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Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose, personally, thinks the plot is very good. You can cut the plot and dialogue yourself, as long as you have enough time. It's really good, as well as "If Love Is Providence" and Yani's piano music "Nightingale". Sad music is very suitable. This is how our class was arranged at that time.

"She said she would dance with me as long as I gave her some red roses," shouted a young student.

"But there is not even a red rose in my garden."

The nightingale heard the sound in her nest on the sacred oak tree. She leaned out of the green leaves and looked around.

"I can't find red roses in my garden," he cried, his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Well,

Does happiness depend on such little things? I have read all the articles written by wise men, and all the mysteries of knowledge are contained in them.

However, in my opinion, I have to live a miserable life because of the lack of a red rose. "

"There is a real lover here at last," the nightingale said to herself. "Although I don't know him, I will spend every night.

Sing for him every night, and I will tell his story to the stars every night. Now I finally see him, his hair.

As black as hyacinthus orientalis flowers, and his lips as red as the roses he wants; But the emotional torture made him as white as an elephant.

Teeth, sad marks also climbed on his forehead. "

"The prince will have a ball tomorrow night," the young student muttered. "The person I love is leaving. if I ...

Send her a red rose, and she will dance with me until dawn; If I send her a red rose, I can hug her waist, and she

She will also rest her head on my shoulder and hold her hand in mine. But there are no red roses in my garden, so I have to

Sitting there alone, watching her walk by. She won't notice me and my heart will break. "

"This is really a true lover," said the nightingale. "I sang about his suffering and what I did.

Happy things are painful to him. Love is really a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds and opals.

More exotic. Pearl pomegranate can't be exchanged, it can't be bought in the market, merchants can't buy it, and yellow pomegranate can't be used.

Gold to weigh it. "

"Musicians will sit in their corridors," said the young student, "and play their stringed instruments. My lover

Will dance to the music of harp and violin. She danced so easily and happily that her heels didn't touch the floor. that

Some servants in gorgeous clothes surrounded her. However, she just wouldn't dance with me because I didn't have any red roses.

Dedicated to her. "So he threw himself on the grass, covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.

"Why is he crying?" Asked a little green lizard as it ran past him with its tail up.

"Yes, why on earth?" A butterfly said that she danced after a ray of sunshine.

"Yes, why on earth?" A daisy whispered to her neighbor.

"He cried for a red rose." The nightingale told everyone.

"For a red rose?" They cried. "It's so funny!" The little lizard said he was a cynic.

People can't help laughing.

But only the nightingale knows why the students are sad. She sat quietly in the oak tree, imagining the mystery of love.

Suddenly, she spread her brown wings and flew into the air. She flew through the Woods like a shadow, and again like a shadow.

It's like flying over a garden.

There is a beautiful rose tree in the middle of the grass. When she saw the tree, she flew towards it and landed on a small tree.

Shang Zhi.

"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing my sweetest song for you."

But the tree shook its head.

"My rose is white," it replied, "as white as the foam of the sea, whiter than the products on the top of the mountain.

It's snowing. But you can go to my brother who grew up on the ancient sundial. Maybe he can meet your needs. "

So the nightingale flew to the rose tree beside the ancient sundial.

"Give me a red rose," she said loudly, "and I will sing my sweetest song for you."

But the tree shook its head.

"My rose is yellow," it replied, "just like the mermaid's hair sitting on the amber throne.

More daffodils bloomed on the grass than before the mowers with sickles arrived. But you can go to my brother who grows under the student window.

Brother, maybe he can meet your needs. "

So I stayed overnight and flew to the rose tree growing under the student window.

"Give me a red rose," she said loudly, "and I will sing my sweetest song for you."

But the tree shook its head.

"My rose is red," it replied. "It is as red as a dove's foot, and redder than flying in an ocean cave.

Coral fan. But winter froze my blood vessels, frost and snow destroyed my buds, and the storm blew me away.

Dear branches and leaves, I won't have any roses this year. "

"I just want a rose," cried the nightingale. "Just a red rose! Can't I get it?

Is it? "

"I have an idea," the tree replied, "but it's too terrible for me to tell you."

"Tell me," said the nightingale, "I'm not afraid."

"If you want a red rose," said the tree, "you must make it with music in the moonlight and use it.

The blood in your chest dyed it red. You must stick your chest on my thorn to sing. You must sing for me for a whole time.

At night, that thorn must pierce your chest, and your blood must flow into my veins and become my blood. "

The nightingale cried, "It's really expensive to exchange death for a rose." "Life is right and wrong for everyone.

Often precious. Sitting on the green tree, watching the sun driving her golden carriage and the moon driving her pearl carriage is really pleasant.

Things. Hawthorn is fragrant, so are campanula in the valley and heather in full bloom on the mountain. But love

Love is better than life, not to mention how a bird's heart can compare with an extraordinary heart. "

So she spread her brown wings and flew into the air. She flew across the garden like a shadow, and again like a shadow.

Through the Woods.

The young student is still lying on the grass, just like when she left, with tears in her beautiful eyes.

"Be happy," cried the nightingale. "Be happy, you will get your red rose. I think in the moonlight

Then I made it with music and dyed the blood in my chest red. I only ask you to repay me one thing, and that is you.

Be a true lover, because philosophy is smart, love is smarter than her, and power is great, but

Love is greater than him. The flame dyed the wings of love red and made his body as red as a flame. His lips are like honey.

Sweet; His breath is as fragrant as frankincense. "

The student looked up from the grass and listened, but he didn't understand what the nightingale was telling him, because he only knew.

The things written in the book.

But the oak tree knew that he felt very uncomfortable, because he loved this little night of nesting on his branches.

Warbler

"Sing me one last song," he said softly. "I will feel lonely when you leave."

So the nightingale sang a song to the oak tree, and her voice was like boiling water in a silver jar.

As soon as her singing stopped, the students stood up from the grass and took out notebooks and pencils from their pockets.

"She looks beautiful," he said to himself, and then walked away through the Woods. "There is no denying this;

But does she have feelings? I'm afraid she didn't. In fact, like most artists, she only pays attention to form and has no responsibility.

What sincerity? She won't make sacrifices for others. She only thinks about music, and everyone knows that art is selfish. But I can't

I don't admit that she has some beautiful tunes when she sings Shen. Unfortunately, they are meaningless and have no practical benefits.

Location. "He walked into the room, lying in his humble little bed, thinking about his lover, and soon went in.

Dream.

When the moon was hanging in the sky, the nightingale flew to the rose tree and stood against the thorns with her chest. She used her breasts

Singing with thorns all night, even the moon as cold as crystal leaned over to listen. She kept singing and stabbing all night.

The stab in her chest is getting deeper and deeper, and her blood is almost flowing out.

She began to sing the budding love between boys and girls. An unusual rose blooms on the highest branch of the rose tree.

Rose, the song has been sung one after another, and the petals have opened one by one. At first, the flowers were milky white, just like hanging on the river.

Smoke is as white as feet in the morning and wings in the dawn. The rose in full bloom on the highest branch,

Like a rose in a silver mirror, reflected in a pool.

At this moment, however, the tree called out to the nightingale and asked her to tie the thorn tighter. "Hold on tight, little nightingale," cried the tree, "or Mei.

Before the roses were finished, it was dawn. "

So the nightingale pricked the thorn tighter, and her singing became louder and louder, because she sang in the hearts of an adult man and woman.

The passion of birth.

A faint blush climbed up the rose petals, just like the blush on the groom's face when he kissed the bride. But thorns

It didn't reach the heart of the nightingale, so the heart of the rose is still white, because only the blood in the heart of the nightingale can dye the rose red.

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Then, the tree called out to the nightingale to hold it tighter. "tighter, little nightingale," cried the tree. "Otherwise, Ross.

It won't be finished until dawn. "

So the nightingale stabbed the rose even tighter, stabbed the heart, and a sharp pain swept the whole body.

Body. The pain is getting worse and worse, and the singing is getting stronger and stronger, because she sings the love that is completed by death and the love in the grave.

It is also immortal love.

Finally, this extraordinary rose turned crimson, just like Xia Hong in the eastern sky. The outer ring of petals is crimson, and flowers

My heart is as red as a ruby.

However, the nightingale's song is getting weaker and weaker. Her pair of little wings began to beat, and a fog film climbed on her pair.

Eyes. Her singing weakened, and she felt her throat was blocked by something.

Then she sang the last song. The bright moon listened to the song, but forgot the dawn and just wandered in the sky. red rose

Hearing this song, I was ecstatic and opened all the petals to welcome the cool morning breeze. The echo brought the song back to its own mountain.

Wake the sleeping shepherd boy from his sleep in the purple cave. The song floated across the reeds in the river, and the reeds gave them the sound.

Sea.

"Look, look!" The tree cried, "The rose has grown up." But the nightingale didn't answer, because she had already laid down.

Died in the deep grass with the thorn in his heart.

At noon, the students opened the window and looked out.

"Oh, what luck!" He shouted, "Here is a red rose! I have never seen such roses in my life.

I've seen it. It's so beautiful that I dare say it has a long Latin name. "He bent down to pick it.

Then he put on his hat, picked up the rose and ran to the professor's house.

Nightingale Nightingale:

The nightingale (Luscinia megarhynchos), also known as reddish brown and common nightingale, is a small passerine bird, which was previously classified as a member of Thrushidae, but now it is more commonly regarded as an old world muscidae. It belongs to a group of more terrestrial species, usually called chats.

It is a migratory insect-eating species that breeds in forests and bushes in Europe and southwest Asia. Compared with the closely related thrush nightingale, the distribution is more southerly. It nests in dense bushes or on the ground beside it. It winters in southern Africa. At least in Rhineland (Germany), the breeding habitat of nightingale meets some geographical parameters.

The nightingale is slightly larger than the European robin, with a body length of 15- 16.5 cm. Except for the reddish tail, it is ordinary brown. It is light yellow to white below. About the same sex.

Nightingales are so named because they not only sing during the day, but also often sing at night. The name 1 0,000 years has been used, and even the Anglo-Saxon form of "nihtingale" is very easy to recognize. It means "female singer at night". Early writers assumed that women sang; Actually, it's a male. Male nightingales are so famous for their singing that human singers are sometimes admirably called nightingales; This song is very loud, with a series of impressive whistles, vibrato and giggles. Its singing is particularly obvious at night because few other birds are singing. This is why its name (in several languages) contains "night". Only unpaired males regularly sing at night, and singing at night may help attract spouses. At dawn, that is, an hour before sunrise, singing is considered to be important to protect the bird's territory. In order to overcome the background noise, nightingales will sing louder in urban or near-urban environments. The most typical feature of this song is that the loud whistle is getting stronger, which is not available in the song of thrush nightingale. It has the alarm sound like a frog.

The eastern subspecies L. m. hafizi and L.M. Africa have paler upper parts and stronger faces, including pale eyebrows.

Rose rose

Rose is a perennial flowering shrub or vine of Rosaceae, which contains more than 100 species. This species forms a group of erect shrubs and climbing or trailing plants, whose stems usually have sharp thorns. Most of them are native to Asia, and a few are native to Europe, North America and northwest Africa. Local varieties, cultivated varieties and hybrid varieties are widely planted because of their beauty and fragrance.

Leaves alternate, pinnately compound, with serrated oval leaflets. The fleshy edible fruit of this plant is called rose hip. The size of rose plants ranges from tiny miniature roses to climbing plants up to 20 meters. Varieties from different parts of the world are easy to cross, which produces many kinds of garden roses.

The name comes from Latin rosa, borrowed from colonial Greek in southern Italy through Oscan: rhodon (Aeolic form: wrodon), from Aramaic wurrdā, from Assyrian wurtinnu, and from ancient Iran *warda (see Armenian vard, Avestan warda, Sogdian ward, Parthian war).

Rose Atal is a steam essential oil extracted from roses, which has been used in perfumes for centuries. Rose water is made of rose oil and is widely used in cooking in Asia and the Middle East. Rose hips are occasionally made into jam, jelly and marmalade, or made into tea, mainly because they are rich in vitamin C. They are also squeezed and filtered to make rose hip syrup. Rose hips are also used to produce rose hip seed oil, which is used in skin care products and some make-up products.

The professor's daughter is sitting at the door, spinning blue silk thread on the spinning wheel, and her dog is lying at her feet.

"You said you would dance with me as long as I gave you a red rose," the student said loudly. "This is the most beautiful in the world.

A red rose. You put it on your chest tonight, and when we dance together, it will tell you how great I am.

Love you. "

However, the girl frowned.

"I'm afraid it doesn't match my dress," she replied. "In addition, the court minister's nephew gave me some.

Precious jewelry, everyone knows that jewelry is more valuable than flowers. "

"Oh, I must say, you are an ungrateful person," the student said angrily. May, throw the roses into the street at once.

The rose fell into the gutter and a carriage ran over it.

"Ungrateful!" The girl said, "I tell you, you are too rude;" Besides, what are you? Just a student.

Ah, I bet you don't have silver buttons on your shoes like the nephew of a court minister. "Say that finish, she stood up from her chair and walked to the house.

Take a walk in the room

"How stupid love is!" As they walked, the students said, "It is not half as useful as logic, because it proves everything."

I can't understand it, but it always tells people something that won't happen, and it also makes people believe something that is not true. Honestly,

It's not practical at all In those days, everything should be practical. I want to go back to philosophy and study metaphysics.

West side. "

So he went back to his room, took out a big dusty book and began to read.