this is not
Out of kindness, or to get a medal. I'm going to do the craziest thing I can, and I'm going to put it
Tell it to a poet; Only in this way will the whole city know at once. "
"The city doesn't care at all," said the man. "No one will panic. When I sue with the utmost seriousness,
Sue them and say,' The swamp woman said that the ghost fire has entered the city. Watch out! '