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在童话世界里，安徒生这个名字像一座永恒的丰碑，闪耀着最辉煌的光芒。他的一生共创作有一百六十多篇美丽的童话，本书现将他所有的作品收编于上中下三册中。 童话的情节曲折动人，童话的主人公幸福无比。打开本书，让我们畅游在安徒生童话的美妙世界中，把生活创造的更美丽。
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汉斯·克里斯蒂安·安徒生（Hans Christian Ander-sen，1805-1875）是名扬世界的童话大师。安徒生1805年4月出生于丹麦中部富恩岛上的奥登塞小镇，他编著的童话故事伴随一代又一代人的美丽童年、少年直至成年，其中《卖火柴的小女孩》、《皇帝的新装》、《丑小鸭》、《白雪皇后》等已成为世界童话宝库中的经典。
安徒生的童话同民间文学有着血缘关系，继承并发扬了民间文学朴素清新的格调。他早期的作品大多取材于民间故事，后期创作中也引用了很多民间歌谣和传说。在体裁和写作手法上，安徒生的作品是多样化的，有童话故事，也有短篇小说；有寓言，也有诗歌；既适合于儿童阅读，也适合于成年人鉴赏。在语言风格上，安徒生是一个有高度创造性的作家，在作品中大量运用丹麦下层人民的日常口语和民间故事的结构形式。语言生动、自然、流畅、优美，充满浓郁的乡土气息。
安徒生的童话同民间文学有着血缘关系，继承并发扬了民间文学朴素清新的格调。他早期的作品大多取材于民间故事，后期创作中也引用了很多民间歌谣和传说。在体裁和写作手法上，安徒生的作品是多样化的，有童话故事，也有短篇小说；有寓言，也有诗歌；既适合于儿童阅读，也适合于成年人鉴赏。在语言风格上，安徒生是一个有高度创造性的作家，在作品中大量运用丹麦下层人民的日常口语和民间故事的结构形式。语言生动、自然、流畅、优美，充满浓郁的乡土气息。
目录
93. 铁炉子/ The Iron Stove 503
94. 懒惰的纺纱妇/ The Lazy Spinner 510
95. 本领高强的四个兄弟/ The Four Skilful Brothers 513
96. 一只眼、两只眼和三只眼/ One-Eye, Two-Eyes,
and Three-Eyes 518
97. 大拇指/ Thumbling 527
98. 狐狸和马/ The Fox and the Horse 535
99. 跳破了的鞋/ The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces 537
100. 铁汉斯/ Iron Hans 542
101. 三个黑衣公主/ The Three Black Princesses 550
102. 睡美人/ Little Briar-Rose 553
103. 小羊和小鱼/ The Lambkin and the Little Fish 559
104. 旅行/ Going a Travelling 563
105. 毛驴/ The Donkey 565
106. 萝卜/ The Turnip 570
107. 返老还童/ The Old Man Made Young Again 574
108. 要饭的老太婆/ The Old Beggar-Woman 576
109. 三个懒人/ The Three Sluggards 577
110. 牧童/ The Shepherd Boy 578
111. 选择未婚妻/ Looking for a Bride 580
94. 懒惰的纺纱妇/ The Lazy Spinner 510
95. 本领高强的四个兄弟/ The Four Skilful Brothers 513
96. 一只眼、两只眼和三只眼/ One-Eye, Two-Eyes,
and Three-Eyes 518
97. 大拇指/ Thumbling 527
98. 狐狸和马/ The Fox and the Horse 535
99. 跳破了的鞋/ The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces 537
100. 铁汉斯/ Iron Hans 542
101. 三个黑衣公主/ The Three Black Princesses 550
102. 睡美人/ Little Briar-Rose 553
103. 小羊和小鱼/ The Lambkin and the Little Fish 559
104. 旅行/ Going a Travelling 563
105. 毛驴/ The Donkey 565
106. 萝卜/ The Turnip 570
107. 返老还童/ The Old Man Made Young Again 574
108. 要饭的老太婆/ The Old Beggar-Woman 576
109. 三个懒人/ The Three Sluggards 577
110. 牧童/ The Shepherd Boy 578
111. 选择未婚妻/ Looking for a Bride 580
书摘
有个名叫意达的小姑娘养了许多美丽的花儿。一天，意达发现她的花儿都枯萎了，就伤心地去问一个坐在沙发上的学生。这个学生会讲美丽的故事，会剪漂亮的图案，小意达很喜欢他。学生告诉小意达，花儿变得这样没有精神，是因为它们昨夜去参加了一场舞会。舞会就在城门外的宫殿里举行，等到夏天过去，国王和他的大臣们迁到城里去之后，花园里的花儿们就会跑到宫殿里，在那儿快乐地玩耍。所有的花儿都会来赶赴这场盛大的舞会，有两朵极美丽的玫瑰花坐到了花王和花后的宝座上，百合花、风信子、番红花、鸡冠花和紫罗兰……都尽情跳起了欢快的舞蹈。
学生还告诉了小意达许多她以前从没听说过的事情，包括花儿们在举行舞会时怎样避开宫殿管理员的注意，不让她发现；还有花儿们是怎样传达信息，通知所有的花儿来参加舞会…… 小意达对这些很感兴趣，也很开心。可是一个讨厌的枢密顾问官却看不惯学生的做法，他认为这些都是无聊的幻想。
自从听了那些关于花儿的事情后，小意达独自思考了很久。为了让那些因为跳舞而累病了的花儿们尽快好起来，她把那些花儿带到了一张很好看的小桌子前，那儿放着她最心爱的玩具。她的玩偶苏菲亚正睡在床上，小意达把苏菲亚拿到了抽屉里，让疲倦的花儿们睡在了苏菲亚的床上。到了夜晚，小意达一直在想着她的花儿们，她多想看看这盛大的舞会啊。终于，她在床上躺不住了，静静地走向了门边，朝着花儿们所在的房间偷偷地望去，看到了一幅有趣的景象。
月光透过窗子射在房间的中央，使那里就像白天一样明亮。一朵黄色的百合花在弹奏着钢琴，其他的花儿都合着拍子尽情地舞着。小意达的玩偶们被花儿们娇美的舞姿感染了，也加入进来。一个扫烟囱的玩偶把苏菲亚睡的抽屉顶开，请苏菲亚出来做他的舞伴。可是苏菲亚却不理他，以为花儿们会来邀请她，可是花儿们谁也没有理会她。于是，苏菲亚故意从桌子上摔下来，花儿们都跑过来关心她，围着她跳起舞来。这时，国王宫殿里的花儿们也来参加舞会了，还带来了一支乐队，花儿们舞得更优美了。最后，花儿们互道着晚安，小意达也钻到床上去睡了。
第二天清晨，小意达跑去看她的花儿们时，它们变得更加憔悴了，苏菲亚仍然睡在抽屉里，好像什么都没有发生过一样。小意达取出一只小小的纸盒子，将死去的花儿们都放进盒子里。等到小意达在挪威的两个表兄弟来看她的时候，小意达和他们一起将花儿们葬在了花园里，好让它们在明年夏天再长出来，成为更美丽的花朵。
y poor flowers are quite dead!?said little Ida. hey were so pretty yesterday evening, and now all the leaves hang withered. Why do they do that??she asked the student, who sat on the sofa; for she liked him very much. He knew the prettiest stories, and could cut out the most amusing pictures — hearts, with little ladies in them who danced, flowers, and great castles in which one could open the doors: he was a merry student. hy do the flowers look so faded today??she asked again, and showed him a whole bouquet, which was quite withered.
o you know what the matter with them??said the student. he flowers have been at a ball last night, and thatwhy they hang their heads. ut flowers cannot dance!?cried little Ida.
h, yes,?said the student, hen it grows dark, and we are asleep, they jump about merrily. Almost every night they have a ball. an no children go to this ball? es,?said the student, uite little daisies, and lilies of the valley. here do the most beautiful flowers dance??asked little Ida.
ave you not often been outside the town-gate, by the great castle, where the king lives in summer, and where the beautiful garden is, with all the flowers? You have seen the swans, which swim up to you when you want to give them bread crumbs? There are capital balls there, believe me. was out there in the garden yesterday, with my mother,?said Ida; ut all the leaves were off the trees, and there was not one flower left. Where are they? In the summer I saw so many.hey are within, in the castle,?replied the student. ou must know, as soon as the king and all the court go to town, the flowers run out of the garden into the castle, and are merry. You should see that. The two most beautiful roses seat themselves on the throne, and then they are king and queen; all the red coxcombs range themselves on either side, and stand and bow; they are the chamberlains. Then all the pretty flowers come, and there is a great ball. The blue violets represent little naval cadets: they dance with hyacinths and crocuses, which they call young ladies; the tulips and the great tiger-lilies are old ladies who keep watch that the dancing is well done, and that everything goes on with propriety. ut,?asked little Ida, oes nobody do anything to the flowers, for dancing in the king castle?here is nobody who really knows about it,?answered the student. ometimes, certainly, the old steward of the castle comes at night, and he has to watch there. He has a great bunch of keys with him; but as soon as the flowers hear the keys rattle they are quite quiet, hide behind the long curtains, and only poke their heads out. Then the old steward says, smell that there are flowers here,?but he cannot see them.
hat is famous!?cried little Ida, clapping her hands. ut should not I be able to see the flowers? es,?said the student; nly remember, when you go out again, to peep through the window; then you will see them. That is what I did today. There was a long yellow lily lying on the sofa and stretching herself. She imagined herself to be a court lady.an the flowers out of the Botanical Garden get there? Can they go the long distance?es, certainly,?replied the student; f they like they can fly. Have you not seen the beautiful butterflies, red, yellow, and white? They almost look like flowers; and that is what they have been. They have flown off their stalks high into the air, and have beaten it with their leaves, as if these leaves were little wings, and thus they flew. And because they behaved themselves well, they got leave to fly about in the daytime too, and were not obliged to go home again and to sit still upon their stalks; and thus at last the leaves became real wings. That you have seen yourself. It may be, however, that the flowers in the Botanical Garden have never been in the King castle, or that they don know of the merry proceedings there at night. Therefore I will tell you something: he will be very much surprised, the botanical professor, who lives close by here. You know him, do you not? When you come into his garden, you must tell one of the flowers that there is a great ball yonder in the castle. Then that flower will tell it to all the rest, and then they will fly away: if the professor then comes out into the garden, there will not be a single flower left, and he won be able to make out, where they are gone.ut how can one flower tell it to another? For, you know, flowers cannot speak.hat they cannot, certainly,?replied the student; ut then they make signs. Have you not noticed that when the wind blows a little, the flowers nod at one another, and move all their green leaves? They can understand that just as well as if they talked.an the professor understand these signs??asked little Ida.
es, certainly. He came one morning into his garden, and saw a great stinging- nettle standing there, and making signs to a beautiful red carnation with its leaves. It was saying, ou are so pretty, and I love you so much.?But the professor does not like that kind of thing, and he directly slapped the stinging-nettle upon its leaves, for those are its fingers; but he stung himself, and since that time he has not dared to touch a stinging-nettle.hat was funny,?cried little Ida; and she laughed.
ow can any one put such notions into a child head??said the tiresome privy councillor, who had come to pay a visit, and was sitting on the sofa. He did not like the student, and always grumbled when he saw him cutting out the comical funny pictures — sometimes a man hanging on a gibbet and holding a heart in hishand, to show that he stole hearts; sometimes an old witch riding on a broom, and carrying her husband on her nose. The councillor could not bear this, and then he said, just as he did now, ow can any one put such notions into a child head? Those are stupid fancies! But to little Ida, what the student told about her flowers seemed very entertaining; and she thought much about it. The flowers hung their heads, for they were tired because they had danced all night; they were certainly ill. Then she went with them to all her other toys, which stood on a pretty little table, and the whole drawer was full of beautiful things. In the doll bed lay her doll Sophy, asleep; but little Ida said to her, ou must really get up, Sophy, and manage to lie in the drawer for tonight. The poor flowers are ill, and they, must lie in your bed; perhaps they will then get well again.And she at once took the doll out; but the doll looked cross, and did not say a single word; for she was angry because she could not keep her own bed.
Then little Ida laid the flowers in the doll bed, pulled the little coverlet quite up over them, and said they were to lie still and be good, and she would make them some tea, so that they might get well again, and be able to get up tomorrow. And she drew the curtains closely round the little bed, so that the sun should not shine in their eyes.
The whole evening through she could not help thinking of what the student had told her. And when she was going to bed herself, she was obliged first to look behind the curtain which hung before the windows where her mother beautiful flowers stood — hyacinths as well as tulips; then she whispered quite softly, know youe going to the ball tonight!?But the flowers made as if they did not understand a word, and did not stir a leaf; but still little Ida knew what she knew.
When she was in bed she lay for a long time thinking how pretty it must be to see the beautiful flowers dancing out in the king castle. wonder if my flowers have really been there??And then she fell asleep. In the night she awoke again: she had dreamed of the flowers, and of the student with whom the councillor found fault. It was quite quiet in the bedroom where little Ida lay; the night-lamp burned on the table, and father and mother were asleep.
wonder if my flowers are still lying in Sophy bed??she thought to herself. ow I should like to know it!?She raised herself a little, and looked at the door, which stood ajar; within lay the flowers and all her playthings. She listened, and then it seemed to her as if she heard some one playing on the piano in the next room, but quite softly and prettily, as she had never heard it before.
ow all the flowers are certainly dancing in there!?thought she. h, how much I should like to see it!?But she dared not get up, for she would have disturbed her father and mother.
f they would only come in!?thought she. But the flowers did not come, and the music continued to play beautifully; then she could not bear it any longer, for it was too pretty; she crept out of her little bed, and went quietly to the door, and looked into the room. Oh, how splendid it was, what she saw!
学生还告诉了小意达许多她以前从没听说过的事情，包括花儿们在举行舞会时怎样避开宫殿管理员的注意，不让她发现；还有花儿们是怎样传达信息，通知所有的花儿来参加舞会…… 小意达对这些很感兴趣，也很开心。可是一个讨厌的枢密顾问官却看不惯学生的做法，他认为这些都是无聊的幻想。
自从听了那些关于花儿的事情后，小意达独自思考了很久。为了让那些因为跳舞而累病了的花儿们尽快好起来，她把那些花儿带到了一张很好看的小桌子前，那儿放着她最心爱的玩具。她的玩偶苏菲亚正睡在床上，小意达把苏菲亚拿到了抽屉里，让疲倦的花儿们睡在了苏菲亚的床上。到了夜晚，小意达一直在想着她的花儿们，她多想看看这盛大的舞会啊。终于，她在床上躺不住了，静静地走向了门边，朝着花儿们所在的房间偷偷地望去，看到了一幅有趣的景象。
月光透过窗子射在房间的中央，使那里就像白天一样明亮。一朵黄色的百合花在弹奏着钢琴，其他的花儿都合着拍子尽情地舞着。小意达的玩偶们被花儿们娇美的舞姿感染了，也加入进来。一个扫烟囱的玩偶把苏菲亚睡的抽屉顶开，请苏菲亚出来做他的舞伴。可是苏菲亚却不理他，以为花儿们会来邀请她，可是花儿们谁也没有理会她。于是，苏菲亚故意从桌子上摔下来，花儿们都跑过来关心她，围着她跳起舞来。这时，国王宫殿里的花儿们也来参加舞会了，还带来了一支乐队，花儿们舞得更优美了。最后，花儿们互道着晚安，小意达也钻到床上去睡了。
第二天清晨，小意达跑去看她的花儿们时，它们变得更加憔悴了，苏菲亚仍然睡在抽屉里，好像什么都没有发生过一样。小意达取出一只小小的纸盒子，将死去的花儿们都放进盒子里。等到小意达在挪威的两个表兄弟来看她的时候，小意达和他们一起将花儿们葬在了花园里，好让它们在明年夏天再长出来，成为更美丽的花朵。
y poor flowers are quite dead!?said little Ida. hey were so pretty yesterday evening, and now all the leaves hang withered. Why do they do that??she asked the student, who sat on the sofa; for she liked him very much. He knew the prettiest stories, and could cut out the most amusing pictures — hearts, with little ladies in them who danced, flowers, and great castles in which one could open the doors: he was a merry student. hy do the flowers look so faded today??she asked again, and showed him a whole bouquet, which was quite withered.
o you know what the matter with them??said the student. he flowers have been at a ball last night, and thatwhy they hang their heads. ut flowers cannot dance!?cried little Ida.
h, yes,?said the student, hen it grows dark, and we are asleep, they jump about merrily. Almost every night they have a ball. an no children go to this ball? es,?said the student, uite little daisies, and lilies of the valley. here do the most beautiful flowers dance??asked little Ida.
ave you not often been outside the town-gate, by the great castle, where the king lives in summer, and where the beautiful garden is, with all the flowers? You have seen the swans, which swim up to you when you want to give them bread crumbs? There are capital balls there, believe me. was out there in the garden yesterday, with my mother,?said Ida; ut all the leaves were off the trees, and there was not one flower left. Where are they? In the summer I saw so many.hey are within, in the castle,?replied the student. ou must know, as soon as the king and all the court go to town, the flowers run out of the garden into the castle, and are merry. You should see that. The two most beautiful roses seat themselves on the throne, and then they are king and queen; all the red coxcombs range themselves on either side, and stand and bow; they are the chamberlains. Then all the pretty flowers come, and there is a great ball. The blue violets represent little naval cadets: they dance with hyacinths and crocuses, which they call young ladies; the tulips and the great tiger-lilies are old ladies who keep watch that the dancing is well done, and that everything goes on with propriety. ut,?asked little Ida, oes nobody do anything to the flowers, for dancing in the king castle?here is nobody who really knows about it,?answered the student. ometimes, certainly, the old steward of the castle comes at night, and he has to watch there. He has a great bunch of keys with him; but as soon as the flowers hear the keys rattle they are quite quiet, hide behind the long curtains, and only poke their heads out. Then the old steward says, smell that there are flowers here,?but he cannot see them.
hat is famous!?cried little Ida, clapping her hands. ut should not I be able to see the flowers? es,?said the student; nly remember, when you go out again, to peep through the window; then you will see them. That is what I did today. There was a long yellow lily lying on the sofa and stretching herself. She imagined herself to be a court lady.an the flowers out of the Botanical Garden get there? Can they go the long distance?es, certainly,?replied the student; f they like they can fly. Have you not seen the beautiful butterflies, red, yellow, and white? They almost look like flowers; and that is what they have been. They have flown off their stalks high into the air, and have beaten it with their leaves, as if these leaves were little wings, and thus they flew. And because they behaved themselves well, they got leave to fly about in the daytime too, and were not obliged to go home again and to sit still upon their stalks; and thus at last the leaves became real wings. That you have seen yourself. It may be, however, that the flowers in the Botanical Garden have never been in the King castle, or that they don know of the merry proceedings there at night. Therefore I will tell you something: he will be very much surprised, the botanical professor, who lives close by here. You know him, do you not? When you come into his garden, you must tell one of the flowers that there is a great ball yonder in the castle. Then that flower will tell it to all the rest, and then they will fly away: if the professor then comes out into the garden, there will not be a single flower left, and he won be able to make out, where they are gone.ut how can one flower tell it to another? For, you know, flowers cannot speak.hat they cannot, certainly,?replied the student; ut then they make signs. Have you not noticed that when the wind blows a little, the flowers nod at one another, and move all their green leaves? They can understand that just as well as if they talked.an the professor understand these signs??asked little Ida.
es, certainly. He came one morning into his garden, and saw a great stinging- nettle standing there, and making signs to a beautiful red carnation with its leaves. It was saying, ou are so pretty, and I love you so much.?But the professor does not like that kind of thing, and he directly slapped the stinging-nettle upon its leaves, for those are its fingers; but he stung himself, and since that time he has not dared to touch a stinging-nettle.hat was funny,?cried little Ida; and she laughed.
ow can any one put such notions into a child head??said the tiresome privy councillor, who had come to pay a visit, and was sitting on the sofa. He did not like the student, and always grumbled when he saw him cutting out the comical funny pictures — sometimes a man hanging on a gibbet and holding a heart in hishand, to show that he stole hearts; sometimes an old witch riding on a broom, and carrying her husband on her nose. The councillor could not bear this, and then he said, just as he did now, ow can any one put such notions into a child head? Those are stupid fancies! But to little Ida, what the student told about her flowers seemed very entertaining; and she thought much about it. The flowers hung their heads, for they were tired because they had danced all night; they were certainly ill. Then she went with them to all her other toys, which stood on a pretty little table, and the whole drawer was full of beautiful things. In the doll bed lay her doll Sophy, asleep; but little Ida said to her, ou must really get up, Sophy, and manage to lie in the drawer for tonight. The poor flowers are ill, and they, must lie in your bed; perhaps they will then get well again.And she at once took the doll out; but the doll looked cross, and did not say a single word; for she was angry because she could not keep her own bed.
Then little Ida laid the flowers in the doll bed, pulled the little coverlet quite up over them, and said they were to lie still and be good, and she would make them some tea, so that they might get well again, and be able to get up tomorrow. And she drew the curtains closely round the little bed, so that the sun should not shine in their eyes.
The whole evening through she could not help thinking of what the student had told her. And when she was going to bed herself, she was obliged first to look behind the curtain which hung before the windows where her mother beautiful flowers stood — hyacinths as well as tulips; then she whispered quite softly, know youe going to the ball tonight!?But the flowers made as if they did not understand a word, and did not stir a leaf; but still little Ida knew what she knew.
When she was in bed she lay for a long time thinking how pretty it must be to see the beautiful flowers dancing out in the king castle. wonder if my flowers have really been there??And then she fell asleep. In the night she awoke again: she had dreamed of the flowers, and of the student with whom the councillor found fault. It was quite quiet in the bedroom where little Ida lay; the night-lamp burned on the table, and father and mother were asleep.
wonder if my flowers are still lying in Sophy bed??she thought to herself. ow I should like to know it!?She raised herself a little, and looked at the door, which stood ajar; within lay the flowers and all her playthings. She listened, and then it seemed to her as if she heard some one playing on the piano in the next room, but quite softly and prettily, as she had never heard it before.
ow all the flowers are certainly dancing in there!?thought she. h, how much I should like to see it!?But she dared not get up, for she would have disturbed her father and mother.
f they would only come in!?thought she. But the flowers did not come, and the music continued to play beautifully; then she could not bear it any longer, for it was too pretty; she crept out of her little bed, and went quietly to the door, and looked into the room. Oh, how splendid it was, what she saw!
