小学英语 英语故事（童话故事）The Bell Deep 钟渊.doc

1、TheBell.Deep钟渊Ding-dong! Ding-dong! rings out from the Bell Deep in the Odense River. And what sort of river is that? Why, every child in Odense Town knows it well. It flows around the foot of the gardens, from the locks to the water mill, under the wooden bridges. Yellow water lilies grow in the ri

2、ver, and brown, featherlike reeds, and the black, velvety bulrushes, so high and so thick. Decayed old willow trees, bent and gnarled, hang far over the water beside the monks marsh and the pale meadows; but a little above are the many gardens, each very different from the next. Some have beautiful

3、flowers and arbors as clean and neat as dolls houses, while some have only cabbages, and in others no attempts at formal gardens can be seen at all, only great elder trees stretching out and overhanging the running water, which in places is deeper that an oar can measure.The deepest part is right op

4、posite the old nunnery. It is called the Bell Deep, and it is there that the Merman lives. By day, when the sun shines through the water, he sleeps, but on clear, starry, or moonlit nights he comes forth. He is very old; Grandmother has heard of him from her grandmother, she says; and he lives a lon

5、ely life, with hardly anyone to speak to except the big old church bell. It used to hang up in the steeple of the church, but now no trace is left either of the steeple or of the church itself, which used to be called St. Albans.Ding-dong! Ding-dong! rang the Bell when it hung in the steeple. But on

6、e evening, just as the sun was setting and the Bell was in full swing, it tore loose and flew through the air, its shining metal glowing in the red beams of the sunset. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Now Im going to bed! sang the Bell, and it flew into the deepest spot of the Odense River, which is why that

7、spot is now called the Bell Deep. But it found neither sleep nor rest there, for it still rings and clangs down at the Mermans; often it can be heard up above, through the water, and many people say that it rings to foretell the death of someone-but that is not the reason; no, it really rings to tal

8、k to the Merman, who then is no longer alone.And what stories does the Bell tell? It is so very old; it was cast before Grandmothers grandmother was born, yet it was scarcely more than a child compared with the Merman. He is a quiet, odd-looking old fellow, with pants of eelskin, a scaly coat decora

9、ted with yellow water lilies, bulrushes in his hair, and duckweeds in his beard. He isnt exactly handsome to look at.It would take years and days to repeat everything the Bell has said; it tells the same stories again and again, in great detail, sometimes lengthening them, sometimes shortening them,

10、 according to its mood. It tells of the olden times, those hard and gloomy times.Up to the tower of St. Albans Church, where the Bell hung, there once ascended a monk, young and handsome, but deeply thoughtful. He gazed through the loophole out over the Odense River. In those days its bed was broad,

11、 and the marsh was a lake. He looked across it, and over the green rampart called The Nuns Hill, to the cloister beyond, where a light shone from a nuns cell. He had known her well, and he recalled that, and his heart beat rapidly at the thought.Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Yes, such are the stories the Be

12、ll tells.One day the Bishops silly manservant came up to the tower; and when I, the Bell, cast as I am from hard and heavy metal, swung to and fro and rang I almost crushed his head, for he sat down right under me and played with two sticks, exactly as if they formed a musical instrument. He sang to

13、 them, Here I may dare to sing aloud what elsewhere I dare not whisper-sing of all that is hidden behind locks and bolts. It is cold and damp there. The rats eat people up alive! No one knows of this; no one hears of it; even now, for the Bell is ringing so loudly, Ding-dong! Ding-dong!Then there wa

14、s a king called Knud. He bowed low before bishops and monks, but when he unjustly oppressed the people of Vendelbo with heavy taxes and hard words, they armed themselves with weapons and drove him away as if he had been a wild beast. He sought refuge in this church and bolted fast the gate and doors

15、. I have heard tell how the furious mob surrounded the sacred building, until the crows and ravens, and even the jackdaws, became alarmed by the tumult. They flew up in and out of the tower and peered down on the multitude below; they gazed in at the church windows and shrieked out what they saw.Kin

16、g Knud knelt and prayed before the altar while his brothers, Erik and Benedict, stood guarding him with drawn swords. But the Kings servant, the false Blake, betrayed his master, and when those outside knew where he could be hit, one of them hurled a stone in through the windows, and the King lay de

17、ad! Then there were shouts and screams from the angry mob, and cries, too, from the flocks of terrified birds, and I joined them all. I rang and sang, Ding-dong! Ding-dong!The Church Bell hangs high and can see far around; it is visited by the birds and understands their language. The Wind whispers

18、to it through the wickets and loopholes and every little crack, and the Wind knows all things. He hears it from the Air, for the Air surrounds all living creatures, even enters the lungs of humans, and hears every word and sigh. Yes, the Air knows all, the Wind tells all, and the Church Bell underst

19、ands all and peals it forth to the whole world, Ding-dong! Ding-dong!But all this became too much for me to hear and know; I was no longer able to ring it all out. I became so tired and so heavy that at last the beam from which I hung broke, and so I flew through the glowing air down to the deepest

20、spot of the river, where the Merman lives in solitude and loneliness. And year in and year out, I tell him all I have seen and all I have heard. Ding-dong! Ding-dong!Thus it sounds from the Bell Deep in the Odense River-at least, so my grandmother has told me.But our schoolmaster says theres no bell

21、 ringing down there, for there couldnt be; and theres no Merman down there, for there arent any Mermen. And when all the church bells are ringing loudly, he says its not the bells, but that it is really the air that makes the sound! And my grandmother told me that the Bell said the same thing; so, s

22、ince they both agree on it, it must be true. The air knows everything. It is around us and in us; it tells of our thoughts and our actions, and it voices them longer and farther than the Bell down in the Odense River hollow where the Merman lives; it voices them into the great vault of heaven itself, so far, far away, forever and ever, until the bells of heaven ring out, Ding-dong! Ding-dong!END