小学英语安徒生童话系列八theBell_Deep钟渊阅读素材2VIP

theBell-DeepbyHansChristianAndersen（1857）ING-DONG！ding-dong！“Itsoundsupfromthe”bell-deep“intheOdense-Au.EverychildintheoldtownofOdense，ontheislandofFunen，knowstheAu，whichwashesthegardensroundaboutthetown，andflowsonunderthewoodenbridgesfromthedamtothewater-mill.IntheAugrowtheyellowwater-liliesandbrownfeatheryreeds；thedarkvelvetyflaggrowsthere，highandthick；oldanddecayedwillows，slantingandtottering，hangfaroutoverthestreambesidethemonksmeadowandbythebleachingground；butoppositetherearegardensupongardens，eachdifferentfromtherest，somewithprettyflowersandbowerslikelittledollspleasuregrounds，oftendisplayingcabbageandotherkitchenplants；andhereandtherethegardenscannotbeseenatall，fortheGREateldertreesthatspreadthemselvesoutbythebank，andhangfaroutoverthestreamingwaters，whicharedeeperhereandtherethananoarcanfathom.Oppositetheoldnunneryisthedeepestplace，whichiscalledthe”bell-deep，“andtheredwellstheoldwaterspirit，the”Au-mann.“Thisspiritsleepsthroughthedaywhilethesunshinesdownuponthewater；butinstarryandmoonlitnightsheshowshimself.Heisveryold.Grandmothersaysthatshehasheardherowngrandmothertellofhim；heissaidtoleadasolitarylife，andtohavenobodywithwhomhecanconversesavethegreatoldchurchBell.OncetheBellhunginthechurchtower；butnowthereisnotraceleftofthetowerorofthechurch，whichwascalledSt.Albans.“Ding-dong！ding-dong！”soundedtheBell，whenthetowerstillstoodthere；andoneevening，whilethesunwassetting，andtheBellwasswingingawaybravely，itbrokelooseandcameflyingdownthroughtheair，thebrilliantmetalshiningintheruddybeam.“Ding-dong！ding-dong！NowIllretiretorest！”sangtheBell，andflewdownintotheOdense-Au，whereitisdeepest；andthatiswhytheplaceiscalledthe“bell-deep.”ButtheBellgotneitherrestnorsleep.DownintheAu-mannshauntitsoundsandrings，sothatthetonessometimespierceupwardthroughthewaters；andmanypeoplemaintainthatitsstrainsforebodethedeathofsomeone；butthatisnottrue，fortheBellisonlytalkingwiththeAu-mann，whoisnownolongeralone.AndwhatistheBelltelling？Itisold，veryold，aswehavealreadyobserved；itwastherelongbeforegrandmothersgrandmotherwasborn；andyetitisbutachildincomparisonwiththeAu-mann，whoisquiteanoldquietpersonage，anoddity，withhishoseofeel-skin，andhisscalyJacketwiththeyellowliliesforbuttons，andawreathofreedinhishairandseaweedinhisbeard；buthelooksveryprettyforallthat.WhattheBelltells？Torepeatitallwouldrequireyearsanddays；foryearbyyearitistellingtheoldstories，sometimesshortones，sometimeslongones，accordingtoitswhim；ittellsofoldtimes，ofthedarkhardtimes，thus：“InthechurchofSt.Alban，themonkhadmountedupintothetower.Hewasyoungandhandsome，butthoughtfulexceedingly.HelookedthroughtheloopholeoutupontheOdense-Au，whenthebedofthewaterwasyetbroad，andthemonksmeadowwasstillalake.Helookedoutoverit，andovertherampart，andoverthenunshillopposite，wheretheconventlay，andthelightgleamedforthfromthenunscell.Hehadknownthenunrightwell，andhethoughtofher，andhisheartbeatquickerashethought.Ding-dong！ding-dong！”Yes，thiswasthestorytheBelltold.“Intothetowercamealsothedapperman-servantofthebishop；andwhenI，theBell，whoammadeofmetal，ranghardandloud，andswungtoandfro，Imighthavebeatenouthisbrains.Hesatdowncloseunderme，andplayedwithtwolittlesticksasiftheyhadbeenastringedinstrument；andhesangtoit.NowImaysingitoutaloud，thoughatothertimesImaynotwhisperit.Imaysingofeverythingthatiskeptconcealedbehindlockandbars.Yonderitiscoldandwet.Theratsareeatingherupalive！Nobodyknowsofit！Nobodyhearsofit！Notevennow，forthebellisringingandsingingitsloudDing-dong，ding-dong！“therewasaKinginthosedays.TheycalledhimCanute.Hebowedhimselfbeforebishopandmonk；butwhenheoffendedthefreepeasantswithheavytaxesandhardwords，theyseizedtheirweaponsandputhimtoflightlikeawildbeast.Hesoughtshelterinthechurch，andshutgateanddoorbehindhim.Theviolentbandsurroundedthechurch；Iheardtellofit.Thecrows，ravensandmagpiesstartedupinterrorattheyellingandshoutingthatsoundedaround.Theyflewintothetowerandoutagain，theylookeddownuponthethrongbelow，andtheyalsolookedintothewindowsofthechurch，andscreamedoutaloudwhattheysawthere.KingCanutekneltbeforethealtarinprayer；hisbrothersEricandBenedictstoodbyhimasaguardwithdrawnswords；buttheKingsservant，thetreacherousBlake，betrayedhismaster.ThethronginfrontofthechurchknewwheretheycouldhittheKing，andoneofthemflungastonethroughapaneofglass，andtheKinglaytheredead！Thecriesandscreamsofthesavagehordeandofthebirdssoundedthroughtheair，andIjoinedinitalso；forIsangDing-dong！ding-dong！“thechurchbellhangshigh，andlooksfararound，andseesthebirdsaroundit，andunderstandstheirlanguage.Thewindroarsinuponitthroughwindowsandloopholes；andthewindknowseverything，forhegetsitfromtheair，whichencirclesallthings，andthechurchbellunderstandshistongue，andringsitoutintotheworld，Ding-dong！ding-dong！“Butitwastoomuchformetohearandtoknow；Iwasnotableanylongertoringitout.Ibecamesotired，soheavy，thatthebeambroke，andIflewoutintothegleamingAu，wherethewaterisdeepest，andwheretheAu-mannlives，solitaryandalone；andyearbyyearItellhimwhatIhaveheardandwhatIknow.Ding-dong！ding-dong”Thusitsoundscomplaininglyoutofthebell-deepintheOdense-Au.Thatiswhatgrandmothertoldus.Buttheschoolmastersaysthattherewasnotanybellthatrungdownthere，forthatitcouldnotdoso；andthatnoAu-manndweltyonder，fortherewasnoAu-mannatall！Andwhenalltheotherchurchbellsaresoundingsweetly，hesaysthatitisnotreallythebellsthataresounding，butthatitistheairitselfwhichsendsforththenotes；andgrandmothersaidtousthattheBellitselfsaiditwastheairwhotoldittohim，consequentlytheyareaGREedonthatpoint，andthismuchissure.“Becautious，cautious，andtakegoodheedtothyself，”theybothsay.theairknowseverything.Itisaroundus，itisinus，ittalksofourthoughtsandofourdeeds，anditspeakslongerofthemthandoestheBelldowninthedepthsoftheOdense-AuwheretheAu-manndwells.Itringsitoutinthevaultofheaven，far，farout，foreverandever，tilltheheavenbellssound“Ding-dong！ding-dong！”“叮噹！叮噹！”奥登斯钟渊那边传来了清脆的声音是一条甚么样的河？奥登斯城的孩子们个个都知道，它绕着花园流过，从木桥下边，经过水闸流到水磨。河里生长着黄色的水浮莲，带棕色绒毛的芦苇，像绒一样的深褐色香蒲，又高又大；老朽绽裂的柳树，摇摇晃晃，歪歪扭扭，枝叶垂到水面修道院沼泽这边，垂到漂洗人的草地1旁边。但是正对面却是一个挨着一个的花园，花园与花园又各不相同。有的有盛开的美丽花朵和供乘凉的亭子，整洁漂亮，就像玩具娃娃的小屋。有的园子里又全是白菜、青菜，或者根本就看不见园子，一大片接骨木丛的枝叶垂着盖住了流水，有些很深的河段，用桨都够不着底。老修女庵的外面最深，这地方叫做钟渊，河爷爷就住在那底下；白天太阳穿过水面射来的时候他睡大觉，到了月明星稀的夜里，他便出来了。他已经很老很老了；外祖母说，她从她的外祖母那儿就听说过他，他过着孤寂的生活，除了那口古老的大钟之外，连个和他说话的人都没有。那钟一度曾经挂在教堂顶上，现在，那座被叫做圣阿尔巴尼的教堂以及那钟塔，都已经不见踪影了。“叮噹！叮噹！”，钟塔还在的时候，钟就这样响。有一天傍晚，太阳落下去的时候，钟摇晃得厉害极了，挣断了索子，穿过天空飞了出去；那亮闪闪的铁在猩红的晚霞中十分耀眼。“叮噹！叮噹！现在我要去睡觉了！”钟唱着，飞到了奥登斯河，落进了最深的河段，那块地方因此便被称做钟渊。可是在那儿它并没有入睡，没有能得到休息。在河爷爷那里它仍在鸣响，这样，上面的许多人听到水下传来的钟声时，便说，这意思是有人要死掉了。可是，它鸣响并不是因为那个，不是的，是为了给河爷爷讲故事。河爷爷现在不再寂寞了。钟讲些甚么呢？它老极了，老极了。有人说，外祖母的外祖母出生前许久许久就有它了。但是，按年龄，它在河爷爷面前还只不过是个孩子。河爷爷很老很老，安详、奇怪。他穿的是鳗鱼皮做的裤子，有鳞的鱼皮做的上衣。衣服上缀着黄色水浮莲的钮子，头发里有苇子，胡须上有浮萍，实在不好看。钟讲了些甚么，要花整整一年才能重讲一遍。它总是滔滔不绝，常常在讲同一件事，一时长、一时短，全看它高兴。它讲古时候，讲艰难的世道，讲愚昧黑暗的时代。“圣阿尔巴尼教堂那口钟悬在钟塔里，一位年轻英俊的修士爬上去了，他不像别人，他沉思着。他从钟楼空窗洞朝奥登斯河那边望去，那时河面很宽，沼泽还是湖，他朝那边望去，望着那绿色的护堤墙，望着那边的那”修女坝子“，那儿有个修女庵，从庵里修女住的那间屋子的窗口透出了亮光。他先前对她很熟悉他常常忆起往事，他的心因此便跳得特别厉害，叮噹！叮噹！”是的，钟讲的就是这样的东西。“主教的傻仆人来到了钟塔上，在我，也就是用铁铸成的又硬又重的钟，在摇晃的时候，我本可以砸碎他的前额。他紧靠我坐下，手中玩着两根签子，好像是带弦的琴。他还一面唱：”现在我敢放声高唱，唱那些平时我连哼都不敢哼的事，唱出锁在铁栅后面的一件件往事，那里又冷又潮湿，老鼠把有的人活活吃掉！这事谁也不知道，谁也没有听到过！现在也没有听到。因为铁钟在高声鸣唱，叮噹！叮噹！“”从前有一位国王，人们称他为克鲁兹，他对主教和修士恭敬万分。可是当他用过份沉重的赋税压搾汶苏塞尔一带的人民，用过份粗暴的语言辱骂他们的时候，他们拿起武器和棍棒反抗了，把他像赶野兽一样赶走。他溜进了教堂，紧紧关上门窗。愤怒的人群围在外面，我听到：鹊、乌鸦，还加上寒鸦都被叫声喊声吓坏了；它们飞进钟塔，又飞出钟塔。它们看着下面的人群，也透过教堂的窗子朝里面望，高声地叫着它们看到了甚么。克鲁兹国王跪在祭坛前祷告，他的两位兄弟艾立克2和班尼迪克特3持着出鞘的剑在保卫他。但是国王的仆人，那个不忠於他的布莱克4却出卖了自己的主人。外面的人知道可以在哪里击中他，有一个人朝窗子投进一块石头，国