Nightingale and Rose Oscar (translated by Lin Huiyin)

"She said she would dance with me as long as I gave her some red roses," said a young student,
"But in my garden, there is no red rose ."
These words were heard by the nightingale in her nest on the tree, and she leaned out from the green leaves and looked around.
"I couldn't find any red rose in my garden," he cried and said, a pair of beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Alas,
Is Happiness dependent on such a small thing! I have read all the articles written by wise men, and all the mysteries of knowledge are included in
In my mind, however, I have to live a painful life because of the lack of a red rose ."
"There is a real lover here," nightingale said to herself. "Although I don't know him, I will
Singing for him at night, I will tell the stars his story every night. Now I have seen him, his hair.
His lips are as red as the rose he wants, and his feelings make him pale
Teeth, sad marks also climbed up his brow ."
"The prince will have a dance party tomorrow evening," the young student muttered to himself. "my loved ones are coming. Assume that I
Send her a red rose, and she will dance with me to Tian Ming; if I give her a red rose, I will be able to hold her waist, she
I will also put my head on my shoulder, her hand will be in my hand. But there is no red rose in my garden.
Sitting there alone, watching her pass. She won't notice me, and my heart will be broken ."
"This is indeed a real lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing for is what he suffers and what I do.
Happy things are painful to him. Love is really a wonderful thing, it is more precious than the green gem, than the cat eye stone
More unusual. Neither pearl nor pomegranate can be exchanged. They cannot be purchased in the market. They cannot be purchased from merchants, and they cannot use porn.
."
"The musicians will sit in their corridor," says the young students. "They play their stringy instrument. My beloved
It will dance in the music of the harps and violin. She jumped so easily and cheerfully that she didn't even rub her heels on the floor. That
Some servants dressed in gorgeous costumes surrounded her. However, she just won't dance with me because I don't have any red roses.
To her ." So he flushed onto the lawn and burst into tears with his hands covered his face.
"Why is he crying ?" Asked, as a green little lizard climbing its tail across him.
"Yes, why ?" A butterfly said she was chasing a ray of sunshine for dancing.
"Yes, why ?" A daisy whispered to her neighbor in a low voice.
"He cried for a red rose ." Nightingale tells everyone.
"For a red rose ?" They shouted. "Funny !" The little lizard said that he is a mocking person.
People can't help laughing.
But only the nightingale understands the cause of the sorrow of the student. She sat silently on the oak tree, imagining the mysteries of love.
Suddenly she stretched out her brown wings and flew into the air. She flew over the grove like a shadow and looked like a shadow.
Like flying over the garden.
There was a beautiful rose tree in the center of a piece of grass. She saw the tree and flew over to it, falling into a small one.
Branches.
"Give me a red rose," she shouted. "I will sing my sweetest song for you ."
But shuer shook his head.
"My Rose is white," he replied. "The White is like the waves of the sea, and the white is more than the accumulation on the top of the hill.
Snow. But you can go to my brother next to the ancient Japanese TV, maybe he can meet your needs ."
Then the nightingale flew to the rose tree that grew next to the ancient sun's artifact.
"Give me a red rose," she said. "I will sing my sweetest song for you ."
But shuer shook his head.
"My Rose is yellow," It replied, "Yellow is like the hair of a mermaid sitting on the throne of amber, yellow
Over the daffodils that bloom on the grass before the cutover with a sickle came. But you can go to my senior student's window.
Maybe he can meet your needs ."
So the night apartment flew to the rose tree that grew under the Student's window.
"Give me a red rose," she said, "I will sing my sweetest song for you ."
But shuer shook his head.
"My Rose is red," he replied.
. However, my blood vessels have been frozen in winter. Frost and snow have destroyed my flower buds, and the storm has broken me down.
I will not have any more roses this year ."
"I only need a rose," cried the Nightingale. "Only one red rose is needed! Is there no way for me to get
It ?"
"There is a way," the tree replied, "but it is terrible. I dare not say anything to you ."
"Tell me," said Nightingale. "I'm not afraid ."
"If you want a red rose," said the tree. "You must use the moonlight to make it with music and use it.
The blood in your chest is red. You must stick your chest to a thorn of mine to sing. You want to sing a whole song for me
Night, the thorn must penetrate your chest, your blood must flow into my blood vessels, and become my blood ."
"The price for changing a rose from death is very high," cried the Nightingale. "Life is right to everyone.
Very valuable. Sitting on the tree watching the sun driving her carriage, watching the moon driving her pearl carriage is a pleasure
Events. Hawthorn emits a scent, and it is also fragrant to the wind and Lily grass hiding in the valley and the South stone flowers blooming in the hills. However, love
Love is better than life. Besides, how can a bird's heart beat others ?"
Then she opened her brown wings and flew across the sky. She flew over the garden like a shadow and looked like a shadow.
Through the grove.
The young student is still lying on the lawn, and his beautiful eyes are still weeping like when she leaves.
"Get up happily," said the Nightingale. "Get up happily. You will get your red rose. I want to be in moonlight
It was made up of music, and the blood in my chest was red. Only one thing I want you to repay me is you.
Be a real lover, because although philosophy is wise, love is smarter than her. Although power is great
Love is greater than him. The flame red the wings of love, so that his body is as red as a flame. His lips are like honey
Sweet; his breath is as sweet as milk ."
The student looked up from the lawn and listened, but he did not know what the Nightingale was talking to him, because he only knew
Those things written in books.
But oak knew in his heart that he felt very uncomfortable, because he liked the night which only made a nest on his branches.
Ying.
"Sing the last song to me," he said softly. "I will feel very lonely when you leave ."
So the nightingale sang a song to the oak tree, and her voice was like the boiling water in the silver jar.
When her singing stops, the student stood up from the grass and took out a notebook and a pencil from his pocket.
"She looks really nice," he said to himself, and walked away through the Grove. "This is undeniable;
But is she emotional? I'm afraid she does not. As a matter of fact, she is like a majority of artists. She only pays attention to the form and has no responsibility.
He sincerely. She will not sacrifice for others. She only thinks about music. Everyone knows that art is selfish. But I cannot
She does not admit that her song has some beautiful tones. It is a pity that they have no meaning or are not actually good.
." He walked into the room, lying in his own small simple bed, remembering his beloved man, and soon entered.
Mengxiang.
When the moon hangs on the sky, the nightingale will fly toward the rose tree and pin the flower thorn with his chest. She uses her chest
With a thorn sing for a whole night, even the cold moon like crystal also leaned down to listen. She kept singing all night, stabbed in
The deeper the thorn on her chest, the blood on her body will soon flow out.
She began to sing the love in the hearts of boys and girls. Opening an abnormal rose on the highest branch of the rose tree
Song, song sang one after another, and the petals were also open. At first, the flowers were white, like hanging over the river.
Smog-White is like the foot of the morning, white is like the wings of dawn. The rose that blooms on the top of the branches,
Like a rose in a silver mirror.
However, the tree shouted at the nightingale to tighten the thorn. "The top is tight, little nightingale," the tree shouted. "Otherwise, Mei
The day of renewal is approaching ."
So the nightingale pressed the thorn tighter, and her singing became louder and louder, because she sang a pair of adult men and women's hearts.
Born passion.
A faint red halo climbs up the rose petals, just like the red halo on the face when the groom kisses the bride. But the flower thorn
Before reaching the nightingale's heart, the Rose's heart is still white, because only the blood in the nightingale's heart can dye the red rose
Flowers.
At this time, the tree shouted that the Nightingale was more tight. "It's more tight, little nightingale." The tree shouted, "otherwise, Rose.
It will be bright before the end of the day ."
So the nightingale pushed the Rose Thorn closer to the top, stabbed her own heart, a burst of violent pain attacked her whole
Body. The pain is getting more and more severe, and the song is getting more and more intense, because she sings the love completed by death, singing in the grave
Also immortal love.
In the end, this extraordinary Rose turned into a deep red, like the red glow of the Oriental Sky, the outer ring of the petals is a deep red, flower
The heart is blushing like a ruby.
However, the song of the nightingale became weaker and weaker. Her wings began to blow, and a layer of fog film climbed onto her double
. Her voice became weaker, and she felt something was blocked by her throat.
Then she sang the last song. Listening to the song, the bright moon forgot the dawn and lingers in the sky. Red Rose
When I heard the song, I was excited and opened all the petals to welcome the cool morning breeze. Echo brings the song back to the mountains
In the purple cave, wake up the sleep shepherd from the dreamland. The song floated across the river's Reed, and the reed sent its voice again
The sea.
"Quick look, quick look !" The tree cried. "The Rose has grown ." But the Nightingale did not answer, because she was already lying down
It died in the long grass, and the Thorn was still in the mouth.
At noon, the student opened the window and looked out.
"Ah, good luck !" He shouted, "There is a red rose! I have never had a rose like this.
I have seen it before. It is so beautiful. I dare say it has a long Latin name ." He bent down and picked it down.
Then he put on his hat, picked up the rose, and ran to the professor's house.
The professor's daughter was sitting at the door, spinning blue silk lines on the drive, and her puppy lay beside her feet.
"You said that as long as I send you a red rose, you will dance with me," said the student. "This is the world's most
A red rose. You put it on your chest tonight. When we dance together, it will tell you how much I am.
Love you ."
However, the girl frowned.
"I am worried that it does not match my clothes," she replied. "Besides, the Court Minister's nephew has given me some
Everyone knows that precious jewelry is more valuable than flowers ."
"Oh, I want to say, you are an ungrateful person," said the student angrily. I threw the rose to the street, Mei
The horse fell into the gutter and a carriage ran over it.
"Ungrateful !" The girl said, "Let me tell you, you are too rude. Besides, what are you? Only a student.
Ah, I dare say you won't have silver buttons on your shoes like the Court Minister's nephew ." Then she stood up from the Chair and headed for the house.
.
"How foolish love is !" The student said, "It is less than half the logic, because it proves everything.
Obviously, it always tells people something that won't happen, and it also makes people believe in some unrealistic things. To be honest,
It was not practical at all. In that age, everything had to be practical. I want to go back to philosophy to learn the east of Metaphysics
West ."
Then he went back to his room, took out the big book full of dust, and read it.