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安徒生童話故事第69篇：天上落下來的一片葉子A Leaf from Heaven
引導(dǎo)語：秋季來臨，天上落下一片葉子，那是很自然的，那么下文的《天上落下來的一片葉子》安徒生童話故事，與大家分享閱讀，看看大家能從中讀懂什么?
在稀薄的、清爽的空氣中，有一個(gè)安琪兒拿著天上花園中的一朵花在高高地飛。當(dāng)她在吻著這朵花的時(shí)候，有一小片花瓣落到樹林中潮濕的地上。這花瓣馬上就生了根，并且在許多別的植物中間冒出芽來。
“這真是一根很滑稽的插枝。”別的植物說。薊和蕁麻都不認(rèn)識(shí)它。
“這一定是花園里長(zhǎng)的一種植物!”它們說，并且還發(fā)出一聲冷笑。它們認(rèn)為它是花園里的一種植物而開它的玩笑。但是它跟別的植物不同;它在不停地生長(zhǎng);它把長(zhǎng)枝子向四面伸開來。
“你要伸到什么地方去呢?”高大的薊說。它的每片葉子都長(zhǎng)滿了刺。“你占的地方太多!這真是豈有此理!我們可不能扶持你呀!”
冬天來了;雪把植物蓋住了。不過雪層上發(fā)出光，好像有太陽從底下照上來似的。在春天的時(shí)候，這棵植物開出花來;它比樹林里的任何植物都要美麗。
這時(shí)來了一位植物學(xué)教授。他有許多學(xué)位來說明他的身份。他對(duì)這棵植物望了一眼，檢驗(yàn)了一番;但是他發(fā)現(xiàn)他的植物體系內(nèi)沒有這種東西。他簡(jiǎn)直沒有辦法把它分類。
“它是一種變種!”他說。“我不認(rèn)識(shí)它，它不屬于任何一科!”
“不屬于任何一科!”薊和蕁麻說。
周圍的許多大樹都聽到了這些話。它們也看出來了，這種植物不屬于它們的系統(tǒng)。但是它們什么話也不說——不說壞話，也不說好話。對(duì)于傻子說來，這是一種最聰明的辦法。
這時(shí)有一個(gè)貧苦的天真女孩子走過樹林。她的心很純潔;因?yàn)樗行判模运睦斫饬軓?qiáng)。她全部的財(cái)產(chǎn)只是一部很舊的《圣經(jīng)》，不過她在每頁書上都聽見上帝的聲音：如果有人想對(duì)你做壞事，你要記住約瑟的故事——“他們?cè)谛睦锵胫鴫氖虑椋巧系郯阉兂勺詈玫臇|西。”如果你受到委屈，被人誤解或者被人侮辱，你只須記住上帝：他是一個(gè)最純潔、最善良的人。他為那些譏笑他和把他釘上十字架的人祈禱：“天父，請(qǐng)?jiān)徦麄儼桑麄儾恢浪麄冏约涸谧鍪裁词虑?”
女孩子站在這棵稀奇的植物面前——它的綠葉發(fā)出甜蜜和清新的香氣，它的花朵在太陽光中射出五光十色的焰火般的光彩。每朵花發(fā)出一種音樂，好像它里面有一股音樂的泉水，幾千年也流不盡。女孩子懷著虔誠的心情，望著造物主的這些美麗的創(chuàng)造。她順手把一根枝條拉過來，細(xì)看它上面的花朵，聞一聞這些花朵的香氣。她心里輕松起來，感到一種愉快。她很想摘下一朵花，但是她不忍把它折斷，因?yàn)檫@樣花就會(huì)凋謝了。她只是摘下一片綠葉。她把它帶回家來，夾在《圣經(jīng)》里。葉子在這本書里永遠(yuǎn)保持新鮮，從來沒有凋謝。
葉子就這樣藏在《圣經(jīng)》里。幾個(gè)星期以后，當(dāng)這女孩子躺在棺材里的時(shí)候，《圣經(jīng)》就放在她的頭底下。她安靜的臉上露出了一種莊嚴(yán)的、死后的虔誠的表情，好像她的這個(gè)塵世的軀殼，就說明她現(xiàn)在已經(jīng)是在上帝面前。
但是那棵奇異的植物仍然在樹林里開著花。它很快就要長(zhǎng)成一棵樹了。許多候鳥，特別是鸛鳥和燕子，都飛到這兒來，在它面前低頭致敬。
“這東西已經(jīng)有點(diǎn)洋派頭了!”薊和牛蒡說。“我們這些本鄉(xiāng)生長(zhǎng)的植物從來沒有這副樣子!”
黑蝸牛實(shí)際上已經(jīng)在這植物身上吐粘液了。
這時(shí)有一個(gè)豬倌來了。他正在采集蕁麻和蔓藤，目的是要把它們燒出一點(diǎn)灰來。這棵奇異的植物也被連根拔起來了，扎在一個(gè)柴捆里。“也叫它能夠有點(diǎn)用處!”他說，同時(shí)他也就這樣做了。
但是這個(gè)國家的君主多少年以來一直害著很重的憂郁病。他是非常忙碌和勤儉，但是這對(duì)他的病卻沒有什么幫助。人們念些深?yuàn)W的書給他聽，或念些世上最輕松的讀物給他聽，但這對(duì)他的病也沒有什么好處。人們請(qǐng)教世界上一個(gè)最聰明的人，這人派來一個(gè)信使。信使對(duì)大家說，要減輕和治好國王的病，現(xiàn)在只有一種藥方。“在國王的領(lǐng)土里，有一個(gè)樹林里長(zhǎng)著一棵來自天上的植物。它的形狀是如此這般，人們決不會(huì)弄錯(cuò)。”這兒還附帶有一張關(guān)于這棵植物的圖解，誰一看就可以認(rèn)得出來。“它不論在冬天或夏天都是綠的。人們只須每天晚上摘下一片新鮮的葉子，把它放在國王的額上，那么國王的頭腦就會(huì)變得清新，他夜間就會(huì)做一個(gè)美麗的夢(mèng)，他第二天也就會(huì)有精神了。”
這個(gè)說明已經(jīng)是夠清楚了。所有的醫(yī)生和那位植物學(xué)教授都到樹林里去——是的，不過這棵植物在什么地方呢?
“我想我已經(jīng)把它扎進(jìn)柴捆里去了!”豬倌說，“它早就已經(jīng)燒成灰了。別的事情我不知道!”
“你不知道!”大家齊聲說。“啊，愚蠢啊!愚蠢啊!你是多么偉大啊!”
豬倌聽到這話可能感到非常難過，因?yàn)檫@是專講給他一個(gè)人聽的。
他們連一片葉子也沒有找到。那唯一的一片葉子是藏在那個(gè)死女孩的棺材里，而這事情誰也不知道。
于是國王在極度的憂郁中親自走到樹林中的那塊地方去。
“那棵植物曾經(jīng)在這兒生長(zhǎng)過!”他說。“這是一塊神圣的地方!”
于是這塊地的周圍就豎起了一道金欄桿。有一個(gè)哨兵日夜在這兒站崗。
植物學(xué)教授寫了一篇關(guān)于這棵天上植物的論文。他憑這篇論文得到了勛章。這對(duì)他說來是一件很愉快的事情，而且對(duì)于他和他的家庭也非常相稱。事實(shí)上這是這整個(gè)故事最有趣的一段，因?yàn)檫@棵植物不見了。國王仍然是憂郁和沮喪的。“不過他一直是這樣。”哨兵說。
天上落下來的一片葉子英文版：
A Leaf from Heaven
HIGH up in the clear, pure air flew an angel, with a flower plucked from the garden of heaven. As he was kissing the flower a very little leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in the middle of a wood. It immediately took root, sprouted, and sent out shoots among the other plants.
“What a ridiculous little shoot!” said one. “No one will recognize it; not even the thistle nor the stinging-nettle.”
“It must be a kind of garden plant,” said another; and so they sneered and despised the plant as a thing from a garden.
“Where are you coming?” said the tall thistles whose leaves were all armed with thorns. “It is stupid nonsense to allow yourself to shoot out in this way; we are not here to support you.”
Winter came, and the plant was covered with snow, but the snow glittered over it as if it had sunshine beneath as well as above.
When spring came, the plant appeared in full bloom: a more beautiful object than any other plant in the forest. And now the professor of botany presented himself, one who could explain his knowledge in black and white. He examined and tested the plant, but it did not belong to his system of botany, nor could he possibly find out to what class it did belong. “It must be some degenerate species,” said he; “I do not know it, and it is not mentioned in any system.”
“Not known in any system!” repeated the thistles and the nettles.
The large trees which grew round it saw the plant and heard the remarks, but they said not a word either good or bad, which is the wisest plan for those who are ignorant.
There passed through the forest a poor innocent girl; her heart was pure, and her understanding increased by her faith. Her chief inheritance had been an old Bible, which she read and valued. From its pages she heard the voice of God speaking to her, and telling her to remember what was said of Joseph’s brethren when persons wished to injure her. “They imagined evil in their hearts, but God turned it to good.” If we suffer wrongfully, if we are misunderstood or despised, we must think of Him who was pure and holy, and who prayed for those who nailed Him to the cross, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
The girl stood still before the wonderful plant, for the green leaves exhaled a sweet and refreshing fragrance, and the flowers glittered and sparkled in the sunshine like colored flames, and the harmony of sweet sounds lingered round them as if each concealed within itself a deep fount of melody, which thousands of years could not exhaust. With pious gratitude the girl looked upon this glorious work of God, and bent down over one of the branches, that she might examine the flower and inhale the sweet perfume. Then a light broke in on her mind, and her heart expanded. Gladly would she have plucked a flower, but she could not overcome her reluctance to break one off. She knew it would so soon fade; so she took only a single green leaf, carried it home, and laid it in her Bible, where it remained ever green, fresh, and unfading. Between the pages of the Bible it still lay when, a few weeks afterwards, that Bible was laid under the young girl’s head in her coffin. A holy calm rested on her face, as if the earthly remains bore the impress of the truth that she now stood in the presence of God.
In the forest the wonderful plant still continued to bloom till it grew and became almost a tree, and all the birds of passage bowed themselves before it.
“That plant is a foreigner, no doubt,” said the thistles and the burdocks. “We can never conduct ourselves like that in this country.” And the black forest snails actually spat at the flower.
Then came the swineherd; he was collecting thistles and shrubs to burn them for the ashes. He pulled up the wonderful plant, roots and all, and placed it in his bundle. “This will be as useful as any,” he said; so the plant was carried away.
Not long after, the king of the country suffered from the deepest melancholy. He was diligent and industrious, but employment did him no good. They read deep and learned books to him, and then the lightest and most trifling that could be found, but all to no purpose. Then they applied for advice to one of the wise men of the world, and he sent them a message to say that there was one remedy which would relieve and cure him, and that it was a plant of heavenly origin which grew in the forest in the king’s own dominions. The messenger described the flower so that is appearance could not be mistaken.
Then said the swineherd, “I am afraid I carried this plant away from the forest in my bundle, and it has been burnt to ashes long ago. But I did not know any better.”
“You did not know, any better! Ignorance upon ignorance indeed!”
The poor swineherd took these words to heart, for they were addressed to him; he knew not that there were others who were equally ignorant. Not even a leaf of the plant could be found. There was one, but it lay in the coffin of the dead; no one knew anything about it.
Then the king, in his melancholy, wandered out to the spot in the wood. “Here is where the plant stood,” he said; “it is a sacred place.” Then he ordered that the place should be surrounded with a golden railing, and a sentry stationed near it.
The botanical professor wrote a long treatise about the heavenly plant, and for this he was loaded with gold, which improved the position of himself and his family.
And this part is really the most pleasant part of the story. For the plant had disappeared, and the king remained as melancholy and sad as ever, but the sentry said he had always been so.
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