"Whoo! Scraped! " -This is the chorus of the song it sings.
"There is an ancient Zhuangzi on the edge of the Great Strait. The bricks on the Zhuang wall are red and big! " The wind said, "I am familiar with every brick and stone." I have seen it built on the stockade of Mussti (2) on the Cape of Good Hope before; It must be taken down! Bricks and stones built a new wall, a new Zhuangzi, and that is the Polbi Farm, which is still there.
"I have seen those noble gentlemen, ladies and their descendants who live in it, and I know them. Now, let me talk about Waldemar Doe and his daughters.
"He held his head high and his pride soared. He is of royal blood! He not only knows how to hunt deer, but also knows how to drink up a bottle of wine. "There will always be a way," he said.
His wife, wearing a dress with a gold border, stood upright and paced back and forth on the shiny parquet floor. The tapestry is gorgeous, the furniture is bought at a high price, and many exquisite flowers are carved. She brought gold and silver as a dowry; There are many things hidden in the cellar, as well as German beer. The brave black horse hissed in the stable; There are many treasures in Boorby Manor, and there are rich people everywhere. "There are children, three charming girls, Dai Yi, johanna and Anna Dorset; I even remember the name.
"They have money and style. They were born in rich scenery and grew up in rich scenery! Whoo! Scraped! " The wind said, and then began to speak.
"Unlike what I often see in other ancient gardens, ladies sit in the hall and spin the spinning wheel with the maids. Here, she plays the flute, her voice is crisp and she is singing. But not always Danish old songs, but some foreign songs. There is a rich life and hospitable atmosphere here; There are many guests visiting from far and near, with the sound of music and the sound of wine bottles hitting; I can't cover up these voices! " The wind said. "There is a kind of arrogance and extravagance here, a master style, but there is no god!"
"It was the eve of the Waburg Gith Festival," said the wind. "I came from the west and saw some ships wrecked on the coast of west jutland; I flew over the wasteland and the blue ocean; Flying over Maine, crossing the big channel, panting.
"Later, I stopped near Bohr Bi Zhuangzi on the coast of Ceylon Island, where there was a lovely oak forest.
"The young man in that area went there to pick up branches and pick up the thickest and driest ones. They took the branches to the city, piled them up and lit them. Girls and boys sang and danced around the fire.
"I lay quietly," said the wind, "but I touched a branch gently, which was put by that beautiful young man; His firewood was lit and the flame flew high. He was chosen, won the honorary title, became a fat boy in the street, and was the first street lamb among girls to choose him. There is a kind of joy, a kind of happiness, more than Fubohr finished reading Zhuangzi.
"The noble woman and her three girls came to Zhuangzi in a shiny six-horse carriage. Three girls are beautiful and young, just like three beautiful flowers: rose, lily and hyacinthus orientalis; Mother herself is an arrogant tulip. A group of people stopped the game and bowed, but she didn't say hello to anyone, which made people feel that she was a stiff flower on a flower pole.
"Rose, lily and pale hyacinthus orientalis, yes, I saw the three of them! I want to know whose wandering sheep they will be; Their street fat people will be proud knights or princes! shout
Oh! -It's coming! It was scraped! "
"Yes, the car took them away and the farmers were dancing. Polby, Teby and all the nearby towns are celebrating summer.
"But at night, when I got up," said the wind, "the noble lady lay down and never got up again.
What happened to her, like what happened to everyone, is not new. Waldemar Doyle stood gravely and pondered for a while; The proudest tree can bend, but it can't, he thought to himself. The daughters were crying, and everyone in the village was wiping their eyes, but Mrs. Doe died-I scraped over! Whoo! "said the wind.
"Here I am again. I often go back and forth, scraping the land on the island of Maine, scraping the surface of the big channel, resting on the beach in Polby and resting on the edge of the big oak forest; Seahawks, turtledoves, blue crows and even black storks all nest here. It's early spring, some have just laid eggs, and some have hatched babies. God, watch them fly and listen to them cry! The sound of axe chopping came and went. The trees in the forest are going to be cut down. Waldemar Doyle wants to build an expensive ship, a warship with three decks. The king of this ship, ⑦, must buy it, and because of this, the Woods, sailors' beacons and bird shelters have all been cut down. The shrike was scared away and its nest was destroyed; Fishing eagles and other woodbirds have lost their homes. They fly everywhere. Fear and anger keep them barking. I know them very well. The crow and the western Western jackdaw derisively cried, "Leave the nest!" ! Run away from the nest "Run!" "In the middle of the forest, among the workers, there are Waldemar Doe and his three daughters, who are all laughing at the birds; But his little daughter Anna Dostoevsky felt very sad; People want to cut down a half-dead tree, and there is a black stork's nest on the bare branch, and then the little stork sticks out her head, and she intercedes with tears in her eyes. So the tree was finally left, guarding the nest of the black stork. This is just a piece of cake.
"Cutting and sawing,-a three-deck ship was built. The architect himself is humble but handsome; Eyes and forehead tell people how smart he is. Waldemar Doyle is very willing to listen to him, and so is her 15-year-old daughter Edie. While building a ship for his father, he built a castle in the air for himself, dreaming that he and little Edie would become husband and wife and live in it. If this pavilion has a solid masonry foundation, a protective river, a protective embankment, trees and gardens, it will also become a reality. But despite his talent, he is just a poor bird. What do sparrows do in the crane dance? Whoo! -I flew away. He flew away. He can't stay. Little Edie restrained her feelings, and she should also restrain her feelings. "
"The dark horse in the stable is braying. These horses are worth seeing, and they are full of people. -The king himself sent an admiral to inspect the new warship and discuss the purchase. He praised the horses loudly. I can hear you clearly, "said the wind. "I followed the gentlemen into the open stable door and blew the grass on their heels like gold bars. Waldemar Doyle wanted gold and the Admiral wanted those dark horses, so he praised them. But I didn't understand the meaning, so the boat was not sold. It lay on the beach, shining, covered with boards, and became a Noah's Ark that never went into the water. Whoo! It was scraped! It was scraped! It's pathetic.
"In winter, the fields are covered with snow, and the big passages are full of ice floes. I blew the ice to the shore, "said the wind. "Ravens and crows fly in groups, one is darker than the other. They boarded the uninhabited, lifeless and lonely boats on the beach, singing with terrible voices for the Woods that no longer exist, for many abandoned precious nests, and for homeless birds; It's all because of that pile of wood, that proud ship that will never go into the water.
"I am blowing snow all over the sky; Snowflakes piled up around the ship like an ocean and swept in! I let it hear my voice and listen to what the storm has to say. I know, I'm trying to let it know something about ships. Whoo! It was scraped!
"Winter has passed, and winter and summer run together like I did in Mercedes-Benz, dancing like snowflakes, apple blossoms and leaves. It was scraped! It was scraped! It was scraped! Even people!
"However, the daughters are still young, and little Dai Yi looks like a rose, just like when the shipbuilding architect saw her. She stood thoughtfully by the apple tree in the garden, unaware that I had blown the apple blossom into her hair. She stared at the red sun and looked at the golden sky between the black bushes and trees in the garden. At such times, I often hold her long brown hair.
"Her sister johanna is like a lily, radiant and proud; Like her mother, she seems to grow on a simple flower pole, with her head held high and her waist erect. She likes to walk into the hall with portraits of her ancestors; In those paintings, ladies wear velvet, their hair tied in a bun and small hats inlaid with jewels; All beautiful ladies! Their husbands all wear armor, or coats made of squirrel skin with blue collars; The sword hangs beside the thigh, not around the waist. Where will John's portrait hang on the wall? What is a noble husband like? Yes, she was thinking about it. She was whispering about it. When I scraped along the long corridor to the hall and scraped it out again, I heard it.
"Anna Dostoevsky, pale hyacinthus orientalis East, is just a 14-year-old child, very quiet and thoughtful; There was a thoughtful look in her dark blue eyes, but a childish smile hung around her mouth. I can't blow this smile away and I don't want to blow it away.
"I met her in the garden, on the open road and in the farmland. She is picking all kinds of flowers and plants, and she knows that her father can use these flowers and plants to steam out drinks and medicines. Waldemar Doyle is a very arrogant man, but he is knowledgeable and knows a lot. Everyone has noticed this and is talking in private. His stove is always lit in summer, and the door of that room is always closed, so many days and nights have passed. But he doesn't talk much about it. Consulting the forces of nature can only be done quietly, and it won't be long before he can find the best thing-red gold.
"Therefore, the stove is always smoking, always crackling and burning; Yes, I know! " The wind said, "burn it!" " Burn it! I sing through the chimney. Only smoke, thick smoke, boiling ash and ash are left for you! You burned yourself! Whoo! It was scraped! It was scraped! But Valdima will not stop.
"Those horses in the stable-where are they? Treasure, gold and silver utensils, cattle in the field, real estate, what about Zhuangzi? Yes, everything will melt, it will melt in the gold crucible, but there is no gold.
"In the granary, the pantry is empty, the cellar and storeroom are empty, a few people, a large group of mice. A piece of glass in the east is broken and a piece of glass in the west is cracked. I don't need to go in through the door. " The wind said: "where the chimney smokes, it is cooking;" The chimney here also smokes, and it swallows all the rice for the sake of red gold. "I blew in from the gate of Zhuangzi, like a guard blowing a horn, but there were no guards there." The wind said, "I blew the phoenix onto the roof and made a whistling sound, just like a guard snoring on the top of the tower, but there was no guard;" Rats are everywhere. Poor stay at the table, poor stay in the closet, poor stay in the pantry. The broken leaves of the door fell off and cracks were everywhere. "I go in and out everywhere," said the wind, "because I know everything." "In the smoke and ashes, on sleepless nights, his beard and hair turned gray, his skin became rough and yellow, but his eyes still greedily loved gold, which made him yearn for gold.
"I blew the smoke and ash off his face and beard; I was in debt when I didn't get the gold. I sang songs, blew through the broken glass windows and cracks, and blew into the folding wooden beds of my daughters. The bedding on that bed is faded and worn, so they have to use it all the time. This song is not for babies in the cradle! A luxurious life has turned into a poor life! I am the only one who sings loudly in Zhuangzi! " The wind said, "I used snow to keep them warm in the house." It reads: "They have stopped chopping wood, and they have cut down all the forests, so there is no place to collect firewood. The weather is extremely cold; I have scraped windows, scraped walkways, scraped triangular walls, scraped house walls, and walked around to stay comfortable. Because of the cold, noble daughters lie in the house; Father curled up under the leather mattress. No food, no burning, this is a luxurious life! Whoo! It was scraped! -But Mr Doyle can't!
"'Winter is followed by spring,' he said. Poverty is followed by good times; However, the good times must wait, wait! -now Zhuangzi also mortgaged out ⑿, became a paper when the deed. Now is the worst time-and then gold! Until Easter! "
I heard him mutter into the cobweb, "you hardworking little weaver!" You taught me to persevere. You always start from scratch and then finish knitting! It's broken again-you don't hesitate to do it again, from the beginning! -From the beginning! This is what a person should do and it will pay off! "
"On Easter morning, the bell rings and the sun plays in the sky. He stays up all night like a fever, burning, cooling, stirring and distilling. I heard him sigh like a lost soul, I heard him praying, and I felt him hold his breath. The lamp had burned out and he didn't notice it; I blew out the flame of charcoal, and the flame shone on his chalk-like face, leaving a faint mark on his face. His eyes were deep in their sockets-but now they are getting bigger and bigger-as if they were about to pop out.
"Look at that gold glass cup! There's light in there! Very red, very pure, very weighty! He lifted it with trembling hands and shouted in a trembling voice, "Gold! Gold! He was dizzy and I almost knocked him down. " The wind said, "but I just scraped off the red-hot charcoal and followed him through the door to the room where his daughters were shivering with cold." His robe was covered with charcoal ash, and so was his beard and unkempt hair. He held his head high, straightened his chest, and held up the fragile glass cup with precious treasures:' Success! Victory! "gold!" He shouted, holding the cup high, and the cup sparkled in the sun; -His hands are shaking. The golden cup fell to the ground and broke into thousands of small pieces: the last bubble of his happy life burst. Whoo! It was scraped! -I scraped it off the alchemist's Zhuangzi.
"All the year round, the days here are getting shorter and shorter, and the cold dew forms small drops that fall on red berries and bare branches. I'm glad to be back. I blew all the way, and the branches were broken in the clear sky. This is not a big project, but it should be done. In Polbi, in the manor of Waldmar Doe, another kind of cleaning was carried out. His opponent, Hoffeurt Lamaire of Bassenas, came with a contract to buy Zhuangzi and everything in it. I bumped into the broken glass window, knocked on the peeling door and shouted between the cracks: Mr. Orff should not be happy to live here. Edie and Anna Dostoevsky cried, and they shed sad tears. Johanna stood there stiffly, pale. She bit her thumb and bit out blood, which did her a lot of good! Overto Lamel promised to let Mr. Doe spend the rest of his life in Zhuangzi, but he was not appreciated for it. I'm listening; -I saw Mr Zhuangzi looked up, more proud than usual, and straightened his neck. I suddenly scraped off the thickest branch in Zhuangzi and an old linden tree, and it didn't rot. It falls in front of the door like a broom, and whoever wants to clean it will really clean it for a while; I think it should be like this. " It's been a hard day, and it's hard to stick to it. But strong spirit and hard bones.
"They have nothing but a little clothes; Yes, the newly bought gold cup is full of those scraps scraped off the ground; Cherish, promise, but never realize. Waldemar Doyle hid the golden cup in his chest with a cane in his hand. The once-very-rich gentleman walked out of Polby Zhuangzi with his three daughters. I blew a cold air on his hot cheek, and I patted his gray beard and long white hair. I tried my best to sing: hoo! It was scraped! It was scraped! -That magnificent beauty is over!
"Diana and Anna Dorset walked beside him, and johanna turned around at the gate of Zhuangzi. What's the use? Happiness will never return. She looked at the red bricks on the wall moved from Musk Stier's stockade and thought of his daughters:
Sister holds sister's hand,
Walk blankly to the end of the world!
Is she thinking about this song? The three of them are here and my father is together! -they walked along the road where they flew in a carriage. They are a group of beggars who followed their father to the Smith's farm and came to the mud house with an annual rent of 10 mark. Their new building has empty walls and rooms. A crow and western Western jackdaw flew around on it, crying as if laughing:' Get out of the nest! Get out of the nest! Run! "Run!" Birds were singing when Polby's tree was cut down.
"Mr Doyle and his daughter must have felt it; I blew into their ears, and these calls were not worth listening to at all.
"Then they went into the mud house in Smith stroop's field-I flew away, through swamps and fields, through bare green bushes and trees covered with fallen leaves, into the sea of Wang Yang and into a foreign land. Whoo! Scrape it over! Scrape it over! Blow every year. "
How's Waldemar? What about his daughters? The wind said:
"I saw the last one of them, yes, the last time, it was Anna Dostoevsky, pale hyacinthus orientalis-now she is very old and hunchbacked, and fifty years have passed. She lived the longest. She knows everything.
"In the short and miscellaneous wasteland near the city of Vyborg, the new decent manor of the pastor of the main church was built there.
The walls are red bricks with serrated triangular walls; Smoke rose from the chimney. Gentle lady and beautiful daughter sit by the French window, looking at the Chinese wolfberry hanging in the garden and the brown wasteland. What are they looking at? They are looking at the stork nest on a house that is about to collapse. The roof of that house, if there is a roof there, is just a pile of moss and hidden lotus flowers. The most tightly covered roof is where the stork nest is located. This is the only useful thing, but the stork keeps it alive.
"That is for people to see, not for people to touch the house; I must be careful, "said Feng. "It is because of the stork's nest that the house can be preserved. Otherwise it's scary enough in the wilderness. The priest of the main church didn't want to drive away the storks, so this shack was preserved, and the evil people in it lived there. She should thank the Egyptian bird, or rather the past. Because she once courted her brother's nest in Bolby. At that time, she was a child, a beautiful pale hyacinthus orientalis in a noble garden. She clearly remembers all this: Anna Dostoevsky.
"'ah! Ah! Yes, people will sigh, just as the wind sighs in the grass and reeds. Ah! -When you are buried, there is no church bell to ring for you, Valdema Doyle! Bohr banished Zhuangzi's former master to the ground, and the children of poor students didn't come to sing hymns [13]-ah! Everything has an end, and so does poverty! -Sister Dai Yi became the farmer's wife; This is the most severe test for our father! My daughter's husband is a poor serf, and his master can make him suffer the most severe punishment. -Now he has been buried? You too!
Edie. Ah, yes! It's not over yet, I'm a poor old woman; I am a poor man! Release me, merciful God! '
"This is Anna Dostoevsky's prayer in a dilapidated house that was not torn down by storks.
"I took my best sister," said the wind. "She cut off all the clothes she wanted to wear! She pretended to be a poor young man and was hired to work on a ship. She seldom talks and doesn't show her heart, but she is willing to do her job, but she can't climb the mast; So, before people found out that she was a woman, I blew her into the sea, which was probably a good thing I did, "said the wind."
⒂ 1847 A railway was built between Copenhagen and Roskill. In the following 10 years, Danish trains developed rapidly.