忠实的朋友 文本朗读

经典故事THE DEVOTED FRIEND经典朗读Once upon a time there was an honest little fellow named Hans. He lived in a cottage all alone, and every day he worked in his garden. In all the village there was no garden so lovely as his. Little Hans had many friends, but the most devoted friend was big Hugh the Miller. Indeed, the rich Miller was so devoted to little Hans that when he passed his garden he always picked a large bouquet of flowers, or if it was the fruit season, he would fill his pockets with plums and cherries."Real friends must share everything," the Miller used to say, and little Hans node ded and smiled and was very proud that he had a friend with such noble ideas.Sometimes, indeed, the neighbours thought it was strange that the rich Miller never gave little Hans anything in return, but Hans never troubled his head about these things. So little Hans worked and worked in his garden. During spring and summer and autumn he was very happy, but when winter came, he suffered from cold and hunger, and often went to bed without supper.Besides, in winter he was very lonely, as the Miller never came to see him. "It's no use going to see little Hans in winter," the Miller used to say to his wife. "When people are in trouble we must leave them alone and not bother them. That is my idea of friendship, and I am sure I am right. So Ishall wait till spring comes, and then I shall visit him and he will give me a large bouquet of primroses(樱草), and that will make him very happy." "You think so much about others," said his wife. "It is a pleasure to hear what you say about friendship. I am sure the priest himself cannot say such beautiful things as you do, though he lives in a three-storeyed house, and wears a gold ring on his little finger.""But why don't we ask little Hans to come here?" said the Miller's youngest son. "If poor Hans is in trouble I shall give him half my porridge, and show him my white rabbits.""What a silly boy you are!" cried the Miller. "I really don't know what is the use of sending you to school. You do not learn anything. Why, if little Hans comes here, and sees our warm fire, and our good supper, and our red wine, he will envy us, and envy is a terrible thing. Besides, if Hans comes here, he will ask me to give him some flour on credit, and I cannot do that.Flour is one thing, and friendship is another. The words are spelt differently and they mean quite different things." "How right you are!" said the Miller's wife, "Really, I feel quite sleepy. This is just like sitting in church."As soon as winter was over and the primroses began to bloom, the Miller went to visit little Hans. "Good morning, little Hans," said theMiller. "Good morning," said Hans, smiling from ear to ear. "And how have you been all winter?" asked the Miller."Well, really," cried Hans, "it is very kind of you to ask. I had a hard time, but now spring has come, and I am quite happy. All my flowers are growing well.""How lovely your primroses are!" exclaimed the Miller. "Yes, they are very lovely," said Hans. "I am going to sell them at the market, and buy back my wheelbarrow with the money.""Buy back your wheelbarrow? That means you have sold it. What a stupid thing to do!""Well, you see, I had a bad time last winter. So I first sold the silver buttons of my Sunday coat, and then I sold my silver chain, and then I sold my pipe. Finally I sold my wheelbarrow. But I am going to buy them all back again now!""Hans," said the Miller, "I shall give you my wheelbarrow. It is not in very good condition; one side is gone and there is something wrong with the wheel; but in spite of that I shall give it to you."Well, really, it is very generous of you," said little Hans. "I have a plank of wood in the house and I can easily repair it.""A plank of wood!" said the Miller, "that is just what I want for my roof. There is a large hole in it and I must mend it. I have given you my wheelbarrow, so you should give me your plank.""Certainly," cried little Hans, and he ran into his house and brought the plank."And now as I have given you my wheelbarrow, I am sure you will give me some flowers in return. Here is the basket. Fill it quite full.""Quite full?" said little Hans. It was really a very big basket, and he knew that he had to pick all his flowers to fill it.He looked sad. But the Miller told him that true friends must not be selfish, so little Hans ran and picked all his pretty primroses and filled the Miller's basket."Good-bye, little Hans," said the Miller as he went up the hill with the plank on his shoulder, and the big basket in his hand.The next day the Miller came and asked Hans to carry a sack of flour to the market and sell it for him. The day after, he asked him to mend his roof for him. So little Hans did one thing after another for the Miller and the Miller said all kinds of beautiful things about friendship.One evening little Hans was sitting near the fire when he heard a loud knock at the door. It was a very cold night and a terrible wind was blowing. He ran to the door and there stood the Miller with a lantern in his hand."Dear little Hans," cried the Miller, "my little boy has fallen from a ladder and hurt himself. I am going for the doctor. But he lives so far away, and it is such a bad night that I have decided to ask you to go instead. You know I am going to give you my wheelbarrow, and you must do something for me in return.""Certainly," cried little Hans. "I shall start at once, but you must give me your lantern; the night is so dark that I am afraid I may fall into a ditch.""I am so sorry," answered the Miller, "but it is my new lantern, and I am afraid something may happen to it.""Well, never mind, I shall go without it," cried little Hans and he put on his coat and hat and set off. It was a stormy night. It was so black that little Hans could hardly see anything, and the wind was so strong that he found it difficult to stand on his feet.It was raining harder and harder. Little Hans lost his way. He fell into a deep hole full of water and was drowned.The next day some goatherds found his body and brought it to the cottage. Everybody went to little Hans' funeral. The Miller walked at the head of the procession in a long black coat, saying: "I was his best friend,so it's only right that I should be the chief mourner." And every now and then he wiped his eyes with a big handkerchief.《红军帽》When I joined the red army at the age of sixteen, I was a little peasant （农民）boy with only a towel tied round my head. How I longed to have a cap, a real soldier’s cap! After all, what was a Red Army man without a cap? So I kept asking the political instructor for one, but he would only laugh and say he would give me one later. We were on the Long March（长征）. Every day we marched a hundred li（里）or more.One day when we were climbing a mountain, I got so tired that I just couldn't move a step further. I hadn't had anything to eat for two days. I dropped to the ground thinking this was the end, and tears rolled down my cheeks. Just then the political instructor came up. He sat down by my side, took out a small piece of boiled oxhide（煮过的牛皮）from his pocket and offered it to me. Of course, I refused it. I knew it was his last piece and he himself had eaten nothing for two days.But he insisted and in the end I gave in. While I was chewing（咀嚼）the oxhide he patted me on the shoulder and said, "You mustn't stop here. Ifyou do, that will be the end of you. A revolution（革命）is always full of hardships, but they are nothing to men who have the happiness of the whole Chinese people at heart. Whatever happens, we must carry the revolution through." These few simple words gave me the courage to go on.The next day things were even worse. There was a heavy snowfall. Every step was a struggle. I could hardly breathe. I wanted very much to lie down and rest, but I didn't dare to. Remembering the words of the political instructor, I pushed on. Suddenly, in front of me, I saw a man lying in the snow. It was the political instructor! His face was pale, and his lips were white. Clearly he was dying. His eyes fell on me and he motioned （做手势）me to come nearer. With an effort, he put his right hand to his cap, took it off, and handed it to me."Dongsheng... take this cap... take it and march on..." These were his last words. I cried as if my heart would break. But I had to go on. So I hurriedly covered his body with snow and, taking a last look at the little mound（土/雪堆）, I walked on to join my comrades. All this was a long time ago. But to this day I still have his cap with me. It is quite worn, but it will always be dear to me, for whenever I look at it, I feel as if it was saying to me: Go on and on. Always be a true revolutionary! Live and die for the revolution!。